#originshipping fanfiction

[queenarahbo]

Migraines

Steven ignores a migraine until it is too much to handle and Wallace takes care of him

Steven rolled over onto his side, unsure what had woken him. He stared at the wall until his eyes came into focus. Wallace wasn’t in the bed. He flinched when a sharp pain shot through his stomach. He felt his stomach burning and pushed himself up, staggering to the bathroom. He felt miserable and disoriented. He barely made it in time before his stomach sent him to his knees as everything he ate at dinner came up all at once as he was violently ill. After a few rounds of vomiting, he continued to gag until there was nothing left. He pressed his head against the cool tile in the bathroom, his stomach still turning. He hadn’t felt the best when they had gone to bed, the beginning of a migraine throbbing behind his eyes, but nowhere near as poorly as he did now. If he didn’t feel so miserable, he might have found the situation he was in ironic. He tried assessing what was wrong, but his stomach lurched and he brought up another mouthful of bile. Steven barely heard the door creak open and Wallace entering the room. Wallace knelt so that he was hovering just over him, rubbing small circles on his back.

“What can I do, Steven?” Wallace questioned once Steven sat back against the wall.

Steven didn’t reply. Rather, he silently made a list of everything that felt off. If he could figure out what was making him sick, then he could take something and sleep it off. He first noted that, despite spending the past ten minutes vomiting, his stomach felt no better. His head also throbbed painfully as his migraine worsened. He was soaked in sweat but wasn’t sure if that was due to a fever, he felt like his body was on fire after all. The last thing that immediately stood out was that everything felt foggy. Right. He could deal with this. Wallace brought him out of his thoughts by sticking a thermometer in his mouth. He had completely forgotten that Wallace asked him a question. He shot a look of confusion at his partner.

“You weren’t saying anything and you are soaking through your shirt. You didn’t feel too warm though.” Wallace explained, taking the small device back “You don’t have a fever.”

Steven let this new information sink in. No fever was a good sign. He slowly got to his feet, using the wall for support as he swayed, and mumbled “Going to take a shower.”

“I don’t know if that is a good idea in your condition, Steven,” Wallace warned as he got up off the floor to steady his partner.

“I won’t be long. I just want to get clean.” Steven promised. He meant every word of it too. He was exhausted. Another thought occurred to him as Wallace was leaving the room “Why are you up anyway?”

“I’m always awake around now. You, however, are not. It’s six in the morning.” Wallace explained gently as he picked up the towel that he had been using to dry his hair from the floor where he had hastily dropped it.

“I see.” Steven’s foggy mind finally connected the dots. It’s morning. Right. Wallace always swims before breakfast.

“Don’t take too long, okay?” Wallace left it at that and returned to the bedroom to get fresh clothes for Steven.

Steven let the cold water run for a moment before stepping in. It was blissfully cool and allowed him a moment of clarity. He knew hot water would help get his migraine under control, but he promised Wallace he would not take too long. For now, he settled on feeling less gross and returning to bed. He had taken the weekend off to spend with Wallace so he would be able to get a few more hours of sleep. He quickly dried off and changed into the clothes that Wallace had left for him. The uncomfortable twisting in his stomach foretold another bout of vomiting, but he decided it was safe enough to return to the bedroom. He crawled into bed and propped against the headboard. He considered for a moment if he should try to take something for his head, but he knew inevitably it would come right back up. He let his eyes fall shut and listened to the quiet around him. Wallace had disappeared somewhere else in the house. Steven could hear his faint footsteps echoing down the hall before he began to doze.

The next time Steven woke up was in a panic. He tried desperately to untangle himself from the blankets in an effort to get to the bathroom. He felt a hand grab him by the arm and felt something under his chin just before he began to dry heave. He was vaguely aware of Wallace sitting next to him, talking in a hushed voice, though he was unable to make out what was said. He wanted all of this to be over already.

Wallace felt his heart ache as he sat with Steven, pale and ill with sweat beading his forehead, leaning over gagging, unable to bring anything up from his empty stomach. “Shh, it’s okay.” He tried to soothe as he rubbed small circles on his back. His eyes widened in shock as Steven just leaned back whimpering quietly. “Feel any better?” Wallace pressed a cool cloth to Steven’s forehead. A small sigh escaped his lips when all he received was a small shake of Steven’s head. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

Steven let Wallace move him around without a fuss before he noticed the bottle of water on the nightstand. He could feel his body fighting between the desire for something to drink and the urge to expel anything that entered. If only his head would stop hurting. A glance at the clock told him it was a little after eight. He had only been asleep for two hours.

“Here. Sip on this so you don’t get dehydrated. Even if you just throw up again it will help.” Wallace uncapped the water and passed it to Steven who eyed it cautiously. “Do I need to call a doctor?”

“No,” Steven mumbled in between tentative sips, “Probably just food poisoning or something”

Wallace thought back to dinner the night before. He had cooked for the both of them, though Steven had been running late, so they had eaten the same thing. Food poisoning didn’t seem likely. Wallace replied hesitantly “Okay, but I’m not so sure that it’s food poisoning. We ate the same thing, remember?”

“It’s not helping that I have a migraine.” He admitted with a grimace before putting the water back on the nightstand and burying his face in his hand. He couldn’t win. The pressure behind his eyes and the growing nausea were fighting against him and his desire to sleep. If he took something for his head then he would just throw up again and make his stomach feel worse. He tried recalling if perhaps he had brought one of his “emergency” pain relievers. He wasn’t a fan, but there was a reason his doctor at the league prescribed it. Did he? He genuinely couldn’t remember. He could ask Wallace to check. He probably should ask him to check. Talking meant more pain. He felt the bed dip down and Wallace carefully pulled him to his chest. He hated being like this. He hated people seeing him like this, even if it was just Wallace. He couldn’t help relaxing against the other man, the smell of chlorine somehow comforting, and dozing off into a restless sleep.

When Steven woke next, he was certain that he was going to die. He had forgotten how severe his migraines could get, generally heading them off before they could really start, and he groaned. His entire head pulsed with his heart and with each pulse the pain intensified. He felt as if would be ill again. He pushed himself up on his elbow, but almost immediately collapsed back down. His muscles ached horribly and the water from before sloshed heavily in his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut and choked out a sob. This was horrible. He needed the pain to stop before his skull cracked under the pressure. He was only partially aware of Wallace brushing the tears from his cheek.

“Steven, we need to get something to help your head. You can’t keep going like this. You were asleep barely an hour.” Wallace pressed the back of his hand against Steven’s forehead, careful to keep his voice low “Did you bring your medicine? At this rate, it’s the only thing we can try. You can’t keep anything else down.”

“Dunno…” Steven mumbled. He couldn’t focus on anything, but he had to try to convey it was up to Wallace to check “Bag…front pocket…”

“Okay. Let me look.” Wallace made sure to jostle the bed as little as possible as he stood. He quickly grabbed Steven’s bag and unzipped the front pocket. A small black case was tucked carefully exactly where Steven said it would be. Wallace was grateful that they had this, but a new wave of anxiety washed over him. He had never administered this before, but Steven had shown him once in case this exact thing happened. Steven was usually aware enough to do it himself. He didn’t have a choice now though. Steven needed him to figure this out. He was beginning to spike a fever. He opened the case and pulled out a small, prefilled syringe. Thinking back to how Steven had done it previously, Wallace pulled back the blue blanket and lifted Steven’s shirt. Carefully he did as Steven had shown him and administered the medicine. This was way more stress than he cared for on a weekend vacation. Now all he could do was wait. He picked up the book Steven had brought for him to read and sat under the window, opting to keep all the lights off.

