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protect-daniel-james · 4 months
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erabu-san · 1 year
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He didn't want to remember.
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catiuskaa · 5 months
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need you to [Lee] Know.
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SUMMARY: minho loves you: to him, it’s as clear as water. Its only after he finds out that you’re starting to doubt it—he needs you to know just how much.
REQUESTED! here by an anonnie. I hope you like it, pookie, ‘cause I had fun doing this! <3
CW: slight hurt/comfort if you squint, but it’s just fluffy fluffy lino being really down bad and not knowing how to grasp it tbh which just gives me my serotonin dosis for the rest of the month lol
WC: 1.2k
A/N: also omfg kats posting two requests on the same day? that’s right baby, look at me go! 🤩🤩🤩
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Minho was not the type to show his affection.
He comes off more like a shy kitten that slowly gets used to you, your sweet smell and how soft your touch feels, and then slowly opens up.
“But, uh… can I be real with you for a sec?”
It’s a feminine voice with a strong accent. He can hear it comming from your room, and the slight glitchiness of it makes it obvious that it’s a phone call set on speaker.
“Sure.” He can almost see you shrug, but he just closes the main door as soft as he can, pleading for the cats to stay silent for a little bit longer.
Minho can’t exactly place together why he’s overhearing your phone call. He knows who you’re calling, he can recognize Chan’s sister by her tone. But still, he keeps quiet, gently placing his bag down and silently taking his shoes off.
“I just— and don’t get me wrong, but, your boyfriend kinda seems… bored of you.”
What? Minho has to hold back a scoff, remaining as still as a statue next to the front door. He’s waiting for you to deny it.
“You think so?”
And then, he frowns, because you didn’t. Instead, your tone sounded hesitant. Dubious.
As if you weren’t sure if Minho loved you.
“You say he keeps cancelling your plans together. He has stopped making time for you. Like, girl, you can’t remember when was the last time he told you he loved you.”
Hannah pauses, and that only makes it worse, because it lets every word sink in.
“I uh, well. I ain’t gonna say that he should throw flowers at you every single second, but, uh, you know.”
He can only hear you groan loudly, almost picturing that cute motion you usually did when he meaningly teased you, taking your hair and covering your face with it.
“Can’t say anything for sure with him,” Hannah adds. “But, just by what you’re saying…”
Minho’s heart clenches tightly in his chest. He doesn’t want to keep hearing this... this nonsense. God, he loves you. And you… can’t see it? Frowning, he starts walking to your room, but his movements end in a halt, his hand just above the doorknob, threatening to grasp it and fully open the door.
“Girl, it’s gotta be late down there. Sorry this whole call was about me.” Your chuckle comes off slightly dry. “I’ll talk to you later, ‘kay? Go get some good sleep.” Your tone just screams how bad you’re feeling, and it just makes his chest swell with guilt that slowly creeps up his body.
Maybe he had been taking you for granted?
He opens the door as soon as you press the red button, sighing loudly after ending the call. When you see him, you jump in your place, startled by his presence, and you stand up awkwardly.
“Minho!” You say in a squirm. He can’t help but cringe slightly.
“No.” His tone sounds childish, like a petty toddler who didn’t want to eat the carrots in their lunch.
You frown slowly, the slightly wary grimace melting on your face, allowing a soft confusion to step in.
“No what?” You mutter.
He walks to you slowly, and grabs your hand, taking it to his chest, pressing it flat against his clothed skin, over his heart. You can feel his heartbeat, a not-too-slow rhythm: thump, thump, thump.
“Call me by a pet name. Any pet name.” He says, his tone equally firm and soft. “Call me by a pet name and say you love me.”
He’s serious, but god, so fucking nervous. His brain is slowly melting away because he’s so bad with words and he isn’t sure any action could be enough. He’s already blushing.
“I, huh… I love you, jagi.” You mumble, still confused.
And even if you don’t say it as fondly as always, or if your smile isn’t beaming like how it usually did, you can feel his heartbeat quickening.
“You can feel it, right?” His eyes are soft and worried.
Oh, God. You just know you’ve gotta be pouting. It’s hard to react with words, and the only thing you can fathom doing is linking your arms behind his nape and sinking your face on the crook of his neck.
“Min, I’m so sorry.”
“N-no, kitten.” He mumbles, hugging you tightly too. “I am the one who’s sorry.”
He breathes in, drowning in your soft fragrance. Home. It’s you, it’s warm, and he loves it.
He loves you.
So, he says it. He has to say it. He can’t not say it.
“I love you.”
And it feels so good to let it out that he chuckles. He has to say it again. “I love you.” And again. “God, I love you.” Just once more. “I love you so much.” He’s giggling like a fool, but he’s a fool in love, and that makes him blush even more. “I can’t not love you. Not loving you would turn everyday into Mondays. Like, I can get it tattoed if you want me to. I just. I love you so much that ‘I love you’ can’t even—.”
