#keita soft

[keitchupp]

kitty keita icon

[jazzitos]

✿⠀✿⠀ Keita’ s OFC 誕生日 💦♥︎

[i4219s]

% ᵕ‿‿ᵕ % / / aguardiente y limón 𓆈 🍀💦🪱🫗

[peach-eyes]

[chouqs]

• 𓇼 ◯ ｡* 𓇼 ◯ ｡* 𓇼 ◯ ｡* 𓇼 ◯ ｡*

[ghoulete]

[skzooe]

i absolutely love the lipstick stain trend!

i need a part 3 with junhyeon in it, pretty pleasee

you are doing great, keep up the good work! :)

lipstick stain trend,,💌 p.3

BOYS PLANET

p.1 p.2 p.3

with; taerae, keita, kamden, gyuvin, junhyeon, matthew

[note;; i waffled towards the end bc i ran outa ideas but not sure if this is still in trend so sorry for the wait!! ❣️]

for those who don't know 💋💋💋

taerae;

such a romantic guy

will place roses and candles around you to "set the mood" of the video

HE'S SO EXTRA I LOVE HIM

"waitwait, we need more flowers"

a perfectionist fr

he's so into it as you place kiss marks on his face

you can just tell how he's trying to hide his huge smile

honestly fighting the urge to kiss you back

he couldn't help it, so he ran his thumb across your stained red lips, holding your hips for support

turns into a LONG ASS makeout sesh

you both pull away and hes just staring at you with love in his eyes and just smiles so beautifully 😭

“i could spend the whole day doing just this.”

(promoting my taerae picnic date fic bc why not🤷‍♀️)

keita;

when you show him the video he gets SO SMILEY

his smile literally lights up the whole room its so cute

how could he say no

when you cup his face and start kissing him he literally WONT STOP SMILING

"your lips are so soft"

he loves it too much that he starts giggling like a girl uncontrollably

when you finish the video he just blurts out the most random things

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH"

"I'M SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU"

is he drunk???????

tight cuddles and kisses straight after bc he's just like that

kamden;

we already know how kamden is

he's an average user on tiktok so he might know about it already

so when you ask him he's just like: 🙂🧍‍♂️

he doesn't really mind since he's down for anything with you

"im down"

he just sits there in silence as you pepper kisses on his face

he doesn't really make eye contact with you because he's SO SHYY

when you start giving kisses on his neck, he gets so flustered and his ears turn red

he didn't want you to see how red he was, so he pulled you in and cuddled you as tight as he could on his chest

you noticed his ears which you found adorable

"you're so cute when you're flustered"

"you make me lose control."

(honestly got me kicking my feet while writing this icl)

gyuvin;

sooooo clingy

physical touch king

would do ANYTHING to spend more time w you

"do you-"

"YES."

dawg im not done talking?????

while you put on the lipstick you picked out, gyuvin is just laying on your lap playing with the strings of your hoodie

istg he's never separating from you

cup his cheeks and he will MELTT

you try to kiss his cheek, but he swerves his lips onto yours 🤧

he thought he was so slick with it

"i really, really want to kiss you again"

as you're about to lay kisses on his cheek, he pulls you close and places his lips onto yours

only bc he just cant get enough of your touch

goes on for ageeeessss

you both pull out with heavy breaths, looking so flushed and dizzy with pink cheeks

he has smudged lipstick all over his mouth which you find so cute

he just chuckles

"you got lipstick all over me"

junhyeon;

you're sat on the counter of the kitchen as junhyeon heats up his food

you stumble across a video of the trend which you found soo cute

you show him and he is just so goofy and confident about it🤧

"do you wanna do this?"

"SAY LESS"

you get the lipstick from your bag and apply it to your lips while he approaches you

he's hovering over you with hands on the counter, each on your sides

as you're kissing his face, you accidentally smudge one which makes him whinee

"i think i deserve a kiss."

he's smirking sooo slyly

he puts his hand on your waist as he pulled in close

you're both lost in the moment as he says

"i wanted to do this so damn bad"

(the food hello??????)

matthew;

you're both snuggled up on the couch watching tiktoks together when you both come across this trend you wanted to try out

matthew rushes to get your lipstick because he's so committed to helping you

he's so sweet about it that he won't stop asking questions

"is this colour okay?"

"does my outfit look good?"

"should i fix the lighting?"

you tug on his collar to apply the lipstick onto his face

which makes him sooo shy and cute

his ears automatically turn red in which he tries to hide with a smile

as you film the video, he just looks at you with a huge smile

"you look heavenly."

literally cant take your eyes off you

the comments go WILDD

💬: find me a man that looks at me like that

💬: HE'S INLOVE

mattew will treasure that video FOREVER

shares it to everyone he knows. his friends, his family, EVERYONE

"was that okay? i'd love to do that again"

© skzooe

[dgrailwar]

FINALE - In the Sunlight

The Mother of Monsters, the vessel of the Holy Grail, shimmered with a truly radiant light as you made your choices, your inputs for her wish known.

' …You've made your choices, so this is goodbye. For certain this time, as their souls must fill the Grail in order for it to function properly. '

True to the goddess' word, the Servants began to disappear one by one.

The Alter-Ego was the first to begin to vanish, scoffing quietly.