Steven wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep this time, but the light trickling in through the window indicated sometime in the afternoon. He felt much better than earlier in the morning. His head was manageable now, though he was still queasy. He felt much cooler as well, but the layer of dried sweat definitely made him want a shower.

“You’re awake?”

Steven turned his head to the side, the movement not helping the pain. He would need to take something for that. “Yeah.” He rasped painfully. He didn’t miss Wallace’s wince and Steven didn’t blame him, he sounded awful. He propped up on his elbow and reached for the water as Wallace sat next to him on the bed.

“Think you can keep it down now?” Wallace asked hopefully

“Yes, I think so. Do you have any Tylenol?” Steven took a small sip and waited a moment to see if it upset his stomach and when it didn’t, he gratefully drank the rest.

“Of course. Still have a headache?” Wallace handed him two small pills and a new bottle of water, watching cautiously as Steven finished that one within a few minutes.

“A little, it’s not nearly as bad,” Steven reassured with a small smile. He would definitely need to make today up to Wallace somehow. Neither of them had planned for this to happen.

“Yeah, you seem a lot better than before. I was really worried for a bit. You’re pretty dehydrated, but we need to take it slow. If the water stays down then we can try something light to eat. You should rest until you’re feeling better.” Wallace started to move from the bed but stopped when Steven reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Stay with me?”

Wallace chuckled and pulled Steven close “Of course. I will be right here.”

[carpfishfacebook]

chat after i finish my two open wips what do we wanna see. i am a man of the people and if left to my own devices will create the most depressing shit and that’s probably not good for me. more info about the options below the line ! all of these will get made at some point, it’s just a matter of what i prioritize :)

cowboys: green moves to the countryside to get away from transphobic family (professor oak), buying a run-down farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. despite having no experience in renovation, green tries to fix up the house by himself, resulting in him accidentally fucking up the water. he goes to the horse ranch next door to ask for help, where he meets red.

pâtissier green: a kalosian pâtisserie opens up in pallet town, the first new business in red’s lifetime. he isn’t much for sweets, but his best friend, leaf, follows the pâtissier on instagram and really wants to go check it out. red gives in, and even though he doesn’t have a sweet tooth, he does end up finding something he likes in the form of the french twink behind the counter.

alolan honeymoon: very little plot involved, i’ve just been playing through ultra sun lately

more angst: i’ve got a couple doozies in the chamber, if this option wins i’ll give a list of further options

other ships: mostly comfortable writing mlm since i’m a gay man, some options are: appraisalshipping (adaman x volo), kbdn (raihan x leon), originshipping (wallace x steven stone), and preciousmetalshipping (silver x gold), but i’d be willing to branch out :)

[steel--fairy]

drabble -- soulmate au part 10

ao3! yippee!! i didnt realize i had more written!

Wallace dominated the conversation, but Steven didn’t mind. He listened intently to the other man’s words. He clearly knew his city well, pointing out each notable landmark, telling Steven its history and several fun facts before moving onto the next. It didn’t stop at famous landmarks either—Wallace seemed to know every nook and cranny of the city, having some story or anecdote about even the plainest of locations they passed.

After the initial release of the magazine, Steven had searched Wallace up online. Despite his insistence that things happen at their own speed, he wanted to know more about the man who was his supposed soulmate. Every interview painted Wallace as a charming, charismatic speaker who always knew exactly what to say, but it was different to be on the receiving end of it in real life. To be the only one given a sly grin and a wink as Wallace finished a story about how he met some person at some diner and did something.

Steven looked away, feeling his cheeks heat up. This was far too much attention to be lavished on one person.

Slowly, Wallace led them up and away from the main city streets. The lowest level of Sootopolis was the oldest and, nowadays, the most tourist filled. They left behind chic cafes and sprawling museums for a more residential area. Gardens littered the roofs of the buildings here, growing food instead of decorative flowers.

Wallace weaved between two indistinguishable houses and suddenly they were in front of a dark opening. For the first time, Steven pulled ahead of Wallace, ever eager to see a new cave.

“What’s this? I wouldn’t think there would be any sort of cave or tunnel-like structures in Sootopolis. The foundation of the crater wouldn’t be able to support many—”

Wallace laughed, breaking Steven out of his focused reverie.

“Oh, sorry—”

“Don’t apologize.” Wallace waved him off with a smile. There was a strange gleam in his eyes. “You’re mostly right. There aren’t many of these tunnels. They were created back when Sootopolis was first settled, before they realized what a poor idea it was to go digging so low in the foundation.”

“Fascinating.” Steven turned to stare at the dark cave. “I assume this is where you meant when you said you knew a place that possibly held Moon Stones.”

“Mhm.”

Steven rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He wanted to dash away and go caving, but he didn’t want to be rude to Wallace.

Another laugh erupted from Wallace. “Oh, go ahead, already! I can see you tugging at your leash.” Steven didn’t need more encouragement. With a smile and thank you, he left the hot Hoennian sun for the cool shade of the tunnel.

[nightbystarriver]

Nights At The Radio Station | Originshipping

If you ask Wallace, it's true that he is no stranger to odd calls every now and then. It's part of a radio host's work, after all.

The green light switched on, and from the corner of his eyes, Wallace sees his radio crew milling about around the room. Amber eyes meet his gaze — and here May is, sending him a quick wave before quickly turning back to her equipment. The other crew members are also working hard tonight — Brendan next to May, tongue stuck out in concentration, yet gaze still occasionally drifting to the girl next to him, secretly and with longing. Ah, to be young and in love, though Wallace supposes he is also not exactly in a position to complain.

Shaking his head, Wallace turns back to the mic before him. Three minutes more, and the night will fall once the green light turns up, and the studio will get running on their job. May and Brendan, for example, among a few others, are in charge of taking up listeners' calls before letting them through to the radio host — Wallace, in this case. Today's work is going to be rather relaxing compared to usual, for Saturdays are reserved for light chatting and music recommendations. 

(And Wallace would not admit it, but Fridays are usually when the stories really go wild, what with it being labelled as 'for letting out all your heart's troubles and feelings' after all. Yesterday he had to listen to a fifteen-minute-call that detailed all the travails and ordeals worth of a person's life; and while he would always try his best to help his listeners no matter who they are, such a load of information at one time can be a little... exhausting.)

And the light switches on, and the crew give him many little smiles and warms up, and a smile naturally blooms on his face as he embraces the night with a hearty and blooming 'hello and good evening, my dear listeners!'. Time flows into words weaved into stories, and as it flows on, Wallace sits back on his chair and relaxes himself, feeling the many knots in his heart over the long week slowly untangle themselves away.

Perhaps it was this sense of ease and the fact that nothing too surprising has ever happened on Saturdays that led to Wallace letting down his guards.

The next call rolls in, and Wallace thinks he saw May widen her eyes for a split second in surprise before she presses the button to forward the call to him, hand covering her mouth in what could be a giggle. How curious. But he doesn't need to wonder for too long as the beeping sound rings out, which means the call has gone through. A smile comes naturally to the corners of his mouth (he loves doing his job, after all), and he greets his beloved caller with a hearty laugh: "Hello and welcome, my dear listener! May I ask what brought you here to us on this wonderous night?"

