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A cat proposal
summary : minho is in love & wants to marry you
pairing : Lee Know x reader, pre-established relationship.
genre : FLUFF
warnings : mention of wanting to have kids together at the end.
the things i would do to have this man.... hope you enjoy reading!! feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments, it will be very appreciated!! <33
You were lying down on the couch, Minho sprawled on top of you. His head was on your chest, his nose nuzzling your stomach every now and then as if to remind you he was there. And you were playing with the locks of his hair lazily, drawing mindless circles on his back from time to time.
It had been exactly two weeks since Minho moved in with you. You hadn't really had the time to relax, just the both of you. His schedule was hectic and so was yours, as it was nearing the end of the year. You only saw each other when he came home late to you; bringing your body to his and peppering kisses on the soft curve of your shoulder.
But today, he managed to come home early, and so did you. Which led to an impromptu movie night together. Still, you couldn't really focus on the movie, the dialogue coming to you like mindless chatter. You had something to suggest to Minho, and you didn't really know how he would take it.
He must have noticed that you were looking up at the ceiling, since he blew a raspberry on your stomach, prompting startled giggles from you. He smirks, before placing a small kiss on your bare skin, "what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
"I have something to tell you, just think about it okay? You don't have to reply now."
"Okay, tell me about it," he turns the TV off, giving you his undivided attention. It made you flustered, how he always looked at you like you were the only person that mattered on this earth.
"Well... since you moved in. I thought... why not bring your cats here in the apartment, this way you could see them more often and we could take care of them together," you start off, your rhythm accelerating with each word.
"I mean, I know it will take time for them to get used to a new place, so we could do it gradually? They could stay over for a weekend until they feel comfortable here," you start to ramble. "And you could put their toys and playhouse in the washing machine room since it's nearly empty, and we'd take turns taking care of them and I don't mind feeding them and changing their litter box when you are on tour, and I'd bring them to your parent's house because they might miss them and-"
"Honey, breathe," he chuckles and you stop, gulping. You really forgot how to breathe during your little speech.
After that, it's silent. Minho doesn't say anything, placing his head back on your stomach. Your cheeks are turning a crimson red from embarrassment, you just made a fool out of yourself, didn't you?
Your frantic train of thought is interrupted when Minho picks up your hand and starts kissing your knuckles softly. He doesn't look at you as he places chaste kisses on each of your fingertips; as if his lips meeting your skin was worthy of all his attention.
The truth is, Minho couldn't talk right now. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid if he ever spoke, he wouldn't be able to stop the flow of words yearning to come out.
There are one million words in Korean, yet none of them seemed fit to express his adoration for you. He racked his brain for the right combination of words, because 'I love you' didn't cut it anymore. What he felt was more than love, it was a heart wrenching feeling in the most beautiful way.
Minho knew you loved him too, but it was in moments like this that he was reminded that you actually love him. That you were as infatuated with him as he was with you. That you thought about him just like he thought about you.
Kissing your fingertips, one at a time, he couldn't help but remember a fact he once read; there are twenty three words for love alone in Arabic. Maybe he should learn them, maybe he should learn every expression of love that was ever invented, every love poem that was written throughout history. And then he'd recite them to you, one by one. Maybe then you'd understand how you make him feel.
But he couldn't bring himself to tell you all of this, so instead, he settled on a love language that the both of you understood- touch. As his lips met your knuckles, he hoped that you'd feel it all through his kisses. That you'd know how much love he holds for you.
He finally looks up at you, his eyes holding yours in an intimate gaze. It's a while before he speaks again. "I will marry you one day, you know that right?" he whispers softly, as if it's a secret meant for the two of you alone.
Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, he wanted a forever with you?
"You mean that?" you whisper back, voice hoarse from the emotions you were barely keeping at bay.
"I do. Would you like that?" he asks in a small voice, as if there was a possibility you'd say no. You almost scoff at that thought; not in this life, not in the next one.
"Of course. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Min," you tell him sincerely, your eyes wide looking into his so he'd know how serious you are.
"I want... I want our cats here," he starts off, knocking the breath out of you, 'our'.
"And I want silly supermarket lists with you, that I wouldn't be able to read because your writing is shit," you both chuckle, his laugh reverberating through your entire body. You always felt it deep inside you when he laughed, as if it was a melody meant for you only to hear.
