#don't follow me down my trashy path

[respectthepetty]

hey petty :)

I am majorly off my queer love game right now bc....life ya know

could you do me a solid and tell me what you are watching atm?

bc in your taste I trust!

thank you ♥

I'm glad you are carving a little time for you in the hot mess that is life right now, but . . .

*deep breath*

I'M TRASH!

Even if I like the same shows as these respectable people in BL Land, I like them for trash reasons. For example, The Loyal Pin is doing everything right. Every single thing about it is elite! It is number one because it is so excellent. But I'm watching it because I want to nibble on Songjet's earlobe.

Takara's Treasure? I like that Taishin keeps looking up to Takara with those big eyes. Takara also likes it but my emphasis is on the fact that it's from a lower position, and if you don't understand what I'm implying, that's because you aren't trash like me.

Also, I just really like dick jokes in the Thai remake of Addicted Heroin.

I like the messy women in The Trainee.

I like desire being expressed, subtly, in First Note of Love

And directly in 4 Minutes.

I really like Big in Monster Next Door.

And I fucking love colors, which means I'm seated for whatever YinWar give me in Jack & Joker!

So the reasons you or anyone else might watch and like a show could be complete opposite of me; therefore, I never recommend shows, so even if I tell you what I'm watching, I'm not saying any of them are good or that you should watch them. Much like my favorite Britney Spears' song "Gimme More," I just want more of what makes me happy. And like Slayyyter's gold-standard remix of it, I love when shit is extra for no good ass reason.

Looking at you, MosBank in Sunset x Vibes.

So you gotta pick your own adventure. Do you wanna see if we are being queerbaited in Peaceful Property?

Do you wanna see stepbrothers make out in The On1y One?

Or do you wanna see Ohm be the best babygirl to ever babygirl in Kidnap?

You make that decision for yourself.

But I know the reasons why I'm here.

And they are not to be trusted.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Sombra and Ashe with a male reader who's the textbook definition of thug and smoke demon, bro don't fight with NO WEAPONS, NO CYBERNETICS, bro just fights with straight hands even when up against OR15 units and ends up turning 'em from a shiny useless bucket of bolts (excpet Orisa of course) to just straight up trashy buckets of bolts, not to mention bro's famous catchphrase whenever someone tries to convince him to not throw the hands with someone: "And who gon' stop me?", this man don't care who you are, if you Doomfist you still catchin' the smoke, if you Mauga you catchin' the smoke, if you're Winston in primal rage mode YOU STILL CATCHIN' THE SMOKE, but bro as a thug still got his honor and always keeps his promises as well as never hits an opponent when they're down.

𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕘𝕦𝕪, 𝕙𝕦𝕙?

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I wasn't able to add everything as these are in headcanons form, if you want any specific added please send through another ask for them. :)

Now her first thought in battle when seeing you is to be a distraction, (aware she does that anyways.) so while they focus on her you can take them down with ease.

“My knight in shining armour!” “I’m not in armour?”  “Ay, Cabeza de chorlito, let me have this!”

↑ That's from her purposely putting herself in danger, just so you would have to save her. Willing to ruin the whole mission just to see you put some overwatch agents in their place.

On the intercoms there are very few times it’s used. Sombra makes up 90% of that, it’s just cheering you on. Watching from every angle to inform everyone of what's happening, how you beat the person.

If it’s possible she will beg you (most times she doesn’t even ask.) to let her ride on your back or in your arms. Either around the base or even into battles.

Everyone is aware she could easily just teleport around and snatch the much needed items. But from now on she will have you run through everyone, following the path of knocked out people and omnics, to finally gather the item. (All too see your muscles and strength.)

Will either find someone (willingly or not) to rebuild some omnics built closer to your strength. (Of course it doesn’t stand close to you.) In battle she will hack any opponent, wanting to see you fight as many people as possible. 

You don’t even need to ask for her to do the following: Track down anyone you’d like for any reason, (likely to fight) she doesn’t care if they are an enemy or ally of Talon. If you want someone or something found you’ll have it.

“Come here guapo~”

Her affection rate will double. At any possible chance she will be on you, hanging onto your back, in your arms, sitting in your lap during meetings. Almost nothing is stopping this girl from getting your attention.

Even if it’s not her favourite task she’ll deal with it for you. Any injuries gained from your reckless fighting she will try to help, (Has started buying custom bandages for you.) doting on any visible injuries

In short she is one of the many people that will enable your behaviour and activity, and will not shut you down.

***

Cabeza de chorlito - Knucklehead

guapo - handsome

It’s not often (never) that Ashe will ever risk herself as a distraction. Even if she knows you’ll save her, she can’t help but make a comment. “Need to work on your timing there pumpkin.”

If you allow her to ride on your back into battle, she does this with B.O.B every once in a while, but with you around? Almost all of the damn time.

You can run around but never out of her sight. But if you ever do she’s sending B.O.B after you to either catch and bring you back or to keep you company.

Speaking of, you aren’t going very far alone. If she can’t go you ain’t leaving without B.O.B nearby.

“Don’t you dare go running off now.” “And who gon’ stop me?” “Fine by me then, don’t come back crying when you lose an arm.”

If you do return injured she is the only one to care for you, (B.O.B) is sometimes an exception.

While she does respect omnics, closely the ones she works with. Even she knows that enemies are enemies, so while you’re out and about, bring her some scraps to upgrade her weapons and even B.O.B and other omnic members.

[stickycave]

A Guiding Hand

Summary: Mark has a new scene for you to star in but when you're less than eager to play your role, he takes matters into his own hands.

Pairings: no explicitly romantic pairings, fade to black sex with Captain Magnum

CW: Loss of control over your body, Rape with neither involved giving informed consent

“Now come sit on ol’ Magnum’s lap, and let's see if we can make a new member for the crew,” his tone is trying and failing to be seductive. You smile and bare it, stepping towards him. His hand and hook graze your skin and you can feel it crawl. Without even thinking, you step away.

Time freezes. An outline appears around Magnum, buzzing static holding him in time and space.

Turning away from the scene, you shake your head and hands, “nope, no go, Mark. I can’t do this scene.”

“What do you mean you can’t do it?” With an exasperated sigh, Mark walks into view,  a lens flare affixed to him, moving as he does as if he were being viewed through a camera in another place rather than here and now with your own two eyes. “I worked hard on this script, your job is to follow it.”

“We’ve never done a sex scene before!”

“I’m aware of that, I'm stretching my creative limits.”

“Well can’t you stretch it with other characters? Or yourself?”

“Myself? Why would I do that when I have you?” he throws his head back in a laugh, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, guiding you along with him as he walks, “you’re the dashing darling gem of this world, it’s only natural you are the one to inspire longing and lust in others.They already all adore you.”

He guides you down a path, the images of men, women, and more flickering like holograms along the way, all people in the stories he's written who fell in love with you at first sight. 

You sigh, “but Magnum is the only one who said I was like a child to him. Can't you at least pair me with someone else for this story? It just feels weird with him,” you squirm at the thought, a small shiver of disgust running through you.

Mark tuts, “but that's what makes it intriguing! Anyone can write some sappy love story of the lead ending up with the obvious choice. It takes a genius to write the complicated push and pull, the blurring lines of a mentor figure and their right hand into lust and desperation! And I don't do anything less than genius.”

“More like a trashy paperback novelist,” you cross your arms, unconvinced. 

His hand squeezes your shoulder, “look, you're apprehensive, I understand that. But you'll see the vision once it's over.”

Shaking your head, you step away, his hand trailing from your shoulder down your arm, “no, I'm not doing this scene. Pick a different guy or a different lead for this one,” sliding down your arm as you pull away, his hand reaches your wrist and clamps around it. 

“I wasn't asking,” he tugs you towards himself, a firm arm wrapping around your waist as he holds your wrist up. And suddenly, you're dancing a waltz. “I am the director, remember? You follow my lead,” he spins you both to emphasize his point, “but if you're truly not willing to act in the scene, I'll do it myself.”

His hand releases your wrist, but it stays in the air, no matter how you strain it. 

“Mark? What are you doing now?” Panic tinges your words. He lets go of you, but you continue to dance, holding onto the air, some invisible partner in your arms. He stands to the side, chuckling as you furrow your brow in confusions, pulling and shifting against the force moving your body without any concern of your own will.

“I told you. I’m doing it myself,” he sits, a director's chair manifesting itself behind him as your body waltzes back towards the scene with Magnum. The more you struggle, the tighter the force feels, like strings threaded to the insides of your joints.

“Mark! I'm serious, stop the puppet bullshit now!” 

“The scene needs to happen one way or another, old friend. And you chose ‘or other.’”

The scene starts up again, and as you try to protest, your voice comes out but not your words. 

“Magnum, I don't know. You're the captain, and I'm your right hand, can we really…?”

His hand grasps your hip, hook coming just under your chin and you can see in his eyes he has no idea that it's not really you who's responding to him.