There is no respond. Worry starts creeping on his mind after a few seconds of listening closely and waiting. Has the connection been cut out? Is his caller lagging-

"Wallace." A warm, vaguely annoyed and deeply familiar voice rings out, and Wallace freezes. "Where did you leave my ring? I specifically told you to it on the bedside table before I went out this morning and now it's nowhere to be found."

Words get stuck in his throat for seconds that stretches seemingly to eternity. Shit, Steven's ring. The weight of that very same ring rests in his left pocket as if it did not just knock his world off its axis for one awkward moment. How does he convey that without sounding suspicious as fuck in front of his audience?

From the corner of his eye, he catches the director moving his hands in a flurry, signaling that he still has not spoken a word since. The mental image of Steven crossing his arms and tapping his shoe on the ground, the frankly cutest pout on his face crosses Wallace's mind as he visibly recomposes himself and leans into the microphone.

"Well, you see, dearest listener, the ring must have been mistakenly taken outside..."

"Dearest listener... hmph. New petname, I see. Isn't 'pampered prince' enough for you?" Someone in the room chokes, and Wallace feels like doing so too.

"In my defense, you are a little pampered."

"By who, I wonder." The voice cannot be dryer. "No dinner tonight for you."

"But you never cook, dear."

"I'm getting takeout." Yes, the voice can get dryer. "Don't forget the ring when you come home."

The call ends.

No one speaks for exactly five seconds. Then someone — probably Brendan — made a move towards the control board, and Wallace has to physically pick himself up for the second time in the span of five minutes as the next call goes through. At least his "Hello!" afterwards sounds natural enough.

After the Saturday's session finishes wrapping up and everyone bids their goodbyes, he tries to quickly leave the studio (and return to a very irritated dear person at home). May stops him dead in his tracks.

"Is that your roommate?" May whispers almost scandalously. Wallace decided to play dumb.

"Who?" Okay, maybe not that dumb.

"The person who called and talked about the- the ring, or- whatever that was. Was that your roommate?"

He would not exactly call Steven his roommate — more like his dearest lovely husband for two years and running strong now, with even more years of mutual pining before that — but Steven was the one who insisted on keeping their relationship a secret only to themselves, their dads and some other close friends. He was a relatively new celebrity when they first got married, and Steven did not want other people to think that his rise in fame is due to the Devon Corporation's money funding him from behind and not thanks to his incredible charisma — honestly, what happened to subtlety, Steven? Did he change his mind? Was he seriously angry? Why did Wallace forget to return his precious ring to its place? Oh, he might as well has fucked up their whole relationship! Sure he might be overreacting a little, he has always had a flair for drama, just leave him be — but the notion of Steven actually being angry at him refuses to leave his mind.

Alas, May is still waiting and the damage has already been done, so he just cracks a half-smile and nods curtly, trying to push through her to walk away. May just grins mischievously. Very foreboding.

"Roommates who also happens to use really cute petnames?"

"Good friends can also use petnames, you know."

May just chuckles and mumbles something along the line of "and historians call them roommates" — Wallace feels like he is being referenced without knowing what the reference is, but that is beside the point. He quickly waves goodbye and head towards the parking lots. He has more... important matters to deal with now.

Said more important matters is also sleeping on the living room couch when he gets home at the wee hours of two in the morning, his chest rising rhythmically in tandem with his breaths. On the table lies two boxes of takeouts, one still wrapped up nicely and one half empty, he could see it was his favourite — ah. Steven was not actually angry, then. Affections swell up in his heart like that of a boy on his first date as he kneels down besides the couch and tenderly presses his lips against the other's exposed forehead.

Steven stirred awake while Wallace gently holds up the other's hand resting on his stomach and return the missing ring to its place. He looks up to a pair of half closed eyes blinking up bearily at him, letting out some mumbled sleepy noises that sounds something like "welcome home", and Wallace feels his heart stepping one step closer to imploding at those words, the way it does everytime ever since they moved in together.

"I'm home." He brought the bony fingers up and pressed another kiss against it. The tired, yet honest grin that blooms on Steven's face melts all the worries of the diligent, professional Wallace away, leaving only the Wallace who cries over every cheesy romance movie and stays in the bed for five more minutes just to keep staring at his beloved's sleeping form. God, he loves his husband so much.

"Let's go inside, you will catch a cold like this." He gently lays rocks Steven back and forth. "Sorry about the ring, dear."

"It's fine, I didn't really mind." And then Steven swung his arms over his neck, and oh, Wallace's heart might have just actually imploded. "Carry me back to bed."

"Huh- Wait, my dear-"

And Steven is already asleep again, his arms somehow not loosening for one moment. Wallace merely shakes his head exasperately, his hands already moving down the other's back to lift him up.

After all, who is he to disobey the whims of his pampered prince?

[secretstantler]

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[vacuousauto]

originshipping brainrot so bad im almost tempted to write fanfiction for the first time

[elelcomplains]

My Pokémon fanfictions masterpost (always updated)

Hello, it’s about time I make a pinned post for this blog, and what better choice than my fanfictions?  Don’t get your expectations high though, I’m just some guy having fun. That being said, let’s get started:

EVENTUAL WARNINGS ARE ON TOP NOTES IN EACH STORY

One last night - Originshipping / Steven x Wallace

Spring - Truechampionshipping / Raihan x Leon

Warm winter night - Originshipping / Steven x Wallace

Need - Originshipping / Steven x Wallace

Meteor falls - Hardenshipping / Archie x Maxie

Clairvoyance - Sacredshipping / Morty x Eusine

Curse - Sacredshipping / Morty x Eusine

Shards of the sun and the moon - Sacredshipping / Morty x Eusine

Lighthouse - Ignitionshipping / Flint x Volkner

Of new hopes and broken dreams - Sacredshipping / Morty x Eusine

[lightninghikari]

Proud

Pairing: Steven Stone/Wallace.

Rating: general audiences.

Summary: Steven Stone, heir of Devon, who had expectations put on him since the very day he was born… decides to come out to his father.

Author’s notes: This is a lil fic I’ve been saving all this time for Pride Month. Enjoy it!

Read in AO3

He took a deep breath, sighing afterward.

"You know, Steven?" His father stretched his arms, then allowing his hands to fall by his sides, over the bench, carelessly. "I can't remember the last time I relaxed on the beach like this."

"Yeah, here in Mossdeep is nice to..." then again, he sighed. "Chill a little."

"You should take me out of work more often," at the very least the man was enjoying himself. "Seriously. I can't remember the last time we hung out like this, it even feels like it had been years now."

Because it indeed had been years, Steven replied mentally.

In the middle of his restless thoughts, Steven paid attention to the fact that Joseph was right and they didn’t spend much time together anymore; which was crazy, considering that they were the only close family each other had. And for a moment, Steven got distracted by the realization that, taking his father for granted like that was no good, and that he should be taking every chance he had to spend the time with him and talk and reach out to him while he could.

Chances like… this one.

And once more, Steven felt the pit in his stomach, reminding him of why they were there to talk in the very first place. So, he let the first conversation topic to die down while trying to find the words to express what he needed to.

He sighed again.

"So, Steven," Joseph called his name with a patient tone. "What do you want to talk about? You said it was important and actually I've been aching to know what this matter is all about."

The anguish grew on his chest, as he shifted uncomfortably in his place. Steven had genuinely believed that he was ready to confront his dad already, yet there he was, stopping right on his tracks when he was explicitly requested to talk.

Ah… Steven had not a single clue of why he was so scared. He was a grown man already, independent, this shouldn’t even come out as a big deal. Besides, his dad was a good man, all of his own politeness he learned it from him. Yet, Steven believed somewhat there was a possibility to disappoint his father, to make him mad. After all, he was his only child, and his confession would mean a burden to all of the plans Mr. Stone had for him.