"What? You want some long sniveling goodbye? As if. Sometimes it's just best to let the curtain fall. No encores this time, sadly."

However... her haughty expression lightened, even if it was slight to others, the look in her eyes was rare- her heart laid bare, if only briefly.

"…That being said, you weren't half bad. If we meet again, I wouldn't mind having you as managers again. Please... Be well, Masters."

She bowed deeply, especially gracefully despite her injuries. Her body faded away into twinkling mist, disappearing as elegantly as she had appeared.

The MoonCancer seemed to be vanishing next, as she seemed to pet her mouse familiar for comfort.

"Oh, man. She left all cool, and I can barely keep myself together. God… goodbyes are the worst. What do I even say? I mean, once upon a time, a real tactless guy gave me some advice, so maybe I can just pass it on. So…"

"…Live on, Masters. Even if you don't think you're anyone special… there's definitely someone out there that needs you."

"Take care, okay? I hope fortune rains down on you and you have the brightest futures ever… and I'm saying that as me, not as Lord Ganesha!"

She waved two of her four arms as she vanished, as the other set took off her glasses and wiped at her eyes as she tried not to cry too hard as she left.

The Gunner let out a long, low whistle.

"…So, you decided I'd be reborn, huh? You're really stacking on the pressure, luckily that's where I thrive!"

"But even with me 'coming back'... I'd still consider this goodbye. With an operation like this, I'll be busy trying to set up all the pieces, so it's not like we'd run into each other on the street until I had everything in order."

"So… sayonara. Let's work together to make this uninteresting world interesting, okay?"

He winked, turning away as he began to walk off towards the Mother of Monsters, his form dissipating into twinkling light.

The Count, in a rare state, seemed a bit pensive.

"This is goodbye. It has been a strange journey, but a pleasant one nonetheless. I've said all the words I need to say."

"Or… perhaps not. No, two more rest on my tongue, and as you've called me forth, so you must know them well! So, hold these words in your heart, for the rest of your days, especially as you face this uncertain future!"

"Wait… and hope!"

With a grin as ghastly as night, yet somehow as bright as the rising sun, the Count threw his arms outward with an echoing laugh as his form disappeared.

The last one to go was the Voyager. The core. The hope that you all had chosen.

He sniffled, wiping at his tears.

Then, he smiled.

His voice was soft, and his words were brief, like the gentle twinkle of wind-chimes.

"…Bye-bye. And thank you."

He drifted up towards Echidna, waving his hands as his form vanished.

And only you remained, as the world built by this Grail began to crumble. You felt yourself pulled into darkness… and then, like awakening from a dream, drifting closer and closer into light.

The Mother of Monsters, Echidna, had slowly regenerated over the period of millennia after being nearly slaughtered back in the Age of Gods. Her wrath had been terrifying, only stymied by the sudden, miraculous appearance of the Voyager, and truly quenched by the actions of a few recklessly kindhearted magi.

Her movements were heavy and sluggish, as she pulled herself out the cavern that she had rested in for what felt like eternity, heading towards towards the sun, wincing a bit as the light of the sun hit her face. The sound of movement echoed behind her, as creatures began to pour out of the cave that she had resided in, monsters finding themselves on the surface.

Growls and hisses, the stamping of tails and feet, the flapping of tentacles and wings, all of them confused and elated at the prospect of life- at the prospect of being alive and living in the light.

The last to pull themselves out into the light were the goddesses, who looked upon their kin dancing under the light with joy.

' …The sun is so warm... it's been so long... '

"Is it everything you wished for?"

' ...Even more. '

[tgrailwar-zero]

Guys, is it really difficult to just say we like her as a friend?

To be fair, we’re divided on a good day, but most of us like you? You’re funny, you’re smart, and you’re definitely strong—but there’s lot of super strong people out there too. We like you cause we had great times together, and we even saved the world(?) …in that time that didn’t actually happen(??) and…

… we just want our friend to be okay and happy and the good times to continue…?

Never mind, being emotionally vulnerable sucks. Pretend we said nothing.

BLACKSMITH: "…What're you makin' that annoyin' face for?"

BENNOSUKE(?): "Hehehe… hehehehehe… Did'ya hear that? They wuuuuuuv me! I'm gonna tell eeeeeeverybody! They're gonna be sooooo jealous!"

You're kidding.

There she is.

BLACKSMITH: "Excuse me? They said a lot of things, but I don't think that was one of 'em. Did you hit your head again when I wasn't lookin'? What the hell is 'wuv'?"

MUSASHI: "It's called subtext, old man. Maybe they didn't invent it in your time? Still, gosh, it's about time. I was starting to get a bit discouraged."

MUSASHI stretched, before looking over at you and nodding. The BLACKSMITH frowned, folding his arms.

BLACKSMITH: "That look in your eyes, you've reached some sorta conclusion. I guess that means you're leavin'… well, if that's what'll make you happy, I ain't gonna stop you."

The Blacksmith said... ugh, remaining still, not going back on his word.

MUSASHI: "Mm. Thank you though, for giving me a home for a bit."

The children ran up to her, tugging on her kimono.

GRANDDAUGHTER: "But you can't leave! Not yet! We'll miss you!"

You saw her smile grow soft as she knelt down, pulling the kids into a hug.