"And i want to brush my teeth with you. I want to come home and see you with the cats. I want to cook for you and I want to kiss you when I wake up and sleep," he whispers, head now buried into your chest as if he was embrassed to say those words out loud.
"And I want.. I want kids with you, I want a girl running around that looks just like you. And you'd both greet me at the door and I'd die a happy man."
Silent tears are falling out of your eyes right now, 'you'd be a good mother', he once told you. And now, he wanted you to be the mother of his kids. It felt like your heart was in his palm and that he was squeezing it with every word he said. But you didn't mind, you knew that Minho would never squeeze too far to break you. You were safe with him.
"We’ll have that my love, I promise," you smile, placing a sweet kiss on his head. "But i want a boy that looks like you,"you playfully pout.
"There could only be one me," he tsks, waving a hand in the air as if to dismiss your words.
"This is your son we are talking about," you laugh, your hand threading through his hair once again.
"Our son," he clarifies and you blush. "Yeah.. our", you repeat, a soft smile on your face and he finally looks up at you again.
You bop his nose with your finger playfully and he grins at the action. "So… does this mean you want the cats to move in?"
"Of course silly. My favorite people in one place, I can't wait."
"Cats are not people," you tease, and he rolls his eyes at your words.
"Details."
He then stands up, pulling you up with him. His hand gently cradles your jaw and his lips fall perfectly on top of yours; the kiss making stars swirl in front of your eyes. "I love you so much Min," you whisper in between kisses and he smiles, "I love you yn, so much more than you know."
"I know, you know, Lee Know," you joke and he pushes your face away with his finger, "Nevermind, I take my proposal back."
"No can do. You are stuck with me forever," you singsong, pulling him in for a tight hug.
Forever with you, he really liked the sound of that.
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE BLOODY 🍅🍅🍅
:3
So yeah, I made Venus, and maybe I was listening to crime and punishment by Ado while drawing this, and that's why it's a little sadder?
Oh, also another version of her but I suck at drawing blood :D
I love her design, created it like today, and totally in the morning, cool right?, and also, if you are curious, she is a malayan box turtle. It's her rottmnt design
Ps. I almost forgot to tell you that she is about 7-8 years old here, so she is still a baby. That's because I was also drawing kid Mikey, and while creating her, I just didn't stop :)
My cat knocked over these two yesterday and I had to do something about it
leovil probably had no real trouble adapting to the twins cause they already had plenty of experience parenting the first year squad
Without the shadow of a doubt 👌
Robin Hood RookVil mini art dump
Robin Hood Rook and Maid Marian Vil
Designs are from my own Robin Hood event I been kinda making and stuff
I kept getting distracted while working on their sprites so enjoy :3
Above the waves
I'm at the beach and i can't help but think about the Octotrio trying out and feeling their legs (and feet!!) for the first time
Idk maybe they actually tried a few times before actually making the big step and go to Night Raven ? There's only Jade here, sorry Azul/Floyd fans...I'll make it up for y'all!
I realized I never properly showcased my “self-insert (?)” design. It’s not a self insert in the way I affect the story anyhow lol- just an anonymous representation of me for silly TWST doodles ^_^ It’s a surprisingly fun design to draw (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)
Bloomers because I think it’s funny 🐦⬛
Leovil week day 2 - fireworks 🎆
Just a cute date for the New Year's fireworks, courtesy of the Science Club!
@leovilweek
+ background closeups
AzuRido little mermaid moment for the soul ☺️❤️ this is a commission for @/zucchinicubed on twt.
I think it'd be a cute idea for Kalim and Yuu to switch their usual outfits, or since Halloween is coming up, Kalim gets Yuu dressed into the scarabia Halloween outfit!
thank you for the suggestion, I had so much fun drawing this! (but the cloth's decorations looks too unpretty when I draw so I had to settle with just the body paint for now 🥲)
genuine question... are they dressed as a wolf or a fox?
Could you possibly do a Drabble with Idia x Reader with the cute pocky game you had going on?
@ Anonymous,
Thank you for the request. Literally no one has been requesting any so I was super excited to get yours. And it's Idia which tickles me. Lol.