Nonetheless, he had postponed the whole matter a lot already. It was the moment to talk. Wallace was worth the shot.

"Well... it's just that..." He could barely elaborate. "Um, I mean, like..."

"Yes?"

"It’s… Like..." His head was already dizzy in shame. "Ah!"

Joseph chuckled, not quite amused, instead, very puzzled.

"Just go ahead.”

"It's something... um... hard to say, to put it down in some way," Steven spoke lowly, as if words would come easier that way.

“Okay, maybe try giving me a hint?”

Steven took a deep breath, “you could say, I…”

Was he going to say it so simply, just like that?

“Yes, Steven?”

This was terrible.

“Steven-”

And he growled, pulling his hair back with his hands in a clear sign of desperation, "Dad, please, don't get angry at me," he pleaded, finally giving in to his worries.

"You did something I should be mad about?"

"Kind of? I'm not sure..."

"Let's see," the older man said softly, getting a little more serious. "What happened?"

The pressure on his chest grew unbearable as his mind got foggier and foggier. For a moment Steven believed his mouth wouldn’t be able to keep producing words anymore and that he would have to run away from the scene.

"I..." point of no return, it was now or never. Steven shook his head and clenched his fists. "I'm... I'm dating someone".

The incredulous expression on Joseph's face was priceless. He remained quiet for a few seconds, then, he began to laugh in a lighthearted way, placing a hand in his chest rather relieved; which only thrilled Steven further, because what he was going to say wouldn’t be relieving at all.

"For Arceus' sake!" Joseph shook his head. "Is that what this whole tension is about? That my son’s got a new partner?"

Now his heart was pounding so desperately against his ribs that Steven truly believed he’d had an arrest.

"I know it sounds like something stupid and trivial!" He replied loudly, even furiously, unable to put up with the shame anymore. "But this is a serious matter and I'm sure that when I give you the details you're going to be at the very least a bit disappointed, to not say upset, and-”

"Why would I be upset?" Joseph answered, simply yet incredulous. "Wallace is a good man, I like him very much actually, you should already know that."

Oh?

Oh.

Steven felt his jaw dropping off its place as he gasped in surprise and his cheeks began to turn bright red.

How was it even possible that his father knew altogether that his new partner was in fact a male, and not any male, but Wallace?

Joseph laughed again, however, that time a little more nervously.

"W-What?" Steven started to stammer now, not even being able to keep visual contact. "H-How d-did you know?"

"I'm your father, I know you from the very day you were born, how I wasn't supposed to notice something like this?"

Ditching the whole parent intuition thing, Steven hurried to ask, "was I that obvious?"

"Sort of," he even gestured it with the hand. "When you first introduced us I didn’t really think it could be more than a friendship. But, one day, it only took me to watch how you looked at him as mesmerized as if he was a precious gem, and see how you giggled at every small thing he said, and how you couldn’t keep your hands off him, to know that you were completely and absolutely lovestruck. And Wallace… well. He wasn’t being quite subtle there, either; he’d say something very flirtatious to you for it to fly right over your head.”

Steven growled, covering his face, “how ludicrous…”

“I can’t blame him though. You are such a handsome man, no wonder why everyone throws themselves at you, a contest idol like him included.”

“D-Dad!” Steven whined. “This is so embarrassing!”

Shrugging, he chuckled, “to be fair, I didn't imagine you were dating now, but I was instead anticipating this talk to happen. I knew it was a matter of time for you both to get together."

Steven shook his head, "don't you think I was trying to keep this as a secret to you. In fact, we started dating just a few weeks ago, but if I didn't tell you immediately after that happened was because-".

"It's fine," Joseph seemed to completely understand his reasons, that being why he allowed himself to cut off Steven’s furious rambling. "I imagine you were still trying to come to terms with that. Don’t worry, I get you.”

Steven felt shame again. This time for not being able to do this sooner.

"So, aren’t you mad?"

"Why should I be?"

Once more, he sighed, now straightening in his place to add more seriousness to his words, "well, because I think I like men after all. And if I’m gay for real, this will mean I won’t get a future Devon heir, and I’ll be putting us in trouble and-”

Joseph smiled indulgently, then, tilted his head, giving his son a loving look.

"Steven..." he sighed, "life's too short and unpredictable to even worry about those sorts of things in advance. I mean, you can have your life all planned, and all of a sudden, it takes an unexpected turn and everything changes".

Steven nodded.

"When I was around your age, I was achieving everything I'd ever planned; I was this successful CEO both my father and grandfather raised me to be, I was happily and publicly married and you were about to born. I had everything."

Ah, he knew where this was heading to.

"I had planned my life to be exactly like that, like my father and grandfather wanted it to be and how I thought it would always be.”

This time, Joseph snickered lightly at himself

“Then, I had to face the fact that the woman I thought was the right for me didn’t want to be my wife anymore, then realized that my success wasn’t enough to keep a family happily together, and I had to raise you all on my own," Joseph clasped his hands together next. "What I’m trying to say is that you can’t be sure of what’s going to happen in the future. So, don't get so worked out about something that hasn't happened yet. When your time comes, you, and perhaps even Wallace, would decide what to do. And I do trust you will decide wisely, I have no doubt of that."

Suddenly, he became aware of the way his heart was exaggeratedly pounding hard against his chest, a lump in his throat holding back any kind of response; for that, Steven felt his eyes getting wet as an overwhelming sense of relief and happiness took over him.

He was, in fact, deeply moved by his father's words of acceptance. And trying hard to not cry, Steven remained silent, and almost two minutes went by like that until the older Stone decided to speak again.

“Besides… I’m happy for you.”

“You are?”

“Yes. All these years I watched you getting in relationships almost out of obligation. At first, of course, I thought that it was because of how the divorce had affected you, and that you still hadn’t found the right woman to love.”

Looking back at it, it sounded so ludicrous now.

“I’ve always seen people throwing themselves at you, and you resignedly settling with someone. But it was such a nice change when I noticed you were actually chasing after Wallace, with your heart all on your sleeve…”

How did his dad even manage to make it sound so embarrassing? Or was it just that Steven was that awkward in general?

"So..." Joseph cleared his throat. "How Wallace is doing?".

Steven chuckled, starting to move his tense body just a little. "He's fine. Happy. And so I am."

His father hummed.

"Wallace is a nice man,” he concluded. “I mean, he is very strong, capable, caring, funny, talented-"

"Beautiful," Steven uttered solemnly, adding to his dad's former statement. And when he realized what he just said and noticed the amused look on the older man's face, he felt his cheeks blushing, flustered.

"Oh, god. I'm still not prepared for diabetes, Steven," Joseph joked, gaining a gasp from his now again restless son.

"D-Dad!" He was sure he would die from the embarrassment since it never was his intention to sound so cheesy about Wallace in front of this father of his who loved to make jokes whenever it was possible.

Once he stopped laughing, Joseph stated, "well, I would like to meet him one of these days."

"Dad, you already know him."

"Indeed I do, however, you hadn't introduced him as your boyfriend yet, but only as your best friend instead."

Discreetly, Steven rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," he replied, "He'll be very glad to meet up with you. I'll be sure to tell you when we are free to hang out together."

His father nodded.

"Great," assuming the talk was already done, and to break any tension possibly remaining after that somehow awkward yet sweet conversation they shared, the man felt safe to bring up another topic. "Now, if my memory isn’t failing me, you told me that you've found a rare stone you wanted to show me."

