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jesters-constantly-writing · 8 months ago

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Kerian and Blaise comfort when Blaise has a schizophrenic episode love youuuu❤️

A/N: ANOTHET SUGGESTION BY MY AMAZING GIRLFRIEND I LOVE YOU TOO HUNNNN <33 I HOPE YPU LIKE THIS IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG :(

CW: Schizophrenia episode, descriptions of hallucinations, panic attacks, descriptions of dead people, mentions of serial murder, etc. (pls tell me what else I need to add to these :3)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (I’m cooking with this genre lately gang)

Synopsis: Blaise, a troubled boy, doesn’t quite understand what’s around him. What’s real or what’s not. Good thing he has his boyfriend to help, hm?

Pls tell me if I wrote anything wrong I’ve never written someone with schizophrenia or anything of the sort and would appreciate any tips you’re willing to give me <33 their dynamic is actually based on a post from here on Tumblr (I think I’m not too sure) but I don’t remember who posted it or anything, all the same shoutout to them 🙏🏻

(This image was created with ElenaA's Kiss Crew

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“Blaise! Come here for me?”

Blaise perked up from his place on the couch. He looked around…. Where was he? He looked around, confused… wait where was—

“Blaiseeee??”

Right. Home. With Kerian…. Home with Kerian. That’s where he was…. How could he have forgotten that? Then again, he wasn’t really in the moment, was he? He was too busy listening to the constant—

“Honey?”

“Coming!” He stood up and began to walk to the room, ignoring the images of past victims around him. Crawling toward him, grabbing onto his leg to drag him down. Moaning in pain. Wailing and screaming at him. Cursing his existence.

He shook his head. It was nothing. When he made it to the room, he was greeted by his boyfriend. He looked at the blonde as he looked over, his bright green eyes shining at him….

He was always so nice to him….

Too nice.

Way too nice.

Something had to have been up. Then again, why would it have been? He would’ve done something by now if he was up to something. And… he honestly didn’t want to believe the subconscious part of his brain. He outright refused. Because this was the boy who had understood him the most in this cruel world.

“What do you think of my writing?” Kerian gestured him over, Blaise obediently coming over without a word. He stared at the writing, looking over it time and time again. His hands subconsciously tapped against the table, his leg shaking under the table as well.

The time he spent reading…. Seemed longer than it should have. Of course, that was normal for Blaise. He didn’t comprehend much of what he as reading—at least the first time around. It’s been like this ever since he was a kid. Sometimes he’d find himself zoning out whenever he read. Didn’t help with the screaming he could’ve sworn he heard. He thought Kerian heard too and just… didn’t question it.

….Wait. Was he—

He blinked a couple of times and then looked at Kerian, who stared at him expectantly. He knew it took Blaise a bit to process it, which was fine to him. Blaise looked back at the screen again, trying to read as quick as possible before turning back to face his boyfriend.

“It looks fine.” Blaise said, his tone laced with no emotion at all. Kerian frowned a bit and looked at him, leaning against his hand.

“That seems like sarcasm…..”

“…It does?” Blaise asked, genuine confusion in his face. He didn’t mean for it to…. Oh god, what if this was it? Kerian was gonna leave— And mess up his life somehow??? Maybe turn him in??? Maybe— Maybe—

“But, thank you. I know it wasn’t.” Kerian smiled and looked at him, “Well… I assume it wasn’t, at least. That’s just how your voice sounds sometimes.”

“…How my voice sounds sometimes?” He repeated absentmindedly. Was it even his voice? Was he even— What was this? Was he even him? Why did he suddenly feel so detached…. No he. He was real. Right? He had to have been, he just—

“Blaise?”

“I-I’m real!” Blaise suddenly spoke out as he looked at Kerian. The blonde stared with confusion, standing up slowly as he tried to get closer.

“Blaise? Honey, are you—“

“I’m— Fucking real! I have to be, right..?!” Blaise began to pace slightly. Kerian watched, growing worried… He got a bit closer but watched as he flinched away and pace around faster.

“I’m real, I’m re— No. No SHUT the fuck up! Shut it! You’re dead! Am I DEAD?!” Blaise seemed to yell next to him, almost as if a person was there. Next to him. To him there was…. But to the blonde? No one at all.

