#very much if i was a worm would you still love me

[dani-the-human]

I spent way too long on this, I've never even written these characters because I never knew how to wrote them- AND THEN YOU GIVE ME BRAIN WORMS

Here, take this and leave!

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"Santa isn't real, you cursed child!" Was the first thing Roksoo heard Christmas day the year his parents died as his uncle drank another bottle and shouted profanities at Roksoo. His uncle had already had 5 bottles strewn about the kitchen table and was working on his 6th when Roksoo got up and went to the living room to find the tree thrown into the wall, ornaments shattered across the floor. When he asked his uncle about it, Roksoo got an empty bottle thrown at his head and a stream of unintelligible yelling before he finally looked Roksoo in the eye and told him that Santa wasn't real.

Roksoo had figured as much. He was a smart kid and already was figuring out that Santa probably wasn't real even if his parents told him otherwise. Still, he liked the tradition. He loved seeing his parents try and fail to hide his gifts late at night or poorly cover for the other when one of them went to buy gifts.

To him, they were Santa, and that was even better than if the man were real because seeing them go out of their way to make sure Roksoo had a good Christmas was better than any magic.

So Roksoo played along. If his parents wanted to keep him believing in magic then Roksoo would.

He can't now that they're gone.

"You're the reason they will never see another Christmas."

And for all his skepticism and logical thinking, those hissed out words would brand Roksoo for the rest of his life.

Why did he deserve to celebrate Christmas when the people who made the holiday magic weren't here? He didn't.

So Roksoo never celebrated Christmas. Not with his uncle because he "didn't deserve Christmas," not at the orphanage because even if the staff tried to make it fun for the kids, Roksoo always was forgotten and left out, not when he was working to support himself because each shift was precious income that Roksoo couldn't afford to pass up, and especially not after the apocalypse where everyone was just trying to survive.

Christmas was never a priority. It was just a day.

"ROKSOOOOOOO," Choi Jungsoo whined as he tried and failed to get a salvaged Santa hat that he found in an abandoned department store onto Roksoo's head. "ITS CHRISTMAS EVE, YOU NEED TO BE FESTIVE! YOU HAVEN'TEVEN PUT UP THE STOCKING I GAVE YOU!!"

"... It's too much trouble-"

"FINE, I'll just do it for you!" Pulling the aforementioned stocking out of a drawer in Roksoo's desk, Choi Jungsoo hung it up with flare and motioned to it like it was his magnum opus. "Now Santa has a place to put your presents."

"I never get any."

The silence that follows finally makes Roksoo look up at his coworker and self-assigned hyung. What he finds in a slack-jawed Jungsoo in front of him and Lee Soohyuk giving him a wide-eyed look like Roksoo just told him the world is flat.

It takes a while due to Roksoo's ambiguous and nonchalant responses, but eventually Lee Soohyuk and Choi Junsoo piece together that Roksoo hasn't properly celebrated Christmas since he was a very young child.

What follows that revelation is his two self-appointed hyungs arriving on his doorstep after work, hands full of blankets, decorations, and food and hauling behind them a cart with everything from presets, ornaments, and a whole fake tree that had obviously seen a lot of use. They set everything up in record time and Roksoo was forced to stay up till midnight as his hyungs made him play games and make food with them until the clock finally struck 12. At which point, the two pulled him towards the tree and the three gifts underneath it.

"Here, this one's from me, you troublesome maknae," Lee Soohyuk went first, handing Roksoo a flat box wrapped in simple green paper. "You hate the cold so I thought these might help."

Roksoo opened the box, inside was a dark jacket with two layers. The outer layer had a lot of pockets and felt more like a raincoat, while the inner layer had a softer feel and was very warm without being too bulky.

"The two can also come apart since they have zippers to attach them-"

"Me next!" Jungsoo interrupted, practically shoving the present into Roksoo's hands as he beamed. "From your hyung."

Roksoo couldn't hold back reminding him that they were born on the same day, much to Jungsoo's dismay.

This present was smaller than Lee Soohyuk's but was slightly taller, wrapped in red paper that looked slightly scuffed and even had a rip on one of the corners.

Inside was a book, almost fully intact besides some stains and some tears at the corners, that had a black dragon on the cover.

"I found it in an old house and I figured you'd like it. But take it out, there's some stuff underneath!"

Doing so, Roksoo found a pair of gloves and an eye mask with the words 'Dont talk to me Im sleeping' sewn on the front.

