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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 5 years

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Say It Again (SMUT)

anonymous said: could write a smut that features joe mazzello where he has a HUGE impregnation kink plssss

(a/n: the impregnation kink scares me as a baby hater but also would let any of them take me raw so I am… conflicted. Anyways here u go heyooo i’m back for a moment - finishing up all the requests in my inbox and then i should have requests open sometime next week!!!!)

You found Joe’s fetish by pure accident, in a completely joking moment. Well, it was a completely joking moment at first. How quickly it would turn into more was something you never anticipated – even then, the situation it led to was a welcome surprise.

It was obvious he’d always wanted to be a dad. His nephews were his world, and he went into full dad mode every time he was around them. So, of course, kids were in the cards for you two – however, you were holding off because you wanted to make sure the time was right before you jumped into something so serious. But you never would have guessed that you getting pregnant was something that got Joe so wired. And in the heat of the moment, you realized that maybe it was something you were ready for.

“I just think that maybe the German team deserved better, sue me!” Joe threw his hands up in the air dramatically, shrugging and giving you a sour look as he sat across the couch from you, clearly upset that you thought the Bellas deserved the Worlds gold.

“I just think that blah blah meh,” you mocked teasingly, Joe narrowing his eyes playfully as he crossed his arms. “You’re just salty because the Bellas are clearly superior to Das Sound Machine.”

“You take that back!” he gasped, standing up quickly. When you didn’t, he took an annoyingly long inhale, then huffed at you and stomped off towards the bedroom, yelling about your opinion and how wrong it was. Rolling your eyes, you climbed up from the couch and followed him to the bedroom, listening as he ranted the whole way there.

When it finally got quiet and he sat down on the bed, sighing, you raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you going to be okay, drama queen?”

“I don’t even know who you are any more,” he groaned melodramatically, clearly joking, but still playing a very convincing upset part while he pressed his hands to his face, sighing. “You’re not the same woman I married 40 years ago.”

Okay. That part was less convincing. You snorted at Joe, deciding not to point out that he wasn’t even in existence 40 years ago, much less married, and you walked over to the bed, crawling on top of him and laying your head on his chest as you straddled him. “Don’t be such a baby back bitch.”

“I want a divorce!” he claimed loudly, despite the lack of rings on either of your fingers, and you laughed as you shook your head, deciding to play along after all. “I can’t believe we had all these kids together, and they grew up to be mindless Bellas fans like you.”

“You’re being so dramatic, it’s not like you’re the one who got knocked up,” you replied playfully, still keeping your head resting on his chest. One of his hands found your waist, resting there casually, and you giggled softly at the ticklish feeling it briefly gave you before you continued. “After all, you were the one who came in me.”

Joe was quiet, eerily quiet, and his grip on your waist tightened as a heavy tension settled over the room. Hearing his heart start to race a bit, you furrowed your eyebrows and sat up, looking down at your boyfriend, who was a bit red in the face and almost stoic in expression as you cupped his jaw.

“You alright?” you wondered aloud, running your thumb along his jaw as he shifted beneath you, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Had you taken it too far? Was this an uncomfortable topic for him?

“Say that again,” he murmured, almost too quiet to hear, and you raised an eyebrow as you wondered whether you’d heard him right. He nodded as if he read your mind, clearing his throat a bit. “Before what you last said. Say it, please.”

A bit of realization dawned on you as you recalled what you’d said moments ago, and you chewed on your lip as it became apparent to you that Joe might have a breeding kink. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he just liked sex without a condom, but the shallow breathing that just one sentence from you had induced said otherwise.

“You came in me,” you restated, Joe’s fingers digging into your side as he let out a shaky breath, groaning softly. His eyelids fluttered for a moment, but then shot right back open as he stared up at you, an intense burning in his hazel gaze that nearly made you shrivel from how unbelievably hot it was. So Joe was into that? You scooted back a bit as he sat up on one elbow, dropping his other hand from your waist and grazing his fingertips over your hip before he let it come to rest on your thigh, gripping it just tight enough to let you know he was there.

“C’mere, babe,” he muttered, and you couldn’t help but smash your lips to his, overwhelmed by how quickly the situation had shifted over into something so sensual, so real. But he met your lips with the exact same energy, moving in sync with you as your bodies pressed together, both of you sinking back down onto the bed as the kiss deepened. His tongue was soon delving into your mouth, tasting, exploring, and swirling around your own – meanwhile, his hand that was once on your thigh slid upwards. His fingertips snuck under the hem of your shorts, gliding over your skin just as easily as the moan of your name that tumbled forth from his mouth when you pulled away from the kiss and moved your lips to his neck. “You don’t know what you do to me sometimes, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his free hand moving to weave into your hair as he reveled in the feeling of your bites and kisses along his neck.

“Did you like that?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled by his skin as you continued to pepper love bites along his collarbone, not wanting him to see the slight blush that was overtaking your face as you prepared your next words. This was uncharted territory, and you had no idea how far Joe was wanting to take it, so you were slowly testing the boundaries, seeing where things went. “You wanna come in me? Take me raw?”

“Oh, Jesus,” he barely breathed out, his voice trembling as he heard your words. Making a note to yourself that you were on the right track, you waited to see what he did next as you pulled away, tugging your shirt off and tossing it to the side. But you didn’t even have to wait long, Joe being so excited about the situation he immediately launched into a sort of babble that made you wonder how long he’d been compartmentalizing it all. His lips were swollen from the previous kisses, holding back nothing as he practically whined. “Yes. So, so bad. Wanna fuck you raw, fill you up. Put a baby in you.”

Woah. The shock must have registered on your face because he was immediately sitting up, cupping your face and apologizing profusely, but you cut him off before he could feel too embarrassed. “Joe, Joe, Joe,” you crooned, cutting him off and taking his hands in yours as you pulled them away from your face. He silenced, still looking slightly regretful, but he waited patiently for you to speak, holding in his apologies for the moment. “It’s okay,” you reassured, moving his hands to your ass and resting them there before draping your arms over his shoulder as mild confusion flitted over his face. “Don’t just talk the talk,” you murmured, your lips brushing up against his for a moment before you gave him a brief, chaste kiss, giving him a moment to process what you were saying.

And it did take a moment, but then his eyes widened, and he could barely stop himself before he was stumbling over his words. Instead, he cleared his throat, then let out a shaky exhale and asked, “You mean it?”

One nod from you and he was on you like Velcro, flipping the both of you over and moving up so you were comfortably resting against the pillows. They were a gentle presence cushioning your shoulders and head, while Joe’s motions were the antithesis – his lips worked desperately against you, his hands tugging your shorts down eagerly in erratic, hurried motions. But you didn’t mind the contrast. The fact that he was this excited to fuck you was enough to make a shiver run down your spine, and the shallow, sharp breathing that punctuated his movements signaled to you that he couldn’t slow down if he tried.

To take the attention off of his shaky attempts to undress you, you kicked your shorts off before tugging at the string to his sweatpants, willing him to take them off himself while you rid yourself of your panties. He obliged, pushing his sweatpants off and tossing them to the side before also ridding himself of his shirt. Now, he hovered over you with just his boxers on, and you could tell he was already painfully hard by the way his cock strained against the fabric.

A small smile played at the corner of your lips as you tugged his boxers down, looking up at him, and the way he smiled back made your heart melt for just a second. Just a second, because then he was working on taking his boxers off, his eyes roaming down your body as he did so. When he finally sprung free of the restraint, you weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do next, so when he laid on his chest between your legs and started trailing slow, sweet kisses up your inner thigh, you were genuinely taken aback. For being in such a hurry moments ago, he seemed to really want to take his time with this part, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the change in pace. Joe being so desperate to get you undressed had gotten you riled up, so now you were a bit frustrated that he’d hit the brakes.

As his mouth neared your core, a small mumble from him distracted you from all of your curiosities and frustrations. “Have I ever told you I love you?” he asked, thought it was sort of a redundant question. Joe was always telling you how much he loved you – in fact, he kind of never shut up about it.

“Once or twice,” you murmured back, a playful edge to your voice, but it was quickly eradicated as Joe delved his tongue into your folds. Licking one long stripe upwards, he mumbled a response again, the vibrations stimulating your clit ever-so-slightly and making you shiver.