Mark keeps a watchful eye on the unfolding scene. He's never gotten to puppet you before, and the control he has over the scene because of it fuels the perfectionist in him. Maybe he should do this more often.

[dangerouslyclosetothesurface]

Thursday

I'm back! Gotta update the bike blog because I hate when other blogs suddenly drop off and die. Haven't been biking much lately so nothing to report, but trying to get back on the bike now.

Things I did that I haven't posted:

August 2023 biked around Portland, ME and mid-coast Maine

March 2024 biked to Hakone in Saratoga

Adopted the Mamachari, which was found abandoned in front of the apt building. Fixed the rear flat and now it's my work bike. It has no controls for its electric assist, but it has a rear rack and a front basket, so I just use it as a very heavy (unstealable) single-speed bike when I need to transport plants and such things. It is not easy to ride any grade over 3%. On every other terrain it is fine.

Today we are back in Queens doing a casual ride. Strava here. It was very hot today.

First we went on 20th Ave towards our bagel spot, but Nate went too far and passed it and by then we were at ConEd and we were like let's keep going I don't care about bagels right now. Then my chain fell off right as we got into Astoria Park (at 20th). We biked through AP and then of course we had to ride to Socrates Sculpture Park (it was closed at that time), then doubled back to get on the Triboro Bridge entrance (rode behind a stinky schoolbus for part of that), finally got on the bridge, then crossed to Manhattan via Ward's Island Bridge, which was VERY gross and trashy :(. I would once again like to reiterate how I have previously failed to bike this bridge due to steepness, and this is very much a thing of the past. HA HA!!!!!

After that we went downtown via 2nd Ave and I hated it because too many mopeds, ebikes, potholes, they were repaving from E49th to like E42nd ugh, and too many peds not paying attention who had to be yelled at LOL. We went all the way to Katz's because Nate wanted a pastrami (at 8am). Then I got angry about being in that neighborhood (too hectic!) so we biked across Houston and went on the WSH to eat the sandwich.

Sitting and eating pickles and pastrami looking at New Jersey

Little Island aka Diva Cup Park

Then we kept biking up WSH and went past 125th! Which I've rarely done (the few times documented on this blog for sure)! And I stopped to learn about the Little Red Lighthouse. Nate missed it because he was busy climbing the steep part that comes right after that. We both had to dismount at the next steep part immediately following that.

Then we kept biking and saw that pillar thing that I used to have a photo of on this blog until TinyPic shut down:

Then we kept going until the path led us to this place, and we biked along it until it dead-ended. We also tried to go the other way but it was another dead end. We saw a groundhog! It was moseying along next to the path. I tried to take a photo but it ran away.

What seems to be the end of the WSH bike path?

We got off the WSH bike path, went on Dyckman, then Harlem River Drive (where we saw volcano-mulched trees!!!!), then stopped at Holcombe Rucker Park, and wiggled our way over to the Bronx. My chain fell off for the second time while going towards the Madison Ave Bridge.

After that, finally got back onto Randall's Island where I tried to blast up the ramp up to the bridge. Just checked my Strava and I am literally 1 second slower than my PR and I HATE it!!! wtf!!!! So close to beating it. I knew I could've kept accelerating, too. Dammit.

Then stopped at Lidl for snacks before going home. I had a Zoom interview. (It didn't go that well but who cares.)

After that, we went back outside (Strava here) to go to Kickstand Bicycles and buy pedals/get my chain and potentially chainring replaced. Riding down 2nd Ave for the second time today, yuck! Still too many mopeds. My chain fell off 11 blocks away from destination. Ben and Andrea remembered us and also said the chain would be fine if I just tensioned it by pulling the wheel back. I still bought a bunch of shit from them in case I need it in the future and because I like to patronize their shop. So now I have a spare chainring and chain. I'll bring the cog and tools I have in SF next time I'm here and make the upgrade. Oh and I also bought a front brake :( Yes I am here to admit defeat because it's supposed to rain this weekend and I am not trying to die if my skids or footbrake fails in unfamiliar territory.

Then rode back home; stopped at Athens Park, another must-visit fave.

Who knew this was an actual gift from Greece to Mayor Giuliani (I guess anyone who bothered to read the plaque. It's a good gift.)

Also couldn't resist attempting 75th St Pop but I was 2 seconds slower than my PR! Ugh I will try again.

Anyway we logged a bunch of miles today and I am not that tired but it was very hot today (which only sucks if you stop moving) and I am very sticky from being sweaty and accumulating dust.

[strangerthings4theories]

To Billy. From Hopper.

Hey kid.

I've been trying to figure out how to say this. I thought about sitting you down over burgers and just saying it. Or taking you fishing and letting a conversation happen in its own time. But I didn't know if you'd want that, so I settled on a letter. Something you can just read once and throw away.

I remember what it was like to be your age. Back then I didn't want advice from anyone, let alone crusty old men. Now I'm the old man, and I look at you and see myself. Weird feeling.

I was in a lot of pain too, back then. My home life wasn't easy. No matter what I did, I could never satisfy my hard-assed father. After a while I quit trying, until I got drafted into 'Nam. Getting that letter in the mail terrified me. At the same time I thought, Finally, a chance to prove myself.

The chance never came. I spent my days cooking up chemicals and breathing in the fumes. I saw shit that should never happen in a decent world.

When I came home, I tried to put it all behind me. When I realized it had followed me here, that it had changed my body, I tried to deny it. If I just stared in its ugly face and said, "You're not real," it would leave me and my family alone. Stupid now in hindsight.

My denial brought a child into this world. Then it killed her slowly, over ten agonizing months. It was my fault, and the guilt clung to me. Moved with me like a second shadow.

When I look at you, kid, I see that same shadow following you.

I've tried not to call attention to it. Shadows like ours hate being seen. But the other night, when I found you drunk off your ass in the snow, half-frozen to death—it scared me, kid. For a second I thought you'd managed to do what I never did.

I don't know how much you remember. I took you back to the cabin and made you thaw out by the fire. El was gone, so it was just you and me. And the shit you said to me—god, it was like hearing myself. I wanted to tell you everything right then, but you would've forgotten by morning. So I'm telling you now.

Kid. Billy. You're not alone in feeling this way. I've walked the same path. I know how lonely it is. How much you feel like the scum of the earth.

But you're not. You're no more broken or confused than the rest of us. You don't deserve whatever punishments you're imagining for yourself. You don't deserve to freeze to death in the goddamn snow.

There's life after death. I can hardly believe it myself some days, but it's true. Love has a funny way of finding you when you're at your lowest.

Don't do what I did. Don't try to shut it out because you think you're not worthy.

That's bullshit. Love makes you worthy.

I'm always around, kid. We can go fishing if you like. Or you can come play cards with me and we'll listen to Pink Floyd. Hell, you can even put on one of those trashy metal records—sometimes.

Just don't shut me out. You don't have to say a word if you don't want to. I can deal with silence.

Just, please. Leave the door open three inches.

[bemylord]

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

characters: probably all in the aot world.

warnings: au, modern to aot, superpower, action, curse words, might be spoilers, deviation from the canon, my broken sence of humor, open final.

synopsis: you have woke up in the cellar, feeling a terrible headache as you opened eyes, you could barely see faces in front of you - it's all a blur. the next thing you heard is: 'kill her?' and 'no, we need her alive'

butler's remark: i hope you're doing well, today i made @gipumar request but! it's not over yet. i'll, i guess, write four and final [final would be a drabble] parts. i started from the first season and to the last one. [i'm watching last season rn]. reader is a titan! i also watched 1st season and second a couple of months ago, so i may have forgotten smth, but it's my au, and there will be a slight deviation from the canon. + reader and levi having their attitude.

➝ back to the main master list.

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

you couldn't see anything - you've got a headache, tinnitus, you also can't move, as you couldn't feel your body - you wanted to open eyes, but again, every slightest movements causes unbearable pain all over the body. your overhear someone voice, or voices, or it's your imagination is playing with you. you mumbled, not being able to mutter out half a word.

'what's wrong? i've had drink a lot yesterday, jesus christ.'

the five human senses begin to activate, as if after a long time in a disconnected mode. you tossed your head back as you feel your muscles, barely feel the rest of the body as if is a closed location where you need access.

'kill her?'

'no, we need her alive'

as you overhear unknown voices, that aren't belong to your family or friends, you did a step forwards, as handcuffs are holding you from escaping. from under your open eyelids, you could barely see anything: some kind of light on the left side and two men in front of you, standing behind .. jail grate?

'where..'

throat ached as you pronounce the word, close eyes. the clarity is starting to appear as you could feel your fingers and arms being handcuffed. slowly turned head to the right side to see the room you are, noticing some kind of anciety? the walls are made of brick, the floor also, incomprehensible handcuffs. you weren't a criminal, but the general knowledge of what a prison cell looks like you knew from movies and shows.

