#steven stone drabble

[the-wandering-rock-collector]

Are you proud of me? 

What I’ve achieved? How far I’ve come?

Would you be content with who I am and what I’ve done? 

Would you be proud to call me you son?

Mother’s Day.

It rolled round once per year, and always crept up unexpectedly. Time moved so fast, and before there was time to breathe, Steven always found that the day was just around the corner again. On this particular day, it was as though time itself shifted. The world changed. The crazy rush of everyday life suddenly seemed to come to an almost complete stop. Time usually slipped through his fingers like sand, but on this day- this one day- the sands of time in his hands turned to glass and could not pass through quickly. Time would pass slowly, and in some cases, painfully.

As the years had passed, a routine had developed on this specific day. A way to make the day count. To make it memorable yet bearable. To make it a day of quiet but joyful contemplation and reflection rather than an agonising look back to a moment that sent his (and his father’s) world spiralling in a new direction. For Steven and his father, Mother’s Day became a day to fondly remember and cherish precious memories rather than let those memories tease them with what life could have been. Each wore a pair of rose tinted spectacles; the images of the past were warm with colour.

This Mother’s Day seemed to progress how they usually did, the established routine falling into place. Steven woke up and dragged himself out of bed, his body feeling heavier than usual, the world seeming all that much quieter. The time it took him to get up, make coffee and get dressed didn’t take any longer than usual, but it felt so much longer; time stretching itself. Even his beloved Pokemon could sense the heavy atmosphere and mood that the day carried. Celestine chimed and rubbed against Steven’s leg as Steven wandered over to the small side table by the window, trying to comfort its' master. Steven smiled slightly and gave the Carbinka grateful stroke before looking back at the table. The table was bathed in sun, beams of light shining through the window and over the contents of the table. On the table there were a few precious stones, photographs, a vase of flowers and among other things, a set of gym badges. 

These gym badges were not his own.

Steven picked up one of the photographs and took a moment to look over it. Three figures stood together. A man, a woman, and a young child. Two parents and their son. They were so happy, each beaming with joy. It was some kind of event, and there had been a formal photographer taking pictures of all the guests. Exactly what the event was and why they were there was a blur to Steven. It happened so long ago, and no matter how hard he tried to hold onto each memory, as time went on, those old early memories eroded away piece by piece as time weathered them. Still, he could remember how he felt. He could remember the smiles on his parents’ faces. 

He could remember his mother, Beryl.

He put down the photograph and reached over to pick up another. A young woman was lovingly embracing her son, her face alight with laughter as the blue haired boy tried to jokingly escape from her grasp, his face full of boyish mischief. Steven traced the photograph with his thumb, a thin coat of dust coming away as he did so. Those azure blue eyes that glowed with laughter... they were his own.

A unique happiness welled up in his chest as he gazed at the photograph, but it was bittersweet, and soon was drowned by a melancholy that he and only he alone could feel. No one had the exact same connection with his mother as he had. No one had that same bond, those same experiences, those same feelings... The emotion flooded his being, and the floodgates slowly trickled open as tears began to pour silently down his face, a stifled sob escaping his lips. He gripped the photo tightly and clenched his teeth. He didn’t want to cry; he couldn’t cry. He was supposed to celebrate the positives and not let the negatives get him down. But “supposed” didn’t always mean he would. He leaned against the table to support himself as the weight of sorrow tried to drag him down and more tears fell like rain onto the table.

That’s when Steven felt a gentle nudge. It surprised him and he snapped his head round to see what it was. 

“Beryllium...”

The presence of the Metagross was enough to lessen the sobbing. The metallic monster looked up at its Master, caring deeply for its owner’s wellbeing. Steven looked back at them and the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards. If there was something to ever remind him of the good things his Mother left behind, all he had to do was turn to see his oldest and most trusted partner. Steven put down the photograph, and with a shaking hand, stroked the shining surface of his Metagross.

Yes, you would be proud.

I’ve achieved all you could have wished me to, and beyond that.

I’ve come so far, further than you could know, and I still have a long way to go.

[iliketrainmen]

"My precious hematite..." Steven mumbled beneath his breath, burrowing his face into the soft skin of Roark's neck. The mattress beneath them squeaked with every movement, it's blankets clumped together near the end, having been kicked down there earlier due to the heat. Surprisingly soft hands pet the nape of his neck, which were as warm as the arms wrapped around his upper back.

"Hematite?" Roark questioned, sounding almost perplexed— if not shocked. Steven had been trying for a while now to work out a mineral or rock to compare him to, said it was his "main duty in a relationship". Hematite was a broad kind of mineral, however... and by broad, Roark knew of at least two varieties, "which kind?"

"All," Steven murmured, lips stretching into a grin. That simple question was more than enough justification to ramble. Unfortunately, he was tired at the moment, so he'd have to nonsensically babble about it on a later date. Preferably in the morning, "but specifically oolitic and specular. They remind me of your eyes."

"Really now?" There was a hint of disbelief in Roark's voice, something Steven wouldn't stand for.

"Mhm," Steven's head lifted ever so slightly, getting a better view of Roark's face, "your irises are the color of oolitic and your pupils sparkle like they're specular."

"Really?"

"Really."

[loafyall]

Daigo- you guys wanna see the new rock I found?

Alan- Daigo-, for the sake of Arceus,don't .

Daigo- Oh come on alan!

Alan- you probably picked it up from the side of the road!

Manon- you guys act like Couples.

Mikuri- they are couples.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

You know the stereotype of “Stoner boyfriend and goth girlfriend”? Cecil is prime for that. Imagine Cecil with a goth partner. He’s so interested in your weird little interests and thinks that look is really cool.

I can just see him high as fuck looking at your collection of spooky things while he’s high.

Imagine taking him to a goth club too. He doesn’t know the songs or anything but he’s high as balls and just vibing.

Cecil would fuck so hard with an alternative partner I just know it

Oh my gossshh! I absolutely adore this! He would!!!!!!!

(Just a tiny drabble!)

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Warnings: fluff, Cecil's high, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 331

“I love these.” Cecil hums as he speaks, unintentionally stretching out the words. “They’re so great.” 

You bite back the little laugh that wants to escape your lips. Cecil is adorable, but when he’s high it’s like there’s an extra level that’s released. 

“You like these?” You stand behind him, pressing your chest to his back and point at the crystals he’s admiring on the shelf. 

He nods. “Love them.” He keeps his hands at his sides, his fingers flexing. You know he wants to touch them so badly, but he’s holding back. “Where do you get them all, do you find them?” 

You chuckle, “Find them?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, looking at you with a dopey grin. “Like in the ground?” 

“I haven’t mined for any sadly.” You stroke his hair and he presses his head into your hand. 

“No, I mean, like in the dirt. The ground. You know?” 

You don’t know.

He swallows and continues, “Like dig them up, like under trees.”

“Are you thinking of truffles Cec?” 

He pauses, thinking hard. “Maybe?” 

“Okay, well, don’t eat these. You’d break your teeth.” You say soothingly. 

He shakes his head rapidly. “I would never. Never. They’re yours. If anyone’s gonna eat them, it’s you. I’d never take that away from you.” 

You press your mouth against his shoulder and chuckle. “I don’t want to eat them Cec.” 

He nods like you’ve said something very wise. 

“Here,” you take a polished piece of obsidian. “Why don’t you hold this one?” 

His eyes light up like you’ve given him the keys to the universe. “Are you sure?” 

“Of course.” You stroke the hair on the nape of his neck with your free hand as you give him the stone. 

He takes it carefully, holding it reverently. Something about it reminds you of a small child holding a very tiny kitten. 