I hope you enjoy and sorry about the wait. A lot of stuff came up. (I have gotten a lot more requests since the initial drafting of this. Also, I'll be making a collection of these on AO3 so if you'd like me to gift the fic to you, please drop your AO3 in the notes.)
Original Post
Without further ado—
Idia x f!Reader
[ One-Shot under the cut. ]
Idia was legit not surprised with how the game the Ramshackle Prefect introduced to them all had spread like wildfire throughout the campus.
They were teenagers, after all. Meat suits with raging hormones and maybe a couple handfuls of brain cells shared between the whole of the student body. And several of those brain cells were held in vice-like grips by specific singular students, making the overall pool of available brain cells even smaller for the rest of them.
The Ignihyde Housewarden was just glad that no one with half a brain would ever consider inviting him to play.
As if I'd want to? A game designed for normies who just want an excuse to suck face? No thanks! I'm good. He rolled his eyes. Tch, it's so cringe it hurts.
At least, that's what he continued to tell himself. If he didn't really buy his own words... well, that was his business and no one else's.
The problem wasn't the game itself, he supposed… if he really stopped to think about it. But he didn't want to think about it.
Ugh. Hope some new cringe fad comes out ASAP! This really triggers my rage.
He sighed as he watched his game load bar slowly inch toward completion. Because, of freaking course, the server would be hella saturated today of all days.
Groaning, he CTRL + ALT + DEL’ed out of the game rather than wait for it to load before exiting out.
This thing’s got me not even wanting to play my games. FML! This is the WORST!
He got up and jerkily opened his deskside food cabinet. Pulling out a random noodle cup, he slammed it onto his desk. Luckily, it wasn't hard enough to crush it. Much.
It was still functional, in any case, so whatever.
Smoothing out the cup as well as he could, he opened it and added some hot water from his electric kettle. Setting the lid over it once more, he idly played with the little ingredient packet as he grabbed a spoon from the little plastic drawer set on his desk.
Why can't these idiots think about anything, but making out and shit?
In reality, Idia knew why.
He was one of the idiots, after all. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone. In fact, he tried his very best to ignore it completely.
Admitting that he wanted to make out with someone would mean he'd have to think about the very person he wanted to make out with.
That person?
The one who had set this whole mess into motion.
“Meh,” he muttered, glancing at the little digital numbers at the bottom left hand side of his desktop screen. Meh, meh, meh.
After a few more minutes, Idia couldn't wait any longer. He pulled the top off the noodle cup and tossed it aside, giving it no mind to where it drifted. Ripping open the packet, he poured the ingredients in and used the spoon to stir them. Some of the broth spilled with how aggressively he stirred, which only further fueled his ire.
Damn it. Damn it all to Tartarus.
He began to eat, ignoring the slight crunch to the noodles as well as he could. He had just finished up his impromptu meal, downing both a small energy drink as well as half a bottle of water, when a sound rose in the air that he hadn't expected.
Knocking.
Glaring at his door, he was about to yell at whoever was on the other side to just leave him alone to his misery when he realized that there were only two people who would knock on his door.
The other Ignihyde students would never. If they needed to get ahold of him for any reason, they knew well they would need to contact him via technological means. Ortho-chan would just come right in. None of his peers outside the dorm would come to see him. He had no friends after all. Not really.
Well… maybe…
No. Especially not her. Like yeah, okay. She was like really sweet, and nice, and actually seemed interested in what he had to say when he went full fanboy and otaku mode, but that was just her being nice. Nothing more.
And yet, she was one of the two people who would be on the other side of that door.
The other was Crowley, but considering the fact that he was Crowley, the man would more likely just summon him to his office rather than pay a visit to his dorm.
Which meant it could only be the Ramshackle Prefect.
As if proving him right, another knock came upon the door, followed by the annoyingly cute sound of his crush’s voice.
“Idia? I know you're in there. Can I come in?”
What kind of event did I trigger? Idia sighed heavily. He hated this.
Somewhere along the line, Idia had come to realize that when it came to the otherworlder, he had a very hard—if not impossible—time denying her anything.
He brought his hands up to his face, letting out as quiet and muffled a groan as possible before pulling his hands away once more. Taking a shaky breath, he stood and crossed the space between his desk and the door.