'where.. am i..'

you heard a slight giggle, turning head to the sound, noticing two man: one is tall and well-built, the blond one. the next one is smaller, he's leaning against the wall, not even peek at you.

'stupid bitch, you better be talking right now. who are you and what you were planning to do, br-'

'levi! we had talked about it, calm down.'

as they quarrel, you've got an opportunity to scrutinize their state: the blond guy is clearly the captain or leader - the way he sits and his way of speaking, significantly different from the other guy.

the short one is obviously mad or annoyed, maybe you ain't good at reading people but he isn't looking at you, shows his irritation by gesture: arms crossed over his chest as he scows and half-mutter under his breath.

'who are you?' you suddenly asked, unawares them. 'why.. where? the fuc-'

'i told you, erwin, that pathetic bitch doesn't.. fine, i'll be quiet'

erwin. levi. who are they? what are you doing here? lots of questions - any answers.

you find yourself being on your knees as your wrists in the handcuffs. you wear ridiculous and funny clothes - a long linen shirt, probably for man, but you could feel you're wearing the only shirt.

your eyes widened at the of thought what they did to you while you were sleeping, moved hands forward as the chance to break the shackles. you failed, feeling pain in your shoulders.

'who are you? what happened? i'll call the police you're perverts!'

'the court wants to kill you, you'd better not move.'

the court? kill? girl, you have troubles. a big-big one.

'please, what happened? did i kill someone? did i.. what? i'll call to my lawyer'

erwin, as you might remember right, sigh, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. the guy next to him giggled, holding himself from offensive phrases.

'you are a titan, girl. yes, you saved us and our town from the titan whilst eren was plugging the hole in the wall.'

'titan? how did i end up here?'

'a bright flash appeared in the sky and then we saw you - in a titan guise.'

you raise one eyebrow, pondering over words the blond said. titan? your knowledge on the theme 'titan' is poor. in the modern world, not many people are interested or being keen on that theme. vampires, werewolves, witches, sorcerers [jjk, lol] - is favorite theme for fantasy movies.

you smiled, to which the boys frowned. you smirked first, before you burst out laughing out loud. titan? did you saved a town? nice prank it was.

'come on, nice prank it was. but i have a headache and also i want to rest 'cause tomorrow i have a math test and my teacher will kill me if i won't be there.'

levi smiles as he heard you.

'do what you've planned, i won't interfere.'

'finally.'

levi opened the door grate with a foot, immediately make a fist of your hair, tossed your head back.

'i don't care you're woman or man, you'll take your punishment. prank? lawyer? you make up new words, you trashy girl.'

the way he looks into your eyes, practically choking you, as you're hard to swallow your saliva either take a deep breath. first, you thought he's the weak one, not having force at all. just being a regular soldier who's following someone's orders.

'listen, you will walk with us and we will show you the wall, maybe you'd remember the action if not - prepare your pretty face'

he took the shackles off you, letting his hands carelessly fall onto your knees as you feel his hands on your wrists with an order: i didn't tell you i give you the recovery time.

the hallway they are leading you is full of soldiers with a weapon in their arms who're following you with their eyes on you, whispering each other.

you turned right and left a few times before finding yourself on a small ledge where the town was spread out like the palm of your hand.

where is your city? where are you?

you are scared to ask 'the weak' one, contemplate on the unknowing town. small houses, without any skyscrapers, without cars, roads, without anything familiar to your world.

prank's out of control.

'it can't be true, i don't understand..' you make a step forward, as if to verify if it's accurate. 'i've transported into another world, it can't be true, where is.. police? explain me something, captain, huh?'

'stohess. the city you are in now. perhaps you're as much help from another world as you're a mighty titan.'

stohess. europe? america? maybe it's a small town somewhere in the... somewhere in the world. your world.

'do you remember something?'

he turned his head to your face, waiting for the negative answer. yes, you noded. you couldn't remember anything from what and who you were, how you ended up being here. but you told him something about the country you live. well, you had been leaving.

'someone must have sent you to save our city, girl.'

'y/n. my name is y/n.'

he stares at you like you're an idiot whilst you still examine the view. in front of you, far beyond in the center you noticed a huge figure - titan, - you wanted to ask, but levi was the first.

'right, titan. if it weren't for you, he would have killed half the city, crushing everything in his path. don't waste our time, girl.'

'it's hard to think when i'm under the pressure'

he turned around to leave.

'then, it means i need to kill you today. breathe fresh air while your head is on your shoulders.'

(≧◡≦) love leaving people guessing what will next. i'm sorry for this short part. i need to go out of town for a few days, so i'll leave the next part for later. tomorrow or the day after tomorrow i want to write a little drabble about yaoi, it'll kenma x kuroo, just sfw.

[liibrii]

fem!Miya!reader x Suna Rintarou || mostly platonic || part of the Third Miya series

Synopsis: A glimpse into your friendship with Suna during your 1st year at Inarizaki High school.

Warnings: barely proofread, general stupidity, there's a serial killer joke, reader is a lil shit

wc: 1.6k

a/n: naming chapters is hard 😭 as always feedback is greatly appreciated and if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know!

Friendship with Suna is one of those where you can't quite remember how or when it started. One week he was just that lanky guy sitting at a desk to the right of you, the next week you walked home together and you told him your brothers' embarrassing childhood stories in exchange for chemistry homework. In a way it's an echo of all your childhood friendships forged on the beach with other kids you only knew for a week but during that week you'd take over the world for them if they asked. But the one week friendship with Suna became two weeks, three weeks, and after the fourth you stopped counting.

Suna Rintarou is a funny guy. Not funny as in telling jokes or spouting quips and smirks. He's funny in a way that even now you can't really tell who he is. He's quiet. But not shy in the slightest. He moved over from Aichi and you cringe at the memory of saying: “Oh so that's why ya talk funny. I thought yer just pretentious,“ when he told you. Your ears catch on fire by just thinking about it. So embarrassing. But he must have pretty low standards for his friends because at the time he didn't really seem bothered by your slip of the tongue. The next day he offered you a chuupet and that was enough to buy your undying loyalty.

Suna's a funny guy. You don't know how he became your friend, you don't know what he sees in you that makes him put up with you. But you're glad to have an inside man on the volleyball team.

Years of living together with the same person makes one develop the ability of sniffing out trouble before they even start to happen. In this case it's four empty pudding packages in the trash bin that make you decide to nope right out of there before Tsumu tries to blame you for their mysterious disappearance. Again.

You put on music and walk aimlessly through the streets, one of those walks where it doesn't matter if you get lost because you have no clue where you're headed anyway. Everyone needs a stroll like that from time to time. Often they lead to situations that would otherwise probably never happen. Like running into a serial killer, but luck is on your side today so the only person you run into is a familiar lanky figure stretching by the side of the road. “Sunarin! Didn't expect to meet ya here!“

He looks up and his blushed sweaty face wears the same expression as ever. In the last months you've learned Suna has two expressions, the deadpan one, and the deadpan one with furrowed brows. “O, Miya. Well, I live nearby.“ Oh right, you did pass the bus station where he exits just a song ago. “Taking a stroll, are you?“

“Samu and Tsumu are having a screamin' match right now so I decided to get myself out of there before they'd drag me into it.“

“Tragic. Where are you headed?“

Your destination is 'who cares' so you join Suna on a walk. It's good he already ran his evening route because you're not in the mood to reenact a wanna be healthy person's only free time activity.

Just a short walk between the apartment buildings by the side of the road you reach a path of cobble stones that leads further between trees.  

“What? You didn't know there's a park here?“ Suna smirks and you're surprised his face muscles are even capable of stretching so far.

You shake your head, slightly embarrassed. “No, I really didn't. To be fair this neighbourhood used to be ruled by another clan so we never played around here,“ you quickly add as if children clan wars from years ago are a better excuse than simply being unfamiliar with this part of the town.

Suna doesn't comment but the corners of his mouth keep tugging up even after you walk through the park. Or maybe that's because you tripped over nothing while watching a cat cross your path.

“We have a cat back home,“ he tells you and shows you the picture of his little sister with a big fluffy orange cat on her lap.

“So cute,“ you coo, “looks just like ya.“

“Oh yeah, lots of people say she looks just like me. I think I'm more handsome though.“

“No, I meant the cat.“

This time you're the one prepared to jump away form a well aimed kick but Suna only gives you a disappointed glare. “I thought you were the nice Miya.“

You sympathetically pat his shoulder. “Sorry. My sincere condolences. Shall I send some flowers for the funeral of yer last brain cell? Samu always wanted a cat but dad wouldn't let him.“

“Really? Why not?“

“Oh he made the mistake of asking just after the mango incident.“

“The-“

“Only Miyas are allowed to know about it,“ you say, snickering at Suna's furrowed brows. You know curiosity is going to eat at him for weeks to come. Maybe you should come up with a cover story, just in case. “Do ya miss yer friends? Ones from Aichi I mean?“

Suna thinks for a moment, maybe still trying to figure out what a mango incident could possibly be. “Sometimes,“ he says after a while and a poke to his side, “but I met a lot of new people at the dorms. Inarizaki isn't that bad either. There's you and Ginjima, and your brothers sometimes, and ehm,“ he mumbles as he tries to remember whom else he could call a friend.

