#ricky fluff

[hariboz]

HE HAS COOTIES BTW!

“they text you “he’s busy” to prank you for once!”

pairing: bf!zb1 x gn!reader

genre: fluff/humor 😽

warnings: no yujin, cussing, kayemess jokes, it’s silly 🫶🏻

notes: i made this during the half time of the ger/sui game…also, has this trend been dead for months at this point? well yes but i love it so i’m doing this regardless ´･ᴗ･` in other news i realised how much i used to love kaomojis omg

[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 Zb1 as your plus one at a wedding 𐙚

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive MDNI 18+

Warnings: Slightly suggestive (Matthew & Ricky), Brief jealousy (Gunwook) , possessive behavior (Gunwook)

Hanbin

You find Hanbin at the reception, sitting cross-legged on the grass with a flower girl on each side and glitter in his hair.

One of them giggles as she places a tiny crown of fake roses on his head. He accepts it with exaggerated grace, then catches your eye across the lawn like he’s just won an award.

You bite back a smile. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Immensely,” he grins. “These girls said I’m their prince.”

You raise a brow. “You’re my date, though.”

Hanbin stands and bows to the flower girls. “Excuse me, princesses,” he says solemnly. “I must return to my queen.”

When he’s in front of you, he takes your hand like it’s the first time, like it still makes his chest flutter. “You look beautiful,” he says, voice quieter now. “I keep forgetting to breathe when I look at you.”

You give him a look. “Did you practice that in the mirror?”

“Of course not,” he says. Then, “…Maybe once.”

The music shifts into something mid-tempo, and Hanbin immediately tugs you toward the dance floor.

You protest. “I don’t dance to slow songs with a fake prince.”

“I’m a real prince,” he insists, placing your hands on his shoulders. “And you owe me one song.”

You let him sway you, his grip gentle at your waist. Around you, wedding guests spin and laugh, but Hanbin’s eyes don’t leave yours—not for a second.

“You know,” he says suddenly, “this could be us someday.”

You blink. “At someone else’s wedding?”

“No.” He leans in, soft and certain. “At ours.”

The words land somewhere deep inside you, unexpected but not unwelcome.

You don’t say anything—just lean up to kiss him slow and sweet, surrounded by fairy lights and the sound of a love song you don’t remember the name of.

Hanbin kisses you back like he means it. Like he always does.

When you pull away, he grins, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Still think I’m just a fake prince?”

You press your forehead to his.

“No,” you whisper. “You’re mine.”

Jiwoong

You almost forgot how many eyes followed Jiwoong when he stepped into the room beside you. Dressed sharp in his tailored black suit, no tie, sleeves rolled just so, he moved with a calm confidence that made it clear he didn’t care about the stares—or maybe he did and enjoyed every second.

He offered you a glass of champagne with a slight smile. “You said this was a low-key thing.”

You laughed softly. “Small, yes. But no one said low-key was quiet.”

He took a slow sip, eyes scanning the crowd, before resting on you. “They’re all looking at you too.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And?”

He shrugged, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Maybe I like being the only one who gets to look at you.”

The evening settled into a gentle rhythm. Jiwoong stayed close, never overbearing but undeniably present. Then a man approached you during cocktail hour, smooth with rehearsed charm.

“y/n, right? We went to school together,” he said, offering a polite smile.

You nodded, wary.

“Noticed you came alone,” he added, glancing around. “Where’s your date?”

Before you could answer, a hand rested lightly on your waist—Jiwoong’s. His voice was low, measured. “Right here.”

The man’s smile faltered as Jiwoong’s presence seemed to fill the space. Without turning, Jiwoong gently steered you aside, thumb tracing a slow circle at your hip.

Once away, you glanced up. “That was… firm.”

Jiwoong’s eyes met yours, cool and unreadable. “Just keeping what’s mine.”

You smirked. “Jealous?”

“Not jealous. Protective,” he corrected, voice soft but certain.

His gaze lingered, and you felt the weight of it, a quiet promise without words.

“Planning to keep me close all night?” you teased.

He gave a subtle smile. “Always.”

The music shifted, and guests moved toward the dance floor. Jiwoong’s fingers found yours, entwining gently.

“Later, in the car,” he whispered near your ear. “We’ll have our own dance.”

You smiled against his cheek, heart speeding up. “Looking forward to it.”

Zhang Hao

owns every step, his suit crisp and perfectly tailored, his smile polite but warm enough to disarm anyone who meets his gaze. He nods kindly at a few guests, exchanges quiet hellos, but mostly stays focused on you, the way his eyes flicker with quiet pride as you walk hand in hand.

The ceremony fades behind you both as the reception begins, fairy lights casting a soft glow over the garden. Hao’s laugh is low and genuine when an older auntie tugs him by the arm and insists he join the bouquet toss. “You must catch it for the bride’s sake,” she says with a teasing grin.

Hao plays along, the perfect gentleman, stepping into the circle with surprising ease. You watch as he raises his hands, catching the bouquet with a practiced smile, then bows theatrically to the aunties, earning delighted applause. When he turns back to you, bouquet in hand, there’s a mischievous glint in his eye. “Looks like I’m next,” he says softly.

You shake your head, laughing, and slip your fingers through his. “Maybe tonight is your lucky night.”

