#zerobaseone x y/n

[haodore]

cool guy? · park gunwook

summary. after some encouragement by his classmates, park gunwook decides to go up to you and confess something · high school au

park gunwook x reader · fluff · 1k words · masterlist

As the sunlight peeked through the trees and poured through the classroom window, you found it relaxing, yet blinding. You were squinting, trying to see what was written on the board, but you could only vaguely make out the large letters written at the top—something about preparing for summer break.

You put a hand above your eyes, blocking the sun so you could write down as much as you could before the bell went off for lunch. You wrote down a mere five words before you heard the shrill ring, and began rushing to get as much done as you could.

With a sigh, you pulled out your phone, deciding to take a picture and write down the rest during lunch instead.

After picking up your things, you made your way into the crowded hallway, pushing past students and slowly making your way to the cafeteria. You had your own lunch so you just tucked yourself into a relatively empty corner of the room, pulling out your food and your notebook.

It wasn’t long before you heard the chattering voices begin to float closer, and a once empty table was now occupied by a friend group. You tried your best to ignore them and let the sounds of their voices blend with the rest of the noise of the cafeteria, but they were simply too close and too loud. You let out a sigh, feeling frustrated at the lack of work you were able to get done today.

You reached into your backpack, pulling out your headphones so that you could play your studying playlist, and just as you had popped one side into your left ear, you heard a certain familiar word. A name—your name.

Your head snapped up, and you looked at the group ahead of you, finding that a few of the boys sitting at the table in front of you were looking at you discreetly. They quickly looked away, eyes darting around as they tried to pretend they weren’t looking at all. What were they doing?

You noticed one boy in particular who was sitting at the end of the table, the perfect spot for you to see his side profile. His cheeks and ears were dusted pink, as he spoke rapidly to his friends. It was kind of cute, actually. You had never seen him like this. Park Gunwook was usually the type that looked so confident in everything he did. He was the cool guy.

For a moment, he glanced at you, looking panicked when he noticed that your gaze hadn’t shifted yet. You looked back down to your notebook, confused at the current events. Why were you the topic of their conversation?

You decided to leave out one of your headphones so that you could listen in, but they were talking quieter now. You felt so awkward and seen knowing that they were probably looking at you. This type of attention wasn’t something that you ever gravitated to. In fact, you tried to avoid it.

By the time you realized that you hadn’t gotten any more work done, you heard footsteps coming towards you, and then you saw someone in your peripherals. When you looked up, Gunwook was standing there, looking far less confident than he usually did.

The moment your gaze fell on him, he looked away awkwardly, and then pointed to the seat opposite to you. “Can I sit here?”

Startled at the question, your mouth fell open for a moment, but you then said, “go ahead.”

When he sat down, there was a a small awkward silence between the two of you, followed by some groans from his friends, one of them even face palming.

“I like your pen.” You saw him pointing to the pen in your hands, which had a cat on the top of it. “It’s cute.”

You pursed your lips, suddenly feeling embarrassed that he noticed the pen. You shifted it around in your fingers, glancing at him. “Thanks.”

Before another awkward silence could fall over the two of you, you spoke next. “I like your shoes.” You tapped the table with your pen. “They’re nice.”

“Thank you.” He said, startled. Somehow his face turned more red. “I- yeah, they’re new.” He nodded. “Anyway, I was thinking…”

You looked down at your notebook, holding back a smile at the way Gunwook was acting. It was strange, seeing someone who always looked to collected, now acting so flustered.

Gunwook put his hand on the back of his neck, dropping his head down as he refused to look you in the eye. “Did you… maybe… uh, hold on— how about— could we maybe—“

“Is he serious? All that pep talk for nothing?” You heard one of his friends murmur in the background.

“Do you want… to go out sometime?” Gunwook mumbled out.

Now, as you sat in front of the boy you’ve been secretly crushing on for months, you felt your heart skip a beat. Your mouth fell open in shock, and the loud cafeteria was no longer bothering you.

Gunwook looked more nervous as the seconds ticked by, hearing nothing but your silence, but before it became too late and he started to make an excuse, you rushed out a response. “I would love that.”

Now Gunwook’s expression was mirroring yours, before he broke out into a delighted smile, his cheeks still tinted red. “Okay.” He nodded, trying to lessen his smile and… is he trying to act cool? “Yeah, okay. Sounds good. Uh, could I get your number?”

You smiled, writing your number onto the bottom corner of the page in your notebook, and ripping it off to give to Gunwook. He took it from you, unable to get rid of his smile. “I’ll text you later than.” He stood up, his hands held behind his back like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Okay.” I smiled feeling the same joy I saw in him.

When Gunwook returned to his table, some of his friends pat him on the back, and said some form of congratulations for not blowing it.

By the end of the day, you had received a message.

Hey, it’s Gunwook. You free Friday?

@ haodore

[niki-phoria]

I WILL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE / ALWAYS, ALWAYS STAY

pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 621

notes: i adore ricky sm and i love the friends to lovers trope so here's my attempt at it lol, idea was inspired by this prompt list from @urfriendlywriter, barely proofread, pls forgive any mistakes !! title from zb1 - always

“have you ever kissed anybody before?”

SHEN RICKY’S heart nearly stops in his chest; his breath catches in his throat and his eyes widen in surprise as he shifts to look at you. “what do you mean?”

you turn, rolling over onto your side to face him. your features seem to glow in the silver moonlight. sliding your hand underneath the pillow, you use your elbow to prop yourself up on his bed. “have you had your first kiss?”

ricky pauses. your questions are being asked in earnest. there’s no hint of malice in your tone, just genuine curiosity. swallowing his anxiety, he finally murmurs. “no, i haven’t.”

you seem to relax at his answer, smiling softly across from him in the darkness. the blanket feels soft against your hands when he reaches out, hesitantly intertwining his fingers with your own. you flinch slightly in response before you relax, gently squeezing his hand in return. 

ricky’s touch sends electricity down your spine. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, relishing in the feeling of his thumb gently stroking against your knuckles. “do you want to? kiss someone, i mean.” 

he hums, pausing in his ministrations for a moment. an agonizing moment of silence lingers as he debates his answer before finally whispering, “i want it to be at the right moment, with someone special.” 

his response hangs heavy in the air. you nod slightly before hesitantly asking, “do you have anyone in mind?”

“you.” the word falls from ricky’s lips so casually you almost think you misheard him. your entire body goes rigid in surprise as you stare at him, wide-eyed. 

the butterflies swarming throughout your stomach feel more like an angry swarm of hornets. your heartbeat grows louder with each passing moment. just before ricky can pull his hand away and apologize, you whisper, “me?” 

“y/n.” your heart lurches into your throat. you can feel the way ricky’s fingers dance along your cheeks, hesitantly tilting your face upwards until your gaze meets his own once again. his voice is quiet - nearly inaudible over the sound of your frantic heartbeat and racing mind. “i like you. i’ve liked you since the day i met you.” he nervously chuckles, gingerly brushing his fingertips against your cheek. “can i… can i kiss you?”

“please,” you whisper. 

ricky’s lips are - somehow - even softer than you had always imagined. his hands hesitantly rest against your cheeks; his thumb traces along the edge of your jawline. your bodies move together in tandem, working together in an unconscious but very welcome dance. you can vaguely taste the hints of strawberry chapstick he had grown so accustomed to wearing. 

ricky is softly smiling when he pulls away. his cheeks are flushed a deep pink as he reaches up to brush a stray strand of your hair back into place. his lip tint has transferred across your lips, making him chuckle softly as he rubs the pink hues away from your skin. “was that okay?” 

you smile brightly. ricky catches your gaze slip back down to his lips once again before settling on studying his deep brown eyes. they look almost black in the darkness, the usual honey-like colour hidden beneath a blanket of darkness. “it was more than okay,” you reply.

ricky’s lips curl into a soft smile. his eyes crinkle up ever so slightly in the familiar way that makes your heart beat just a little faster. “i don’t want to be friends anymore,” he murmurs. his words send shivers down your spine. “i want to be yours.”

you lean in, pulling him into yet another sweet kiss. you can feel the ghost of his smile when your lips meet his own. “you already are.”

