#gender neutral player

[2willowlane]

i've been posting silly crack fanfiction on ao3 lately, and i decided to just upload this on my tumblr. it's inspired off of interstellartoaster's kalampokiphobia: fear of corn, and the mods harvey's irrational apple hatred and harvey hates apples.

fantastic works; mind you.

gender neutral reader, sfw; not really focused on romance, as it is just absurdity

tallying his profit, of which was a big fat zero, harvey sighed; pushing up his glasses. it's been a rather long week for him, considering no one wants to buy those energy tonic muscle whatever medication that he supplies. the only time that anyone has ever purchased such a redundant item from him, was whenever they misclick- accidentally bought it; and then just sold it again. the only way that he'll ever make a good buck out of his pharmaceutical care was if he just eradicated the valley's food supply... of which, did sound tempting, but harvey loves his pickles too much to give them up.

there haven't been any appointments placed recently, so he was having a hard time trying to keep up with the expenses. right now, he could so go for a bottle of fine wine... maybe it's because he's spending too much of his expenses on plane models, rather than actually trying to keep up with all of the financial records, like an actual adult should. huh, what a foreign concept. well, he's just going to go continue complaining about his money situation, until further notice.

with the door opening, he had to them correct his shrimp posture, as he then greeted you, the almost superhuman farmer, into the clinic. normally, you just like to go behind the counter and access rooms that are off-limits to regular patients, but there was something about your gumption that made you so lovable. even if you do tend to barge into private examinations, there was something that made you feel so rebellious; that harvey couldn't help but swoon over you! also, he's a pathetic beanpole of a man, so he'll probably get pummeled into the ground by your combat prowess if he ever rejects your blatant non-filtered view of what "personal space" meant.

you were about to get some items turned into the community center; as you were carrying a basket full of assorted goods (they ranged from something simple to five highly-graded melons, a still-flopping ghostfish, and poisonous mushrooms). oh well, with the poisonous mushrooms, those are harvey's choice of decoration during the autumn seasons; so, the doctor felt rather seen whenever he saw those clumped together. he grimaced at the fish, however. other than that, he was glad to see a good friend pop in now and then; he needed something to spice up his days, and he can always expect you at around 9am, or somehow always being in the places he's trying to go to... coincidence?

normally, you'd stop on buy and get him a coffee. either you've brewed it yourself, or stopped by gus', it was coffee. you wonder how many mugs harvey has, considering you also gift him a free cup alongside the sweet, sweet ground bean liquid. it really wasn't the healthiest thing to drink due to the sugar and caffeine levels, and you were pretty worried for the guy who has been through years and years of intensive schooling to know better about those dietary concerns. you assume he probably only has a cup twice a week, considering you have some type of intergalactic force keeping you from extending that quota.

you had some apples somewhere on your person, and it was probably the only thing he'd like; you'd figure. after all, they're just funky little guys. who doesn't like a good, crisp apple? even though they're supposed to be for the community center, you can always just get one later. you'd give harvey something else, but you decided that he deserved better than just countless upon countless liters of his favourite brew. you knew harvey appreciated a good foraged, natural good—especially with someone locally grown on your acres. fishing out an apple out of your pockets, you then present it to him.

"... i think i may be allergic to this."

as harvey looked like a sad shih tzu puppy, looking off to the side, your heart sank. he was allergic to apples? at first, you really wanted to make fun of him. he seemed like the type of person who'd be allergic to peanut butter, and be the kid that doesn't allow their classmates to bring in anything homemade due to those medical reasons. holding the red delicious apple in your hands, rotating it around in your palm, you decided to test that theory.

"may?" you inquiried, and with a look of horror, harvey began to shudder. yes, he's an anxious man at heart, but due to various interesting cases at the clinic, he's grown insensitive to many things. plus, he's in front of the one and only farmer(tm), and his crush. god, what an embarrassment he is. he didn't want to talk about his irrational hatred for apples; those disgusting overblown flower ovaries called "fruit" just sicken him to death, not to mention that the apples were the first to hate HIM—it wasn't his fault that his body rejects them!

"yes, yes! just- just get it away from me!"

"i don't believe you..."

and that's where you've learnt that the phrase "an apple a day keep the doctor away" was right.