“Well, I fucking love you.” Then his tongue was on your clit, applying pressure to it just to play with you, and you let out a low moan as you used all of your remaining willpower not to grind on his tongue. “You’re so beautiful. And you’re gonna look so gorgeous when I-“

“Joe,” you whimpered, upset at the loss of his tongue already, and his hazel eyes met your gaze questioningly as you let out a soft huff, raising an eyebrow to imply something you didn’t really want to say out loud that bad. “Please.”

He hummed in amusement for a moment, then his eyes flicked back down to his original focus before his mouth was on you again, this time easily devouring you. Squirming in pleasure, you couldn’t help but let out filthy strings of curses as his tongue dipped in and out of you, exploring places that made your head spin. And his nose rubbing up against your clit as he shamelessly ate you out was just a bonus – by the time you were able to get a grasp on something, his hair, you were already halfway to your orgasm just from his mouth alone.

His tongue brushed up against your clit again before he placed an open-mouthed kiss on it and sucked it lazily. And finally, you managed to choke it out. “Joe, I-I need you inside me.”

“Yeah? My fingers?” he muttered, just a hint of a sultry gravel tone to his voice as he pulled away from your core for a moment, about to move his hand from where it had been resting on your hip. But you stopped him, grabbing his wrist, and his eyes flew up to meet yours curiously.

“No,” you almost whispered, shaking your head as you let go of his wrist. Spreading your legs out just a bit more, you moved your other hand from where it had been tangled in his hair. Taking his chin in between your forefinger and thumb, you ignored your own wetness that decorated the lower parts of his face as you gave him as serious of a look as you could manage when you were completely fucked out from his mouth. Admiring how wickedly good he looked like this for a moment, you smiled just a bit before regaining your composure. “Fuck me. No condom.”

“Oh, Christ,” he muttered, almost sounding like he was praising the holy one as much as he was cursing him. Crawling up so he was hovering over you, he rested his weight on one elbow while taking himself in the other hand, running the tip of his already-swollen cock up through your folds to position himself as you chewed on your lip. “You sure about this? You know what it means, right?”

“Damn right I do,” you replied quickly, still looking Joe straight in the eye, and he groaned obscenely loud before lining up at your entrance, short, quick breaths leaving his mouth. To silence himself from being any louder, he crashed his lips to yours one last time, muffling a soft groan that had been threatening to follow the first, but you coaxed it out of him anyways when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his own.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he muttered as he reluctantly separated from the kiss, and before you could make a joke about his choice of words, he was pushing into you, the feeling of him without a condom not alien but definitely not very familiar – it had been a while, practically years. It was so much more real, for the both of you – you could tell by the way Joe’s mouth dropped open as he bottomed out that he was on cloud 9, and he hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. “God, you feel so good. Holy shit, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“Beats me,” you breathed out, your eyelids fluttering closed as you relaxed and adjusted to the feeling of him filling you, your head sinking back into the pillow and your lips staying slightly parted. Joe sat up, shamelessly ogling the sight of you in complete relaxation as he wrapped your legs around his waist, resting his hands on your thighs. And then he was moving, his hips canting forward against yours as he started out slow, just rocking in and out of you and making blissful sounds of satisfaction tumble out of your lips.

Joe was just as pleased, his breath catching in his throat as he marveled at how incredible he felt at the moment. So when you murmured for him to go faster, he obliged willingly, speeding up his thrusts and going deeper and deeper as one of his hands slid up to find purchase on your waist, gripping it tightly. The sound of skin on skin started to fill the room, Joe starting to pound into you as the realization of what was taking place washed over him once again. He couldn’t help himself as he realized he was really doing this, his hips snapping forward eagerly and slamming into you as you responded with a simple whimper, too overwhelmed by pleasure to form words.

“Jesus Christ-“ he muttered, mainly to himself, and his head fell back a bit as he sped up for a small spell, desperately fucking into you and making you whimper his name in pleasure. “Fuckkkk,” he groaned, finally slowing back down a bit and taking his time to thrust deep and hard. “So fucking good, baby girl, you feel so good.”

“God, you feel fucking amazing too,” you managed to breathe out, overwhelmed by how much more sensitive you were as Joe took you raw. You could feel how impossibly veiny and hard he was, every slight ridge on his cock stimulating you in all kinds of ways as you quickly felt yourself approaching your high. “Faster, bubs, I’m so close.”

“Faster?” Joe asked, nodding before starting to thrust faster again, grunting in pleasure as he did so. “Oh Christ, I- Babe, I won’t last much longer if I keep going this fast.”

“That’s okay, Joe, just fucking cum in me,” you breathed out, your hand reaching down to take the one of his that was resting on your hip. He laced your fingers together, then resumed the position on your waist.

“Baby, that’s so hot,” he almost growled, his hips suddenly slowing down as he gazed down at you with a dazed, lustful expression. He waited expectantly, still moving his hips, but only half as fast as he spoke again. “Say it again.”

“Cum in me, Joe!” you almost whined, frustrated at the slowing of the pace again. But your words sparked another excitement in Joe that sent him into an animalistic frenzy, his hips meeting yours flush as your heels dug into his lower back, pulling him in even closer, if that was possible. Desperately chasing both of your highs, your mouth kept rambling as he fucked into you, his hooded eyes nearly completely closed as his lips remained somewhat parted, small grunts of approval leaving them every once in a while. “Fill me up! Don’t stop until it’s leaking out of me. C’mon, babe.”

“Oh my god,” Joe muttered, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he felt his high getting threateningly close from your words. His thrusts were hard and quick, but getting sloppier by the second. “M’gonna cum, baby girl. Gonna put my seed in you. Oh shit, oh f-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you were clenching around him, crying out his name brokenly as you hit your climax, your back arching up off the bed just a bit. And your orgasm triggered his, pulling him over the edge and eliciting a litany of swear words forth from his lips as he buried himself inside of you, releasing with a shattered groan.

When he finally pulled out after both of you had ridden out your highs, he quickly had to grab a few tissues from the bedside table as his cum actually did start to seep out of you, threatening to ruin the sheets you’d just washed a couple days ago. He cleaned you up, then himself, and proceeded to collapse on the bed next to you.

There were no words to be said after something like that. All that was supposed to be spoken had already been said in the heat of the moment, and now there was nothing left to do but snuggle back into your boyfriend’s embrace as he pulled you into a snuggling session, his toned arms pulling you back against him as he spooned you.

But after a while of enjoying the silent company, you had to say it. It was on your mind, and there was no more waiting.

“You know, I’m not exactly psyched that this just happened because of Pitch Perfect…. You’re kind of fucked up, Mazzello.”

A deliriously happy laugh bubbled up from Joe’s chest, tickling the back of your ear as he nuzzled your hair, one of his hands coming to rest on your stomach. His fingers splayed out and rested there, cradling a nonexistent baby bump that he was already ready for just minutes afterwards. And then, he replied. “Let’s name our kid after that guy from Das Sound Machine.”

“No! I’m officially removing you from the naming committee, that was a terrible suggestion. Ben is now in your place. Hope you’re happy!”

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princeselfinserts-moved · 5 years

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A-Z for Zawa :3c

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IS,,, UNDER CUT FOR SMUT,,,,

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Shouta nearly puts more energy into aftercare then the actual intercourse lmao. He’ll make sure I’m comfortable, do I have enough pillows? Do I have any particularly bad aches I’d like him to massage? Would I prefer to clean the cum off my skin but don’t want to have a shower right now because I’d rather cuddle? Shouta will get those pillows, he’ll massage my thighs and stomach while giving me gentle kisses, he’ll get a warm bowl of water and a cloth to clean my legs as he praises how pretty he thinks I am.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shouta’s favourite part of his body is his arms because they let him feel Crypto’s body and pleasure them. His favourite part of Crypto’s body is their thighs!! Shouta likes how thick they are and it arouses him that its mostly muscle he wants to know if crypto could smash a watermelon between them science demands too know,,,,