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[jujitto]

☁️﹒𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝟫 ♩ ⁺ 𝖪𝗂𝗆 𝖦𝗒𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗇

⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ۪ ׂ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ cw ۪ ׂ 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟢.𝟫𝗄

⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ۪ ׂ 𝗀𝗒𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝟫. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇´𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇´𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌.

There was a smile on your face. There always was when it came to him. Being with him made you feel like you were floating, walking on clouds. It's just for the little things he does.

How his lips would turn up ever so slightly at the corners whenever he saw you. How he always found a way to sneak into your arms or vice versa. The way he would press his nose into the crook of your neck when he hugged you.

His dopey-in-love smile he would always show you. Yep, it's official. You both were walking on cloud 9. You loved it.

You loved the way he would get all shy around you, even if he was the one who asked you out. He was a nervous wreck the whole time, stuttering and stumbling over his words. Like now he took your books and held out his hand for you to hold.

Kim Gyuvin had that dopey smile on his lips that you couldn't help but fall in love with him again. You slipped your hand into him as you two made your way across campus.

"You look very beautiful today," Gyuvin mumbled, his eyes never leaving you. "Thank you, You look quite handsome yourself."

Gyuvin smiled. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks. You always noticed how Gyuvin was never afraid to compliment you, but once he received one he was a blushing mess. It was adorable.

He always knew what to say, and he was never shy about giving them. But sometimes he was so sweet it was unbelievable.

The way he would leave notes in your bag, or the way he would always remember your favorite foods. Like today, he surprised you with your favorite snacks on his way to class. He was the sweetest, you were convinced.

You were so caught up in thinking of how sweet he was that you didn't realize he had stopped walking. You looked up at him with a questioning look, wondering why he had stopped. He just stared at you, smiling that same dopey smile that was making your heart race.

"Do you have to go to work after school today?" he asked. "No. Why?" you said, cocking your head to the side. He squeezed your hand and continued walking.

"Because I want to take you out tonight," he said. Your heart skipped a beat. "Take me out?" you asked.

Gyuvin nodded. "I want to take you out for dinner. On a date. With me." he said, a blush creeping up his neck. You smiled and nodded your head. "Yes. I'd love that."

He let out a breath. "Okay, good." He was so cute. His nervousness was making your heart melt. He was always so sweet. He always took such good care of you. He was perfect.

As the two of you walked across the courtyard, you couldn't help but stare at him. The way his dark hair fell into his eyes. The way his lips curled into a smile when he caught you staring.

"I can't wait," you said. He looked at you and grinned. "Neither can I." As the two of you approached the building, the bell rang, signaling the start of the next period.

"Guess that's my cue," you said, letting go of his hand. He grabbed it back. "Wait." You looked at him and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. You smiled and stepped closer to him. "Of course you can."

He smiled and cupped your cheek in his hand. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling. The kiss was gentle and soft. It was perfect. You pulled away and looked at him, his dark brown eyes twinkling in the sun. He looked so happy.

"I love you," he whispered. You smiled, and leaned forward, pressing another kiss to his lips. "I love you too."

When you got to your class, you sat down, pulling out your notebook. You couldn't stop smiling.

He was everything to you. He was your world. And he loved you just as much as you loved him. And you were looking forward to spending more time with him.

Because he was everything. You could spend an eternity with him. And you wouldn't have any regrets.

You sighed, resting your head on your hand, daydreaming about Gyuvin. The next thing you knew, the bell rang and you jumped. The class was over. "Time to go." You gathered up your books and headed towards the door. Gyuvin was waiting for you, his dopey-in-love-with-you-smile still on his lips.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked, holding his hand out to you. You smiled and laced your fingers with his. "Yeah. I'm ready."

He beamed, and tugged on your hand, leading you out of the building. He was the love of your life. You were going to cherish every moment you had with him. "Come on." he said.

"Where are we going?" you asked. He smiled. "Just wait." You grinned. He was a romantic. He always found the best places to take you.

You followed him, letting him lead the way. You knew this date would be perfect. There was no doubt in your mind that it would be. Especially when it was Gyuvin who had planned it.

Your dopey-in-love boyfriend who would go to the moon and back for you. your boyfriend, who made you feel like you were walking on clouds. Floating above the heavens. He and his love made you feel like you were on cloud nine. A place where you never wanted to come down from.

[swagittarius127]

— The day Matthew fell in love with you

☆ pairing — matthew x gn reader

☆ genre — fluff

☆ tws — none

☆ authors note — i’m going to try to write/update every other day

☆ word count — 286

— You and Matthew decided to make a late-night run to the convenience store

— As you browsed through the aisles, you both stocked up on snacks and drinks

— Matthew insisted on paying no matter how many times you said you could pay for it yourself

— In one hand, he held two full plastic bags, and with his free hand, he held the door open for you as you walked out

— “Thanks, Mattie. You really didn’t have to.”

— “It’s no pro-“

— “OMG, Matthew, look!”, You cut him off.

— You ran up to a claw machine game placed outside the convenience store, “I love these!”

— He chuckled “But you never win and end up wasting all your money.”

— You playful rolled your eyes in disbelief.

— In your heart, you were a pro

— In reality, Matthew was right…

— You placed your hand on the glass as you looked at all the adorable stuffed animals with cutest faces

— You started to pull out your wallet

— “Not on my watch.”, He held you close to his chest with firm arms

— He picked you up and ran away

— “Matthew”, you slightly whined in shock

— Both of your giggles could be heard through the empty street

— He set you down once you guys were far enough from the machine

— His heart was pounding

— Not from the running

— It felt different

— There were feelings of warmth and endearment behind this

— As you looked up at him with a pouty face, he couldn’t help but think how adorable you are

— For some reason he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you

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[mirisss]

Morning Routine

Seok Matthew x 10th female member! reader

Thank you for the request! I tried my best to write it, I hope you enjoy it!  

Wordcount ≈ 1k

Warnings: None I think,

(Y/n)’s POV

Being the one female member of a group with nine male members isn’t always easy, though it helps that most of the guys are very chill and like my brothers. It also helps that one of them happens to be my boyfriend. It felt weird to live with the nine of them in the beginning but now, about one and half years later, it’s become normal and comfortable. We have all created our own routines with one another. 

Mornings were always a fun experience, Matthew loves to sleep in for as long as possible, he also has a talent for falling asleep in a second, so making sure he stays awake in the mornings can be a handful. However, now that Matthew and I are in a relationship, I have found some ways to get him to wake up quickly. 

As my alarm goes off, I wake up and turn it off, I feel Matthew’s strong arms around my waist and hear his soft snores from behind me, I try to turn around and face him, but this particular morning, his grip was extra strong so the only thing I could do was manage to pry his hands off from around me and slip out of the bed. A frown formed on his face at the loss of contact but he quickly shook it off and he returned to his peaceful slumber. I walked over to the bathroom, happy to find it empty, so I slipped inside and finished my morning routine, once done in the bathroom I opened the door to find Jiwoong waiting. “Good morning, Woongie,” “Morning, (Y/n), is Matthew up yet?” “I doubt it,” We joked, and then I walked back to Matthew’s and I’s room. 

Once inside our room, I found Matthew still sleeping on the bed, I walked over to him, and gently shook him a little, saying his name, “Matthew, baby, time to wake up,” He mumbled something incoherently, but soon enough he opened his eyes, smiling widely at the sight of me, I assumed at least, he opened his arms, wanting me to crawl back into the bed with him. But I stepped back so that he couldn’t reach me. “Come on, Matt, we have to leave soon, even Yujin is up and ready, so come on, hurry up, you can sleep more in the car, but only if you get up,” “Mm, just five more minutes, please???” He gave me his best puppy eyes, but I knew not to fall for it, five minutes usually end up being more like an hour, or until Hanbin comes in and drags us both up from the bed angrily. 

“Either you get up now, or no kisses or hugs for the entire day, not even from Gunwook,” We both laughed at the joke because Zeroses are convinced Matthew and Gunwook have something going on, no one has even mentioned the possibility of Matthew and I, which is, in a way, positive, but outrageous at the same time. Matthew shot up out of bed and ran to the bathroom with some clothes in his hands at the ‘threat’ of no kisses. It works every time. I finished packing my bag with things for today's shot and walked out to the kitchen to see if someone was making breakfast, I found Hao and Hanbin in the kitchen. 

