It Did Work Guys

It did work guys 🌷

This-- 😭

xreader fic is so inherently healing like

do you love yourself? no? that's okay this character you love loves you back. are you kind? that is why they love you. are you patient? that is why they love you. are you a coward are you shy are you brave are you bold are you bratty? that is why they love you. you are loved and you will not be punished for seeking love. you are loved and you will find it here in these words.

do you love yourself yet? no? that's okay this character can love you until you do. this character will point out the few traits you can relate with yourself (your smile, your laugh, you brattiness, your whimsy, your strength, your sorrow) and tell you that they love that about you until one day you can love it, if not yourself, too.

do you love yourself yet? no? but you're starting to accept that you can be loved? that there is something in you- your awkwardness, your bashfulness, your straightforward mind, you ability to heal, your ability to fight- that someone could look at and learn to adore? well done. you're right, this character does see that and adore it. you may not love yourself just now, just yet, but now you see right? That there is something to love in you?

This is my comfort fic from now on🤧

The Only Exception

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝐬): Teru Minamoto x GN!Reader (ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ) 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst with a fluffy ending; third pov 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: slight mentions of death, cheesy content, apparition! reader

The crowd of students clustered around to greet their student council president and prince charming: Teru Minamoto.

It's a well-known fact that he was attractive and responsible, making him well-liked and respected. His excellence in his classes and kind demeanor put the cherry on top of his charisma

Teru upheld the image of being any student's "dream significant other", causing plenty of declarations of love through verbal communication or fine letters Teru encounters almost every day, all turned down, parroting the same lines:

"I'm sorry, I already like someone else."

Students wondered who? Who was this individual who stole Minamoto's heart? They had to be a person of his caliber, right? This discussion received mass attention to the point where it warranted its exclusive blog where anyone could contribute.

Oh, how far off could they be?

Teru gave his charming smile and waved to students greeting him on his way to the class kitchen.

Sliding the door open, he scanned the room for any students present, catching the bought ingredients he placed on the counter this morning.

Before he could touch any of them, his hand clenched,  acknowledging the sudden drop in temperature.

Nestled in the corner, an ominous black aura accumulated at the exorcist's presence. The blotches of shadow continued to grow, solidifying into a human figure. With his back turned, this was its only chance.

With the speed of light, it charged toward him and exclaimed—

"Gotcha!"

The figure in black busted into a palette of muted colors. Their arms were thrown around his shoulders as they sported a cheeky grin.

Teru's pensive expression relaxed into a gentle smirk, marked with smugness. "Nice try." He sang with a teasing tone.

"Aw! How come you never get scared?" They pouted. The mokkes who accompanied the sulking ghost held up a whiteboard written "nice try" on it.

"I'm an exorcist, remember?" Teru chuckles. They let out an exasperated sigh.

"Well, now that you're here. Let's get baking!" They raised their hands in the air.

"Yay, baking!" "Time for some sweet treats." "Let's just hope it doesn't burn..."

The last comment made Teru softly glare and pout towards the mokke who said that. They chuckled and patted his head, easing his growing tension.

You may be asking how. How did a powerful and skilled exorcist such as himself find the heart to make peace with the supernatural?

Earlier this School Year

Teru made his way to the student council room. Exhaustion catching up to him from classes and exorcist work, so when a mischievous mokke accidentallytook the pen from his fingers.

Not having any spares, he irked and made chase. "Can this day get any worse?" He muttered in frustration.

An upcoming sharp turn came, as he skidded his shoes above the floor creating a squeaking noise. Teru's face was in a scowl as he was about to reach for the adorable rascal's ears before an impact came on his right.

He clashed together with a student but none fell to the ground. They both let out groans of pain, but Teru was the first to recover, or so he thought.

"I'm sorry!" They both shouted simultaneously, both their eyes opened wide, and lifted their head to each other.

"It's alright, I was the one running and I didn't... look where I was going..."

"No, no! I was too distracted I didn't even notice you." They blurted out waving their hands, "Why were you running down the hall? Are you in a rush?"