“You like it?” You ask softly.

He nods. “It’s the best. But not as best as you.” 

You snort and he beams. 

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Hi! Could I please get some headcanons or a drabble of Astarion x anemic!Tav and how things may differ when it comes to him feeding on them, how he'd take care of them if they needed it, etc? Would love to see what you come up with. Thank you for your time! 💜

Hello and thank you very much, Anon! Since I'm actually hit with the Bloodless debuff today myself... What else could I have written?

This is a very sweet idea to write something - which I took and then made it sarcastic... I hope you like it.

Also - idk why, but for this I pictured Tav as velnna's Staeve - you probably know who I'm talking about and if you don't you should very quickly go over there and find out, because I love Steven and you should really give this incredible incredible artist who has contributed so much to this fandom a lot of love. All the love. (I didn't wanna tag them because I didn't know if it was okay and didn't want to annoy them but go check out their blog!!)

Pairing: Astarion / Tav (You) Wordcount: 1,6k

Bloodless

The sun was burning in the sky. You felt sweat almost drip from your skin. Every step seemed to be harder than the last one. Your heart was fluttering although your pulse seemed flat. Damn this Mountain Pass.

You and the rest of the party had been hiking through the mountains for days. It was exhausting for everyone, but especially for you it seemed. Surely, the fact that you had offered Astarion your blood almost every other night (and that he was always very keen and graciously grateful to take it) had quite obviously to do with how much your stamina had dwindled.

But you knew offering up your blood was very much helpful. Not only to the vampire, but the party as a whole: Astarion had basically become a menace on the battlefield since he’d been able to feed properly. Also, you were stubborn – a bit of missing blood wouldn’t knock you out. Or would it?

You tripped on a loose stone and almost face-planted on the ground. Only in the last moment were you able to catch yourself and dampen the fall with your arms. You quickly got up again and hoped no one had noticed since you’d dropped to being the last in the group today.

But trying to raise yourself so quickly had been a mistake and you suddenly felt overly woozy, your vision blurring and you were immediately back on one knee.

And of course, it hadn’t gone unnoticed: Astarion had been in front of you and had seemingly been alarmed by the noise of your fall – twice.

“What is it, Tav, got too distracted looking at my back, hm?”, he taunted and came over to where you were doubled over – leaning on your arms too now because you felt so dizzy all of a sudden that you felt you had need of all of your four limbs on the ground to support you.

When the vampire realised you weren’t getting up and also didn’t respond to his quip in your usual witty manner, he quickly gave the others a shout to let them know not to go too far ahead. Then he came over to you. You were desperately trying to not pass out when you saw the hands of the pale elf through your blurred vision reaching for you.

“You do hear me, yes?”, Astarion whispered to you. You could only nod curtly. His hands hesitantly touched your shoulders.

“Alright, can you get up? There’s a big stone over there where you could sit down.” You shook your head which made you even dizzier.

“Oh hm”, Astarion seemed a little helpless on how to proceed with you. You felt him turn away.

“Don’t tell the others!”, you exclaimed breathlessly. The vampire whipped around: “But… why?” “Just don’t please”, you whispered and carefully looked up at his face. Was that… actual worry?

“Please just… Help me sit on this rock, let me have some water… and rest and we’ll keep going in a few minutes”, you pleaded with him. Astarion didn’t look completely convinced but sighed in defeat after a few of your racing heartbeats.

“Alright – could you please not die for a moment while I go and talk to the others?”, he said in a sassy tone that couldn’t completely gloss over the worry in his voice.

You let your head fall down again and simply nodded. Astarion went off towards the rest of your companions.

Ever so slowly you felt a little bit better. Cautiously you knelt back onto your feet – at least not on all fours anymore! Shortly after you tried to carefully get up and move over to the rock Astarion had mentioned.

That was when the vampire returned. “Oh no no, you stay right where you are, you poor helpless creature that would have perished already had it not been for me.” He ran the last few feet over and grabbed one of your arms to slowly put it around his neck and help you get up and walk over to sit on the boulder. You wanted to say something witty at his taunt, but your mind was too blank.

“Also, we are actually taking a break – all of us, so don’t even try to keep on walking”, he scolded you as he placed you down.

“What did you tell the others?”, you asked simply as you placed your forearms on your thighs and just sat leaning forward like that for a little. “Tss, does it matter now? Something like I broke a nail of mine and needed a moment to mourn it or whatever”, Astarion replied annoyedly.

“Can’t believe they actually stopped for that”, you said slowly and chuckled with your head between your knees and threw up a look at your vampiric companion. “Yeah well, seems they care a lot about my wellbeing. And I take it they would about yours, too”, he gave back – again very sassily. You just chuckled but didn’t reply. You saw that he relaxed a little.

“Ah here. You should probably drink and eat a little”, the vampire said after a while of the two of you just sitting there. He offered you a water bottle and some berries from a pouch – both of which weren’t his for obvious reasons.

You narrowed your eyes at him: “Where did you get those?” “By the Gods, you are so reluctant to help, I should’ve left you in the dirt.” Astarion rolled his eyes at you. “The druid gave it to me – you’re not as inconspicuous as you might believe, oh mighty leader of our adventure troupe.” You had a desire to punch this cheeky elf but you knew you were in no condition to act on something like this, so you sighed and first took the water and then started to munch on some berries from the offered pouch.

Silence spread once more between the two of you. Before Astarion broke it again: “Listen, Tav, darling, I know this must be because you’re letting me drink your blood so often.” You immediately wanted to start protesting but the vampire hushed you, brows furrowed.

“No, for once, you’ll let me do the talking. Don’t think I’m blind – your form has been declining for quite some time now. We can’t go on like this. I mean, Halsin has also noticed already.” You stayed silent and kept popping berries in your mouth and silently thanked the druid for his kind gesture – even if you didn’t want the others to know of this weakness. You slowly started to feel better.

“As much as I enjoy our little late night… sessions. We should probably take a break – at least concerning these particular ones. And maybe later, keep longer breaks in between if you insist to keep throwing yourself at me to drink your blood”, Astarion continued and sighed theatrically.

He tried so hard to be sarcastic about the whole thing, but you noticed that he was actually worried, judging by the guilty glint in his red eyes. And maybe it was that the blood loss was affecting your brain too much but you stared at him and just dryly said: “You know, you could just admit that you care about me, Astarion.”

The vampire huffed in surprise, then he sneered with a click of his tongue: “Bah, of course I do, you seem to be the only one to get this group of clowns to work together after all. It’s not like I care for you much as a person. As a blood bag maybe, but other than that…”

You pursed your lips and let him ramble, digging his own verbal grave by trying to talk himself out of it.

You didn’t even reply afterwards, just let him steep in the own awkwardness he created.

You kept looking at him – even offered him a berry, he scrunched his nose at – then shrugged and ate it yourself.

You slowly opened your water bottle…

“Okay, maybe a little. Tiny bit. Because you’re the only one in the group who seems to have a real sense of humour – at least when you’re not lying in the dirt being a dried out husk”, Astarion exclaimed.

You grinned at him wolfishly and shook the last of the berries from the small bag into your mouth ignoring his insult. “Now, wasn’t even that hard, was it? I really like you to, Astarion”, you said and then slowly stood up – careful not to immediately make a fool of yourself again.

“I liked you better when you were staring at the dirt up close”, the vampire replied and jumped up while crossing his arms over his chest, then sauntered away.

“Sure, if that’s what you need to tell yourself”, you kept teasing and slowly went after the brooding vampire.