Kerian watched, then glancing at his face. Blaise seemed… panicked. Really panicked. Scared. Really scared. Why? What had happened? Blaise held his head in his hands, laughing nervously as he tried to calm down.

“…Blaise…” Kerian got closer, finally close enough to touch him. Blaise flinched at the touch and stared at his face intently. His face looked…. Disfigured. It didn’t look like Kerian. It. It was Kerian. He had his voice. But that wasn’t his face.

He heard constant voices screaming at him.

Liar.

Liar!

LIAR!

That’s all he heard. And screams. God those god awful screams. And Kerian’s god awful face. He couldn’t— Where— Who— What—

Even if he was scared, irrationally paranoid about the boy in front of him, Blaise tried to reach out for a hug. Kerian pulled him into his arms and gently crouched down on the floor.

“…Blaise…? Can you hear me…?” Kerian asked softly, looking at him.

“…L-Li…ar….” Blaise stammered softly, clinging onto Kerian tightly, “You’re…. What’s real….?” He looked around quickly, seeing various things around him.

Horrifying things.

Dead bodies—their corpses disfigured, decomposing, and mummified. The horrid screams they let out. Cursing him. Yelling at him. Screaming bloody murder. Somehow, this was all normal to him. All too normal. But why was it amplified? Right now? In front of him?

Now Kerian definitely wouldn’t wanna be with him. He could see it now….

His lovely boyfriend turning on him—like he somehow always thought subconsciously. The thought he wanted to press down. The thought he couldn’t believe. Turning him in for being a serial killer. He would be sent to prison or back to the mental hospital. Or even worse. Killed. Mutilated. Like his victims. He would end up like them. He would—

He felt a hand go on him and he screamed, seeing a decomposing hand on his shoulder. In reality, though, it was just Kerian’s other hand. He stared at him with a worried look, watching as the boy with brown hair buried himself back in the blonde’s neck.

“Make them go away, make them go away!” He practically sobbed. But no tears fell. Kerian stared around them, confused. “I’m real, I’m real— I— Kerian… Kerian…” His voice sounded weak. Very weak. It broke Kerian’s heart.

“Blaise… you’re real….” Kerian spoke softly, which seemed to make Blaise freeze. “You’re real, love…. You’re very real….”

“How do you know that….? I…. I don’t think…. They’re screaming, Kerian. They’re screaming really loud. I can’t… I can’t focus…. Can you tell them to shut up and go away….?” Blaise practically begged, looking at him with panicked red eyes.

Kerian glanced around, his jaw clenching slightly as he tried to find a way to help his boyfriend. A thought suddenly occurred. A memory……

“Y’know… Reading makes me feel comfortable.” Blaise looked up at him, tilting his head slightly. “You reading, I mean.”

“Does it?” Kerian looked up from his book, running hands through his boyfriend’s hair. He hummed gently and leaned against him more.

“Yeah…. It grounds me…. Butterflies are pretty.” Blaise looked at him, smiling a bit. Kerian giggled and looked at him, a little confused on what the sudden topic change.

“I know someone else that’s pretty…”

“You? Yeah, that’s true.” Blaise looked at him and smiled. “You’re very pretty….”

“…I was gonna say you.” Kerian giggled and looked down at him.

The memory ended just like that….

But it gave Kerian the confidence to know what to do next. He grabbed a book slowly and looked at Blaise, who looked around him with fear and genuine panic. He took a deep breath and began to read.

“I never knew what my purpose in life was…. Not until this first case came.”

Blaise froze and looked at him, confusion laced on his face. “That’s not— Tell them—“

“My name was Horoku. I didn’t have much of a purpose in life. Except detective work. My first case was a serial murder case…”

“Kerian! Tell them— You don’t hate me— P-Please-”

Kerian’s voice droned on as he continued to read. Blaise stared at him, his eyes staring at him as he leaned his head against his chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. To realize it wasn’t real. Even if they remained there. They weren’t—

The more Kerian read, the more Blaise’s mind seemed to calm down. The more he seemed to feel…. In the moment. The more tired he seemed to get.

Blaise’s eyes shut slowly, the boy curling up against his boyfriend as he read. Kerian continued on before he confirmed he was fully asleep. He smiled and closed the book gently. He did it…. He got him to calm down.