“Binnie, are we eating breakfast here or in the car?” “I think either in the car or we’ll get something on the way, it’s quite a long trip today, but they said not to eat beforehand,” Hanbin said as he took out two glasses and filled them with water, he gave one of the glasses to Hao and the other to me before he took out another glass and filled it with water for himself. “Alright, and thanks,” “Have you managed to get Matthew up?” Hao asked. “Yeah, he’s in the shower right now, other than him, are we waiting for anyone?” “Not really, Taerae is packing up his things and waiting to brush his teeth but both bathrooms are occupied, the rest are supposedly done,” Hanbin said but he didn’t sound too convinced, Gyuvin has a reputation for being late, and so does Yujin. Gunwook is usually one of the first to be ready, only late when he ends up having to help someone else with something. 

“I’ll go and pack Matt’s things up so that we can leave soon,” “Sounds good, (Y/n), we’re lucky to have you, Hao, and I’ll go check on the other as well, our manager just texted that they’ll be here in 10 minutes so we need to hurry up,” I just made a joking salute before I went back to my room and packed my boyfriend’s things. As I was packing an extra hoodie into his bag, I suddenly felt two strong arms around my waist, the familiar arms didn’t surprise me, this was part of the morning routine, “Good morning to you too, Mattie,” “Good morning, darling, can I have a kiss now? I got up and I’m ready to leave,” I turned around in his hold to find his signature charm smile, and who am I to resist it? “Of course you can,” 

He leaned in, and soon enough, our soft lips met, in a sweet passionate kiss, that was interrupted by Ricky who stuck his head in our room, “Ew, wrap it up lovebirds, Hanbin is calling for everyone,” Matthew broke the kiss of only to glare at the younger boy, “Yeah yeah, we’re coming,” He mumbled before giving me one final quick peck on the lips, grabbing both his and my bag as well as one of my hands. And then we left our room, walking out to the hall, where we found the rest of our 8 group members. Oh, how I love our morning routines.

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 ꒱ 沈泉锐

summary : you got a new chapstick for your boyfriend to try

genre : suggestive, fluff, ricky x gn!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : kissing asf, pet names, suggestive author notes : was thinking about this while showering lmfao word count : 0.2k

“ricky,” you said as you approached the man sat peacefully against the soft plush of the sofa. you stopped in front of him, ricky letting his phone fall down to his lap. as he looked up at you, you continued, “i bought a new chapstick.”

“that’s nice, baby. what kind?”

you smiled innocently, feeling his hands trail over your thighs and pulling to get you to come down onto him — just as he liked — the closeness was comforting.

“guess!”

he rolled his cat-eyes at you, smirking as you got comfortable. you closed your eyes and puckered your lips, awaiting his kiss. his quickly pressed to yours before pulling away. you watched as he licked over them briefly, throwing out his guess, "strawberry?"

you shook your head, "try again!" you suggested, taking the reins and grabbing his cheeks to pull his face back to yours. your lips connected almost as if they were never apart. you found it silly how well you two could fit together, moving with perfect precision and team work. his hand moved up your arm, ghosting around the base of your jaw to keep you steady. his other hand rested on your hip, squeezing the skin gently. he detached momentarily, moving down your face, jaw and neck — which was being forced to the side by that perfectly placed hand.

your breath was heavy, stomach in knots, skin left with a yearning every time he'd move on. he was against your collarbone when you finally mumbled out his name, earning a hum in response as he never stopped his ministrations, leaving glistening marks in his wake.

"i d-don’t have any chapstick on."

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[serejae]

stay a while | s.hanbin

pairing : hanbin x reader

genre: fluff , being hanbins passenger princess

warnings : kissing, very self indulgent ugh i need him

-the members would mess up your seat but hanbin knows where you like your sest exactly

- always has your essential in the glove box

-the radio is yours, doesnt care what hes listening to as long as its you

-during roadtrips he never needs caffeine or anything, just talk and that keeps his energy up

-when you two are ordering food through the drive through, he lets you order. you’ll lean over his seat to which he admires you, you look at him staring only for him to lean in for a kiss (self indulgent)

-drives you anywhere you want, no complains, no matter where it is or the time

-in his backseat he has your plushies, blankets, anything you need to sleep peacefully

-and forbid any of the members mess up your plushes or “hurt” them, hes kicking them out of the car (jk)

-he knows the exact temperature you like the car, and he goes with it no matter if its too hot or cold for him

-your seat would have those special head pillows or neck pillows just for it to be comfy for you

-in the sun visor mirror (the little flappy thing infront of the drivers and passenger seat with the mirror) he has your initials next to the mirror made with rhinestones

-has a polariod of you and him on his dashboard as well and a plush that reminds him of you

-im sick. he would open ur car door and if you were trying to get out, he’ll run out the car before you could open your door to open it from the outside for you

- he drives with one hand. i repeat with ONE HAND. the other hand is on your thigh or holding yours

-as he pumps gas, if he sees you look at him hes gonna send a flying kiss to you in the car

-will always buckle your seatbelt for you doing that leaning over thing 😐

-if one store didnt have what you were craving, he’ll drive to another no complaints and if you were too tired to go in he’ll go in and scan the store for you

[tzuyusluv]

Gas Station Rain

genre -> fluff

pairing -> zb1’s yujin x reader

warnings -> nothing <3

word count -> tbd

summary -> yujin is a gentleman <3

Scouring the gas stations shelves for any new items, you barely hear the rain hailing down. Yujin followed behinds you, occasionally picking up a few items and setting them in the basket.

“Hey. Look at this.” Yujin calls out to you picking up a new flavor of iced tea. Turning around, he holds up the tea packet and proudly shows it off, turning it around in a 180 angle multiple times. “Yeah that’s right. Last one as well!” He boasts before tossing it in the basket.

He takes the basket out of your hands and then brings it to the checkout where the cashier looks like he’d rather be anywhere than there. “Your total is ₩41,418.” The cashier says bored. Yujin pulls out a random card from him wallet, seeing your confused look he smugly says, “Ricky Hyung.”

As Yujin finishes paying for it all, you both quickly realize that the rain has started to downpour. “Oh. I forgot an umbrella.” Yujin says looking concerned. “Well we can wait it out?” You suggest to him before he quickly shakes his head. “I’ve got a better idea. Hold this.” He hands you the bag filled with your snacks.

“What are you doing?” You ask while he ignores it and takes off his jacket. He places it over your head and completely ignores himself as his jacket takes the beating from the rain. “Yujin you’re going to get sick.” You protest as he leads you down the street back to the dorms. “When I do, just make sure to use Ricky Hyungs card to buy things. He won’t notice.”

[fanbasetwo]

bf ricky headcanons??🩷🩷

BOYFRIEND RICKY HEADCANONS!!

NOTE FROM SENA , this was sent three days ago i guess and even though I had been very very excited to write something bout my bias, my drained brain held me back but now I'm back and I'll answer the other requests too! MASTERLIST!!

wanna talk? or send in a request?

001. SFW SECTION

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to bring you flowers every time he visits your home or just usual pick up for a date or something.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to randomly kiss and then get shy himself when he processes what he just did.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to listen to his girl rant for more than an hour just because he loves you and if he finds the gossip talk worthy-he will even start questioning with interest.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who is a switch between all caring and protective to possesive and jealous.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who would randomly pull you into his arms and his lap for extra cuddles at night.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to take candid pictures of you when he thinks you're not looking.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who will put your nickname as something affectionate yet unique (more like an inside joke between the two of you) sprinkles, sunshine, sweetheart, #ownerofmyheart and more.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to let you cry in his arms, bury your face in his chest and talk about the things that have been troubling you-all the while he makes sure to rub your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

Ricky is more of a neck kisser and he will take every opportunity to just place a peck or full blown hickey on your neck.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to call you late at night just to make sure you're safe and sound.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to post his girlfriend on his social media accounts without caring about what others would think of it.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who'd ask you to wear his hoodies because he loves how small you look in them, so cuddly and so cute.