"Decided to add that while you were cooking with Hyung."

That explained why he was so quiet despite his normal complaints about being banned from the kitchen after one incident.

"Last one is from both of us Roksoo, hope you like it," Lee Soohyuk said as he passed Roksoo the final gift.

"Our precious maknae better like it, I'll cry if he doesn't! You better not make your hyung cry, Roksoo."

Roksoo didn't bother correcting Jungsoo this time and instead focused on the gift in his hands. This one was also flat and smaller than the other two gifts as it easily fit in Roksoo's hands. It was wrapped in light purple paper with a small fabric bow at the center that looked hand tied.

Inside was a picture frame.

"They took that after we got back from a mission last year," Lee Soohyuk explained.

"It took us a while to get it developed properly, but I think it was worth it," Choi Jungsoo piped in. "Now you'll always have us with you!"

"...thank you."

It was a simple thanks, yet the two lit up like the Christmas tree next to them after Roksoo said that.

Only for their faces to fall as blood started dripping from Roksoo's nose.

"Roksoo!" Both yelled as they fussed around him.

"Why are you using [Record] right now, you troublesome maknae???"

Lee Soohyuk was practically shaking him while Choi Jungsoo was grabbing tissues for him.

"It was important."

He kept recording as they fussed over him. He had been since they started decorating his place.

The next day, the two found the picture on Roksoo's desk facing him as he worked. No one on the team ever saw it dusty.

(I ACCIDENTALLY MADE IT SAD, WHY DID I MAKE IT SAD- Please skip over this if you don't want sad, I made myself sad, their story is sad, why do I do this???)

Ever since Roksoo was appointed Team Leader, no one has seen what's in the picture frame on his desk. It's always faced down, never up, but it's never dusty and still looks like new. Every day on Christmas Eve, the picture vanishes, only to return the day after Christmas to it's spot.

One day, a brave member takes a look at it while Roksoo is at a meeting.

It shows Roksoo at the center, surrounded on both sides by Choi Jungsoo on the left and Lee Soohyuk on the right, both with thier arms around Roksoo and grinning widely despite the dirt and grime that covers them. Roksoo is also covered in dirt and has a trail of blood coming from his nose that has been messily wiped away, but he also has a small smile on his face that no one on the team ever thought he could make.

In the corner is a small note in marker: 'Merry Christmas to our maknae- your hyungs'

Kim Roksoo did not believe in Santa as a child.

After getting rescued from his abusive uncle,

Literally any adult: so, Roksoo? What did you ask Santa to give you this Christmas?

KRS, without missing a beat: Santa isn't real so I didn't bother asking.

The adults: *having no idea how to go from here*

It was fine until his parents were alive. Even his uncle initially bought him gifts to protect his innocence. But after he fell deep into gambling... Well, you can picture it.

[saccharind]

from Prokaryote Season by Leo Fox

[therapeutic007]

🌟 The Savior Complex: When Helping Crosses the Line 🌟

Let’s talk about something many of us can relate to: the savior complex. It’s the instinct to swoop in, fix someone’s problems, and “save” them—whether they’ve asked for it or not. While helping others is a beautiful thing, there’s a fine line between support and overstepping.

What is the Savior Complex?

The savior complex isn’t about being kind—it’s about feeling a need to fix or rescue others. It can show up in relationships, friendships, or even at work. Here are some signs:

🌱 You feel responsible for someone else’s happiness or success.

🌱 You prioritize fixing others over taking care of yourself.

🌱 You feel validated or worthy when you “save the day.”

🌱 You struggle to let people solve their own problems.

Why It Happens

The savior complex often comes from a good place, like:

💛 Wanting to ease others’ pain because you care deeply.

💛 Finding purpose in being needed or helpful.

💛 Avoiding your own struggles by focusing on someone else’s.

But here’s the thing: over time, trying to “save” people can create unhealthy dynamics. It can:

Leave others feeling dependent or powerless.

Drain your energy and lead to burnout.

Prevent real, mutual connection based on equality.

What Healthy Support Looks Like

You can still support and uplift others without falling into the savior complex. Here’s how:

Listen without fixing: Sometimes, people just need a compassionate ear—not solutions.

Ask instead of assuming: “How can I support you?” respects their autonomy.

Set boundaries: You’re not responsible for someone else’s choices or outcomes.

Focus on empowerment: Encourage others to find their own strength and solutions.

