#my photos are bein weird

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

My phone may be. breaking.

[ridreamir]

If you're still taking requests, could I ask for some general HCs for Kieran and maybe Drayton that take place at bb academy? If not feel free to ignore this :)

A/N: Hey! Yeah of course! I'm struggling to write the Kieran fic because I think I'm way in over my head (I'm freezin' up lol the pressure to figure it out is getting to me) so I guess I can take a break and write some headcanons instead!

I'll write for 'em both, but it's post-DLC, I hope you don't mind! Potential spoilers ahead!

These ones are a little silly in retrospect! I did em fast too, so I hope they're not too bad :p

Kieran's secretly your top fan. Not that you notice because there's no way he'd let you catch him, but he's literally dropped what he was doing to run to the entrance of the academy because your name was announced over the intercom. If you're having a match he'll actually full speed sprint to through the school just to be there, but any time you look over he instinctively hides, flush with embarrassment. You don't come and visit him in his dorm room often since you're on such different schedules, but he's had to flip over his pinboard and hide his piles of notes because they're all about you and trying to understand your strategies and, well, other things... His sister won't stop bugging him about it 'bein' weird', but she knows he's flat obsessed with trying to figure you out! The league club has a social media that posts all of your recent matches, and he's had to beg Carmine to show him how to use the phone app because he's new to having a smart phone and Arceus does he have to watch every single one. He didn't even want a phone until now, but he can't believe he's been missing out all this time. No wonder everyone has one of these things! She was reluctant, but it's Kiki after all... It should be fine, right? Well... that was before all the pinboards and sticky note nonsense that looks straight out of a detective movie or something. He's the type to not like posts because he's scared of what you might think, but accidentally hit the heart button on a match from like a month ago. He definitely drops his phone on his face and panics, trying to undo it as fast as he can. Little does he realize that it's actually Lacey who's in charge of the social media account and not you, and also that she can see who's the most active on the page.

She thinks it's cute, and since she loves cute things, she's letting it be for now. She's always giggling and hiding her smile when he pops into the clubroom to check and see if you're there. Most of the time though he ends up running off before he can say hi because he doesn't want to talk to Drayton.

Since he's gotten the phone he hasn't stopped checking it and he smiles like an idiot any time he thinks he's alone. (News flash, he's really bad at hiding what he's doing. Like he could be in the middle of the cafeteria where everyone sees him watching your battles back to back like they're a tv series.) The only reason nobody really thinks much of it is because you're practically a celebrity and not even just in the Academy but, like, big time. And Kieran is probably one of the only people to not know because he's been so chronically offline. You act so low-key, talking to someone like him like he's just, just another person that it's shocking news to find out that the whole world has probably heard your name by now! As in, his (best?) friend!! (Friend??) It gets kind of annoying now how people follow you around asking to take photos with you like you're some kind of, of tourist attraction and not a person! But there's only one thing that's worse, and it's-

"Hey bud, ready to battle?" Drayton! Kieran's... Kieran's... worst nightmare!! Drayton's gotten really buddy-buddy with you over the time that Kieran and Carmine were on break, and he's not happy about it. Unfortunately for him, Drayton's all too aware of Kieran's contempt and loves to push his buttons. As if calling him "Ex-Champ" all the time wasn't enough, you've been helping him with his homework and sparring together every day! What he wouldn't do for you to spend that much time with him...

And it grinds his gears how often Drayton nudges you or ruffles your hair like you're some sort of pet, though you never see the way their pupils shrink at the sight of each other. Kieran here, hiding behind whatever he can to stay out of sight and Drayton who knows that he's there and makes direct eye contact with him. It's infuriating the way his smile quirks just a little when he catches Kieran spying.

As if he's saying look all you want, look at what you can't have.

And Kieran takes that as a challenge.

[danepopfrippery]

When i decided to barbie instead of do the sean shirt i figured someone else would. Then i googled it and man…babies…that photo is shit.

I had to run it through 3 programs before i got what i got. I also lined the text up with the screen shot (but couldnt outline the white text without looking weird ugh) Its prbly not as good as like the official but i know fx and theyll prbly wait til next year to do these shirts so i gotta be there for my lgbtqlmnops

[retphienix]

I'm bein' completely real here

wtf is this game

Like I ain't knockin' it, but I'm just, confused.

Like there's a ton of really weird and out of place cosmetic and photo mode accessories and emotes and like I'm just confused man.

I play games that mix silly and serious all the time, yakuza is one of my favorite series, but like, it usually feels coherent and earned I guess.

I'm going around killing dark emotional energy ghosts and saving spirits ripped from their bodies while a ghost-terrorist threatens to use my sister (or girlfriend I literally forget my bad) to ghost nuke the world and every word of dialogue is serious and every moment has been horror themed and all that jazz

but then every few seconds I do something and on the corner of the screen it rewards me an outfit or an emote and I'm like "What's that?" and it turns out you can just.

play dress up

and do silly emotes in photo mode

why's this here? Why can I be a sushi?

Maybe the game gets sillier and more coherent with how it mixes the themes in time, or maybe the devs were like "Fuck ittttttttttttttt, put it in."

That's fine I guess. Feel like I'm just coming off as a hater but I'm more just entirely confused as to why it's in the game. Like I don't understand why I can change my outfit to begin with, let alone it having a ton of silly options and silly emotes in a game that up to this point has just been "BOO! Scary enemy design. BAM! Neat combat thing. WHOA! Dramatic stakes and mysterious characters." and then the devs are like "Hehe, dress up as a mascot character and play a mop that makes comic book style effects play behind you :)"

like whuh?

Eh, I guess I like it. I've decided I like it that way. Good. :)

[und8e2ff]

Creepy Darling Time~

What if Wally has a room dedicated to apples?

He has a giant apple plushie that he reclines on like a bean bag chair. He has the freshest, crispest red delicious sitting on a marble pedestal in the center of the room.

And every inch of the wall, including the ceiling is covered with photos of all the apples that sat on the pedestal before it. There are even photos that have no place to go so they're scattered all over the floor...

It's his favorite room in the house. Only he's allowed in it, though.

Home's like, "this mf in my walls bein weird about apples again... there are worse vices. i'll let him cook..."

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Wally would be Andy the Apple's worst nightmare. Wally would just stalk him and stare at him.

breh, Wally would be Andy's sleep paralysis demon, actually...

Welcome to the Apple Farm?

Andy the Neighbor?

I just need a crossover where Andy is going on about his business in the orchard and Wally is always lurking in the background...

. . . M E N A C I N G L Y . . .

[ducknotinarow]

2k3/7 Raph Yvonne - #

|send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including

*if any information has change over time i'll make mention of it

"Askin' 'bout Von? ehhh 'ight I guess 'hat's fine not sure what ya gonna get outta it though."

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

'Babe'

"Same as the nickname I jus' put her in as babe in my phone, course some people took 'hat to 'hink. I was either Datin' Von. Which ew. Look nothin' wrong with Von she's pretty I guess but ehh ain't really see her 'ike 'hat shes my sister. Even when we had 'hat fight still thought of her as my sister. I know I sort stopped talkin' to her afta Leo left but wasn' nothin' against her. I was jus' bein' a major ass to everyone back 'hen. Neva did change her name in my phone though. Even if people think it's Case at times. Pft nah I don' 'ike usin' Babe for 'em." He chuckles a little recalling when Casey got jelous over the nickname.

"Yeah sure might be weird we call the other babe, only cause its a joke between us. 'Hink she was jus' tryin' mimic back that I called her toots or somethin'. She's kinda dumb 'ike 'hat as if she ever look even remotely threatenin' "

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

[image description] it's a picture of him and Von actually. He's on the floor clearly to drunk to walk and Von's off to the side sitting on the floor seems like she was in the middle of laughing. It's not a very flattering photo of either of them but it is a favorite of Rapheal's. Hasn't changed it not even after he lost his eye to bishop.

"Von's basically my drinkin' buddy. Sure I drink with Case but that tends to turn to other things. With Von? Jus' us havin' a need to vent 'bout shit. Normally I gotta start cause Von too much like Don and she don't say much less given a push. Course Don and Case both hate it afta. I guess we do sorta go to hard at times, and they may have had ta chase us 'round the docks more 'han once." Raphael admits but simply shrugs his shoulders after.

 - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone    

*Im ignoring the fact this song didn't come out till 2010 i just think it's funny

Last Friday Night (T.G.FI) Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed Oh, well It's a blacked out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled Damn

"Cause Von is a riot when shes drunk, really come's outta her own shell ya know? Sure most time 'm drunk too but been a few times I walk over an' she got a head start? She kind of funny to see 'ike that. Even if she get mad cause she thought I was Don at first." He chuckles cause it's happened a few time and she always get upset. "Nah 'ike I said she like Don. Not very open 'bout shit. Less ya asking her a question 'han she can go on forever with explanations. But once she drinks a bit guess she aint as closed off so she opens up a bit more not so much in stuff buggin' her. But ya 'hat shit too. But she ain't as impersonal I guess the word I want?"

 - my muse’s last text to your muse 03: [text] Hey Von guess who scored some good shit?! :D

[text] Leo's bein annoying so imma go to your place cause he'll think i'm with Case instead. Be less likely he'll find me I don't wanna see fearless >:I he's beeing a dick again. 03: [text] Hey...I need a place to hide. And well we need to talk it fine if I drop by? 07:

[text] Hey uh Von? Been some time I know just

[text] I've done some real stupid shit lately need some one smart to talk to

[crepusculum-rattus]

thinking about how my best friend was watching a philza vod, and paused it when he held up the current gapple gang list just to look for my name

[devildomditzy]

With an MC who thinks they’re not good enough for them

Made this as a personal vent/comfort piece for my self

If you start thinking bad thought about yourself, you just gotta think “the brothers would be so hurt if they caught me thinking this way”

Tags/Warnings: Self-Deprecating Thoughts

Lucifer

Takes it very personal

As pride incarnate, he values himself on making his guests feel comfortable

Even if it’s not him causing the thought, he’ll still see it upon himself to try and fix it

You don’t even have to say it, he just knows (okay, maybe you vented to Beel and Beel told Lucifer cause he was worried about you but that’s beside the point)

“MC, I was unaware I was doing you the disservice of not imploring your importance to us. Let me make that up to you.”

You don’t know how he knows, but you don’t question it.

He prepares tea for the both of you, ready to have a full conversation about self reflection.