002. NSFW SECTION

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to rub himself along your wet panties and nudge his tip against it but not put it inside just to tease you.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who won't mind getting a blowjob, twice or thrice a week because he really likes to see you on your knees, eyes filled with tears as you suck on his length desperately—just like a kid receiving candy for the first time.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to lick long stripes and drag his tongue flat against your pussy while eating you out.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to do it in missionary so that he could see your face, your expressions and watch as little drool escaped your lips from being exhausted after the lovemaking.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend to hold your tits no matter if it's during sex or not. (for example—during sex if you're riding him, he'd caress them and suck on them but if it's not during sex—he'd just squeeze them or rub against your nipples to get a reaction or just use them as his stress balls.)

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who's a gentleman out of bed (COMPLETE FREAK IN BED)

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who enjoys making you cum—his tongue, fingers, cock, dildo or whatever it is.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who won't mind semi public sex since he enjoys the thrill it brings to him—his car? the dressing room? against the wall at a party? he likes it all.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who would insist on you drinking his cum while giving him a blowjob because he loves the way the remaining cum drips down your lips and chin.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who won't mind not having a condom while having sex (he lovessss cumming deep in your pussy and won't hesitate to take up the responsibility if you actually ended up pregnant or something)

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who would be into tying you up a little and either use ice cubes or his own mouth to tease you.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who's mostly likely to pound into your pussy while showering, watching as the water droplets trickle down your bodies.

Ricky is the type of boyfriend who knows how much after care actually means and will clean you up and then cuddle you later after sex, doesn't matter if it was rough or soft sex.

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[haodore]

guidance · sung hanbin

summary. being an idol with hanbin as your older brother.

sung hanbin x sister!reader · platonic, fluff, drabble · 0.8k words · masterlist

! : fem!reader, idol!hanbin, idol!reader, tiny bit of angst, r being hated on, everything else is just fluff and comfort.

You were Hanbin’s biggest fan—before the world ever got to know who he was. You cheered him up when he was at his lowest, and you cheered him on when he was announced as second place for the new k-pop group ZeroBaseOne. You couldn’t be prouder.

It was really encouraging to see what could be achieved. You saw him living out his dreams as you continued to practice hard. His words of comfort were always sent to you through a message, over the phone, or in person as he hugged you and pat the back of your head.

Part of you was beginning to lose hope that you would ever debut, but you pushed forward.

Thank goodness you did, because you soon found out you were going to be finally making your debut. You were in a group with four other girls, and they were some of your closest friends. You had been training with two of them for some time, and had gotten to know the other two a few months ago. They were like your family.

When Hanbin found out, he was overjoyed. He found the nearest time in both his and your schedule to visit you, bringing you flowers and some of your favourite snacks as a gift. You almost burst to tears from both the gesture and from the exhaustion you went through to make it to this point.

He saw the way your lower lip trembled almost immediately and he pulled you into his embrace, a warm laugh leaving his mouth. “Don’t cry~“ He had said, a hand on the back of your head. “You finally did it.” He said pridefully.

By the time your debut came around, you were more stressed than ever. Endless promotions, sleepless nights… it was a lot. The one thing that kept you going? The nightly messages from your big brother. ‘First performance today! You did amazing 🫶’, ‘Make sure to rest well :)’, ‘Try not to overwork yourself. Take breaks when possible ❤️’.

It was amazing what a quick text message could do for your motivation. It helped so much.

When things eventually took a turn, and you made a small mistake in one of your performances, the amount of hate you got was unbelievable. Who would’ve thought people would have so much to say about you tripping over your feet? It was only the slightest stumble. ‘All that training… just to mess up in the first month of being an idol?’, ‘This girl wasn’t ready. Maybe i’m an ot4 stan now…’, ‘Why did the company even put her in this group? She’s not even adding anything to it.’

K-Pop fans don’t seem to think their idols see everything they post, but they see a lot more than anyone would even think. And when suddenly you’re a trending topic amongst multiple K-Pop fandoms?… you definitely heard the things that were being said about you.

You knew you shouldn’t let it get to you, but it did. You cried into your pillow more times than you cared to admit, and it wasn’t until you heard your phone ringing that you realized you had someone who would be there to listen. Someone who knew you better than anyone.

“Y/nie~” His comforting voice flowed through the speaker. You tried to keep the tears back, but at his tone, they started rolling down your face again. He heard your hiccups and sniffles from his end and his lips went into a pout. “Don’t cry… I know it’s hard. I’ve been where you are before. People will freak out over the smallest things. It’s a bit pathetic.” He laughed, maybe attempting to maybe you laugh. Maybe for a moment you did laugh, the half-joyful noise breaking through your quiet sobs. You heard his hum in content at the sound.

He continued. “You made a small mistake, and that’s completely fine. you’re going to make mistakes, but since you’re so new to the industry, people are going to watch you a little closer, and they’re going to be a little meaner, but that doesn’t mean what they’re saying is true. You’re one of the most talented people i know—and I’ve known that for a long time.” He sighed, pausing for a moment. “If you ever need anything, I’m always here. You can call me any time and I’ll always get back to you.”

Your breath started to slow, and your crying started to lessen. He was right. “How about tomorrow we go hang out. You’re not doing anything right? You have a free day? Well, I’m free until noon, so we can hang out. How’s that sound?” At the end of his sentence his voice lifted up into that higher pitched tone he used with his maknae of his group often. You weren’t a stranger to the tone, and it made you laugh. “Okay, sounds good.”

You could tell that he was smiling through his light voice coming through the phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow, than. Goodnight. Rest well. Love you.” You smiled. “Love you, too.”

You were Hanbin’s biggest fan first, and he was yours. It was clear in the way he checked in on you, guided you through your new career, and lended a helping hand when you couldn’t pull yourself up.

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[niki-phoria]

LIKE ALWAYS MY FOCUS IS ON YOU

pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 448

notes: my motivation has been garbage lately lol, i might occasionally post some zb1 fics bc i love them, not proofread, title from ZEROBASEONE - SWEAT

sunlight danced across the sky, casting a golden glow across your bedroom. the clouds above are tinted in various shades of pink and orange as the sun slowly sets; its rays slowly disappear below the horizon. RICKY interlinks his pinky finger with your own, watching you with a soft smile as you settle yourself beneath the blankets.

“i missed this,” you sigh, resting your head against ricky’s shoulder. his arm snakes around your waist, keeping your body pressed against his. “i missed you.”

he hums as he reaches over to push a stray strand of hair away from your face. ricky’s touch is gentle as he carefully tucks the strand behind your ear. “i missed you too, love.”

you smile, taking the moment to observe your lover. video calls with an unstable connection could never do him justice. from up close, you can still see the black eyeliner surrounding his sharp eyes. the thin layer of foundation coating his cheeks does little to hide the flush slowly spreading up his neck and tinting his ears a light pink. 

ricky turns to face you, his gaze capturing yours easily. silence falls across your bedroom, only occasionally broken by the low hum of the air conditioner. “you’re staring,” you murmur. 

ricky hums in response. his tinted lips curl into a soft smile as he reaches up, gingerly resting his hand against your cheek. “so are you.”

you wrap your hand around his wrist, rubbing your thumb against the grooves of his knuckles. ricky’s hands are soft against your own. his skin smells of hotel lotion and the soap in your bathroom. they fit perfectly into your own, intertwining almost subconsciously. “you’re beautiful.”

ricky laughs - a soft, beautiful sound. it fills the previous silence of your bedroom, making a smile spread across your own lips. “yeah?” he teases, leaning in until there are mere centimeters between your faces. “you think so?”

“of course.”

he smiles. your eyes flutter shut when he slowly leans in. ricky’s lips are soft when he finally presses them against your own. he kisses you like he never wants to let go - pouring all of the love and longing he had felt into the kiss. you can just barely taste the cherry chapstick he had applied a few hours earlier; his tinted lipstick stains against your lips. 

your lungs are burning by the time you pull away. your flushed cheeks match ricky’s as he presses another chaste kiss against your cheek before burying his face into the crook of your neck. “i love you.”

you pepper a few stray kisses against his skin in response, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. “i love you too, ricky.”