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s kinda hyper-aware of Crypto’s cycle so even thought I take the pill Shouta makes sure to wear condoms during the high fertile arch of my cycle. But!!! Shouta finds the act of cumming on my thighs, stomach and chest extremely hot. It’s a more primal pleasure at knowing that he’s the only one who gets to see that sight.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He uh, Shouta would like to try having sex while Crypto has a partial shift going on to make them look like a cat-girl but he’s too embarrassed to ask about the possibility.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a couple partners before so he knows how to properly prepare his partner, and he’s particularly skilled at tying them up kayama probably hooked him up with a bdsm club so he could safely explore his interest in it and here we are years later smh.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary definitely, fall & eagle are a couple more. Face-sitting/Emmanuel is an oral one he’s a BIG fan of but he also really likes the Inquisitor because it lets him watch me try to squirm out from under his arms holding me down.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends on the situation? Shouta is always at least a little bit serious, but if Crypto looks nervous or even a tiny bit scared of trying something out Shouta will smile reassuringly and compliment me until I’ve relaxed or told him what about the situation is making me worried.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Yeah the colours match lmao, Shouta tries to keep it trimmed because it tangles less and that habit of tangling pubic hair has annoys him. He can’t really keep up with how fast it grows so its kind of choppy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Shouta likes us being as close as possible to each, my legs curled around the backs of his thighs and our chests pressed together as he murmurs endless praise over how good everything feels, how beautiful I am, how he can’t believe he’s lucky enough to have me and all the while Shouta will be kissing all over my neck and face practically radiating love in every motion.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Shouta doesn’t really masturbate because he thinks its time he could be using to work on cases or grade the students work. But if he’s particularly stressed, tense or has pent up energy Shouta will squeeze one out while in the shower so he doesn’t have to have a second one.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage is a VERY big kink of his, being able to tie Crypto up and restrict practically all movement? It’s endlessly arousing to him that I trust him that much. Sensory Deprivation and Orgasm Denial are another big two, he likes seeing me shiver as I try to guess where he’ll touch me next and the way I end up mindlessly begging him to just let me cum makes Shouta groan.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Ironically very vanilla but the bedroom is his favourite place to have sex and more often then not if we’re somewhere else in the house Shouta will just pick me up and carry me there. Sometimes we will do it on the couch and when he insists on pampering me Shouta will occasionally instigate very slow touchy feely sex in the bath as I sit on hit lap.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Thigh highs, if Crypto wears thigh highs especially the one with little cat ears and faces Shouta will want to see how many times he can cum on my stomach and upper thighs before he dirties my socks. Visible hickeys as well, Shouta loves seeing the proof that I’m willing to let him so close to me while I’m so vulnerable.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public sex, just the idea of other people excluding if it were a poly relationship makes him uncomfortable. He’s a hero, and a teacher and basically a father to Eri the idea of his students or the media stumbling upon whatever videos that would probably be taken makes Shouta feel sick to his stomach. Even more so because he knows Crypto hates how revealing their costume has to be for them to have an affordable amount of fabric that merges with their quirk so they aren’t replacing every time they shift forms.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Shouta prefers giving over receiving, the fact that the simple act of him eating me out gets me so aroused really gets him going. The reason he’s a little iffy about receiving is because he’s concerned he might accidentally choke me even though Shouta knows I have the strength to hold his hips down.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

hhhhHHHHHHHHH SHOUTA??? AAAAAA!!!!!!! Most of the time he’s slowish wanting us to milk as much pleasure as possible but Shouta is also just as fond of a rough pacing, especially so when we’ve got more private time then normal. Also,,,, he finds it cute how flustered I get when he asks for permission to be rougher even though he knows he doesn’t even need to ask.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t actually like penetrative quickies, is its him getting me off with his fingers or me giving him a quick blowjob it’s fine. But Shouta thinks penetrative sex should have a long buildup and only be rushed if the pacing is because of passion rather than a time limit.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Shouta is willing to try out most things at least once but only ever after nearly ten minutes+ of making sure I know what the safe-word is and that he prioritises how comfortable I am over any pleasure he could potentially get.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It’s not really high but also not really low? One rounds is most common because we don’t have much free time but when we’ve got more time two and maybe three rounds are more common because we have low-key competitions on who can make the other orgasm more lmao. aaaa thats embarrassing to admit \(//∇//)\

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

jdkakfkkskfg Shouta he uh he’s got various ropes, silks, blindfolds, vibrators, gags he’s pretty into BDSM and he looked about ready to throw a party when finding out that that’s super arousing for me lmao. It’s pretty rare but if I can surprise him or if he’s tired but too aroused to sleep Shouta will let me tie him up and do all the work. I love spoiling him but he doesn’t let me do it a lot :/ also kayama got me a strap as a gag gift but its more of a “for when shouta is feeling down and i can convince him to let me pleasure him” gift.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Shouta!!! Shouta teases Crypto so much!!! He knows listening to him talk about all the things he want to do while stroking my sides gets me flustered super quick. Except!!! He’ll do that!!! And then Shouta will sigh dramatically and leave to do some paperwork or cook or I’ll realise he has hero work because Shouta will get dressed in his costume and leave me having to wait until he’s back from work ughhh.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shouta is kinda at normal speaking level, he doesn’t yell a lot nearly never actually and the more overwhelmed he gets the harder it is for him to voice his thoughts higher than a hiss. Lots of grunts!! Growing, hissing letting out pants and moans and mindless babbling praise.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Shouta is fucking amazing at dirty talk but he also implies a lot that he has a breeding kink he doesn’t want to admit too having or doesn’t realise he has it. And I’m to flustered at the idea to ask him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Uhh its a little longer then normal and sort of arches up the closer to the head you get. Shouta’s got a normal thickness but the veins on his penis pulse a lot so its just aaaaaa.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Hm it’s? Kind of low to medium, it depends a lot on how much stress his work is giving him. Shouta is also on the aspec scale because he doesn’t find most things arousing and without a partner his sex drive drops.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Shouta has a pretty low energy level on a day to day basis and most of it goes to his hero/teacher work but he always stays awake until he’s sure I’m comfortable. After that he’ll drop off really quick though.

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sparklebitch · 6 years

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After a couple days after The Lance dying incident, Lance suddenly feels really sick and nauseous (after they got shiro and everything they went to a near by planet to get what they need before they go to earth) Lance suddenly feels super tired so he excuses himself from breakfast and goes to his room and sleeps all day and night. The next morning he wakes up to feel really sore, when he looks over at a mirror he screams bc hes altean (he's basically the male version of Allura)part1lookfor part2

“Everyone comes running into his room and they all just stare at Lance while Lance freaks out. Coran looks at everyone and then back to Lance he then gets in a defensive position and asks where Lance was Lance looks at Coran and screams I AM LANCE WHAT HAPPENED TO ME Allura remembers when Lance died and how she revived him, she then tells everyone else what happened and then shiro sits down next to Lance and puts his one arm around him and tries to comfort Lance and then you can end it(shance?)p2″

“Hey, can you do some Shance Langst? I’m really fucked up over the new season”

“hi i’m not sure where to send in a langst prompt but may you write one that addresses the after affect of how lance feels about essentially dying or almost dying n being revived by allura??? preferably after season six while they are traveling back to earth or something !!! thank u”

A lot of people asked for Shance Langst so here it is! Also I know it’s kind of lazy to put this many prompts in one fic but I have a ton and they basically all say the same thing so… yeah lol.

Trigger warnings are posted in the tags.

“Hey, uh, I think I’m going to take a nap” Lance said,standing up from the table. Shiro frowned up at Lance in concern.

“You just woke up” he stated. “Are you feelingalright?” he asked quietly. Lance stared down at his feet and gulped.

“I should be asking you that” Lance said, ignoring his question. Lance had gone toShiro’s door crying more times than he was willing to admit in the last fewdays. As soon as he would fall asleep he would have nightmares about dying. Hehadn’t had time to process his own death and resurrection, so it wasmanifesting in his dreams.

“Lance,” Shiro loosely gripped Lance’s wrist. “Do youwant to talk about it?” Most of the time when he ended up crying in Shiro’s bedhe felt awful. He apologized over and over for inconveniencing Shiro. Shiro wasthe one who had been trapped in his lion’s consciousness, unable to communicatewith anyone.

“I’m fine, Shiro” Lance assured him. “I just didn’tget enough sleep” he met Shiro’s eyes to convince him that he really was okay.Shiro searched Lance’s face, and then reluctantly let go of his wrist.

“Alright…” Lance crossed his arms and nodded his headat Shiro before leaving the room. The moment he was alone in the hallway hedoubled over and gripped his head. He felt awful. His stomach was cramping, andhis head was pounding. Lance felt like his skull was going to burst. He took aminute to steady himself and then he continued on toward his room.

When he finally arrived at his room he fell face downon his bed and curled up into a ball. He was so tired and sore that he couldbarely move. Lance let his head drop down on to the pillow and let the sleep overtakehim.