Every negative comment you make about yourself he’s quick to counter

“You’ve truly become the gem of the Devildom, MC. I cannot be dissuaded from believing the same goes for the human realm. You’re very dear to me.”

Mammon

Oh hell no

He will not stand for it

He had asked you to attend one of his shoots earlier this week but you had never responded to his invitation, changing the subject every time he brought it up

At first he thinks you just don’t want to go, which hurts him. You catch onto this, and not wanting him to think that the real reason comes out

“It’s just… you’re a model. Not to mention you were a literal angel sculpted by the Gods, and you make an even hotter demon. You’re on the cover of every magazine in the Devildom. Wherever we go you get recognized and fawned over. Hell, you’ve even got a fan club here at school. You’re also one of the most powerful demons and leaders of this realm. Why the hell would you wanna be seen with some pathetic, average looking human like me.”

His heart breaks

He blames himself for not catching on quicker

“Oi! I’m not gonna let anyone talk about my human like that, even if you are that human!”

In the middle of his rant about how everything about you is perfect to him, from your gorgeous appearance to your terrible humor, to your radiant personality, he gets an idea.

Its like you can see a lightbulb flash over his head, he gets giddy like a child, taking out his phone and quickly dialing a number

As it rings it rings, he proudly says, “If ya got a problem with me bein’ a model, I guess we’ll have to make you one too!”

His agency is actually thrilled to have a chance to shoot Diavolo’s esteemed human exchange student. It’s like a once in a millennia chance.

And he’s holding your hand proudly through it. Now he can show you off to the whole Devildom.

You were nervous about it all week until you saw the photos printed on every magazine in town

You stood next to Mammon, both in your Rad uniforms posing in front of the school. You breath hitches in your throat when you see just how adoringly he is staring at you in each and every photo

He may be a professional, but no amount of training could have stopped his love for you from shining through his expressions

He rips these pictures out of his copy, hanging them both all over his and your rooms

“Now the whole Devildom knows we’re a match made in heaven! Well….shit…uh…ya know what I meant.”

Levi

All that stuff about you being a normie, you know he was just kidding right!?

You open up to him against your will, as you both engaged in another weird card game he bought off of Akuzon, and were bound by the rules to confess a burden or be stuck in the games limbo forever

How could anyone (let alone you) think that about his Henry? His player two?

“H-hey! You’re not giving yourself enough credit! You’re super cool, MC! Like, boss level status!!!”

By the shine and sincerity in his eyes, you know this boy is telling the truth

When you flash him a smile and let out a gorgeous laugh, let’s just say the boy melts

Scoop him off the floor and into your arms, he’ll appreciate it.

Asmo

You have to realize there is only one thing in this world that Asmo thinks can even come close to comparing to him and it’s you

If he is Adonis, then you are Aphrodite (and vice versa)

When he sees you staring in the mirror for a beat too long and learns it’s NOT because you’re admiring your own beauty

oh honey

you’ve got a big storm comin’

We’re talking a self care whirlwind here

He’s got face creams, he’s got body scrubs, he’s got lotions, he’s got makeup, he’s bringing out the big guns

And he’s doing all the work too. Asmo is making sure you feel pampered and radiant by the end of the night

If self care doesn’t work, then he’s got other ways of convincing you *ahem hem*

Satan

You’re preaching to the choir hun

He can’t help himself, he compares his every move with Lucifer’s, worrying he’s not as good as him; worrying he’ll never best him

He knows how much that feeling sucks though, and he never ever wants you to even have an inkling of those thoughts

It happens during a study session in the library, he notices just how out of it you are today

“And what exactly is the correct terminology for hypnotizing someone with cursed speech, MC?…….MC?”

When you finally snap out of your haze and meet his eyes, he knows something in wrong

He’ll softly but steadfast question you, even if you don’t tell him the complete truth, he knows exactly what’s wrong, he can see it in your eyes. The same look he sees when he looks in the mirror.

“I’m just not as smart as you, Satan. I’m just a human. Let’s face it, I’m never gonna pass these exams. Diavolo’s gonna send me home because I’m just not good enough. I’m not as great as you all make me out to be.”

At those words, panic sets into his eyes temporarily before they soften

“MC, you’re the most remarkable being I’ve ever met. Quite frankly, I never thought a human could survive down here- well, there’s Solomon, but I wouldn’t quantify him as human. You’re certainly more clever than you think. Honestly, you’re not as great as we all think. You’re even better than that.

After his little pep talk, he’ll take you back to his room for a little study break. He’ll make you tea, read to you, nap with you, whatever makes you feel better.

You enchant him <3

Beel

This has Beel utterly baffled because the poor boy cannot wrap his head around why you or anyone else would ever have a negative thought about you

He may not speak it all the time because he just assumes you know but you are his everything

If even an inkling of a negative thought comes out of your mouth, Beel will stare at you straight faced for a beat before completely enveloping you into his strong arms

He’s not the best with words (usually, he leaves the poetics for his twin) but he will really make an attempt to chase these doubtful emotions from your mind

“MC, I don’t know what made you feel this way but I promise it’s far from the truth. Now, how can I help you feel better?”

Belphie

omg bestie him too, small world!!!

I mean, how could he be enough for you? He tried to kill you!!!

Mutual and constant assurance common between the two of you

And ever since the events of that day, a giant question has been gnawing at the back of your mind. You can’t help but let it slip one day

“Belphie, are you sure you love ME? That i’m not just a replacement in your mind for Lilith? You hated me until you found out I was her descendant…I-I mean, how could you change your mind that fast?”

He’s stunned to say the least, but shakes his head and softly smiles at you before stating

“Yes, I did hold a grudge against humans, but not particularly you. I would have attacked any human who found their way in front of me back then. Lilith is my sister, of course I love and miss her. But you MC? You are the light of my life. I could only see red until I saw through your human nature and finally saw the beautiful soul that is you. I realized I was wrong that day, wrong for a very long time. Now, I don’t want to waste anymore time, I want to spend it all with you.”

[peterpparkerwrites]

begin again - part three

a/n: currently on hiatus - look at my pinned post for more info! I have this series and the following ones scheduled to post twice a day - once at 11:00 AM PST and once at 5:00 PM PST. since I will be gone and can’t update links, if you want to find previous parts, just scroll down my page :) warnings: language, death mentions, ptsd/anxiety pairing: college peter parker x reader word count: 4.3k

masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part four

taglist: @lilbeatlebear @somefuckshit1 @hufflepuffseeker

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"I got in, I got in!" You did a little dance around Peter and waved a paper around, making him laugh at how weird you were being without anyone even caring. "The newspaper just gave me this acceptance letter, I'm the only freshman that got accepted, can you believe it!"

"'Course I can, you're an amazing photographer, congrats," he grinned while you finally stopped running circles around him.

It had only been a few days since he peeked through your photos and this was the first time he had seen you since he returned your notebook - and he was still surprised at your positive attitude that never seemed to go away.

"Dude this is gonna be great," you squealed, "Okay, I'll shut up now, sorry. I know we're here to study but we should also get started on that project for photo, too."

"Good idea," he agreed, watching how you blew some hair out of your face and struggled to stuff the paper in your bag.

Even out of breath and flustered, he was beginning to really notice how pretty you were (not that he wasn't aware before), and how he always was in a better mood when you were around, how he started to go out of his way to spend time with you even if it wasn't for studying or a project.

It was starting to get a little worrisome getting this close to you, but right now, he was ignoring it.

"We should try that new coffee place on fifth," you grinned, falling into step next to him after fighting with your bag for a moment. "I've heard from a review it has really good black coffee, so I'm sure you'll love that."

"Where would you have even heard that from?" He chuckled, "Who reviews black coffee?"

"I have my ways," you said mysteriously, trying not to giggle at his expression. "But I did hear that it's cheap. And I love cheap things."

"Fine, we'll go to your new-cheap-good-black-coffee coffee shop," he agreed, shaking his head at your pleased expression.

Peter listened to you ramble about your grade in bio for most of the walk from campus to the cafe, finding your presence calming despite your outgoing personality. He tried not to stare too much when you got that excited expression on your face when you were talking about something you loved - the way your eyes lit up and you waved your hands around, lips spread into a wide smile - you looked breathtaking to him.

"Oh, shit," you suddenly muttered and tugged him arm to make him stop, and he realized you had frozen by a broadcast on one of the televisions in an electronics shop you were both walking by. He was so distracted looking at you that he hadn't noticed you even stopped talking.

He would really have to stop doing that.

But that was the least of his worries when he focused on the news, the scene playing out on the screen making him feel a little sick. New York wasn't a stranger to gun violence, and neither was he - but seeing it on the tv tended to trigger those memories for him, and it didn't help that the woman broadcasting the news of a shootout had a photo of Spider-Man in the lefthand corner.

"Three people were announced dead at the scene," the broadcaster spoke clearly, the words making you frown while Peter tensed next to you. "Police were too late to the shootout and the victims couldn't be saved in time. Times like this are when New Yorkers have to ask - where's our hero in situations like these?"

"Spider-Man's bein' selfish, not helping out now when we need him most," an old lady tutted next to you both. Peter felt the usual guilt that came whenever someone brought up Spider-Man's disappearance, but he was a little surprised to see you get angry.

"Hey, that's not true," you snapped, "It's not his job to protect people, he did it because he wanted to, and he's saved countless lives. Do you really think that's 'selfish'?"

She made an annoyed sound and walked away while you shook your head, turning to Peter, "That shit really pisses me off."

"She's sorta got a point," he muttered, hoping maybe you wouldn't hear, but you shot him a look.

"Hey, don't make me yell at you, too," you raised an eyebrow, giving him an almost challenging look. "He doesn't owe us anything, if he wanted to stop, he should be able to without-without baby boomers trying to blame a rise in crime on him."

"You don't think it's his fault crime is going up?" He asked, hoping his tone didn't sound guilty. All he heard was that it was his fault crime seemed to be worsening, and it wasn't hard for him to believe it.

"Of course not. There isn't a Spider-Man in LA or Chicago and crime goes up in those places, too. With or without Spider-Man there would be problems. New York had crime before him and it's not his fault if it goes on after him, too. He's a good guy and that old lady is full of it," you huffed, not noticing Peter's reddening cheeks.

"Okay, Miss Spider-Man Fan Club President, I won't get on your bad side ever," Peter managed to joke as you rolled your eyes. "How about coffee on me today?"

"Hey, if you're offering, then hell yeah."

It was only a few minutes later that you both reached the shop, quickly ordering coffees and sitting down. Peter insisted on paying despite you saying he really didn't have to, which made you smirk a little but allow him to.