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[jujitto]

⠀ㅤᓭི༏ᓯྀㅤ ㅤㅤ𓂂⠀𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 ! — 𝗓𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗈 « 𝟣.𝟤𝗄 »

★ ! 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 · everything between you two was wrong. as much as you two try to pretend that everything was OK it wasn’t. you could dance all night long, but it wouldn’t help you to fix the problem you had.

★ ! 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 · zhang hao x reader

★ ! 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 · angst, some fluff

I don't want a friend…….just someone to give me that feeling. That feeling of being wanted. I want my life in two.

The dark filled the room……..waiting to get there. Waiting for you. A hand gripped yours. Fingers caressed your hand and your arm, you felt his warmth on your bare skin. His fingers sliding up your arm and then you felt his fingertips on your collarbone, the warmth of his palm on your cheek.

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark, middle of the night. You've been on my mind, you've been on my mind.

He pulled you into him. Your bodies pressed against each other, the feeling of his hard chest. He put his lips on yours and you melted. Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms.

"I have no regrets."

"Not even me?"

"You're my greatest regret, and my greatest love."

His hand ran down your back, pulling you tighter. His other hand held the side of your neck, his thumb running across your jaw.

"This will be the last time I ask. Will you stay?"

"I'm scared."

"You can leave at any time. I will not stop you."

"Why not?"

You done made up your mind……..I don't need no more signs. Can you? Can you?! Can you see? See the way we shine?

Give me reason to believe that it's not over.

You took me by the hand and led me through the dark room. Your body swaying with mine, our eyes locked on each other. You pulled me close, our faces so close I could feel your breath.

As the music filled the room with its haunting melody, you found yourselves drawn to each other, moving in sync as if guided by an invisible force. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as you swayed gently to the rhythm.

With every step, every turn, you felt a deeper connection forming between you, transcending words and doubts. His touch was reassuring, grounding you in the moment as you lost yourselves in the dance.

The soft glow of candlelight illuminated your intertwined figures, casting flickering shadows against the walls. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the present shared between two souls entwined in a dance of longing and desire.

As the music reached its crescendo, he pulled you closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

Give me reasons we should be complete. You should be with her, I can't compete. You looked into his eyes, "It was a mistake to come back."

He leaned closer, his breath was hot against your face, "If you don't want to be here, I can take you back." You shook your head. “Zhang Hao.” You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well. Can't you see?

I've been a fool, but still I have to wonder.

His lips brushed against mine. The kiss was sweet, soft, and passionate. The world disappeared. His lips on yours. Your hands held onto the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. I don't wanna slow dance. In the dark, dark. Give me one more chance.

To show you that it won't be the same. When you gotta run……just hear my voice in you.

You could feel his body heat through his shirt. He pulled back slightly and you both paused. "I know I've hurt you." You looked into his eyes. Shutting me out, you. "You have a habit of hurting people."

"I can't change the past." He whispered. Doing so great, you. You looked at the wall and saw the time on the clock, 2:30am. I don't wanna slow dance, I'll make this last. Used to be the one to hold you when you fall…..yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You closed your eyes. "Hao, I've tried to hate you but I can't." Zhang Hao's eyes were filled with pain. He looked down at his hands. "I've loved you for years. I was happy with you, even when I wasn't."

He looked at you. I don't fuck with your tone. I don't wanna go home. He could tell that you were hurt by his words. His eyes filled with sadness and regret.

He pulled you close. Your lips inches apart. You felt his warm breath against your skin. You closed your eyes and kissed him. It was a long kiss, one that felt like an eternity had passed before he pulled away. Can it be one night? Can you? Can you?

"You are everything to me."

"Don't say things like that."

"Why not? I don't know what else to say."

I can't live without you. He put his hand on the side of your face and looked at you with a soft gaze. Give me reasons we should be complete. You should be with her, I can't compete. "We will never be complete without each other."

"Don't you have anyone else?"

"I love you, you idiot."

"Don't lie to me."

"You're the one who keeps running."

"You keep chasing."

"I'm not chasing anymore. If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

"You will."

"I won't."

"Yes you will."

You looked into his eyes and saw the pain and regret there. You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well. Can't you see?

You could see the anguish and the torment in his eyes, and it tore at your heart. You had never seen him like this before. It was as if he was seeing a part of himself that he had kept hidden away from the world, and now he was showing it to you.

Can't you see?

"I can't be what you need. You need someone else."

"You're the only person who can make me whole."

"You'll always need more than just me."

"I will never need more than you."

You were silent. "What about her?"

"I told you, it's not the same."

You were quiet, and then you started laughing. Zhang Hao looked at you, confused. You shook your head, and continued to laugh. You could feel the tears falling down your face, and you tried to stop yourself, but the laughter wouldn't stop.

Zhang Hao reached out and wiped away the tears. "You are so damn confusing."

You looked up at him, and he leaned in and kissed you. "I love you." He whispered, as he pulled away. You shake your head pulling away. He's not gonna be the one to make you stay. And I can't pretend that we're okay. Give me one more chance. To show you it won't be the same. When you gotta run.

"I can't stay."

"Then go."

You could feel the tears running down your cheeks. He was holding onto you so tightly, but you knew that he wouldn't let go. You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You opened your eyes, and looked up at him.

"I'll always love you." You say. You turned and walked away. You couldn't look back, because if you did, you would break down.

You're gonna be the one that saves me. You're gonna be the one that saves me. You're gonna be the one that saves. Zhang Hao watched as you left, his heart breaking. He knew that he had lost you forever. I don't wanna slow dance…..In the dark, dark. In the dark, dark.

[swagittarius127]

— Taerae the day he realized he was in love with you

☆ pairing — taerae x gn reader

☆ genre — fluff

☆ tws — none

☆ authors note — first post omg

☆ word count — 177

— Being a night owl, Taerae insisted you guys stay up talking all night

— Wanting to please him, you obliged

— The night was filled with nonstop jokes and loud laughter from the both of you

— You tried your best to stay awake for him

— Unfortunately, as the night went on your eyelids felt heavier and heavier by the second

— Taerae was in the middle of telling a funny story about him and Matthew earlier today

— But you couldn’t help but rest your head on his shoulder

— Soon followed by soft snores

— Taerae tried his best to stay still so you wouldn’t wake up

— The longer you slept, the more he’d hope you’d stay like this

— But… friends don’t wish for stuff like this

— He thought to himself, ‘What’s wrong with-?’

— At the moment, you nuzzle your head a little closer to him

— A small blush grew upon his face

— Followed by his sweet smile

— Now the tickling feeling of butterflies in his stomach

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[hangup119]

hello hangup119 nation! since FLaT is ending in a couple chapters soon, i've decided to give you all a little preview of my upcoming smau, otherwise known as . . .

🏀 BALLIN’ or BAWLIN’? | a RIIZE sungchan smau

SYNOPSIS. jung sungchan hasn’t been in his A game lately, and it’s for good reason. he’s always slumped with school work, which leads to new realizations—it’s the fact that he absolutely can’t multitask at all. this means putting less focus on basketball until his grades won’t cost him his scholarship, which also happens to mean that he’ll be keeping the bench warm for a goooood while. which isn’t so bad, right? well, not until a certain someone starts cheering for him even when he isn’t playing—because he’s benched! so now it’s up to sungchan (and his nosy teammates) to find this mysterious, albeit admittedly embarrassing, cheerleader of his.