~ ~

Lance was groggy when he woke up. His whole body ached.Every inch of his skin felt like it was on fire. Lance groaned and rolled overon his bed. He had no idea what time it was. It had to be late. He probablymissed dinner. Lance stood up and stretched. Aside from the weird sensations onhis skin he felt much better. The nap had really helped. He didn’t feel nauseousany more.

It wasn’t until Lance walked into the bathroom that henoticed the changes in his appearance. It took him a moment to realize that theface in the mirror wasn’t his. Or at least, the him that he remembered.

His eyes were the first thing he noticed. They weren’tmuch different, aside from the alarming brightness of them. It wasn’t that thecolor had changed, they were just… brighter. At first, he disregarded it ashaving gotten too much sleep, but then his gaze traveled to his hair. It wassnow-white. Lance frowned in confusion. He rubbed his eyes and then blinked themrapidly before turning back to the mirror. His hair hadn’t changed.

“What the hell?” Lance whispered. His eyes were suddenlydrawn down to his cheeks, where two dimly glowing marks were, prominently standingout the light pink against his skin. And his ears. They were larger than morepointed, like Allura’s.

Allura.

Lance froze after studying his appearance for far toolong. He looked… exactly like Allura. But why would he look like Allura? Unless…

Lance let out a startled scream, his chest fillingwith fear. He dropped to the ground so that he wouldn’t have to look at himselfany longer. He pulled his knees to his chest as panic welled up inside of him.He was barely aware of the scream still ripping through his throat, until someonepounded on the door.

“Lance? What’s going on? What’s happening?” Coran’s voicecalled through the door. Lance’s screams cut off into whimpers.

What had happened to him? Why did he look like that?

“Move out of the way!” Shiro’s voice boomed. There wasa loud crash as he rammed into the door, breaking it open. He stumbled throughand grabbed ahold of the counter to keep from falling over. Coran and Allura rushedthrough the door after him. Coran was the first to see Lance, curled up againstthe wall. Lance lifted his eyes to meet Coran’s, shooting him a desperatepleading look.

“Who are you?” Coran demanded to know. “Where’s Lance?What did you do with him!?” Allura tensed as she noticed the white-haired boycrouching on the floor.

“How did you get in here?” she asked sharply. Lance beganto cry desperately.

“It- it’s me” he babbled. “It’s me! It’s me, Lance. I’mLance! I swear I’m Lance” Allura took a threatening step toward Lance, preparingto demand answers, but Shiro stepped in front of her, blocking her from Lance.

“If you really are Lance, then—” Shiro shot a look atAllura. Lance was sobbing now, trying to hide himself in his arms. “Shiro, wehave to ask questions. We didn’t ask you questions and—” Her sentence trailedoff, the implication very clear. Shiro glanced at Lance, cowering on the floor,and then back at Allura. “If you really are Lance, then how did this happen?”She asked. “Lance is not Altean”

“A- Altean?” Lance stuttered, tears still streamingdown his face. He had been thinking it, but he didn’t understand how. Why.

“Yes. That’s what I said” Allura said, her voiceclipped. “Lance is not- not Altean…” her voice trailed off. She turned to Shiroand then looked back at Lance. Her eyes suddenly widened in realization. “Oh mygod” she breathed.

“What? Princess, what is it?” Coran asked with a frown.Allura covered her mouth with her hand.

“When he died…” she whispered. “I had to bring himback… It must have transferred over and turned him Altean” she said in disbelief.Coran shook his head.

“But that doesn’t make sense” he said. “You brought Shiroback and he isn’t Altean”

“But Shiro’s body didn’t die. His spirit was simply lockedaway in the lion. All I did was put it back where it belong. But Lance… He died.He stopped breathing, his heart stopped beating. I had to do more than justbring his spirit back. I had to bring his body back as well” While she wasexplaining this, Shiro crouched down in front of Lance.

“Hey, are you alright?” he whispered. Lance wasshaking as he continued to cry.

“I- I- I don’t understand what’s happening” Lancesobbed. Shiro settled down next to Lance and slung his arm around him.

“Shh… you’re alright” Shiro said soothingly. “You’realright. Nothing’s wrong” Allura was still rambling to Coran about how it waspossible. “Guys” Shiro said sternly to them. They looked at him in surprise,completely forgetting that they were even there. They quietly made their wayout of the room, leaving Lance and Shiro alone. “What are you thinking, Lance?”Shiro asked, saying the same things he did to calm Lance down when he came tohim in the middle of the night.

“I can’t—” Lance shook his head, causing a few moretears to fall down his cheeks. Shiro leaned over and wiped them away.

“Yes, you can” he said gently. “What are you thinking?”

“I- I diedShiro” Lance said, his eyes unusually wide and his mouth hanging open. He was feelinga combination of confusion, fear, and horror. He hadn’t processed his deathvery well. There hadn’t been time before, but now…

Now all Lance had was time.

“But you came back. You’re alive, Lance. You’re okay”Lance clenched his fists.

“I know but… what if I hadn’t” Lance said, tilting hischin up to look at Shiro. “I- I could’ve- what if I—” Shiro rubbed Lance’s armto try and calm him down.

“But you didn’t die, Lance. You survived. We bothsurvived. I never thought that I was going to escape, but I did. I know it wasscary. Terrifying, even. But you can’t lose faith in us, in your team. We’vealways got your back” Lance listened to his words and then sighed.

“I know…” he chewed on his lip as he rubbed his eyes. “You’reright” Something was still bothering him, Shiro could tell.

“What else is bothering you?”

“I look… I’m different now. I look like a differentperson now” he said, his voice small.

“That’s okay” Shiro said. “People change. And look” Shirosaid, brushing Lance’s hair out of his face. “We match” Lance let out a halflaugh half sob and leaned into Shiro’s touch. Shiro pulled Lance closer

“What if my family doesn’t recognize me?” he asked quietly,laying his head down on Shiro’s chest. Shiro had to strain to hear him. “Whenwe get back to Earth?”

“Lance are you kidding me?” Shiro laughed. “It doesn’tmatter how much your appearance changed, you family will always remember you”

“Are you sure?” Lance asked. Shiro tightened his grip onLance.

“I promise” he bent down and kissed the top of Lance’swhite hair. The corner of Lance’s mouth curled up and he closed his eyes.

“I love you” he said. Shiro looked down in surprise.

“I- I love you, too, Lance” Shiro said with a smile.

#langst #voltron #vld #lance mcclain #shance #prompts #mine #anonymous #vld spoilers

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tumblunni · 6 years

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Okay the BIG TODAY THING

It seems i might possibly be gone for six months

I've been talking with my support worker about taking a course at this place thats uhh apparantly gonna help me get better with the depressions and stuff. And we had a meeting to go look around the place and make introductions and stuff but i had NO IDEA it would be all such short notice! I might have to move in IN TWO DAYS FROM NOW, what the fuck!!! And like if its not that its gonna be at the end of the week or next tuesday at the latest. Im so fuckin unprepared and im really freakin out!!

..uhh...how to describe it..well i guess its literally a mental asylum? But it's absolutely NOTHING like the horror movie stereotype! Its not a hospital with cages or locked rooms, its just like a big comfy cute shared house. Like a bunch of completely normal small apartment rooms but they just happen to be all connected to a shared kitchen and stuff and have on site nurses and a big schedule of therapy sessions and group activities like pottery class or bowling. You have the freedom to come and go as you please if you're on "voluntarily admitted" status (that's me!) and even if you're on what they call "sectioned" its still not scary loss of all your freedom. The highest level of sectioning is just like "requires an escort"? You're still allowed to go outside but you have a higher level of supervision from your key worker because you could potentially be a danger to yourself. But that's very rare and most people are only on maximum sectioning for a few weeks at the start of their treatment, if they've come straight from a situation of self harm or other concern factors. Most of the "sectioned" patients just have a time limit on how long they can spend on unsupervised outside activity. It's a pretty generous 8 hours apparantly!