You met up with the rest of the camp then went on your way for the rest of the day. The others were already so used to the two of you missing from the camp at the same time (mostly during nighttime, of course) that they didn’t even look up when the two of you came back.

Later when you all had settled down for the night you saw that Astarion went over to Halsin and talked to him softly. They both threw you looks in between which made you uncomfortable because you certainly could imagine what the topic was. Before Astarion had also made sure you’d gotten the first serving of tonight’s dinner (and also seconds).

Even later when the others were already at rest the vampire confessed, he’d been asking the druid about how he could go about drinking your blood without putting too much of a strain on you. Again, you noticed that he seemed not only concerned about his blood rations when he explained that to you.

The next days you also noticed that Astarion had started carrying some water and the bag from Halsin containing the berries.

And you thought to yourself that – for a blood bag – Astarion seemed to put an awful lot of thought and action into making sure you were okay.

[alittlesongbirdchirps]

Imagine a Steven universe AU.

Bruce Wayne is a diamond, a black diamond who acts all brucie in front of everyone but as soon as it hits night time out comes the Batman. He makes himself look like obesiden to hide he’s a diamond.

And all the other diamonds, which would include Green diamond Lex luthor. Because green diamonds are rare like kryptonite, Ra Al ghoul red diamond. Oliver Queen who I nearly made a green diamond but went with yellow, who also shapeshifts into honey calcite.

And of course when he adopts all the future robins similar to canon the only difference is they don’t know Bruce is a diamond.

Dick is a turquoise

Jason is a blood stones

Tim is a peacock green pearl (Always end up serving a diamond whether he intended to or not.)

Steph is a yellow agate

Cass is a Onyx Crystal

Duke is a Fluorite cause it glows

Damien is a brown diamond.

Alfred is a Zicron since it’s considered the oldest crystal lol.

The joker is an opal it is considered a bad omen.

Clark Kent is a lapis lazuli.

Roy is a ruby.

Joker is cracked by Bruce because he was still new at being a vigilante as well as holding back, and instead of joker falling into a pit of chemicals and becoming insane he gets cracked.

Jason is shattered slowly by the joker, and when he’s finally revived, by Talia using her diamond powers he’s not whole, he will never be whole because joker made sure to shatter him and spread different chunks of him, So gold is used to replace missing chunks.

After Jason’s death. Bruce doesn’t hold back as much, nearly shattering many criminals. And when Tim comes around Bruce acts more like a diamond.

So we have that angst of Tim being treated like a servant in a sense to diamond.

At some point durning the red hood arc Bruce nearly shatters jason when he tries to save the joker, since the shattering device Jason uses triggers a traumatic response to him. (Instead of the batarang.)

That’s also when Jason learns Bruce is a diamond.

Very late night Drabble fuck of grammar police

[yoyomomiko]

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CHARACTERS I'LL WRITE FOR:

★RAMSHACKLE

Stone

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★DEMON SLAYER

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★ONE PIECE

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Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Nami

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Portgas D. Ace

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- female reader

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- headcanons, scenarios, drabbles etc++

- gore (not too extreme!!)

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- no SA — even if it happened in one of the character's or reader's backstory (i'm not comfortable sorry!!)

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- heavy smut

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If I don't want to write the request/I'm not comfortable, I will simply ignore it!!

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[minijenn]

Speaking of those random UFF ideas I was coming up with last night, here area few chapter ideas I had in mind:

-Crushed: a rather bolsterous new gem arrives at Little Homeworld and falls for Stan and Ford (not realizing they're different people) almost immediately, and she refuses to take no for an answer. Hijinks ensue.

-Fashion Maven: Sphene (one of the Gems involved in the HBO) comes to Little Homeworld, wanting a new start by making her mark on the gem fashion scene. She quickly finds a surprising source of inspiration when she meets Maven, who inspires her to be a bit more... unique with her style than Homeworld ever let her be before. Hijinks ensue.

Sunshine Gem: Amber moves to Little Homeworld full time and meets other healed Ambers for the first time but struggles to fit in with them. So Dipper and Steven try to help bridge the gap between them (though they don't exactly see eye to eye on how).

-Stepping Stone: This one's a little more complicated. So Stonemason (who rememember, will be his own person seperate from Dipper at this point), sees Steven and Dipper form Stepper and is just a lil jealous because he remembers fusing with Steven and lowkey misses it and also kinda lowkey misses sharing the same headspace with Dipper. So Stepper brings him into the fusion. Angst ensues.

-Night Shift: Slow corruption Steven angst, would probably involve this drabble I wrote forever ago bc this scene will not leave my head for UFF

-Pines Productions: I think I mentioned before about how in UFF Dipper would be starting up a docuseries about all of the oddities of Gravity Falls, this chapter would be about him getting it off the ground with help from the other MK (well, help and hinderance lol)

-The Stan with a Plan: Stan notices Steven is Going Through It, so he tries to help him out his own unique way (which involves letting it all out through some... less than legal activities, (basically they go on a Revenge Trip but don't take Amethyst (don't worry, she'd show up to bail them out in the end when they inevitably get in trouble)

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i write fanfiction and poetry (i take requests feel free to hmu), i do local theater, i make pride icons (also requests hmu) i drabble in the occasional doodle, and i like baking and watching youtube and scrolling through tumblr and walking through the forest and my neighborhood and making bracelets and spending money and laying on the floor and singing and dancing and being silly and reading medical textbooks and cool novels and hanging with my irls and idk, yeah! life! carpe diem!

*also i’m trying to get into reality shifting! (im not a freak i swear)

⭐️my fav music artists (a little all over the place:3) jack stauber, will wood, lemon demon, tally hall/miracle musical, dazey and the scouts, mommy long legs, the oozes, bear ghost, mitski, chappell roan, weezer, the smashing pumpkins, my chemical romance, laufey, liana flores, faye webster, MARINA, pearl & the oysters, queen, no doubt, slipknot, korn, mindless self indulgence, hole, some olivia rodrigo, charli xcx, some vocaloids,

i love pretty much all kinds of jazz, rock, and showtunes (except ballads. i dislike ballads)

my music taste can be described as like. neurodivergent weird kid alt rock and hot girl summer pop.

(music recs are very much welcome <33)

*taylor swift enjoyers follow at your own risk (i hate on her occasionally. i really dislike her music and she’s also not that great of a person)

random facts about me :3

⭐️i’m left-handed (bully me for it ik im a freak)

⭐️unfortunately a theater kid :/

⭐️tall for this website

⭐️the most insufferable and annoying person ever

⭐️DOESNT BITE!! (i swear)

⭐️ i’m genetically pitch perfect but i’m awful with rhythm

⭐️favorite planet is ur mom (i ❤️ venus)

⭐️honors roll baby 🔥🔥

⭐️im most likely neurodiverse?? undiagnosed but speculated

⭐️perpetually alone only child 😔 please talk to me i love chatting with people, asks and replies preferred, dms okay <33

⭐️favorite color green. all of the shades.

⭐️i haven’t cried properly in like a year and i am not breaking my mewing streak

⭐️minorly touch/attention starved :3

⭐️single & ready to mingle!! (please don’t fucking talk to me like that im aroace and a minor )

⭐️REBLOGGING MACHINE 💪💪

⭐️i’ve never seen an episode of spongebob but saw the musical

⭐️#1 BEST XBOX SIMMER 🔥🔥

⭐️im nicer than i seem (i’m also a very negative person in general but i keep my thoughts to myself!)