GENRES. smau, crack, strangers to lovers, admirer x admired, idiots to lovers

TEASER BELOW:

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂 ꒱ 성한빈

summary : daytime drinking wasn't your thing, but you got so hammered you were desperately asking for a man that wasn't yours anymore

genre : angst, fluff at the end, hanbin x afab!reader tws : language, verbal fight, mention of alcohol author notes : oh to be hanbin’s passenger princess sighh word count : 1.1k

the beeping of horns sounded distant inside your head. maybe it's because you were incredibly intoxicated, brain borderline shutting off as you pressed your temple against the glass window of the passenger seat. or maybe it’s because despite your brain barely working, you couldn't stop thinking about the man in the drivers seat.

oh, how he must hate you. how he must resent you for being slumped in his car—nauseous, but focus only on him. how he must hate to know that you thought of him in such a vulnerable state, after drinking god knows how much. how he must hate you for having your friends call him because you couldn't stop saying: i want my boyfriend.

but he wasn't your boyfriend. no, not anymore. and that, you thought, must be why he hated you the most.

now the car had halted, a defeated groan leaving hanbin's lips. he was annoyed—maybe even angry—due to the fact that you had to get drunk during rush hour. that he had to pick you up, despite the red flags telling him not to.

you chuckled at his side, body limp against the door. you looked out to the road, but everything was just spinning, delayed, and bouncy. the cars at your side didn't even look real, and it didn't take very much imagination to see the kid in the backseat stick their tongue out at you mockingly.

truthfully, you don't know why you got so drunk on a tuesday afternoon—your friends convincing you (without much protest) that it was a good idea… when it so obviously wasn't. it's not like you even had a hard day or were drinking to forget an embarrassing memory. you were drinking soju in broad daylight, simply, because you wanted to. and, now that it was past 5pm you couldn't figure out why.

that being the reason it was funny.

hanbin gripped the wheel a little tighter at your laugher—hating, but loving the melody still. he wanted to turn the radio on but was afraid a song you two sang together would start playing, making it harder to stay composed.

the truth is, he was still mad at you for breaking up with him without a seemingly good reason. he didn't want to still feel feelings for you, but he didn't know (he did, but wouldn't admit it) why it hurt so much to be in your presence.

you turned your head to him, feeling the energy in the car shift ever-so-slightly in a bad way. maybe you were more in tune, more honest, while drunk and that made him fearful; because he was dangerously close to asking the question that's kept him up all night.

"what?" hanbin gritted out, causing you to chuckle again, this time at the way his knuckles were turning white, which you hadn’t noticed before. "what's so funny?"

"you." you teasingly poked his flexed arm. "you give nothing to the imagination. i can see right through you!"

he rolled his eyes, praying that the cars in front of him would magically disappear. he even debated throwing you out, but knew that he cared about your safety (still) too much to do that.

"you must hate me." you slurred, not giving him the chance to reply. "you must hate that i didn't even tell you why we broke up… do you want to know?" your head fell back against the seat, and hanbin began to panic. he didn't want you to fall asleep after getting so close to knowing what he wanted—no, needed—to know. finally though, you raised your head. "i'll tell you."

he held his breath, knowing that whatever you said couldn't possibly be good enough to make up for the dark bags under his eyes. the ache in his heart. he knew that it would cut open a wound that he's tried time and time again to stitch closed. so, he didn't say anything, pretending as if he didn't care, as if it wasn't something so desperate for him.

but, you knew.

you knew him well, despite being radio silent for so long. you knew his signs, his tells, for everything. it was no use hiding from you, and he must've forgotten that.

"i broke up with you..." you dragged it out, not in an on-purposely antagonizing way, but in a way that spelled out that you no longer had anything to say. and, maybe, you didn’t actually have an end to the sentence.

"What the fuck?" he had finally spoken. "fuck you, y/n. do you even know how much that means to me? you can't just say something so cut-throat like that and then leave me hanging! are you fucking serious right now? i don't care how drunk you are, you know what you're doing to me."

"you do hate me." your voice lowered into a mumble. "if you hate me so much then why did you come get me? huh, hanbin, why?"

"god, y/n! i would've hated if you had called anyone else." you stopped talking. stopped subconsciously playing with his feelings. you felt belittled, in the middle of the road with him driving full speed towards you. he was always vulnerable with you, and you pushed him off the edge. "tell me right now, y/n. otherwise you'll never hear from me again."

you hesitated, knowing what your heart felt, but head rationalized. you didn't know which was worse in this outcome. you didn't know if you could ever have a happy ending with him. you didn't know why he was still replaying on your mind like a broken record. you didn't know why you kept saying he hated you, despite knowing the opposite deep down.

you don't know why you broke up with him.

in the dead-stop of traffic, he grabbed your face, making you focus on him. maybe it was because he was desperate for an excuse to let you go, for some sort of closure. or maybe he just missed the touch of your skin against his.

you wanted to tell him the truth, you even prompted it, but now the nausea in your throat wasn't from the copious amounts of alcohol, but from the way his eyes searched yours for any once of love—anything that told him this was okay with you, that you wanted him back too.

and you were scared that he'd found it, voice shaky. "i don't want to—can't—lose you again."

his lips crashed against yours, almost like he'd been starved for so long, desperate for the feeling. he was almost stomach to the center console, fingers dipping into the plush of your cheeks gently. he didn't want to let you go, and frankly, neither did you, but the fervent honking from behind you had you gasping against the air when he did.

you laughed, it hitting against his lips for a moment, him using all his willpower to not lean in again and close the gap that just kept getting wider as he backed up. he had to be responsible and drive the car home, after all, that's all he was called to do. however, your friends never specified which home he'd drive to. and, you weren't too pressed on asking, knowing that whichever outcome it was, he'd finally be back in your arms.

and this time, you weren't letting him go.

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[aebinspa]

let's kill the romeo

PAIRING: ricky x y/n reader

GENRES: angst, fluff at the end, rude ricky but with a motive, fashion world!au, enemies to lovers that never been enemies, reader doesn't know his feelings, ricky has always been faithful, wendy (rv) is reader's best friend, wendy only did damage but at least she was hot, misunderstandings distance ricky and reader until in the final part everything is resolved for the best, second hand embarrassment

WORD COUNT: 4.4k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: english is not my first language! this story was born in my mind in one way but ended up becoming something else. i'm not happy with it, i wanted to delete it. i wrote it in many days, between one commitment and another, and I made it even worse. i hope that by publishing it someone can still appreciate it! :(

A last-minute black V-neck dress, heels borrowed from your best friend, and a vintage clutch your grandmother left you wouldn’t be enough to save you from the embarrassment of being at a party full of billionaires. It was all your best friend's fault, a famous ambassador for a luxury superbrand who had invited her to bring a companion. And when she asked you to come with her, you couldn't help but say yes; she was your only friend.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" your best friend asks you innocently. “It’s all too much…” “I know, but the party won’t last very long. A chat over there with the CEO of Dolce & Gabbana, an hour at the buffet, and everything will pass” “I don’t know anyone…” “I just saw a colleague of mine over there! I'm going to her!” The idea of rushing straight to the buffet and spending the entire party there seemed alright to you.

Having grabbed some snacks and established some rules with yourself such as “Don’t look men in the eye for too long”, “Don’t stare at other women’s clothes” and “Don’t drink too much alcohol”, you sat down on the first available chair to enviously watch all the beautiful women in the huge ballroom of the villa where the party was being held. How beautiful it must be to be so tall and slender.

After an hour of contemplation you realized that you had completely lost sight of your best friend and, huffing loudly stressed by the situation, you thanked the first waiter you found and took two glasses of wine to drink. With a heavy step, you headed towards a door that had caught your attention. The door was all dressed up in shiny gold, making it look super fancy. Laurel leaves wrapped around the edges, also in gold, adding a nice touch to the whole thing. It stood out and made the entrance feel special, catching the attention of anyone who walked by. How tacky.

After looking around to make sure no one could see you, you tried to gently open the door, which turned out to be open to your great surprise. Inside, in a small room with a velvet sofa in the center, paintings were displayed on the walls, which—even though you were no expert in the field—seemed strangely familiar and extremely expensive.

“This painting by Monet is particularly mesmerizing, isn't it?” You almost jumped in the air with fright and the glasses - previously in your hands - fell to the ground and broke, and the terribly expensive wine ended up spilling all over the imposing figure who had whispered in your ear a second before. “Oh God I'm sorry, are you okay?” Even though you were trying to dry the Valentino tuxedo he was wearing with your hands, the boy didn’t seem to be upset and kept his posture straight. “Do you have any idea how much it costs?” he asked, looking you up and down. “No?”

The blond ran his hand furiously through his hair. Tall, handsome, blond, definitely rich, and, the cherry on top, unbearable. Why me? “Can I pay for the laundry?” “That wouldn’t solve anything” I have two pennies in my account, there’s not much I can do, idiot. “Well then I'll go” You didn't even realize it, but the boy stood in front of the door to block the exit.