"No that's not it. I was just—" As he pointed his thumb to his left, he started to slightly panic.

What was he gonna say? He can't say that a supernatural creature took his pen and expects them to believe that, right? Then again students already knew about the mokkes, but better than safe and sorry, right?

"U-Uh... I was chasing my pen(?)" He tensed, 'What an excuse, Teru...' He mentally scolded.

"Yeah! It's supposed to be around..." He turned his body to the left hall and turned to find the mokke who was long gone. "It's not here..."

A melodic chuckle sounded, and he looked back at the student.

They dipped their hand in their pocket to find a pen. "Here, you can have it. I have plenty to spare." They chuckled looking at his frazzled state.

For the first time, Teru stood there and didn't know what to do, what to say, what to act, it's like his mind went blank just like that. He slowly took the pen. "Thank you..." He breathed out involuntarily.

"No problem! Anyways, do you know where the cooking club is?"

He still didn't speak. The gleaming rays of sunlight illuminated their features, various tints of color hitting their skin and eyes. When was the last time he found someone this endearing?

Shortly, they glanced at his left arm. "Oh, wait you have a student council band! Can you help me find it?"

He broke from his dazed state and cleared his throat. "Sure, follow me." Teru turned his body around and motioned his hand to come with him. Even though it was his duty to aid students, a genuine feeling manifested inside him, willingness?

They perked up and smiled brightly. "Thank you so much, uh-"

"Teru. Teru Minamoto. Nice to meet you." He answered without hesitation. The student smiles "Y/n L/n. Pleasure's all mine, Mr. President!"

Present

"TERU! I said powdered sugar, not granulated!" Lightning-blue eyes glanced below him. He was assigned to make the buttercream for their cupcake treats, but his little reminisce journey pulled him out of duty. How embarrassing.

"Sorry, I didn't pay too much attention."

"You have to have your full attention when you're cooking!" Y/n, let's take a sigh. "Anyways we'll start from scratch, this time I'll help you. Go wash your hands while I start making another batch." They point towards the sink.

He let out a chuckle and washed his butter-creamed hands.

Ever since that faithful day, Teru's made an effort to check up on them more often than normal, swinging by the Cooking Club every once in a while, absent-mindedly ignoring the other swooning students just to see them.

With his occupation as president and an exorcist, he didn't have time for relationships. But, just for a while, he allowed himself to indulge selfishly.

And look where that got him.

'They're not here.' Teru sighed, flickering his gaze to the empty seat beside him. Y/n wasn't here, and it was affecting him greater than he anticipated. Practically everyone could feel his sour mood for the past week, and none knew why.

He stared at the pen and noticed some scribbled over, making him remember to write down notes. But before he could write out the characters, a hand rapidly grabbed his wrist. The form that strangled his arm was light and foggy but still can witness the dulled tone on their disembodied flesh.

'An apparition?! Now?!' He questioned as he was about to stand from his seat and fight, but unfortunately, he was in the middle of classes, and his sword was nowhere near his reach. Before he could take a good look at the spirit, its face nuzzled at his neck, silently weeping.

With widened eyes, he took another look at the hand, it was shaking, and he could feel slight adrenaline coursing through their touch.

"Teru... help me..." A familiar voice sounded.

His breath hitched, and a cold sweat broke through his forehead. As his heart was pounding through his chest, panic soon drifted into his mind as reality struck through him like a hammer. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turned his gaze around the ghost, instantly regretting it.

Y/N was silently crying on his shoulder, as their scared form was floating mid-air.

What was he gonna do now? His mind was telling him to exorcise them, but his heart was screaming louder than ever to get to the bottom of this situation. He didn't want to have to exorcise them, from the span of a month they became an important person in his life, he didn't want to let them go, no matter his chosen destiny, he would make an exception. For them.

So with his decision, he reluctantly grabbed their hand with his left, silently telling them that he was there. The crying paused, as he felt the weight on his shoulder slightly lighten. Teru flipped his pages to the last piece, and wrote down a message;

'Meet me at the old building rooftop... I'll help you'

He heard a gasp from them, as the grip from his wrist loosened. Then he no longer felt their body pressing against his, a sign that they were on their way to the designated area.