“If Tsumu or Samu bring this topic up just let them know ya were my friend first,“ you pout. That's the problem with having had siblings in the same class for the entire grade and middle school; all your friends were also their friends. “It can't be easy,“ you say, half trying to make him feel better, and half just changing the topic that's starting to turn his ears red, “movin' over here I mean. Ya really left all ya knew behind for volleyball. That's pretty admirable. Ya just might be as crazy as Samu and Tsumu.“

“Please don't compare me to your brothers,“ says Suna.

“That bad, eh? So what's it like? Livin' in a dorm?“

“Oh. Well. We're four in a room-“

“Yikes. And I thought havin' two other people in your room is a lot.“

Suna laughs. Oh, so he can do that. It suits him, you decide after a moment. “Now take into account that two of those keep leaving dirty socks around.“

“Oh I know what that's like,“ you nod, all too familiar with dirty socks under table, under bed and other parts of bed you'd rather not think about.

“I doubt you'd get in trouble for punching them though.“

“Oh I would.“ You look him over. “Ya don't really look like a punchin' type to me. More a very petty guy. Soy sauce in mornin' tea kind of guy.“

“You're giving me ideas.“

“Thanks, that will be one kit-kat. Or none if ya put some in Samu's water bottle.“

“All in all dorm isn't that bad,“ Suna tells you once you both stop laughing over the prospect of putting soy sauce into Osamu's drink. “Wish I could sleep a bit longer in the morning but what can you do? And I miss mom's cooking. We cook ourselves and the food is good. Usually. It's just not the same, you know? Want a chuupet?“

“Ya brought a chuupet to an evenin' run?“

You still gladly take the fruit stick. It's a rare occasion in which it isn't in danger of being snatched away by one of your co-spawns. You don't comment but the next day a neatly wrapped bento box waits on Suna's table.

Suna doesn't quite remember when you became friends. One day you were a girl from his class that looked suspiciously similar to those loud Twins on the volleyball team (the moment he realised your last name is in fact Miya too he felt incredibly stupid for not noticing sooner), the next day you're hanging with him during breaks and sending him messages along the lines of 'I'll buy you as many chuupets as ya want if ya tell me what happened at practice yesterday, I need to let Tsumu know who's the boss' that usually arrive in the middle of the night. Even if they wake him up your name popping on his screen still makes him smile.

Really it takes impossibly long for Suna to realise he doesn't enjoy being in your presence only because being friends with you is as easy as getting the ball around a block or because you're the one Miya to voluntarily share your food with him.

The moment the cogs finally fell in their place and began to spin, making the little 'there might be something more' thought appear is one he'll remember for the rest of his life, and will quite probably haunt his nightmares too.

That's the thing about emotions (truly the revelations of that day are almost too much for his volleyball focused teenage brain), they take over neurones in charge of sending information around the brain, bribing the ones running toward mouth to run faster than the ones heading towards the comprehension centre, and then you find yourself in awkward situations such as saying your name out loud in the packed locker room followed by: “She's really funny and amazing. I like her a lot.“

But the situation being awkward is the least of Suna's problems as two pairs of almost identical brown eyes stare him down.

Oh, shit.

tag list: @espressons @trashy-simp @nachotrash @megumiisee @foxxtrot-116 @e-wwis​

[heavcnslyre]

ricky bowen x reader series! part ten

— starstruck au!

series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

second series

IN WHICH you go to your school dance back in new york but somehow you’re still not rid of the one and only, ricky bowen.

WARNINGS super cheesy

NOTES the whole song he sings is typed out and i apologize for that i usually hate when people do that but i guess it pertains to the story HAHA. more notes at the end of the chapter!

( tags: @hesvoid34 )

text dividers from @writeyourmindaway !!

lowercase intended.

“are you sure you want to wear that to the dance?” camilla asked you as you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror. you sighed. if you were honest, you hated this dress. it was frilly and a weird tan color, but your mom gave it to you to wear when you refused to go shopping. it used to be hers, and you could tell it was old.

“i don’t have anything else.”

she paused, considering. “you can borrow one of mine.”

“really?” you asked, turning to face her. “you never let me borrow your clothes unless you get something in return.”

“hm. i don’t know,” she said. “i just want to make sure you have a good time.”

you looked at her with a soft expression on your face. “thank you. where’s the dress?”

she disappeared into her room for a second and came back out, holding a (y/f/c) dress. it went mid-thigh and was a loose, flowy style. you smiled.

“it’s beautiful.”

“it’s one of my favorites,” camilla handed you the dress. “be careful with it.”

“i will,” you paused. “thank you, cam.”

she hummed and looked at it for a minute. “(y/n), is it true? did you really meet ricky in california?”

you sighed and set the dress on the counter, turning to face your sister. “yeah. yeah, we hung out a few times. he... kissed me.”

“you’re kidding!” she said. “then why did he say you never met?”

“he was worried about his career, i guess. was scared that being seen with me would make him lose a job in a tv show. so he broke things off.”

camilla looked at you, anger in her eyes. “that asshole!”

you laughed weakly. “yeah, thank you. you can still like his music and stuff i’m not... that bothered.”

“no. even if you aren’t bothered, i am. that’s awful. i’m really sorry,” she paused. “put the dress on then come to my room. i’ll do your hair.”

“okay.”

after about an hour, you were ready for the dance.

camilla did your hair pretty basically, with just giving it soft curls and pinning part of it back. she helped you do some basic makeup as well and you were actually excited for the dance for the first time. you slipped on a pair of flats and made your way downstairs.

“(y/n)!” your mom exclaimed as you approached her in the kitchen. “you look amazing!”

“thank you mom,” you said.

she insisted on a bunch of pictures in different places around the house as well as outside. you weren’t going to the dance with a guy or with any friends, so you took pictures by yourself or with camilla, which you didn’t mind. you send a picture of you to ashlyn, and she sent you an array of heart emojis. you laughed and slipped your phone into your dress pocket (another pro of this dress; it had pockets).

although you were excited for the dance, you were nervous. at this point, anyone you saw wanted to know about the ricky situation, and you didn’t want to talk about it. especially since now you were seen as a crazy fan who followed him around during your whole family vacation. you decided today though, you were going to ignore it.

as you were walking towards the entrance to your school, your phone started buzzing. you pulled it out and saw ashlyn was facetiming you.

“hey girl!” you said. she grinned through the phone.

“hey! you’re looking so good!” you laughed.

“wait, where are you?” you asked, noticing that ashlyn’s background didn’t look like her house. she grinned.

“keep walking.”

you raised your eyebrows and walked faster into the school. you opened the door and were met with ashlyn standing inside, grinning at you. she ended the facetime and you rushed forward to hug her.

“ashlyn! what are you doing here?!” you asked excitedly. she laughed and hugged you back tightly.

“i still have a couple days before i’m back at school, and i figured you’d want someone to dance with, right?”

“absolutely!” you exclaimed. “i’m so happy you’re here.”

“me too,” she said. she glanced at her phone quickly. “now c’mon! i’ve been waiting a while and the dj has played some good songs.”

you laughed and she pulled you into the school gym. there were a ton of people in there, dancing, laughing, talking, etc. chaperones were standing around awkwardly, watching the kids uncomfortably. ashlyn pulled you directly into the middle of the dance floor and wasted no time starting to dance. she was always more outgoing when it came to potentially embarrassing yourself in front of people. usually you held back a bit, but tonight, you didn’t give a shit about what people thought about you, and you danced your heart out with your cousin.

a few songs later, the dj walked away from his booth and the lights dimmed. people whispered in confusion but everyone gasped as someone walked onto the stage. you stood on your toes to try to figure out who it was, only to be met by ricky standing there, looking in the crowd.

“(y/n) (y/l/n)?” he said into the microphone. everyone cleared a path and ashlyn pushed you into the middle of it. your eyes met ricky’s and he beamed at you. “hi. i guess there’s a few things i forgot to say in california.”

the music started, and a song you didn’t recognize began to play. ricky kept his eyes on you as he began to sing.

common sense tells me kiss the girl goodbye

common sense tells me leave it all behind

common sense says the girl's not worth my time

but common sense ain't common when you come to mind

the song was slow and ricky sung softly. you noticed how his facial expressions were similar to how they were when you saw him singing at his parents party. his expression was soft and he was focused— but this time he was focused on more than just the music; he was focused on you.

common sense told me she was not worthwhile

common sense said don't go the extra mile

common sense said go back and reconcile

but common sense forgot about her smile

ricky seemed to suddenly be shy as he looked down at his feet and sang. you didn’t take your eyes off him.

second chances are thought of to be weak

second chances in volumes do they speak

second chances aren't given usually

but a second chance is all i really need

he looked back in your eyes and sang almost like he was silently begging during the verse. he stepped off of the stage and slowly started walking towards you.

i think i love you

i want to love you

please let me love you

i wish to show you how to love

he approached you and grabbed your hand with his free one. your heart was racing and you considered pulling away from him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to.

common sense tells me kiss the girl goodbye

common sense tells me leave it all behind

common sense says the girl's not worth my time

but common sense ain't common when you come to mind

no, common sense ain't common when you come to mind

the song ended and big red slipped past and grabbed the microphone from ricky, sending you a quick smile. you stood there, not looking away from ricky. he didn’t look away from you either.