A Simple Reminder

Being a helper doesn’t mean being a savior. True connection comes from meeting people where they are—not carrying them where you think they should be. 💛

_____ Overcome Your Saviorism Now !

[1pcii]

if Zoro asked Luffy 'would you still love me if I was a worm?' Luffy would be vibrating out of his skin with excitement detailing how he would take care of Zoro and build him a special little enclosure and make him little swords out of sticks so he can still achieve his dream of being the world's greatest swordsworm and feed him worm sized portions of meat and booze everyday and carry him around everywhere so they can still do everything together.

he also delightfully rambles about how he could be a worm also and they'd go on worm adventures together and make friends with all sorts of other bugs and how much fun they'd have.

edit: there's fanart for this scenario now! show it lots of love it's absolutely adorable!!!

[sysig]

Caughtcha, gotcha, not letting go ♥ (Patreon)

[yandere-daydreams]

Potentially dumb question but I just don’t know who else to ask, what is smau? I’ve tried parsing it out letter by letter but I’ve got nothing!

social media alternate universe!!! it's basically those fics that are told via fake social media posts + texts with little to no traditionally formatted writing. a lot of people think they're cringe but i just think they're so silly and fun T-T the kids really popped off this time T-T T-T

[waitineedaname]

every now and then i remember "yes you're the roundworm in my stomach" "I don't want to be a roundworm :(" why are bingqiu so weird <3

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I'm over here also thinking about shape-shifter dabi I know you said you probably wouldn't tackle it anytime soon.

But what if shig wanted to see how dabi truly was, behind the shifting and the fake personas and used sensory deprivation or something else to overwhelm dabis senses so much he had no choice but to go back to his standard form.

That would be interesting, but if Dabi was going to show himself, I would probably have that written to be a moment of vulnerability that he chooses rather than one the Shigaraki has to trick out of him

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

I'm starting Mission to Zyxx Season 5 now, and I have feelings about that.

First, it generally scares me when people hype anything up at all because there is no guarantee that anyone values the exact same thing I do to the same degree. Even if I trust the creators of a thing to value something and try to do right by it, that doesn't always necessarily mean it will be successful, especially if that involves doing something wildly different than what made it good in the first place (I have been burned this way before). I guess I'm just hoping they continue the format of goofy improv shenanigans for the majority of it with something more planned and emotional in the finale if they want, like they've been doing all along. I'd think they would, and I've heard nothing bad about the ending, but I guess it still makes me nervous because I'm so close to the end and I want it so badly to stick the landing. I'm setting my expectations on the floor so I can be surprised instead of disappointed, but honestly, I don't need it to be better, I just need it to be on par with the rest.

Second, and more briefly, I'm happy it's (hopefully) ending before it has a chance to decline. I am so on board with that philosophy. But on the other hand, finishing a thing that I really, really like and knowing there's not another one out there gives me a special kind of heartache. Like, I know there will be other good media, and stuff that's good and unique in other ways, but I know for a fact that there are no other podcasts out there that have the same mix of a balance of off-the-wall improv and structured narrative, quality comedy, fantastical sci-fi setting and loveable characters, and high quality production. There are other things out there with many of those qualities, but nothing that checks every one of those boxes. It's a lightning-in-a-bottle thing that very much feels like the right people had to be in the right place at the right time to do it. Attempts to do it again would feel hollow because it had to be born out of necessity and passion and the talents of the people involved, so if you switch out the people it loses the reasons it's great, and if the same people tried to do it again it'd feel tired. That makes me so, so grateful it exists, but also so, so sad that it doesn't, and I'm 80% of the way done. When it's over, it's over.

Anyway. Now that that's all out there, I'm just gonna finish listening and have fun. Wish me luck.

[ghxstkn1fe]

i just woke up in the middle of the night, started immediately like catastrophising because that’s just what my brain does. and then, not 30 seconds into it, the concept of Jay Ferin was inserted into my mind. i instantly felt better. she’s like my guardian angel <3

[themyscirah]

This is technically a Diana's age poll but I framed it partially around Julia's rescue because that's the event I need to contextualize and whether or not Diana is a thing yet is p important for my purposes. I would keep the Pérez run and postcrisis continuity in mind when answering this bc that's when this is relevant but I'd keep in mind that even though Diana is very young there (like early 20s) we don't know I don't think if she ages differently as a child (esp as a themysciran AND being made from clay) and in some versions she is older than she looks and was made earlier

Edit: I accidentally logic-ed this out in the tags lol 🤦‍♀️but feel free to still vote however you want. Going to publish this anyway bc I think I made some good points later in my tags

[jazzykurl]

Trying out new stuff! arts kinda old lol

[gaypinebabe]

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[fruithoughts]

PRINCESS TREATMENT

‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤh. joshua x fem!reader  ⪩⪨

01.ㅤۗㅤ𝙼ember .  ⎯⎯⎯  joshua.