[thatdeadaquarius]

HELP I JUST HAD A THOUGH

WHAT IF

What if....

Blunt reader became a harbinger

I have NO idea how that would go but im here for the crack lol

I BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE-

(and to use this gif more importantly they're all so hot here lol)

Sun: Reader (you/they/them), Blunt Language AU :D

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, crack treated srsly (yes im using ao3 tags atp)

Stars: Harbingers!

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: none known & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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SO thought I’d update anyone missing out bc of the new year but-

I made this silly thing called Blunt Language AU, that was my 1st post for this blog/fandom actually! :D

I’ll link it here, but TLDR: it’s just our modern speech sounding “ancient” to the Teyvatians, who speak really flowery/fluffy/lots of context in comparison!

That’s all you rlly need to know to read this I think, so enjoy! :)

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u fall into Genshin Impact, and Snezhnaya is where you land first type of energy lol

weird golden star falling from the sky? that sounds like a prophecy the Tsaritsa knows abt alright

so they sent Childe, one of the friendliest (if not The Friendliest) Harbinger, to see if it was a valid claim you’d finally descended,

and ofc as soon as the redhead heard you try and talk to him, he knew the claims by the small village nearby (who had taken u in from the cold weather/taken care of you) were legit

pantalone did manage to squeeze some examples of what you’d possibly sound like into his head before he left so while Childe personally has a tough time talking to you, it doesn't mean he’s not willing to try!! >:)

he mostly just kept asking questions forever until he understood what you meant, and as soon he got u were asking abt the Tsaritsa, the other Harbingers, himself, even how to get Sneznayan-made clothes lol

he was like: 👀👀👀???!!!!

it wasn't so much recruitment at first as it was “omg the exalted one wishes to learn abt us, the Tsaritsa and her Harbingers? abt me?? well would your highness like to come to our palace perchance???!!!!”

= have u ever been seduced and worshipped by a god and her country?? would you like to- ??? ← Childe actually

and with that convinces you to come straight to the Harbingers/Tsaritsa’s very home

No, you’re not just spoiled.

No, you’re not just pampered.

You are cosseted and coveted.

The Tsaritsa makes her first in person appearance to the people in decades to personally announce your return, and to get a festival going to literally parade you into the capital lol

And tbh it was kind of shocking how quickly the people of Snezhnaya are able to whip out the party supplies, within days of traveling via horses/sleds/carriage/trains all kinds of transportation, u arrived at the capital in full swing of a parade for you

The Tsaritsa herself in what looks like a genshin-ified kokoshnik, the elaborate headress draped with a veil so thin it looks like frost covering her face,

flocked on either side by her harbingers in full (kinda goth) ceremonial outfits waiting on your arrival too

needless to say you are properly smitten intimidated

and you stay nervous around them for the first few days or so,

that is before you run into the weekly, what you would call “family dinner nights”, but they call “dinner reports”…

in which Childe, the only one you’d been comfortable enough around to be a bit more genuine to, and surprisingly the only one to quickly adapt to your speech after traveling with you for days, would translate for you what tf you were saying to them vs. what everyone at the table was saying to you/around you

you would also like to propose other titles for these weekly dinner meetings you’re invited to, aka “family feud dinner night/family fight night/harbinger on harbinger hate night/fruit on fruit crimes, if you will” 💀

the Tsaritsa is just peacefully talking to you abt any and everything, bc ofc Pierro’s on her right, and ur on her left

(she and Pierro are surprisingly soft spoken, very polite, and able to say something interesting/take an interest in whatever subject you all end up on)

u don't think you've ever been more comfortable and on such equal footing around ppl sm older than you (what are older ppl to you, but to them ur literally fucking eldritch with how ancient u are, and u can tell with how they treat u like it lmao)

hard cut back to the rest of the table:

an argument that just gets louder and louder has broken out between Childe, Dottore, La Signora, and Pantalone abt who should get free time with you first/get to do smth with you first as you get over ur adjustment period here, Childe has taken his butter knife to throw and just barely missed Dottore’s eye, and it is now embedded in the back of his fancy chair (the servants placing down dinner courses just move abt w/the most bored expressions on their faces)

(u send half the table if this group gets out of hand and u just: “Please shut the fuck up, each of ur comebacks take 30 minutes and it’s killing me” 💀 bc they're the most likely to understand u too, even Pierro/Capitano/Pulcinella chuckle a little, and u think the Tsaritsa smirked under her veil)

ur honestly too scared to see what Scarmouche, Sandrone, and Arlecchino are arguing about, because they're arguing so silently further down the table. They have murder in their eyes.