"One disgusting black coffee for you, one good normal coffee for me," you said cheekily, setting the drinks on the table after picking them up from the front. "You know, a little cream wouldn't hurt."

"I'm good, thanks," he chuckled, picking up the cup and taking a sip, "Okay, what were you thinking for the project?"

You folded your hands on the table, frowning. "Well it's pretty broad, we could do anything with it."

Your photography professor wasn't kidding when he said that you would be paired for a ton of projects for the semester. You and Peter had already done a couple, but now it was a bigger one - he wanted everyone to submit an entry for a local photography contest, and he made it part of the grade as well. The winner would get something silly like a gift card and recognition, but he wanted the class to have experience in entering in competitions and getting feedback from judges.

Peter nodded at your response, grabbing a notebook from his bag and opening it. "What's the theme again? Nostalgia?"

"Bingo," you replied, getting your own books and a pencil out. "Like I said it's broad, we could do almost anything with it."

"You already have an idea, don't you?" He asked a little cheekily, knowing by now the expression you made when you were getting a good idea.

"Well I was thinking maybe..." you trailed off, tapping your pencil to your head. "Sentimental items? Like, we could get together portraits of people holding items that mean something to them, and get little quotes from them about when they had those items and why they're nostalgic about them."

Peter's eyes brightened at the idea, "That sounds really good, actually. How many people should we ask?"

"Why don't we put an ad up?" You suggested, smiling as the idea seemed to fold itself out in front of you, "We can get a bunch of people to come to a location on campus and we can photograph them for the project, it can be an all day thing - I'll ask the school paper to put one in too. We could probably get a ton of photos to work with."

"You know what else we could do," he leaned forward a little, an excited glint in his eye that you hadn't seen before. "We could get those photos and collage them together into letters to spell out 'nostalgia', it'll fit with the theme and that way we can showcase everyone's items that participate. All we'd have to do is mess with the shadows to create light in certain areas, and when we put them together it'll spell the word."

"Peter that's an amazing idea!" You complimented, the genuine tone making Peter's cheeks turn a little pink, "Dude, we're totally gonna win this thing, we just need to get enough people."

"That won't be a problem, you could set your mind to anything and get it accomplished," he chuckled, not noticing you hiding a smile at the compliment.

"Let's get started, then."

-

It was easier than you imagined - the project wasn't due for weeks, but you both wanted to have enough time to get the actual photos taken, so you posted ads around campus, in the newspaper, and a few other places (Peter had May put some up at her work as well). It was simple - if anyone wanted to participate in a project all they had to do was bring one item that held important significance to them, be okay with being photographed, and show up at a photoshoot room you and Peter had found on campus.

Surprisingly a ton of people responded and said they could come, and it was going nicely.

The first lady that came in was old, looking like she could barely hold herself up with her cane, but she was obviously excited to be there.

When you asked what her nostalgic item was, she held up a little ring - it was simple and cute, and it made you "aww" out loud. "My husband gave it to me when we first became official - it was a promise ring originally and then we kept it as my engagement ring since we were tight on money in those days."

"It's beautiful," Peter commented and the lady smiled at him. "How about you hold it like this..."

You watched while Peter helped the lady pose with it, showing her a few different ways to hold it and smile for the camera. A small smile found its way on your lips as he positioned her arms, cracking a few jokes to make her laugh.

Before he moved away you snapped a few photos of them laughing together, the expression on his face adorable as he talked to her. He moved next to you as the lady posed and you took some regular photos while Peter asked her to do a few different angles.

"This is so cute," you mumbled behind the camera, causing Peter to glance your way, "I love promise rings, they're like, peak romance."

"You ever gotten one?" He asked while you just smiled and shook your head.

"One person got me one but I threw it out a car window after we broke up," you shrugged, "I was a little dramatic about it, but it cost them like five dollars, so."

He snickered, "Well that's one way to go about it, I guess."

"Have you ever given one? Or gotten one?" You asked while looking through the lens and adjusting the focus, and he could tell how much you were trying to act nonchalant about the question.

"Nope," he said, ignoring how the corner of your mouth turned up a little at that. "Thought about it once, but...never got the chance."

"That's too bad," you murmured, snapping a few more shots. "Maybe one day."

"Maybe."

You clicked the camera a few times, not noticing the look Peter was giving you while you did. He couldn't help but think about how cute you looked while you were taking pictures - your tongue poked out between your teeth and you squinted in concentration every time, to him it was adorable.

"I think that's good for now," you grinned as you handed the camera to Peter, "I'll take her to her car and you can maybe delete any bad ones that I took?"

"Sure, yeah," he mumbled, taking the camera. "Next person should be here in a few."

"Cool."

You held the door open while she used the cane to get outside, thanking you for being so sweet. It was hard to imagine her being able to drive, but she seemed to climb into the car easily enough, so you decided not to question it as she rolled down the window to say goodbye.

"You take care, now," she smiled, reaching through the window and grasping your hand in hers, "I love what you two are doing with this project."

"Thank you so much," you smiled back, "It means a lot that you're helping us out."

"Of course, you two are the cutest couple," her words made your eyes widen a little, "Reminds me of my husband and I."

"Oh, Peter and I aren't - we aren't together," you sputtered, but she just gave you a wink.

"Maybe not yet, honey, but I'm calling it now."

Another person to come in had a large record player in his arms. He was probably as old as the last lady, but his personality made him seem as young as you and Peter.

"I have so much Frank Sinatra in here," he gushed, the excitement in his eyes making you feel a little giddy. "Want to hear one?"

"Of course," you smiled, nodding at Peter to snap a few photos while the man set it up. He placed the vinyl in carefully, putting the tip down onto the record. It wasn't too scratchy as the music came out, and he gave you both a huge smile as the lyrics filled the room.

You laughed as he offered you a hand, spinning you around. Peter couldn't help but smile as he watched how your eyes crinkled at the edges as you laughed with the man, dancing around the room with him - and he definitely took some photos of it.

The man gestured at Peter to join, who tried to shake his head and wave his hands in a polite way of saying no, but you were having none of that. With a few steps you grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him to the middle of the room, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

"Fine, fine," he muttered, but he couldn't help the growing smile on his face while you put a hand on his shoulder and held your other one out to him, your expression almost daring him to dance with you.

Peter grinned a little as he took your hand and put one on your waist, pulling you close as the music got softer, the man changing the record to a more romantic song, but surprisingly...Peter didn't seem to mind. You laughed as he twirled you before bringing you back to his chest, swaying again.

"You got moves, Parker," you chuckled while he rolled his eyes.

"Had to know how to dance for prom, I wasn't gonna stand around all night," he snorted.

You laughed with him, shaking your head. The music was quiet, mostly background noise and you and Peter were getting lost in the moment, not really thinking about the job you were here to do. The record player and the man were both forgotten, and you could only focus on the feeling of Peter's warm hand in yours and the soft look in his eyes when he looked down at you.

You had never been this close to him before.

The click of the camera snapped you both out of it, and you glanced up to see the record man behind the camera giving you both a sheepish grin.

"Hope you don't mind, but you two looked adorable so I thought I'd take one so you could keep the memory," he said sweetly while you chuckled, hesitantly letting go of Peter.

"No worries," you smiled, heading back to the camera and hoping Peter couldn't see how flustered that moment made you.

Peter helped the guy pack his record player up while you looked at the photo he had taken, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks as you stared at it.

He had captured that look Peter was giving you, and you weren't sure if you were necessarily happy about that. You wanted to be, but...maybe you were reading into it too much. You hadn't known Peter that long - a few months at most. He had been closed off most of the time as well.

But the way he was staring at you-

"Thanks for the help, man," Peter gave the guy a handshake, and you realized he was leaving. He shook your hand too and thanked you for the dance, which you laughed at, thanking him as well.

"Any more people coming?" You asked once he left, ignoring the slight tension in the room.

"Yeah, couple more," he smiled a little, raising an eyebrow, "You alright?"

"Mhm," you hummed, not looking up from the pictures you were scanning through.

Both of you got through the rest of the people easily - there was a good bunch of photos, more than enough in fact, and you were really pleased with them.

Peter packed away the camera equipment while you cleaned up the food and drinks you had provided as a thank you to the people that participated. It was a little quiet after that weird moment with the dancing, but you snapped back from it pretty quick once you and Peter moved to his apartment to go over the photos.

"These came out so well," you grinned, clicking through a few, "I think we really have a chance of winning this thing."

"With your mad skills, hell yeah," he grinned while you rolled your eyes.

"You too, dude," you held up the camera showing the one he took of you and the record player man dancing around and goofing off, "This is one of my favorite ones that you took, I think."

"Me, too," he smirked, "You and your boyfriend look adorable."

"Oh, shut up," you shoved him a little while he cackled, "We are pretty cute though, huh?"

"I guess," he chuckled while you stuck your tongue out at him. "I can get them printed tomorrow, I'll swing by the printing place by my aunt's house. We can assemble it as soon as they have 'em printed, shouldn't take too long."

"Sounds good to me," you agreed, grabbing your notebooks and starting to put things away. "Thanks for the study session, I will definitely be acing that test tomorrow."

"Leaving already?" he asked, trying not to look disappointed at the fact that you were already going.

"I'm gonna go take some photos of that new homeless shelter on 23rd for the paper before the sun goes down, but good to know you'll miss me," you gave him an exaggerated wink while he laughed and shook his head, "You're welcome to join if you want?"

"Nah, it's okay," he shrugged it off, "I'm planning to meet with a friend in a bit but uh...I'll see you Monday?"

"Sure thing, see you later Parker," you gave him two finger guns as you left his apartment, grinning when you heard him laugh at you on the way out.

He wasn't planning to meet with a friend, but he needed an excuse. It was getting too easy to hang around you now, and it was getting too easy for him to picture what it would be like to hold your hand, to take you out on dates, to be with you.

The last thing he needed was another relationship, not when the wound still felt so fresh from his last one. He needed a distraction, a way to spend time away from you so he could stop feeling these stupid feelings.

Maybe it was time he picked up an old hobby again.

With a little reluctance, he got up and moved over to his closet, swinging the doors open. He mostly had sweaters and hoodies hanging up, considering it was winter, but he yanked them all to the side and let his eyes land on the one thing he hadn't planned on getting out ever again.