He carefully picked him up and gently put him on their shared bed. He turned off all the lights in the apartment and climbed into bed with him, too prioritized on ensuring Blaise and his comfort.

The brunette leaned into the blonde, hugging him tightly in his sleep. Kerian smiled and kissed his head gently, running a hand through his hair.

“Blaise…..” He whispered and kissed his head again, “I love you….” he gently shook his boyfriend back and forth. He looked at him worriedly one last time before beginning to fall asleep himself.

He’d do whatever he could to ensure his safety and well being. Whatever he could.

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A/N: Heads up!! The King and Queen (the space in my head) do declare that I start a Christmas HC list. Won’t necessarily be stories but I’ll be happy to make stories FROM this list or even specific prompts. Which isn’t much bc that’s my blog as a WHOLE BUT WHO CARES AS LONG AS YALL LIKE IT 💕💕💕 We need CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN HERE ‼️‼️

Anyways!! Always remember!!

You’re Loved

You’re Needed

You’re Awesome

And have a wonderful day/night <33

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jesters-constantly-writing · 8 months ago

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A/N: ALR JOY AND ALASTOR SILLINESS‼️‼️‼️THIS REQUEST IS FROM MY LOVELY GIRLFRIEND BTW SHOUTOUT TO HER, I LOVE YOU SM DEAR <33 I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSSS!!! :33

CW: Smoking, insomnia, pregnancy mention, addiction coping, hinting to family abuse, things along those lines. Let me know what else to add in terms of content warnings :3

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis: A girl sits late at night, trying not to give into a habit that haunts her…. She can’t resist it forever though. Good thing she has her partner there, right?

FAIR WARNING THESE ARE ME AND MY GIRLFRIENDS OCS AND AU FOR BSD SO ITS NOT ALLLLL GONNA LINE UP WITH THE PLOT OR ANYTHING BUT SYSKSHSJS I LIKE SHARING A LOT OF MY OC STUFF SO PLS I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! :33 (Also Alastor started off as a self insert but he’s not anymoreeeeee bc he became TOO EMO LOVE HIM THOUGH)

This was made with picrew but I’m unsure of which one :(( pls lmk if you can give me the link so I can add it here!! :3

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A soft exhale of frustration was all that was heard in the room. A girl sat in the room, staring out the window as she looked down. She knew she shouldn’t… She was pregnant, and she promised not to… But she couldn’t sleep. And that was the only way she knew how to.

She grabbed a pack of cigarettes and stared at them, inching for the lighter in the drawer next to her. Grabbing it, mindlessly walked away from the bed, and found herself outside on the balcony.

She looked up at the starry sky as she lit the cigarette. She almost took a drag, her lips parting slightly until she heard the door slide open behind her. She looked over and saw one of her partners rubbing his eye as he looked at her. She flinched slightly at his presence from surprise, quickly turning around to face him.

“Oh… Hi, Star.” She waved as he walked over. “What’re you doing up…?” Alastor crossed his arms and looked up at her, his sight slightly blurred without his monocle. He could still make her out… barely.

“Joy…. I thought you were going to stop…” He softly said as she sighed, looking down. She felt him take the cigarette from her and watched as he dropped it over the balcony. He looked at her, waiting for her answer… He knew why. He wasn’t stupid. He just wasn’t sure how to help her.

“I just… Can’t sleep…” She muttered as she looked away. Alastor sighed and got next to her, leaning against the railing slightly. She looked at him and then looked away.

“I’m gonna be a horrible—“

“Don’t say that… you’re not….” Alastor looked at her, his eye softening on her. “Joy…. You’re gonna do great…. You have us and the agency to help….”

“I know…. It’s still scary though, Star…”

“I can’t imagine.” He got closer to her and gently brushed some hair out of her face to look at her heterochromatic eyes. His one eye softened at her gentle stare, making him smile a bit.

“Joy…. You’re gonna do great….. I’m sorry it’s so scary but…. We’re here to help…. Just know that…. Okay?” He smiles softly at her. Joy got closer and hugged him tightly.

“Thanks, Star…… you mean the world to me…..” she whispered softly into his ear, hugging him close. “…You sure I won’t mess up….? I don’t wanna…. Be like my mom… or prove Cohen right…. I don’t…. Wanna be like them….. I won’t…. Right…?”

