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Musa has never been much of a social media type of girl.
Sure, just like every other teenager at Alfea she had them: Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, you name it. But that didn’t mean she was a fan.
She had never understood the hype of constantly publishing photos and details about your life to a bunch of nobodies you didn't even know.
Musa believed that being an empath had always heavily impacted on that.
She saw people post about how fantastic their day was going while at the same time Musa found herself practically drowning in their sadness, anger, anxiety or any other variant.
She saw couples get constant praise about how picture perfect they were while watching the same couple lust over and make out with other people to the point it was sickening. During the brief period where she forced a relationship with Sam, she hadn’t felt the need or want to post a single photo of him or with him.
So yeah, social media didn’t tend to be very funny when you were constantly reminded by your own powers of the hypocrisy and fakeness of it. Which took us back to the fact that Musa very rarely used hers, Stella often complained to her about how her Instagram feed was basically wasteland.
Her boyfriend, on the other hand, had basically an ocean of photos. Aside from not having the whole empath problem on the equation, Riven liked to take photos and he had a certain passion for sharing them with the world. Which brought her to her current predicament.
“Musa...Mu...Muse...Pixie...Shortcake?”
“What the hell do you want Riven? I'm trying to finish this essay for Palladium before he gives me a gigantic F.” She answers without looking up from the computer’s screen.
“Look at me, looooook at meeeeee” He keeps poking her leg from his place at the bed’s foot until she has enough and concedes, only to find herself face to face with the camera lens of Riven’s phone.
“Wha-?”
“Smile!” And before she can blink, a flash goes off, indicating that the bastard has taken a picture of her.
“Hey!” Putting her laptop aside she makes the motion to grab his phone but even half lying down the asshole manages to raise his arm high enough that she can't reach it. Damn her small height!
“Oh, don't be like that Shortcake, you looked adorable.” And after much struggle and almost falling off the bed she finally manages to lower his arm enough so she can snatch the phone from his hands.
After grabbing the phone, she scoots back to her place at the other end of the bed, and does damage control. She has to give it to her boyfriend though, he wasn’t lying, she does look cute in the photo. Her face is one of adorable confusion and a little bit of exasperated fondness for the cameraman.
She looks up from the screen to see the idiot in question with a smug look on his face, as if daring her to refute his early statement. Begrudgingly she grumbles her agreement that yeah, the picture is not that bad, while giving him the phone back. Of course this only makes the bastard smirk even more.
Giving him back the phone turns out to be a mistake. Since as soon as he has it in his hands he aims it at her again and continues his little paparazzi session.
“Stop it!” She says while trying to cover the camera with her hand. However, her tone is teasing and she's already laughing a little, so they both know she’s not really being serious.
“What? Can’t I have pictures of you to get me through the times you abandon me for the merry band of fairies?” He questions while moving himself so now they are laying side by side on the bed.
“First, stop being such a dramatic little shit, I don't abandon you. Second, I'm not a very photogenic person.”
“Agree to disagree. I could stare at you for hours” And of course she blushes at that. Damn him and his ability to be cute when he wants to!
“Shut up” She shoves him a little, which almost makes him fall off the bed. She has to stifle a giggle when he turns to glare at her.
“Ha ha, very funny, but you'll have to pay for that Pixie.” She has no time to defend herself before he's on top of her and tickling her mercilessly.
“Oh my...oh...oh my god...hahaha...sto..stop...stop.” She’s giggling like a lunatic while trying to escape from the torture, but is in vain, and the bastard just stays there just laughing at her and tickling her even more.
“I surrender!...I...I surrender...mercy…” Musa can't stop giggling and she already feels her belly hurting from laughing too much. Thankfully for her, her boyfriend takes pity on her and stops, choosing to simply lay on top of her and snuggle his head on the crook of her neck.
He starts planting little kisses there and it tickles just like when he was having his little revenge. But this is the type of tickle that she absolutely adores.
“Let me take a photo of you” He whispers at the shell of her ear in between kisses. Half a request, half a plea.
“Why are you so hung up on that?” He then lifts himself up so he can stare at her face.
“I wasn't kidding before, I truly just want to have you with me all the time, even if you're not there.”
“You could just take a picture i already have” And he tsks while shaking his head in a mock disapproving way.
“But I want a photo that’s just mine. A moment where you posed for me and only me.” At that he lowers his head to start leaving little pecks all over her face.
“You sure you're not taking this photo just so you can publish on social media?” Her tone grows a little wary and he lifts his head once again to look her in the eye.
“Only if you want to take one for that.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I know it's not really your thing.” He lightly bumps his nose with hers while saying this.
And she's a little touched. Riven has no qualms about sharing certain details about his life with the world, their relationship being a good example. But knowing he respects the fact that she’s not the biggest fan of constantly advertising pictures of them, warms her heart.
She takes his head in between her hands and while leaning to kiss him, she whispers:
“You can take your photo romeo.'' And his giddiness is so strong that it makes her a little dizzy.
He picks up his phone and while she's still under him takes the photo. She gets a little camera shy at the last minute and ends up partially covering her face with her hands. When she tells him that he can try it again, he refutes saying that the picture couldn't be more perfect.
After the first picture, Riven goes into a little photo session spree and ends up having an entire stock of photos of either just her or them together. After, when Musa is scrolling through his photo library, she sees one that catches her attention. It's a selfie in which Riven is hiding in her neck while she has a grin so big that her face looks like it's going to split in two.
“Post this one.” She turns to give him the phone and shows what picture she's talking about.
“Seriously?” And she can see the little twinge of excitement rolling off of him.
“Seriously.” He nods and promises he’ll do it later but that now they have more pressing things to do. They may or may not have ended up making out for a few more hours.
Later, when she's entering her room, her phone pings with a notification. She checks it only to see that Riven has apparently posted the photo. She opens Instagram to see it and the legend Riven put
crymeariven8: My favorite addiction
And she can't help the smile that comes over her face. God, she loves this dork! She decides to give him a little comment back.
musemelody: My favorite symphony
And well, that didn’t mean she's suddenly become a social media lover. But Musa can't lie and say that she minds very much when in the following weeks, more and more pictures and Instagram stories of them start getting posted by both him and her as well.
What can she say? She’s not the biggest fan of Instagram couples, but when it comes to Riven she might just have a little change of heart.