Peter stared at the suit, running his fingers over the material. Nick Fury had it made for him after she died, giving it to him in case he wanted to be Spider-Man again. His old one had been ruined - her blood was all over it and even if it wasn't, he couldn't stand to have that suit anymore, not after that day.

This one was...different. It was black and red, not blue and red. He didn't mind it, but something about the change made it feel almost wrong. Blue and red was his thing - people would see that color combo and immediately think of Spider-Man.

It wasn't the suit Tony made him, which made his heart ache a little. It wasn't the suit he wore when he met her, when he fell in love with her. It wasn't the suit he wore when he watched her die and couldn't do anything about it.

He yanked it off the hook, turning it over and looking at the symbol on the back. It might have looked different, but people would still know it was him. People would see him swinging around and he knew they would talk, spread news that Spider-Man had returned.

And...you would probably be ecstatic to see your favorite hero back.

Maybe that's why he slipped it on, the material familiar despite the different colors and design. He wouldn't ever admit to himself that you were the reason he decided to pick up the mask again, even though it was true.

Having someone close like that were dangerous, and he knew from experience. He couldn't afford to have feelings for you, he couldn't afford to let you have feelings for him.

So he told himself this was purely because he wanted to, and because it was past time. He had a responsibility and the break had been long enough. New York needed him back, and he finally found himself wanting to be back.

Peter adjusted the fingers, surprised it fit perfectly - the concept was the same as the Stark suit, and he wondered if Fury got Tony's old drafts and tried to make it as close as possible. He tried not to flinch when Karen's familiar voice suddenly came through the mask.

"Welcome back, Peter. It's been a while."

-

The amount of pictures you had taken of the new shelter were ridiculous, but you wanted as many as possible for the paper. Being a part of the school's newspaper was a good opportunity and you didn't want to be shoved to the side by other photographers, so you wanted a good selection to choose from before turning them in.

On the way back to campus you treated yourself to a quick bite at a bakery, pulling out your laptop and uploading the photos while you sat there. You made a mental note to tell Peter about this place - the food was good and you were sure they had something he would like.

With a frown, you shook your head at yourself and continued looking through photos. It seemed like no matter how hard you tried, Peter's face appeared in your thoughts and distracted you. His cocky smirk when he got a good grade on something, his laugh when you told a shitty joke, his sheepish smile when you thanked him a hundred times for helping you with bio.

The look on his face when he was dancing with you.

You could easily picture dating him, it wasn't like you hadn't before - hell, even when he was so closed off, you would think about it. He was smart, cute, funny, caring - you could go on. The boy was practically perfect aside from the massive wall he tended to put up.

It didn't matter to you at first - you knew you had feelings for him, they weren't that strong yet, but they were definitely there - and you suspected that he could possibly feel the same way. You were pretty good at reading people and sometimes...it felt like he brushed your hand a moment longer than necessary, or stared at you with a soft expression, or drop everything to help you with a bio question or math equation.

You were someone that loved love, and you could picture yourself falling in love with Peter. It was definitely too soon for that, but you knew it could happen, and it probably would happen the more time you spent with him.

But that girl in the photos in his room and the way he held her suddenly haunted your thoughts, so you pushed the silly daydream away and went back to looking at your computer.

It had only been a few more minutes before something orange caught your eye and you looked away from your screen, gasping in horror.

Across the street, a building had caught flame, smoke rising into the sky. Without hesitation you put your camera strap over your neck and gathered your things, running outside like most people had begun doing.

You held a hand up to your face as flames licked up the building, climbing up toward where some people were hanging out the windows, screaming for help.

"Oh my God," you fumbled for your phone to call the fire department, though you were sure someone already had.

There was a flash of red and people started yelling things out on the street, and what they were saying you almost didn't want to dare to believe. But they were right.

Someone shot something at the building and swung on it, diving into the window with ease. The suit was different, the colors were different, but your lips spread into a grin because without a doubt, it was him.

It was Spider-Man.

[rosetintedgunman]

behind closed doors

Behind Closed Doors - the Exclusive Scoop! (Accepting)

@the-actor-himself

-

The Actor? Wilford gave a light shrug as he propped his elbow on the left arm of his chair. It was the dead of night (or was it after dawn? Timezones are weird). Perfect time to talk about this without anyone else hearing.

"Better ya asked me this now than a few weeks ago. Th' answer would've been waaay different. I didn't remember him, or maybe I chose ta forget. Not too sure which. Can't trust th' ol' noggin with things like 'memories'. Speakin' of, memories are comin' back, but they're a little... Fuzzy? There's a lot I don't know, an' maybe ya oughta ask him 'bout. They're like movey photos fer me. Moments here an' there, if ya get me.

What I do remember is that I was so sure he was always there. Thick as thieves, an' what have ya. But things went a little sour, like that milky tea ya left out in th' sun. He became so - so..." A hand was waved like he was trying to gesture to word to come back to him. "Ah! Selfish. That's th' word I wanted. He did go 'round an' help people, of course, but there was this, uh, feelin' that he was doin' it more fer himself an' ta show off how great he was now that he was rich an' famous. Once he got a taste of that success, he was like a bloodhound huntin' a rabbit. Pretty sure I used that phrase before. Sounds smart. Then things went bad. Real bad. Can't quite remember why, but shit hit th' fan. After that... It's just anger an' some other bitter feelin'. Must've slipped through th' cracks. I know when I - as in th' me ya see before ya - first learned 'bout him, I felt anger. I didn't know why, since I didn't know th' guy, but somethin' 'bout his face just pissed me off."

There was a pause as Wilford rested his chin on the hand that was supported by the chair's arm. He wasn't sure if this was even answering the question properly. Talking about the past life when you didn't fully remember it was hard.

"He's been through a lot," he was choosing his words very carefully, "Or at least, that what it feels like. He's got these sorta chains wrapped 'round him, pullin' him back. Guilt, probably. It's too heavy fer somethin' like grief. Despite that, he's tryin' ta have a better start. He's got a kid. He always wanted a family, y'know? Someone that was related by blood, an' not a brother 'cause someone else decided you two were now brothers. But he was always a Barnum. I think he lost sight of that along th' way. Ta me, there was no difference. Mark was Mark, an' I was whoever I was at th' time. But we're not th' same people. I think he still hates me. Not that I'd blame him. Not th' first time I've heard my past life was a bit of an asshole. Sayin' that, I'm not a man who lives in th' past. I'm all 'bout th' here an' now. I wanna get ta know him again. Not sure if he let me be a brother again, but I'd be happy ta just be friends if that's what he'd want."

"Also he's got a bunch of weird faceless people who live in his house an' ask him questions??? Never seen 'em myself, but I've read th' posts. If it's reblogged, I know yer readin' this, an' some of ya are forgettin' that bein' faceless doesn't make ya invincible."

[muwur]

snapchat headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for using snapchat w ur boi toi ft. the pretty setter squad

❧ gn reader

✎ 3.1k words

a/n: kinda a combo of how they use sc and the kinds of snaps they send you! along w wat u send them, and uh... dating stuf n shenanigans? texting/snapping habits? my fantasies? IDEK ANYMORE EOFHEFJ

this was born from the recesses of my mind , which desired nothing mor than snapchats from suga , us sending cute selfies , others bein dumb n chaotic , no context videos , n him snapping me photos of some mangoes on sale he said he’ll buy for me DXX it’s too late for me now

doing research on hq bois and surfing thru sc features (im just now realizing theres quite a bit?? im hoping i address most of them at some point lolol) instead of real life tings aHHhhhHAHA

requests: open! will be working on a suga one i got, dw, requester!

sugawara

✧ sends good morning and good night snaps

✧ so he’s rlly good at keeping streaks, probs has the longest ones (one of them being y’alls streak)

✧ posts tidbits of volleyball practice on his story every once in a while

✧ snaps you pics of his sleeping teammates when they’re coming back to school after a long day of matches , adding a single ‘❤️’ as a caption

✧ he will also create colorful masterpieces on all of them

✧ gives daichi a santa beard, tanaka a squiggly stache (i imagine it to look like spongebob n patrick’s seaweed ones now that were mEN), n kageyama sum angry brows,,, wait he already has them lolol u good der kags

✧ posts a picture of you when you’re hanging out, captioning it: “🥰“

✧ has conversations with you purely via snaps

✧ ranges from casual chats and checking up on u to crackwhoring ( ** indicates the photo, while the “” quotes indicate the caption, all snaps are italicized, otherwise its regular dialogue)

✧ suga: *peace sign* “hey sweetheart, how r u?”

✧ you: *pics of homework* “ahh, drowning in school ;-; i cant wait for this week to be over fghjkl”

✧ suga: *close up with :o on his face* “let’s study together tmrw!”

✧ or

✧ suga: *complete darkness* “its 3 am n i cant sleep”

✧ you: *the top half of your head, laying on a pillow* “ ;( aw babe. do u want me to send something to help u sleep?”

✧ suga: *still in darkness* “y u still up?? go sleep. n 🥺 yes pls”

✧ you: *snaps pics of feet* “that’ll be 50 bucks, pay up” 

✧ suga: *darkness remains* “can we make a trade instead? i promise to make it worth ;)”

✧ ok now u BOTH cant sleep (im sry my crackheading be acting up around 2am eeryday, i stan a mischievous suga--)

✧ video chats (in the darkness lol) instead until you both pass out (im not in luv u r 😭)

✧ super down to take filtered selfies w you

✧ does all the silly ones with you (things like ’angry face’ or the frog one)

✧ but also rlly digs lookin cute with you using some heart crowns, y’all an aesthetic (n crakhead) duo fosho

✧ def subscribes to life hacks and tries them out himself, has a 50% success rate

kageyama

✧ doesn’t rlly use snapchat too much

✧ but when he does

✧ will either send you a picture to indicate he’s at volleyball practice (wow wat a sexi lookin gym floor)

✧ or some random picture of whatever he’s doing at the moment (*drinking milk*)

✧ this is mostly in order to save streaks

✧ he’s so bad at streaks

✧ “why does it matter?? what’s the point of sending just black screens or whatever’s in front of you at the moment??”