⭐️i have a massive sweet tooth :3

⭐️(new) tags guide!⭐️

*note this is a new system i’m trying out, some older posts do not apply

#asclexeposting - all original content

#camyyaps - unhinged text posts/late night eepy time posts/yapping in the tags

#cam touches grass - the rare times i go outside and touch grass and do stuff

#ask the fellows - relating to my ask blog (go follow it go do it its @ask-the-ducklings go ask stuff)

#me ask :3 - reblog of something i asked another blog

#mootie :3 - if we’re mutuals and you send me an ask i tag it with this :3

*you also get your own individual tag for asks, for example @pingunaa is ping :3 and @rubeslovesthesmiths is rubes :3, etc

#cammy’s 4 later tag :3 - stuff for later!!

#cam plays the sims :3 - my simming tag

old man doctor yaoi prompt list :3

my house md oc :3

⭐️side blogs!⭐️

@ask-the-ducklings - ask/roleplay blog 4 the house md duckligns

1/2 of @meanwhile-on-the-road, the other half is pookie @sillyhyperfixator

@house-md-referrer - house md references

@theindierockcafe - writing blog

this will be mostly reblogs of my silly mutuals/my fyp, i try to make original content often! I ❤️ REBLOGGING ART YOU SHOULD DO IT TOO!!!! hope we can get along! ask me whatever! i don’t know! be nice and respectful cause i’m a minor!

SPAM MY ASK BOX :3 create lore, send me images, ask for comfort, WHATEVER!!!! im friendly and ill answer your ask eventually.

disclaimer; i live in the us and a snowflake so im occasionally political, nothing too extreme im just scared 👍 i also don’t spoiler tag!! sorry!

if you want me to share your fundraiser; give me some time to verify you!!!! i promise im not ignoring you!!

blinkies made in the blinkie cafe :3

[roseboysstuff]

All the stuff you need to know :

My name is Teddy. I’m 22 with he/they pronouns. I’ll only write x male and x ftm reader. Fem-aligned can interact but don’t comment or ask for x female content. I write smut for ftm readers, which will include the words 'pussy' and 'cunt' for genitals. Fight me I don't care. Requests are open! Just send me an ask! Dark content like yandere or incest may be ahead. I got inspired by a mutual of mine who’s account got terminated to write my own drabbles.

Feel free to express your horny thoughts in my ask box, I'm always itching for new ideas, and I like being horny about fictional men

My masterlist

I am @ftm-fox-prince this is just where I write fanfic drabbles

My character list is below, may add or delete based on my preferences

Pokemon

- Arven, steven stone, guzma

Voltron

- Keith, Shiro, James, Lance, Lotor

Greek mythology, actual mythology not the hades game

- Hades, Achilles, Patroclus, Hermes, Apollo

FNAF movie

-Mike Schmidt, William Afton

COD

-Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Random

- Leon kennedy, Anakin Skywalker, Fire lord Zuko -Also, if you have an idea for an OC that you want me to right, then ask away! I love writing for general character archetypes

I write :

- male/ftm reader

- incest

- quite a few kinks just ask

Both sfw and nsfw

[stuckinthewrongworld]

Steel in Her Veins

Just a little drabble about how Oria earned her title as the minor league Steel-type Gym Leader of the Galar region, her trial match, and her formal induction into the Galar League.   

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Becoming a Gym Leader was never in the plans for Oria.

Back in Kalos, she was a soft-spoken Trainer who wasn’t even supposed to be a trainer.  She’d never hear the end of it if her parents found out.  She had to keep her Pokemon a secret, otherwise they could be in danger and Oria would not know what to do with herself if her partners were hurt because of her.  Her Pokemon were originally confused, not understanding why they couldn’t always be with her, but one time Lucario got too close to the house and picked up on the aura inside, he understood immediately.  He was then able to share the feeling with Aegislash and Klefki, who immediately saddened at the thought of their beloved trainer dealing with what she did on a daily basis.

Her team consisted of just Lucario, Aegislash, and Klefki at the time.  Oria just found something about their quent endurance and hidden resilience that spoke to her. Almost like she saw herself in them, enduring her family’s actions and words towards her until she was old enough to leave.  Her Pokemon were strong and held together under pressure.  

When Oria got up the courage to enter the Kalos Gym Challenge, she did it quietly and in secret around her 16th birthday.  Her team of three carried her through the eight gyms when she would manage a spare moment to sneak away.  This made her Gym Challenge take longer than most, but once the Gym heads learned about her circumstances, they allowed her to continue at her own pace.  Oria never changed her team or added partners, but she kept winning.

Her matches were unorthodox.  She didn’t overwhelm opponents– she wore them down.  By the time Oria reached the Elite Four, people had heard about the Steel-type trainer with only three Pokemon and a buzz had grown.  Her parents suspected Oria was up to something, but when they never saw a single Pokemon around, they stopped their verbal lashings.  

Oria finally reached the Elite Four after she turned 19. Oria didn’t win the Kalos League, which, honestly, she was okay with.  She wasn’t sure what she would do if her parents found out about her being a trainer like that.  They would probably eat up the spotlight, claiming they pushed her to be the great trainer she was today (eye rolls).  

After Oria’s defeat, she was downtrodden, but she never gave up.  She continued to train her team in secret while holding out hope she could find a job that paid enough for her to move out and escape her hellish homelife.  

Surprisingly, her parents allowed her to go on a trip to the Hoenn Region without them about a year later.  Oria thought the only reason they did was because she had family there and they would tell her parents her every move.  Luckily, these relatives were close friends with Steven Stone and he invited her out on an exploratory dig.  Her relatives weren’t interested, but they trusted Steven.  As they worked, Steven learned about Oria’s Steel-types and found her to be extremely helpful at the site.  Even her strict parents couldn’t say “no” when a Champion contacted them and said that he would love to have Oria stay at the site and help him research.  Oria could never thank Steven enough for that brief moment of escape.  It was all she needed.

Three years of training and learning with Steven, he had granted her one of his Aggron’s eggs, which she raised into her own steel tank.  Aron was a welcomed addition to her little team and her Pokemon took to her immediately.

One day when the air mail was being delivered, Oria surprisingly received a letter for the first time in what seemed to be forever.  

“We’ve been watching you.  Your affinity for Steel-types, your integrity, your quiet precision– Galar could use a Leader like you,” the letter read, stamped with the Galar League seal.

Wikstrom already covered the Steel-typing in Kalos, so she knew she wouldn’t have a Gym Leader or Elite Four position in her home region.  Steven was obviously covering the Steel-type here in Hoenn.  But Galar’s minor league— often overlooked— had a vacancy.  Chairman Rose had long encouraged diversity in Gym Leaders, even those who didn’t crave the spotlight.

So she moved.

Oria profusely thanked Steven for everything he had done for her and taught her during her time with him.  Steven simply smiled and told her that if she ever needed a place to go, he would welcome her back with open arms.  

Oria relocated to a tiny village just outside of Motostoke called Ironroot.  There was a vacant factory that used to be in working order, but it had long been abandoned.  Vines covered the outer walls and some even snuck into the main building. Most of the machinery had been removed, which left a large open area that could be used as a battlefield.  Oria fell in love with it immediately and dedicated her time to fixing the place up to become her own Gym.  She closed out a space at the back of the Gym to be her living area and made a small work station so she could craft her own “badge.”  She knew that Galar didn’t have traditional badges, but she wanted to be able to hand something over to trainers who passed her challenge so they could leave with something tangible, thus creating the “Alloy Badge.”  

Oria also added Corviknight and Copperajah to her team, to have some Galar representation since this was going to be her home now.  Even though her Gym did not have a Power Spot, Oria wanted one of her Pokemon to be able to Gigantamax like a lot of her colleges could.  So she took the trek to The Isle of Armor and trained her way to be able to have Corviknight enjoy some Max Soup.  