02.ㅤۗㅤ𝙲𝚆 .  ⎯⎯⎯ multiple pet names, possessive thoughts, mentions of blowjobs(m.) and sex, just a very gentle guy who loves his girl more than anything.

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua whose instagram is filled to the brim with pictures of his beautiful girl, sometimes he forgets to tag you but it’s okay because it takes no sherlock holmes to figure out your username since he only follows your account and a naruto fanpage. 

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who wants you to meet his parents in less than a month into the relationship, it’s extremely important to him to make it as clear as possible that he is serious about you, leaves no room for overthinking at all, always a step ahead of you in the “would you still love me if i was a worm?” department, the best boy indeed. 

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who would rather take a bullet than let you pay for literally anything, because how dare you even suggest paying for your own things? as if you don’t know the only reason he works so hard it’s exactly so he can pamper you endlessly? the absolute nerve of you, better get on your knees and start apologizing.

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who is the sassiest and most dramatic guy you’ve ever been with, but can not for the life of him handle the thought of you doing any work at all, in every aspect, which, ironically, sometimes makes you work even harder to get what you want.

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who makes it the world’s most difficult challenge to accept receiving head from you for the first time, he enjoys being the one doing all of the work to make you feel good, he just couldn’t see how blowing him off would please you at all so he kept denying(while completely ignoring the tent forming rapidly in his grey sweatpants) until you begged too sweetly, so softly, looking at him with so much adoration and love, like you wanted nothing more than to please him, he could have finished right there but instead he shook his head and sat down in the bed, ready to give his princess anything she could ever want, just like he promised he would! even if what she wanted was to kneel in front of him and try to fit his thick cock into her little mouth for a while.

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who uses every opportunity that stumbles across his way to show off his huge arms, it’s a win-win scenario, he gets to feel all hot and manly and you get to hold onto your boyfriend’s strong biceps everywhere you go and get carried on bride style after a night out that, honestly, didn’t even leave you that drunk, but since he offered to carry you, who would ever say no?

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who adores your nails and is always super excited to see the results of your nail appointments, asks for pictures during the whole process, sends you food when it’s taking too long, and finally when the nails are done, he’s there to pick you up in his shiny car, more than ready to do the last step of your nail day, which is putting them to the test, the scratch test. 

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who just can’t help but adore when you leave him all marked up, he loves it, and how can you blame him? was he supposed to be normal about having proof straight on his body of just how good he made you feel last night? how could you even consider he'd do such a thing? this man is not normal about you in general. 

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who knows your entire wardrobe like the back of his hand, half of it because he bought it, the other half because of how often he’s watching you, definitely a “i look at you more often than you think” kinda guy. he’s very proud of just how well he knows his baby.

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who remembers all of your food preferences and orders, knows all of your allergies, all of your icks and all of your friend’s gossips because he’s just so well behaved! he won't tell anyone, he never would! he's your joshy! you can trust him to keep all of your secrets, forever.

⪩⪨ boyfriend!joshua who’s very open about the fact that he wants to marry you, live the rest of your lives together, maybe with a kid if you’re into that, maybe just dogs if that’s better for you, he got his own wishes when it comes to creating a family, but at the end of the day; this man has one priority, and she has a name. whatever is best for you, it’s the best for him.

⪩⪨ husband!joshua who no matter how long it has passed since you got married, has not lost even a little bit of his obsession with you. his precious flower, his cute little thing, his darling, his sweet girl, that’s all you’ll ever be to him, all his to love and protect, forever.