✧ can’t keep a consistent streak for more than 3 days and also doesn’t care (until hinata challenges him to see who can have the longer one)

✧ when you send him videos of him playing, he really focuses on them to try to improve his technique. asks you to send those vids to him (assuming u saved them, which u did)

✧ but when you look over his shoulder when he’s watching a video and give him some compliment (“i recorded at the perfect moment! that was a really good set, kageyama!”), he gets a bit flustered

✧ gets even more flustered but pretty happy whenever you post videos on your story showing karasuno winning some points with captions like:

✧ “footage of the legendary quick >.>” or “karasuno crows flyin high!” or “these bois make my heart 😭 im so proud”

✧ you WILL catch him off guard in photos, using filters that surrounds his head w/ emojis like 🥺💖🥰💘

✧ you also put these on your story (to his dismay)

✧ ppl comment on these mor than anything else (n for those who dont rlly kno kageyama, theyre kinda surprised to him like this)

✧ hinata snickers “hey kageyama you look pretty good here--”

✧ takes some selfies with you, mostly cuz you want them

✧ saves them after u send them over (n secretly cherishes them)

✧ occasionally watches his subscriptions, they’ll usually involve sports, mostly volleyball (who woulda guessed)

✧ you use his bitmoji to test out random facial expressions you would never see him wear

✧ you: “can you smile and wink like this? act like you’re the obnoxious charming guy in a shojo.”

✧ will actually attempt, but it looks so bad that you die inside and he never wants to try again cuz of ur laughing outburst (you: “😭😭 bb im sorry i couldnt help it”)

oikawa

✧ literally sends you anything and everything

✧ morning bathroom selfie to show off how good his hair came out that day, saying:

✧ “he has risen”

✧ or “i woke up like this”

✧ and my favorite, “you’re lucky you get this content for frEE”

✧ selfies with iwa, who just looks annoyed and exasperated at the camera

✧ sends you pics of his lunch and snacks (“bet u wish u had milk bread too”)

✧ always packs extra milk bread so he could convince you to stay at his practice after school--

✧ FILTERSS

✧ I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENUF

✧ will either use the filters that make him kayooottt (cute)

✧ loves the ones named ‘hearts,’ ‘soft,’ ‘peach,’ ‘butterfly cheeks,’ vsco filters LOL, etc

✧ uses ‘big mouth’ when he feelin a bit sASSY; also loves to use this one when he rants, it channels his inner valley girl

✧ sometimes he’ll be snacking or drinking something while he does so (“hey guys today im gonna eat these milk buns from my favorite bakery and this bomb orange juice and complain about this little kid who talked smack to me earlier and almost made me cry--”)

✧ takes cute selfies with you, is an aesthetic selfie king, puts them on his story to show off he’s hangin with you

✧ but on your story you only post the ones he looks bad in LOL

✧ has separate stories for his every need, some r private (and lucky you, ur included in all of them)

✧ titles them ‘mean things iwa said to me today,’ ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ ‘a day in the life of oikawa,’ ‘volleyball 🏐,’ ‘unpopular opinions,’ etc. 

✧ fitting room photoshoots lol

✧ “y/n, what do you think of this??” “and this?” “oOH WHAT ABOUT THIS??”

✧ ends up calling you through video chat so you can live critique his choices

✧ “oikawa, please no, i can’t be seen with you in public if you wear those--”

✧ also changes his bitmoji’s outfits from time to time, hopes you’ll notice, but you don’t LOL (oikawa: ;((((((( )

kenma

✧ uses sc usually just to reply to messages ppl send him

✧ indifferent about streaks, but keeps a few with ppl he’s closer to

✧ mindlessly plays the snapchat games with you, finds some of them kinda cute

✧ you both made his bitmoji for him, dressing his up in the orange cat suit

✧ you also helped make kuroo’s and put his in the black cat suit to match--

✧ snaps you every time he gets a new game, starts playing it, and once he finishes

✧ started to post some gameplays and reviews on his sc story (might as well add them to sc since he was already on other social platforms), and ended up amassing a large following

✧ follows the tech and gaming stories on sc

✧ as well as the ones with cute animals--

✧ open to selfies with you, usually wears a calm expression and holds up a peace sign

✧ even occasionally sticks his tongue out

✧ his story is occasionally heavily bombarded with candids of him w/ pretty sc filters, all taken by you

✧ but of all the filters, you love using the clout glasses on him

✧ especially when he’s just minding his own business

✧ “kenma, in his tru habitat” when hes cocooned in a blanket

✧ “kenma, on his way to steal yo manz” while on his way to the bathroom

✧ “kenma, next iron chef. watch out gordon” as he’s cooking instant ramen

✧ “kenma” n das it

✧ but he thinks it meme-y so he lets you do whatever you want, kinda digs it

✧ you end up dedicating your snap story to memes of kenma and the nekoma volleyball team. ppl are in it for the shits n giggles n hot bois

✧ you later discover someone else did the same thing with their volleyball team filled with hot bois from shiratorizawa, and you befriend tendou and share funni internet tings

akaashi

✧ 99% of his photos include either you or bokuto or both

✧ bokuto spams akaashi’s story and contact list with selfies and videos of himself using weird filters, often gets you to join him

✧ has several streaks, but will send something with more substance than a black screen or his bedroom window

✧ will usually involve smthng that just happened to him or smthing he saw, like:

✧ “a kind older lady offered me some apples in return for helping her”

-or:

✧ “how do i break the news to bokuto that the yaikniku place he’s been wanting to go to for the past week ,,, is closed today”

✧ o n let’s not leave out:

✧ “is it possible to conjure a ghost using a wooden spatula, ketchup, and a chalk drawn hexagram? bokuto’s been paranoid ever since he tried last night and i dont know what to tell him. seriously, help”

✧ looks through stories occasionally, comments whenever bokuto makes questionable decisions

✧ also comments on whatever you’ve posted. his words range from “you’re cute” to “why,” depending on the content

✧ ppl know when y’all are hanging out cuz he’ll post smthing to indicate he’s with you, usually it’s some candid and you’re not paying attention

✧ appreciation posts for you as well! esp if you got him something, like onigiri or his fav, Nanohana no Karashiae , for lunch! (akaashi: *snaps a pic of his food* “thank you y/n for feeding me”)

✧ prefers video calling over texting/snapping whenever possible tho

✧ occasionally reminisces thru his sc memories

✧ enjoys the flashback feature and will send them to you and bokuto (cuz they’re about y’all anyway lolol)

✧ also has secretly saved a bunch of selfies of himself, consists of him trying out a lot of the filters (he feelin himself)

✧ you, one day, looking thru his phone and discovering them: “akaashi, you’re so pretty wtf”

✧ akaashi: “...”

koganegawa

✧ sends you selfies of him before practice

✧ during breaks

✧ and after practice, usually makes a comment about how it went for him that day like:

✧  “i hit a decent toss today and futakuchi actually complimented me!”

✧ that, or:

✧ “i got yelled at 17 times today 😢😩”

✧ has quite a few streaks, his longest ones being with you and hinata

✧ def uses filters

✧ tries out every funny one he finds and sends you videos

✧ “look y/n im an aaaaAALlliiEEENnnNNN oo oo hoo hhhooOOh”

✧ “now im a chicky nuggy!!” (chicken nugget)

✧ also enjoys the doodle feature

✧ but he uses the filter with the clout glasses unironically--

✧ usually when smth good happens to him and he feels happy and/or cool about it

✧ “just beat the boss in this game on my 69th try B)”

✧ “kogane, that’s--”

✧ plays sc games with you and thinks bitmojis r cool

✧ kinda sad he cant find a hair option that matches him tho lolol rip

✧ you: “you hair’s just,,, unique,,,”

✧ subscribed to anything sports and fitness, as well as pop culture so he can stay in the loop

✧ also watches everyone else’s stories, pointing out whenever he sees smthing cool and/or interesting

✧ “woahh, karasuno’s at nationals right now! i wish we could’ve won, but next year for sure!!”

✧ you encourage him at all his games, hyping him up irl and online

✧ “koganegawa: best setter 😍!!”

✧ luckily you didnt record the parts he completely messed up LOL

semi

✧ before going out with you, snaps you a pic of his casual outfit like:

✧ semi: “does this look ok”

✧ you: “babe you look great, tendou was just messing with you”

✧ will make unwanted appearances on tendou’s snap and complains to you about them

✧ “i didnt consent to being part of his meme page” and

✧ “okay, but he didn’t only have to share all the moments i messed up--”

✧ also indifferent about streaks but will do them

✧ sometimes sends snaps/streaks indicating he’s practicing his music

✧ when you see these you usually ask him to send you vids or if you can come over n watch

✧ initially is a bit shy about it but he loves what he does and you and knows you’re genuinely interested and supportive so he agrees

✧ secretly rlly enjoys having you as his personal audience

✧ lowkey into asmr, like the soap cutting shit as well as chewing crunchy things

✧ also watches food porn and clips of mukbangs, then can’t resist going on youtube and watching the whole thing

✧  “y/n, can we try this, it looks so good--”

✧ will also often watch oikawa’s stories, especially his ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ and makes comments about him being an idiot

✧  “this kid he’s talking about is a savage”

✧ but admits they’re quite entertaining

✧ just looks serious in all the selfies you take with him

✧ you: “can you look like you’re enjoying yourself?”

✧ semi: “i look cooler like this tho”

✧ sc memories filled with shenanigans from you and the volleyball team, doodles, and mirror selfies with him experimenting diff looks (you: “tendou, you got him way too concerned about this”)

✧ also enjoys showing off he’s with you, taking a short video of you when you hang out

✧ you: “semi, i look bad right now”

✧ semi: “but you can never look bad”

✧ you: “🥺 bb”

✧ viewers: “aw”

✧ shiratorizawa: “can he be this nice with us LOL”

shirabu

✧ his main mode of communication with you is mostly through the regular messaging app, so he doesn’t use sc too much

✧ also doesn’t care for streaks and is bad at keeping them

✧ will answer to you or his senpais rather soon tho

✧ but lets all his other notifications pile up a bit before finally going thru them

✧ goes through the snaps he receives really fast, spending like 2 seconds each to look at them cuz aint nobody got time for dat

✧ doesn’t even rlly open goshiki’s LOL

✧ you have fun using filters on him and taking videos while he’s just doing his own thing peacefully like studying

✧ it takes him a second to notice and when he finally looks up, he just gives you an exasperated look

✧ cue you cracking up with laughter bc the filter finally shows up on his face

✧ his eyes and mouth are now on mike wazowski

✧ that, or his face becomes so disturbingly moRPhed like an alien

✧ caption: “ken-chan, my future medical man 😍”

✧ “y/n, please, this is like the 7th time in the last 20 minutes--”

✧ finally convinced him to take a study break and hang out with you

✧ which usually consists of snacking and light banter while you lay your head on his lap

✧ and scrolling through snapchat stories and showing him what everyone else is up to and cool things you’re subscribed to

✧ “loooook, dr. miami’s doing another butt job! is this the line of work you’re studying so hard for?”