“Let me ask you this….. do you think I’m like my parents?” He asked, tilting his head. She shook her head immediately. “Do you think Dazai is anything like the man who he grew up around? Or anyone we know for that matter?”

“No….. of course not…. but—“

“Just because you’re your parents child it doesn’t mean that you will end up like them…. Parenting isn’t gonna be easy—and I know damn well with Dazai and Chuuya it won’t be, or even myself…. but….. I promise…. We’ll pull through….”

Joy nodded and looked at him. “…Can you help me throw away all my cigarettes?”

“I thought Oda and Chuuya watched you throw them all away? Didn’t they ensure you did?” Alastor crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Joy sheepishly looked away and shook her head, avoiding his gaze.

“Not all of them….. clearly.” She gestured to the pack in her hand. Alastor sighed but nodded.

They both walked back inside together, Joy leading him to the couch. She picked up a pillow and grabbed a pack from under it. She sighed and gave both the packages to Alastor, watching as he nodded. He went over to the trash and threw them away.

A black cat walked over, watching the two. She jumped on the couch cushion next to the border collie dog next to them. She glanced at the cat for a moment, then closing her eyes again to go back to sleep. The cat joined her, curling up next to her.

With a soft sigh, Joy walked over and hugged onto Alastor’s arm slightly, looking down. “Uhm… thank you… I… I really did try…” her voice cracked a bit, causing Alastor to look over. He wrapped an arm around her waist and looked at her, a slight frown on her face.

“Of course…. And I know… sometimes stuff like that is hard to let go.” Alastor mumbled as he hugged her close. She hugged him tightly, burying herself in the crook of his neck.

“What if…. I can’t stop ever….? I don’t…. Want her to grow up around that….” Joy muttered as she looked down.

“…We all took vows to stop things that wouldn’t be good for her…. I know for a fact we won’t let each other fall….” Alastor smiled softly at Joy. She smiled a bit at him, nodding.

“Yeah….” She whispered, taking her hand into his and walking back to the bedroom with her. Her eyes laid on the other two men on the bed with her, smiling gently as Alastor squeezed her hand.

They both got back on the bed gently, as to not disturb the other two. Alastor pulled her close and hummed, running a hand through her hair. She hugged him tightly, taking deep breaths and remembering what Chuuya and Oda both often told her when she couldn’t sleep. She hugged him tightly, closing her eyes and slowly letting go.

Alastor looked down at her, noticing she fell asleep much faster than normal. He smiled and held her close. He glanced at the other two for a moment, then looking back at her. He kissed her head and nuzzled into her head, letting himself lose consciousness as well…..

They both fell asleep together in the other’s embrace… for once, calmly and willingly.

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A/N: I’m sorry this is so short but I hope you liked it!! Pls request me if you have anything in mind you want written!! Remember:

You’re needed

You’re loved

And you’re amazing <3

Have a lovely day/night!!! :3

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jesters-constantly-writing · 8 months ago

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OC SHIP ANGST OC SHIP ANGST OC SHIP ANGST KM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

A/N: YA WANT OC SHIP ANGST?! I’LL GIVE IT TO YOU!! :3 BTW GANG SHOUTOUT TO MOSS THEYRE SO SILLY FHSKSKSHSD LOVE YOU MOSSSSSS YOURE AWESOME <33 ALSO SORRY FOR THE WAIT I HOPE ITS OKAY DHSKSHSB

CW: Talk of burn scars, blood mention, insecurity, hate talk to self, mention of self harm scars, mentions of depression, panic attack (maybe idk what you call what bro went through), etc. (pls let me know what other content warnings I should add if I need anymore, much appreciated <3)

Genre: Angst + Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis:

The reflection was never too kind, especially to Leviathan. He couldn’t look at himself the same. With her it made it so much easier…. But she’s a human. And he’s a demon…. How could she love such an ugly creature?

This writing is based on one of my various stories, called Haunted Family. Could go into the lore if you guys really want, but long story short follows a family full of monsters and has demon lords which represent the seven deadly sins. Yes I slightly took this concept from Obey Me but I swear they’re different dhskshsjshsj 🙁

Enjoy the angst that rots in my brain :3

This image was created with ElenaA's Kiss Crew btw :3

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“See you later, favorite older brother of mine!~”

Asmodeus waved goodbye to his older brother as he began to walk away to the portal of his realm. He looked down and sighed. A visit with his younger brother was always…. Pleasant. But it always reminded him of what he envied.