[okwonyo]

FLEURS DE CERISIERS ── cute scenarios。

( 桜 ╱ CHERRY BLOSSOMS ) 𓈒𓈒 are a sign of new beginnings ; many poets would refer to sakura in the springtime to symbolize the start of a romantic relationship. ❜

INTRODUC𝓲NG 𖥔 엔하이픈 ୨୧ f .. r 11OO fluff early relationship 、 kissing skinship slight jealousy

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HEESEUNG｡｡ with his huge doe eyes staring at you while you get ready for bed, he would already be tucked under the blankets before you. it would be obvious that he wants something.

you would make him wait, taking your time to get under the covers as well, thinking that he would speak up soon. with a sigh, you would ask, “what do you want?”

he would give you a shy smile, biting his lower lips as he watches your eyebrows shoot up, “can i be the little spoon tonight?” his eyes would look anywhere but you.

a blush would appear on his nose when you coo, “of course, turn around, big baby,” and he would do as you say. he would comfortably lean in your embrace as you hug him from behind.

JAY｡｡“pookie bear,” would come out of your mouth as you poke your boyfriend’s cheek. he would try to give you a glare, but it would end up being more if a fond stare.

he would set the knife he would be using to make dinner on the counter, “veto,” and you would gasp— the ninth petname he would refuse. he would laugh when you gently beat his chest with your fist, “this is really no use.”

“what?” you would exclaim, utterly offended. “this is really serious” you would huff and he would just give you an unimpressed look. but then, he would blush when you whine, “baby!”

he would come hide his face in the crook of your neck while you tease him, “don’t call me that,” he would say as he wraps his arms around you tightly.

JAKE｡｡ would have a weird— and very funny— habit you would like to test. everytime you kiss, you would wonder if he is ready to do that in public.

you would come closer to him, tapping his shoulder while calling his name during one of his very focused inspections of ingredients in cereals.

“what is it, my love?” he would respond, attention still fully on the box he would be holding in his hands. you would hold his cheek that is not facing you to turn his head to yours— and then mwah! a kiss on his mouth.

and of course, he would do exactly what he always does. falling on the floor as if he got shot in the chest, the box of cereal doing a loud thud on the floor but nothing louder then the impact of his body of the floor. laughing you would tell, ���okay, you gotta stop doing that everytime kiss you.”

(he won’t.)

SUNGHOON｡｡ there is nothing you would like more than sitting on the couch with your boyfriend by your side. leaning your back on the armchair, your legs resting on his thighs, his hand on your skin.

you love it all, even his silly questions. “darling,” he would call you. you would only hum as you watch the television, “would you still date me if i turned into a worm?”

and of course, you would think about it in all seriousness. even taping your chin as you does so— he wouldn’t like that. you would tell by how he pinches you and gasp, “why are you taking so long to respond?”

you would take your feet to slap his cheek slightly, he would groan. “of course i would,” the smile on his face would be beautiful. “you are basically one already,” you would add and he wouldn’t talk to you for the next ten minutes.

SUNOO｡｡ would lean in, you huge eye looking up at him. waiting, wanting, so beautiful and so well harmonized with your face. he would lean in, so close, and then—

“you are doing it again,” you would giggle, putting your hand over the one he would be using to hide your eyes. and he would groan, you would continue, “why do you do that?”

he would stay silent for a while, as if he was holding a big secret before sighing heavily, “whenever we kiss, i blush too much, i can feel it,” your laugh would make him whine, “this isn’t funny!”

“that’s it?” you would chuckle. “sunoo… you blush all the time,” his eyes would grow wide and he would reach for the pocket sized mirror on your nightstand, “you—you are blushing right now.” and his reflection would confirm your words. he would groan again, hiding his face, getting even redder.

JUNGWON｡｡ it would be your seventh date with him this month and not the last one, for sure. as if he would let it be the last one, anyway.

he would take you for a walk, with your arms locked as you wander around the city. when his fingers would intertwine with yours, you wouldn’t mind, pointing out the restaurant a few steps ahead.

would fidget with your jewelry as you talk his ears off, with a more than satisfied smile on his face. would even take a bite of your food and propose his own to you.

would walk you to your appointment after refusing to let you pay. his body would be so close to yours that your side might melt into his. he would lean on the wall next to your apartment’s door, “i don’t want to leave yet,” he would whisper.

opening your door, you would give him a knowing and teasing look, “you don’t have to,” you would affirm before opening the door and entering your place. he would follow without much hesitation.

RIKI｡｡ jealousy is a disease, and he would pray for him to get cured soon— especially since it would be so silly and embarrassing.

he would blush when you crack your eyes open, catching him staring. “are you watching me sleep?” you would ask, voice muffled by the pillow you hold so tight under your cheek.

he would wish he could explode the said pillow with his mind. “uh, n-no!” he would exclaim. this should be his chest where you hide your smile like that. “can we, uh, like cuddle or something?” his voice would get progressively quieter as he goes on.

if you wouldn’t be so sleepy, you would probably choose the ‘or something’ option before giving him what he wants. but for now, you would put his worst enemy (the inanimate object) to the side and come replace it with your boyfriend’s chest. he would sigh in relief as he wraps his arms around you.