✧ “no, it’s really not”

✧ is actually very soft with you and likes having the photos and vids for memories

atsumu

✧ sends you snaps where his brother looks bad, captioning it:

✧ “this is evidence that im the hotter twin”

✧ likewise, osamu sends you snaps where atsumu looks even worse

✧ like, the mans passed out, looking rekt and open mouthed, drool seeping into his pillow

✧ osamu: “u still have time to break up with him”

✧ also lucky for you, atsumu also loves to take unflattering photos of you and send them to you randomly at like 2 am

✧ you: “nani tf when did you even take this??”

✧ usually posts a snap while he’s out somewhere like at a match, the gym, outside on a run, a party, or just hanging out with you or his frens

✧ however, makes sure you look good if you show up on his story cuz he wants to show you off

✧ doesn’t really care for streaks, but has a lott

✧ but also has a tON of unopened snaps

✧ is the type to send just a black screen n call it a day, or maybe spice it up by sending a pic of the sexi gym floor (a comeback) w his shoe in the corner

✧ will, however, consistently respond to you and kinda looks forward to ur snaps (secretly hopes you show ur face)

✧ but when you dont:

*in class*

✧ atsumu: *a smirk on his face* “your content’s kinda dry today” 

✧ you: *your sexi desk* “my nudez ain’t free, i demand compensation”

✧ atsumu: *grasped his chin in thought, but angled the cam up bc he needa hide his phone in class lolol* “what if i... take you out on a romantic excursion”

✧ you: * your face but with ‘sausage’ filter* “🥵🥵🥵🥵 yessir, what u want”

✧ rlly only wants to have pics of your face wat a closeted sOFTIE

✧ likes to have content on his flashbacks

✧ usually has other social media sources to keep up to date with things

✧ actually rlly digs using sc filters, mostly ones that’ll make him look like a queen

✧ captions a selfie of you two like: “me >>>>>>> y/n”

✧ but nearly everyone who comments on it is like: “i think you flipped the sign, bro 🤥”

✧ judges ppl who are into soap cutting asmr (you will never hear the end of it if you also like it)

a/n: sc kinda dying for me, my use went from suga to an atsumu to like nearly nonexistent LOL

also o gawd i already have ideas here n there for a pt 2 so stay tuned fjxnwfesd hope it takes me less long cuz this one took me fkin foreva LOL

idk y i made semi like mukbangs but i feel like he’d be rlly into them--

[thiswasinevitableid]

Hii uhhh this is for mermay, but it's not one of the fills so please feel free to ignore this if it doesn't catch your interest!!

Idea;; within a mostly-canon setting, Duck is turned into a merperson (probably while they're trying to deal with one of the abominations, but that part's flexible) and has to deal with it while still trying to like,, function. He gets a magic disguise, but hijinks ensue.

Here you go! I attached this to "Summer rain" and another mermay prompt. It's SFW

The last time he went flying through the air and into the water while fighting an abomination, he almost died. So he’s none too pleased when he surfaces from being chucked in Lake Brahe.

“What the fuck Indrid?!”

“I’m so sorry” Mothman flaps above him, both sets of hands tapping together anxiously, “I promise this is for the best but I’ll admit the exact process might have been overkill.”

“You fuckin’ think??” Duck kicks towards shore, grabbing his hat as it tries to float away, “the others are still back there with that thing. And I fuckin hate bein’ chucked into things without warnin.”

“I don’t think there are people who do enjoy such things.” Indrid alights on the shore Duck is swimming towards.

“Well then don’t fuckin do them.”

“It is for your own good, Duck Newton.”

“Yeah, heard that one before.” He hits shallow water, wades to shore trying to shake his hat dry, “now c’mon, fly me back so we can-”

His legs crumple, sending him face first into the lake. Crawling is no good, his whole body contorting and shaking, his throat and lungs burning. He claws at the pebbles and sand, coming away with fistfuls, grabbing for something, anything, to pull him from the water, as if reaching shore will free him from the pain wracking his body.

The world is coming in photo negative now, flashes of color that don’t make sense, the crack of his bones filling his ears. He might he crying, the pain is too deep to tell what else he’s feeling or doing.

“Help” he rasps into the night air.

Human hands cup his face, guide his aching head down across bony legs, “It will not last much longer.”

“Am” he gasps, feels the Sylph turn their bodies for some unknown purpose, breathing easier after he does, “am I gonna die.”

“No. And before you ask, your powers would not have done much for you if you still had them.”

“Fuck” he whimpers.

“Agreed.” Indrid strokes his hair, “five more seconds. Four, three, two, one.”

Duck passes out before Indrid can say anything else. He’s roused by the footfalls of combat boots and wingtips down the beach.

“Duck, Indrid-OH HOLY SHIT!”

“He’s not-”

“No, Ned, he is very much alive. Had I not moved him when I did, he would have suffocated before you could get him to any water.”

“Thank god.” Ned must be by his head.

“Aubrey, can, can you, it hurts-”

“Ummmmm” His friend sounds like she’s trying to come up with a comforting explanation, “which part of your tail hurts?”

Duck sits bolt upright, then falls back into Indrid’s arms, staring at the deep green and silver tail where his legs should be.

“Well….fuck.”

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“How are you doing?” Indrid, red glasses glinting and pink and yellow sweater hanging off his tall frame, perches on a rock.

“Great. I’m a regular, breakable dipshit who turned into a fuckin merman without warnin, I had to have Barclay call work and tell ‘em I got a flu so they won’t fire me for disppearin, anything my friends bring me to eat gets soggy, and I ain’t seen my cat in three days.”

“So...not good then?”

Duck raises an eyebrow. Indrid smiles, not his usual confident, casual one. He looks unsure, which is in and of itself kind of unnerving.

“No, Indrid. Not good at all.”

“Ah. Apologies, I sometimes have trouble parsing certain tones.”

Duck swims closer, “Sorry.”

“It’s quite alright. You have every reason to be angry and upset. Even with me.”

“Pretty sure you didn’t curse me.”

“No. But had I moved faster, gotten to you all sooner, you would not have been in it’s path at all.”

It’s so matter of fact. The same way Indrid talks about anything troubling.

“Certainly my most newsworthy failure”

“Had you not arrived at the cottonwood, it would have been rather bad for me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about the eye. It hurt, but I have felt far worse.”

“And I have yet more bad news; while I can make a charm that will allow you to be in your human form for up to six hours at a time, the properties of that abomination mean eventually you’ll have to return to water.”

There’s a flicker in the smile, so swift Duck wonders if it’s only because his eyes are no longer human, slit pupiled instead of round, that he sees it at all. Or if it’s because this is the first time they haven’t been surrounded by heat, noise, or danger.

“Indrid, you know I don’t blame you, right?”

“Of course, Duck. I was merely being thorough in my apology.” Now it’s his normal, wide smile, but too tight across his teeth.

“He was before my time.” Vincent grins as he sets the DVDs on a well-dusted shelf, “though if Woodbridge is anything like he is now, I doubt they got along. The other ministers say he was...determined when he left. Like he could conquer any challenge earth presented during his quest."

Indrid’s glasses slip down his nose and he pushes them up before Duck gets even a glance at his eyes, “Now, where did I put that pin…” He pats his pockets, freezes when Duck manages to set a hand on his shin.

“Indrid, I mean it. Didn’t blame you then, don’t blame you now. Hell, from the sound of it you saved my ass, big time. So, uh, what I’m tryin to say is thanks. For lookin out for me.”

He squeezes in what he hopes is a friendly fashion. Indrid chirps, once, face losing all trace of eeriness. Then he schools it back to normal.

“You’re welcome. Punching aside, I’m quite fond of you. I’m going to use this for your charm, if that’s alright.” A souvenir pin from the Monongahela's tenth anniversary sits between slender fingers.

“Holy shit, I been lookin for that for ages. I, uh, I try to-”

“Collect them, yes. I saw that in a conversation between you and Juno. I was going to give this to you anyway, goodness knows it took awhile to find it in the trailer, but now it can serve a greater purpose.” With that, he pulls a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Duck’s image unfolds before them, Indrid smoothing it out and setting it on the rock as he begins working. Duck watches with interest, notices the process is much slower than it was when Indrid disguised Billy.

“Am I harder to get right than Ryan Gosling?”

“Yes. Well, not technically, no, but with Billy I just needed him to look human. I need you to look like, well, you. Such a fine specimen requires the utmost care.”

Duck’s about to toss back his usual line he gives to guys who compliment him, then realizes flirting with the Mothman might be weird, or that Indrid may not have meant it as anything more than some clinical, Sylph observation of humans. He tries to distract himself by swimming, but his tail still won’t do what he wants much of the time.

“You’ll have greater success on your back.” Indrid says without looking up.

He’s right, and Duck manages to swim without difficulty, tail shimmering in the sunset. The one time he glances at his friend, Indrid is staring at swaying and rippling in the water.

When the Sylph finally calls that he’s done, Duck speeds to the rock, let’s Indrid pin the charm to the collar of his undershirt that he keeps wearing because he’s still a human, dammit, just one with an inconvenient tail and he’s not gonna start skinny-dipping in a national forest. Again.

Duck flails when legs replace his tail, Indrid’s hand grabbing his a moment before he needs it to and helping him onto dry land.

“Satisfactory?”

“It’s fuckin perfect!”

“Wonderful!” Indrid claps his hands together, “what would you like to do? I may need to escort you for the first day, to be certain there’s no flaw in the charm.”

Duck studies the pink light tracing the angles of Indrid’s face, “Wanna meet my cat? She looks like a bobcat that lost a bar fight, but she’s sweet as can be.”

Indrid’s grin turns genuine for the first time all day, “I would like nothing better.”

The mothman becomes a staple of his life after that. With the charm, he’s able to help the Pine Guard track and slay the abomination, go to work, look after his house, and generally convince anyone not in the know that he’s totally fine. But he has to return to the lake every day, spends his mornings and nights there, even his lunch breaks when he knows he needs to give the charm a break then. It’s far enough away that he’s in no danger of being seen by civilians, but at least once Indrid had to fly him to it before they ran out of time (and Aubrey had to teleport them there, which made him nauseous).

