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megalony · 3 years

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Teacher’s pet- Part 20

So I have about two more parts planned for this Ben Hardy series but I am going to be doing a follow-on series because I love this story and still feel I have more to write for it. I hope you will all like this part, feedback is always lovely to hear.

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Summary: (Y/n) teaches at the school Ben’s boys go to and they soon start a relationship. But they have their ups and downs with the problems Ben faces with his boys and how quickly the relationship progresses.

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"I'm gonna go and see our baby girl now, they said I can finally hold her today."

Ben's fingers slowly and methodically carded through (Y/n)'s hair, moving the strands into waves and brushing them from her face as he talked quietly in a soft voice. He didn't know if (Y/n) could hear him or not, she was sedated but he knew that some people in comas could still hear voices around them so he hoped that even though (Y/n) was asleep, she could hear his voice.

He had spent most of the morning here with (Y/n), holding her hand, brushing his fingers over her skin to try and show her he was still here and talking to her in case she was listening. But now he had to go and see their daughter before he went home to the boys.

Every time he left (Y/n) here he felt guilty and in pain because something could happen when he left and he didn't want anything to happen when he wasn't here. And if felt awful to leave (Y/n) here on her own and he didn't like being apart from her, but he had to go and be with the boys until everything settled and he could bring (Y/n) home.

"I'll be back tomorrow, baby." He pressed his lips to the top of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair as he was desperate not to let her go.

It hurt that Ben couldn't wrap his arms around (Y/n) or kiss her or even talk to her. He wanted to take her home and have everything be as it should. Ben wanted (Y/n) in his arms, he wanted her and his daughter in his arms in a hug and he wanted the boys at home with them and for them to be the family they should be. He didn't want (Y/n) to be ill and in pain and their girl to be stuck in an incubator without her family surrounding her every hour of every day.

The moment Ben got out of the room he just wanted to turn back around and go lay with (Y/n) but he knew if he did that then he wouldn't leave.

"Ben, how is she today?"

He didn't get more than two feet away from (Y/n)'s room before his eyes suddenly locked on her mother heading towards him.

The first time Ben had met Alicia was worrying for him since he had met her only a month before he and (Y/n) found out they were going to have a baby. He had no idea how she would react to her daughter being in a relationship with someone who already had three children of his own, he knew it wasn't the best kind of image or the best situation her parents would want for her. But he had been more than surprised when her parents had taken to him straight away and Alicia was very welcoming to the boys, she was practically another grandmother to them already.

It crushed Ben more than anything when he had to ring (Y/n)'s parents and explain that (Y/n) had suddenly taken a turn for the worst after he had told them she was recovering well the night before.

And it was too hard for Ben to stay with (Y/n) when her parents came to visit her. They came every day like Ben did but he made sure they had time alone with (Y/n) or else he didn't know what to say, where to sit or how to act. All he wanted to do was sit beside (Y/n) and hold her hand and suddenly make her better but he didn't feel comfortable when her parents were in the room. He couldn't cry in front of them either.

Ben was engulfed in a rather comforting but still crushing hug the moment Alicia was in front of him.

(Y/n) always told Ben that he had charmed her mother almost like he had charmed (Y/n) herself. His smile won Alicia over and his nature and just generally how he was made Alicia accept him into their family straight away.

"They're keeping her sedated, she got too distressed when she was awake with the ventilator and she's still on a lot of antibiotics... but the doctor said her heart isn't affected, so that's good." Ben scratched at the short hairs at the back of his head before he rubbed his hands over his face, trying to wake himself up a bit more.

When (Y/n) had woken up early in the morning, they had to sedate her because it was distressing for her to try and move and realise that she couldn't breathe. Feeling a tube stuck down her throat was too much for her, especially when it made her focus on her lack of breathing and she couldn't communicate without panicking. It was kinder and safer to keep her in a sleeping state, at least until she started to recover.

But the sepsis was still attacking her system and her lungs weren't working on their own. The antibiotics were treating the infection (Y/n) had gotten after labour but they couldn't control the sepsis. The only good news they had right now was that (Y/n)'s heart was still strong and wasn't effected by sepsis because if that happened, her chances would be next to none.

"Well s-she needs the rest... how's the little one doing?"

It was clear that Alicia was about ready to burst into tears but she was doing her best to push the tears back and keep her voice under control. (Y/n) was her only child, she had no other kids so (Y/n) had been her world and Alicia didn't have much other family other than her husband and her sister. If she lost (Y/n) she wouldn't have anyone around her except for Ben and her granddaughter and the boys.

Alicia had been to see her granddaughter along with (Y/n)'s dad, Jeremy, they visited the baby every day they visited (Y/n).

"They're letting me hold her today, I just can't do the birth certificate yet... (Y/n)'s supposed to be picking her name."

Ben could feel a bad headache forming behind his eyes, causing him to rub ferociously at his eyes to try and relieve the feeling. Their girl was four days old now and by this time Ben usually got the birth certificate sorted but he couldn't do that when he didn't have a name for her. He and (Y/n) had three names but they never managed to decide on one before labour happened early. Ben picked the name for all three of his boys and he said he wanted (Y/n) to be the one to pick the name for their daughter but right now she couldn't so he wasn't getting the certificate done until (Y/n) was better.

"There's plenty of time for that. I'll visit her after I sit with (Y/n) for a while, and if you want to stay here with (Y/n) at any point, you just ring me and those three boys can stay with me. You know I think of them as my own."

Alicia rubbed her hand up and down Ben's arm as a silent look of appreciation filled his eyes before they parted ways. He couldn't carry on this conversation without wanting to cry and it was very clear to see, Alicia didn't want to push either of them too far. Ben knew and appreciated that she would look after the boys whenever she could because she thought of them as her own grandkids. But Ben had to be at home with them as well as being here with (Y/n) because the boys were starting to get worried and he couldn't have that.

It was only a short trip from (Y/n)'s room down to the neonatal unit where is girl was and it was a route Ben walked three or four times a day. Switching between seeing (Y/n) and their daughter before he went home and spent the night with the boys before coming back to the hospital as early as he could.

When Ben reached the room that held four other newborns as well as his daughter, he headed straight over to his little girl and where a nurse was doing her routine checks.

"Mr Jones, are you ready to hold baby today?"

Ben nodded his head, finding a smile already on his lips just at the thought of having her in his arms. The moment she had been born she was taken out of the room to be looked after and she'd had a tube down her nose to help her breathe since she inhaled some fluids. But now she just had an IV for some nutrients and a few monitoring clips and stickers to check her vitals.

Doctor Mills had checked up on her yesterday and said she just needed the incubator for another week to make sure her lungs were developed enough to work properly on their own. So Ben could take her home in just over a week.

At least one of his girls was okay.

Ben tried to stop his leg from jittering up and down when he sat down, anxiously waiting for that strange yet intoxicating feeling of holding his baby for the first time.

When he first got to hold Carter, Ben had never felt a wave of emotions like that before. He didn't want to put Carter down, he just wanted to sit and hold him for the rest of his life. Then when he had James it was the same emotions but more intensified, he had another life depending on him and another boy he could cherish and look after. Finn was the smallest of all his boys, he felt like a little baby doll in Ben's arms, the kind he remembered playing with as a kid. Finn was so small and delicate but he had been beautiful.

After Finn, Ben had been sure that he had all his kids. He didn't think he would want or even get the chance to have another child, especially not after things between him and Lucy evolved in the worst possible way.

But here he was now, about to hold his fourth child, his first daughter.

The moment she was placed into his arms, Ben felt a shiver running down his spine and tingling throughout his body. He thought Finn had been his smallest child but his daughter was here, proving him wrong. She was four pounds and three ounces which was definitely underweight considering the average baby was supposed to be around seven pounds.

But she was perfect.

She had a tiny button nose that didn't reflect Ben's bumpy, slightly crooked nose that both Cater and James had inherited from him. Her hands were tiny but formed behind the rose pink mittens stuck on her hands so she didn't scratch her face. Her body fit along the expanse of Ben's lower arm perfectly and the way she curled up in his arm made him grin. She tucked her face into his chest and it tickled when Ben felt her nose brushing against his skin through his shirt.

"Hey, girlie. We don't have a name for you yet, but I'll talk to your mummy about that soon. She's so desperate to come see you when she's better, and the boys are all in love with you already, even Finn says your so pretty. My first girl."

Ben slowly brushed his finger across her cheek, smiling at the way it made her head lean into his touch before it seemed to tickle her. When he brought the boys to see her yesterday, all of them had been in awe of their little sister. Carter looked like he wanted to pick her straight up and cuddle her, James had reached his hand out to take hold of hers. And when Ben picked Finn up so he could see her, the first thing he said was that she was very pretty and sweet even if she was very small. They all seemed to instantly take to the thought of a sister now that she was here with them.