“You’re not leaving. You have two problems to solve.” “Which ones, your majesty?” you asked with your eyebrow raised. A cheap dandy didn't scare you. “First, the shards of the glasses you broke. Second, my fine tuxedo" “I can't take the glasses in my hands, I risk dying, you know how it is,” the look he gave you to intimidate you was of little use “And then, speaking of your cheap tuxedo, I offered to pay for your laundry but you refused!" “In no world can someone repay a Valentino jacket and pants with a machine wash?”

Oh, if only you could have hit him, but everything in there could have been traced back to you. From the fingerprints on the door to the fingerprints on the glasses. “There’s a way.” “Let’s hear the bullshit, little prince.” I’ll leave as soon as you say it, asshole. “Work for me. A week as my secretary will be enough for you to pay me back the suit" The satisfied smile that appeared on the blond's face as soon as he saw your mouth open in amazement was not a pretty sight to see.

“How… what… You’re crazy. I’m leaving” You didn’t even have time to turn around before the boy grabbed your arm and forced you to turn and face him. “Leave me alone” “It costs six thousand euros” “What?” “My suit” “Ah”

Maybe it would have been better to mind your own business from the beginning. Maybe it would have been better to eat everything on the buffet: it would have cost you less. This time you felt guilty. “I… I’m sorry, I don’t have the money to pay you back, so, let me go” “No, as soon as you step foot out of this room I’ll go tell the CEO everything. We are great friends and, well, colleagues.” He flashes another of his annoying little smiles.

“Who cares, I don't owe you anything except laundry and a clean shirt” “You owe me a week as my assistant, otherwise it won't be you who will be affected, but those you know” "Excuse me?" “You’re not a model and you don’t work in the luxury fashion industry. You must have accompanied someone. It only takes me two seconds to find out who brought you here and you’ll see what a guy like me can do, besides buying a luxury suit” Now you were in real trouble. Getting your best friend involved meant ending up on the list of shitty friends to quickly forget about.

“Threats are illegal and you're threatening me. I will work for you for a week, but you dare use that tone with me again, just once, and I will make your life hell” It must have been the bloodshot look you were giving him or the way your hands were shaking as you said it, but the boy, faced with such a scene, responded by laughing. “Then I’ll see you on Monday. Give me your number, and I’ll have the company secretary contact you” “Okay” What a situation. It would have been better to binge myself to death.

“Your name?” “What?” “What’s your name?” he asked you again, adding a raised eyebrow to his already rude tone of voice. “Y/n” “Nice to meet you, I’m Ricky and I work as a modeler for Valentino.” The handshake you shared was colder than the weather at the top of Mount Everest.

“You're late” “No one pays me to arrive early” “I'm paying you” “So you're paying me with money that I'll use to pay you back? Brilliant” “You’re giving me your time, honey. Don’t forget that” Not only were you dressed head to toe in clothes that cost more than you’d ever earned in your life, but you were wearing the highest, most uncomfortable heels you’d ever tried on.

Ricky led you to his desk, from which you could keep an eye on both his office - or creative lab, as he called it - and the main entrance. The little prince wanted to know everything that was happening nearby. A thud brought you back to reality. Ricky had just slammed a countless pile of folders and loose papers onto your desk.

“What should I do with them?” “They’re sketches, divide them by collection. You’ll find the collection written on the back, I don’t expect you to be able to recognize a common theme” Too bad I can’t spit in your face, idiot. You replied with a fake smile and watched him walk away. If only he didn't have this bad temper, he wouldn't even be so bad to look at. The work you had to do wasn't that boring after all. While you spent your time shuffling papers, you saw a considerable number of people coming and going: men and women who in turn were full of sketches, and fabrics and were sweating coldly at the mere thought of being late. This Ricky must be quite important. The only things you understood were that your boss was a huge asshole and that he worked relentlessly. At closing time, while everyone was leaving, the blond one still seemed intent on continuing to work for more hours. As the very responsible secretary you were, you couldn't allow your boss to reach a point of no return and so you set off to open the door that led to his office.

Another woman opened it quicker than you. You didn’t realize it and neither did Ricky. Panic took over your body because you had just broken the first rule: don’t let anyone in who isn’t on the list. That woman was not only not on the list, but she was the only one circled in red as “the only person who should never enter my office”

“Shen Quanrui, you poor bastard, answer my calls instead of pretending nothing happened!” the beautiful woman who stood in front of the blond shouted, visibly angry, and from behind you noticed that she had an incredible back. Oh, Ricky… Why do you have all these beautiful women around you?

The blond looked away from the woman who was yelling at him, whispering, “You idiot, why did you let her in?” You responded with a frown. “Ricky, why do you have a new secretary after firing me not even a week ago? “Because I needed one.” “Then why did you fire me and make me look incompetent?” Scream after scream, but seeing Ricky suffer from earaches because of another one made you particularly happy.

“I have no intention of marrying you, you know that, so, I don’t want to have any more contact with you” “I don’t give a shit Ricky, your father said you have to marry me and you will” “I’m not my father” “But your father is the head of this company and the one you owe everything you have now! You will lose everything if you don’t marry me and stop being a child” The woman looked at you and the other with contempt before slamming the door shut and yelling a “Fuck you!” in the hallway.

You started to look intently at Ricky who, overcome by despair, let himself fall with all his weight on his desk chair. “Why does it always have to end like this?” he ran a hand through his hair. “Do you need something to drink?” You asked worried. I even have the nerve to worry about someone who treated me like a doormat. “Actually yes, let's go have a drink Y/n” “Ah yes sure sure. You and me having a drink together. Nice joke" “I'll pay” “Okay, you win, prince of my boots”

“So you're the son of the big boss and I'm just a poor bitch you picked up at the last minute to save your ass after firing your very loyal, money-loving secretary who your father decided you should marry? Well, The Bold and the Beautiful is a cheap soap opera in comparison!” A stifled chuckle escaped the mouth of your, albeit unpleasant, attractive boss.

“All the women in my life have ended up the same way. They met me, maybe fell in love with me a few times, and then my father somehow convinced them to marry me.” “If your father came to me begging me to marry you for a few million euros, I’m sure I would make the same decision as your ex-secretary and the women your father somehow convinced to be part of your life.” Another giggle.

“You know Y/n, I’m not that much of an asshole” “You all say that. Yet you threatened me and forced me to work for you” “I was desperate, I should have explained everything to you right away” Maybe in his heart, Ricky was sorry for everything. Those eyes with which he looked at you showed much more than he had shown you in those few moments spent together.

“I watched you all night at my dad’s party and laughed out loud watching you twiddle food and glasses of wine in your hands. You were a real fish out of water” This time it was your mouth that let out a giggle. “It wasn’t really my place” “Apparently not. But it’s not my place either. I want to do fashion and as soon as I can I’ll leave my dad’s company and start my own” “You dream big, I’ve never been able to do that” “It’s the first time I’ve said it out loud” “It’s the alcohol, Ricky” “Or maybe it’s you, Y/n”

When the feeling of saying too much hit you both, Ricky was the first to move and asked for the bill, and you broke the eerie silence that had been created. “I’ll do this week and disappear from your life. No marriage and no second-class woman in your life. I’ll finish what I have to finish and I’ll pay you back. You’ll go back to your life” “It seems fair”

You walked out the pub's front door but didn’t even say goodbye. The cold hit your face and forced you to wake up from that dream you thought you were living. Who knows how Ricky must have felt every time a woman in his life showed she was more interested in his father’s money than in him? “Well, treat me well” “What?” “I won’t let you treat me like an idiot anymore. Change your ways. Don’t put up a barrier. Don’t worry, I’ll never say yes to your father” “Um…” “Then it seems to me that your father has only chosen great hotties to be your wife, I’m out of category”

Maybe the alcohol had gone to both of your heads, but you forgot about the terrible encounter you had two days before. "I like you" "Good to know" God, why did I become red?

Four days later you and Ricky still hadn't decided to exchange a word. You continued to work and so did he, just at a different pace. Being ignored was the worst feeling you could ever have in your life and you knew it. Your phone screen lit up: your best friend had just texted you asking to meet up. After asking Ricky’s permission to take your lunch break early, you went to a coffee shop near the facility where you worked to meet up with Wendy.