Steven smiled for once.

"Yes. It's at my place".

"Shall we go then?"

He agreed, and once the both of them were standing, they remained quiet until the younger Stone broke the distance between them, wrapping his father in his arms, fervently, and of course, the embrace was immediately reciprocated.

"Thanks, Dad," Steven spoke softly, pure emotion in his voice.

"You are very welcome."

"This really means a lot to me. Just... thank you so, so much. I love you."

"You have nothing to thank me, Steven," At that moment, he sounded as moved as his son. Maybe that was the reason why he lightly kissed the top of Steven's forehead, the way he would when Steven was a kid. "You are my son, and for that, I will always love you, not only until you are old enough to make your own decisions and stop following my expectations. I love you the way you are and no matter what, it will always be like that."

“Dad…” was he about to cry? Yes, he was about to cry.

“I’m so proud of you, my boy. If it had been me going through this, damn, be sure I wouldn’t have been brave enough to go against the expectations put on me.”

“I can because I have an awesome dad like you.”

And of course, both laughed foolishly, Joseph running out of words too, unable to come up with one of his usual puns. This moment felt even holy, just a proof of the unconditional love going on between them, even if they didn’t spend much time with each other now.

And no word was spoken after that. Then, some seconds afterward they parted, only a little, however: all the way back home, Joseph wrapped an arm around Steven, holding him and patting his back and shoulder while they were walking all the way back home.

They spent the rest of the evening together, so casually, yet, it meaning the whole world to Steven; at first, he truly believed his father wasn't going to react well at him coming out so suddenly. Now, he was so thankful that, instead of falling apart, they grew even closer to each other. And so, silently, Steven made this promise that, he would try to reach out for his father more often. Growing up rather lonely didn’t mean he had to keep doing that way, that was one thing Wallace had taught him and that his dad was now reassuring him on.

Ah… How loved and accepted Steven felt. How great was to be truly in love with someone and be able to share that happiness with his loved ones.

And how much he admired his father. Hopefully, one day, he could truly aim to be half the wise and caring man Joseph was.

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

After the Storm

Fandom: Pokemon

Characters: Steven Stone, Wallace

A/N: There’s not enough Steven and Wallace tickle stuff in the world and my brain had been begging for me to do some of my boys soft. 

Summary: After the events that occurred in the Kalos region, Steven returns home to Hoenn where his boyfriend and long time best friend was ready to help care for the trip’s aftermath on the champion. 

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Wallace had to admit, there was just something about a man with a bit of scruff that was just so…. attractive. It was a bit sloppy in his opinion and required a certain body and style to truly be able to be pulled off; but whenever Steven had become so busy to remember to shave and let his grow slightly, Wallace was all for it. Just returning from a rather large journey through Kalos that involved babysitting an angsty, headstrong fifteen-year-old and clumsy ten-year-old (not to mention trying to stop Lysandre form destroying the world…. or just pokemon because somehow he could destroy one without the other, but whatever), and he’d been rather distracted to say the least. 

As a result, his typical hygienic self-standards were rather off. He’d grown a bit of a scruff, his hair had become less tame, and he wasn’t fullying paying attention to detail of his outfits. Wallace smirked behind his hand slightly as he examined the other. Steven had also been allowing himself to fall behind on sleep, earning discoloration and swelling under his eyes and the current exhaustion he was now dealing with as he lay on top of his bed’s comforter. “Perhaps a nap would do you good,” Wallace hummed as he strolled into the familiar bedroom to unload his boyfriend’s luggage. 

The oor jet lagged man shook his head. “I’d like to get back to having a sleep schedule Wallace. If I nap now, it’s going to take forever to get back to a routine.” Wallace felt his cheeks heat up slightly when he caust Steven’s eye. The tired, dorky smirk that grew on his face as he stared at the other. Shaking his head, the water-type-gym leader unzipped the large suitcase and started to sort through it. “Well, what do you plan to do with your day if you won’t nap then; hm? I can’t imagine that almost twenty hours on a plane feels that well.” Steven laughed softly before sitting up. “It’s not like I didn’t sleep on the flight at all love,” he said stretching out slightly before leaning back against the soft pillow that sat against his bed frame.

“I’ve been on flights with you. It’s never a true slumber, Steve,” Wallace lectured, using Steven’s nickname. “Mmhmm,” Steven hummed before resting his head back against the wood of the head board. Steel eyes closed as he exhaled softly, only to snap open again as he jolted upwards, attempting to pull his legs into his chest. Wallace let out a grunt, still holding onto his boyfriend’s shoe as he was tugged forward from the reaction. “Geez Steven, I’m just tring to take your shoes off,” the taller huffed. “Ah, sorry,” the champion said sheepishly before leaning forward to undo his other shoe; as Wallace finally managed to wrestle the designer item off his boyfriend’s foot. 

“See, isn’t that better,” Wallace hummed before furrowing his brows from the Steel-type specialist’s response. Well, lack there off, anyway. He was groggily looking Wallace over, repeatedly. “Did…. did you acquire a new uniform,” Steven finally asked as he reached a hand out to feel the thin, narrow piece of cloth that attached the top of Wallace’s outfit to the bottom. “Ah, yes…. you like it?” Steven was continuing to feel the fabric as he nodded rather easily. “Feels nicer than your last one,” he mumbled before slipping four fingers under the purple crop top, earning a squeak. Wallace turned slightly, curling up the best he could as he stood. “Steve,” he squeaked. “Don’t do that.” 

“Hm? Oh.” Steven didn’t bother to apologize. He merely removed his hand from the crop top and gently started to tickle the exposed sides. Wallace threw his head back with a sequel as a result. One hand attempted to over his mouth, the other trying to pry his boyfriend’s callused hands off of him. “Ah! Stheheheve! Chahahut it out!” Steven chuckled softly as he watched his long-time best friend squirm and laugh about. “It feels nicer, but I don’t get why you decided to expose so much skin? Is it meant to be a bathing suit as well or something? Honestly, with a weakness like this, I would have thought you’d keep such vulnerable spots covered.” 

“Whahaht ahahare you - ah,” Wallace gasped for air as he finally pulled away enough to escape the tickle monster’s hands. “What… are you … t...talking about,” he panted as he rubbed away the ghostly ticklish feeling. “You know, weakness? You're a gym leader after all.” Wallace paused before quirking a brow. “Steven, dear, trainers don’t fight gym leaders hand to hand.” Steven nodded, rather confused. “Yes? I know that love.” Wallace gave a slow nod. “So…. why would I have to worry about… someone tickling me?” Steven shrugged before simply saying: “Weakness to water”. What? “Dear you should really take that nap,” Wallace sighed as he turned his attention back to the suitcase. “I’m not made of water, Steven. Just as you’re not made of steel.” 

“I know that,” the other yawned out before laying back into the bed more. “But a Tangela could easily have you at it’s mercy.” Wallace still couldn’t figure out what his beloved was trying to say. “Steve, I don’t fight the pokemon. My pokemon fight trainers’ pokemon. There’s no reason for a tamed Tangela or Tangrowth to tickle me for a badge.” There was a long silence as Wallace started placing dirty clothes in the hamper and rocks on Steven’s dresser to be sorted later. “Oh, you found more mega stones I see,” he hummed; despite feeling it to be pointless to try to talk to his zombified boyfriend. 