MUSASHI: "Trust me, I feel the same. I'll miss you too. Take care of your grandpa, okay?"

She hopped up to her feet, turning back to you.

MUSASHI: "I don't think so, though it's not like I've really had much of one. But... living in this Shimousa, with old man Muramasa, Onui, and Tasuke… it's a pretty lie. One that if I wasn't careful about, could live in for a really long time without realizing something was wrong. That Pretender really is a devious one."

She turned away slightly, clearing her throat as she caught her breath.

MUSASHI: "…This was the place where the human 'Miyamoto Musashi' died, and the Heroic Spirit 'Miyamoto Musashi' was born."

BLACKSMITH: "Bennosuke…"

MUSASHI: "I know. I'll take care of myself. But that means you've got to take care of yourself too, next time we meet for real, I'll be bugging you for a new sword."

BLACKSMITH: "…See you."

MUSASHI: "See you."

She readied her katanas.

MUSASHI: "Some privacy, please? I'll pull through, don't worry. I always do. But that Jaguar wants us to put on a show, right?"

She winked, flashing a roguishly charming smile. It was bewitching enough that you only just caught the upswing of her blade. The strike was swift, sudden, and perfectly painless as it neatly severed your connection to MUSASHI's dreamscape.

…As expected of a sword saint.

You found yourselves back in the room with JAGUAR MAN, who was violently shaking you as your Servants continued to yell. It was a lot of noise at once. Was this what they heard every time you got panicked? You looked back at the screen, seeing MUSASHI still asleep.

The ninth chime sounded.

PRETENDER stood over MUSASHI, still as confident as he was when you last saw him. Which... was actually a few seconds ago. Dream-time was strange.

PRETENDER: "It's but a shame, but this is where the story ends. I repeat that I only did this because you were my most formidable opponent, may you have sweet--"

Before he could finish, he was suddenly cut off.

PRETENDER: "…?!"

Two hands shot up, grabbing him by the side of the face and yanking him downwards. The entire arena was treated to a wide shot of the previously asleep samurai having yanked the prince into a kiss- on the forehead at least. This was followed by a rather brutal headbutt as MUSASHI slammed her forehead against his, the PRETENDER letting out a pained yell as he stumbled backwards, reeling from the dirty strike. The samurai spoke up, her voice loud and clear for the observing parties as she hopped up to her feet.

MUSASHI: "And thus, the lovely princess was awakened by true love's kiss! Oh, Jeran, you dirty dog! What will your fans think? Stealing a kiss from a maiden like myself? The scandal of it all!"

Before the PRETENDER could comment, the swordswoman thrust the pommel of her sword into his nose and kicked him square in the chest, knocking him into a nearby wall.

He crashed into it, slumping down as MUSASHI stretched, yawning dramatically.

MUSASHI: "Aaaawaa… man, I needed that! Hm? Why's the air so tense? Did I miss something big?"

SALIERI: "That woman…"

NERO: "She's truly devilish…"

CONSTANTINE: "Making us worry like that…"

KUKULKAN: "That's our Saber!"

You heard the PRIEST's voice echo over the footage.

PRIEST: "And… at the last moment before the tenth count, the Null Zero Samurai awakens!"

The arena burst into wild, chaotic cheers.

[leejeongz]

🫧 evnne reaction to you asking for a hug 🫧

pairing: boyf!evnne x gn!reader

genre: fluff (a bit angsty but not relationship angst)

warnings: pet names, mentions of food (seungeon)

a/n: acc most of these were kinda sad because i couldn’t think of happy scenarios 😭 sorry !

⋆ hanbin

“im in my room, angel!” hanbin shouted as he heard you close the front door.

you spied him lying on the bed, waiting for you to come in, which made you smile immediately. hanbin always looked a little bit mischievous, but he was definitely planning something right now.

“please not today,” you groaned, “i’m not in the mood for pranks.”

“what’s wrong? did something happen?” he asked, concerned.

“just a long day,” you sulked, dropping your bag off of your shoulder so it fell into its usual place, beside his desk, “hanbin, can i have a hug?” you asked, which caught him off guard.

more + other members under the cut

“uh yeah of course you can!” it was the quickest you’d ever seen him move off his bed for anything. he flung his arms around you and you rested your head on his shoulder sloppily. he hummed, his chin coming to rest on your head. his arms squeezed you slightly as he felt your head droop further, aa if to remind you that he was there, which made you smile instantly.

“is that better?” he asked, pulling away slightly.

“thank you,” you nodded with a pout.

he smiled back at you sweetly, taking your hand and pulling you to the bed. “or maybe we should cuddle for a bit longer, i was thinking we could watch high school musical again?!”

⋆ keita

“y/n it’s your birthday, why are you here on your own?!” keita finds you in your room, re-reading the birthday card he gave to you. “hiding from hanbin?” he laughs.

you laugh with him as you stand from the edge of your bed. “it’s just a lot to take in, you know?” keita nods, edging closer to you with a sympathetic look on his face, which draws the question out of you that you’ve been wanting to ask him all day. “can i have a hug?”

“a birthday hug?” keita asks, opening his arms as he stops right in front of you.