“My love! I haven’t heard from you and I thought the worst!” Wendy entered the venue with great enthusiasm and everyone turned to look at her. “I’ve been busy, now I’ll tell you everything” Wendy’s face, your best friend, changed several times during your story of the events that had happened in the last period; you told her how everything had started because of that party and how you had ended up working for an unpleasant blond who had turned out to be a misunderstood softie.

“Shen Quanrui? Wait, I’ve heard that name before” “He introduced himself to me as Ricky and then this girl came screaming and calling him Shen Quanrui, I told you.” “Oh my God” “What?” “That Shen Quanrui”

You looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before screaming “Ahhh” together. The only difference was that you screamed in terror. “That Shen Quanrui who studied fashion and design…” Wendy went to take the orders at the counter and sat back down. “Let’s recap,” Wendy took a breath; “the famous Ricky from Valentino is that Shen Quanrui who you fell in love with during college when the three of us did that school project. Except that his father got in the way when he saw us going out together and then offered you, a woman in love, some money to get you away from his son and you didn't accept, convinced that you wanted to declare yourself the next day" “Yes, then what went wrong? I never accepted that money!” Even though the cafeteria was full of people, the silence between you and Wendy became more and more insistent.

“Wendy?” “I accepted that money. And I also took a job at Dolce & Gabbana. I didn’t- I didn’t think it would go this way. Then, well, Ricky disappeared, I think he went to America” “He disappeared because you accepted the money instead of talking to him! You sold your, no, our friendship for something worth much less” “I’m sorry. You know I would never do that now”

Anger coursed through your body. But it didn’t seem right to scold your friend for something she had done in the past. It had already happened. You knew full well that now she would never have the courage to do it again.

“I need to talk to him, but he continues to ignore me” “I could help you” “What are you going to do, Wendy?” Maybe she had too much courage.

It was Sunday, the final day. Wendy was ready to put her plan into action, by hook or by crook. "Good morning, Ricky" "Um" As cold as ever. You heard footsteps in the hallway. It’s time. The door to your office opened, revealing your best friend on the other side in a black suit that hugged her body beautifully. “Did you make it?” “The janitor seems to have a thing for me” Wendy showed you the key and smiled widely, telling you that she would give you an hour and no more. You nodded your head and thanked her. Now it was your turn.

“Ricky, how much longer do you have?” “Five minutes” You opened the door to his lab and looked out. “Do you want to have a drink?” “I don’t like the drunk version of me” Oh, I think so.

You looked at him better one more time. When you were in college he had black hair and a thinner face, and he was definitely less athletic. Now he was tall, blond and he looked at you with those two black puddles of his as if he wanted to bite your heart out.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “What?” “That it was you”

Ricky seemed to understand and tried to leave the room. “Don’t try that” “Y/n”

Ricky read your desire to clarify in your gaze and with a huff he leaned on the table where he kept all his sketches scattered. “Tell me what you have to tell me, Y/n” “It took me a while but I remembered” Ricky let out a nervous laugh. “And now that you understand, what do you want me to do with this information?”

The no longer handsome black-haired boy who bewitched you at university walked towards the exit door that connected your office and his study to the corridor but soon realized that it was blocked. "Give me an hour, please" "As you wish"

Sitting on the floor, between a pout and a snort from Ricky and tense looks from you, you told your boss for a week how the situation had evolved over the years until your fateful meeting. The boy didn't miss any opportunity to remind you that having a best friend who couldn't use her head hadn't helped your life.

"How much longer?" "Fifteen minutes… Sorry" "That idiot Wendy should be the one to apologize"

Even though you had spent the last thirty minutes finding one way or another to justify your actions of the last few years, in Ricky's eyes you didn't see the understanding you wanted to see; there was an even higher barrier separating you.

"You haven't forgiven me?" you asked, trying to look him in the eyes. "What should I forgive you for? If you forgot me it means you wanted to and if you didn’t realize who I was despite my hair color then I didn’t mean much to you. I may have just been a college crush for you, but you meant, you still mean a lot to me” Was he wrong? No. You had changed, he had changed, but Ricky’s feelings had remained the same for all these years and you had been shaken by a life that had never given you love.

“I… I don’t feel the same. I don’t even know if I’m capable of feeling the same for you, Ricky” “It’s not a tragedy, forget about me like you’ve done until now and everything will be fine” A click on the door lock made you both turn towards the bell: the hour had just ended.

Ricky was the first to get up and head towards the door. He waved to Wendy, who was lurking around the corner and turned to you one last time. “You’re fired.” You picked up your pace, passed Wendy, and, a meter away from the blond, you answered him without fear. “I’ll come back to show you that I haven’t forgotten about you. I’ve never forgotten about you. I may be different, but what was between you and me hasn’t even had time to blossom.” You couldn’t see Ricky’s expression after that last exchange. This was the last time you saw him. And then a year passed.

Life for you went on, for once since your parents had brought you into the world, in a whole new way: you dared to continue your studies in graphic design, now you went to the gym regularly and, even though you still found it boring, you went to high fashion parties with Wendy. What hadn't changed was how you felt about Ricky. You realized only after losing him that what you had felt while being with him for a week had brought out everything you had kept locked away in the drawer of your heart. Everywhere you saw a man as tall as him and with black hair your eyes lit up, only to turn off seconds after you realized they weren't Ricky.

It was during Wendy's birthday party that you heard two of her colleagues talking about the man you had been looking for incessantly for the past year “Shen Quanrui, how funny. I always called him Ricky and he always looked at me badly every time I did it” “Absurd, now he has opened his modeling agency and is looking for models for his first collection” “Oh I can't wait to go. When he worked for his father he made wonderful clothes” In a panic you threw yourself at the two girls who backed away in fear. “Where? When?” “Um… Tomorrow, at four in the afternoon in this area here” the young model handed you a flyer that oozed luxury from every pore. Your next move was decided and you weren't afraid to make it.

So you convinced yourself, but when the next afternoon you found yourself in the middle of all those very tall and beautiful models you almost felt sick. The girls who went first came back sweaty and agitated and shouted out loud that there was a stage outside and about fifty people ready to mock them. What wonderful news.

“Y/n, it’s your turn!” Holy shit. Anxiously, you asked the closest girl for some water and then walked towards the stage, with several giggles accompanying you. The light that blinded you did not allow you to see who and what was in front of you. Only when they threw the light lower, did a lump form in your throat.

Ricky was in front of you, his eyes wide in surprise and his hair black. An insignificant detail for anyone else in the room but not for you. You tried to get the lump in your throat down immediately, but someone with a rougher approach than yours took half the time. “Is she going to introduce herself or do we have to see her battered body?” “Give her time,” Ricky spoke.

It was enough to look into the raven-haired man's eyes to make the lump return to your throat. But that wasn’t what stopped you. The teary eyes were another obvious sign of uncertainty, but you bravely took air into your lungs and raised your voice as high as you could.

“I’m sure I love you. There is no longer anything that can make me say otherwise. I think I love.” The faces of everyone in the room took on various expressions and some began to whisper in the ears of their neighbors. You continued without fear this time.

“I love you, Shen Quanrui. I understood it when I hoped that every stupid middle-aged man had your face, I understood it when I went to see a stupid Monet exhibition hoping that you would whisper in my ear one more time and I understood it when…” Ricky was looking at you impassively.

“I understood it when you ran away to America the first time and I understood it when I was the one who left you the second time.” You were interrupted by a man in his sixties who angrily shouted at the guards to take you away.

“Stop everyone” And so it was. Ricky stood up and with that annoying but charming little smile, he pronounced his final sentence. “I found my muse. We’re done for today, sent all the girls home” Slowly and dazed by what had happened, the men and women inside the theater left. You and Ricky looked into each other’s eyes, alone in your intimacy. “I see that you haven’t changed, you’re always ready to make one disaster after another” “I see that you have changed, maybe that means that?”

“It means that I still love you Y/n. I’ve been waiting for you all this time” He held you in his arms and kissed you for the first time, knowing in his heart that it wouldn’t be the last. A thought crept into your mind. “Oh my god, what we do with your father?” “Y/n I have my own company and we are not Romeo and Juliet, there is no need to make a drama out of it” “Oh, so you are not my Romeo?” Ricky kissed you once more and you felt his smile grow bigger and bigger. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered seven sweet words to you. “I'll be everything you want, forever