#drag me through the mud why doncha

[gayerthanyoulleverbe]

Me and my friend @menaathena made kin lists today and I got absoloutely DRAGGED.

Anyway it was all in good fun go check out her artwork she fucking rocks

[abandoned-account-for-rping]

Rain

Guzma/Trans Male Reader

Rating: Mature for heavy tags

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Recovery, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Passive Suicidal Thoughts, 

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You took his hand.

He pulled you to your feet.

You told him your name.

That was all he'll need.

Rain.

Rain was good.

The rain soothed your burning flesh as the bruises finished forming. The rain cleaned your stinging eyes as you ran with your vision blurring. The rain washed away any evidence of blood as you fled the shouting.

Your vision was far from clear and your footing was less than stable but you ran with all your might. You ran until you slipped and fell face first into wet sand.

Sand… Oh god you need to keep running. But when you lifted your head you found yourself face-to-face with a pyukumuku, who curiously gurgled at you. Hano Beach. You were far from your home at the northern half of the island.

But were you safe?

You didn’t care. You didn’t move from your spot, your body giving out from exhaustion and pain. All you could do was curl up and sob.

-

Rain.

Rain was bad.

The rain soaked you to the bone as you continued to find shelter. The rain chilled the very fiber of your being as you settled in an alley. The rain mocked everything that you were.

You dragged your way underneath the shelter of a roof in Malie Garden, collapsing onto a bench. Who knows how long it’s been since then? You lost count of the days and nights when passing out at inopportune moments became a regular activity. You had made money chucking those cute pokemon back into the ocean and used the money to get a ticket to Ula’ula.

You didn’t count for the idea that there would be no steady job chucking here. So you went broke fast. At least, you would say to yourself, trying to stay positive, that you had no pokemon to worry about. No pokemon to disappoint, no pokemon to be unable to feed, no pokemon to keep your miserable company, no pokemon to help you through this terrible time, no-

You broke down into sobs. Boy, were you pathetic…

No one was in the garden in this type of weather. It was a harsh rainstorm, and if you were honest it was a miracle that you haven’t gotten sick and died yet. Not that you would be opposed to death right now.

Shit. That was a bad thought… Fuck it. You hated yourself. Only idiots do the stupid things you did. Only idiots would get themselves caught in the weather.  And you deserved to suffer the consequences.

“Oi.”

You wouldn’t have even noticed if not for the sudden hand on your shoulder, large and firm. Your anxiety sprung you up, and the sudden change of balance tipped you over. You fell backwards onto the dirt, wet and sticky from the rainwater that crept it’s way onto the once dry patch of land, but that was the last of your worries, looking at your assailant as you crawled backwards. They must have said something, but you didn’t catch it.

You only stopped when you realized the figure before you wasn’t your stepfather. No, the figure was much taller from where you were looking. But the shape was undeniably different. It was too dark to really see their figure, but their voice was masculine. Rough.

“Easy, easy kiddo! Why ya out here in this kind of weather?!”

“...”

“...”

They didn’t speak again, squatting down and extending their hand. You flinched, and their hand froze in it’s place. They were… holding it out to you. They wanted to help you up. You scooted away instead, and pushed yourself to your feet. You were still crying. You couldn’t hide it. You couldn’t stop it.

They sidestepped, going around the bench to your side.

“I ain’t here to hurt ya, promise, just-” They flailed a hand, trying to find the words. You got the impression they weren’t even sure what they were doing. “Just talk to me, girly-”

“I’M NOT A GIRL!”

You didn’t expect the sudden burst of voice, and apparently neither did they by the way they flinched. You didn’t mean to shout, but you didn’t stop to think about it. “I, am a man! I am a man, I am a MAN and I don’t care what anyone says or thinks, I am TIRED of everyone calling me a girl when I’M NOT! I’m not…” The sobs came back in full swing, and you tried to wipe your eyes with your already wet, and now mud-smudged, sleeve.

At first there was nothing. You stood there, shaking and heaving while facing this nameless person that probably was more than a little stunned. And most likely angry, if you went by experience. You were ready to hear opposition, for them to shout at you or call you stupid or to hit you, but it never came.

��...It’s alright bro, I getcha.”

You looked to them, shock and disbelief evident. Your eyes adjusted enough to get a better look at them, but you still couldn’t discern them. You only recognized the glint of a golden watch on their left hand, which was patting next to them encouragingly. “What’s a boy like you doing in this crazy ass weather? Man to man.”

He accepted you were a man. Just like that? You just screamed at him and… He still wanted to talk to you? Maybe you finally died, and he was here to guide your spirit to the beyond. Maybe he really was some concerned man, just wanting to help. You couldn’t explain why you were scared, but you felt…

You felt like you could trust him.

You sniffled, wiping all the fluids from your face as you sat down, still keeping a distance from him, just in case. “I…” You tried to speak, but after your outburst, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

The man tapped the bench with his finger. And the longer you waited to speak the faster he began to tap. You tried to grow smaller, as you tried to calm your breathing.

“Shit, where’s Plume’s when you need her..” You could just hear him groan under his breath before he spoke, too stubborn to give up. “Doncha got anywhere to go?”

You shook your head, looking at the ground in front of you.

“Oof… Runaway, huh?” You nodded, shrinking even more. “Hey, hey, it’s okay just.. Don’t start cryin’ again okay?” Silence passed for a moment, before he tried again. “No money?” A headshake. “No friends?” Another shake. “Not even any pokemon…?” You shook your head more aggressively, sucking in a breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. Now he’ll know you’re even more pathetic than you look. He didn’t ask another question, but you heard him get up.

At first, you thought he was leaving. But then you saw his dark, baggy pants blocking your view of the mud.

“Come with me.”

You looked up.

In the new angle, you could finally see him. Wet, white hair clung to his face, just barely out of the way of his grey eyes. Under his open jacket a golden pendant glinted at you, swinging to and fro as he outstretched his hand.

You stared at his grinning mug, eyes wide as dinner plates. You should have recognized this man sooner.

Guzma.

The bogeyman of the islands. The big bad boss of Team Skull. You don’t have to be a trainer to know they were bad news.

“What, a dry bed don’t sound good to ya? If yer worried about repayin’ me we can talk about it when we’re not soggier than tits.”

You stared at his open palm. If he was such bad news… why was he the first one to accept you just like that? Why was he offering you a place for the night? “A...are you sure…?”

“I’ll be sure if ya tell me your name.”

You wiped your eyes again.

His grin stretched as you looked back at him.

You took his hand.

He pulled you to your feet.

You told him your name.

That was all he needed.