“just a regular hug,” you respond, your arms wrapping around his torso as he kisses your shoulder.

his embrace feels so familiar. comforting. it makes you forget about all the overwhelming events of the day. his hand gently moves down your back and up again, his breathing syncing with your own as the hectic day stops for just a moment.

“i love you,” keita whispers.

you pull away, content and ready to face the music once again.

“i love you too,” you whisper back, your hands finding his.

“i know.”

the smirk on his face reminds you of the keita you met on your first date, so rightfully confident, yet incredibly soft. “good.”

⋆ jeonghyeon

jeonghyeon was working away on his laptop, his earphones plugged in with his concentration face in action. you walked into the room as he was shuffling in his seat, before he tugged his earphones out and got up off the sofa.

“you made me jump,” he laughed, hoping it wasn’t too obvious as he almost bumped into you.

“babe, can i have a hug?” you pouted, without even meaning too.

“of course, baby,” he responded.

his arms welcomed you into his chest immediately, which you rested your head against. you always felt comfortable in his arms, they were so secure, but not suffocating, they wrapped around you so perfectly, you never wanted to be anywhere else but in his arms whenever you hugged him. his hands gently rubbed at your back in a soothing way, almost lulling you into a dreamlike state.

“are you tired?” he asked softly.

“just needed a hug,” you spoke against his chest.

“well, i’m always here when you need one,”. you looked up to him with a gentle smile and he placed a kiss onto your forehead, smiling back at you proudly. “i needed a hug from you too.”

⋆ seungeon

“seungeon,” you whispered, crouching next to his bed. he was completely out when you left to go to the store and now that you’ve come back, he’s just beginning to stir. your hand finds his hair, a little damp from sweat, but you think it’s cute.

“‘mm” he muffles, swatting your hand away gently.

after a couple of seconds, he manages to wake up and turn onto his back.

“can i have a hug?” you ask.

he’s still not completely wide awake, and so he just holds his arms out above him and waits for you to climb onto his bed and into his arms. you flop on top of him in a playful manner, careful not to hurt him. his arms soon encase you, flush against his body. he took a long inhale and then let it out, clearly very happy with his life currently.

“why?” he wondered aloud.

“you just looked so cute wrapped up in there,” you answered. seungeon rewarded you with an aww and a very faint, innocent kiss on your ear. “and also because they didn’t have the chips you wanted at the store.”

⋆ yunseo

“you won?” he asks, a huge smile across his face as you nodded.

“they didn’t stand a chance,” you bragged, flicking your hair and rolling your eyes sassily.

“i don’t doubt it,” he encouraged, “let me treat you to something special,” his flirting never failed to make you embarrassed, especially when his hand came to your arm, caressing it gently.

“maybe a hug?” you asked innocently.

“really?” his smile fell softer, “you want a hug?” his head tilted and reached out for your hands, pulling you closer into him and placing your arms over his shoulders. his hands soon found your waist, pulling you even closer until you were almost flush against him. as you looked up at him, yunseo couldn’t help but place a little kiss on your lips before his face displayed a proud smile.

“you’re so…” he had so many compliments in his head, but felt shy to say any of them. instead, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, swaying you side to side.

⋆ junghyun

“oh,” junghyun greets you with an awfully hidden shocked face, “you look…” he searched for the right word when you finished his sentence for him.

“… dreadful? i know, i haven’t slept. this stupid assignment,” you point at the computer screen, “junghyun, can i have a hug?” you ask, almost in tears.

he doesn't answer, instead he just walks towards you, waiting for you to open your arms while you’re sat down. you tuck your head between his waist and his arm as he strokes your hair with one hand, the other swooping over your shoulders. he reads over your work as you hug, your writing never fails to impress him, but it’s devastating to know that you stayed up all night to create it.

“babe,” he started. you look up at him once again as the arm over your shoulders becomes a hand stroking the top of your back, “let’s take a break now, okay? i’ll run you a bath, or you can nap, it’s completely up to you.”

“a nap sounds great,” you pause to think for a second “so does a hot bath,” you sulk, “but i can’t.”

“please, y/n, you’ll feel better when you get back to it anyway.”

[keitchupp]

keita cute edit

[patroclusdefencesquad]

i've been unemployed this month and have therefore read 17 books so here's my top three for january :

the mercies by kiran millwood hargrave

god this book is So Good. it's one of those books where there's not much happening, but it still manages to be so haunting and gripping. it's inspired by real events on a small island in 1600s norway, and the more general history of the witch trials, and the style of writing is very gritty and realistic to reflect that. all the men on this island are killed in a storm, leaving the women behind to fend for themselves, until the arrival of another man on the island, who tries to reassert control over them. it's a story about the power that men, and religion, have over women, and about love (lesbians!) and friendship. it's not a happy book, but it is incredible.

the watchmaker of filigree street/the lost future of pepperharrow by natasha pulley

this is a really gentle queer novel. the relationship between the two main characters is both the centre of the series and also not the focus of it, if that makes sense? i mean, they're both fucking idiots in the second book and there is a certain moment where i want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them, but it's very sweet, and soft, and not discussed but just There. the book itself is beautifully written, it's set in the late 1800s and i wouldn't exactly call it fantasy, but there's a hint of magic/supernatural about it (without giving away spoilers lmao). the plot detail is intricate and incredibly well thought through, and while there are a few plot choices that i wasn't a huge fan of, overall i loved this series, i raced out to get the second one as soon as i could. thaniel and keita babes i love you you're so dumb sometimes <3

more than a best friend by emma r alban

it's bridgerton but lesbians. it's literally bridgerton but lesbians what more can you want. fun soft read i adored it i need the sequel like right now

i also reread all of the magic in manhattan and associated books because i desperately needed a comfort read and god did they deliver as ever. sebastian and wesley, sunshine x asshole couple, truly top tier