All they needed now was for (Y/n) to get better so she could hold her daughter.

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"Buddy, come on it's past your bed time, you need to try and settle down you have school tomorrow." Ben tried his best to sound sympathetic and understanding but it was hard when he didn't have the patience or the effort left in his system.

It was half past ten, both James and Finn were fast asleep in their room and all Ben needed was for Carter to either settle down or for once, actually fall asleep. They all had school tomorrow and Ben needed to try and calm his own mind down because he had to take them to school then go to the hospital to see (Y/n) and their baby.

Ben had seen this coming. He had seen the state Carter was in after his mum dropped the boys back home, he was anxious and hyper and that was a big sign that he wouldn't settle tonight.

"No, I don't wanna." Carter shook his head with a defying look on his face before he planted himself down on the sofa.

His eyes followed Ben's movements in the same way they normally did when he tried to defy his dad. He didn't look anxious or irritated, he looked blank like he didn't know where he was or what he was doing. Carter watched what Ben did in case his dad was really riled up and to see what he could get away with doing. He watched Ben down the last bit of beer in the dark brown bottle in his hand before he got up and moved to put it in the kitchen.

But the moment Ben came back into the living room, he turned the tv off and looked at Carter expectantly. He knew well enough to know that Ben wouldn't let him sit up and watch tv all night when he had school in the morning. Even if Carter wouldn't be tired if he stayed up all night, it still wasn't good for him and would break his routine of trying to settle for the night.

"Carter, listen to me. I'm tired, okay? I'm knackered, I've been at the hospital every day for the last five days and then I'm coming home to be with you boys. I can't sleep either but I need you to keep your routine, I can't deal with you being unsettled from no routine."

If Carter didn't have a routine it unsettled him because routines helped to calm him down and give him structure. (Y/n) and the baby being away in hospital and Ben running between home and hospital definitely didn't give Carter routine or structure. So Ben had to keep that routine for Carter wherever he could and right now that was keeping him at school, bringing him home and keeping set times for getting up and going to bed.

"No, you just want to deal with mum and not let me see her. I miss her and I can't sleep, I wanna go see mum! I wanna see my mum!"

Carter stomped his foot down on the carpet as he stood to his feet, his height making him just below Ben's shoulder. Carter had trouble sleeping but he was normally fine with laying down and thinking until he fell asleep. But when he was anxious like this all he could think about was what was worrying him and that was (Y/n). He thought about her and how he hadn't seen her in over five days but Ben saw her everyday. He missed her and he was jealous and angered that he couldn't go and see her yet.

"Carter she's ill, I have to be there and make sure she's getting better you know that-"

"I wanna see my mum-"

"I wanna see her too!" The way Ben's voice rose and his words bellowed back at Carter made the eldest boy take a step back. He wasn't expecting Ben to shout at him and he certainly wasn't expecting him to say that.

Ben saw (Y/n) every day so far, he did see her whereas the boys didn't get to, Carter didn't understand what he meant by that.

"Every second I'm away from her I want to go back to her Carter because she's sick! I wanna see her wake up and look at me and talk to me and kiss me and just to hold her. But I can't because every fucking second I'm with your mum, she's asleep because she is so fucking ill she can hardly breathe. I miss her even when I'm sat next to her because it doesn't feel like she's there, do you get that? If I take you to see her you'll get upset and when I go see her I cry so no, you can't go see her and I'm fucking sick of all this shit."

The tears that fell from Ben's swollen, red eyes made Carter start to cry silently because he never saw Ben cry. It was something that hardly ever happened and it showed him just how poorly (Y/n) was and how badly it was hurting Ben.

"I want your mum home with us and I want your sister here too, she's at the hospital all alone until I can go hold her. She's my daughter and I can't look after her like I did when I had you boys and it kills me." Ben's tone softened like slowly melting butter and his voice was quieter when he realised he had scared Carter which he never meant to do.

His daughter was all alone in the hospital without her family and even though she wouldn't understand what family was, Ben knew she would have that maternal and paternal instinct and know who he and (Y/n) were. When Ben had the boys they were all home within two or three days and he was looking after them. But with his one and only girl, she was at the hospital without her family and that cut Ben up into pieces.

"I miss mum."

Those three words were the only ones Carter could think of and could manage to say. And the moment they registered in Ben's ears, he went down on his knees in front of Carter and engulfed him in his arms. It didn't and would never matter to Ben how old any of his children were, he would always want to pick them up in his arms and cuddle them like they were all still toddlers.

He picked Carter up and stood to his feet until the eleven-year-old wrapped his legs around Ben's hips and tucked his head into Ben's neck, breathing in his scent which started to calm him down.

Ben kissed the side of Carter's head, moving one of his hands so he could slowly smooth his fingers over the hair at the back of Carter's head. No words were spoken between the pair as Ben silently headed out of the living room and made his way upstairs to his room. If Carter wasn't going to sleep and Ben didn't think he was either, the best option was for them to stay together and try to settle and calm down. They both needed comforting right now.

Carter stayed clinging to Ben like a monkey even when Ben laid down on the bed with his upper body leaning up against the cushioned headboard. Carter put a bit of strain and weight onto Ben's chest as he laid on his front but it didn't bother Ben, he just wanted to hug his son.

"I... I heard the new teacher talking about mum today." Carter kept his face buried in Ben's neck as he spoke but he was clearly calmer when Ben continued to run his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, what did they say?"

"She told the class that mum had her baby but is poorly so she won't be at work for a few months."

"No, buddy she won't be at work for a few months because when a person has a baby, they get time off to be with their baby. If your mum wasn't sick she still would have time off, she has to look after your sister. She's just in the hospital still because she's poorly."

Carter clearly worried that (Y/n) was going to be in the hospital for months with what he had heard the supply teacher say but that wasn't going to be the case.

"Mum is gonna get better... isn't she?"

"Yes she is, I promise."

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nuoyipeach · 4 years

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Sick (seulyong OS)

28/3/2019

Like the past few hours, she continued sitting there, sometimes on her phone, sometimes sleeping, sometimes having a snack. But her hand never let go of his lifeless one. Now she simply stared at him. She wasn't sad, nor happy. She was just relieved he wasn't dying, and she was there with him.

As she stared at his handsome face, she felt his hand tighten around her's, and smiled instantly as his eyes slowly opened. She moved the chair closer, her hand now carassing his face.

"Good morning."

But he knew the truth. He wasn't asleep. He was in coma. He knew it too well as it happened too many times, and each time she'd make it seem like it was a simple sleep. Tears pooled in his eyes, quickly wiped away by her sleeve.

"I'll get your breakfast." she turned around and pulled a tray from the end of the room towards his bed, opening the lid. "Red bean porridge. Your favourite." she sang chuckling. Picking up spoon by spoon, she slowly fed him, pouring it into his mouth, watching as he tried hard to swallow it.

She continued feeding him until his meal was done, then brought out his medicine the nurse had left them. She gave him the injection, patting his head as he hissed in pain to soothe him, then returned to sit next to him, hand in hand as she held his on her cheek, telling him about whatever was going on with everyone.

"Oh, and you can go home today too. I'll make stew, but not spicy, don't worry."

He looked down with a frown, finally speaking after a while.

"But I like spicy..."

Seulgi made a poker face, pinching his cheek. "But you can't, can you?" his frown made her feel bad, and pet his head. "Fine, I'll add a little bit of spice, alright?"

A small smile came from him, and she leaned forward to kiss his forehead. The door swung open, and the doctor came in. "Lee Taeyong." he called, then looked up to check on his patient. "Well, you can go back since you're awake. There's also good and bad news, but they're the same thing. His condition won't get any bad, but won't get any good either."

Taeyong's eyes welled up again. "You mean, I'll be like this forever? What if I die?"

"Like I said, it won't get any worse, so the chances of you dying are slim. But you won't get any better, so you will remain in this condition."

No matter how relieved it sounded to Seulgi, she instantly felt bad again seeing her husband's expression. She knew how he hated it.

How he hated being born this way. How he hated carrying medicine everywhere. How he hated being unable to do many things people do as a daily routine. And now, how he hated having to live with a pipe around his nose.

She knew him for a short while only, since university. But they grew close as Taeyong, the boy who wanted to do so much but was unable to, was able to make Seulgi do them instead, breaking the shy girl's shell and letting loose her inner self.

They were soon packed and in the car as Seulgi drove them home. She wondered what to do since she would have to go back to work, but she also needed to take care of Taeyong.

Thinking hard, she realised which would be easier. She could work from home, no problem. She was a good employee, getting a high ranking fast, and she could only thank Taeyong for that. They reached home and she helped him out of the car, into the house upstairs to their bedroom, then left to take everything else after laying him in bed. Taeyong looked around the room, as if anything would change. But he liked doing so, looking at all the pictures of them she had hung up.