Later, the music softens, and guests start drifting onto the dance floor. Hao pulls you gently in, arms settling around your waist with a tenderness that takes your breath away. The world narrows until it’s just the two of you swaying under the fairy lights, their glow like something out of a dream.

“What would you say if this was our wedding?” Hao asks, voice low and sincere, eyes never leaving yours.

Your heart skips, heat pooling in your chest. You search his face for any hint of jest but find only earnest hope. “I’d say yes,” you whisper.

He smiles, fingers brushing your cheek, thumb lingering as if memorizing the softness of your skin. “Good answer,” he murmurs, leaning in slowly until your lips meet in a kiss that’s gentle and sure, lingering just long enough to promise so much more.

The song ends, and though the music changes, neither of you move apart. Hao’s hand slides down your back, pulling you closer as he whispers against your lips, “Let’s finish this night somewhere quieter.”

You nod, heart racing with anticipation. The drive back is quiet but charged—the city lights blurring past the windows, the hum of the engine a steady rhythm beneath the soft glow of the dashboard.

Hao reaches for your hand, entwining fingers with yours in a simple, grounding touch. “I’ve wanted this,” he admits, voice husky, “to be able to say I danced with you like that, like you were the only person in the world.”

You squeeze his hand, leaning into the warmth of his presence. “Me too.”

The car slows, and Hao glances at you, eyes shining in the dim light. “Tomorrow’s a new day,” he says softly, “but tonight… tonight is ours.”

You smile, lips barely brushing his in a whisper of a kiss that holds everything unspoken between you.

And in that moment, under the quiet stars and soft city glow, you know this night is just the beginning.

Matthew

Matthew arrived early, exactly on time if not a minute before, his suit crisp and his smile bright as he shook hands with your family one by one. He had a knack for remembering names—your grandmother, your cousin Jisoo, your uncle Minho—and by the time the ceremony started, he felt like part of the crew. You watched from across the garden as he laughed easily with your dad, even helping him with the speakers when a technical glitch threatened to delay the music. Matthew’s hands moved confidently over wires and knobs, fixing the problem before anyone else had noticed, then brushing off your grateful smile like it was no big deal.

Throughout the night, Matthew was everything you could hope for—polite, attentive, the kind of boyfriend who knew exactly when to hold your hand and when to give you space to breathe. You slipped through the crowd together, his arm casually draped over your shoulder as he introduced you to his own friends who had come along, quietly proud to have you by his side.

Later, away from the noise and glittering lights, you found a quiet corner near the garden’s edge. Matthew’s gaze softened as he settled beside you on a bench, his usual energetic spark replaced by something more thoughtful.

“I know weddings aren’t usually your thing,” you said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “But you’ve been amazing tonight.”

He smiled, fingers entwining with yours. “I like seeing you happy. That’s enough for me.”

You leaned into his side, heart slowing in the comfortable silence. “Do you ever think about forever? What that looks like?”

Matthew’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, steady and sure. “All the time. It’s not scary when I think about it with you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, overwhelmed by the quiet sincerity in his voice. “Sometimes I get scared. What if it doesn’t last? What if…”

He tightened his grip, cutting you off with a soft chuckle. “Then we hold on tighter. We figure it out together. I’m not going anywhere.”

A gentle breeze swept past, carrying the scent of blooming flowers as Matthew leaned closer, brushing his lips lightly against your temple. The simple touch sent a shiver through you, the promise in it clear.

“I don’t want to rush,” he murmured, voice low and intimate. “But when it feels this right, it’s hard not to imagine all the days ahead.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest as you turned to face him. His hand slid to your cheek, thumb tracing your skin softly, eyes searching yours like he wanted to memorize every detail.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” you whispered.

He nodded, lips curving into a tender smile. “One step at a time, with you.”

As the music swelled in the distance, the night wrapping around you both like a quiet promise, you knew this moment would stay with you long after the last dance.

Taerae

Taerae stayed close to your side all evening, his quiet presence like a gentle anchor in the lively reception. He wasn’t the loudest or flashiest, but his smile—oh, that smile—had a way of lighting up the whole room. It was soft and genuine, the kind that made people stop and smile back without even realizing it.

From the moment you arrived, guests were drawn to him like moths to a warm glow. Kids giggled as he crouched down to meet their eyes, and even the usually reserved relatives couldn’t help but grin when he cracked a shy joke or offered a simple compliment. You found yourself watching him with a smile, feeling proud to have someone whose happiness spread like wildfire.

During the speeches, Taerae squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours. You caught the way he smiled through the heartfelt words, a quiet strength shining beneath his calm exterior.

Later, as the night unfolded under twinkling fairy lights, you found yourself walking hand in hand through the garden. Taerae’s smile never faded; it was a constant comfort, like a silent promise that everything was right in the world.

“You know,” you said softly, “being around you makes everyone happier. It’s like your smile is contagious.”

He blushed just a little, eyes flicking away for a moment before settling on you again. “I didn’t realize.”

“It’s true. People just naturally want to be near you.”

Taerae shrugged, but the warmth in his gaze said he believed you. “Maybe that’s because you’re with me.”

You laughed, leaning into his side. “You’re not wrong.”

The music shifted to a slower song, and without saying a word, Taerae pulled you close. His arms wrapped around you like a shield, steady and reassuring.