“hey,” he said softly.

“hi.”

“i... i wrote you that song. i wanted to apologize for what i did i was— such an idiot.”

you didn’t respond and his face dropped a bit. “i quit the tv show.”

“you did?” you asked. he nodded.

“you were right. it wasn’t worth it, i don’t want that. i... i want you.”

your eyes widened and the corners of his mouth lifted up slightly. you swallowed hesitantly.

“ricky,” you said. “i want to believe you. you have no idea how much i want to believe you it’s just... how am i to know that this won’t happen again? that your career won’t come first?”

he looked at you, his expression soft. “(y/n), i haven’t stopped thinking about you since the second we met. and... i haven’t stopped kicking myself about how i acted at the beach. i’m telling you— right here—” he motions to the full gym of students watching you. “in front of everyone, that you’re all that matters to me. and i will do nothing but show you that if you just let me.”

you grinned and shook your head. “you are the cheesiest person i have ever met.”

ricky’s grin matched yours. “yeah well, is that all that bad?”

you laughed and before you said anything, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, then he pressed your lips together. you smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. the people in the gym cheered (which— if you were being honest— made you uncomfortable, but you didn’t care. all that mattered in that moment was ricky. he was all you could focus on).

when you pulled apart the music started again and everyones attention went away from you and ricky as they started to dance. ricky rested his forehead against yours similarly to how he did the day at the beach. you grinned at each other before he pulled away and held his hand out to you.

“may i have this dance, m’lady?” he asked in a fake, proper voice. you giggled and slipped your hand into his.

“oh of course, good sir,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist and you swayed to the music.

“so, after this, wanna go find a diner? eat somewhere and talk?”

you nodded. “first date at a trashy diner? sign me up.”

he laughed. “wouldn’t you consider this our second date? that day at the pier was pretty fun.”

“sure it was, until you ruined it,” you teased and he laughed, looking up.

“oh, i will never forgive myself for that day.”

“good thing i will forgive you.”

you left the dance with ashlyn and big red and the four of you headed to a random 24 hour diner down the street from your school. but, you sat at seperate tables, which gave you and ricky a chance to catch up, for real this time.

“so,” you said as you stole a fry from ricky’s plate. “how’d you plan this whole thing out?”

“ashlyn and big red helped me. i knew i had to come make things right and i wanted to surprise you at the dance, but it was ashlyn’s idea for me to write the song.”

“beautiful song,” you commented and he laughed affectionately.

“thank you. wrote it about this girl i really like,” he said seriously, his eyes searching your face for a reaction. you grinned.

“oh yeah?” you asked and he nodded. “well that’s convenient, because a guy i really like sang it for me.”

you grinned at each other for a few moments before you spoke up again. “so how long are you in town for?”

“few weeks. that is, if you want me here.”

“of course i want you here,” you laughed.

“i guess it’s a matter of what happens when i leave, huh,” ricky said, looking down at his plate. you frowned.

“yeah. can i trust that you won’t find another girl to cheat on me with back in california?” he looked up at you, an amused look on his face.

“cheat on you? wouldn’t we have to be officially dating for me to cheat on you?” you rolled your eyes and rested your head on your hand.

“are you really going to make me ask you?”

ricky chucked and wiped his hands off on a napkin, before grabbing your hand across the table. “(y/n) (y/l/n).”

“yees?” you asked innocently.

“will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

you laughed. “i thought you’d never ask.”

he leaned across the table and kissed you quickly. when you pulled back, you rubbed your thumb on his cheek.

“hm. since you’re in town and we’re officially dating, guess it’s time for you to meet my family, huh?”

FINAL NOTES: this is the end of this series??!??!! already?!??!!?! thank you SO MUCH for reading and i can assure you that this is NOT the end of this story. look out for a second series following this one very very soon!!!!!! i love u all thank you for all the support

[voidlitmoon]

One Trainer’s Trash is Another Pokemon's Family

So if you didn't know, i ended up taking a hiates from writing ANYTHING for a bit, but I was just sitting around earlier and thought "huh, there was that oneshot I kinda wanted to write" and BOOM im formating this at 2am when I finished writing so I can just post this in the morning.

Also note me writing this does not mean I'm fully back to writing because I tbh have no clue when I'll be back in full writing mode, a lot of stuff is going on irl around health issues (I'm good dont worry, just trying to figure out this issue so we can fix it) and my mind hasn't been able to put words together into written sentences well recently for anything, so exspect everything and nothing!!

So @sugarglider9603.... enjoy! If anyone seems off its probably because I haven't wrote in like 4 months :D

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Words: 1,651

Summery: ' "I found a child in the trash!" Trash Eevee declared happily. The Eevee on watch somehow looked skeptical from behind, but curiosity got them to turn around.

Green and brown surprised eyes hit his own, he felt as the others eyes looked him over from his unnaturally purple eyes to dark brown fur.

"I.. I-" the other stammered in surprise.

"Can we keep him?" His founder vibrated, excited. '

 

A chance encounter is about to change three lives forever

“Slow down!” the Eevee hissed to his companion, running through the crowd of humans to catch up. His green and brown eyes swept the crowd, making sure no one grew suspicious and followed the two Eevees, sighing as he thankfully saw everyone's gaze sweep past them, uninterested.

There had been a few incidences when a trainer or a ‘nurse’ had tried to catch them, whether for his strange fur markings, trying to get his friend’s fur cleaned (no one held him for long once that information was leaked), or purely for them being Eevees. He’d heard it all, common lines being “hey are you lost?”, “where is your trainer?”, “is that a wild Eevee?” and of course, the most common

“I’ve got to catch it!”

Heh, no one had succeeded yet, and he didn’t plan that to change any time soon. Or ever.

“Not sorry” the simple line snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked over to the grinning Eevee that probably did need a bath “but I heard yelling in the back alley of the Good Place, and I just have to see if it's new!” The ‘Good Place’ was a restaurant the two constantly saw in their travels from town to town. While they couldn’t read the written name, and wouldn’t dare get close enough to a human to simply know the name when it had no use to them, it always had an identical symbol at every location. It was his trash loving companions (and though he would never admit it, his own as well) favorite location to get food.

“Very well, lead the way” with a flick of their tails, they rounded the last few corners to the back alley where two large dumpsters lay. As a Trubbish scurred off at the sight of them they both leapt up, balancing as they opened one off the lids.

He sat watch as the other squealed and dove in, rummaging through and ripping open plastic bags with sharp teeth. They always had the same parts when working together, he would keep watch making sure no one saw them from the regular path or had any workers walk out the door, while the other would search, eating what he wanted and tossing stuff up to save for later. They had tried to swap jobs once, but it was a mess that nearly got them caught if it wasn’t for his own keen ears, so they kept to their own and worked together.

He glanced at the door, the symbol imprinted on it. Doing this dumpster diving always reminded himself when he was alone. How he’s grateful to have a friend. Actually, doing it at the Good Place always reminded himself when he met the trashy Eevee. It was just after-

A paw swatted at his face, causing him to dodge. He seemed to be falling into nastolga easily today, he thought shaking it out of his fur.

“Did you hear me? I said all these bags have already been looked through” the other huffed “they must have used the other one, which is weird because they usually use the one closer to the door first….” he frowned, confused before brightening “anyways can you help me open the other lid?”

The clean Eevee nodded, hopping across to the other dumpster.

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Sta- he shivered, the angry yells still echoing in his ears. She was so mad when she discovered there was no dragon evolution, when she finally discovered he was completely useless. He glanced at the snapped pokeball at his paws, fallen through a space between a few garbage bags.

 

He knew he had to get out of here, but what was the point? He was with a trainer up till now, and while she was horrible he was still at least alive. But to try and survive on his own? No, he might as well just curl up on this garbage, might as well just

A scene flash in his mind, of a Pecha bush laying under a sprawling indigo sky. Two other faces similar yet different then his, laughing, smiling.

 

He couldn't give up, not yet, not until he could find them again.

 

Chatter and a crash of heavy plastic hitting a wall distracted him from the thoughts racing through his head. He pressed low against the bags, ears flat as he waited. Were there people taking trash out? No.. that didn't sound human, that sounded

 

The lid thunked twice, before late afternoon light poured down onto his dark brown fur. He froze as another pokemon fell down in front of him, another Eevee.