You move from his shoulder, now facing him, and you cradle his face, pulling him in a kiss that’s so sweet that threatens to give both of you type 1 diabetes.
“Y-you’re crying.” Minho mumbles, softly brushing the stray tears away with his thumb.
“It’s your fault, silly.” You sniff, giggling too. “How can you say stuff like that?”
Your heart is beating like crazy, the butterflies in your stomach are multiplying by seconds and in your cheeks glistens a bright and deep shade of pink.
You want to say it too. But in his own way.
So, you take his hand and settle it on your chest. Right above your heart.
It’s a rapid thump thump thump that Minho feels right away. He can’t help but smile widely.
“I super-mega-love you.” He teases, picking you up in between his arms.
You’re laughing, squirming in his hold.
“Lee Minho! Put me down!”
But he just grips your body tighter to his, and walking as if you weighted nothing, heading towards your bed, plopping you down there.
“Good girl.” He snickers, and you blush even further. Minho takes your chin tenderly and pecks your lips. For a moment, certain kind of idea flashes through his head, but he just kissed you again, following his previous thought.
He opens your closet with a toothy grin, and halfly eyes the window before picking up a random shirt, a grey hoodie that used to be his, a dark skirt and your thigh-high socks, going as far as to the suspenders for you.
He then turns to face you, his eyes glowing. He can’t wait to see you all dolled up. Minho feels like a teenager, and he loves it.
“You have twenty minutes.”
You blink at him, and you can’t help but smile, confused.
“I’m taking your cute ass to a date.”
It may not be an instant fix to the struggles to your relationship, but as you two walk down the beach, looking for colourful rocks that match each other’s eye colour, you know that he’s worth fighting for.
Regarding Minho, he happily hums to himself, eyes glued to your figure as you cackle and run in the beach, as you look behind you and giggle at the prints your boots leave in the humid sand.
He smiles, running towards you, tackling you and holding you in his arms.
He’s not letting go anytime soon.
~Kats, who always struggles to choose a picture for the fics because istg lino looks good in every single moment!!
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Wow! You sure know how to make rice dumplings, Dad. They're delicious, both the sweet and the savory ones!
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Wow! You sure know how to make rice dumplings, Dad. They're delicious, both the sweet and the savory ones! Let me and Man Chai grab a few extra so our friends can try them too.
Oh and by the way, I won't be back for dinner tonight, so don't wait around at home... Come wait for me by the street corner instead! I'll be there performing a Wushou Dance tonight, so once I'm done, maybe we can head over to the teahouse together...
Thanks to Siya for the fantastic artwork!
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happyheidi · 11 months
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𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺
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mof17 · 1 month
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The Dessert Tends to Get a Bit Cold at Night
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huangrenjuns · 8 months
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Renjun (feat. Jaemin & Chenle) ♡ DREAM SKETCH: Page #7
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pollyanna-nana · 6 months
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Holy shit I thought I was just imagining it when playing but no, watching it again Kieran really DOES have tears in his eyes when he decides to help you defeat Terapagos. Poor kid :(
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slimslamflimflam · 7 months
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HERE’S OLDER AVA STUFF I FORGOT TO PUT IN WITH THE OTHER DOODLES
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k0libra · 6 months
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"Nom!"
Decided to draw Connor wearing that one super expensive merch jacket.
We've been covered by snow since the beginning of November, so that means it's winter time for all of my faves too hahah
(Updates and art technique rambling are under the cut)
Sorry for my little hiatus! Like usual, the workload towards the end of the 1st semester gets quite significant. Looking forward to winter holidays to draw my silly ideas and simply relax!💖
Also lately I've been developing my own techniques to imitate the look of traditional art, mainly watercolours in tandem with coloured pencils! The workflow is still not final, but I think even at this point it looks pretty convincing (yup this piece was done digitally in procreate). While coming up with solutions for imitation, I'm studying high-res scans of my own traditional art that was done using the same mediums! I've never done that before, it's an interesting exercise to dissect art in a new way for me, try to understand what makes traditional work read as "traditional" and then try to replicate those key points in digital. Fun fun fun!
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sadamitusw · 9 months
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my boy ezekiel tries to socialize awww silly, good luck to him
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year
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Aww he still has the bullet holes! :)
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happyheidi · 11 months
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pqlrx
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drama-glob · 15 days
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Just thinking how Fizz has always been so expressive with his big eyes and not just when he met Ozzie. ;) ^_^ <3<3<3<3 It also means he's had years to perfect the look too, but I'm mainly just happy Fizz reserves that admiration for Ozzie now instead of Mammon. ;) ^_^<3<3<3
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the-sneep-snoop · 11 months
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I have never been so wrong in all my life.
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sainz5516 · 2 months
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you are in love.
🥹🫶🏼
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