The third year wondered if he should just ignore her. After all, if he didn't answer, she would have to leave at some point right?
“Idia Shroud!”
“Eep!”
“I'm not leaving until you let me in, mister!”
Idia tried and failed not to smile.
He could just picture her. Standing on the other side of the door, hands on her hips, glaring cutely at the door like some romance anime heroine.
For the love of STYX, why was she so freaking cute?
And why was she so determined to see him?
It made no sense.
Except that she likes and cares about you, another voice said. His mind, and the rest of him, silenced the thought as quickly as it came.
His face became a grimace and he decided that now was the time to get this visit over with, so that he could get back to his raging pity party.
Whatever she wanted couldn't take that long, right?
Just rip the bandaid and be done with it.
Spite forced his hand in the end. He unlocked and pulled the door open, his face still a deep scathing frown. The moment his eyes met those deep, warm brown eyes—however—he felt his demeanor and posture go shy.
“Ah, h-hey…” he said by way of greeting, with the smallest smile on his face. Then he remembered he was supposed to be annoyed, and tried to force the grimace once more. He wasn't sure if he managed, but the moment he took in the rest of her, he had to keep himself from laughing.
If he had to hazard a guess, he imagined he looked a lot more like the nauseous emoji rather than a scathing one.
The reason for his sudden urge to laugh was that the Ramshackle Prefect was, no cap, standing with a wide, determined stance with her closed fists on her hips as she looked up at him.
That made him feel off-kilter for a moment. He kept forgetting how short she was compared to him. She could still no doubt kick his ass TKO style, because who couldn't, if he was honest—but she was just so… fun sized and cute.
He longed to hug and cuddle her. He wanted to hold hands with her. Wanted to whisper soft couple things into her hair as he embraced her from behind. He wanted to keep her safe, since she didn't have any magic of her own. And to support her in whatever she wanted to do because, damn, this was a young lady who was going places. He wanted to beg her not to leave if a way was ever found, because who would he talk to then? (Other than Muscle Red, of course. But even then, this was different.)
“There! That's better isn't it? We can definitely talk better this way.”
Idia felt himself start to nod and smile along with her, before shaking his head and frowning.
“What do you want?”
Her brows rose and slowly she began to frown. Then her brows knit together and her stance became even more stern than before.
“You won't talk to me like that, Idia! No, sir. We're friends, remember? Besides, I brought you a gift. Doncha wanna know what it is?”
Idia felt his conviction slip.
A gift? For him? Had he really triggered some kind of event?
He frowned.
If it had been anyone else, he would have thought it was a trap. The problem was, it wasn't anybody else.
It was the girl of his dreams.
“Why?” He heard himself ask. He frowned, but he wasn't sure if it was at the situation itself or himself. “Why would you get me a gift?”
The Prefect sighed, now crossing her arms. Idia called himself several kinds of idiot.
That stance is never a good one in anime and manga.
Now he'd likely ruined everything, and she was going to leave, and he'd be in an even worse funk than before.
“I already told you, Idia. We're friends. Sometimes friends give each other gifts. And I care about you. Gift giving is a great way to support the people you care about.” She then grinned. “Or just chock it up to the fact that I wanna. Okay? Now—” She fell silent and only continued when Idia looked up, into her unfairly gentle and pretty eyes. “Can I please come in?”
Idia said nothing. He just scoffed under his breath and moved aside, ignoring the rush of affection he felt as she quickly moved into his room. That quickly turned to dread as he suddenly realized how much of a pig sty his room truly was.
Shit, shit, shit.
She didn't seem to notice, however. In fact, she didn't even seem to look around. She just turned back to him and the moment he closed the door, she moved in closer and closer.
Was she about to go plot twist villain on him? Well, he supposed there were worse ways to go than being murdered by a ridiculously beautiful girl in a school girl uniform.
“W-What are you—”
She stopped in front of him and rummaged in her book bag before pulling out a rectangular, shiny yellow box. He frowned.
He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he already knew what it was from the sight glimpse.
A box of Pocky.
A box of banana-flavored Pocky.
His favorite.
“What are you—”
She said nothing, only smirking as she opened the box, then the unopened package inside. Pulling one out, she held it up as she held his gaze.