So yeah i was getting worried about nothing, thinking i was gonna be in big scary solitary confinement and locked inside a tiny broom closet or jabbed with brain lazers. It honestly just seems like a summer camp resort for adults! And everyone there seems very nice, and im excited for being able to learn life skills like cooking and potential steps towards getting educational qualifications someday. And to have the help of a more specialist support worker who can assist me with even the smallest little problems. Like this nice lady Tazmin (who might be the one i get?) was saying how they've had other people with social anxiety before, and how we could plan "gradual exposure" to all the things that scare me. Like she said she'd be able to come with me and we'd take the bus and them get off at the next stop. That'd honestly be really helpful to help me get over being scared of the crowded spaces on buses, but i'd never be able to do it normally cos i'd be too embarassed taking such a short bus ride. Plus well itd be a waste of money,but if i'm a patient here i would get a free bus pass so it wouldnt be a problem.

Oh and the area seems really nice! Its so different from my stupid house right now in a crowded neighbourhood with NOTHING but houses everywhere for a mile! Its seriously almost a mile's walk to the ONE SINGULAR SHOP IN THE AREA and they close on sundays and dont sell vegetarian food. :( This area around the shared house thingie is a really nice bustling shops place but not super shops? Like i mean its a lovely village that has all the small shops you need, not a huge skyscrapers busy tourist place. The perfect balance of conveinient and not scary! They have a library and a park so close to the place, and a bazillion charity shops holy FUCK im so excited to have charity shops again!! I think you call them thrift shops in america? But i just always really love bargain hunting and finding nice surprises in places like that! And there's places to do pottery classes and group trips sometimes to do stuff like cinema or bowling or just having your big ol scary therapy meeting at the nice coffee shop at the end ot the road.

So yeah dont worry about me guys, im not trapped in some horribke hell place! I'm sure it'll be as non threatening as an Intensive Therapy Boot Camp can possibly be, im just still nervous as hell cos well yeah I Have Social Anxiety And That Is Why I Am Here In The First Place. Im scared im not gonna be able to succeed at this. I really wanna leave at the end and be all mentally buffed up and ready to make all these nice nurses proud!

Oh and man Richard has been so nice about this?? He was super freaked out and apologetic about it being Scary Short Notice, we had a bit of a dumb misunderstanding where he clearly told me and i clearly said yes but i somehow completely misunderstood what he was saying and thought i was saying yes to something else??? So im so fuckin glad that at the very end of the appointment right when i was gonna get out the car he was like 'oh so remember your suitcase on wednesday' and i was like WHAT. Like man can you imagine how much more terrifying it would have been if i just turned up on wednesday with no supplies but the shirt off my back and was like 'wtf where is he driving me OH GOD NO'. Bunni why you so bad at the good of talking!! Seriously richard thanks so much for clearing it up but also AAAAA i accidentally agreed to the shortest of short notice and i dont know if he's gonna be able to reschedule it!!!

And man i was there crying in his car about how i dont wanna be in hospital on my birthday, and babbling all the different things i had planned fot the next few months. And GOD DAMN MY DUMB BRAIN i ended up blurting out that i had a preorder of a videogame that i was gonna miss. And i straight up started explaining pokemon to my mental health counseller who is also a dj, how damn fake does my life sound?? Anyway he said that i'll still be able to keep him as my support worker when i get back out of this, and we'll still have weekly or monthly meetings while i'm in there. And he keeps reminding me that i'm free to leave if i feel uncomfortable, but i know that i'd feel like a failure if i did! So he legit fuckin goddamn said (THIS SOUNDS SO FAKE) that i could take a day off when the dumb game comes out, and he'd play co op pokemon with me. HOLY GEEZUS RICHARD YOU'RE LIKE THAT HOLY GRAIL OF THERAPISTS! And man he even said it wasnt embarassing for me to sleep with a teddy bear and he'd help me pack it up safe and ensure nobody saw it while we move my bags into my new room. And then i was like "uhh but also the teddy bear is a giant lifesize embarassing pokemon merchandise" and he was like "okay so we need DOUBLE STEALTH". Apparantly the new sequel to Pokemon Go is Pokemon Sneak! God he helped calm me down from this freakout so much, he's always great with lil jokes and motivational sayings. And i talked about how i first started being interested in Obscure Deep Sea Slug Facts because pokemon has some characters based on weird real life animals, and like its Very Educational Honest, And Has Appeal For Both Kids And Adults. How on earth did this turn into Motovational Pokemon Blabber Time??? Anyway thats how i ended up texting a professional psychologist pictures of gastrodon at 7.30pm.

Yeah

In summary

I'm mostly just worried cos this is short notice! And cos its such a big commitment that being short notice is Super Bad. I need to friggin clean the whole house top to bottom in two days, so it doesnt get all gross and attract flies while im gone. And i need to toss out like a hundred bucks worth of frozen food that aint gonna keep for 6 months. And i need to wash all my damn clothes. And i dont even have a suitcase and this is at a terrible time where i dont get paid for a week so i cant buy a new one right now!! And damn i DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO TAKE AAAAAA

And the BIGGEST PROBLEM

Is that i wont be able to talk to you guys for half a year!!!

They dont have wifi and im not allowed to take my computer anyway. They only allow laptops and all i have is a desktop and AAAA its too short notice to save up enough to get a laptop mannnnn! Fuck man i didnt even think about that, i need to go pause my broadband internet for six months, do they even allow you to come back after that long?? And man part of me wants to ask to borrow money from friends to get a laptop but i know this time i cant promise to pay you back within the month cos AAAGH ALL OF THIS SHIT!! Like damn man if anyone is willing to let me pay back a hundred and fifty quid in 6 months??not bloody likely!! And man the only place to get a laptop in TWO GODDAMN DAYS is stupid fuckin Amazon :( but god im gonna go stir crazy being unable to do art or gamemaking or friggin anything to occupy myself!! I can bring my 3ds but i barely have any games for it and ive already finished all of them except harvest moon a new beginning which i quit cos it was bad. And the screen is broken anyway gahhh. SO MANY THINGS I NEED MONEY FOR IN SUCH A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME THAT IS NON CONDUCTIVE TO MONEYING

So anyway GAHH i wont have an internet connection in the house, and i'll be able to walk down the hill and use the library computers hopefully at least weekly, but they forbid all social media sites. So like can i get the emails of everyone who wants to keep in contact? Man i dont know how im gonna manage this AAAAA!!! i will send u loads of pics of scenic asylum beauty and dumb updates on my stupid life of probably very little progress.

And AGGGHHH i dont even have the time to plan a blog queue or anything fuck man geez aaaaaaaa

I NEED TO BUY A NEW PAIR OF TROUSERS WITHOUT HOLES IN THE KNEES man i cant live on singular pantage in a shared house

#bunni is gone #alas #mourn they #soon to be departed from the web

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royal-despair-threads · 5 years

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Raiden & Izaya [Prologue]

After some time, Raiden found himself in the gym. He wasn't usually the sort of person to work out, his training regime consisted of more traditional sumo exercises, but he was curious to see what was in this room. After some searching, he heard the sound of shuffling coming from the closet in the room.

Approaching the closet with caution, Raiden spoke out loud.

"Hello? Is somebody in there?"

He didn't want to end up getting into a deadly situation, especially not when he was in a place like this.

Izaya nearly did a full forward roll as the voice made them sit up stupidly fast in surprise. Their stomach lurched and they nearly gagged at the momentary pain. Heck. Someone was here! What should they do?! "....U-Um....yes?" Came the obviously post-crying session voice from inside. Izaya wiped their eyes red trying to get rid of any tears.

Raiden heard the familiar voice coming from the closet and approached it slowly, not wanting to scare the other.

"It's alright, it's just me. May I open the door?" Raiden's voice had a tinge of concern to it. He could tell that Izaya had been crying. He hoped that the other was alright.

Oh! Raiden. Izaya nodded before realising, of course, that Raiden couldn't see them. "Y-yeah, o-of course!" They tried to sound happy but hooo boy was it forced.

Raiden opened the door and gazed at Izaya. Oh yes, it looked like they had been crying all right. Raiden felt sorry for them. "Are you okay, Izaya? Do you want to talk?" He spoke in a gentle manner as he crouched beside the other.

"I, um, w-well, I-" they babbled, avoiding eye contact, "I d-don't want to be a burden on you too, Raiden-san..."

Raiden gave them a warm smile and shook his head. "You will not be a burden to me, Izaya-san. Besides, it is better to talk about your worries than let them stay inside you. Please, tell me what is wrong."