 

He was bigger, though everyone was bigger. His fur seemed to be a normal shade of brown, yet it was hard to tell with all the dirt and dust coating it. He looked up into the newcomer's eyes, surprise and delight filled them to the brim.

 

"Oh? OH!" The other gasped for only a moment before flashing forwards, grabbing him lightly by his scruff and before he knew it St- he was in open air and sat on the hard plastic lid.

 

"Hey hey!" The Eevee scrambled across to another Eevee, his turned back to the both of them. The third Eevee's ear twitched to show they were listening, watching the humans walk by.

 

"I found a child in the trash!" Trash Eevee declared happily. The Eevee on watch somehow looked skeptical from behind, but curiosity got them to turn around.

 

Green and brown surprised eyes hit his own, he felt as the others eyes looked him over from his unnaturally purple eyes to dark brown fur.

 

"I.. I-" the other stammered in surprise.

 

"Can we keep him?" His founder vibrated, excited.

 

"Hmm" seemingly gaining his composure, the one on watch came over to inspect him further, sniffing curiously at his fur "I don't think so, he smells too much of humans" the trash Eevee visibly shrunk.

"No!" He cried, snapping his jaw closed at the sudden speaking "I, I me- mean no, I had a trainer, but I don't have one anymore" he attempted to explain, hissing at himself for stuttering.

 

"I uh" he coughed, attempting to clear his throat, "I, I'm sorry for disturbing your search" he flicked his tail toward the two before curling it around himself, finally looking into the others faces. It was at the moment he noticed the strange markings around the single green eye on the watcher.

 

"It's no problem," the calmer one replied. He looked as if he were about to continue, before the trash Eevee popped "hey, have you gotten food today?"

 

He blinked, thinking about all that happened since dawn. Dawn, when his trai- ex-trainer had learned the news.

 

"I.. haven't?" He tried, not wanting to test his luck. They were strangers, he had to be cautious.

 

"Here!" The other dove back into the trash. He leaned over frantically, thankful to see the pokeball halfs had sunken out of sight. If they ever asked why he was in there, he would just tell them he was looking for food.

No one would find out the true reason. Well.. maybe two others, but that would have to wait till he found them again. He would find them again.

 

The walking trash pile hopped back up, dropping what seemed to be a freshly thrown away berry skewer at his feet.

 

He looked up, alarmed "no, I couldn't-" "oh don't worry" the other's purr sounded like a motorcycle "we'll survive without a few berries."

 

While he was still uncertain, his stomach grumbled with hunger so he bent down and took a bite of closest fully intact berry. When the sweet familiar taste hit his mouth, he barely stopped the tears. Arceus really had to do that, didn't they.

 

"Everything ok?" He looked up from the Pecha berry, the special marked Eevee looking at his watery eyes with concern.

 

"Y-yes, just haven't eaten anything this sweet in a while" he lied quickly, finishing what he could before pushing towards the others "here, might as well not let this go to waste" he smiled.

 

The marked Eevee hummed before taking a bite from a nearby Oran berry.

 

After a bit, the dirty Eevee spoke a question he knew was coming "so, you said you had a trainer, do you have a name?"

 

He paused, thinking, before shaking his head "she never gave me one."

 

The others nodded in understanding. He looked out at the people walking in the street, passing by with no clue of the trio sitting on the dumpsters.

 

He didn’t have a name, not to them at least. To them, he would be the Eevee that they found, the Eevee they took in, the Eevee one day they would realize they see as a brother, the Eevee that would inevitably disappear in the back of a truck

One day there would be another family, they would know him as Virgil, Virgil who they found in the forest, Virgil who followed them everywhere, Virgil who got caught finally by his own free will

But no one would know him as Star but his original family. No one would know him as Star, the being who hatched into the world with an angry scream that was not his own, Star, the one who fell in love with the sky on his first night of his existence, Star, the one who found family and then was ripped away from it in his sleep

Star, who would keep searching till the ends of the Earth to find his family.

 

But for now, he was just a strange looking Eevee in a strange situation, hiding his name from everything and everyone, and that was ok.

 

He glared at the crowd of humans walking by peacefully. There was only one thing left from his life with.. with the Dragon, one thing he would keep

He would never trust another human again.

[ambersky0319]

It's You

Prompt :

Warnings : Sympathetic Remus, panic attack

The lovely people who wanna be tagged in just Intrulogical things : @cress-the-fander @worm-does-shit

A/N : So um, this turned out longer than I was planning XD 1641 words... I rarely write that much for even actual chapters of things!

Thank you @cress-the-fander for suggesting this! It was a lot of fun to write, and I do hope you enjoy!

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Remus rocked on his ankles, biting his lip and trying to not crack his knuckles for the billionth time, nerves eating away at him. His heart pounded in his chest as he stood outside the logical side's door, waiting for the other to finish grabbing whatever he needed before they went into the Imagination.

He took a deep breath, trying to wash the terror off his face.

No one had ever been to his part of the Imagination. It was his sanctuary, his home-away-but-also-not-away-from-home. His safe haven. The one place he was allowed to be vulnerable and be truly himself. It was a place for him to escape the mind palace and just let loose.

And now he was inviting someone else in.

Thoughts raced through his head, what if Logan found it awful? What if he criticized the land? What if he wanted to leave there too soon? What if he wanted to leave Remus altogether?

That scared Remus even more, and he barely noticed that the door was getting increasingly more blurry. His vision swam but he wasn't actually seeing, instead lost in the horrors of what might happen.

What if Logan got hurt? What if one of the others saw them go into the Imagination together? What if they convince Logan to dump him if they find out about their relationship? What would happen then? What would happen if Remus lost control in the Imagination and hurt Logan himself, truly hurt Logan, and then everyone hated him even more? What if he couldn't see Logan after this? What if they're forced apart?

He muffled a sob, sinking to the ground in front of the pearly white door with blue lettering. His tears ruined his makeup, the eyeshadow dripping from his face and into his lap. His shoulders shook as he clenched his teeth and pressed his hands harder against his lips, keeping any wails or whimpers down so they'd only be a small whine from the back of his throat.

He was curling in on himself, thoughts spiraling and clouding his mind. Why did he agree to show Logan his Imagination? His home? His most prized creation? Why did he agree? Why? Why? Why?

"Remus?" That voice was familiar. A monotone with a hint of concern. Remus would recognize it anywhere.

"Remus, if you can hear me, try to follow along, alright?" Logan didn't expect an answer, and instead started to count. He instructed Remus on what to do, first trying out the technique Virgil had learned. Breathe in for four seconds, hold for seven, and exhale for eight.

Remus hugged himself tighter, his breathing still uneven as he tried to take deeper breaths and failed. But it had helped slightly.

"Alright, let's try something else, okay? May I hold your hand?" Logan asked calmly, and Remus took in another shaky breath before uncurling one of his arms from around himself and offering his hand to Logan.

Logan took Remus' hand in his, and Remus gripped it tightly, knuckles white. If Logan was in pain from the near-bone-crushing hold, it didn't show. His face stayed neutral as he guided Remus through another exercise- having him count numbers out of order, or answer problems that Remus would need to work out.

It took many tries, but eventually Remus had calmed down. His grip on Logan's hand had relaxed a bit, and he looked up from his knees, wiping at his face with his free arm. "Thanks," he mumbled.

Logan smiled warmly at him, a smile that reassured Remus. It was the smile that Remus fell in love with, the smile that always seemed to brighten up his day.

Logan leaned forward a bit to press a gentle kiss to Remus' knuckles, and Remus' cheeks flushed pink. "Do you want to talk about whatever happened?" Logan inquired softly, lifting his gaze slightly.

Remus shook his head, sniffing slightly. "I don't think it'd be too good to talk about it," he replied. Logan nodded in understanding and stood up. He pulled Remus up with him, and as soon as they were both on their feet, Logan pulled Remus closer and hugged his duke.

Remus sighed slightly, clinging onto Logan. "I think I'm ready to bring you to my part of the Imagination."

Remus could almost see the light bulb go off in Logan's head, despite his own face buried in the crook of Logan's neck. Logan's arms rested around his waist, tightening ever so slightly, making Remus feel just that little bit more protected.

"We don't need to if you do not wish to, Remus. We can always just hideaway in my room and watch those trashy horror films."

Remus' own arms tightened around Logan, and he shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"But I want to do this. Trust me."

Logan was quiet for a few seconds, pulling away just slightly so he could look down and examine Remus' expression. He traced a finger along Remus' jaw, meeting Remus' gaze and searching for any hint he may be lying.

"You're positive?"

Remus nodded.

"Alright then-" Logan pressed a kiss to Remus' forehead, a feather-light touch that made Remus' intestines turn to butterflies- "whenever you're ready, we can go."