‘Yeah,” Steven confirmed, sounding as if he was deep in thought. Wallace placed teh suitcase aside before climbing up the bed to lay beside the shorter. “We…. don’t…. Fight pokemon? But we fight pokemon.” God, Steven was so cute when he was sleep deprived. It was amusing to say the least. “We don’t touch the opposing pokemon. Our pokemon fight them.” Steven slowly started to nod. “You need that nap,” Wallace giggled. “Come on, I’ll help you change and then you can rest that poor brain of yours.” He ruffled the steel, slightly greasy locks of hair before feeling his wrist be gently grasped. “No,” Steven yawned softly. “I’m good,” he assured. “Your good? For the last twenty minutes you’ve been convinced that we fight challengers’ pokemon. Not that our pokemon do.” Steven nodded slowly nevertheless. “Mmmhmm. I’m good.” 

With that, he slowly started to get up to look for things to do to feel productive, but he found himself being pulled back onto the firm mattress. “No. You're going to rest,” Wallace insisted as he started to adjust Steven back on the bed. “I’ll fall asleep if I keep laying here,” Steven protested weakly. “And you’ll hurt yourself if you don’t,” Wallace lectured. However, his boyfriend wasn’t having it. Steven was starting to sit up again, only to be pushed back down. Steven huffed, pouting slightly before attempting to roll the green haired male off of him. “Are you seriously trying to roll me off you,” Wallace laughed as he pulled the other with him. 

“Yes. Wallace please, I’m f-pfff! Hey,” the champion giggled as he scrunched his shoulders into his neck. Well cared for nails gently fluttered against the soft, warm neck of the shorter; moving to the soft, right ear when the neck became unavailable. “Tangela for me huh? Blaziken would have some fun with you,” Wallace teased before moving to tickle the silk, button-up shirt-clothed chest. “Ehehehehehe! Mmmmm Wallace,” Steven whined as he rolled beside the taller. Wallace giggled before moving to sit on top of the other’s waist. Nimble fingers delicately moved to untuck the soft shirt from the pant line that tucked it away. Said fingers then carefully glided under the surface on the warm, taught stomach that danced below the gentle touch in an attempt to escape the touch. 

“W-Whahahahllace,” Steven laughed, reaching with a bit more coordination and energy for the assaulting digits. “Coochie, coochie, coo,” Wallace laughed before moving to squeeze at the shooter’s hips. Steven bucked, practically squawking through his adorable snorts that only encouraged his boyfriend to tickle the poor dork even more. “Hmm…. you seem a bit more awake now. Maybe I should move down to tickle thoe aching feet of yours, hm? A tickle massage sound ideal,” the water specialist teased softly. He looked over the other so adoringly, so lovingly. He hadn’t seen Steven in months, maybe two at the most, but still… it was more than one month! He just missed his significant other; the champion of the region who couldn’t be bothered to text or call back generally. Wallace had been rather lonely the last eight weeks.

However, said loneliness was over as suddenly Wallace snapped out of his daze. He felt a hand grasp his torso before gravity come up to meet his side with the comforter below him. Blinking in shock for a moment. Turquoise eyes sheepishly glanced up to see playful, steel ones looking back at them. Steven was panting softly, smirking playfully as his eyes scanned the other. “Thanks for the wake up dear,” he panted, continuing to gently pin his partner. “Ah, of course,” Wallace replied rather sheepishly. He wiggled slightly, testing Steven’s grip on him and weight balance. “No, truly,” Steven chuckled, moving to lay Wallace out on his back some while still sitting on him. 

“You’ve been nothing but caring since you came to greet me at the airport. Helping me into the passenger seat of your car, into my house. You even unpacked my luggage for me. Now you’ve woken me up enough to be productive and I really think my first task of productivity is thanking you.” Wallace felt his stomach fill with butterflies as he gently squirmed under the other. “You truly don’t have to dear, it was nothing,” Wallace attempted to bargain. However, both new that wasn’t going to happen. “I meant what I said earlier,” Steven chuckled as he sat back on Wallace’s pelvis. He gently placed a hand on the hardly clothed stomach with a small smile. “You do look nice, but I still don’t understand why you decided to expose so much skin. I mean, your hips are even exposed.” 

Wallace let out a giggle as his boyfriend started to tweak his bare hip gently. “Stheheheve!” Wallace felt his face heat up as he gently tried to bite his bottom lip. “Wallace,” Steven said softly. He truly could careless about the skin exposure. In all honesty, it was probably for Wallace to move around quicker, feel the ocean breeze on his skin, and bring more attention to himself and his pokemon during pokemon performances. “Oh? Trying not to laugh,” Steven practically purred as he leaned forward. He ceased teh attack on the taller’s hip before gently taking Wallace’s wrists and lifting his arms over his head. “Oh no,” Wallace giggled as he started to gently try to shift his legs and wiggle his feet. “Oh yes,” Steven whispered softly, huskily, into his lover’s ear. “You're going to kill me,” Wallace whined, turning in an attempt to avoid the soft lips that were attacking his ear with warm air. 

Steven rolled his eyes before gently kissing the warm cheek before him. “Don’t be so dramatic.” Wallace giggled slightly as Steven briefly and gently fluttered his fingers under one of his arms. “Ah, no,” Wallace squealed as he gently started to wiggle in his boyfriend’s grasp. Steven chuckled before leaning close to his lover’s ear. “Ah,” he fake sighed, “yes. Let’s start with these sensitive hallows, hm?” Wallace tried to hide his face in his arms, his breath already starting to go haywire from just the idea of being tickled by his sweet boyfriend. Steven wasn’t always so playful, but when he was, he made sure Wallace was enjoying himself as well. “Wrestling with me, ah, my bad. Tickle wrestling with me? Did you truly think I’d let you just walk away from that? Let alone let you truly start to tickle me?”

Wallace was slowly starting to giggle, twisting and turning in his boyfriend’s hold. “I haven’t even started to tickle you yet,” Steven laughed. “Why in the world are you laughing so soon? Could it be… you want me to tickle you? That you want to laugh so freely?” Wallace started digging his heels into the mattress, just wanting the other to start already. He’d missed Steven so much, and quite frankly, if this was how he was going to get cuddles out of the other, he was willing to “suffer” at the hands of the tickle monster. Regardless, one of them was going too for that cuddle time, Wallace was going to make sure of it. Of course, he fancied the idea of him getting revenge on the more ticklish later once cuddle mode had entered it’s full relaxation status much more than Steven gently trying to tickle him here and there at random not allowing them to get to such a state. 

“Coochie, coochie, coo,” Steven teased, hovering his fingers just above the delicate, hairless skin. Wallace bucked gently, shaking his head as he tried to compose himself. Clearly, it wasn’t working so well. “I’m gonna getcha,” Steven continued. “Have to make up for lost time, right? Would you like that?” Wallace was really laughing now. “Oh Stheheheven,” he whined. “Sthahahaop theheheasing!” Steven may be the more ticklish and typically the easier to tickle, but Wallace was weak to teases. The stupider, the better of a reaction. “Oh? You want to be tickled?” Wallace was pressing his head back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. “Huh? Do you want to be tickled Wallace? The famous Wallace of Sootopolis. The water specialist who’s become a champion in the world of pokemon battling and performance, wants to be tickled at the hands of his boyfriend? Is that what your telling me?” 