With their friends. Their first date. Their graduation. The day he proposed. Their engagement party, wedding, honeymoon. He loved looking through their memories, memories of when he was in a better state.

Not a good one, but better than now. Better than carrying a vaccine in his bag with all those pills. Better than walking with support. Better than having a pipe on his face. But no, he was never in a good state, since birth.

And he loved Seulgi for she never looked at him that way. She made his sickness into such a normal thing, he sometimes wondered if he was dreaming it all. She was always there for him, even more than some of his friends, because according to her, she found him cute. His condition made him live in such a way, she for some odd reason found it adorable, not to mention how handsome he is. And Seulgi grew up helping her grandmother, so this was nothing new to her. She loved doing so, especially when Taeyong had helped her open up so much after her trust issues with people.

While he stared out the window, his back against the headboard, he felt the bed go down, and smiled seeing his wife already holding his hand, something she loved to do since they both loved skinship. But he felt terrible for her. She was stuck with him for the rest of her life, when he could do nothing. He couldn't shower her with as much love and affection as she does, or help out at home let alone find a job, because he was too weak to do so. And yet she chose to be with him forever.

"Do you want to go out tomorrow honey?" she asked sweetly.

"Where?"

"Wherever. I know you hate staying at home, so let's go out."

Another thing he loved about her. No matter how weak, how sick, how much in pain he is, she always made a way for him to enjoy life as a normal person. He nodded and kissed her hand before lying back down.

She moved and laid down next to him, head on her arm so she was propped up sideways, and played with his face and hair, touching wherever she could. It was her favourite game, touching Taeyong's face. She wondered how such a person existed, and why they were made to suffer this way. Taeyong looked at her and smiled, before she rubbed her nose on his, both breaking out into giggles.

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"What?" Seulgi was in shock from what he said. It was their first anniversary, and Taeyong was ready to give her a gift, but he needed her consent. "Taeyong, I'm not sure..."

"Please. You've done so much for me, I've never been able to show you my love. Please for tonight, just let me love you."

They were sitting next to each other on bed, and he held her close to him tight with pleading eyes.

"It's not that. I'm worried about you. You know you're not well."

"You've always made me seem like a normal person, so why not tonight? Do you not want me to? After getting married and spending a year together, you don't want my love?"

Hearing his broken voice and seeing how he held back his tears, Seulgi shook her head pulling him im for a hug. "No honey. Of course I love you, and I want you to love me back. But... I'm just worried, that's all."

Taeyong sighed and pulled out, moving away from her as he laid back down in bed, turning to the other way without looking at her once. Seulgi sighed seeing his state, and left the room, thinking he'd need some time to himself. She sat in her office room, unable to do work as her mind was filled with thoughts. She wondered if she was being too strict with him, and if he was hurt that much from it.

After a while, she decided to go back to their room, and found Taeyong sitting up, looking down at a framed photo of them on a trip with their friends, the day they somehow confessed to each, and became a hot topic amongst the others. She smiled seeing him smile, and sat next to him. The moment he noticed her presence, he hid his smile and put the photo away, lying back down in bed.

"Taeyong come on, don't be like this."

"What's the point Seulgi? What's the point I'm still alive? Why can't I just die already? Life would be so much easier that way."

"No honey, don't say that. I love you, and I don't want to live without you."

"I can't even show how much I love you back, so what's the point?"

Seulgi turned away, unable to understand how he felt. But how could she? She wasn't him. She wasn't in a state ever close to his. She had been trying to help him live life to the fullest, but she forgot the small things that would have really made him happy. And this was one of them. Showing how much he loved her that way.

Seulgi pulled him to turn around towards her, gently so he wasn't hurt, and moved so she was nearer to him, slightly hovering above her husband. Taeyong simply stared at her, until she kissed him, pulling away with a smile.

"Love me."

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Taeyong wasn't feeling any better, but he wasn't feeling any worse either. And he was sick of it. He was alive, and yet in so much pain. He'd rather die if this is the pain he has to go through for the rest of his life. But he knew how much his wife went through to keep him going, knowing how much she loves him, and he can only repay her love by being alive. They've had those nights a few times already, but each time Taeyong would be weaker than usual the next day, and still not care about it.

Today, he was too tired to care anymore. He didn't take his medicine on time, or eat, or do whatever he was supposed to do, thinking he'd die like that. And just as his body grew weaker and he started to cough continuously, he heard familiar footsteps running towards him.

"Taeyong! No, you can't do this!" she pulled out an emergency vaccine and quickly injected him, his body slowly calming down. She then replaced the pipe around his face and nose, just like how she was taught to, and helped him lay back down in bed. Before anything, once he seemed to be back to normal, Seulgi slapped him, not too hard though.

"What were you thinking!?!" she yelled, his head lowering. "Why? Just why Taeyong? What went wrong? Please tell me."

"I don't know..." he choked out, tears starting to stream down his face. "I don't know, but I don't want to live anymore. Look at me. All I do is lay around doing absolutely nothing. I'm as good as being dead."

Seulgi shook her head, pulling him in for a tight hug as she stroked his hair and he continued to cry into her chest.

"You are perfect to me Taeyong. I don't care if you're sick, unemployed, disabled, whatever. To me, you are a healthy, perfect husband. I loved you before knowing about all this, and I still love you the same, maybe even more now. But please, don't do this to yourself. You have me, remember, and..."

When she trailed off, Taeyong furrowed his eyebrows wondering who else she meant. His parents were dead, and her family barely ever saw him since they were always travelling. Who was she talking about?

"You have me Taeyong, and you have Jelly."

"Jelly?" Taeyong pulled out and asked, looking at her cheeky grin.

"That's the fetus name I came up with, since I know how much you like your favourite teddy bear jellies."

Taeyong didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the fact that she named their child after what he was used to call gummy bears. But he hugged her, burying his face into her chest. "Really? We're having a baby?"

"Yes honey. I found out day before yesterday, but I was waiting for the right time to tell you."

"Thank you. You just made my day ten, no, a billion times better."

He sobbed, but happy this time, into her chest as she continued to play with his hair, planting kisses on the crown of his head. She felt one of his hands on her stomach, thumb rubbing against it.

"Be a girl or a boy," he said moving his face down to her stomach, "just be like your mother. Don't be me."

"Don't say that. You're the most wonderful person in the world."

Taeyong smiled flatly before looking back down to her stomach, and lifting up her shirt, just until it's visible, "Maybe, but baby, don't be sick like me. If you are, I don't care, I'd still love you. But I hope you come out a healthy baby." he said with his forehead against her stomach, planting soft kisses over it. Seulgi giggled feeling ticklish, then sat down on her knees, sharing a kiss with him. She pulls away stroking his cheek with her thumb, before they both lie back down, her head on his chest.

"Jelly would love to have a father like you. I can tell. You're the best person I've ever met. So don't think you're life is useless. You have a big duty, that is guarding my heart and Jelly's."

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bnha-mha-imagines · 5 years

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Uhm, can i have a little story where the reader is an exchange student from america and misses home, so she's up late one night cooking some american food bc she misses home and like cries while eating it but todo or kiri find them and help them feel better? I'm sorry if i worded this weird, I'm still a little new to requesting things. thank you! ˶⚈Ɛ⚈˵

Haha, don’t worry, it wasn’t weird! I picked Todoroki, hopefully this fits what you wanted! :)

Todoroki x Reader

Word Count: 2283

Warnings: Verrry light angst, author being stupid with how Japanese schools work, fluff at the end, potentially ooc Todoroki? Ugh im inexperienced with him

Summary: (Y/n) is a foreign U.S. student at UA. One night she feels very homesick while making nostalgic American food, and Todoroki finds her crying…

UA was elite, and served not only as a distinguished school in Japan, but also on a global scale. When you sent in your application, you had little hope of moving on to the written and practical exam portion, especially with you being from America. So imagine your surprise when you actually received a letter in the mail informing you that you had been invited to Japan, expenses paid on top of that!

Within a week, you and your parents rushed to pack your things into three suitcases and sent you over to Japan on a flight across the Pacific ocean. The whole experience filled you with a mixture of emotions. Of course you were ecstatic to have a chance at attending UA! Surely this was the best school to get you ahead on your hero career. But you couldn't deny the fear that this news struck within you.

It was your first time flying alone, and to a foreign country at that. You were leaving your entire life behind in America without much time to say goodbye to your friends and family. While you could speak Japanese, you were far from fluent by native standards. And, on top of all that, you still had to check into your hotel and take the exams before you were actually admitted into UA. What if you had come all this way just to be sent back?

By the time you arrive in Japan and retrieve your bags from the baggage claim, it was already 1 in the morning. Exhausted, you waited at the pick up line, looking for the person from UA who should be waiting for you. Eyes tired and heavy, you saw a tall man with spiky blond hair holding a sign with your name on it. He was quite the character, and feeling intimidated, you hesitantly introduce yourself with your amateur Japanese.