Indrid keeps him company, sometimes with the others and sometimes on his own. He finds waterproof cards and games, listens to Duck talk about work and tells him about his travels. At first he worries Indrid is only doing it out of guilt, but as the weeks go by he comes to see that Indrid likes him. He laughs at his jokes, gives him as close to his full attention as he can, even scratches his scales with his mothed-out claws when they start driving Duck crazy with itchiness.

His friend always goes home to sleep, which is why, as Duck is drifting on his back, half snoozing and half star-gazing, the red eyes high in a tree come as a surprise. He’s on the other end of the lake, doesn’t seem to see Duck as he spreads his wings and flaps into the air. Then he nosedives, pulling up before he hits the water and then skimming across it in broad strokes. He shoots upward, spins, and then repeats the routine.

Duck’s seen him fly during fights and to escape the Cottonwood. Never like this, never so free and graceful. It’s such a joyful sight, makes Duck wish he had wings of his own so he could join him, dance across the stars and their reflections.

He swims towards Indrid, begins mirroring him on a whim, twisting, diving, and leaping as best he can in time with the cryptids flight. Pushes his tail to carry him faster, farther, all for the sake of keeping pace with the beautiful monster in the sky.

Surfacing after a particularly giant splash, a voice lilts down from the sky.

“Race you to the other side.”

Duck loses, but only just, cackles when Indrid buzzes him so closely he can feel the tickle of his feathers. When the mothman finally lands Duck swims to him, scooting up on land so he can watch Indrid fluff and clean his feathers.

“I come to this lake to practice flying without fear of being seen. I assumed you were asleep but, ah” his antenna twitch, “I’m glad you weren’t.”

Duck stretches, moans happily when Indrid gently glides his claws up his tail, “Me too.”

“Same time tomorrow night?” Soft hope flutters between them.

“Yeah.” He grins up at the cryptid, “bring your A-game, I’m gonna carb load tomorrow mornin so I can kick your butt.”

“I look forward to it.”

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It’s been a month and a half since he transformed, which puts them smack in summer thunderstorm season. Duck’s used to it, though he’s more than a little nervous about what will happen if lightning hits the lake. Luckily, tonight it’s just soft summer rain instead of electricity and drops the size of robin eggs.

Indrid isn’t faring as well. The rain droops his antenna, compresses his fluff until Duck can see he’s still a twig under all those feathers. He shivers, chirrs in discomfort and shakes off his wings, but stays put on his favorite rock.

“There a reason you ain’t just turnin human? Could put on a raincoat that way.”

“I” Indrid sneezes, “I want you to feel comfortable. It can be so unpleasant, feeling like the only non-human in a place.”

Duck swims to the rock, flicking his tail up and down as he float, “You’re always changin form to make me comfortable.”

“Yes. Because I want you to not be unnerved by me.”

“But what about what you want?”

A feathery shrug, “That doesn’t matter.”

“Drid-”

Red eyes glare at him, “I am well aware of how I look, Duck. What people think of me. Would you have spent even a fraction of the time you have with me if your transformation had not forced it?”

“Y-fu-uh-I mean not no?” He sinks into the water as resignation becomes visible on Indrid’s inhuman features.

“I’m glad for our friendship, Duck. And I don’t doubt that you’re fond of me now. But please don’t pretend I was your first choice for company.”

“I mean...you weren’t. But that’s because we barely knew each other, hell, you only got back to town three months ago.” Duck takes the hand nearest him, “if this happened to me now? You might be the first person I’d want lookin out for me.”

Indrid chirrs, dips his head down to rub his cheek against Duck’s hand. Suddenly he wants nothing as badly as he wants to get Indrid warm and dry so he can run his fingers through every inch of those feathers.

“May I turn human?’

“Of course. Means you can come swimmin with me.”

Indrid, now in a tank top and yoga pants, cocks his head, “Why?”

“It’ll be fun?”

“My kind are not the strongest of swimmers.”

“Good thing I got a tail and gills, then. Besides, you’ll stop feelin as sticky from the humidity if you’re in the water.”

Indrid pulls off his shirt and pants, revealing duck-patterned boxers, and cautiously wades into the lake.

“Ooohhhh, that is so much better” his sighs, too blissed-out to notice the sudden drop, and only just manages to grab his glasses before going under. Duck zips forward, hoisting him easily into an embrace as he splutters.

“Blechhh, I despise the taste of lake water.” He clings to Duck, skinny legs teasingly tense around his tail.

Duck rubs his tail up and down his inner legs soothingly, “you, uh, want somethin to get rid of the taste?”

“Please.” Indrid smirks, clearly expecting a goof. When Duck tips his glasses up his forehead, he goes stone still.

“Can I kiss you?”

“This was not in any of the timelines.”

“Just came to me now. And that ain’t an answer.”

Indrid nods, tips his face forward to bring their lips together. Duck sighs, floats lazily backwards as Indrid slips his tongue between his lips. When they part, there are more stars in his eyes than in the whole milky way.

“Do you want some good news?” Indrid nuzzles his neck with an adorable trill.

“Lay it on me.”

“The futures just shifted; Aubrey and Janelle will have a cure for your condition tomorrow.”

“Hell yeah.” Duck flips them upright, Indrid “eeping” and holding tighter, “can’t wait to stop worryin’ about whether I’m gonna start suffocatin on land. And, uh” he nips Indrid’s lower lip, forgetting about his sharpened teeth until the Sylph lets out a little moan, “if you ain’t busy tomorrow night, like to take you on a date.”

Indrid beams, “I’d like that so very much. Though I will admit, I’m going to miss how this looks on you.” He squeezes his thighs around Duck’s tail.

“You can always whip me up one if we wanna, uh, relive the fun parts of this experience.”

“True. And with that in mind, my sweet; how do you feel about wings?”

[jennrypan]

Mkay. Im drinkin my drink drank. This will be LONG. Thoughts while i watch it

Off the bat-- people are just telling them how cute they are together and I love how they were just like ?? Cuz they aint even thank them they just said "Yall cute as fuck!"

All of Paris ships you guys apparently- theres no escape but how the hell did they get those pictures??

Do they take the pictures from the Ladyblog-

Also Andre shut yo ass up- if youre ice creams so good why are YOU single huh? Lets talk about that you fuck-

Also shes so damn mad lmao- and she yeet my son 😭 shes got great aim though i love it- annd Ladybug just doesnt lie Andre rn and i get that cuz hes deadass kind of annoying with his love ice cream shit-

But fr why IS she so damn mad like girl calm down- be more mad at the press for bein nosy and Andre for bein himself-

And I knoow people are gonna be salty towards Adrien in this..i feel it. But whatever. Anyways. What tf is ladybugs yoyo tying to to let her swing on the roofs--

DELETE ALL THE EVIDENCE OF YOUR LOVE--

Im giggling. Im sorry-- i love him sm. Sweet hopeless romantic-

And ALYA MY DAUGHTER HI <3

And this seems super dramatic- delete all the photos they have together cuz of one instance?- aight go off ig-

Oh are Kagami nd Adriens friendly again?? Im assuming yes?

ThAKSGES ADRIEN NO WHAT THEBFUCK DONT CRY 😭 WAIT . i wasnt ready- please someone hug him--

Also Gorilla doesnt even notice he sounds so sad, Gorilla im disappointed in you

Oh wooow. Gabriel didnt akumatize his son? Im shocked, you did the bare minimum buddy! Congrats!

Go fuck yourself.

Marinette..honey thatss...hm-- okay- hes sad and you immediately start day dreaming lmaoo. Get it together girl--

"MAY HAVE." MAY HAVE??? BITCH YOU HAVE BEEN DISTANT FUCK YOUUUUU.

Also ew stop trying give this bitch redeeming qualities, and uh..did Emilie not wear any other outfit?? Can we see photos of her looking like shes enjoying life or?-

Thats just weird maybe thats just mee-

Kagami-- "youre weak-- sensitive-" i like how she corrected herself- shes leearrning.

Also..did no one hear that giant billboard being destroyed??- no one at all?- o k

And awe- she psspsps'ed him basically-

Bruh hes so damn CONFUSED- she doesnt make sense to both Adrien and Chat- girl simplify yours words better-

HELP I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC. ITS THE BEST ONE OUT OF ALL OF THEM. PLEASE

Hes so damn goofy i love him-

Ok but Marinette..shorten the poem- or..love letter- no one will pay attention to that its GOTTA BE FROM THE HEART

This poem ..bores me- anyways-

MOVIE DATE MOVIE DATE.

Also awe they let him ride the bus for free

Andre MIND YO BUSINESS. DAMN all in their shit for-- get some friends istg

Usually..people dont talk this much during movies but that seems to just be Their thing--

Also he likes haaamsters and WHEEZE i would be that guy too cuz SHUT UP YOU IN LOVE FOOLS. R u d e

And ...UMBRELLA- i didnt know it could do that- could her yoyo do somethin like that??- i dunno..how that would work but imagine?

And Andre youre right they ARE made for each other..you should talk to Luka and Alya about that--

Where did..the akuma go for adrien or ..does it just purify itself when he powers down?

ANDRE YOU DICK LET THEM HAVE BE

And this is the second time her lucky charm almost squashed her- but this wouldve been a lot worse cus its a whole ass car.

A sexy car at that 👀 i aint know ladybug could create cars like that, i want it! Also..aint she like 15 where tf she learn how to drive what-

SHE CAN DO THAT!?!

Maybe i just forgot but what-

Ok where did HE learn to drive-

And i love them sm <3 but like .where does the fallout fall into this? I need more episodes-

And Andre was pretty easy to defeat prolly cuz they fought him literally a few hours ago.

I would love to see cookies based off all the ladybug charms

And like..he just walks away??- youre not gonna apologize for bein weird and buttin in on their lives?? No?- ok-

And BOI YOU KNOW YOU FELL IN LOOOVE YOU KNOW IT--

Kagami is so damn cute oh my god-- also. I just realized she had freckles?? I love them ;W;

Plagg is probably losing his damn mind rn-- they are so stressful.

Also i love that end card so much? Its gorgeous.

BASICALLY!!

This is my favorite episode out of all the episodes in season for next to Scarabellas and Alya outsmarting hawkmoth,

I just..love the marichat scenes so much, its beautiful--

I cant waait to hear their english voices oml

[shoezuki]

Okay heres the Ghost Shrimp

Its really hard to see em Good w my phone like. Im Real gon bring out my 3000 dollar camera that is haunted to take photos of em

But ghost shrimp look Weird as FUCK. like beyond jus bein Clear Shrimp which is normal. Their tail is Shaped weird w like a zigzag pattern. N their legs are Long and they have lil Whiskers that are LONG as fuck. They almost look like spiders crawlin round

I love them. Uglee sonsabitches

[mejomonster]

i have like... the capacity./... the potential... to be hot

like. smoulder. or maybe like i dunno be a bamf coolio me

but then it’s like?? uhhh if u mess that up what a Nerd better to be funny and have no pressure to be cool whatsoever so no one can let u fall when u inevitably aren’t perfectly posed or smooth talking 100% of the time

[fellulahh]

‘Mammon visits MC in the human realm and Lucifer gets jealous’ Part 13/???