Well, here goes nothing. Izaya exhaled, "I....Okay. I'm, um, I'm convinced that everyone...well, that I'm-" Inhale. Exhale, "That I'm just a burden on everyone. I know I'm a coward. I....Whenever I try to be brave I just m-make things worse. And all- all I do is make t-trouble for everyone, just like I b-burdened Leon-!" Tears could hardly wait to roll down Izaya's cheeks again, putting their previous effort to shame. "I-I'm sorry.." they apologised while they wiped their eyes again.

Raiden listened as the other spoke, his mouth in a neutral expression. He felt for Izaya - there was nothing worse than feeling like you were a burden on someone else.

As Izaya began to cry, Raiden gently began patting their back. "You have nothing to be sorry about. Izaya, the situation we are in is a frightening one. The fact that you feel scared is only natural, but believe me when I say you are braver than you think you are."

He gazed at them with his bright green eyes, his smile growing as he talked.

"You are not a burden either. You haven't started any fights or caused trouble on purpose. All you have done is made the room brighter just by being in it." Raiden gave them a warm smile as he remember how Izaya was in the anteroom while they were playing games. "Your compassion and kindness towards others is anything but a burden. We need more people like you Izaya, and not just in this terrible place."

He wrapped his arm around Izaya and pulled them into kind of a side hug.

Izaya really, truly, didn't know how to react; they'd genuinely never been in this position. Having someone so sweet tell you such wonderful things, it was so new to Izaya that they couldn't even offer a response for a moment. The back patting and the pull into a side hug were also very new but absolutely welcome. Raiden's so nice, I don't want to become another burden to them too....but....

Thinking it over, Izaya finally wrapped their shaky arms around Raiden in turn, "Th-thank you, Raiden-san....! We-! We need m-more people li-like you too-!" they began crying out loud again, apologising in between sobs for getting Raiden's shoulder wet with their tears.

Raiden wrapped his arms around Izaya and pulled them into a warm hug. He didn't care about the tears soaking his clothes, he just wanted to make sure that the other was alright. "You don't need to apologise, it is quite alright Izaya-san..."

His smile grew even more when Izaya said those kind words to him. It felt nice to know that. Raiden just continued to hold Izaya close, letting them cry all of their tears out.

"Maybe we can work together to make this place more peaceful..." he said softly.

"....Yeah....I....I'd l-like that." They let out a shaky, sob-soaked laugh. Just being held and letting everything out felt strangely wonderful. And their theory about Raiden was 100% confirmed.

They really are just as cuddly, if not cuddlier, than a teddy bear.

"......Raiden? C-Can I ask you so-something?"

Raiden smiled again and chuckled along with Izaya. Raiden was happy that he was helping out with hugs! He didn't get to hug other people too often. It wasn't really what sumos did to each other in the stable. So when he was able to, he gave really good hugs.

"Of course, you can ask me anything Izaya-san."

"Do...Um....Do you think we'll all be alright? I mean....Eth-...Ethel is....." Just remembering the way everything unfolded during her death made them want to burst into tears again, "I keep....I keep thinking, I won't-!" they took a moment to breathe. Raiden could probably feel Izaya shaking even more, "I....that I won't m-make it if...if someone decides to-!" they couldn't even finish the sentence.

Raiden thought for a moment. He genuinely wasn't sure what was going to happen to them. After Ethel's horrific death, he was almost certain that this wasn't going to end well. At least one person out of everyone here would be willing to kill to get out, whether he liked the idea of that or not.

He felt Izaya beginning to shake and he held the other closer. Raiden hushed them gently and gave them a reassuring smile. "Nothing is going to happen to you Izaya-san, I promise I will be here to protect you."

He gazed down at the floor, a serious expression on his round face. "Even if someone thinks about doing the unthinkable, I will make sure nobody gets hurt. I can stop them. I won't let anyone else end up like poor Ethel-san."

In any other circumstance, Izaya would probably have written such a declaration off as just an attempt to make them forget about the living nightmare they were in. But this was Raiden. And the way he spoke, and the tone he took, made Izaya honestly want to believe him. It even, dare they think it, want to be stronger so they could help him. Izaya let out a tiny sound somewhere between a sigh and an exhalation, "I....I really think you can do it, Raiden-san."

Izaya let Raiden go for a second so they could wipe their eyes a little, looking back into those frankly enchanting green eyes with their own mismatched orbs of rich hazel and cloudy blue, "I...I know I'm scared. And I'm not that strong. Everything terrifies me whether it has a right to or not. But....but no matter what, I don't want to let you down. I don't- I don't want the others to have to keep worrying about me l-like I'm a wounded kitten!" They took Raiden's hand in their own tiny hands, completely dedicated to what they were saying, "I-! I w-want to be someone you're proud to call your friend-!"

Raiden's serious expression softened into his familiar warm smile as Izaya said that little hopeful sentence to him. He hoped he could do it, he really did. Considering the type of people he was dealing with here though, he did have his doubts, but Izaya was helping to make him feel more confident. Raiden was so happy he had them for support.

He gazed into the other's eyes as he spoke.

"You are no going to let anyone down, Izaya-san, especially not me. No matter what you do." Raiden was a little taken aback when Izaya held his hand. It wasn't a gesture he was familiar with, or used to. It felt nice though, so he let the other hold his hand. Raiden couldn't help but beam when Izaya told him how they wanted to make him proud. The sumo took his free hand and gently petted Izaya on their head.

"I am already more than proud to call you my friend." Raiden said in a gentle tone. "And nothing is going to change that."

Izaya couldn't look away from those eyes; gosh, they're mesmerised. They felt so much stronger already just knowing they had Raiden's support. Naturally, with their constant anxiety, Izaya already knew they'd eventually spiral and likely think themselves responsible for burdoning Raiden with their meltdowns, but for now, Izaya truly did want to get better.

"Th-Thank you, Raiden-san-! Your s-support is the best thing I co- I could hope for-!"

Izaya realised they were still holding Raiden's hand and gently let go, "Ah, um," Their cheeks flushed bright pink, "I-I-! S-Sorry, I didn't mean to- Um-! I um-!" They're babbling again. However, the flush in their cheeks only got more noticable as Raiden pet their hair. At this rate, they're going to get addicted to head pats. They did calm down a bit though with said pats.

Raiden could tell that Izaya was the type of person who would probably have a mental breakdown or two, and he didn't mind that! In fact, he was even starting to think of ways that he could help them control their anxiety. Perhaps through meditation? That always helped with him!

"Any time, my friend! I'll always be here for you!"

Raiden chuckled softly when the other let go of his hand. He was blushing a little bit too - he wasn't exactly used to this sort of contact. "Oh, it is okay! You do not need to apologise." He continued to pet the other's hair - it was quite soft and spiky. He could tell that Izaya was calming down through them, so that was a good sign. After a while, he brought his hand down and smiled at Izaya.

"Alright then, should we head out of here, or do you wish to stay inside here a little longer? What would you like to do?"

Raiden you're so blessed, I love you. HEaring Raiden call Izaya 'friend' outright had the fluffy blonde mess ready to cry again. At least this time, however, it'd be tears of joy. Friend! They had a new friend!! Verbally confirmed and stated!!!

"Friend....!" Izaya uttered it so sweetly, as if paletting the word for the first time. Sure, they had a few close online friends, some of whom they'd met for a day or so at most, but wow!! A new friend! One who's here, who's real, and tangible! And they gave good hair pets.

"Ah, I'm glad you didn't um, that I wasn't being too rude-!"

When posed with the question of what next, Izaya looked conflicted. They didn't really know what they wanted to do. They did know one thing however,

"I....I don't mind but....c-can...can I stick with you for a while? I'd feel a lot better not being alone- Ah! Sorry, that's me being selfish again-!"

This whole interaction is so blessed oml. Izaya probably didn't know, but Raiden had a habit of calling everyone friend. However, in this case Raiden truely meant it! He definitely felt closer to Izaya than anyone else trapped here, except for maybe Takeshi.

Raiden smiled warmly and nodded. He was pleased to see the that the other was so happy. It really was nice to make new friends! Raiden's only other friends were the other sumos back at the sumo stable. While they were all lovely people, he was thrilled to be making new friends outside of sumo wrestling.

"Not at all. I appreciate it, actually."

Raiden smiled and nodded at their request to stay together. "That is perfectly fine with me, Izaya-san. You are not being selfish at all. I could use some company, especially from such a good friend like you. Tell me though, do you wish to stay here or travel somewhere else?"

"Mmmm....I...We shouldn't s-stay here. It's well..." They looked around at all the supplies and the very tight, very personal small space, "...r-rather cramped. Ehe..."