The man, who introduced himself as one of the teachers at UA and pro-hero Present Mic, was actually very friendly! Despite how weary you felt, you forced a smile, hoping everyone here was as nice as he was. Once you were settled into your hotel, Mic informed you to rest well, for the exams were early the next morning! Leaving you to your room, you leapt into the bed the moment he closed the door.

Without even bothering to change out of your clothes, you fell asleep within seconds, but not before setting an alarm for 7am. As you slept, you weren’t aware that within the next 24 hours you would not only be admitted into the UA hero program, but in the top 1-A hero class.

After two weeks into school, you learned a number of things. First, that being from America instantly made you a class celebrity. Every student in class already knew you the moment you first entered the room, and you were unprepared for how many questions you were bombarded with. Though overwhelming, you had to admit that it was a good ice-breaker for making friends!

Second, not every teacher was as kind as Present Mic. Mr. Aizawa was border-line sadistic, and on top of that you got off to a rocky start. Who would have known your newfound fame would also have Aizawa target you for being a distraction. Unfortunately for you, you had to work two times as hard to prove to him you were serious about your education.

Third, life in Japan was significantly different from America. It was a huge culture shock, and you struggled with the social differences between both countries. Despite your frequent mistakes, your classmates were very forgiving, and gave you helpful tips on how to act appropriately in Japan. Though, you found yourself in quite a few embarrassing situations…

Despite the difficulties, you wore a large smile as time went on. You could feel yourself growing stronger and adapting to life here. You became fast friends with your classmates, especially with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. Uraraka even took you under her wing and helped improve your Japanese! Eventually people began to no longer associate you with America. Instead of ‘the American’, they viewed you as they did any other hardworking classmate.

Even Todoroki, who initially deemed you a distraction, had opened up to you. Much to your surprise, he was actually rather fun to be around despite his cool and intimidating exterior. After Midoriya had introduced you both, you found it much easier to talk to him. Soon your mutual admiration had morphed into a friendship, and you really appreciated his company. While he never showed much interest in where you came from, you appreciated it. It made you feel less like an oddity, like you belonged here.

By the time the first semester finals arrived, life in Japan had become routine and normal. Of course you missed some things about home in America, but you were always having so much fun and were so busy that you rarely had time to feel down about it! At least...that’s what you thought.

At night, when you were alone with your own thoughts, you couldn’t ignore the waves of home-sickness that overwhelmed you. Sure you had made friends; you would even say Todoroki and Uraraka had become your best friends. But, you still felt hollow when you remembered all of the people you had left behind. The food, the weather, the brands… everything was different from what you were used to, and you find yourself missing things as little as a can of coke or some good ol’ Kraft mac n’ cheese.

During one of your bi-weekly phone calls, you relayed to your mom that you were beginning to miss home. As much as you loved everyone here, it was hard to talk to them about home when they could never really understand where you were coming from. Your mother, however, understood completely. The moment you told her you were homesick, she sent you a small care package in the mail of all of your favorite things! It was packed to the brim with American foods and snacks, and your mouth watered just looking at them all!

You pushed the box under your bed, afraid that your friends may try to steal some of them when you clearly needed it more than them. Your supplies were limited after all. It didn’t hurt what they didn’t know!

Now, during the nights when you feel homesick and lonely, you would pop out one of your American snacks. You would close your eyes and imagine you were back home in the states, and for a little bit you would feel better...before you had to open your eyes again and clean up the empty trash.

It was on one of these nights that you decided to make some Kraft mac n’ cheese. You had been saving the box for a particularly hard night, and this one...this one took the cake. Aizawa had put you all through one of the most excruciating training sessions of the month, and on top of that you hadn’t done so hot on one of your quizzes. By now it was too late to call your mom for comfort, and you felt very, very alone.

You were tired, but you couldn’t sleep. So, grabbing the box of Kraft, you quietly snuck out from your dorm to the common room so you could make your food. The common room usually buzzed with activity, but now with most people retired to their rooms, it was quiet. You leaned on the counter, watching the pot for the water to boil.

Time seemed to slow as you absent-mindedly drained the noodles. The moment you ripped open the cheese pouch and got a whiff of that smell, you felt your lip tremble a little. You felt awful.

Making yourself a bowl, you sat down at the table and stared into the food you had made. Your mouth watered as you lifted a spoonful to your mouth, closing your eyes as you ate. Like those many nights before, you tried to imagine you were sitting at your kitchen table back home in America...but you couldn’t escape.

When you opened your eyes your vision was blurred with tears. Sniffling, you forced another spoonful into your mouth desperately hoping it could fill the void in your stomach. It didn’t. Setting the spoon back into the bowl, you rubbed your eyes with your sleeve, little sobs retching out of you. All this time you had refused to cry. All this time you had refused to show anyone how lonely you were. Finally, months of repressed emotion came pouring out.

Overwhelmed, you almost didn’t hear the voice from behind you. “(Y/n)?” You couldn’t respond, trying to quiet your sobs as the person approached you. Looking up, you saw Todoroki take a seat in front of you, concern written all over his usually emotionless face. Your tear-stained face felt hot with embarrassment. You had hoped everyone was asleep by now, but here you were, caught, sobbing over your food. You tried to hide your face, feeling pathetic.

“(Y/n),” Todoroki said more firmly, placing his hands on your forearms to reveal your face. Forced to look him in the eye, you felt your body shake and you laughed pitifully.

“I’m pathetic aren’t I?” you asked him, your voice congested with tears. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this,” you cried. Todoroki didn’t speak for a moment, his eyes piercing.

With his hands still holding you gently, he asked you in a very serious tone. “Did someone hurt you?” You were already shaking your head, sniffling. He left out a relieved sigh, his eyes softening immensely as he looked at you. “Why are you so distraught?”

Again, you felt yourself laugh sadly. “It’s stupid, it’s…” Todorki shook his head at this, causing your lip to tremble as more tears spilled from your eyes. “I-I just really miss everything. My home, my family,” you looked as your bowl of still steaming mac and cheese, “the food…everything.” Surprising you, Todoroki lifted a hand to gently brush away a stray tear. Never since you met him had he been so tender with you.

“You’re homesick,” he mumbled more to himself than you. Hearing it aloud was enough to send tremors through you, another wave of emotion overtaking you. Letting you cry it out, you felt his hand take and squeeze your own. The pressure was reassuring. As you finished, you heard him speak softly to you. “Tell me about it.”

You blinked, a surprised look crossing your teary eyes. “About America?” Ever since you met, Todoroki had never expressed interest in the United States. That was one of the reasons you liked hanging out with him at first. Seeing him ask about it now was unexpected to say the least.

Todoroki shook his head. “Not about America, about your home.” You blinked. His request was so much different than everyone else’s. People were usually only interested in the school system, or the politics, or the culture. His eyes were so serious, you couldn’t help but feel a little flattered that he actually wanted to hear about your past.

You sniffed, wiping your eyes. “Well,” you began, “I had this one friend…” you began to tell him about your past-life, from your friendships, to your family, to your favorite places to go in your home-town. It was the first time you had spoken about it to anyone at UA, and seeing how intently Todoroki listened to you made you feel as if every word you said was important. The whole while you spoke his hands encased yours, letting you know in a tangible language that he was there. You talked until your voice ran dry and your food was cold.

You finished talking, and your eyes felt heavy. You were exhausted from crying, and by now it was very late. Todoroki was already helping you to your feet when you yawned. “I’ll clean this up for you,” he said, looking into your face. “You should get to bed. Can you walk?”

You felt your heart flutter at his concern for you. “Yes,” you said, voice tired. Todoroki looked at you for a few seconds before shaking his head, unconvinced. Silently, he reached out and lifted you into his arms effortlessly. Feeling heat rise to your face, you went silent, wrapping your arms around him to better balance yourself.

As if you were as light as a feather, he carried you back to your dorm, using one hand to carefully open your door without dropping you. Once he made it to the side of your bed, he gently sat you down. “I’m going to go clean up,” he spoke, his eyes running over your form. “Will you be alright on your own?” You nodded, still flustered from your ride.

Todoroki seemed assured, turning to leave. In a moment of panic, you reached out and grabbed his wrist. “W-Wait,” you began, eyes wide as he pauses to look back at you. “Thank you...for staying up with me and for listening.” You looked down, shy. Feeling a slight pressure on your forehead, you glance back up to see Todoroki pulling away.

“You’re welcome, (Y/n),” he said softly, a fond look in his eyes. “I’ll check in with you tomorrow. For now you should get some rest. Sweet dreams.” Quietly, he left the room and shut the door, leaving you wondering if he had even been there at all.

Rolling over in your bed, you felt a fuzzy feeling in your chest as you remembered how he kissed your forehead just a minute ago. Suddenly, you didn’t feel quite so alone.

#todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha todoroki #mha x reader #mha imagines #request #bnha headcanons #bnha matchup #shoto todoroki

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jewish-gay-elves · 4 years

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What Will You Do? Once You Have Me

Zevran's got a lot on his mind, Daolin's not the best at figuring out whats on Zevran's mind, and they're both too afraid to actually say what they're thinking.

Words: 1602, Chapters:1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of the Daolin Tabris: The Family You Don't Choose series

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Zevran Arainai,Male Warden, Male Tabris, Daolin Tabris Relationships: Zevran Arainai/Male Tabris, Zevran Arainai/Male Warden, Zevran Arainai/Daolin Tabris Additional Tags: The prompt was lockpicks and quickly goes off topic, but also this was sitting for literal years so im glad to have it done

As the lockpick broke, Zevran could almost feel the Warden’s little huffs of laughter from behind him. He didn’t even look behind him, and could imagine the exact look gracing Warden Tabris’ face. The Warden himself was a rogue! Zevran had no idea why he insisted on letting Zevran try to pick the lock first, only for him to come up behind him, touch his elbow and say those insufferable words.

“Here, let me try,” Tabris said, his fingertips a light fluttering touch against Zevran’s arm as he bent down to the same level. Zevran barely resisted rolling his eyes as he abruptly stood up and stepped away in order to give Tabris all the room he needed. Within moments, the lock was easily discarded as Tabris opened the chest. Zevran could only huff and look away as the Warden went through the contents of the chest, taking and discarding as he saw fit.

“Do you want these?” Tabris asked, catching Zevran’s attention again. He held out a few flasks, presumably filled with deathroot extract or something similar. Zevran just nodded and took the offered items, opening one of them to get a waft and figure out what it was for sure, and how strong it may be. Daolin grinned at the sight, seemingly forgetting himself before abruptly turning to their other companions after a moment.

Zevran didn’t know what to make of the Warden’s behaviour, over the last few weeks he’d been getting increasingly familiar with Zevran. Little touches, grinning haplessly, offering Zevran things. As if Zevran couldn’t tell that the feelings swarming his chest were familiar and unwanted, but was powerless to stop. As if Zevran wasn’t entirely at his mercy, as he already had sworn himself to the Warden’s service. Something that Zevran himself was actually struggling with the concept of recently. What would this Warden do once the Blight was over, Archdemon dead and civil war ceased? What would he do with Zevran?

His thoughts were broken up with Sten’s fierce battle cry, forcing his attention back to whomever had foolishly tried to sneak up on their group. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tabris jump back, pulling an arrow from his quiver as he moved, and Morrigan began to cast some nasty hex.

Thoughts of his relationship with Tabris, whatever it may be, didn’t resurface until much later, when they were done with their tasks and had come back to their small camp. Dinner had been made and divided up, thankfully it was Leliana’s turn and not Alistair’s, so while Zevran definitely didn’t like Orlesian cuisine, at least it wasn’t Ferelden. Or whatever Alistair swore was Ferelden and not just poor cooking.

As he pondered his dinner, he could see the Warden making his usual rounds of the camp. It was becoming an increasingly familiar routine for him to check in with each of his companions, sometimes it was a quick check in, other times he spent at least an hour talking to someone. One thing Zevran couldn’t figure out however, was why Tabris always, always, left Zevran himself for last.

Some time later, Daolin finally made his way over to where Zevran was sitting. He sat himself down next to Zevran, stretching out his legs and groaning obscenely. Rather than amused by it, like he normally would be, Zevran just found himself getting frustrated.

“I’ve a question, if I may,” he told the Warden, looking over at him, staring him down. Tabris looked only a small amount startled by this but just nodded for Zevran to continue.

“Well here is the thing: I swore an oath to serve you, yes? And I understand the quest you’re on and all of this is very fine and well. My question pertains to what you intend to do with me once this business is over with. As a point of curiosity,” Zevran said, his throat feeling a little tight. Daolin just sort of stared back for a moment, thinking it over, and Zevran could see some different emotions pass through his face, confusion, understanding, and sadness? Finally Tabris leaned back and looked up at the stars before answering.

“You could go, anywhere. If you wanted.” Tabris said quietly. Zevran felt the strange tightness start to unravel, just a little bit, and another part of his heart tightened at the words. But Zevran needed to continue asking, needed to be sure.

“Anywhere is quite a wide choice of options, my warden. One simply assumes that, once your Grey Warden business is finished, you would have no need of an assassin to follow you about. Am I wrong?” Zevran asked, pushing for something, even if he didn’t quite know what answer he wanted.

“I’ll not hold you to any oath, Zevran. You could leave whenever you like,” Daolin said, looking back at Zevran directly, holding his gaze. The bulk of the thick constricting feeling in Zevran’s chest smoothed away. Tabris looked honest, and hurt at the same time. Did Daolin feel just as hurt about the idea of Zevran going away? Why did Zevran feel hurt about the idea of being sent away? Zevran blinked quickly, breaking their gaze and coming back to himself enough to respond.

“Oh? Well, I made that oath willingly, but if that’s how you see it, then all the better. For the moment, it’s still best that I stay. Considering my stance with the Crows and all,” Zevran finished, feeling like he suddenly was speaking too quickly, unsure of the thoughts in his own head. Daolin looked relieved to hear that Zevran would stay, but his face became guarded at the mention of the Crows. Something about his face, slightly turned away from Zevran, prompted the assassin to continue.

“But let’s assume that I didn’t desire to leave, when the time came. What then?” he asked, his voice sounding much more sure than he felt. Tabris looked back up at him then, expression still mostly guarded, but something else was there too, not that Zevran could tell what it meant.

“Why wouldn’t you go, if you had the chance?” Daolin asked back, clearly trying to not sway Zevran in any way. Zevran only got frustrated by the tactic.

“You know, you shouldn’t answer a question with a question. It’s rude.” he said, smirking at the other man, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. “I suppose, I don’t entirely know what I could go back to at this point. Unless something is done about the Crows, I will likely be forced to evade them for the rest of my life, however long that may be. Antiva will always be in my heart, but I don’t suppose it would be very smart for me to go back and just try to be a fisherman or something. Can you even imagine?” Zevran said, smiling lightly for Daolin’s sake.

“You’ve spent so much of your life being told what to do, I can only imagine you doing exactly what you want to do,” Daolin replied, almost sounding pitying. Zevran felt his hackles raise at the comment, he knows Daolin most likely didn’t mean anything by it, but he feels defensive all the same.

“And I suppose you have spent your whole life deciding things? Deciding to stay in the Alienage and get married off by your only close relative? Deciding to get conscripted to the Wardens after killing the Arl’s son?” Zevran questions, his voice raising only the slightest bit. He immediately wishes he could take it back, as he knows these are still raw wounds. But he hates that Tabris wants to pity him for the hand he was dealt, regardless of the fact that they were all dealt shitty hands. Daolin’s eyes widen at the questions Zevran poses to him, and seems to realize what he said and looks properly admonished.

“You’re right, I imagine not many of us really do have the choices we like to think that we do. I apologize for my comment,” Tabris said, turning his head back to look back at the stars. “I just find myself hard pressed for any reason why you would want to stay,” he finishes, still staring at the sky. Zevran can see there is a tightness in Tabris’ jaw, keeping him from saying something he is clearly thinking about. Zevran himself is feeling a bit too raw as well at the moment, and decides that they both have probably had enough of these thoughts for the night.

“Well, it is good to know what my options might be. But that is for another time. For now, it is late, I am exhausted and you should definitely be exhausted,” Zevran deflects, standing up and stretching slightly. He goes to offer a hand to Tabris to help him stand up and just gets looked at by his Warden for a few moments. Zevran is surprised by some of the emotions he sees cross Daolin’s face, disappointment, amusement, and something like fondness? It’s tender and leaves Zevran breathless for a moment, enough so that he doesn’t want to actually name what he knows he saw on Daolin’s face.

After hesitating long enough, Daolin finally reaches and takes the offered hand, grasping tightly as Zevran helped pull him upright. Daolin uses the momentum and surprise in order to land a chaste kiss on Zevran’s cheek, whispering a good night to him, before brushing past towards his own tent. Zevran can only watch him go, wondering how hard it would be to leave once this is all done, or how much harder it would be to stay.

#zevran arainai #daolin tabris #daolin #writing #dragon age #dragon age origins #m!tabris #zevran x tabris

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ask-joeydrewstudios · 6 years

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Similarly Spiteful, Chapter 10 Part 2

[submitted by: @disneyphantomlover]

Ever since he had first entered its doors, Sammy Wes had never felt comfortable outside the studio. It had been his first true home, and he was always a little more at ease in the creaking walls. So he had politely turned down his double’s offers to go to his apartment, noting that he slept in the studio half the time anyways, so one more night in a similar studio wasn’t going to hurt. He’d reassured the man that he would be fine, and that he wouldn’t go through his double’s drawers in the office.