[starrypen]

who do you think are the hard doms and who are the soft doms in evnne? either way i’m on my knees for hanbin🧎‍♀️

⋇⊶⊰HARD DOM VS SOFT DOM - EVNNE⊰⊶⋇

warnings: smut, fem!reader, dom!evnne x sub!reader, bondage, “slut”

THE hard doms :

˚➶ ｡˚ hanbin

incredibly mean and sly. loves to spank and laughs at your reaction. scolds you when you do something that isn’t up to his satisfaction. teaches you how to use your body to make him cum. “stupid slut, you know what i need.”

˚➶ ｡˚ jeonghyeon

handcuffs and blindfolds. keeps you wondering what he’ll do to your body next. bratty behaviour is not tolerated, he will happily starve you of touch or deny you of your orgasm. lots of edging, then smirking at how needy you are. “look at you, so pathetic.”

THE soft doms :

˚➶ ｡˚ keita

gives you permission to play with yourself. patient and respectful, strokes your hair while you’re giving him head and traces his finger over your body in admiration while fucking you. encourages self love. “who’s my pretty girl hm?”

˚➶ ｡˚ seungeon

touchy and cuddly. he takes the lead by default by taking responsibility for both of your pleasure, yours always coming before his (literally 🤭). tortures you with your own orgasm. “just one more, baby, i know you can.”

˚➶ ｡˚ yunseo

reassuring and caring. your pleasure is his pleasure. loves to praise you for everything you do like taking his cock well or wearing his favourite lingerie set. lots and lots of compliments. “you make me feel so good, baby, fuck.”

[sooniebby]

How would your oc's react to reader shyly asking for a kiss? Like they just thought about how much they loved them, looked at them and randomly asked for a Lil kiss kiss

Yichen — no. He wouldn’t let you kiss him, on the lips at least. He’d kiss you on the forehead and call it a day

Yubin — he’d awe at your cuteness and give you more than a kiss <3

Mikey — would gladly kiss you

Riki — would also give you more than a kiss

Yuta — he’d smile a bit and press a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away

Kimura — he’d just lightly kiss your lips and then pull away

Vincent — gladly kiss you… but then it might lead to more than kisses

Eun Jae — he’d kiss you softly and then just cuddle you

Keita — he’d smile and kiss you

Xavier — would quickly kiss you and then kiss your cheeks as well

[leeknaauurr]

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POV: you fall asleep while watching a movie

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Warnings: This is my first post so it might be kinda bad

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|| Ricky, Keita, Jay ||

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Ricky:

You and Ricky had been out and about all day, the mall, the park, pretty much any place you name you both had been there sometime today.

While of course it was fun and you loved every minute of it, it was also exhausting, for the both of you.

You got home and crashed onto the couch, almost already asleep.

“You know what we should do to end the perfect day perfectly??” Ricky sat next to you and poked your stomach.

“What should we do?” you sat up and looked at your boyfriend curiously.

“Let’s watch a movie!!” Ricky says with an excited expression paired with a little ‘whoop whoop’ arm dance.

I mean you were tired of course, but after he was so cute about it.. How could you possibly say no to him?! Exactly you can’t.

“Let’s do it!!” You give him back the same excited energy which made him break into a smile.

You lean against him as he turns on a movie for the two of you to watch. As your head is on his chest you can feel his heart beating. He gently puts his arm around you, which makes your heart start exploding.

You and Ricky cuddled up on the couch sharing a fluffy blanket. It was perfect.

How did you get so lucky to have a boyfriend like him!?! The biggest smile ever creeps onto your face.

About half an hour into the movie, since you were so cozy, you were having a hard time keeping your eyes open.

You carefully looked at Ricky so he didn’t notice you looking. He wouldn’t mind if you fell asleep right?.. You thought about his excited smile.. even though he probably wouldn’t mind you tried your best to stay awake. But the urge to sleep was just to strong,

Ricky was snacking on some candy, completely immersed in the movie. Then suddenly he hears a little snore. He looks down at you and sees your eyes closed and mouth open. He tries to hold back his laugh so he doesn’t wake you up but he can’t help but let out a little chuckle.

Slowly and quietly Ricky turns off the movie and cleans up the mess (all the candy wrappers). He stands in front of you and tries to think of a way he can carry you to bed without waking you up.

After really thinking it over, he comes to the conclusion that his only two options are to either: wake you up and walk you to bed or to carry you. He looks down at you, you look so peaceful. He can’t wake you up!

Nervously Ricky reaches his hands around your torso and lifts you into his arms. He tries to walk as fast as he can so he doesn’t accidentally wake you up. He’s trying so hard not to wake you he doesn’t even realize his cheeks are turning beet red.

