Kaz: he wasn’t going to customize it much, because y’know, keep em guessing, but he wanted to get rid of the default screen, so he went to see if any of the pre-loaded options were a darker color. then he saw that one of them was a black bird’s wing and he was like “oh shit. that’s my #aesthetic” and it’s pretty much been that ever since
Inej: a group selfie of her, Nina, and Jesper doing Blue Steel-esque faces. in the corner of the photo is a fuzzy black blur that is Kaz, completely ignoring Jesper’s “Kaz!! selfie! look up!!” (it’s prior to Wylan and Matthias’s addition to the group but she loves that photo so much, it would be a bummer to change it.)
Nina: she changes it all the time. some favorites include: her and Inej wearing sunglasses and too-cool-for-you expressions; an unflattering photo of Matthias caught off guard; a cup of hot chocolate being held by hands engulfed in the cuffs of a bulky sweater; a flowery background with “i do what i want” in a digital speech bubble on top.
Matthias: it used to be that his lock screen and home screen were both a snowy mountain landscape view; Nina bugged him about being boring, and after a while he changed it so the lock screen was a sweet picture of her smiling (he did not show her for like a week)
Wylan: a picture of him making an exaggerated surprised/happy face when Jesper kisses his cheek. Inej sees it first and actually groans out loud because it’s so cute; the noise catches Jesper’s attention so he looks over at it and says “oh my god you’re so fucking gay.”
Jesper: it used to be like a really good selfie of himself. like, the kind of selfie that is flattering and also shows of your personality, the kind you post to three different social media apps and reblog if it doesn’t get enough notes. (“oh my god, your lock screen is yourself?” inej scoffs. “that’s so vain.”/“but look how good this selfie is.”/“damn. you’re right.”) but then one day he takes a photo of Wylan doing something that captures his full attention (flute? equation? something sciencey? idk), and he looks at it and is like “goddamnit, this is such a great photo.” he puts a bunch of heart eyes/heart/gay couple emojis on top and sets that as his lock screen instead.
A/N: angst :): btw this was supposed to be posted tomorrow but it’s already the 26th in a lot of the world.
The streets of Paris never seemed so unfamiliar to him. The dim streetlights made the rain-slicked streets practically glow and the usual bustle of people were not gallivanting around the city. Everything seemed dead. Maybe it was the crushing feeling in his chest that made everything feel so drastically different, or maybe it was because most people didn’t wander the streets of Paris at one in the morning.
“Hey guys!” My browsing was interrupted by Phil’s voice. He must be making a video. “So, do you remember when Dan and I made that ‘Punk Edits In Real Life’ video? When I had that awesome dragon neck tattoo?” I smirked to myself. It had taken me hours to get him to wash that off. “Well today I thought we would recreate another edit! Dan!”
Curious, I walked into Phil’s room. He hadn’t told me he needed me for his video. Phil immediately pulled me down onto the bed beside him, not giving me any explanation before continuing.
“Today, Dan and I are going to become pastel edits!” He grinned my way. I groaned, trying to inch out of the camera frame, only for him to pull me back in.
“Phil! You know I hate colour!” I hissed into his ear. His smile only grew wider at my words.
“Please? It’ll be fun!” He whispered back gleefully. I shook my head, trying once again to flee. His grip pulled me closer to him, so close that his breath washed over my ear. “I promise we can do whatever YOU want later…” My face reddened as I imagined what that meant. Taking my sudden blush as consent, he turned back to the camera.
“Ok, so I have a picture of the two of us here… I’ll put it on the screen so you guys can see it.” He held up his phone for my eyes. The two of us stood in what appeared to be a flowery background, dressed head to toe in bright colours. Phil was wearing a minty green sweater, with jeans and a yellow flower crown. I, however, was clad in pink.
“I am not wearing that!” I exclaimed, pushing his phone away. Phil’s features took on a determined tone immediately. He picked up a box from beside the bed, setting it on my lap.