In the quiet space between the notes, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The moment felt simple but profound—two people wrapped up in each other’s calm amidst the night’s excitement.

“You make me feel safe,” you whispered.

Taerae kissed the top of your head. “And you make me smile like never before.”

You looked up, catching the glow of the fairy lights in his eyes. His smile was brighter than ever, and for once, words weren’t necessary. You knew you both felt it—the kind of happiness that doesn’t need to be explained, just shared.

As the song ended, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the world around you fade away.

Ricky

You don’t even make it out of the car before Ricky is fixing your dress for you like it’s award season. “We look too good to be on time,” he says with a wink, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair before offering you his hand. His suit matches your outfit perfectly—down to the exact shade of your accessories—and you know he planned it that way on purpose.

Inside, people turn. Heads tilt. Someone actually gasps. And Ricky? He eats it up, chin lifted slightly as if you’re arriving at the Met Gala instead of someone’s garden wedding. “Eyes on the bride, people,” he calls lightly, smirking as he guides you through the tables like the whole day was planned around you two.

Every toast he gives is a moment. He taps his glass before standing, lets the silence stretch dramatically, and says something just sentimental enough to make people “aww,” but finishes with a sly glance your way and a casual, “—and to my favorite plus-one for being the prettiest person here.”

At cocktail hour, someone makes the mistake of asking if you two are “just friends.” Ricky’s jaw ticks before he smiles wide, too wide, like he’s suppressing a scream. He doesn’t even respond—just sets his champagne down, slides an arm around your waist, and whispers in your ear, “Can you believe that? They think I’d come all dressed up for someone I wasn’t in love with.”

You nearly choke on your drink. “Ricky.”

He shrugs, totally unbothered, but you can feel the heat in his gaze when he looks at you. “What? I’m just being honest.”

As the sun sets and the lights flicker on overhead, casting the dance floor in gold, Ricky steals you away to the edge of the crowd. “You look like a movie,” he says lowly, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “Like something people pause just to stare at.”

And when someone calls out to you, “Hey—didn’t know you two were together!” Ricky doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, I know. It’s hard to believe someone this perfect is mine,” he says loud enough for half the wedding to hear, hand still curled at your waist. “But she is. Girlfriend privilege.”

He doesn’t even glance around for reactions. He’s too busy watching your expression soften under the fairy lights, like that was the only moment he cared about landing.

Gyuvin

It starts with Gyuvin doing a split on the dance floor thirty minutes into the reception.

You’re still mid-bite into a canapé when he yells, “Y/N, watch this!”—and then boom, right into a crowd-cheering, camera-flashing split like he’s on stage instead of your cousin’s wedding. People are clapping. The DJ is laughing. You’re just trying not to choke on your food.

He bounces back up like nothing happened, wild grin on his face as he practically skips over to you. “You’re next,” he says, grabbing your hand before you can even protest. “We’re starting a conga line.”

“No, we’re not,” you argue, and somehow end up leading the conga line anyway, everyone snaking behind you as Gyuvin chants, “Let’s go, let’s go!” like he’s the MC of the whole night.

He keeps the energy high for hours—dancing with your aunties, trying to convince your uncle to teach him how to moonwalk, nearly taking out a centerpiece trying to “floss” with too much enthusiasm. You lose track of him during the cake cutting, only to find him back at your table with two frosting-covered forks and a guilty smile.

“Don’t ask questions,” he says, already smearing a little icing on your cheek before you can move away.

“You’re the worst,” you groan, wiping at it—but he’s quicker. He leans in and kisses it off, dramatic and loud, right in front of everyone. Someone whistles. Someone claps. You bury your face in your hands.

But as the night winds down and the guests start to leave, the loud Gyuvin softens. He tugs you outside, past the lights and the music, shoes in one hand, phone in the other. He plays a song you love—low, soft—and pulls you into a slow sway on the dewy grass.

No crowd. No noise. Just the two of you and the muffled music.

“You had fun?” he asks quietly, like he’s not the reason half the guests were grinning all night.

You nod, arms draped around his neck. “You were a menace.”

“A loveable menace,” he corrects, pulling you in a little closer.

He’s warmer like this. Calmer. No jokes, no stunts—just Gyuvin, holding you like you’re the only person left in the world. The twinkle lights from the patio glow faintly behind him, and you realize he hasn’t stopped smiling once tonight.

“I liked seeing your family happy,” he says. “You happy.”

And there it is—that softness he tries to bury under all the jokes and noise. You kiss him before you can help it, laughing against his lips when he dips you like you’re in a movie.

“Okay, that was smooth,” you admit.

“Told you,” he grins, “lovable menace.”

Gunwook

You feel it the second your ex walks in.

Gunwook had been relaxed all night, joking with your cousins, twirling you once during cocktail hour just to see you smile. But now—now his hand tightens around yours like instinct, his body shifting slightly in front of yours as if to shield you.

You glance up at him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he says, but his voice is tight. His eyes don’t leave your ex as they walk over, wearing that familiar, too-smooth smile.

The greeting is awkward. A hug you don’t really want. Gunwook’s hand stays glued to your lower back the entire time, fingers pressing just a little harder when your ex starts asking, “So, how’ve you been? You look amazing.”