"Mr. Minamoto, are you alright? You're breathing quite heavily, do you need to head to the clinic?"

Teru lifted his head to meet his eyes on their teacher, and several others peering at his state. He was indeed breathing profusely, as noticeable beads of sweat around his forehead. He nodded his head as an exception to their offer.

Teru immediately stood up from his seat and started to keep his items. A few murmurs broke out in the classroom, but he didn't mind that. He grabbed his bag and power-walked outside the classroom.

A batter-filled pan slid into the oven, the orange hot glow illuminating the pan. Teru took a shuffle back and closed the oven door shut; "There."

"Good! Now that those are baking we should dye the icing!"

Teru nodded before staring at the buttercream. They tilted their head in confusion, shortly following his gaze, now having the same dazed expression as him.

The mokkes were enjoying some of the buttercream, so much so that there were some on their bodies. As they were appreciating the sweet goodness of the icing, they looked at the two now realizing their stares.

"Oops, sorry" "This is some good icing." "The greatest~"

Y/N chuckled and grabbed a clean rag to wipe some excess icing on their bodies.

"I guess I'm pretty good at making icing then?" Teru smirked and raised his chin, as he crossed his arms in pride. Y/N and the mokkes stare at him in a deadpan expression.

"E-Erm- let's just color the icing okay?" They walked over to him and poked his cheek.

Y/N was staring at the afternoon sky with their hand close to their chest, void of any heartbeat, the brisk wind lightly blew their hair and clothes.

They were fully aware of Teru's "secret job", another factorin their bond as they despised supernaturals.

He was also serious about exorcising every supernatural that lingers around the campus. Now that they were now one, their mind was racing and they were almost incapable of standing.

From all the laughing, the humor, the happiness, and the comfort they brought to each other. Was that all going to be forgotten from this day forward?

No, of course not. They were about to be exorcised, there would be no next time...

Before a tear could shed through their eyes, two arms slithered around their waist, as they pulled them closer to their warm figure. Y/N's eyes opened wide, they looked over at the figure.

Teru was holding on to them for dear life, his eyes closed shut as his damp breathing was lightly heard.

He mimicked their action before and nuzzled his head to their nape. The feeling was beyond their expectations.

They could feel his racing heart from a centimeter away. The guilt settled in, their eyes glossing from the floating pain. They struggled to unclasp his arms from their waist, pleading to not be treated with such emotions.

If this was the way they were going, it was too cruel.

He noticed them struggling, causing him to tighten his grasp, to the point he clawed his sleeves and skin, as crescent indents can be seen throughout his forearm.

"Teru, please—"

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, stop it!" He takes a deep breath and lets out a shaky sigh, his teeth slightly clenching trying to keep his composure. "...I would never do that to you."

The atmosphere went silent, not a single soul spoke their mind. Y/N surrendered and let down their arms to hold on to his. Their hair was covering their eyes, and their hearts were in agony and euphoria at the same time. The pain of the circumstances and the calming serenity that surrounds them both.

"You want me to help you right?" He asks, his voice almost breaking to a cry. "Then let me help, but not in the way you think. Because no matter what, I'm not letting you go."

Teru let down his walls, tears already running down his cheek. At that moment, he gained the amount of courage to let out simple, yet meaningful words:

"...I need you."

It was hard for him to comprehend this situation, it was his duty as an exorcist that apparitions would cease to exist.

But exorcising the love of his life felt downright brutal, even for him. When those words came out of his lips, he waited for their reply.

Ghostly arms wrapped around his neck, pulling them into a heartfelt hug. Teru wrapped his arms back, enjoying the sweet moment. He let out a sigh and cracked up a smile.

"You do?" They asked.

He pulled out for a brief second to look them straight in the eyes.

"More than anything"

"And— done!" Y/N pulled up their arm to make the peak of the icing. Teru sprinkled the candy decorations over the cupcakes. They both take a step back to admire their wonderful colorful creations of assorted cupcakes.