Read Part 12 here!

-

Even the idea of it made him absolutely livid. There was no way he’d ever allow the demons of Devildom to think MC was carrying Diavolo’s baby. No...never.

The only issue was...

‘Am I ready to accept that you’re my baby?

-

It was a warm evening in Devildom as Mammon and MC sat on her bed chatting. It felt like it’d been years since they were last together. Like two best friends having a gossip, they talked until their jaws ache.

“So what’s it like bein’ pregnant?” He asked her curiously as he laid on his back. “Do you like it?”

“Yes and no.” She answered truthfully, “I mean there are some horrible parts to pregnancy that I haven’t enjoyed but then there are moments which makes me forget about all of the bad stuff.” She smiled to herself.

“Like havin’ the baby scan?” He asked, interested in their conversation.

“Exactly like that.” She nodded.

“I’ll tell ya what, I’ve never seen Lucifer get so funny over a photo!” Mammon laughed, “I tried to have a look at it the other day and he snatched it out of my hands - he now keeps it in a frame in his study.”

“He does?” MC smiled. She hadn’t even thought what he’d do with it.

“Yeah? Didn’t ya know?” Mammon asked surprised.

“No I didn’t...but I haven’t actually seen him since the scan. We’ve been talking from time to time but then he’ll get caught up with something.” She sighed, “But I’m happy he’s making small time for me now. I was beginning to think he’d never talk to me again.”

“Sounds like Lucifer.” Mammon nodded, “if it makes ya feel better he hasn’t even had time for us brothers either and we’re far more important. I can’t remember the last time he ate with us!”

“Sounds like Diavolo’s really working him hard...” MC sighed to herself. She understood that Lucifer made a pledge to him and went behind his back to see her but surely even Diavolo would understand how important it is for Lucifer to spend time with his baby? ‘Perhaps deep down he doesn’t even want it and this is all just one big excuse’

“Speaking of which, how is it livin’ with the Prince? You gotten used to it yet?” Mammon asked, changing the subject slightly, distracting MC from her thoughts.

“I don’t think I could ever get used to living here.” She chuckled, glancing at the room, “it’s nice though.” She nodded, “Diavolo takes good care of me, he’s been there for me a lot considering he’s the Prince of Devildom. Oh! He was actually really sweet the other day: when I came home from the doctors I showed him my scan and he was really happy! He told me mine and the baby’s souls are radiating.” She rambled with a big grin on his face.

The last part of her sentence caught his attention.

Turning his head to her, he arched an eyebrow. “He said what?” He asked unsure. Mammon couldn’t believe the words that fell from her mouth.

“Mine and the baby’s souls are radiating.” She repeated with a smile, “don’t you feel it too?”

‘He can sense her soul?’

“I—er of course!” He mumbled awkwardly.

“Why are you going all weird for?” She scoffed amused, “it’s only Diavolo - you don’t have to get funny about him.”

Realising how obvious his awkward reaction was, Mammon quickly snapped out of his mood. “Sorry! Guess I’m just not used to him gettin’ to spend all this time with ya.” He covered smoothly. “Ya better not be here too long!”

“I know.” MC said with sad eyes, placing a hand on top of his. He quickly glanced up to meet her eyes. “I hope it won’t be forever.”

-

Mammon marched through the door to the House of Lamentation. His face was sheer panic as he frantically rushed through the hallways, running toward Lucifer’s study. As soon as he reached it, he practically fell into the room with a deep breath.

“Mammon? What is the meaning of this?!” Lucifer asked sternly, surprised to be seeing his brother.

“Ya gotta listen to me!” Mammon cried, hastily making his way to Lucifer’s desk, slamming in hands down on the surface, “ya gotta go and see MC.”

“Why?” Lucifer asked, immediately concerned as he stood up. “Is it the baby?”

“No.” Mammon panted, “it’s Diavolo.”

“Diavolo?” Lucifer questioned, his face scrunching as he did so.

“I think he’s in love with MC!” Mammon exclaimed.

“In love?! What brought you to this ridiculous conclusion?” Lucifer seethed, trying to convince himself that Mammon was being overly dramatic and had gotten completely the wrong end of the stick.

“MC told me today that Diavolo could sense her soul and the baby’s.” Mammon spoke quickly.

“She did? What else did she say?” Lucifer asked with wide eyes.

“Nothing.” Mammon breathed, “I think she’s forgotten what it means - she seems to think all demons can sense souls.”

“They can.” Lucifer sighed, “when they’re in love...” His face was hard as he glared down at his desk, collecting his thoughts. “Are you certain this is what she said?” He asked, his voice suddenly quiet.

“Well yeah, MC told me herself.” Mammon shrugged.

Lucifer ran a stressed hand through his black hair. He knew there was something odd going on with the Prince but he never expected it to be this. “There has to be an explanation.” Lucifer sighed.

“Well if ya think that’s true go and talk to Diavolo! Ask him straight up.” Mammon insisted. “Ya don’t wanna lose MC to the Prince of Devildom...how are ya supposed to compete with him?!”

“That’s not helpful, Mammon.” Lucifer shook his head, face palming.

“Never mind what I’m saying! What are ya still doin’ here?!”

“I’m going to the palace. You’re now in charge of dinner duty.” Lucifer stated as he made his way over to the door.

Mammon would usually object but on this occasion he allowed it. All he wanted was for his older brother to be happy - he’d never forgive himself if Diavolo stole MC from him and he did nothing to stop it.

-

“So what brings you here, Lucifer?” Diavolo asked as he shut thr notepad he had in front of him. “I presume you didn’t come here just to talk about your duties.” He spoke with an arched eyebrow.

“Forgive me My Lord, I was hoping to speak to you about MC.” Lucifer breathed cautiously. “I understand you’ve been taking care of her for some time now...” he was hesitant to continue. Just Diavolo’s cold glare was enough to make him want to go back on himself. “I’d just like to know she’s in safe hands.”

“You’re questioning me now?” Diavolo asked surprised before chuckling, “Lucifer please, she’s safe here. I have Barbatos waiting on her on hand and feet - she has everything she could ever ask for.”

“So you’re happy for her to stay with you? I understand that her return to Devildom was unexpected and it was a very rash decision for her to stay at the palace.” Lucifer spoke slowly, “I hope this isn’t too much trouble.”

“Trouble? How could I see it as trouble when it was myself who insisted she stayed?” Diavolo eyed him. He leant forward in his seat, leaning his forearms on the desk. “Unless...that’s not what you’re really asking me?” He asked quietly, a dark glint in his eyes. “What is it you’d really like to know, Lucifer?”

“Do you love her?” He asked abruptly.

Diavolo remained cool despite the interrogation. “Love her?” He questioned with a chuckle, “Lucifer you understand I brought MC into my home to protect her and that baby because your child is the key to our realm uniting with the humans?” He asked offended. “I don’t appreciate you taking my gesture as a ploy to push you out and romance her. My true care is the realm.”

Lucifer suddenly felt stupid when he heard Diavolo say it back to him. He cursed himself for listening to Mammon.

“I understand that you’ve had doubts about MC and her pregnancy but to make these accusations about me to try and distract yourself from your own fears is not the way to go about things.” Diavolo spoke calmly. “MC is here because it’s the safest place she could be. Your baby won’t be harmed for as long as she’s under my roof.”

Lucifer was quiet for a moment, feeling ashamed. “I apologise, My Lord. It would seem my own worries have clouded my judgement.”

“As I thought.” He nodded, “Is that all?”

“That is all.” He sighed, “I’m going to stop in and see MC and then I’ll be off.”

“You may stay for dinner if you wish?” Diavolo offered.

“No thank you. Unfortunately I am still making my way through the reports that you gave me.”

Diavolo nodded as Lucifer left the room. His stare remained on the door as the eldest brother disappeared. His heartbeat was a little quicker than usual as his gaze flickered across the room.

Lucifer shook his head as he approached MC’s room. He felt absolutely mortified after the conversation he’d just had with Diavolo. If there was anything that could take his mind off things though it was the human hiding in the depths of the palace.

Her door was open when he appeared. As soon as he entered the room he could see her out on the balcony; hands resting on the railings as the breeze blew through her hair. A smile crept onto his face as he stepped through the room, relief filling his body as he came into contact with her.

“Long time no see.” He spoke softly, leaning against the doorframe to the balcony.

MC spun around as she heard his voice. She had a wide smile on her face as she approached him. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see Diavolo and couldn’t leave without seeing you.”

The gesture made her heart feel warm. She wasted no time wrapping her arms around him. His whole body eased when she embraced him; it was the first time he’d felt relaxed since his conversation with Mammon.

The pair of them pulled out of their embrace and moved back into the bedroom. Laying on her bed, they faced each other as they began conversing. While MC was speaking, Lucifer’s eyes kept trailing to her prominent bump. MC noticed that he kept staring but didn’t say anything.

“How have you been?” She asked him softly as she tilted her head.

“Bu—“

“Busy?” She answered for him with a laugh, “I thought so.”

“I am trying, MC.” He sighed, feeling his heart sink a little.

“I know you are - and I appreciate it.” She nodded sincerely. She was about to say something else but after feeling a new sensation in her stomach, she quickly forgot all about what she wanted to talk back. “Oh!” She smiled, confusing Lucifer. Before he could ask what on Earth was happening, she grabbed his hand and pulled it toward her. “Feel this.” She insisted, as she placed his palm around the curve of her bump.

Lucifer’s body froze as he felt it. Nerves began lacing throughout him as he held her belly. As he waited for movement, his heart was racing. ‘What if the baby stops kicking now that I’m holding her?’

With an incredibly worried expression, Lucifer’s hand remained on MC. But suddenly, he felt a small force against him. It was only little, bit he could feel the movement as the baby stretched. His breath hitched in his throat. MC was surprised by the unsure look he had on his face but she put it down to the fact he’d never felt anything like this before.

Letting out a shaky breath, Lucifer’s eyes met hers. “There it is.”