Leviathan walked through the portal and looked around his room. He realized Livana wasn’t home quite yet. Good, that meant he could prepare something for when she got home. She was a human, after all. She needed the food.

He stopped in front of his half shattered mirror and stared into it for a moment. His face was littered with mismatched patches of skin and the horrid…. Scars. He put his hands to them, feeling the roughness of the burn skin around his face. He looked down. Asmodeus didn’t have burned skin…. None of his brothers besides Lucifer did…. But his burned skin wasn’t noticeable since they were on his back. Leviathan’s was very noticeable. They were all over his body, primarily his face.

He shook his head, glancing down at the photo of Livana he kept on his desk. He thought for a moment.

Belphegor was worthy of his partner…. Asmodeus was worthy of his…. Even Satan was worthy of that stupid angel…. But was he worthy of Livana? The answer was “no” in his eyes. She was so beautiful—so perfect. He wasn’t. He was far from it. He would always be far from perfect. Anything but.

The curse of being a demon of envy; a being of pure jealously and hatred to the world…. Is that he would never be happy with himself. He never would. He would always hate himself. Hate others for what they had and he didn’t.

From his blue and green hair, to his grey eyes that he could barely see out of sometimes without his contacts in, to his burned, miscolored skin that stung every time he let out tears.

To his horns that didn’t curve but just stuck up from his head, to his odd looking ears that resembled a sea creature, to his hands that had long claws and turned black at the beginning of his knuckles.

To the various roughs scales on his skin, to the few fins matching his monstrous ears that found themself hidden under his clothes, to his slightly spiked tail covered in rough scales.

To the way he acted, to the way his voice sounded, to the mere way everyone seemed so carefree and he wasn’t.

Everything. He hated EVERYTHING about himself. And damnit, it hurt. It hurt so much. He hated himself so much. He could never really control that. He would never love himself. As a creature of jealousy and hatred…. He was destined to this, was he not?

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn’t hear his lovely human come home. She found her way to his room and was about to announce her presence before she noticed he was on the floor. He looked so dazed, so angry. His arms were crossed and his long claws were digging into his skin deeply. Enough to make him bleed through his clothes.

Livana stared for a moment as she got closer. She gently sat in front of him and touched his fast, which made the demon lord flinch. He looked up, ready to kill someone until he realized it was—

“Liv….?”

“Hi, my love.” She whispered softly, looking at him with concern. “…Did you get too wrapped up in your thoughts, again…?”

“Wh— No, I—“ He stopped and realized he was on the floor, that his arms were stinging from the desperate grasp he had on them. He looked at her and looked away. Livana placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“You’ll heal soon….”

“I know.”

Livana gently grabbed the demon’s hand and placed her other on his face to make him look at her. He stared at her face. Her deep green eyes, her flawless skin with all of her piercings, and her shoulder length raven colored hair…. All things he loved about her. It made him feel better—much more calm. He felt his body become limp against her touch, leaning into it subconsciously.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…. I don’t know…. Sorry…. Let’s get to—“

“Not so fast.” She sat him down as soon as he tried to stand up. “You do know…. Just tell me? Please?”

“…I… thought too hard, again… it’s…. Nothing it’s really—“

Before he could say anything more, Livana hugged Leviathan close to her chest. He froze, looking down for a moment. He felt his eyes sting, blood forming rather than tears. He let them fall as he cried into her. She winced at the feeling of the blood on her skin, but she ran a hand through his hair gently.

“Leviathan…. You know you’re just as pretty as the rest of them, right? You’re just as good as them too…. Must we go through the reasons, again?”

“…F-Fine…”

“Let’s start then.” Livana pulled him back slightly so he could look at her. He looked at her with his blood filled eyes, which made her frown. She gently wiped the blood as much as she could, kissing his head once more.

“Your hair, eye color, ears, tail, scales, and everything else that seems… fish-like, is a correlation to your species of demon. Your horns and claws make you unique as a demon. Do you think any other of your kind, or any demon in general, is ugly or anything of the sorts because of those aspects?” Leviathan shook his head, looking at his girlfriend as she continued to speak.