He super carefully sets you onto the bed and pulls your favorite warm blanket over you. He quietly lays down next to you (in his attempt to not wake you), and strokes your hair for a little while. It’s so soft.

Once his hand gets tired he decides it's time for him to join you in sleeping. Kissing your cheek, he softly whispers “Goodnight..”. He then starts drifting off into dreamworld along with you.

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Keita:

You were so excited to go see “movie name,” a new movie that just came out on Netflix. It looked so good and you were so excited. You had been looking forward to watching the movie with your boyfriend all day. When you got home you immediately went to find Keita.

“Keiiitttaaaa,” you shouted around the house. Keita suddenly emerges from your shared room holding a bag. “What’s that??,” you walk over to Keita and try to look into the bag. “I’ll tell you once you get your PJs on,” Keita replies enthusiastically.

You quickly throw on gray satin pajamas with stars on them and head out to the living room where Keita’s waiting for you on the couch. “Here you can open it now,” Keita said, handing you the bag with a grin on his face. You open the bag and gasp as you pull out the cutest teddy bear you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“He can watch the movie with us,” said Keita places the teddy bear in between the two of you. “Thank you I really love it,” you give your thoughtful boyfriend a hug. “Now let's start the movie!”

Keita grabs the remote and presses play. He tries to pay extra careful attention to the movie so he can match your excitement, when he feels your head plop onto his shoulder. He looks over at you and you’re out like a light.

Even though Keita is pretty chill most of the time, when it comes to you almost every little thing you do makes him giggle and kick his feet like a middle school girl. (Never in front of you though).

He’s frozen, he doesn’t want to move and accidentally wake you up. But he knows that the couch isn’t the most comfortable place to sleep. He reaches for the remote and turns off the movie.

Keita decides that he really doesn’t want to accidentally disturb your slumber, so instead of trying to carry you to bed, he instead gets up to get pillows and blankets, to make a bed for you on the couch.

He grabs two extra soft pillows and puts them under your head and neck so you don’t wake up sore. (He also makes a bed for your new teddy bear).

Keita looks at how cute you look, your mouth slightly agape. He can’t just leave you on the couch all alone!

Keita crawls onto the couch next to you, he sneaks a quick glance at you. Just looking at you makes a pink tint appear on his cheeks.

He gently brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear. (At this point his heart is already beating out of his chest so he might as well).

He can’t take being so whipped right now so he decides it's time for him to go to sleep. Even though it takes him awhile to calm down from your unintentional charm, he eventually falls asleep along with you though.

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Jay:

Jay had just gotten back from practice. You were in your room working on a group project, you were a bit stressed out because your group mates were making you do all the work. You’d pretty much been working on it all day.

You had told Jay about the important project the night before. So when he walked through the door to your shared apartment and called your name without an answer, he knew exactly where you were. He quietly peeked through the doorway, and snuck up behind you.

“How long have you been working on this?” He said, wrapping his arms around you. He didn’t want you to overwork yourself, but he also didn’t want to nag you.

“Most of the day, but I’m almost done.” you said trying your best to not sound tired. You know how worried Jay gets about your health sometimes, and the last thing you want to do is make him worry.

Jay paused, considering if he should just let you be or not. He realizes that you need to finish your project, buuut you said you're almost done, and it’s not due for 4 more days. One movie break shouldn’t hurt.

Cheekily Jay picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He marches down the hall into the living room with a sly grin on his face.

“JAAAAY, put me down, I need to finish my projecttt,” you squirm to try and get out of his grip. It doesn’t work though.

With a sneaky grin on his face Jay pretends to almost drop you, which makes you let out a small yelp.

“Oops did I scare you?,” laughing he plops you down on the couch and flicks your forehead. You flash him a smile and flick him back. Now he’s straight up giggling and kicking his feet, he thinks you're so cute.

He sits down next to you and pulls you closer to him while turning on a movie. You lean into his touch and rest your head on his shoulder. This is way better than finishing your project, you're grateful that you have Jay.

As you're lost in thought, daydreaming about your wonderful boyfriend, he puts his hand on your head and gently plays with your hair. Right now you feel so safe and comfortable. It’s almost like he knows you're tired and is indirectly telling you, “It’s ok you should rest”. Whether he knows or not you decide to let yourself get some rest.

Jay could feel your breaths get slower and deeper. He looks at you in your now peaceful state. Yep you were definitely asleep. Looking at your relaxed facial expression his heart warms up. He really is whipped for you.

He carefully picks you up and carries you to bed. When he lays you down on the bed he can’t help but have the biggest, sweetest, smile on his face. He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Goodnight,” Jay kisses your forehead, and closes his eyes. Maybe you guys should have a movie night more often.

[prk-gunwook]

Your Boys Planet writing is so good! <3 How about another fluffy one? Maybe their reaction to reader doing something cute/romantic for them like buying them a gift without an occasion or baking them cookies or something? Boys of your choice but I'd love if you include Jongwoo & Keita :)

BOYS PLANET — reactions to a gift

INCLUDES || sung hanbin | zhang hao | terazono keita | yoon jongwoo

GENRE || tooth-rotting fluff

WORD COUNT || 2.2k

NOTES || tysm for the kind words !! ofc i will include my fav boys keita and jong woo <3 lmk if you’d like a part two with the other boys— i got a bit carried away writing this, so it ended up way longer than i anticipated !!