Wallace started wiggling his feet desperately. “Steve sthahahahop,” he squealed. “You truly are a sight to behold,” Steven started. He moved his hand from the underarms to gently flutter his fingers under the exposed chin. Wallace let out higher pitched giggles, now trying to hide the area. “Such soft, radiant skin; glowing like the cleanest diamond.” Wallace’s face was right red at this point as the compliments and lack of air were affecting him. “Er, well, I guess ruby at this point. But I suppose it looks rather unique with such beautiful hair and matching eyes.” Wallace shook his head more frantically now. He may seem like the type to love compliments, but they always made him a little flustered. With Steven, they made him weak, like an old time cartoon girl being complimented by a bad boy she had a crush on. It was embarrassing but true. “Oh just tickle me,” Wallace begged. Steven stopped for a moment, a look of entertained shock on his face. “What,” he chuckled out in disbelief. “Did… did you just ask me to tickle you?” Wallace was silent, panting softly before daring to open his eyes slightly. 

“I haven’t been this close to you in months. If I can’t get you to sit still, can you at least stop teasing me,” he huffed before giggling as fingers slipped under his exposed underarms. ‘Anything you want dear,” Steen cooed as he slowly started to dig into the sensitive hollows more; earning louder laughter. “Oh shahahahit! S-Stheheheven, eek! Nhahahahahaha! N-No, no, no, no! Ghahahaha!” Music to the champion’s ears as he worked his way down to the half clothed rib cage, playing it like a piano…. kind of. He was a little sloppy. “You said you wanted me to tickle you, so that’s what I’m doing.” Wallace’s back was arched, his arms trying to fight him to cover the area as he tried to hold on to the top of the headboard or anything to keep him from bringing them down. 

“It took a little while longer, but Steven eventually stopped, just smiling down at the mess that was his boyfriend. No matter how dolled up Wallace tried to present himself as, or how “ugly” he could be with messy hair and blood shot eyes…. he was always just beautiful to Steven. Nothing he wore made him any less attractive, not emotion, no hair style, no time of day; Wallace was always just an image of beauty to him. He was like a rare stone amongst the humans Steven had met in his twenty five year of life. Wallace slowly pulled his arms down, panting quite heavily as he tried to calm down. 

Part of him was disappointed it was over, the other, glad to relax a bit. He slowly brought a hand up to wipe at his face. “Oh Arceus,” he sighed. “Oh, I didn’t over do it, did I,” Steven asked with slight concern as he used his coat to help wipe some of the tears of mirth from the flushed face. “Ah, just a little. My underarms are just…. ah, you know,” Wallace sighed as he gently clamped his hands under his arms. He sat up looking a bit sheepish, only to be pulled into a hug. Steven nuzzled into the other’s neck as arms struggled to free themselves to hug him back. “Steven come on,” Wallace sighed as he moved away slightly from his boyfriend. 

“What,” Steven asked with a bit of a pout. “Your…. your scruff,” Wallace huffed. “It tickles.” Steven sighed, rolling his eyes. “You know, I just want to cuddle now and you just have to be so sensitive huh?” Oh, was that how he was going to play? Wallace knew Steven was messing with him, but quite frankly, it was on. “Oh? Is that so? Well, if that’s the case.” Wallace pushed the other off of him before gently taking his boyfriend’s ankles into his arms with a smirk. “Well my dear, you should have jus settled for cuddles earlier.”

[displacedgalarian]

My homecoming fic after 7 years of not writing anything. I poured all of my love for Hoenn into this, carefully wrought the most beautiful work I could for Steven and Wallace and I sincerely hope you enjoy.

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[elencelebrindal]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Red & Green & Blue & Yellow | Pokemon Red Green Blue Yellow Versions Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ookido Green | Blue Oak/Red, Ookido Green | Blue Oak & Red Characters: Ookido Green | Blue Oak, Red (Pokemon), Blue (Pokemon), Rocket-dan | Team Rocket Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Attempted Murder, kind of, Psychological Horror, MILD - Freeform, Emotional Hurt, Fear, Red can talk but only does so with Green, Selectively Mute Red Summary:

Screams coming from the deepest pit of his memory, anguished cries making their way into his mind from outside, ripping at his mind and ears as he finally moved and covered them with his hands. It was painful, distressing, so inconceivably wicked. And then it changed. He was surrounded by corpses. A wilted Venusaur with brown leaves and a dead flower on his back, a twisted Blastoise whose cannons had been tore away from his shell, a pale Charizard without any flames on his body, his tail limp and shut down. It wasn’t real, they were alive... It wasn’t real! «IT’S NOT REAL!». Green fell again, a hand clutching his chest as stabbing pain shot through it, his head hitting the ground. Pictures flew over his mind, playing like an old movie, static and feverishly fast, dark and bright, spiraling around him and laying down at his feet. He wanted to call for help, but he was fading away. Hid body was withering, turning to dust, melting and changing, as the pain on his heart only grew worse and worse until he passed out.

[queenarahbo]

All That Glitters

Wallace sees snow in person for the first time and Steven suffers quietly so he can enjoy it. That is until Wallace notices.

Wallace had traveled all over the world and had the luxury of experiencing many new things. He did things on the regular that most people would never get to experience in their lifetime. He was grateful for those opportunities without question. So when he was invited to Snowpoint City for a photo shoot, he accepted without question. He even managed to convince Steven to come along. Wallace had never gone into the northern half of the Sinnoh region, but it was something he had kept in the back of his mind after his last visit to Sinnoh. Someone at the contest hall had told him about how stunning the snow was and that he needed to see it to understand. He was certain there was nothing more stunning than fresh snow glittering under the illuminating sun. Wallace and Steven had arrived yesterday and made themselves at home in the Pokemon Center. It wasn’t often that Wallace used the Pokemon Center as his lodging when he traveled, but the small hotel was at capacity due to the tourists. He had been entranced by the powdery white flakes that fell from the sky that morning and he dragged Steven out to watch the snow as it fluttered to the ground. While the younger man had reluctantly agreed to Wallace’s pleading, he wasn’t happy about it, though he did seem to enjoy it a little. They had not been prepared for the icy rain, if you could even call it rain, that had started while the two of them were out on a walk. Steven wanted to see the temple that resided in the city and they had gone out after dinner to visit it. It had grown dark much earlier than they had anticipated and that, paired with the rapid temperature drop and icy drops pelting them, made the trip back rather unpleasant. Nonetheless, when they returned they took turns taking a hot shower to warm themselves. Wallace had gone first, by Steven’s insistence, and left Steven shivering in the room to fend for himself. Wallace did not take long, but by the time he had returned, Steven had gone out and gotten them both hot chocolate. The rest of the night was uneventful. Wallace couldn’t see out the window due to a layer of ice, even though he tried repeatedly to watch the snow, and Steven kept mostly to himself. Wallace did not take offense though. Steven was often quieter in the evenings as he usually opted to read before bed. They had played a board game for a few hours prior, but it didn’t seem to hold his attention.

The next morning Wallace had woken early, before his alarm even, and took a moment to take in the warmth from the little cocoon he found himself in. Steven was pressing as close as he possibly could against Wallace’s back with his arm snaking around his hips and the blanket was pulled tightly around them. This wasn’t unusual as they often woke with one holding the other. Steven was strange when it came to intimacy. In public, he very rarely showed affection. At home, however, he was very open with Wallace. It had taken Wallace years to learn Steven’s body language and his small tells. That’s why when Steven’s grip tightened as Wallace tried to move away, the heat under the blanket uncomfortable, a small warning bell went off. Steven was never clingy unless he felt unwell. Wallace squirmed until he was facing Steven and he felt his stomach sink. Steven was pale, the only color in his face was the pink dusting his cheeks, and his eyes were scrunched tight. “Steven, love, I need you to wake up for me.” Wallace gently shook Steven’s shoulder. He was a light sleeper so it wasn’t hard to wake the man.