“I'm guessing you've heard about the game?” She asked, though it wasn't really a question. She knew he knew it well. “Wanna play it with me, Idia?”
There was something new there. A sort of hint of something. A variation.
He would never vocalize his guess, but if he wasn't mistaken, it sounded a lot like flirting.
“M-me?”
She groaned and threw up both hands, the Pocky rising with the one that held it.
“You're not as dumb as you like to think, Idia—about people, I mean.”
She held his gaze firmly. He just continued to stare dumbly at the shorter girl. Slowly, it dawned on her that he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about.
“Okaaay… so you don't get it.” She sighed. “Fine. I'll tell you. In a way that even you won't be able to find a single way to deny it.”
Idia just blinked.
“I like you, Idia. A lot. And I want to be more than friends. But you're also really skittish. I only introduced the game in the hopes that I'd be able to play it with you, and the kiss would tell you the rest.”
Idia just stared. And stared some more.
She sighed, moved in closer, and held up the Pocky.
He took it without thinking.
“If me being your girlfriend is something you are on board with, play the game with me…”
Idia didn't think he had ever put anything into his mouth as fast as he did the Pocky.
There it was, just the tip of the flavored part of the cookie stick held between his lips. It was worth it, though. The Prefect smiled so brightly, a light tinge of pink coloring her cheeks.
“So you do like me!”
He sighed. Here it came.
Time for the ridicule to commence in 3, 2, 1—
“I'm glad.”
That's what I thought you'd say, because duh—wait what?
“You're… glad? Why?” It wasn’t easy to talk with a piece of pocky being held by his lips, but through luck or maybe he had a high enough stat, he managed.
She sighed. This time, however, it sounded fond.
“If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you.” She then beamed and Idia felt himself mirroring her without his consent. “But I'll give you a hint.”
She then closed the remaining space between them, took the other end of the Pocky in her mouth, and quickly nibbled through it until she'd reached his end.
Idia was pretty sure he short circuited for a moment. He blinked rapidly until he was finally able to register what was happening.
The Ramshackle Prefect had kissed him. Was kissing him.
Their lips were still touching.
He swallowed the bit of banana Pocky in his mouth and closed his eyes tight. He'd never kissed anyone before, except his mom and his figurines and—though he would take it to his grave—a couple of his character and idol body pillows when he was feeling particularly needy.
Still, he let instinct take over and did his best to match her actions.
Pulling away, he opened his eyes to meet her gaze.
“I knew you liked me back. Thank you for finally telling me.”
Idia blushed. He felt his throat trying to work, but all that came out was something like squealing—but less cute and more strangled.
Apparently, the Ramshackle Prefect had no trouble finding it endearing, if the fond smile on her face was any indication. Then a conspiratorial grin slipped onto her face.
“So what do you think about the game from my world?”
Idia had liked it. He was pretty sure she knew it too. She just wanted to hear him say it.
Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to do that just yet. Instead, he let some of his hair fall forward to obscure his face as he brought his index fingers together, tapping them against each other a few times.
“I don't… um… not really sure.” He cleared his throat, trying to speak up, but mumbling worse instead. “Maybe we should try it again… a few times… just to get a good sample size…”
The smile that radiated off her face in that moment took Idia to a whole other realm. His room no longer felt so gloomy and depressing. It looked brighter somehow.
His attention was immediately snapped back to the short Prefect, who still stood very close. He blushed as he realized how close, before reminding himself that they'd just kissed, which had been a hell of a lot closer. That only caused him to blush more deeply as the realization sunk in.
She had kissed him.
Him!
And he had, technically, kissed back.
His face felt like it was radiating heat.
She giggled and pulled out another Pocky stick, putting the cookie tip in her mouth. She then raised her brows and grinned.
A clear invitation.
It was one of the only invitations Idia had gotten for anything (outside of gaming) that he immediately RSVP’d on.
As they kissed, Idia felt his muscles loosen and his body warm. At some point, long after the cookie was gone, petite arms wrapped around his neck as his hands awkwardly settled upon her waist. He had successfully passed the surprise event and achieved the Best Ending.
Maybe I can convince her we'll need to go through the whole box, just to be absolutely sure I like the game.
He smiled into the kiss at the thought.