“She’s been great,” Gunwook answers before you can. “And she still looks amazing—because I take good care of her.”

Your cheeks burn. You try to steer the conversation away, but Gunwook’s jaw stays locked, his arm never leaving you. Even after your ex finally walks off, he doesn’t let go. Just pulls you in tighter, pressing a kiss to your temple that lingers.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” you murmur.

“I know,” he admits. “But I wanted to.”

You exhale a soft laugh and reach for his hand, brushing your thumb along his knuckles. “You jealous?”

He meets your gaze, expression unreadable for a moment. “Yeah,” he says finally. “I think I am.”

He says it like it’s not a flaw. Just fact. And somehow, that makes it feel even softer.

Later, once the music’s louder and people are too tipsy to notice, he pulls you onto the balcony. The air is cooler out here, the lights from the reception glowing behind you, but Gunwook’s hand is still warm in yours.

“Sorry if I made things weird,” he says, nudging your side. “I just… saw them talking to you and thought about how easy it would’ve been to never meet you. To never have this.”

“You have it,” you say. “You have me.”

He looks at you like he’s memorizing it. Then he grins, loosening his tie and pulling you in. “Come here.”

He sways you gently, no music except the faint echo of the reception inside and the quiet shuffle of your shoes on the concrete. His arms wrap around your waist. Yours around his neck.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says quietly, like it’s just for you.

You press your face into his shoulder, smiling into the fabric of his shirt. “Even when I hug my ex?”

He chuckles, kissing the side of your head. “Especially then. You always come back to me.”

You tilt your head back to meet his eyes, your voice soft. “I never left.”

He doesn’t answer—just pulls you close again, closer, like he’s never letting go. And tonight, you believe him.

Yujin

You don’t even make it through the entrance before Yujin almost takes someone out with his elbow.

It’s a blur, really—a quick pivot to avoid a passing waiter, a dramatic stumble, and a breathless “Oh! Sorry, sorry!” as he tries to catch a falling gift bag and somehow knocks over a centerpiece instead.

There’s a beat of stunned silence.

Then laughter. Lots of it.

Even your aunt, who’s usually the least forgiving about disruptions, clutches her stomach as she giggles, waving Yujin off when he apologizes again with a frantic bow. And just like that, he’s made his impression—not the one he meant to, but the kind everyone will still be smiling about hours later.

You slip your hand into his. “Iconic first five seconds, honestly.”

His ears flush, lips twitching as he tries to look mortified. “That was not how I pictured this going.”

“Yeah, but now my grandma knows your name. You’re basically a legend.”

Yujin groans, but he’s smiling too—soft and sheepish, the kind of grin that curls slowly and lights up his whole face.

The night goes on, and so does he. He bumps into the same waiter twice, trips over a child’s toy at dinner, and gets cake on his sleeve while trying to help serve. At one point, he nearly slips trying to do a spin move on the dance floor and ends up grabbing the arm of your cousin’s boyfriend for balance.

It should be a disaster.

But it’s not.

It’s charming. It’s him. That bright, unfiltered sweetness—how he laughs at himself first, how he’s quick to say sorry but even quicker to smile. How he helps clean up what he knocks over without needing to be asked. How the younger kids cling to his legs like they’ve known him forever.

And when your grandma tells him she hopes you marry someone with a “gentle heart like yours,” he turns so red he actually chokes on his ginger ale.

You nudge him with your knee under the table. “See? Told you they’d love you.”

He looks at you like you just hung the moon. “They love you more.”

You shake your head. “Not tonight. Tonight’s your show.”

Later, when the sky’s gone navy and the lights are warm and low, Yujin takes your hand again and pulls you in for a slow dance. He’s not graceful—he steps on your foot once, apologizes, and laughs so hard his head falls against your shoulder. But he never stops smiling. And neither do you.

Because this is him. Clumsy. Kind. A little chaotic. But so easy to adore.

And as the night winds down, you realize everyone was right.

He really is unforgettable.



[fanbasetwo]

✦ ZB1 MAKNAE LINE TAKING CARE OF THEIR GIRLFRIEND WHILE SHE'S ON HER PERIODS!

001. PAIRING , zb1 maknae line ! afab reader

002. GENRE , scenario, reaction work

003. WARNING(S) , mentions of blood and cramps obviously, kissing, cuddling, pet names, lmk if more

NOTE FROM SENA , literally on my periods as I write this. basically dedicated to me and my period twin @teaxeee! take care of yourself sweetie 🤍 MASTERLIST!!

SHEN RICKY . . . ✦

“Baby, are you okay?” Ricky's voice rang out once more, tinted with a sense of worry. He had completely lost track of how many times he had checked on you that day, but he just couldn't help it. Not knowing how long you had been in the bathroom was one more reason Ricky was getting even more anxious because you were on your period. When you finally got out, you walked slowly, looking totally pale and sickly. His sharp gaze picked it up at once. “You should have just told me,” he murmured and came up to you in seconds. Without letting you say another word, he swept you off your feet into his arms, once again swooping you with ease. Unable to protest, you buried your head into his chest while the unrelenting beat of his heart soothed your pain. “I've got you,” he whispered in that soft way of his, escorting you to the couch, where comfort and Ricky's caring heart awaited.