Though her gym isn’t broadcast with fanfare or stadium roars, challengers who seek her out learn quickly that Oria does not need fireworks.  She battles like forged iron— slow, steady, and impossible to shake.  In the locker rooms afterwards, win or lose, she always offers a handshake and a quiet word of encouragement.

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The Actual Meeting

The crisp air of Wyndon bit at Oria’s cheeks as she stepped off the Flying Taxi.  She thought she’d never get used to how much colder Galar was overall, especially after spending several years in the muggy climate of Hoenn.  The towering spire loomed above her.  Lucario walked at her side, calm but alert, acting as her shadow in the unfamiliar place.

Oria had expected a small office tucked away, but instead she was guided to a wide meeting room at the top of the tower, windows flanking either side.  It made Oria queasy with nerves. Three League officials waited for her: an older woman in a pressed gray suit, a younger man with thick glasses, adn Oleana, Vice President of Macro Cosmos.  

Oria swallowed.  She didn’t like attention.  She liked being underestimated even less.

“Miss Oria from Kalos,” the older woman said, rising with a nod, “We’ve been reviewing your battle records. Kalos League top contender. Singular typing.  Training with Hoenn Champion Steven Stone.  No Dynamax assistance.  Very unconventional.”  

“I didn’t plan on standing out,” Oria muttered, hands clasped in her lap, “I just… didn’t want to bend to what everyone else was doing.” 

Oleana tilted her head, “You’re aware Galar doesn’t have a formal Steel-type Gym Leader.  The Chairman has been pushing for someone to fill that role– even in the Minor League.”

Oria looked at the people in front of her, “Why me?”

The man with the glasses scrolled through his tablet, “You don’t just use Steel-types.  You understand them.  Your Aegislash– flawless stanced transitions.  Your Klefki uses entry hazards and dual screens to shape the field.  You’ve won against top-tier elemental sweepers without needing a type advantage.  That’s rare.”

Oria shifted in her chair.  Compliments always made her uncomfortable.

“We don’t need flash,” Oleana stated, “We need consistency.  Trainers who won’t buckle under pressure.  Those who can teach others that strength can be quiet and enduring.  That’s what your team shows.”  

There was a pause. Oria took a breath, “I’m not going to be like the other Gym Leaders, “I’m not good at press interviews.  I don’t have a gimmick or a fanbase. I just… battle.”  

“That’s exactly why we want you,” the older woman replied with a small smile.

Silence setted, but it seemed softer this time.

Oleana slid a dossier across the table, “An abandoned factory just outside of Motostoke is available.  A small gym space.  You’d be operating under the Minor League umbrella.  Full League authority.  Limited public expectations.”

Oria opened the file and stared at the simple layout.  Modest.  Unassuming.  Perfect.

She looked at Lucario, who had been standing behind her.  He met her eyes.

“I accept.”  

Later That Night

Oria flopped down on the bed of the inn she was temporarily staying at until the Gym Leader talks were finalized.  Lucario mimicked her motion, careful not to bump her.

“We really did it, huh?”

Lucario closed his eyes and nodded.  

Oria smiled faintly,” Guess we’re finally where we belong.” 

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The Trial Match

Oria stood alone at the center of her battlefield, fingers laced behind her back.  A League official had explained that today’s battle would be observed by all the Major League Gym Leaders… and Leon.

A formality they called it.

A test, Oria had thought.

In the viewing platform, Galar’s finest waited.  Raihan lounged, one leg crossed over the other.  Nessa leaned forward slightly, arms resting on the glass.  Kabu stood ridgid, hands behind his back.  Bea sat still and focused, expression unreadable.  Allister lingered near the shadows adjusting his mask.  Melony and Gordie stood as far apart from each other as they could, but Melony smiled kindly and Gordie looked like he was discerning the situation.  Piers lounged in a chair off to the side, eyes half-lidded.  Leon stood in the center, arms folded.

Oria knew that this wasn’t just a review.  They wanted to see if she could stand with them.  If her quiet, understated style could carry the weight of a Galar Gym. 

To make it more interesting, the League brought in a bright trainer that already had three badges to his name.  His team was full of type counters as well– Excadrill, Blaziken, Garchomp, Rotom Heat, Hydreigon, and a Gigantamax Centiskortch.  The League apparently developed some sort of “mobile Power Spot” that would allow both battlers to temporarily Dynamax.

They wanted to push her.

She welcomed it.

The moment Oria sent out Klefki, Nessa raised a brow, “Going with that first?”

“Smart,” Kabu replied, eyes locked on the field, “She’s setting the stage.”

Klefki threw up Reflect and Spikes before Excadrill could land a hit.  Then Light Screen.  Klefki landed a soft Draining Kiss, stealing some of Excadrill’s energy for himself.  

Raihan let out a low whistle, “She’s not here to entertain, huh? She’s here to lock you down.”

As Aegislash switched fluidity between forms to take down Rotom-Heat, Bea’s fingers tightened on the arm rest, “She reads rhythm.  She doesn’t overpower.  She waits for you to overextend.”

Allister whispered, “Her Pokemon trust her.”

Even Opal cracked a tiny grin.

Against Hydreigon and Blaziken, Oria rotated in Aggron, bracing through every attack.  

Melony sat back, impressed, “That one didn’t move an inch.  Most Trainers would’ve panicked and switched.”

“She didn’t flinch,” Piers said, now fully watching, “Neither did her Aggron.  That’s what trust looks like.”

Hydreigon fell to Ice Punch.  Blaziken was crushed by Heavy Slam.  

Garchomp was called out next.  Oria gave one glance at Lucario and he stepped forward.  

“Aura Sphere.”

The clash was brutal– Garchomp lashed out with an Earthquake, but Lucario used his Psychic attack to lift himself up away from the ground.  They traded blows, each narrowly standing.  

Lucario closed the distance, firing off a point-blank Flash Cannon, dodging a final Draco Meteor, and finishing the match up. 

The battlefield glowed as both Trainers Gigantamaxed their chosen Pokemon: Corviknight and Centiskortch. The whole arena shook.  Even Raihan sat forward now, serious.  

They watched as Oria commanded Max Airstream to out maneuver, Max Steelspike to boost defenses, and Max Guard that baited out Centiskortch’s final blow.

When the Gigantamax ended, Corviknight landed a direct Drill Peck.  Centiskortch collapsed.  

From the balcony above, Leon’s arms slowly unfolded, “She didn’t just win.  She controlled every second.”  

Silence.

Then a light applause, respectful and earned.  

Oria stood still, her breath even.

Leon stepped down onto the field, meeting her with a nod, “You don’t talk much, but you speak perfectly in battle.”

Oria met his gaze, “Steel doesn’t need to shout.”

Leon smiled, “Welcome to the League, Oria.  You’re exactly what we needed.”  

After the Match

After the battle, Oria gave her challenger her “homemade” Alloy Badge, “I know we don’t do regular badges, but just a token to show that you gave it your all here.” 

The trainer thanked her with a nod, then went on his way.

Kabu approached Oria quietly while she was wiping sweat from her brow, “You remind me of myself when I first came to Galar.”

Oria looked up, surprised, “You were nervous too?”

“More than nervous.  But fire and steel– both are forged under pressure.  You stood firm.  That’s what matters.”

Kaub offered her a firm handshake and his smile held the weight of true respect, “If you ever need help keeping your gym running smoothly, just say the word.  You’re one of us now.”

Nessa found Oria waiting outside, cooling off with her Pokemon.  