"Yay, cupcakes!" "Time to eat!" "Looks yummy."

The mokkes bounced around, shimmering in glee. Y/N walked over and presented them with another batch "Here you go. Make sure to share with the others."

"We will!" And with that, the bunny-like creatures bounced their way outside the halls, enjoying their sugar-baked goods. 

The last mokke stopped and looked back, "You did well this time!"

Teru felt a course of satisfaction goes throughout his body, in the corner of his eyes he saw a white box filled with six cupcakes. He turned his head to see Y/N handing it to him along with another unboxed cupcake.

"Here, try it."

Teru grabbed the treat with his left hand while his right was placed on his nape. He took a small yet delightful bite of the dewy cupcake, along with the sweet and smooth buttercream icing.

"This tastes delicious, almost better than Kou's." He admitted, fixing his gaze on them who were staring at him pleased by his claim. 

"Really? I like his baking better." They said scratching their chin.

"No, seriously, these are good. Here." Teru turns the cupcake towards their face, gesturing for them to take a bite. Y/N had a light blush on their face as they knew what they were about to do.

They stared at it for a few more seconds, until closing their eyes and opened their mouth. Teru's heart leaped at the sight, his eyes couldn't pry from it even if he wanted to.

In a quick motion, he retracted the cake and brought his face to theirs, leading to the thing he had wanted to do the moment they laid eyes on each other.

With a coy smile, Teru closed the gap between their lips.

Y/N's breath hitched, as he held their cheek, not wanting to let go. Before he could pull out, he felt their hand grab onto his wrist.

The fleeting moment made his heart sing with warmth. For them, the person he was captivated by. The one who stole his heart underhandedly. The one he promises to.

He swore he'd find a way. To pull them out of the border and back to the living. There was a way, he knew.

They both pull out in reluctance, looking at each other with half-lidded eyes. His mouth tugged upwards as he observed the baker's stricken expression.

They snuggle into his palms and smile slyly. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." They whispered, causing the blond to blush and chuckle, "So did I..."

Suddenly, his lovestruck gaze turned into a determined stare. He slid his hands into theirs, pulling them up to his chest.

"I will find out who did this to you."

For the first time in Teru Minamoto's life, he showed sympathy to the beings that didn't choose their destiny.

He now understood how his brother felt when he proclaimed his idea about assisting spirits rather than resorting to their usual means.

Ironic. Was it because it was his love? Teru didn't care. It was logical, to get to the bottom and roots of the situation rather than removing them.

When the day comes when decisions must be made, he'll do it for their benefit. Even if it meant losing the respect of his family.

˗ˏˋ Bonus'ˎ˗

Teru made his way to the school entrance gate, with his and Y/N's cupcakes in hand.

"Hey, what took you so long?" His little brother, Kou shouted from the gates.

"Sorry, Kou." He apologizes. Kou then shortly noticed the box he had in hand.

"Woah, cupcakes! Who're they from?" He asked.

The younger Minamoto's question made him chuckle. "I made them."

The answer made him wide-eyed and conflicted. "Eh?! You!? Make these good-looking cupcakes?! The buttercream even looks well made."

"That's rude, you know?" Teru's shoulders dropped at his brother's surprised reaction.

"But, still, there's no way you had made these by yourself!" Kou pointed at him accusingly.

The taller blonde just laughs at his conclusion. "Yeah you're right, I had some help. They're really good too."

Kou eyes him and the cupcakes, skeptical at his claim, he opens the white box and grabs a cupcake.

Taking out the wrapping, he takes a small bite of the treat. And his mind and taste buds thanked him profusely. "These are amazing!"

"Told you." He said, "Anyways we should get going now, I bet Tiara would like some of these." Teru walked forward as Kou followed behind in sugary delight.

"He finally did it." A mokke watching behind a tree said. "About time too." "Do you think there's more cupcakes?"

Uhh Hi, this is my first upload here on Tumblr. I normally write on Wattpad going by the same name: @/rouzuchan so yah, I hope you liked it :D

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