They nervously got to their feet, even offering Raiden a hand up, "Let's go have fun, right?" They asked, a flushed smile showing as a testiment to how hardy they were trying already to be the best friend they could be.

Raiden chuckled softly, his rumbling voice echoing in the small space. "Indeed, perhaps we could step outside and find somewhere else to go?"

Raiden smiled back at Izaya and took their hand. As he did, he carefully stood up, not wanting to bring the other down accidentally. "Have fun? That sounds like a good idea! Is there anywhere you want to go in particular?"

Raiden's idea of fun was going to the kitchen and cooking or finding somewhere quiet to meditate. He wondered what Izaya enjoyed doing.

Izaya nodded, "Hmm, w-well, for fun I usually go online or um, I look at stars and stuff, but I guess-"

Their stomach grumbled pretty loudly. It hit them immediately,

"Ah, I never even got to eat my crepe-!" Izaya you haven't eaten in too long, eat smth!!!

Raiden gave Izaya a warm smile. "Well perhaps we can go and check the kitchen to see if there are any crepes left! I did make some chankonabe with Liz-San before, so there is plenty of that left on the stove if you want some."

Raiden has no problem with getting something to eat again. As part of his regular schedule, he was eating pretty much throughout the day.

"Chakonabe? I've never tasted that..." Just the mere mention of food made Izaya's stomach rumble again. They very quickly agreed, "I'd love some! D-Do you mind getting food too though? I can hold off eating if you'd um, if you'd rather do something else, Raiden-san!"

"It's quite a delicious dish. I made both a vegetarian and regular version of the meal as well, since Liz-san is a vegetarian."

Raiden nodded, another chuckle escaping his lips. "I'm always happy to get more food, Izaya-san. Now then, let's go together!"

Izaya smiled brightly at the chuckle. Oh gosh, that's so cute! They followed after Raiden, "Yeah! Together!"

They're positively beaming! Food and a friend to eat with, this is the best!

Raiden made his way to the kitchen with Izaya by his side. Once they entered, Raiden went over to his big pots of chankonabe. "Ah, Izaya-san! Would you like the regular chankonabe, or the vegetarian one?"

Izaya followed Raiden, anticipating the food awaiting them. Laying eyes on the chankonabe for the first time, they already began fighting the urge to salavate, "Oh, I'll h-have the regular, if that's okay!" They're pretty much doing the anime, starry-eyed 'wooow!!' expression.

Raiden chuckled and scooped up a big hearty bowl of chankonabe for Izaya. It was filled with all sorts of delicious ingredients, including chicken, fish, beef, daikon, carrot, leek and bok choy.

Still smiling at Izaya, he handed them the bowl. "I hope you enjoy it!" With that, he got himself another bowl of the stew. He was more than eager to have another helping of it.

Izaya eagerly recieved the bowl, thanking Raiden as they stared into the mixure. The smell alone was intoxicating, "It smells soooo good~!" They grabbed some utensils, handing some to Raiden too, "I can't believe you made this! I mean, it's l-like magic!"

Raiden beamed. "I'm glad you think so! It's my own special recipe, it's taken me many months to perfect it."

He thanked Izaya for the utensils and was about to chow down when he stopped himself. "Should we go to the dining room?"

"Oh, y-yeah, we probably should!" Izaya felt pretty stupid for not suggesting it sooner. They let Raiden go first and followed after, sitting at whichever table Raiden picked, "So, um, do you usually make all your food?"

Raiden sat down at a table, placing his bowl in front of himself. "Yes, I do. I usually cook for all of the other sumos at my stable too. I suppose I've become the assigned chef." He chuckled. "It probably helps that I have experience when it comes to cooking."

Izaya listened while giving the food a taste- Oh wow, it's good! "This tastes great!" They commented, then continued, "I guess um, you've been cooking for a while then? Did you ever w-wanna um, like, be a chef or anything?"

Raiden smiled happily. "I'm glad you like it! There is plenty more left if you want seconds or thirds later."

He nodded, eating a few mouthfuls of the stew before continuing. "Yes, I've been cooking since I was a child. My parents both own a restaurant a few hours out of Tokyo. When I retire from sumo wrestling in the future I wish to open up my own restaurant too. That way, I can share my chankonabe recipe with everyone!"

"That's such a wonderful idea!" Izaya ate another mouthful then continued, "My grandma tried to teach me how to cook once, but I ended up ruining her best bowl. Who knew rice was so hard to make?" It sounded like they should be joking, but their tone definitely didn't say they were joking. Izaya piped up, "Is it just you and your parents, Raiden-san?"

Raiden chuckled. "Well, if you ever wish to help me cook, you're more than welcome to Izaya-San." He was concerned about the others lack of cooking skills. Perhaps he could teach them a thing or two?

Raiden nodded. "Yes, well, it was. I moved out a few years ago and I live in a sumo stable now. The other sumos are like my brothers and the stable master is like a second father to me."

"Ah, I'd love to, but I just seem to be um, good at ruining things really. Unless- uh. Unless they're exploding." They tried to laugh but it just sounded like they were making fun of their own misery, "It must be really nice to-to have people like that in your life. I always wanted a brother or sister."

Raiden gave Izaya a kind smile. "I'm certain you will to a fantastic job. I will be there to help you if need be. What is your favorite food? Perhaps we could make that together."

Raiden nodded. "I have to say, I was the same. I'm an only child. My brothers at the sumo stable are just as close as real brothers to me. It is really nice to have them around."

"I.....Thanks, Raiden-san. That m-makes me really happy." They smiled warmly, "I guess mooncakes are my all time favourite, but um, I dunno how to make them." They admitted.

"I wish I had friends so close. I mean, outside of here I don't really have anyone I can meet. Well, offline I mean..." They lamented, forcing a smile, "Ah but that's um, it's depressing so! Um, have you always wanted to be a suma wrestler, Raiden-san?"

Raiden nodded again. "I do not know how to make those, but I will try my hardest to make them with you if that is what you wish!"

He hummed softly at the others words. "Well, you have plenty of friends in here now, Izaya-san, including me."

When asked about being a sumo wrestler, Raiden smiled. "Ever since I was a child I've wanted to be a sumo wrestler. I used to go to matches with my father and I would watch it whenever it came on TV. I've also been in sumo wrestling clubs since elementary school. What about you, Izaya-san? When did you start making fireworks?"

"Friends..." The mere sentiment alone was such good comfort. They listened interestedly as Raiden talked about their childhood love of sumo wrestling, "That's so sweet!" Izaya fluffed their hair up for a second in thought, "Well, mom's a scientist so she used to help me study when I was really little, but her um, she works as a physicist for a Japanese Research lab, and d-dad is a watercolour artist, so I h-had to get into chemistry all on my own." Their face lit up a little, "Grandma was really supportive, especially when I was confused about what I wanted to be when I was older. She's the one who gave me the idea to look into making fireworks."

Izaya said something in Chinese, then translated, "Shoot for the stars, if you miss, you'll land on the Moon! Grandma always used to say that too. I guess that's why I like space so much?" They looked to Raiden shyly, "Ah, sorry, I got carried away! Um, I guess what I'm saying is, I started making fireworks when I was 14. Mom would supervise me til I made them to uh, perfection. In her words.."

Raiden listened as Izaya explained how they got into making fireworks. He was happy to hear that they had so much support in their life! "It's always good having such supportive family members. If it wasn't for my parents taking me to sumo wrestling matches as a child, I would never have become the person I am today."

He smiled as Izaya explained that Chinese saying. "That's a good motto to live by. You have to try your hardest in everything you do, even if you end up somewhere you didn't expect to be."

He shook his head. "It's quite alright, Izaya-san. I would love to see your fireworks someday. I love fireworks! I used to watch them at night during the summer festivals in my hometown. It brings back a lot of happy memories for me..."

His smile grew as he remembered those fun festivals he used to attend with his friends and parents. He hoped once this was all over, he would be able to attend one again.

Glad that Raiden wasn't put off by all their blabbering, Izaya gave him a smile, "You like festivals then? What kind are your favourite, Raiden-san?"

Raiden nodded in agreement. "I do, my favourite are the summer festivals. We have one in my hometown every year, but I also enjoy the Mitami Matsuri festival in Tokyo. The lanterns looks so beautiful glowing at night. There's plenty of food and performances too."