“You’re the opposite of me,” she said bluntly, “I walk in and take over a room.  You melt into the walls.”

Oria offered a faint smile, “I don’t really like crowds.”

Nessa smirked, “That’s fine.  You don’t need them.  You let your battles speak.  It’s refreshing.  Galar needs more voices like yours.”  

After a beat, Nessa added more softly, “If you ever want to talk shop, I’m around.  Don’t let the silence isolate you.”

Oria was alone walking through her gym’s corridors when she heard the rhythmic taping of Opal’s cane.

“You’re a strange little thing, dear,” Opal said, eyes twinking, “Not pink.  But not dull.”

Oria blinked, “Thanks… I think?”

Opal let out a loud cackle, “You’ve got spine.  Your Steel-type Pokemon trust you because you don’t push them to be something they’re not.  That’s rare in young people.”

Opal gave Oria a gentle poke with her cane, “Keep being strange.  It suits you.”

Bea didn’t speak at first.  She just stood beside Oria in the empty hallway, arms folded and quiet.  

“Your rhythm is clean.  Balanced.”

Oria nodded, “I… study a lot of recorded battles.  I like structure.”  

Bea tilted her head, “That’s good.  You don’t waste movement.  You’re a steel wall.  I like that.”

It seemed like there was a compliment in Bea’s flat tone.

As she turned to leave, without looking back, “I’d like to spar sometime.  Just to learn.”

“I’d like that, too,” Oria smiled.

Oria found Allister standing near a metal perch she had made for Corviknight.  He startled slightly when she stepped up.

“Sorry,” Oria said gently.

He shook his head, “No… it’s okay.  Your team… they like your silence.  It makes them feel safe.” 

Oria felt warmth spread in her chest, “That means a lot coming from you.”

Allister turned to face her, “When we’re quiet… people think we’re weak. But we’re just… listening deeper.”

He gave a tiny nod, then walked away.  

Piers found Oria towards the back of her gym, sitting cross-legged with Aggron, polishing her armor while the rest of her team rested.

“You really got guts,” he said, hands in his pockets.

Oria looked up, “You’re… not what I expected.”  

He snorted, “I get that a lot.”

Piers crouched beside her, watching as Aggron gently nudged Oria’s arm like an oversized puppy, “You ain’t flashy.  That’s good.  Some of us get eaten alive by the lights.”

Oria raised a brow, “You seem like you can handle the stage just fine.”

Piers smirked, “Only cause I do it my way.  You should too.”

He stood ruffling her hair as he walked off, “Call me if anyone gives you trouble.  League stuff’s easier with allies.”

Melony offered Oria a warm mug of tea in the break room, “You were fantastic, sweetheart! Controlled.  Sharp.  And you didn’t compromise.”

Oria accepted the tea with a grateful nod, “I was so nervous.”

Melony chuckled, “Good. That means you care.”  She reached out and gently took Oria’s free hand, “We’re all so different, but we all carry the same weight.  Don’t let yourself bear it alone.”

Oria’s voice was soft, “Thank you.  I won’t.”

Melony winked, “If you ever want to come up to Circhester and get away from the noise, my home’s open.”

Raihan leaned against the doorframe of Oria’s small office area, arms crossed, phone in hand but eyes on her, “So… You’re the mystery girl who doesn’t do post-match interviews.”

Oria smirked faintly, “I’m not good with cameras.”

He laughed, “You just dropped six powerhouses in front of the most powerful trainers in the region and didn’t break a sweat.  That’s more than enough.”

Raihan stepped closer, lowering his voice, “I underestimated you.  But I won’t make that mistake again.”

Lucario shifted slightly behind Oria, protective.

Raihan gave a grin, “Chill, furball.  I’m just saying— Steel and Dragon? Could make a fun exhibition match.”

Oria tilted her head, “You sure you want to fight someone with no flair?”

Raihan winked, “Flair’s overrated.  I’m starting to like quiet strength.”  

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Induction Day

A constant buzz of cameras and reporters circled the League building in Wyndon.  Oria tugged her coat tighter around herself, standing slighting to the side.  A League staff member clipped a mic to her collar– she grimaced slightly, but didn’t protest.  This was a part of it now.

“Just smile when you get called,” the staff said gently, “And don’t worry– we know you don’t do speeches.”

She gave a thankful nod.

From the stage, she could hear the booming voice of the League host echoing through the walls, “Let’s welcome our new additions to the Minor League roster! Each one representing a unique style, spirit, and type specialty!”

First up was Avery, the Psychic-type specialist from the Isle of Armor, striding onto the stage in full regal attire, dramatic smirk in place. He gave a bow and blew a kiss to the cameras.

Then came Klara, the Poison-type trainer, strutting in with bright pink energy, radiating confidence.  She posed with a hand on her hip and tossed a wink towards the audience.

The crowd cheered for both of them.  Then, Oria’s name was called.

The was a moment of hesitation as the announcer’s tone softened, “And lastly, representing the heart of Steel, please welcome Gym Leader Oria!”

She walked out quietly, shoulders squared. No pose.  No dramatic pause.  Just steady steps.  The stage lights hit her.  Cameras flashed.  The crowd was quiet, curious.  Oria wished that Lucario could be out with her.  

Oria gave a small wave and the applause grew– not explosive, but genuine.  

Leon stood off to the side in his Champion attire, arms folded and smiling.  When Oria reached him, he extended his hand, “Welcome to the League, Gym Leader Oria.”

Oria shook it, “Thank you… for the chance.”

“You earned it.”

As Oria posed for photos with Avery and Klara, the contrast was striking.  Avery and Klara flanked either side with big expressions and exaggerated stances.  Oria stood centered, calm and composed.  

Avery leaned towards her between takes, whispering with a teasing air, “You may be quiet, dear, but mysterious is very in right now.”

Oria raised a brow, “I’m just… here to do my job.”  

“And how refreshing that is,” he mused, straightening his glasses.

Klara scoffed, flipping her hair, “Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just ‘cause you don’t scream your type like I do.”

Oria gave her a faint smile, “I don’t expect you to.”

Leon watched them all with a rare, content look.  Different personalities.  Different strengths.  And Galar was all the better for it.  

[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.

[disastrouslyyours]

Trick or Treat!!

I want to hold a little bit of a festive event on my blog! For the month of October, if you drop a trick or treat in my inbox along with up to three characters and two additional words, I’ll respond with a true drabble*!

I’ll include a list of personal interests for reference below, along with more detailed rules, but I am also open to characters or franchises I’m not as familiar with!

*100 words exactly, give or take a few if needed.

Rules

You can request ships, but absolutely no incest.

You’re encouraged to keep the requests spooky-season themed in nature, but not obligated!

Please know I can refuse a request for any reason.

Format your requests like this:

“Trick or Treat! Ingo + Emmet, scary movie”

Fandoms/Characters

Again, you can request characters not listed! I just compiled a reference of ones I love personally, and may edit if I think of more I forgot.

Pokémon

Ingo (obvi) (PLA Warden or normal Subway Boss, please specify!)

Emmet (obvi part 2) (PLA era included! Again please specify)

Elesa

Archie

Maxie

Steven Stone

Wallace

Undertale/Deltarune

Spamton (Big Shot included, just specify)

Swatch

Addisons

Queen

Rouxls Kaard

Gaster

Mettaton

Sans

Papyrus

Undyne

Alphys

Muffet

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[more-pokeimagines]

Songfic for the song “Rewrite the stars” from “The Greatest Showman” for either Steven stone or Red eyes? Maybe something where Reader doesn’t think their not good enough for the other or knows that someone with a reputation like theirs cant be with the other? Reader is zenday’s part and the Guy is Zac Efron’s part.