KIM GYUVIN . . . ✦

You lay awake in bed, glaring spitefully at your boyfriend, who was snoring softly beside you. Gyuvin was such a picture of peace, blissfully ignorant of your battle with the dreadful cramps. The green-eyed monster made its home in your rib cage. “Hey! Quit snoring,” you whispered, poking him hard. Maybe it was the mood swings, or perhaps it was pure injustice, but if you could not get any sleep, he would not either. Gyuvin stirred before opening his eyes slowly. He did not say anything but shamelessly nestled you closer while curling you in the protective embrace of his arms. For a moment, he let his hands fall on your belly. Circles his fingers with slow and soft movements on your belly “Still hurts?” he managed to say, a little sleepy but shown great care and gentleness. Your growing outrage melted halfway into oblivion as you gazed into his half-open eyes and tousled hair. “Not much now,” you murmured against his touch. He surely was your haven amid all this pain.

PARK GUNWOOK . . . ✦

Gunwook wasn't the type who liked much physical touch, but he had pretty much been nothing but kind to you. That didn't prevent him from being justifiably frightened of your moods during your periods. Today was no different. “What is wrong?” he asked, freaking out because you suddenly broke into tears. His dark sarcasm, one that regularly made you laugh, had surprisingly worked against him. “Did I say something wrong? Baby, please...” he was just racking his brain now to come to terms with what click had gone awry. In the moment, tears bubbling in your throat, you slurred something unintelligible, leaving him even more frazzled. But Gunwook would never give up on you. He scooped you into his arms and began to cover your tear-stained cheeks with desperate but awkward kisses. “Don't cry,” he murmured, sounding much more like his usual self. “I'll stop making jokes, I promise.” It was typecast to make him cringe, but he'd surely do anything else, probably endure your periods, just to get a smile back on your face.

HAN YUJIN . . . ✦

Yujin had always been the shy one in your relationship, and while you were still navigating its early stages, moments of awkwardness were inevitable—like today. Unaware of the red spot that had appeared on your pants, you walked beside him after your date, chatting casually. Yujin suddenly slowed, his cheeks tinged pink as he glanced at you. “Aren’t you cold?” he asked, his voice soft but steady. Before you could respond, he was already shrugging off his jacket and draping it gently over your shoulders. It was oversized, enveloping you completely and, unbeknownst to you, discreetly covering the red period spot on your pants. You blinked at him, confused by his sudden action but touched by the gesture. “Thanks…” you mumbled, still unsure what had prompted it. Yujin gave a small, reassuring smile, his hand brushing yours. He didn’t need to say anything; his quiet thoughtfulness spoke volumes.

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[4doras]

BACK TO FRIENDS “I DIDN’T THINK THEY’D SHOW UP.” *ੈ✩‧₊˚  

genre. ricky x f.reader, fake dating, fluff, 1.3k +profanity (but it’s just once at the end lol) 

ꕤ. ty anon for requesting ^^ i did something a little different from my initial idea when i wrote down the prompt… is it okay… i am scared… lmk… 

nothing good comes from a breakup: the tears, the heartache, and for your situation, the family reunion. 

your family knew you were in a relationship, but your now ex never met your family or your parents. and telling them that you had broken up with him just a few days before the family reunion that was planned months ago would just be an embarrassment and that meant finding a replacement was necessary.  

more under the cut! 

usually, you’d ask one of your guy friends, but of course, none of them were available. matthew was going to canada to see his family, zhanghao and hanbin were going to china together, and yujin was like your son, he wasn’t even an option in your head. 

“matt, what do i do? my parents told the rest of my family about my boyfriend and now he’s… well, he’s my ex.” you were sitting in a cafe with matthew, figuring out a solution for you. “you, hao, and hanbin are all busy. i literally have no one to take with me.” 

matthew stirred his coffee, thinking about a way to solve your dilemma. “what about ricky?” 

you blinked, “ricky? as in shen ricky?” 

“well, yes?” he said in a tone as if it should’ve been obvious. “he’s free this weekend, plus, he owes me.” 

you and ricky were not on good terms, and matthew knew that. everyone did. 

“matt, you know i don’t like him. and i barely know him.” 

“but you know him,” he pointed out. “and he’s a good actor, i’m sure your family’ll be convinced you’ve been dating him this whole time. 

you weren’t that desperate, right? 

turns out you were. because on the day of the reunion, you were in ricky’s house (it was a mansion, really) picking out clothes for him. 

“you’re messing up my room.” ricky was glaring at you, pointing at the piles of clothes on the ground that weren’t there before. 

“not my fault that your formal clothes are buried underneath all of your other clothes.” you picked up a white button-up and brought it up to his neck, holding it in front of him, envisioning the outfit. “okay, this’ll work. it looks good on you.” 

it wasn’t your intention to compliment him, but it just happened to slip out. and you hoped that ricky wouldn’t notice it, but you already saw a small smile settling on his face. 

“you’re already acting as my girlfriend?” he chuckled, “didn’t know you were so in love with me.” 

you rolled your eyes at him, pushing the shirt and tie into his arms. “just put it on already.” 

ricky drove you and him to the house, and honestly, you were freaked out. what if something went wrong? what if you accidentally let something slip out? so much could go wrong. 

“are you okay?” even though ricky was driving, he could feel your nervousness creeping onto him. 