“The various patches of different skin tones, including the black fade on your hands, are things people find pretty…. I find them beautiful. And many people with your skin condition are very beautiful. Would you tell them they’re ugly?” Again, he shook his head.

“Your voice is…. My, it’s amazing. It could put me to sleep. Your personality is amazing for someone under so much stress running a whole kingdom… you’re strict when you need to be, kind when you need to be too…. And you may not be as carefree as anyone else but that’s something you can work to improve on…. Would you tell someone they’re an awful person if they thought the way you did?” Once more, he shook his head.

“As for your scars….” Livana paused for a moment. She rolled up her sleeves and displayed her own from a few years back. He stared at them and winced, knowing very well what she went through. Knowing very well if she didn’t get help—she wouldn’t be here today. But his eyes also focused on his symbol on her arm, which made him relax slightly.

“I know our scars are so much different…. I mean yours are burns and mean you sacrificed so much….. mine are just from times it got too much…. From when I thought giving up was my only way out…. But, I’m here, aren’t I? And I can proudly show my scars…. Tell me, would you call me an ugly person because of my scars?”

“No..! Of course I wouldn’t… you’re…. Perfect…. Scars or not….” Leviathan replied as he looked at her.

“What if I thought I wasn’t enough for you? Or that your brothers thought they weren’t worthy of their partners?”

Leviathan stared at her and looked away, “But that’s diff—“

“No it’s not. Hun, you cannot just demean yourself because you think you’re below everyone…. You’re not. You’re not below anyone. Not Yoku, not Deity, not Lucifer, not Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Satan….. you’re not below them. You’re not below anyone. Please…. Don’t think so lowly of yourself.”

“…It’s hard not to…”

“I know it’s hard, but I promise you…. I’m here every step of the way. Even if you can’t redeem yourself, you can still get out of this bad state…..” Livana kissed his head as he looked at her.

Leviathan stared at her and leaned into her touch. “…I love you…”

“I love you more… I love you so much….” Livana smiles at him. “You seem tired…. We should sleep.”

“…Not before you eat.” Leviathan stood yo and helped her up. He took her hand and lead her to the kitchen. Livana stared and smiled at him.

How could he doubt his good heart, she thought, he always made her she wouldn’t fall….

And she would make sure the same for him.

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A/N: If you were to ask me abt what these two meant to me I would stare at you and write a book.

Remember, you’re amazing, you’re wanted and needed, and you’re the best <3

Have a good day/night!! I hope you enjoyed <33

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jesters-constantly-writing · 8 months ago

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HIII!!🎀

First of all, your page/ aesthetic is so cute!!! Also TBHK writer spotted :0!!!

I'm a sucker for tbhk 😞🫶

So could I please request Teru Minamoto with an s/o who likes making things and gifting them to him? Like you know, those people with ten bazillion hobbies? Maybe they knit/crochet him a muffler or bake him cookies or sculpt him something from clay or make him a paper bouquet or make them matching stuff, etc!!

I'd really appreciate it if you could write for me! I really, really like Teru's character-

But it's okayy if you reject my request!🫶🫶

Thank you for your time!! Hope your blog grows rapidly 💌!

A/N: OH MY GOD HIIIII AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY I DIDNT GET TO THIS SOONER, ITS BEEN SUPER BUSY WITH ME DHSKSBKSS!!! YOURE AWESOME AND IM ALSO A SUCKER FOR TBHKKKKKKK 😞🙏🏻

TY FOR COMPLIMENTS AND REQUEST, HOPE TO GET MORE FROM YOUU <333

SORRY IF TERU IS KIND OF OOC ITS BEEN A HOT MINUTE SINCE IVE WATCHED TBHKKKK BUT HERE WE GOOOOO!!! ENJOY!! :3

CW: None

Genre: Pure FLUFF

Synopsis:

Teru Minamoto—one of the most popular guys in school—gets gifts all the time. Not a big deal, right? He never seemed to mind much. Not until you came along <3

This is GN!Reader btw, hope ya don’t mind :3

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“Wow…. Yet another gift? You sure you aren’t getting tired of them?” A peer of Teru’s questioned as he stared at the gift bag that was left on his desk. He stared back at them and smiled.