Remus took in a slow breath. This was the easiest part. Sinking out with someone wasn't something foreign to any of the sides, even Remus. But he felt the butterflies in his stomach be replaced with nervous knots, and he chewed on the inside of his lip as they popped into Remus' sector of the Imagination.

He watched as Logan scanned the area they had appeared in, only releasing Remus with one arm. The trees seemed to all be dead, some charred as if struck by lightning, others of old age, and some had dried up. Between the trees what looked to be a deer three times their normal size raced through the trees, chasing after a bear only just a bit shorter.

Logan looked to the sky, taking in the stars in the broad daylight, the moon and sun forever stuck beside one another above. Dark clouds dotted the sky, winding around what Logan could only assume to be Remus' borders. A vulture landed on a nearby branch, peering down at the two curiously.

Logan saw the dark tower looming just down one of the paths, a dark shadow being cast onto the deceased trees. Logan could see the hints of green from where they stood, flickering against the black bricks.

"Well?" Remus asked, his hands above his mouth clamped together as he waited for Logan to say something. Anything. Logan's expression was unreadable, and Remus could feel that panic start to build up again.

After another minute of silence, Logan's voice was like music to Remus' ears.

"It looks a lot less chaotic than I expected, and a lot less gore." Logan commented, and stepped over slightly so he stood in front of Remus instead of beside him. He moved his arm from around Remus' waist and cupped his cheeks in his hands, running his thumb along Remus' lower face slowly, eyes full of adoration and love.

He leaned in and kissed Remus- such a gentle kiss that Remus felt lightheaded, getting chills as Logan's hands left his face and trailed down his arms to Remus' hands. When Logan pulled back slightly, Remus blinked a few times, as if trying to start working again.

"It's not what I expected, but it's still beautiful. Perfect, and totally you. Now-" Logan took a step back, tugging Remus slightly as the side seemed to come back to 'reality'- "I'd love to go visit that tower, and let you show me around. That alright with you?"

Remus expression shifted. Once a terrified look had morphed into one of confusion and a hazey feeling, but then even that shifted, shifted to a grin that Logan could only take as a yes.

The creative trait began to pull Logan along. It was as if his fears had melted away as he walked familiar paths and saw the strange creatures, his creations, his children. And he jumped into an explanation of anything that Logan asked about, but he missed every love-struck look that Logan sent his way.

"Hey Remus?" Logan asked, leaning against the cusions of the couch that Remus had conjured for them. "Can I ask you something?"

Remus looked away from the large tv playing some horror film that Remus didn't care to remember the title to. He smiled at Logan and nodded, and Logan smiled back,kissing his cheek lightly before standing up.

Logan looked down at Remus, a look of pure love on his face. And Logan was no longer afraid to say the three words that had previously taken him do very long to even whisper. He no longer felt shy about letting the words leave his lips, and he beamed whenever he saw Remus' face turn crimson.

"I love you-" Remus' cheeks heated up as Logan had suspected they would- "You mean the world to me, Remus." Logan took Remus' hands in his own, squeezing them lightly.

"You're courageous and affectionate and loving and despite how many see you, you're truly a wonderful person. I love your personality, your extravagant outfits. I love when you're proud, and you get really interested in a single topic.

"I love you, and the question I'm going to ask is a very important one." Logan kissed both of Remus' hands softly before he sunk to his knee, and tears pricked at Remus' eyes as he processed what exactly was going on.

Logan pulled a box from one of his back pockets, and held it out to Remus. Remus could see the way Logan's hand trembled slightly.

"Will you, Remus Creativity Sanders, marry me?"

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Hey petty so recently I told you that you’d single-handedly convinced me to watch the HIStory and I have been having a great goddamn time Taiwan my absolute my beloved my belle of the ball you give me everything I want baby, but…I’ve come to Make Our Days Count and I need some encouragement to start it. Because I KNOW how it ends I KNOW it’s gonna hurt me so I need someone to hype me up and talk me into it

Anon, I told you not to follow me down my trashy path!

I'm not trying to convince y'all to watch anything. Never. Not ever. I loved Hit Bit Love, but I will never recommend that to anyone because I know what it was.

So now you're asking me, the person who consistently tells you not to watch anything unless you want to and not based on my unabashed love for it, to convince you to watch the HIStory-that-shall-not-be-named?

Well, I can't because, as you very well know, it's gonna fucking hurt! That series was, on average, ranked around an 8.8 each episode by 20 faithful watchers on My Drama List until the final episode which is a 4.8 with double the raters (40). Not only did it bury the gay at the last possible second after jailing the gay mafia lead in the previous installment right when Taiwan legalized marriage equality, but half of the world was going into lockdown, and the other half was burying its head in the sand about it. Basically, the morale was so low in BL Land, hell had to make new layers because HIStory decided to be high art and kill someone.

And it would be another two years before we got the next installment, my beloved HIStory 4: Close to You.

Knowing what I know, I wouldn't even tell myself to watch the HIStory-that-shall-not-be-named? I don't want to remember watching it, so I definitely don't want to talk about it.

Instead I'm going to convince you of why it's important that I did watch it four years ago in retrospect:

The Apology Tour

Taiwan knows it fucked up.

Every year since that ill-fated series, we get Wayne and Huang playing in the final episode of other BLs which greatly relies on us knowing who they are and their HIStory because without it, the emotional impact is wasted.

2020 - Life: Love on the Line (Japan) - They played tourists seeing the Northern Lights which is something they mentioned in HIStory.

2021 - Be Loved in House: I Do - Wayne played a random guy the lead runs into and tells him to never let anyone take his love away, but the two actually played in HIStory together, so Wayne's character realizes this as the lead runs away.

2022 - Plus & Minus - They are guests at the leads' wedding who run into each other and feel an instant connection as if they have met in a previous life.

2023 - Kiseki: Dear to Me - They play gangstas from a rival squad, but some of y'all have not watched episode 8, so I'll shut up.

Oh, and the side pair also pop up places like HIStory 4: Close to You.

Basically, each time these guys show up somewhere, it's a spectacle. It's basically AU fanfic every year for us. If they couldn't be together in HIStory, they can be together in other ways, in other shows, and in other universes, so I'm excited to see where they will pop up in 2024, but the commoner who hasn't watched the HIStory-that-shall-not-be-named will not care as much.

Anon, do you want to feel those feelings?

Do you want Taiwan to continue apologizing for its grave misdeed? Do you want to be "in the know" each time you see these two appear on your screen? Do you want to believe that they are together in another universe? Do you want all of this?

Because if you do, you can't have it if you don't watch the series that caused this ripple effect. You are missing a foundational competent of their legacy if you skip out on the HIStory-that-shall-not-be-named.

However, I can't encourage you to watch this.

I watched nine glorious episodes, then got beat down in the finale, only to spend the last four years gleefully sitting front row to the apology tour, so ask yourself if you are comfortable making that deal as well?

You decide.

[voidlitmoon]

Familiar Faces, Connected Stories

So.... I am very late to posting it here XD sorry sorry, I kept forgetting, but its here! Finally we get to see the stinky trash man and slimey boi! Or at least partially

See with this part taking so long this part is going to be split into two CHAPTERS! Dont worry I made sure it left off at somewhere where it would make sense. Anyways @sugarglider9603, on with the show!

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Part 4 Part 5 (chapter 2)

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Summery: ' Virgil leaned back and stared curiously at his teammates, instinctively sliding a paw in front of his brothers, surprising the two. From their past prospective, Virgil always stayed back, uncomfortable with any form of pokemon battles. Yet here the youngest was, defending the two against pokemon he seemed to trust. Trust? Did he not?

The two Eevees shared a glace, one thing running in both their minds

was it possible to get their brother back? '

 

It's time we brought our good ol trash rat and slimey boi into the story

Well trash Eevee and.. ok Deceit is still a slimey boi but they're also here!

Chapter 1

Thomas stirred the boiling pot beneath a slowly darkening sky, making sure to watch the food so nothing burned. He wasn't the best at cooking, but he'd learned enough to make some food when stuck in the woods, and having a Logan helped quite a bit. 

"Hey!" He stumbled a bit as Roman crashed into his leg, the Eevee chasing Patton around. Roman shook his head, chirped up a sorry before going back to the chase. Thomas shook his head fondly, returning his gaze to the cooking stand "be careful guys, Virgil keep an eye on them" Patton and Roman cried out at Thomas' distrust,  but continued playing anyways as Virgil watched laying by the table.

After some time, Virgil occasionally snapping at Roman, Thomas was nearing down with the stew when crashing and yelps caught his attention. He whipped his head up just to see Roman and Virgil tangled together, the table fallen onto its side and the finished berry skewers astray across the ground. Patton ran over, sniffing as the two untangled themselves from each other. Thomas groaned.

"That's it! Patton, you're going to stay right next to me, Virgil and Roman, you're going out and getting us more berries" all three cried out as Logan shook his head from Thomas' shoulders.