Slowly and surely, people filed out of the studio, and Sammy kept a mental count of who was left in the building until there was only him. Well, there had been Henry. But the poor sap had fallen asleep on his desk, so he had scooped the light man up onto his back before taking him to his wife’s car. (He’d have to keep that in mind that Henry Batim had a wife. Ross didn’t have one yet, knock on wood, but he’d have to keep an eye on names…)

But once the man had been dropped off in Diane Batim’s passenger seat, he’d gone back to the studio and locked the doors behind him.

From there, he just pulled a light cot from one of the stairwells to the Music Director’s office, pulled his suspenders off his shoulders, and yanked off his shoes before laying on the thin material. He fell asleep fast, and slept hard. He rarely dreamed to begin with, and tonight was not one of the exceptions. If anything, if it wasn’t for the fact he was in the wrong version of his home, he would’ve assumed that everything was normal.

He thought nothing of it when he woke up the next morning. Nothing felt off, despite the obvious. He sat up in his cot, cracked his back into place, and shuffled off to a restroom to take care of his morning routine. He didn’t have anything to shave with, which made him look a little more scruffy than usual, but he was okay with that. He eyed himself in the mirror before he walked out, slipping on his shoes before he started his walk around the studio.

It was just a habit he started after he moved into the studio. He could check on the state of the building, make sure everything was in order physically. And if he found miscrents or something out of place, he could take care of it immediately. Plus… It was just nice to walk around. Got his mind working, got his body moving, and kept his home safe. There was nothing wrong about any of this!

As he walked around the merch floor, he noticed that some of the gear belts were stuffed with plushes. Sighing, he started to un-clog each belt and tossed the plushes onto the middle table. After a few minutes of this, he let his eyes wander to the posters that were on the table as well. Sure enough, he recognized some of them. …It was a little weird though. None of them had the “Buy Bonds” tag on them. Surely this Joey would get in trouble for that, right? … Or. Well. The man was into the occult. It wouldn’t surprise him if he’d convinced the drafting offices nearby that he didn’t want that tag on his posters.

He’d have to ask about that…

Once he’d circled around back to the first floor, he found a rather haggard looking Joey Drew running in. He was patting down a few of the posters near the front door, looking more and more relieved as he did so. It was…A little nerve-wracking, for sure. And old habits died hard. He leaned around the corner, clearing his throat once before asking “….Joey? You okay there?”

The man was a little startled at being addressed, but tried to give Sammy Wes an encouraging smile. It didn’t work.

“….Where’s the toons?”

Joey blinked once, then looked behind himself before down at his feet, utterly confused. “Wait, I thought they were-… Sammy Wes, what time is it?”

“Almost 6:30.”

That seemed to knock Joey out of whatever daze he was in, and he dropped a newspaper and half-eaten toast in shock. “SHOOT! I thought it was later!!”

Sammy couldn’t even respond, the older man had ran out the door before he opened his mouth. An amusing sight, but he’d seen stranger things yet. He snagged up the forgotten paper and toast, tucking the former under his arm and taking a bite of the later. ….It was a damn crime to waste food. Especially with jelly being hard to come by.

As he sat down in what-was-suppposed-to-be-his office, he finished the piece of toast and started to read the front of the paper. He didn’t make a habit of it since Henry was deployed, but maybe there was more changes to the world around his home.

Nothing big… But there was a rather weird article that stood out. “Italy withdraws from League of Nations”. ….That didn’t make sense. They’d withdrawn already, hadn’t they? They were one of the main Axis powers…. He started to flip the paper open, looking for anything else that stood out.

Nothing did, but a little bit of print did make his blood run cold. “December 12, 1937.”

…This was wrong. This had to be wrong….

He stood up, paper in hand, about to confront Joey himself. This was WRONG. This had to be.

But he made it only to the door of the office before it swung open. Sammy Wes stopped on a time as he looked down at his double, sour look on his face already in place. “Not that I mind you being here, but you mind? Joey wants another song by noon and I-”

“Sammy.” He barked out the name, hands on his double’s shoulders. “I’m going to ask something that is either gonna make no sense, or seem really stupid. Just… Do me a solid and answer me, okay?”

His doppleganger blinked, clearly uncomfortable at the touch and being put on the spot. But he nodded once.

“Okay. Does the name ‘Pearl Harbor’ mean anything to ya?”

Please nod. Please nod, say yes, make a sarcastic quip, just say yes.

“…No. Should it?”

Sammy Wes swallowed heavily, then nodded before dropping his hands from Sammy’s thin shoulders. “Yeah. Yeah it should. ….Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to actually strangle Joey this time.”

((oop, there it is. you’ve time traveled, kiddo :’D this is gonna have some interesting results, I bet. i can see this going a handful of directions and im really excited to see what ends up happening. thank you for the fic, can’t wait for the next part!))

#batim #joey drew #henry batim #sammy lawrence #dianne collins #submission #fanfic #bendy and the ink machine #disneyphantomlover #sammy wes lawrence #crossover #[grabs popcorn] dis gun b gud #also aww henry fell asleep at his desk and dianne had to come get him c':#das so cute #similarly spiteful

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shaevira · 7 years

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a/n: here have more modern freezerburn au from my doujinshi in my head that no one asked for. more practice writing for me. they’re both 17, so this is technically before my other one that i wrote the other day. also, weiss is nice and yang is a stubborn butthead.

summary: weiss and blake want to help out yang, yin, and ryota. yang is a cranky stubborn camper, weiss likes to challenge the dragon. im bad at this. sue me.

wordcount: 4311 (maybe a little more)

Her hand had found its way to the alarm, stopping it before it even went off. She slowly sat up in her bed, yawning and stretching as she did so. She took a glance out the window of her apartment, it was still a little dark out. As it always was when Yang woke up at 6:15 in the morning. Now, this might have seemed unusual for most, especially since it was a Saturday morning and Yang, was seventeen. Most would expect for someone like her to sleep in. Take the day off. Be a teenager.

Yang had no time for such pleasures. She kept the same routine for years. Wake up early, Workout, Shower, Go to work, and then come home and take care of her two younger brothers. She had slid out of bed with ease and dressed up in her running wear. With her hair in a tight ponytail she would make her way, quietly, out of the apartment and onto the empty streets.

The streetlights were still on and wouldn’t go off until 6:30 AM. She did a few more stretches and inhaled, the not-so-fresh city air. She was lucky to be in the apartment she was in. Even if it was small, walls were thin, and the rooms sometimes smelled of mothballs. She waited for the streetlights to turn on before beginning her run. It was an easy going run for her, around 2.5 miles and would take her at least 13 minutes. She would then do a cooldown stretch and be able to return back to her apartment by 7 AM.

She opened the door back into her apartment. Low and behold, Ryota, her three year old brother was already up and awake. Ryota and Yin, her 13 year old brother shared a room. But, Yin wasn’t up yet, he actually had the chance to be a teenager - all thanks to Yang. Ryota came up to greet the sweaty Yang. She smiled down at him and picked him up, giving him a small kiss on his forehead. It wasn’t unusual for most kids at Ryota’s age to be up before dawn. She hadn’t known how long he was up, but it couldn’t have been long. He hadn’t asked for food, yet.

She carried him around, into her room and then playfully tossed him onto the bed where he began to chuckle and insisted on doing it again. “I’ve got to go shower, Ryota.” she turned towards her drawers and began to take out her work clothes. She didn’t enjoy her job, but it made her decent money. She worked a waitressing job at a local restaurant. From 8 am to 6pm. If she was lucky she could bring back at least $200 back just in tips.

She gathered her clothing in her arms and then turned back to Ryota who was mindlessly rolling around on Yang’s large bed. She snickered at his playfulness. “You want some juice before I go shower?” she asked him as she slowly walked backwards towards the door and back into the hallway. Ryota’s rolling stopped and he sat up with his eyes widened. He nodded.

Ryota, could speak very little. But for some reason, he just never really like to speak in general. Yang hoped that this was just some sort of phase. Ryota had hopped off the bed and followed behind Yang. She gave him a juice box and headed to the shower. Yang never worried about Ryota doing something dangerous. As Yang was a rather safe sister and made every preventative measure to make sure he would never be harmed if she was gone, or if Yin was taking care of him.

Yang sighed as she closed the door behind her. Warm showers were always a good stress reliever, along with running. Yang was lucky that the apartment wasn’t too shoddy as it provided decently heated water. She undressed and turned on the shower. She flexed in the mirror as she waited for it to heat up. The bathroom had begun to fill with steam and the mirror had begun to fog up. The shower was ready.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon..” she muttered to herself jokingly as she stepped in. She instantly set herself underneath the shower head letting the water hit her head and run down her whole body. She turned her face upwards towards the water and shook her head widely. “Best part of my Saturdays...hands down.” she continued to speak to herself from time to time. This was the part of the day, along with running where she was allowed to mentally check-out. These times were rare. Well, at least until she had to go to work. She closed her eyes, washed herself, lathered, and was in the processes of rinsing.