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, SUNG HANBIN 𖥻 ❛ a new shirt ❜

SUNG HANBIN thinks you are his better half; the blood of his past mistakes spills from his lips and his mind and yet you are always there, ready to wipe away the dribbling crimson from his features with a soft hand and an even softer smile. Oftentimes he feels like a schoolboy with a crush, like he should pull at your hair for attention or kick you from beneath his desk.

Really, what did he do to earn someone so caring, someone so effortlessly generous? You joke you used up all your luck in getting to be with someone like him, but then what has he given for you? His hourglass of luck has been flipped upside down and inside out just to get a glimpse at you.

It shouldn’t be a surprise you gift him something when he hasn’t even asked for it— when he has mentioned needing it briefly in passing once or twice, hardly on his mind for longer than a second, but you picked up on it.

“Do you like it?” You ask nervously, wringing your hands as Hanbin stares at his reflection in the mirror. You’d brought home a new shirt for him— one that was expensive, of quality you’d never spend on yourself, but that you’d bought because it was for him.

Hanbin rolls the sleeves up, his forearms on display as he examines his reflection.

“I’d love anything from you,” He says, as if it were a simple fact. To him, it was. Your eyebrows furrow inward slightly, a sign of displeasure, and he turns to face you. “What?”

“I don’t want you to like it because it’s from me. I want you to like it because you… well, because you like it,” You say, lamely gesturing at the ground as if it would prove your point.

Hanbin merely smiles at you, reaching up a hand to affectionately ruffle your hair.

“You know me better than anyone. Of course I love it, idiot,” He tells you, his voice cased in a teasing lilt. You bite back a satisfied smile, opting instead to huff as you fix the collar for him (Hanbin had a bad habit of flipping the collar portion of shirts upwards, which bothered you to no end).

You feel the press of a soft kiss to your forehead as your hands move down to smooth out the fabric. “I love you,” He murmurs into your hair.

He needn’t say it; Sung Hanbin loves you so much it emanates off him in waves. He loves you like you are a child of the cosmos, like you are the ruler of his own personal world and life. And you love him just the same.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, ZHANG HAO 𖥻 ❛ hair clips ❜

ZHANG HAO, contrary to what you may think, loves fiercely, like a flame burning bright for only you. His words are liquid amber dripping down your ears, his kisses like a lighter setting your personal wax candle aflame. Zhang Hao is all of wintry branches and warm breezes, sticky-sweet toffee and bitter coffee.

He’s undeniable in his fiery spirit and gripping eyes, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He shows his love in affirmative words and soft touches— and you reciprocate. Neither of you gift the other things very often, and that’s never been a problem. It’s just not your style.

However, you couldn’t pass by a pack of emoji hair clips Hao didn’t yet own and not get them for him. That would be blasphemy.

You simply drop the pack of emoji clips on his bedside table, not bothering to leave a note or any indication it was you. Your Hao was smart, he’d know.

Likewise, he never gave any indication he ever received them, or that the clips hadn’t been a part of his collection to begin with. But you noticed, of course, that the next day his mess of dark hair was adorned with a new moon emoji clip.

He didn’t say thank you— well, not with words.

Hao looks at you like he’s hallucinating a halo atop your head, like he sees two wings sprouting behind your back and unfolding like a crisp book. And maybe he does; in his world, the sun revolves and spins around you. He is just one of many admirers, because he thinks you must have several hundred with how wonderful you are.

You don’t need to tell him you bought those clips with him in mind. No words are exchanged, but a million are said; “I thought of you and your stupid hair clips”, “These are from me”, “I love you enough to think of you all the time”.

A few weeks later (during which he has not worn a single hair clip not from the packet you bought him), a small box appears on your nightstand. When you open it, a collection of bright and colorful stickers fall out onto your lap. You know, instantly, these are from Hao (who constantly complains about the sheer amount of stickers decorating every piece of furniture the two of you own).

You sort through them, a smile breaking out when you land on the final sticker, not in a pack like the rest. This one was clearly cut out from another, placed deliberately among the others.

“I love you,” in bright, bold letters, with a combination of emojis surrounding it.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, TERAZONO KEITA 𖥻 ❛ blankets ❜

KEITA sometimes wonders if you are a dog. He read somewhere that dogs like to be underneath things or between their owner’s legs because it makes them feel safe; currently, you’re bundled beneath about seven blankets of varying colors and textures, head just barely poking out to be seen.

He thinks he’s never seen anything cuter.

Keita isn’t used to being loved as strongly as you love him— you love him as if something may take him away at every waking moment, as if he will slip between your fingers, as if you are the luckiest person on earth to be able to spend a single second in his presence.

That doesn’t make any sense in his mind. But perhaps it’s like butterflies (he needs to stop comparing you to animals, he thinks to himself), and how they’re unable to see just how beautiful their wings are because they’re always behind them.

“Keita!” Comes your voice, muffled beneath the several layers of fluff. “Open up my backpack, the biggest pocket!”

He gives you an unimpressed look, his thoughts clearly communicated through only his gaze; you seriously can’t do it yourself?