“yeah,” you wiped the anxious look off your face. “just a bit scared about what they’re gonna say.” 

he pulled up into the driveway of your family’s house, putting the car into park. 

“it’ll be fine,” ricky unlocked the car but stopped you before you exited the car. “wait inside the car.” he got out of the car, opening the door for you. “we’re supposed to be dating, right?” 

you took his hand into yours, hoping everything looked normal. “just remember, everything’s an act.” you gave him a sweet smile, realizing your family was outside, staring at the two of you. “i still don’t like you.” 

once you stepped into the house, ricky, somehow, effortlessly charms everyone, as if he had been waiting for this moment for years. 

your parents adore him, even joking about when the two of you were getting married. you heard your aunt whisper about “how in love they are”. everything was going well, a little too well. 

until you saw him. 

“that’s your ex?” ricky asked, furrowing his brows at the guy. 

it flew past your mind that your ex was friends with your cousin’s boyfriend. you knew that he was in their circle, but you never thought about how close he was with them. 

you nudged his side. “don’t stare for too long, he’s gonna notice.” you sighed, “i didn’t think he’d show up.” 

but it was too late, he was already walking toward you. 

ricky noticed how tense you are and turns into the perfect boyfriend, wrapping an arm around you, bringing you closer to him. 

“moved on from me already?” ricky eyed him up and down, holding your waist tighter. “don’t be surprised when he breaks up with you, y/n.” his mouth was still open, about to continue criticizing you, but ricky took you away from him before you heard more. 

from the way he was walking, you could tell he was mad. “i can’t believe you dated him for almost a year.” his voice was laced with anger. “i might annoy you, but i wouldn’t hurt you like that.” 

you blinked, unsure what to say. for once, you weren’t annoyed by him, you were just… confused.

he was supposed to be a placeholder, but he was looking at you like it wasn’t a lie anymore. 

“even if i’m only yours for now, that’s just not right.” he looked down to his feet, averting his gaze from you. “you deserve better, y/n.” 

had he always been this caring? maybe you were just oblivious to it and never noticed it. and for the first time, you weren’t sure what was real between you and ricky anymore. 

it started getting late, the sky was dark now, and time was moving toward the end of the reunion and the end of you and ricky’s temporary relationship. 

“i hope to see you again, ricky.” your father smiled, bidding you guys a goodbye. 

that's when it hit you. 

ricky wouldn’t be here next time, there was no next time with ricky. because the whole thing had been a lie. 

you got into his car, slowly starting to realize how much you enjoyed having him by your side. the car is completely quiet, like you’re still trying to take in what happened. ricky doesn’t start the car either. 

“thanks for coming, ricky.” you break the silence, but it’s genuine. without him, you would’ve been awkwardly sitting beside your parents. 

“you’re not so bad when you aren’t glaring at me.” he says, much softer than he’s been the whole day. “i’ll come around and pretend for you next time, too.” 

“what if we just stopped pretending?” you pause at your own words, surprised that you just said that. “you’re a good boyfriend, from what i saw, at least.” 

the car is completely still. 

ricky turns his head slowly, like he’s making sure he heard you right. “you mean that?”

you meet his eyes, not looking away. “yeah. i think i do.”

for a moment, he doesn’t move – just watches you, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re going to take it back. but when you don’t, he shifts in his seat.

“you’re a good girlfriend too,” he says quietly. “even when you’re pretending to hate me.”

and that’s when he leans in.

he leans in fast, as if something in him snaps, and kisses you like he’s been holding back for too long. there’s a kind of urgency in the way his mouth finds yours, firm and sure, like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he gives you a second to breathe.

except you don’t. you kiss him back, fingers holding onto the front of his shirt without even thinking. it’s nothing like you expected, yet somehow exactly what you wanted. 

when he finally pulls away, he’s slightly out of breath, leaning back in his seat, looking out the window. 

“oh, shit.” he looked back at you, completely unaware of the situation you’re both in. “your parents are out there.” 

“are your windows tinted?” you quickly turn the car light off, but you already know it’s too late. 

“barely.” he gives them a weak wave from inside the car, and they wave back. “i guess there's no point in pretending, then.” 

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[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ 너 말곤 전부 사라진 my world / 내 모든 시간에 오직 너만이 가득 차

little things zb1 maknae line do as your boyfriend

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), got a ton of inspo from this fic by @luvh4nji !! first reaction for zb1 :)), ricky calls reader beautiful, i am a red haired gyuv enthusiast my apologies, mentions of insecure yujin, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33 title from zb1 - crush

SHEN RICKY always gives you little gifts. 

“i got you something.” 

“ricky,” you chuckle softly as you shake your head. your lips quirk into a smile as you set your phone aside, turning to face him. “you didn’t need to.” 

“but i wanted to.” he shrugs nonchalantly. “i always want to.” 

ricky twirls the stem between his finger as he holds it out for you to admire. you softly gasp at the sight, admiring the hues of pink and white and decorating the flower petals. “it’s beautiful!” 

