woozie (roux_riot)
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Gyuvin should really get checked for the kind of stuff his mind has been running lately. Either he’s depraved or he’s in love with his best friend. Maybe both? At the same time? Gyuvin has never liked a guy before but he doesn’t think Ricky would kiss like a guy. He moisturizes too well so when Gyuvin holds his hands it feels like a girl’s. Delicate and dainty especially when held against Gyuvin’s much larger unmanicured hands. Ricky would always complain about his chewed-through fingernails and dry knuckles but the contrast looks good together. How coupley. Boyfriend girlfriend like. Ricky’s lips are never chapped and always pretty and Gyuvin thinks he’s soft enough that he obviously wouldn’t fight him for control of the kiss. Open his mouth and take it well maybe. Kiss a little shy. Definitely pliant. Too girly so Gyuvin doesn’t think it counts. He would probably even be strawberry-flavored.
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“I need to take a fucking sabbatical.”
OR: After being dumped by his boyfriend and dropped from a brand deal, Los Angeles model Ricky books a two week stay at a coastal bed & breakfast.
Only to stumble across a friendly farm boy, one that's overflowing with love.
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- Part 2 of Hollywood & Highlands
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Bookmarked by woozie (roux_riot)
12 Jul 2025
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forgot to bookmark this when i first read it but this was genuinely so lovely i teared up <3
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the parallel line, falling (You & Me) by JELLYPOP (blaspheme)
Fandom: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band)
08 Aug 2023
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The finale isn't the end. They will never be complete.
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Bookmarked by woozie (roux_riot)
01 Jul 2025
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amazing introspective series (debut era)
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Ricky’s hand clasps his jaw. His fingertips are cold, sharp in contrast to the warmth flooding Gyuvin’s face. “Open your mouth.”
Sticky sweet nicotine curls and tumbles in and out, the fog spilling from Ricky’s lips to his own steadily. It feels like summertime ice cream trucks, smells like Strawberry Shortcake DVDS and flavored lip balm.
Ricky’s head inclines, lips dangerously close as he breathes the rest of the smoke onto Gyuvin’s tongue.
Gyuvin sees God.
( or: downbad loser soccer player pines for hot, mysterious emo guy: not clickbait! )