As I told you before, I fell in love with this song, so thank you for this request! It was a bit tricky to write since the story is quite predefined with songs like that but I tried my best! Let me know what you think.

Rewrite the stars - Steven Stone x reader

You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

I know you want me

So don’t keep saying our hands are tied.

Steven Stone wasn’t a man who believed in destiny – even afterhe met you. After being alone most of his life it seemed like a revelation to find someone like you. To him, you were all he could wish for, being caring and kind and one ofthe most beautiful souls he had ever came upon. Right from the start he knew that he wanted you to stay with him, alwaysand forever, but love wasn’t as easy as he had dreamt it would be. When he tried to talk to you about your future, you would always refuse and change the topic as quick as you could – as if you were afraid of being with him. Steven didn’t understand why you were acting like this, why you weren’t able to accept his love, and it kept him awake night after night. This night, it wasn’t different. In the darkness he lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling while he tried to convince himself not to worry too much about your strange relationship. Somehow, he knew that you had feelings for him too, but that made everything even more complicated. Why were you pushing him away? What had happened in your past that you preferred being alone over having someone who loved you in your life?

With a sigh he rolled around, facing the empty bedside next to him. As always, you had left long before it got dark, making up a flimsy excuse why you couldn’t stay, and he felt like an idiot when you rushed out of the house without giving him the chance to say goodbye.

What kind of relationship was that? You heldyourself at a distance, never letting him close enough to understand why you did it. You never wanted to be in public together with him. Sometimes, he suspected that you didn’t want to be with him at all and tried to scare him away by behaving like that. And as much as he wished you would stop it, he was afraid of losing you.

You claim it’s not in the cards

But fate is pulling you miles away

and out of reach from me

But you’re here in my heart

So who can stop me if I decide

That you’re my destiny?

One day, you finally told him what bothered you. You were afraid of damaging his reputation as a famous scientist and geologist becauseyou were just an ordinary person with a not so pretty past. While you told him everything, he stared at you with wide eyes, trying to understand what you were saying, trying to understand why you thought you weren’t good enough for him. Your eyes were full of tears when you finally stopped talking but Steven couldn’t bring himself to reach out for you. He was too afraid to make everything worse, so he just sat there and looked at you as minute after minute passed. The two of you remained silent while you were dwelling on your own thoughts.

“I don’t understand,” Steven said eventually. “Why do you think you can decide who is good enough for me? It’s something I decide, not you, and I think I made it pretty clear that I want you in my life.”

“Didn’t you listen to me?” you asked with an angry tone though you wanted to sound calm and composed. You didn’t want him to notice how much the situation stirred you up. “I can’t be with you.”

“Why not? I don’t care where you come from, what you did in the past or who your parents are. I care about you. Stop pushing me away.”

You think it’s easy

You think I don’t want to run to you

But there are mountains

And there are doors that we can’t walk through.

I know you’re wondering why

Because we’re able to be

Just you and me

Within these walls

But when we go outside

You’re gonna wake up and see that it was hopeless after all.

“Look,” you said, trying to stop your voice from shaking. “It’s not like I don’t want to be with you. But I can’t, okay? I’d rather leave you now than waiting for you to dump be because someday you’ll realize I’m not what you want. What you need.”

Steven rolled his eyes and leaned forward to grab your shoulders. “How do you know? You never let me close enough to prove my feelings to you, so tell me, how do you know that I’m going to leave you anytimesoon? That’s bullshit, (Y/N), and you know that.”

“And what if fate doesn’t want us to be together?”

He rolled his eyes once more. “You know I don’t believe in things like that. Fate… tss. We write our own stories! Nothing in this world is predestined.”

“No one can rewrite the stars,” you disagreed as you tore away from him. He didn’t understand anything. It wasn’t as easy as hebelieved; life wasn’t like this. There were always complications, obstacles you couldn’t overcome, mountains you couldn’t climb. And in this case, it was inevitable that being with you would be the end of his career. No one wanted to see someone like him with someone like you; no, they wanted a perfect couple with a perfect past and a perfect life, and you weren’t able to offer one or another because you weren’tperfect. You weren’t born to live in a world like Steven’s, not with a past like yours. Your mother had left you on the steps of an orphanage when you were only a few weeks old and you never came to know your father. You were alone, always trying to fit in, doing occasional jobs to keep your head above water. It wasn’t what you wanted your life to be, and when you met Steven you felt like everything could change for the better now. But that was before you knew who he was. Before you knew how famous he was. And then you understood that you couldn’t stay with him.

No one can rewrite the stars

How can you say you’ll be mine

Everything keeps us apart

And I'm not the one you were meant to find

It’s not up to you

It’s not up to me

When everyone tells us what we can be

How can we rewrite the stars?

Say that the world can be ours

Tonight.

“I’m not good enough for you,” you repeated slowly. It hurt you to push him away again but what else could you do? He didn’t need someone like you. There was nothing you could give him, and someday, he would notice it, too. “And I’m not the one you were meant to find. Steven, you need someone who can keep up with you, and I can’t. I’m not made to live in a world like yours.”

“Excuse me but I think I can judge that a little bit better than you,” Steven interrupted you and furrowed his brows. “And believe me when I say that there are people who come from a rich home and are not half as interesting as you. They are boring, and I hate it. But you… you’re so much more than you know, so please stop selling yourself short, (Y/N).”

“But I-”

Steven cut you short again: “No, I don’t want to hear it again! I know that you think you aren’t good enough for me but that isn’t true, and I’m tired of telling you again and again when you don’t believe me after all. Why can’t you just accept that I love you? That I want you to be with me.”

“Because it feels impossible that someone like you could love someone like me,” you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes again. No one had ever loved you. Not your mother, not your father, not the foster family you grew up in. They all thought of you as a burden, as a person not worthy of their love. And bit by bit, you started to believe it yourself.

“I told you many, many times that I don’t care about what happened in your past,” Steven replied quietly as he took your hands in his. You bit your bottom lip. “But I care. Because it has made me who I am today.”

“Yes, and you are fine,(Y/N). You are a wonderful person and you deserve love, you deserve me, no matter what you try to tell yourself,” his voice was soft. "So, please, let me be by your side.”

How do we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine?

Nothing can keep us apart

Cause you are the one I was meant to find

it’s up to you

And it’s up to me

No one can say what we get to be

Why don’t we rewrite the stars?

Changing the world to be ours.

As the tears started to stream down your face, Steven threw all of his cautions to the winds. With one smooth movement, he leaned forward, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest, burying his face in your hair. “I never told you,” he whispered into your ear as he held you. “But when I saw you for the first time, I knew you were meant to be mine.”

“That’s so cheesy,” you said, your voice muffled by the fabric of his dark grey shirt. He laughed. “Almost as cheesy as your ‘We can’t rewrite the stars’ a few minutes ago.”

You sniffled and wiped your eyes. “Do you really think we can be together?”

“Yes,” Steven replied, a glimmer of hope in his eyes and a faint smile onhis lips. “And there is nothing about you that would make me change my mind.”

[meekish-behavior]

The Dead Poets: Band Edition

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(Details under the cut <3)

Neil Perry: Main Vocalist, Frontman

Neil is the dictionary definition of a leader. Neil can play guitar, prefers rhythm with acoustic, and spends most of his time writing lyrics. He enjoys the bus rides when on tour, and when he doesn’t have his nose in his lyric book, he is most often found playing cards with Charlie, Cameron, and Meeks or asleep with Todd in his lap. His fingertips are calloused from diligent practice, but his palms are quite soft.