“Jealous, are we?” He asked with a smile. Currently, he was sporting a necklace made by his partner. His partner was notorious for gifting him many things. Why in the bag, there was fresh cookies, a knitted sweater, a clay painted heart, and a scrapbook. His partner, you, gave him so many things… they all laid carefully in his room. To be admired. To be worn. To be cherished.

“No I’m just…. How do you own so much stuff? Like…. Are you able to keep every single thing?!”

“Well of course I am. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” Teru smiled and picked up the bag and looked at the peer in question, “Now if you’ll excuse me…” He went off, to find his partner.

He made his way outside, a plethora of people talking as they looked at him and his bag, while he did so. He found you standing outside, trying to attempt to hide something as best as you could. He watched and smiled, walking closer. He was almost like a cat with the way he walked. Quietly, carefully…. Almost like he was meaning to scare you.

Teru put a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you jump slightly as you turned your head back to look at him. “Well hello there, darling.”

“Teru! Hi!” You smiled as you turned around, still keeping something hidden behind your back. Teru tried to look over to try and see what it is, but you made sure it was hidden nice and well.

“Darling? What are you hiding?”

“You’ll see in a moment! Tell me what you thought of your surprise!” You smiled as you walked closer to him, slightly elevating yourself to be closer to his lips. He smiled and kissed your head gently.

“They were all very thoughtful, like always, darling.” Teru smiled and ran a hand through your hair with his free hand, “Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it every time…”

“Welllllllllllll….” You smiled as you pulled out what was behind your back. A stitched teddy bear….. you could tell it was home made based on the stitching job. Some of the threads were still hanging off—not yet cut off and the right eye wasn’t sewed perfectly on.

Teru stared for a moment, marveling in the work and craftsmanship of the bear. He smiled and looked at you, watching as you messed with your necklace. “You made this?”

“You know it! Finished it in class!” You smiled and hugged onto his arm. “You think it looks good? I couldn’t tell because it was my first time ever but I really wanted to go all out for you…”

“Oh darling…. It’s perfect.” Teru kissed your head and smiled at you with a soft sigh, “It’s perfect….. like everything you have for me….”

“Yay!! I’m glad!!” You exclaim with excitement, looking at him with the brightest smile ever. That smile. That’s why he loved everything you made him. Sure, it was nice to know he was cared for because of these gifts…. But it was also because it made you so happy. And it made him happy to know that you spent all this time and dedication on something you loved to do.

After a moment, you both began to walk home. He dropped you off at your home, walking home himself after. He made it to his house, greeting his younger brother and sister as he walked to his room to unwind.

Upon entering his room, one would see many gifts scattered around. On his desk you could see every claw creation, every matching necklace and bracelet, and paper flower bouquets you’ve ever made for him, on his walls every hand drawn card you’d ever handed him, a corner of his room filled with old cookie tins that used to be filled with the delicious treats you’d given him, and on a hook on the back of his door with every knitted scarf you’ve ever made him. He had everything. Every. Single. Thing.

He gently placed down the bear on his bed, placing the bag down and rummaging through it quietly to find where each part went. Up went another hand made card on the wall, down went another clay creation and freshly baked goods on his desk. Up went the knitted sweater on the book, down went the scrapbook onto his bed next to the bear.

He glanced around the room and smiled, sitting down. He messed with his necklace for a moment before grabbing the scrapbook, leisurely skimming through the book as he hummed a gentle tune to himself. The pictures you had managed to capture of you and him were cute. Just a compilation of your dates and study halls together. But it was still so damn sweet and he loved it so much.

He laid down on his bed for a moment, hugging onto the bear as he looked up to see the string of pictures of you and him on his ceiling. He smiled and took a deep breath, getting up again to place the scrapbook on his desk.

He was starting to lose room in his room, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care one bit. He loved every gift you ever made him and he refused to throw them away. He refused to ever put them away so the world couldn’t see them.

That would just be disrespectful to his darling, wouldn’t it?

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A/N: AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT DHSKSHSKSJSJS ITS BEEN A BIT SINCE IVE WRITTEN AN ACTUAL X READER 😞🙏🏻 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! MORE TO COME HOPEFULLY AND A MUCH MORE TIMELY MANNER!! HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT!! AND REMEMBERED YOURE LOVED AND YOURE AMAZING <33

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