“Just do it!” You huff, trying to move underneath the crushing weight of ten thousand blankets. You remind him briefly of when cats step on sticky notes and start flailing around (yet another animal comparison, he scolds himself), although he follows your orders and treads toward your bag obediently. Perhaps he’s the dog, after all, with how he follows you loyally.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing to be, he muses. Keita would follow you to the ends of the Earth if the situation arose, and he would do so without hesitation.

His fingers move deftly to unzip the bag, a mass of fluffy white greeting him. His first thought is, My god, did I manifest her getting a dog?, followed by, My god, it’s another blanket!

“You can’t be serious,” He says, pulling the blanket out from the bag. He feels a bit like a magician pulling a scarf out of a jacket pocket for a second, with how the blanket seems to just keep coming. You nod eagerly, wiggling around like a caterpillar in a cocoon (seriously, what is wrong with him? That’s the fourth one in five minutes) in an attempt to free one of your arms. You give up after a few seconds of struggling, instead opting to nudge your head in his direction.

“It’s for you!” You exclaim, as if you’ve just gifted him the greatest prize on earth. He can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes him as he examines the blanket. It’s similar to one you own, he realizes, your favorite blanket that he tends to steal when he gets cold. “Come on, join me in the blanket pile!”

“You are so dumb,” He comments, even as his smile grows ever bigger, eyes transforming into crescent moons. The gift is so innocuous— so entirely you— that he can’t help but treasure it.

When he turns to you, there’s a split second you can sense you’ve made a mistake. In the next second, he’s on top of you.

You can barely feel his body through the separation of all your blankets, but his weight crashes onto you violently and you fall off the couch, wriggling your cocooned-body around in an attempt to shake him off.

“Heathen!” You scream, turning around and around like some kind of spinning top. Keita just laughs, clinging onto you like a koala (that’s the fifth one, he counts in his head), as he spreads the blanket over both of your bodies.

Several hours later, you’re both still on the ground (but now you’re laying fully on top of Keita in an act of belated revenge, both of you snoozing peacefully in an outrageously large pile of blankets).

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, YOON JONGWOO 𖥻 ❛ cookies ❜

YOON JONGWOO is pretty sure he’s a guardian angel fallen from heaven and you’re the human he was sworn to protect. Not only because he loves you so strongly it has to have some kind of explanation behind it, but because you’re dumb as a brick and surely would have died by now if he wasn’t always there to set things right.

Yes, Jongwoo loves you so strongly he’s sure if his admiration for you was a physical object it could stop bullet trains and shatter diamonds. He is eternally, devastatingly in love with you.

And as he watches smoke rise from your oven and you frantically wave a towel at it like it’ll do anything, he thanks whatever being let him fall down to earth to protect you. Because lord, how have you survived this long?

A tray of something (he thinks they’re supposed to be cookies, from the bag of chocolate chips on the counter and vaguely circular shape they take on) sits on the counter, burnt to charcoal and permeating the air with the smell of burnt sugar.

“You’re so goddamn stupid,” Jongwoo deadpans. You scream a little, whipping around to face him with an expression of both mortification and excitement (an interesting mix that he somehow finds endearing. Curse you and your stupidly attractive face). “Open the windows before the fire alarm goes off.”

“I’m sorry!” You squeak out, hurrying to follow his directions. He notices now that flour dusts your cheeks and nose, the apron hanging virtually useless on you. In fact, you seem to have gotten ingredients everywhere on you but the apron. It’s almost impressive. “I was trying to make cookies for you, but I took a nap halfway through and slept through the timer and—,”

Jongwoo interrupts you with a laugh, throaty and genuine, as he takes in the scene.

The kitchen; an absolute mess, a plethora of ingredients he doesn’t even think belong in cookies decorating the counter and floor. The oven, a steady stream of smoke still emanating from it, and the tray full of lumps of charcoal. And then you, hair a mess— is that an entire chunk of brown sugar in it?—, eyes wide, clothes stained and breathing heavy as you run around trying to open every available window. And, somehow, you’re still the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen and ever will see. He wonders for a moment if you’re the real angel between the two of you.

“It’s fine,” He says, stopping your long tirade of frazzled excuses and explanations. “I appreciate it, really. But…”

He grabs a ‘cookie’ using a paper towel, banging it against the counter and hearing a loud ‘thunk’ greet him in return.

“I don’t think we should eat these.”

You seem on the verge of tears, lip quivering and breathing shaky, so Jongwoo crosses the bit of space between you and wraps his arms around you.

“I really did try my best,” You say, worried that he was upset with you—or worse, thinks you incapable of basic motions. You’re usually a decent cook, you swear!

“I know,” He says, trying to discreetly pick the chunk of sugar from your hair since he’s pretty sure you haven’t noticed it yet. “And I love the thought.”

“If you really loved me you’d eat them,” You argue. He can tell you aren’t serious, but even the thought makes his nose scrunch up— he’s pretty sure he saw marmite out on the counter.

Jongwoo instead picks a cherry from the basket left untouched (probably the only thing in the kitchen left unscathed from your endeavor), and eats it.

“Does that satisfy you?” He asks, giving you a sweet kiss before you have the chance to answer. You can taste the cherry juice on his lips, and you’re sure he can taste the chocolate on yours, considering how many extra chocolate chips you ate.

“Take out for dinner?” You suggest against his lips. He nods, smiling into the kiss.