Everything was going so well, or at least as normally as it should be until a shiver ran through Yang’s spine. Something...unusual was going on. She heard Ryota bumbling around, which wasn’t strange, but she could have sworn she had heard something else. She then heard the door open. She knew it was the front door, due to its creaking that had been as she moved in. Instantly, Yang turned off the shower and grabbed her towel and sprinted out of the bathroom. She would definitely not let her baby brother be kidnapped or wander off alone. Not today, not ever.

“Ryota!” she bursted through the door - only to be greeted by Blake, Weiss, and a smiling Ryota who was being held by Weiss. “What the hell?” Yang tightened the towel around her body, her face reddened and her body felt heated. She was naked in her own home, but with “friends” that had come over uninvited at 7 am in the morning. Yang clenched her teeth. It was too early to burst.

“Uhh, sorry for the intrusion, but We-” Blake had begun to speak and apologize but was cut-off by Weiss “WE,” Weiss interjected “We...were just coming to help you out.” Weiss had poked Blake who now shook a rather large an obvious bag in one of her hands. Weiss closed the door behind her and turned back to Yang.

“Help me out? You can help me out by leaving my apartment.” Yang tried her hardest to keep calm, and be polite, but her inner dragon was hard to tame.

“Can you just hear us out, Yang?” Blake asked, but she clearly felt the tension that was rising from Yang.

Yang let out heavy sigh, “Fine. Let me get dressed first.” Yang walked away to get dressed.

Blake and Weiss let out a sigh of relief. “That was easier than I thought.” Blake shook her head and set the bag on the counter.

“It was only because you asked. She hates me.” Weiss followed Blake to the counter and set Ryota on top of it. She tried her best to play with him and although the kids were strangely attracted to Weiss, she was unfamiliar with family. Ryota smiled and patted Weiss on the face. Blake laughed.

Within a few minutes Yang had returned in her work uniform, her hair was still drenched, and she looked fairly...disgruntled, to say the least.

“I swear to whatever Deity that is up there, if I am late to my job I will have both of your heads.” she threatened in a low whisper as to not wake up Yin.

“Calm down there, Fire Lord Yang.” Weiss rolled her eyes. “I got you fired!” she smiled.

Blake face palmed herself. “Poor choice of wording, Weiss.”

“You WHAT?” Yang’s voice raised and she nearly lunged at Weiss - Blake quickly intervened.

“Let me explain!” Weiss pleaded with her hands up.

“Explain what, that you got me FIRED? I know what you said Weiss, but I need that FU-” she paused and looked at Ryota “I need that FLIPPIN’ JOB.” her voice wasn’t raised but her tone of voice harsh and if she could spit poison, Yang would. “Blake, I swear if you don’t move and let me strangle this…”

“I got you a job that will be double your pay, Yang. You won’t have to rely on tips. Plus you’ll get health benefits for you, Yin and Ryota.” Weiss crossed her arms now putting on an air of confidence.

Yang paused in her steps, she looked a little dumbfounded.

“But if you don’t want it…”

“Why?” Yang asked.

Blake and Weiss shared a look of confusion, as they looked towards one another and back at Yang.

“Why are you guys helping me? I don’t need your help. I don’t need your pity.” Yang seethed.

“Yang, we’re your friends. We’re helping you because we care about you and your family.” Blake simply stated.

“We don’t pity you, we care Yang. It’s what we do. Friends help each other out.” Weiss added, “So, do you want the job or not?”

“You could’ve asked me before if I wanted the job before breaking into my house.” Yang glared. “Besides, I was doing fine without your help. I’ve been fine for at least seven years.”

“I’m sorry about not telling you, but you wouldn’t have listened Yang.” Weiss now stepped forward, breaking the Blake barrier between her and Yang. “You think you can do this all by yourself and you can, we’re not doubting that but we want to make it easier on you Yang. We know you’re struggling. You’re going to Beacon Academy - one of the most prestigious schools in the nation and you’re here not because of your wealth, but because you’re a hard worker Yang. Blake and I see that. You’ve been falling asleep in some classes and I can hear your stomach rumbling from time to time, Yang. It doesn’t have to be like that.”

“I’m fine.” Yang abruptly stated.

Blake walked over to the fridge and opened up all the counters. It was nearly barren. Asides from food that would purely satiate the kids, and hardly feed her. “Yang, you don’t think we know about this?” Blake started, “Your thirteen year old brother, who just loves to talk to me tells me just about everything Yang and it worries me, it worries us.” she motioned towards Weiss. Blake turned back to the counter and noted Ryota who had a concerned look on his baby face as he watched the girls go on.

Yang sighed once more and picked Ryota up from the counter. She would most likely have a stern talking to Yin later.

“Is there any other reason you guys are here?” her face was now one of annoyance.

Weiss nodded, “We are, but you still haven’t told me if you accept the job position.”

“Weiss, I don’t even know what the job is.”

“You’ll be working for one of my fathers companies. I know how much you like to lift, and workout so this’ll be something like that. Have you ever welded before?” Weiss asked.

“Not really. Where is this place?”

“I’ll write down the directions, and it’s fine if you have zero experience, training there is phenomenal and you’ll probably be a pro in no time. Oh, and you start training next week. Don’t worry, about your bills or getting food though. We’ve got you covered.” Weiss smiled trying her hardest to put on her ‘I’m here to help’ look, though, it made her look more like a pompous jackass if anything.

Yang sighed.

“I’m going to go to the grocery store and buying you food.” Blake finally stated as she pulled her keys from her pockets. “These cabinets won’t be as empty and the fridge won’t look as bleak.” as she finished her sentence a groggy Yin made his way to the kitchen to where they stood.

“I kept hearing Blake in my dream Yang, it was the best dream ev-” he paused and rubbed his eyes. He then was wide awake as he noted that the love of his life, the beautiful Blake Belladonna was in HIS home.

“B-Blake! How are you doing? Good to see you, didn’t expect to see you so early..” his words were jumbled and rushed but he put on a confident smile, he leaned onto whatever was nearest him to have his maximum attractiveness rise.

Weiss and Blake both held back a chuckle as Yin, was only dressed in Captain Pete’s boxers with cute little bunnies all over them.

“Yin, go get dressed.” Yang deadpanned at him.

Yin looked down, and did a double take as he looked back up at Blake and back down at himself. “AH! I’ll be back ladies.” He ran off, nearly tripping over himself in the process and disappeared in his room. Disappeared, loudly that is.

“I’d rather you not, Blake.” Yang proceeded again with the stubbornness as she had finally replied to Blake after they had been interrupted.

“Seriously, Yang?” Weiss rubbed the bridge of her nose. “We went over this. We’re helping you. You need it. You’re stubborn, your pride is on the line, we get it.” She stopped her frustrated motions and looked back at Yang. Yang met her line of sight with a glare.

Yin returned, and looked ready to go somewhere. He looked at Blake with expectant eyes, he also stared at the keys that were in her hands. “I’m coming with you Blake!” he had invited himself.

“Yin…” Yang had already had enough of Blake and Weiss, she didn’t need Yin being a nuisance as well.

“It’s fine, Yang. He can come with me. You, Ryota and Weiss can stay here. I’ll be back.” Blake walked passed Yang and patted her on the shoulder as she spoke.

“Awwwhh yeah!!” Yin cheered, Blake just chuckled.

“Yin, shhh.” Yang turned to Yin who was now on Blake’s tail.

“Oops. Awwh yeah.” he whispered as Blake and Yin now quietly exited the room, Blake turned to wave goodbye as did Yin. He looked like a lovesick puppy.

Yang finally set Ryota down and let him wander.

It was just now Yang and Weiss...and well, Ryota, but he couldn’t understand much.

Yang stood there quietly glaring at Weiss.

“What?” Weiss felt examined as Yang was just staring her down.

“I’m still trying to figure out why and if I like you or not.” Yang now crossed her arms, looking rather serious.

“Ughhh. Really? I’m trying to help you out, can’t you like...say thank you or something?” she paused “And can’t you go dry your hair? You’re like...wetting your clothes and your own floor.” she motioned on the ground.

Yang slowly came into realization the Weiss was right, she had been so heated and so distracted with Weiss and Blake that she had completely forgotten that she was still damp, at least to an extent.

“Great. Drying my hair and brushing it is going to take forever…” she muttered as she walked away from Weiss. She walked to the restroom and plugged in her hairdryer.

Weiss quietly followed and stood at the entrance of Yang’s restroom.

“What do you want now?” Yang didn’t even bother turning off the hairdryer to talk to Weiss, or even look at her, she just didn’t care enough.