“Put it on.” He ordered. I stared grumpily down at the so-not-black attire. Pushing it away with a huff, I shook my head. “Daniel…” He warned. “You’re not going to like the other option.” I shook my head stubbornly again.
I heard clothes rustling beside me. Out of the corner of my eyes I spotted Phil pulling his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. I raked my eyes over the familiar skin. Ignoring my obvious staring, Phil pulled a green sweater over his head, hiding himself from my view. I pouted.
Phil tried to give the clothes to me one more time. “This is your last chance. Easy way or hard way?” I snickered silently to myself. I would pick 'hard’ Phil any day.
Phil sighed. And then his hands were on my shoulders, and he was pulling himself into my lap, his thighs on either side of my hips. I swallowed nervously as our gazes met. Surely he isn’t going to-
I gasped as his lips came into contact with my neck, my arms immediately fisting into his sweater. “Ph-Phil…” I stuttered uselessly, already rendered defenseless. His lips smouldered as they moved up, settling just under my left ear and biting down. I barely even registered that his hands were finding their way under my shirt until he pulled it off of me, his mouth breaking contact as it went over my head.
He grabbed a rose pink, oversized sweater from the box, giving me a slightly evil smirk before grinding down into my lap. My vision blurred. Phil picked up a slow, steady rhythm, grabbing my wrists and pulling them through the sleeves effortlessly, as my arms were limp with pleasure. He then proceeded to slip the fabric up my arms and over my head, before finally letting it settle onto my torso.
And then his touch was gone. I was left panting and hot as he slipped a flower crown onto his head, using his camera as a mirror as he adjusted his fringe until it was presentable. Then he placed one onto my hair, which was already curling from how sweaty I had become.
“My little pastel hobbit.” He grinned at me. I shot a glare his way, earning a chuckle.
“I hate you…” I muttered. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a side hug.
“Your body says otherwise.” He smirked, glancing down at the tent in my jeans. My face flushed deep red as I noticed the camera still recording. The fans were going to have an absolute field day with this.
As if reading my mind, Phil let go of my shoulders, letting a couple inches separate us. “I’ll edit it out, don’t worry.” He shot another smirk my way. The rest of the video continued like this, with Phil using kisses and touches to make me go along with him, then promising to remove it later.
By the end I was a mess, my hair long since plastered to my forehead and so curly I looked like a soggy poodle. My clothes were rumpled and sweaty, my jeans straining. I couldn’t have been more relieved when Phil finally turned off the camera.
The instant he sat back down, I pounced, pulling him on top of me as I layed down across his bedspread. A filthy smirk found its way to his lips.
“You look good in pink, Daniel.” I shot a weak glare his way. Phil leaned in close, purposely letting his breath was across my lips. “But I think you look best in nothing, don’t you agree?” I moaned at his words, already so far gone from all of his teasing.
Let’s just say there’s a reason we never wore those sweaters again….
can we talk about a saiki and mob psycho crossover
Huh-YES we can!
So I have no clue where Spice City sits in relation to the rest of Japan, and I wasn’t paying enough attention to get where Saiki lives, either. Whoops. But lets assume that the two live relatively close, but not so close that Mob’s antenna would pick up Saiki.
One of Saiki’s most completely OP abilities is to convince every single person on Earth that something is true if he so desires it, and then change reality to match his desires and imagination. However, as we’ve seen in MP100, strong enough ESPers are essentially impervious to outside influence that is a certain level below their’s. In this case, this wouldn’t matter much as Saiki is demi-god level psychic, however, I figure that Mob’s strong auto-aura plus his natural hyper-denseness make him largely immune to these changes. This natural immunity has a slight field of effect so that Spice City has a lower incidence of the changes that Saiki made (aka weird hair colors and senses of style, a slightly slower healing effect, buildings take longer to repair, clothes can be torn away from crotches re:Teru).