In terms of his public reputation, Neil is renowned for his outgoing nature and sincerity. He is well known for is dedication to his supporters and bandmates, and his attentiveness during shows. There have been several instances of Neil personally escorting unwell fans out of venues to ensure their wellbeing and safety. He takes water and food provision at venues out of his own salary.

Todd Anderson: Lead Producer

Todd declined the offer to join the band as a keyboardist, along with the offer of the position as manager. Neil, who extended said offers, understood and respected his wishes. However, one opportunity led to another, and Todd took the position of producer. Neil and the rest of the Poets all were enthralled and impressed by Todd’s writing style, and wanted his mark to be left in their music as well.

On tour, Todd is often captured by paparazzi and tour photographers on stage left, beaming as he watches his boyfriend the band perform music he’s worked tirelessly to help create. The fanbase recognizes him by his producer tag and has affectionately deemed him “waterboy” for his quick appearances onstage to deliver more water. Fans who have met Todd praise his creativity and soft-spoken spirit.

Charlie Dalton: Lead Guitarist, Vocals

It went unspoken that Charlie would take the position as lead guitarist. His stage presence is unrivaled, as is his finger skills. He likes to claim he “works magic” onstage, and it’s actually quiet believable by the way he almost puts his audience in a trance he controls with every chord. He named his guitar Nuwanda, and the shoulder strap is fashioned with a crimson bolt of lighting, a suggestion of subtlety from Cameron.

Charlie is definitely the most promiscuous during interviews. There always seems to be a designated question for him, and he always replies quick as a whip with a wink and a wry grin. It causes grimaces, snickers, and the pinch of a nose bridge for the other members. While his recalcitrant reputation remains prominent, Charlie is also well known for his advocacy for countless campaigns for human rights, and donates generously and consistently under a not-so-subtle pseudonym (spoiler: its Nuwanda).

Stephen Meeks: Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals

Meeks’ precision and effortless skill on bass provide a sturdy foundation for nearly every concert. He flits about the stage, bouncing around and eagerly working a dynamic with whoever he plays with in that moment. He’s a wildcard onstage, predictable in the most unpredictable way. More often than not, he’s back-to-back with boyfriend rhythm guitarist Pitts as they lay out the foundations for every song.

Outside of the spotlight, Meeks surrounds himself in studies of whatever piques his interest. He’s the self-labeled bookworm, and most paparazzi pictures taken of the hotel pool are of him with some sort of book or gadget that’s caught his eye. In one interview, he states his fondness for cooking, tabletop roleplaying games, and complex Lego sets.

Gerard Pitts: Rhythm Guitar

Pitts has a quiet presence but not a quiet appearance. He tends to linger towards the rear of the stage, but he still sits under the spotlight and basks in it, sending lopsided smiles to his audience as his fingers pluck complex chords as Neil and Charlie croon. He, hands down, throws out the most guitar picks after concerts. He also has the most legible autograph.

Fans often speak fondly of interactions they’ve had with Pitts. He’s always friendly, rather goofy, and wears a genuine smile in candids that fans catch him in. He helps Neil with lyrics often, and wears simple jewelry. He’s never bought said jewelry for himself; it’s all been gifted to him.

Knox Overstreet: Drums, Backing Vocals

The self-proclaimed “Cupid” has drawn (read: traced) a classical-style cherub onto the front of his bass drum. He redoes it every time he breaks one, which is actually rather often considering the clumsiness of himself and his bandmates. He loves helping Neil and Todd brainstorm lyrics and drum lines to go with them. He also contributes to a lot of engagement in the crowd.

Knox reads the most fan mail. He often makes a point to thank people for writing to him every performance, and dedicates at least one song per performance to his “beloveds.” He takes up the most advertisement offers, and puts any pay he gets right back into the band and its management. (Okay….maybe some of it is spent on nights out on the town.)

Richard Cameron: Keyboard, Management

After a bit of “apprenticeship” from former manager John Keating, Cameron diligently takes the position of manager after Keating announces his retirement. While already in the band as keyboardist, he takes on the additional duties of management as a firsthand defense for the well-being of the band. Cameron reviews partnership offers, brand deals, venue bookings, and tour itineraries with efficacy and gratuitous forethought.

Paparazzi have speculated and stirred a pot of rumors around the relationship between bandmates Cameron and Charlie. To the outside, their Tom-and-Jerry relationship may appear belligerent, but band members and anonymous staff members have confirmed that yes, Charlie indeed falls asleep on Cameron’s lap and yes, Cameron hand paints every red lighting bolt on Nuwanda’s shoulder strap.

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“Dead Poets Society first gained their bit of popularity for a cover of Blue Oyster Cults’ (Don’t Fear) The Reaper. Audiences were drawn in by the croon of Perry’s voice and the perfectly tuned chords of Dalton, Pitts, and Perry. Afterwards, when the band’s original songs gained traction on the radio, their popularity skyrocketed. Their first tour was a brilliant success, and their public images astonishing. Manager-slash-keyboardist Richard Cameron details the band’s passionate desire to make music, perform it, and give it to the world for them to enjoy, and producer Todd Anderson adds that ‘. . .[they’re] headed for the top. . . [You’ve] got them started, and now we’re going to keep going.’” --Rolling Stones Magazine, 19XX

[yanban-san]

I love your writings, some of your drabbles are really cute! I just have a little question; you tagged the butler headcanons with "House in Albedo" what does that mean? Is it a fic? If it I wanna read it lol

Thanks for the kind words anon!

"House in Albedo" is a reference to a one of a set of collections of vague WIPs and drabbles about Butler!Submas; "House in Albedo" is specifically them being good and sweet butlers who adore their lady quietly and politely while serving her. The "House" fics also have some world building specifics related to them that are consistent through all of them sort of, though I have not published them anywhere yet. There are four AUs/WIP folders I have associated with the "House" series, though that really makes it sound like there's so much more lol.

Specifics under the header, just for shortening post

Consistent specifics:

Reader-san is the Lady/Master (or a maid) of the Ash House, a noble house in a alternate steampunk Unova that is responsible for most (if not all) of the railways through Unova, which is also why they are so powerful and considered nobility.

In House in Albedo, the butler bros are chivalrous, sweet servants who do their best to serve their lady and try to suppress their scandalous amorous feelings towards her; also involves some mystery shit of the butler bros trying to find out if and who potentially murdered the previous head of the House.

The other is Yandere butlers, also called House in Nigredo; the butler bros are obsessed with their beloved Lady and want nothing more than to take her for themselves and keep the whole of the world at bay and will do anything to achieve their goals. Includes lots of Victorian murder mystery drama angst, blackmailing and scandal. I've watched and read too much Agatha Christie in my lifetime lol

An unnamed short one where Emmet and Ingo are Lords of the Ash House and Reader-san is a cute lil peasant girl/maid that they adore that's it that's the fic it's cute and fluffy and I will probably publish it or something based on the file of drabbles and headcanons sometime

The final one is a vague demon!submas one where Emmet and Ingo are the Lords of the Ash House and rule it and the railways with an iron fist. They are terrifying and people don't trust them or like to be around them almost ever, and there's rumors that they're actually not even human... especially considering how bizarrely perfect they keep everything running in the house, and how strange their servants are. Reader-San in this case... I have a few ideas. Investigator, poor peasant girl sent off to their house to deliver a letter, railroad worker, etc. And like... yea. May include soulmate AU BS, or maybe the scary otherworldly train obsessed dudes just really like trains and also find out they really like Reader-san, who knows??