“here,” his touch is feather-light as he reaches up, carefully brushing stray strands of hair away from your face. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach and shivers race down your spine at the feeling. “let me.” 

ricky smiles sheepishly as he delicately tucks the flower behind your ear, careful not to let any petals fall. you can faintly smell the sweetness radiating from it. you smile brightly as you tilt your head to the side to pose. “how do i look?”

stepping forwards, he cups your face between his hands. ricky leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. they feel soft against your skin - tinted a soft shade of baby pink and routinely coated in strawberry chap stick. he smiles when he pulls away, a light flush quickly spreading across his skin. “beautiful.”

KIM GYUVIN is always holding your hand. 

amidst the bustling crowd, you peek over the tops of heads and behind shoulders as you search for gyuvin throughout the crowd. wires stretch across the ceiling like vines. you only catch glimpses of muted conversations when staff members pass you by.

it only takes a small gap in the crowd before you recognize him, his red hair a sharp contrast to the black boxes behind him. “gyuvin!” 

his eyes widen. he watches you in shock for a moment before he immediately begins rushing towards you. “you’re here,” gyuvin whispers shakily. his grip tightens around your waist as he leans in, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. 

“i’m here,” you chuckle. you rub your hands against his back in an attempt to soothe him, careful not to wrinkle the thin fabric of his stage outfit. gyuvin’s hands cup your face when he pulls away, gently trailing along your jawline. a deep flush rises to his cheeks despite the thin layer of foundation covering his face. 

“there’s so much i want to show you.” gyuvin smiles brightly. his large hands envelop your own, intertwining your fingers together with ease. shivers race down your spine when his thumb casually brushes against your knuckles. he squeezes your hand once. “just follow me.” 

PARK GUNWOOK is clingy. 

the sunset casts a golden glow across the train car, illuminating the horizon in the distance. its wheels scrape against the rails, creating a quiet hum that drones on for hours. you turn to look out the window. flashes of trees and seemingly never ending hills eventually give way to acres of flat fields, filled with crops ready for harvest. 

you startle slightly when gunwook’s head falls against your shoulder; stray strands of his hair tickle against the bare skin of your neck. he all but slumps his body against yours, letting a deep sigh escape him. your bodies mold together like puzzle pieces. 

“is everything okay?” you whisper. you reach upwards to carefully push a strand of hair away from gunwook’s eyes. he leans into your touch slightly, smiling softly when you allow him to lean his cheek against your palm.

“yeah,” he mumbles in response. his voice is low and raspy. the telltale signs of sleep slip into his words. gunwook looks up at you with rosy cheeks and tired eyes full of love and admiration. it’s enough to make your heartbeat a little bit faster and butterflies swarm throughout your stomach. “just want you.” 

HAN YUJIN tells you everything. 

“yujin,” you whisper. he nervously chews on his bottom lip, anxiously staring up at the continuous spin of your ceiling fan. moonlight illuminates your bedroom, painting the walls silver. “what’s on your mind?” 

yujin curls into your side, abandoning any embarrassment in the night. his legs entangle with your own beneath your blankets. “i’ve been thinking,” he whispers, so quiet that you almost miss the words entirely beneath the hum of the air conditioner. “about performing. about the concerts.”

“are you nervous?” he nods, tucking his face into the comforter. “you’re an incredible performer. all the work you’ve done to improve is showing, even if you don’t think it is. you’ll be amazing out there - i know you’ll be. and if you need any help, i’m here. and so are the members.”

carefully, you begin to card your fingers through his hair. yujin sighs softly in response, nuzzling his head even further into your pillows. you can all but feel him relax against your touch. “how are you feeling now?” 

“better,” he says, muffled against the fabric. twisting to face you, yujin sleepily smiles up at you. “thank you.” 

you smile softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his temple. he takes a deep breath in response, finally allowing his eyes to flutter closed. “sweet dreams, jinnie.”

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[zcrose]

ricky & gyuvin in a poly relationship ─★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

ricky × gyuvin × fem reader (she/her used like once)

fluff, kind of suggestive mdni

bullet point format, matthew is mentioned once

You and Ricky invite Gyuvin for an experimental ~staying the night~ and he just...never really leaves?

It just feels so natural since you were all already friends so why wouldn't you all have breakfast together?

And now you're inseparable

Ricky and Gyuvin are so freaking giggly I don't really know how to explain it

Finds your relationship very new and exciting, and fun

The first time you see them kiss it's literally life altering, and every other time after the first one too

Cause Gyuvin is a bit shy but Ricky is so god damn flirty

"Come on, me too" Ricky says as Gyuvin kisses you goodbye when leaving your apartment.

Gyuvin blushes so hard at that because for some reason it feels different outside of bed. He felt shy kissing you as well, he's honestly still in chock that not only one but two people want to kiss him.

"Yeah okay," Gyuvin mumbles, leaning in to kiss Ricky softly, after a few seconds he seems to get more comfortable and a grin spreads across his face "Don't miss me too much while I'm gone."

Loves teasing each other and you, it's very playful altogether

The three of you also kind of enjoy messing with other people who doesn't fully understand your relationship

Like you arriving to a party with Ricky but greeting Gyuvin with a kiss on the cheek when you see him or sitting in Gyuvins lap while everyone thinks your dating Ricky

"Hey Ricky, I think your girl is weighing her options or something" one of your friends comments as you sit on Gyuvins lap, laughing and giggling at literally everything he says.