He tilted his head towards Izaya. "What about you? Do you have a favourite type of festival?"

"That sounds lovely! I haven't been to any festivals besides the ones back home really. My fireworks go worldwide but um, I don't." Izaya looked a little sad that they couldn't see their fireworks overseas or even travel, but they knew what they were like; heights terrify them, they're scared of planes and boats. Ironically.

"I think my favourite festival is simply The Spring Festival. I mean, I get to see my fireworks AND pig out on mooncakes." They could drool just thinking about mooncakes, "I remember one year, me and Dad both made so many Paper-Cuts for decoration, we had to give a bunch away. They wouldn't fit around the house..." Izaya sighed.

Raiden sighed softly, rubbing the back of his neck with his large hand. "...no, I suppose I'm not okay."

He gazed down at his feet, hanging his head in shame. "...they have my brother, and...I don't know what I'm going to do..." Tears began forming in the sumo's eyes and he tried to hide his face from the other.

Oh no! Izaya had almost forgotten about the photos from all the bathroom drama. Their expression fell, momentarily flashing with worry themselves as they remembered their grandmother, but right now? They needed to be there for Raiden.

"Raiden-san...I...I'm sorry. I w- I wish I could say everything will, um b-be okay, but I know....I know it's not." They gently put a hand on Raiden's shoulder to softly get him to turn back to them. If he did make eye contact with Izaya, he'd see that yeah, they're definitely scared too, but they're trying. They're trying.

"But....But your bro-other wouldn't want you to give up hope. He...I don't....I don't know your brother, b-but....but I bet if he were here, he'd be telling you the s-same thing my Grandma would be telling me; it's okay to n-not know what to do, as long as you do something."

Izaya broke eye contact for a second, deep in thought, then looked back to Raiden, "Raiden-san, you're strong. A-And kind. And wise too. N-no matter what you do to help, I kn-know it'll make your brother proud, n-no matter what happens...."

Raiden felt foolish. He had turned away from Izaya to hide his face. What sort of person did that make him? Not wanting to seem like a terrible friend, Raiden turned and faced Izaya. He had tears in his eyes that he was desperately trying to hold back.

Izaya was right, his brother wouldn't want him to give up like this. He would want him to keep going on, like they had done at the sumo stables together years ago. Hearing those kind words of encouragement from the fireworks maker made him smile, even when tears were falling down his cheeks.

"Thank you, Izaya-San. I...I needed to hear that. I'm certain your grandmother would be so proud of you too. Not just for not giving up hope, but for being such a kind friend."

With that, Raiden approached them and gave them a warm hug. Hopefully Izaya didn't mind, he just really needed a hug right now.

Seeing Raiden cry made Izaya's heart ache; Raiden's such a good person, he didn't deserve to have to be stuck here on a floating deathtrap. He should be home surrounded by his friends and family! The injustice of it made Izaya wish they had the power to send him home with just sheer willpower alone!

But right now Raiden needed a hug, and Izaya was more than happy to give him one. Returning the hug did momentarily remind Izaya that they needed to pick up their hoodie, wherever they wound up throwing it, but cheering Raiden up took precident right now.

"Thank you too, Raiden-san. I feel stronger when I'm around you." They admitted, thankful the hug was obscuring the blush they wouldn't need a mirror to tell was flush on their cheeks. "You give me the co-courage to be the best friend I can be.."

Raiden felt better having that hug. Sure, he was probably not supposed to show this sort of affection out in public as part of his keeping face business, but he'd already started crying so that was completely out the window right now. Besides, he felt comfortable showing emotions around Izaya.

He smiled happily when Izaya said they felt stronger around him. That made him feel good knowing he was having that affect on them. Even if he could help just one person, it would make this all worthwhile.

"I'm so glad I can give you that courage, Izaya-san." Raiden said softly, holding the other closer.

It felt...good to hold Izaya. He almost didn't want to let go. It was a strange feeling, one he wasn't entirely used to, but he liked it so it must be okay. Right?

Luckily for Raiden, Izaya wasn't exactly keen to stop the hug either. They felt a sense of safety in Raiden's arms, and in a way, being held by him made them feel almost at home. Knowing that they'd helped Raiden, even a little, made them feel legitimately happy; of course, they knew probably nothing they could do would make up for the feeling of actually being acknowledged and cared about that Raiden gave them, but Izaya would try their damnedest to repay that kindness.

They smiled, almost audibly, their voice soft, "I'm glad you're glad~!" They sounded almost playful. Not in the sense that they were messing with Raiden, lord no, but in the sense that they felt so at ease with him, even their stutter stopped surfacing as often.

Gosh, the hug felt so nice. Hugging Raiden was even better than they'd remembered from the gym closet. Perhaps because this time they were feeling better. They just hoped Raiden was enjoying the hug as much as they were...

Hooray, they were both enjoying the hug! Raiden just felt happy that Izaya seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was. If only he knew that was what Izaya was thinking! Raiden would have immediately told Izaya that just their presence was more than enough repayment.

Hearing Izaya sound so playful made Raiden chuckle. He'd notice the other had stopped stuttering too. He was happy that they felt so comfortable around him. Without thinking, Raiden brought his hand up and ran it through Izaya's hair. Oh, what was he doing? He'd just meant to pet their head lightly!

"Ah, I apologise!" He said, bringing his hand down quickly and blushing a little.

Perhaps this was too much. He was already showing more affection than he should be in a public place! Raiden let go of the other and stepped away slightly, clasping his hands together.

If Izaya knew that, they'd probably be a blushing mess. Like they were right now; hair pats were great but when Raiden ran his hand through their hair, their face lit up like a christmas tree. Man, this must be why cats like petting so much, it's so nice!

Of course, they were a little worried as Raiden withdrew, had they done something wrong?! Aaah. Izaya shook their head, "Oh, n-no!! You don't have to worry, I um, I liked it!" Their own cheeks were looking pretty rosey too. Izaya tried to hide a flustered smile, playing with the tied sleeves of their jumpsuit around their waist, but alas, it was obvious they had really enjoyed the contact, "You...You give great hugs, Raiden-san."

Raiden felt a little relieved knowing that Izaya hadn't minded the head stroking. He thought he might have overstepped a boundary there! He noticed the firework maker's face seemed to be rather flushed too. Were they okay? Was it really warm in the room they were in?

When he was told he gave great hugs, Raiden felt his face redden even more. These two are so damn blushy it's adorable! He rubbed the back of his head with one of his big hands and gave the other a warm smile.

"Ah...thank you, Izaya-san. I'm glad you think so. I...if you ever need a hug, I will always be here to give you one."

"W-Wow, thank you, Raiden-san!!" They were so happy, they didn't even know what to do with themselves. Gosh they're so cute, aaaAAA. They shyly looked to the floor, and then the stalls, where they realised their hoodie had landed-....in one of the open toilets. Well, that was definitely going in the wash.

Izaya, however, didn't go to get it just yet. They felt rooted to the spot, like they didn't want to leave their close proximity to Raiden. Oh gosh that warm smile! It made them feel....a lot of things. For the most part, Izaya's cheeks flushed even pinker.

"S-So um, h-how do you feel?- AH! I -! I mean! Um! About um, things?!?" Damnit. They'd gone and flustered themselves.

Raiden continued to beam at the fireworks maker. It was so wonderful seeing them so happy! It lifted his own spirits up immediately. He noticed Izaya was glancing around the place. "Oh, are you looking for something?" Raiden asked. He wanted to help out in any way he could!

When asked how he felt, Raiden's smile fell slightly. "Well, I suppose I could be better...although it's nice to know that there are so many good people here." His smile returned again.

Despite this horrific situation, he felt better knowing there were good people here. For every Petra, there was at least 2 or 3 kind-hearted individuals.

"O-Oh, um, I just realised I threw my hoodie um...into the toilet." They admitted, sheepishly, but a lot more forthcoming than usual, "Looks like I'm gonna be going with uh, with the guns on show til I can clean it..."

Oh no, Raiden's smile fell- Wait, there it is! Thank goodness. Izaya nodded, sharing that sentiment with a warm smile, "It really is. It's almost weird to think I've never been around this many people who wanna um, mostly be friends with me. And I'm really glad you're one of those friends, Raiden-san.."

They gave Raiden a sweet smile, "No matter what happens, I'm just so happy I have you here." They blushed, "Y-Y'know, for moral support, I mean-"

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