Weiss rolled her eyes and grabbed the stool, that was probably Ryota’s, that was next to Yang. She put it behind Yang and yanked the hairdryer out of her hand and grabbed the hairbrush that was lying on the bathroom counter.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Yang turned around towards Weiss who was now eye level with her on the stool.

“Helping you. Now turn around.” she lightly shoved Yang and surprisingly, Yang did as she was told.

Weiss brushed and dried Yang’s hair with ease. Weiss was no hairdresser, but she always knew that an extra helping hand with long hair would make things a lot easier.

“Wow.” Weiss exclaimed, sounding rather impressed.

Yang finally turned around, “Are you done yet?”

“There we go. That’s what I was waiting for.” Weiss turned off the hairdryer and stood their looking at Yang.

“What are you talking about?” Yang eyed her.

“I was waiting for you to complain, about something I was doing. Anything I was doing. You were eerily cooperative though.” Weiss shrugged. It was true. Everything Weiss had tried to do, or had done, was always met with reluctance and doubt by Yang.

Their encounters had always been...tense. Yang, was obviously someone who was too proud of herself and all of her solo accomplishments to ask for even a tinge of help, but even at seventeen, you can’t always be a superhero. She was in a slow decline, but luckily enough she had Blake and Weiss to catch her before she went too far. Yang wasn’t ever aware she was falling. She would have never admitted it if she had been aware.

Weiss on the other hand was always seen and known as the bitchy rich girl cliche. Well, at least that what Yang had been taught throughout all her years growing up. Weiss in reality was a lot more complicated than that. The only reason Yang trusted Blake more is because Blake didn’t seem all that intimidating. Yes, Yang was indeed intimidated by the smaller and more prettier girl.

Yang was on a roll with her death glares and it was only about 8 in the morning. Though, out of habit, Yang picked up Weiss and moved her off of the stool.

Weiss stood there a little confused as Yang now stared down at her with a wide eyed stare.

“Uhm, thank you??” Weiss smirked, as she couldn’t help but internally laugh at what Yang had done. Yang looked absolutely mortified, she had been so used to picking up Ryota and Yin off of the stool that way that it was just instinct at this point. That was a family only action and she had used it on Weiss!

“I..pretend I didn’t do that.” Yang’s face was rather red at this point as she now walked passed Weiss, she wanted to bury her face but she knew she couldn’t. At least not right now.

Weiss set down the hair dryer and hairbrush and followed Yang out of the bathroom.

“It’s not a big deal, Yang.”

“It is to me and I don’t want to talk about it.” Yang answered swiftly.

Weiss now caught up to Yang who was in the kitchen with her face buried in her hands. Ryota was at her legs, patting her calf as if to console her.

“All right, then if you don’t want to talk you can eat then.” Weiss now pulled boxes out of the bags that they had brought in earlier, they were filled with doughnuts, kolaches, croissants, and all sorts of pastry goodies.

Yang immediately stood straight up, as if she had been miraculously cured from a disease.

“You brought this for us?” Yang turned to Weiss. Weiss nodded and smiled, looking proud. “It’s not poison is it?”

Weiss made a face and shook her head no. “Really, Yang?” she crossed her arms and leaned against the counter.

Yang greedily grabbed a doughnut and stuffed it in her mouth, she then handed one down to Ryota who gladly swiped it from her and ran off.

“I haven’t had one of these in...years.” she spoke with her mouthful and nearly choked.

“Glad to see you like them. Just don’t die.” Weiss watched her eat, it was a strange thing to do, but there really wasn’t much to in Yang’s apartment. Weiss just wasn’t one for watching television.

Yang grabbed the box and headed towards the couch, it was old and looked more than worn but it was by no means dirty. Yang was a neat freak when it came to her home and taking care of her little brothers. She placed the box on the coffee table that she had in front of a small television.

Weiss followed her and sat down a little ways away from her, keeping a respectable distance between the two.

“So..if I don’t work today then what am I going to do today?” Yang’s voice was still muffled by the food she was stocking in her mouth. If Weiss didn’t know any better Yang was a hamster that was stuffing her food in her mouth to save for later. Or maybe like a bear…

“We’re going to have a relaxing day, for all three of you. We’ll go hang out at the park and then maybe watch a movie or two. Don’t worry about lunch or dinner either. We’ve got that covered. So as soon as Blake comes back, we can go. Oh, and you should probably change out of your old work uniform. You won’t be needing that tacky thing anymore.” Weiss exclaimed.

Yang glared for the 50th time at Weiss. Ryota, walked to where Weiss and Yang where. Both girls turned their attention to him. He climbed up on Yang and patted her face, then unexpectedly pulled her hair.

Yang quickly pulled him off of her. “Ow! Ryota, what’s gotten into you? You know I don’t like it when anyone touches my hair.”

Weiss now had a look of disbelief. “Yang, didn’t I just touch your hair like...minutes ago?”

“T-that’s different!” she stated, believing in her own words. She placed Ryota on the side of her.

“Have you ever had anyone play with your hair?” Weiss began.

“Played with my hair? Why would I let someone do that?”

“Sit on the floor in front of me.” Weiss now asked.

“What, why?” Yang had returned to her stubbornness, or she would have until Ryota had begun to pat her aggressively almost as if to push her into doing it. “Ow, ow. Fine.” this time her death glare was aimed at Ryota who seemed to have a sly smile, even for a toddler. Yang got up and sat in front of Weiss, on the floor.

Weiss began to run her fingers through Yang’s freshly washed, and now dried hair. Weiss secretly was in awe with Yang’s hair. She had always wanted to touch it, but she actually knew how protective Yang was of her hair. She remembered one time a student in her class had touched Yang’s hair without Yang’s permission - the situation did not end well for said student.

Weiss was curious with why Yang had let her touch her hair. Twice, in one day. Weiss proceed to braid her hair, and even managed to massage her head too. Yang, didn’t complain once. In fact, she had closed her eyes and ended up leaning her head back on Weiss’s lap. It had seemed she had fallen asleep. Yang slouched a little, as her head was now completely on Weiss’s lap and the rest of lengthy body sprawled out.

Weiss sat there staring down at Yang. Was this actually happening? Did she manage to tame to the beast? Never had she seen Yang so...calm and relaxed and even cute. Weiss’s hand movements didn’t stop, as she continued to run her hands through Yang’s hair. Weiss enjoyed this. More than she had imagined. She looked over at Ryota who was laying down on the couch, he turned and laid on his stomach, now facing Weiss and Yang. He lightly patted Yang’s head.

She was almost tempted to...she lowered her face over Yang’s, her lips hovered over Yang’s forehead. She placed a light kiss on her forehead, and slowly brought herself up and watched for any movements from Yang. Yang seemed to smile in her sleep. Ryota, followed in Weiss’s action and now hovered over Yang he gave her a light kiss as well. He then patted her on the head several times.

Yang’s eyes fluttered open as she was now face to face with Ryota. “Ryota..what are you..” she grabbed him off from her and pulled him into her lap, where he proceeded to cuddle with her. “You’re so weird today, buddy..” she muttered. Yang was about to close her eyes once more when she noticed what position she was in.

She stared wide-eyed at Weiss. “This doesn’t make us friends.” Yang didn’t bother moving her head from Weiss’s lap, as Weiss was still playing with her hair. “And don’t you dare stop.” she mumbled now closing her eyes again. Yang felt an odd sense of safety with Weiss. She didn’t think this was possible. At all. At least, not with Weiss. Yang decided that Weiss wasn’t THAT bad. She had her quirks, even if she was annoyingly pretty, and irritatingly sweet, and stupidly logical.

Yang knew in heart that what Weiss had done for her was beyond kindness for her. Yang technically owed her, but she didn’t let that bother her. Weiss was honestly a good person, but Yang...Yang was stubborn.

Weiss had now slouched on the couch, and was getting a little tired herself. Blake was taking an awfully long time. Weiss looked down at Yang and Ryota who were both napping...she might as well join them.

About a half hour later, Blake opened the door to Yang’s apartment. Yin, following closely behind with a numerous amount of bags in his hands and arms.

“HEY YA-” Yin began to shout but was quickly stopped by Blake who basically put her hand over his mouth. He seemed rather confused until he completely stepped through the door.

Weiss was on the couch her head slumping over the back of the couch, feet stretched out towards the floor and her arms were draping over Yang’s shoulders. Yang was on the floor, her head still in Weiss’s lap and lastly, Ryota was cuddled up in Yang’s lap.

Yin snorted to himself. Blake just smirked as the two of them stared at the trio.

“Are we gonna wake them up?” Yin whispered.

Blake shook her head no. “No, let them sleep. They need this.”

#freezerburn #freezerburn au #freezerburn fanfiction #fanfiction #rwby fanfiction #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #im trash #blake is here too

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