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(..◜ᴗ◝..) this is just a bunch of cute scenarios i thought about, hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading ! ♡

[theother-victoria]

Mr reca word vomit bc the brain worms won’t leave my brain!!! I promise I’m Very Sane abt this man

TAGS: not proofread, written before his release so potentially ooc and I’m too lazy to rewrite it post-release, secret relationship trope, reader wears lipstick, making out eheheheheh, reader is smaller/shorter than him, this is my propaganda and sign for u to become a reca kisser too

TAGLIST: @akutasoda, @https-sourlimes, @tragedy-of-commons, @mitsvriii (putting you on the reca kisser agenda >:3), @harque, @hazyue, @gabile18, @khoncore, @moineauz

Ok so imagine being in a secret relationship with the man himself…

Like the two of you HATE each other’s guts in public. As a rival film producer, the public loves to pit your films against each other, and the two of you as well apparently. There have been so many instances of you making small digs and sly remarks toward each other during interviews that it’s become somewhat expected by now. You have a gripe with the pacing of his films and his fame. He has a bone to pick with your cinematography.

“That manic director’s most recent film? I would give my thoughts, but unfortunately I fell asleep not even halfway through.”

“That uninspired, dreadfully dull and artistically lacking director? All their films look the same. I couldn’t differentiate them even if I wanted to.”

No matter how critically acclaimed your work is, he always has something to say about it.

Even if it was in the back of an alley with his hands gripping your hips tightly and teeth nipping at your neck.

"It took until a quarter of the way through the movie before- hah- your cinematography finally showed some signs of thought put into the shots. I know you can do better than this. So why- mmph- did it take you so long?"

You angrily nip on his bottom lip. A flash of satisfaction runs through you when you hear him hiss and taste blood on the tip of your tongue.

“Like you’re one to talk with the horrendous pacing of your newest film! Tell me, what was the plot of it again? Because I- mmm!?- already forgot the direction it was supposed to be taking twenty minutes in!”

"Well, you just simply lack reading comprehension. Not my fault, of course.”

“Oh, you little piece of-!”

He shuts you up with a rough and messy kiss. Your legs immediately go jelly and were it not for his leg slotted between yours and pushing you up against the wall, you think you would’ve collapsed right there and then.

When he pulls away, your lips are glossy and swollen. There’s a dazed look in your eyes that makes him smirk in satisfaction and without any hesitation, he pulls out his camera to take a few shots.

“Yes, yes, wonderful! That expression really suits you!”

Anger looks good on you, but he much rather prefers this expression.

He leans in for another kiss and because you can’t say no to him, you indulge him- until you hear footsteps nearby. You hurriedly clamp your hand over his mouth and wait until they’re gone before glaring at him.

“Stop running your mouth so much in public! You’ll give us away at this point!”

“Then stop being so loud,” he hisses back, though he’s in no better state than you, his-already-disheveled hair an absolute mess now from you gripping it. His flushed face is littered with lipstick marks and you can’t resist the temptation to add a few more.

“Cheeky, aren’t you?” he huffs out as you place a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. A soft kiss to his eyelid makes his eyes flutter shut and an affectionate sigh escape him. He smells of the chemicals used to develop film and strong coffee…

Then there’s a gasp and the undeniable sound of a camera shutter going off. Caught red handed.

You pull apart from him with a surprised gasp and expression. Strangely, he doesn’t look fazed at all. Still as smug as ever.

You whirl around to see an equally-shocked photographer standing there. Paparazzi, from the looks of it. He was probably going around and looking for some potential shots before accidentally stumbling upon something that would make front-page headlines. When you look back at him, then at the photographer, there’s even more people now snapping away at the two of you in a compromising position.

With the damage already done, you try to leave before he stops you. His jacket resting on your shoulders dwarfs your smaller frame and he yanks on the film strip belt to reel you back in. The crowd of photographers has doubled now, murmuring excitedly to themselves.

“Wh- let go! The paparazzi are having a field day-!”

He silences you with a swift kiss and a pinch to the inner thigh. The cameras flash even more rapidly now.

“Let them see for all I care.”

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