"You two, don't even try. Virgil, I need you to keep an eye on Roman so he doesn't run off. And don't try me, I remember that giant pile of Oran berries you brought us" Virgil grumbled, hissing a bit at Roman before leading the way out of the clearing circle. Patton walked over, glumly laying down over Thomas feet. Thomas sighed, he could pick the table up later he supposed, focusing on the pot once again.

Not noticing the two pairs of eyes watching.

Eevee flicked his tail, the uniquely marked pokemon correctly predicting and stifling his brother's angry huff once again. Even with this action, he could understand his partner.

Because he was right there, right there! Their Eevee brother was walking away with another Eevee, telling the brown furred pokemon ('Roman' he believed) off for getting him mixed up in the other's mess. And then there was the trainer.

Eevee glared at the smiling human, stirring a large delicious smelling pot, two more Eevees laying on him. If it wasn't for their brother always being around the human or the other pokemon, they couldn't have gotten him back a while ago. Yet, they had learned their lesson after the chase, the marked Eevee stifling his own growl at the light gray Eevee laying at the trainer feet. If it wasn't for him especially, he remembered the day they almost got their smallest back.

"Please" his brother whined quietly "he's alone with just one of the Eevees, if he saw us he would help! Can't we just go get him now?" He shot a sympathetic look at the other Eevee, understanding his pain. The trash covered pokemon always had a bit of a stronger connection, not much but something more, as he was the one to find the small one in a dumpster. The other shuffled closer and he rapped a tail around his non blooded brother, keeping him close.

"No, you remember how strong, what was he called? Patton was, and you see how often they train. We wouldn't stand a chance" the other's ears lowered.

"I.. I just want him back" the other murmured, ducking his head into his fur, the cleaner of the pair giving a reassuring lick back.

The two jolted as they were brought back to reality, only realizing too late how loud they began to speak as a gray head poked through the bush they were hiding within.

The three Eevees stared at each other for only a moment before the marked Eevee leapt up, standing defensively between his friend and the pet, letting out a low growl. Its eyes merely blinked behind glasses before brightening.

"Oh! It's you!" Patton exclaimed, from the sound of it his tail swishing back and forth rapidly "whatcha doing here?" The tail swishing suddenly stopped as the shiny glared "you aren't here to try and steal Virgil away again, are you?"

The protective Eevee pushed the other behind him a bit, signaling to run, but the trash loving Eevee didn't budge. He sent a look back at the other, only to see the pokemon completely petrified. Oh right, last time they came in contact with Patton he knocked him out nearly immediately.

The shiny seemed to notice, blinking away the anger from his eyes "are you hungry? We wouldn't mind you joining us for dinner, if you wanted!" 

And now the marked Eevee froze, yet in confusion. Did.. he just offer food to them? With a trainer no less? He was about to protest when his stomach betrayed him.

Patton perked as the marked Eevee used his tail to bring his brother forward, keeping him close ".. I guess free food would be a stupid thing to pass up" Patton giggled before his head dissapeared as he ran back to the trainer.

"Wait" the trashy Eevee stopped him, "What are you doing? We, we can't-" "I know, but" the smaller yet protective Eevee hesitated "we, we might be able to see him again" the other looked down. This could be their only safe chance, heck the moment they see him the trainer might run them off. The realization they may not be able to be with their youngest brother again hit both hard, but at least seeing him, whether forced to stay with the trainer or (somehow) happy with his place, at least they would know.

The non blooded brothers looked at each other one last time before nodding, making their way through the bush.

Thomas kept a half an eye on Patton as he turned off the camping stove set MJ gave him, walking over with Logan still laying over his shoulders and picking up the knocked over mini foldable table. He went to pick up the dirty berry skewers when a chirp behind him caught his attention.

"So, what were you looking at Pat-" Thomas stood and turned around, only for Logan to let out a deep grown from his shoulders and surprise from himself.

"So" Thomas smiled, crossing his arms "we meet again" the two Eevees moved cautiously into view, Patton leading. He remembered these Eevees from a couple of months ago, yet he didn't think he'd be followed.

Patton chirped happily, running up to Thomas and nodded to the skewers. Thomas raised an eyebrow "you.. want then to join us for dinner?" Pattom chirped again, rising up onto his hind legs and pawing up in an honestly adorable manner. Thomas smiled, petting Logan's head to calm his fur.

"Alright, if they help us clean this up, they can join" The two Eevees seemed surprised by the news, but after Thomas explained where to put them, they rushed forwards to help.

With their help everything finished up quite quickly, Thomas starting a fire once again for when Roman and Virgil returned back. Virgil.

The trainer was now sitting in a camping chair, Logan still giving him a look of 'how dare you let these hooligans near my son and husband again', but Thomas blatantly ignored him, instead focusing on poking at the fire as Patton and the dirt covered Eevee rolled around, they one with marks around it's eye lazily watched the fire a few feet away from Thomas. He stole some glances at the strangers but inevitably realized they would commit no harm.

Though something, something was bugging him.

He sighed, dropping the stick some inches from the fires edge and leaning back in his chair, all the Eevees halting in their action and looking to the trainer as he huffed.

"Sometimes, I hate language barriers" he muttered, causing four heads to tilt, making the trainer chuckle.

"Well, I know you two tried to steal Virgil from us, you probably know him from somewhere" he waved at the wild Eevees "the only thing I don't know is, well, why" Patton and Logan perked in interest, as if realizing they never thought to think of that.

At that moment, the bushes started to shake.

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Virgil slightly winced as he picked up a falling Pecha berry, placing the berry back onto the pile. Originally the two were pulling the giant leaf topped of berries together, but berries kept rolling off, and with Roman really being the one punished, Virgil got the easy job.

 

Roman stopped for breathing break, panting slightly "c'mon Bluk Berry, please switch?" In response Virgil grabbed a Bluk berry and tossed it at Roman's face when he wasn't looking, getting a sad and insulted hiss back "nope, you got me into this, you get to do the labor Princey" Roman dropped his ears glumly "calm down you Drama Vespiquen, we're literally almost back" the idiot he called his boyfriend perked up at that, grabbing the leaf's strong stem and pulling backwards.

 

Not long afterwards they reached their final obstacle, Virgil making his way to the front and pulled the branches off to the side to make a clear path. As Roman dragged it through the same damn Pecha berry was knocked off the top, bouncing down to the ground. The dark furred Eevee huffed at it, letting the starter pass through before paddling forward and picking it up. No way he was going to leave a Pecha behind again.

 

He sighed, turning around and ducking his head, his slightly longer ears straight (or as straight as possible) back as he pushed through the bush. Seriously, why did they pick this way to come back as well, they could have moved anywhere and they came back the difficult route. He pushed his way through, his body escaping the bush only to bump right into the berry pile. Honestly it was a miracle nothing fell.

 

He placed the Pecha berry down, making his way around the pile "Roman, what the fu-" he stopped dead.

 

Roman stood in a defensive position, low growls escaping his throat. Patton perked up by a newly set fire, Logan glancing over from Thomas' lap. And then..

It

It couldn't be

He brushed against Roman, eyes wide as two pokemon he thought he would never see again stared back. Puzzle pieces he accidentally lost, ones he looked for for so long before accepting defeat.

 

One stepped forward, the stink from his fur not pleasant, but it wasn't horrible. It felt familiar in fact. The Eevee took a deep breath, before

 

"hey Little Trash" the Eevee smiled, surprisingly still in one place "did you miss us?"

 

The answer was given with Virgil tackling said sticky Eevee, purrs rolling out like a thunderstorm "its you!"

 

His brother laughed, quickly switching back to his chaotic playful nature and snapped up at the smaller, rolling them around.

 

"Hey! What about me?" The two tumbled apart, Virgil nearly bouncing up and, without noticing the completely confused gazes coming from Thomas, Logan, Roman, and Patton, bolted strait into the strangely marked Eevee, cuddling deep into the parental and brotherly figure, breathing in the long lost familiar scent. The trashy Eevee crashed into the pair, thankfully not knocking them over, joining the three Eevees into a long lost family hug.

 

It was something Virgil missed, the two scents were like a comfortable blanket, rapping around himself leaving all his worries outside. He didn't want to confront Thomas or the other, he didn't want to know if they would stay or not, Virgil just wanted to be here with them, and unbelievable, he was. He finally found half of his family he lost, he wouldn't lose them again.

 

Unfortunately though, time still existed, a attention grabbing cough came from Thomas crashing reality back down on the trio, the crackling of fire, the wind blowing through the trees

and the low growls coming from two of the other Eevees.

 

Virgil leaned back and stared curiously at his teammates, instinctively sliding a paw in front of his brothers, surprising the two. From their past prospective, Virgil always stayed back, uncomfortable with any form of pokemon battles. Yet here the youngest was, defending the two against pokemon he seemed to trust. Trust? Did he not?

 

The two Eevees shared a glace, one thing running in both their minds

was it possible to get their brother back?