“Ngh.” Steven groaned as he forced his eyes open. His muscles burned and his body felt heavy. He smiled as he met Wallace’s turquoise eyes “Morning.” He rasped.

“Morning yourself.” Wallace frowned as he rested the back of his hand against Steven’s head “You’re sick. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Didn’t feel that bad.” Steven winced at the pain in his throat. Talking was going to be hard.

Wallace sighed “You still should have woken me. I will pick some things up later while I’m out. What’s going on?”

“Flu probably.” Steven reinforced that statement with a coughing fit that shook his entire body and left his chest sore. He buried his face in the blanket in a despite attempt to keep Wallace from catching whatever he had. The flu was going around the league so this was bound to happen. It did every year.

“Don’t worry about me. We did more than sleep last night. I’ve already been exposed” Wallace tugged the blanket away to reveal Steven’s face. “Do you want me to stay here?”

Steven shook his head. Of course, he wanted Wallace to stay, but he couldn’t ask Wallace to skip work for him. He would survive on his own for a few hours.

“I will try to finish as soon as I can. If you need anything call me, okay?” Wallace pressed his lips against Steven’s burning forehead before untangling himself from the sheets. “Just rest until I get back.”

“I will. Be safe.” Steven whispered as he drifted back to sleep. He wanted to wait until Wallace had left, but his eyes felt heavy and sleep was longing to take him back.

Steven was still tired when he woke next, but wasn’t feeling any worse than before. That was a win in his book. Sometime while he was asleep he had taken Wallace’s pillow and was hugging it to his chest. His nose was stuffy, but he was sure that the pillow smelled like Wallace’s shampoo and that alone was comforting. He felt his heart skip a beat when the door opened and he heard a quiet laugh. He rolled over to face the door.

“I didn’t think you would be awake,” Wallace commented as he balanced his backpack on one shoulder and an armful of groceries in the other arm, using his foot to squeeze through the partially open door. “I brought a few things like I promised.”

Steven pushed himself onto his elbow and watched as Wallace unloaded the bags onto the bed. Various types of medicine were presented along with a box of tissues and cough drops. Steven opened his mouth to thank Wallace but snapped it shut with a glare when he noticed the small white box at the bottom of the bag. “No.”

“No?” Wallace repeated with a confused look. He followed Steven’s eyes and chuckled once “Sorry, love, but you need to.”

“Need is a strong word.” Steven shot back with a grimace before coughing into his arm.

“I think need is pretty accurate. Once we get this over with you can take some medicine and maybe some food. It won’t be that bad.”

“Says you.” Steven reluctantly opened the box and pulled out its contents. He didn’t mind the idea of at-home flu tests, but the actual nose swab was horrible and he hated doing it himself. He did appreciate Wallace’s attempt to distract him even if it was in vain. Once everything was said and done he reached over and took the small box of flu medicine. Bless Wallace’s foresight in buying the one with both day and night. Though Steven suspected Wallace just didn’t want to listen to him cough all night.

“Take that and I will see about getting you some soup.” Wallace rested his hand on Steven’s forehead “You’re still too warm, but I don’t think you are any worse than this morning.”

“I’m not really hungry right now.” Steven rasped with a wince. His throat felt like broken glass.

“If you change your mind just tell me.” Wallace replied as he pulled Steven to his chest and held him “Whatever you need.”

Steven felt a twinge of guilt. He wanted Wallace to enjoy their time there and now they were stuck inside because of his lousy immune system. “I have an idea.” He pulled back and slid off the bed, his muscles still aching in protest. He grabbed his jacket before tossing Wallace’s onto the bed and sliding on his shoes “Come on.”

“Steven, come back to bed. You should be resting.” Wallace protested as he reached out to take hold of Steven’s hand. His efforts only resulted in Steven pulling him off the bed.

“I’m fine. Trust me.” Steven would have been happier if his assertion wasn’t followed by another coughing fit, but Wallace seemed to be willing to trust him because once Steven could breathe again they were navigating the halls of the Pokemon Center. He led Wallace out back and cleared the snow off of a bench. It was eerily quiet despite being the middle of the afternoon. Most people were staying inside after the heavy snowfall last night followed by ice. The roads were concealed by a thick layer which made them too dangerous to navigate and given that the snow was still falling they would be there longer than expected. The powdery flakes seemed to grow in real time as the pair watched them flutter to the ground.

“Steven this is crazy. You will get worse if you stay out here.” Wallace was no longer hiding his worry. The cold weather was sure to exasperate his symptoms.

“I want you to see the snow. We can go back in later. You won’t get to see this again for a while.” Steven pulled Wallace down next to him and leaned against his shoulder. He knew Wallace was right. The cold stung his throat and he was certain he could feel it swelling as he wheezed, his hot breath creating little puffs in the frigid air.

“But-“ Wallace started to protest but stopped when he met Steven’s eyes. “Fine. Just for a little bit.”

“Thank you,” Steven whispered as he pressed closer to Wallace.

"Anything for you." Wallace brushed his lips against the top of Steven's head "I love you."

[ichionthego]

I don’t deserve Procreate

Anywho based off all the fanfictions I’ve seen on these ships

I swear Jefftony and Originshipping are so fluffy and I never find any edgy but then I soon as I look up Nesscas or Originalshipping someone’s gotta die.

Also don’t judge my shippings qwq

[steel--fairy]

drabble -- soulmate au part 3

in which steven eats his words from part 1. which i would link to if tumblr were a functioning website. maybe i should actually start posting these to ao3 lol

Steven blanched the second he entered the ballroom. The room was half-full, but a familiar person easily stood out from the crowd, both from his height and his flashy gown.

He didn’t usually go to Devon related events. In fact, he usually avoided them at all costs. But this one had been for the opening of a new wing in the Mossdeep Space Center, the sole part of Devon Steven had always had an interest in. Space was fascinating. The scientists who worked there deserved the new wing and the new funding. His father had talked him into reluctantly going. For the scientists.

It hadn’t even been a minute and he already regretted his decision.

He looked back at the door he had just walked through. A couple were entering, loitering at the door as someone came up to them and started up a conversation. Damn it, that was one route blocked.

Getting to another door would mean crossing the ballroom the party was being held in.

And crossing it would run the risk of running into Wallace Atlantios.

Steven knew he was being overly paranoid. Wallace likely had no idea who he was, let alone that they were soulmates. He was almost certainly only there because there had been a Contest Spectacular in Mossdeep recently. Steven could spot several other celebrities, the very few he could recognize on sight.

What had he thought back when that photoshoot had first come out? If they were fated to meet, then they would? Well, it seemed like Steven was about to eat his words.

[pokemonruby]

oh oh oh you write stories that’s so wonderful !!! I just read your tags on a post you reblogged about finishing up a fic...if you don’t mind I’d love to read your writing sometime !!! :-] 💛💛💛💛💛

yeah, i’m a writer!! i don’t write fanfiction that often since i usually focus on original work (i’m currently working on my first novel, “paradise’s end”, though i’m taking a bit of a break from it since it’s giving me some trouble…) but i have written some for the pokemon fandom before! mostly originshipping since it’s my favorite pairing of all-time fjsdksdjsdksj 

i haven’t posted many of my fics online, mainly due to my… lack of confidence and overall anxiety issues, but feel free to check out my ao3 account! c: 

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