"Yeah Rick, you jealous?" Gyuvin can't help but tease. But Ricky just shakes his head at the two of you and blows a kiss, receiving confused looks from the rest of the room.

Eventually it's kind of impossible not to understand the situation though since you're all so good damn touchy with each other

Not Matthew just walking up to you to ask if the three of you are fuckin cause he has had ENOUGH...

But the domestic cute moments hear me out

Ricky would 100% get you all matching lounge wear, like cozy stuff in matching colours uugghh

And watching dramas together is a given!

Also every single situation turning into cuddling... and kissing...

"Why does Gyuv always get the middle seat?" Ricky suddenly asks in the middle of the new K-drama you're watching.

"Cause he's cute" you answer without your eyes leaving the screen.

But Gyuvin blushes as that, because he always does. He hides his face in his big hands and Ricky can't help but laugh at how embarrassed he gets at the tiniest compliment.

You look up and smile too, seeing how red Gyuvin is. "What?" You ask with a smirk "Don't you agree?"

"Of course he agrees" Ricky answers while removing Gyuvins hands to get a look at his face "You know you're cute, huh?"

"Stop teasing me!" Gyvin giggles and you decide to join in on the fun leaning in to kiss his now exposed, very rosy cheek.

Cue full on three way makeout session...

To sum it up Gyuvin and Ricky are the cutest, messiest most adorable boyfriends ever ~mic drop~

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[seokmattchuus]

ZB1 addressing the rumors about your relationship - Reaction

A/n: This leans more on "making your relationship public" but that didn't work the way I wanted it to so here's what happened. It's been too long since I've written anything. The writing gods have forsaken me. (Also a lil something-something for Gyuvin's birthday. It sucks but be nice.)

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Jiwoong: *Wasn't sure about going completely public but he's also ready to jump at any opportunity that comes up.*

"Me and y/n in a show together?" He read a comment to himself under an article. "That's not a bad idea, actually."

Hao: *Everyone knows he can't help but get defensive when you're brought up, and they're always pushing his buttons.*

"Steal my spot in our collab stage?" He laughed at a comment on his live before playfully scowling. "If you say so."

Hanbin: *Doesn't want to out-right say you're dating but doesn't want to dismiss you entirely.*

"Me and y/n?" His cheeks flushed lightly. "We've been getting close lately, but nothing more."

Matthew: *Reads a comment on his live about being able to "steal" you from him and he can't help but respond.*

"You? Take her from me?" He scoffed playfully. "If I barely managed to get her attention, how far do you think you'll get?"

Taerae: *Starts a live and prays that he doesn't get canceled. (He's scared, okay?)*

"We didn't mean for it to be revealed like this," He cringed as he typed. "But I hope you can be supportive."

Ricky: *Sees a comment on his live about a picture he posted with you visible in the background.*

"Of course, it was my idea." He smiled past the camera at you. "I didn't want anyone thinking they had a chance."

Gyuvin: *Nearly chokes on his drink when the interviewer asks who he'd be most comfortable getting into a scandal with.*

"My girlfriend, of course." He laughed off the question. "What kind of question is that?"

Gunwook: *Knew the relationship questions were coming, but still got caught off guard.*

"Ah," He smiled nervously at the interviewer. "You're going to get me in trouble!"

Yujin: *Can't help but notice all the comments on his live are about the both of you and pulls out ol' reliable.*

"Me and her are just classmates." He scoffed. "Stop making it weird or she won't talk to me anymore."

[atzhrts]

hiii, i loved your post of anton bf!! could you please make one for ricky too?🩶🩶🩶

oh my god i love him so so much 😞

yeah no paying for anything. he’s spoiling the shit out of you, your first date was literally at the most expensive restaurant in town and you just sat there like????? looking for the cheapest thing on the menu until ricky goes “just choose whatever, it’s on me”, smiling at you

you sometimes have little fights over him paying for everything, telling him that you’re grown and you can pay for your own things but ricky reassures you he gets that but he also loves spoiling you. he lets you pay for some things tho because he doesn’t want to make you feel depended on him

because he’s literally your biggest supporter. he hypes you up every chance he gets, just imagine ricky with this fiiiiiine partner and he’s so so whipped. you made it your little routine to always send each other a quick selfie before you go out and ricky is drooling over yours every single time.

“DAMN” “you’re so gorgeous” “you’re literally so fine wtf” “you’re perfect” “so sexy baby”

i don’t think he’s too clingy, not really the biggest fan of pda but he has those moments where he just wants to be all over you. most of the times he just has a hand on your lower back or holding yours but sometimes the two of you turn into those obnoxious couples in lines. ricky hugging your from behind, arms crossed around your waist and his head tugged over your shoulder, gently rocking you from side to side.

i feel like he really likes having you on his lap as well

the best dates ever. like do you know all these creative dates? the two of you been to all. pottery date for the first one, making a cute cup that later moved into your first apartment together. picnic and painting together for your fourth date, making a canvas for your each others rooms based on the vibes you give each other.

definitely a lot of dates in your relationship as well, ricky loves just staying home with you and cuddling but he also loves going on cute little dates together.

he definitely has a picture of you in his wallet.

ricky loves titties you can’t change my mind, literally his favorite pillow ever. he thinks it’s so relaxing, your fingers playing with his hair as he listens to your heartbeat, head laying on your soft chest.