Columbina and Capitano are having a peaceful collab over weapons, armor, and clothing to offer you, Pulcinella is close enough to both participate in that convo and in you, Pierro, and the Tsaritsa’s convos too

by the 2nd week you've decided to choose chaos, and get them to play board games together sometimes (they cant all make it all the time, tbh u don't know if u can handle that either) but groups of them will play at a time

u remembered early on what a dick Dottore was, and sentenced asked if he’d like to play this new board game called “Monopoly” from ur world with Childe, Pantalone, Pierro, Arlecchino, La Signora, and Scaramouche all together :)

(so what ur trying to bring khaenri’ah part 2 down on his head as punishment?? u owe scara and collei that at least)

Columbina is more than happy to help get you Harbinger-like clothes to wear since ur so interested in the style!! (yes yesss get converted, she already has a title picked out for you)

she also giggles anytime u talk abt whether u like an outfit or not, bc u just “no thank you I’d rather wear a trash bag than that shirt, but lets try another?”

meanwhile the tailors in the background u could literally edit them to one of those videos where it just zooms in on their faces with a vine boom of shock

like Pierro, ur unranked, just above the other Harbingers really, as it wouldn't do to make you the 12th Harbinger or smth

the names they gave you being, “The Playwright” or “The Renaissance” or even “Drammaturgo”

(pls anyone who speaks Italian correct if I'm wrong ToT )

ok but the first time, unsurprisingly, one of them got snappy with you, likely Scara I would think,

Scaramouche, pissy: “And what shall we do if it appears our almighty god is perhaps a descender who is entirely human? Why I dare say you’d be transgressing on privileges that were never yours to begin with!”

Every other Harbinger, the Tsaritsa herself, the servants, the frost on the walls: 😶😦😨😶‍🌫️

You, unbothered, still eating and fully expecting this moment: “I don't want to hear it from someone who has god-mommy issues. You shouldn’t have an opinion about me, ur biased.”

yeah, so obviously, they’re emotionally all attached now whether they know it or not, and this was of course the moment they realized they're god would fit in so perfectly here

(the other nations are going to have to pry you from Snezhnaya from their cold dead hands, esp since u now have legal deniability to visit bc ur technically a Harbinger, only commanded by her majesty lol)

(Scaramouche, Arlecchino, and Sandrone were fighting about who gets the room nearest to your quarters lol)

(Capitano won, somehow??)

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sorry ive been slow lately guys, been just trying to work on alllll the fics these past weeks/days/however long its been??

anyway had the shift from hell last week so wish me luck with work this week if u see this 😭

hope u enjoyed this old ask/crack treated srsly post orah!! :D

Safe Travels,

💀♒

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@kiyomi-uchiha777

[prttykittes]

I THOUGHT WE COULD KISS TONIGHT !

Yandere!Victim of playing x Player!Reader

cw. angst, smut, player, heartbreaker, character is a vitcim of being played with, I don't know what it's called! notes: I have no idea what to call someone who has been with a player (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Yandere!Victim who heart breaks when he sees you, hugging someone else then him. He knows that your player but why can't you just not be one!

Yandere!Vitctim who wants to kill everyone else when he sees them with you, he wants you to hold him and use him! Gosh, why can't you go back to him!

Yandere!Vitctim who wants you to touch his dick, and play with it! He wants you to rub and play with his cock, he wants your mouth back on it!

Yandere!Vitctim who strokes his dick as he tries his best to make it look pretty, he wants you to be impressed with him!

Yandere!Vitctim who prepared himself when he sees you walking towards him, he can feel his pants tighten up, he can feel his dick already getting hard.

Yandere!Vitctim who nearly bursts into tears and nearly cums when you say that, you want to have sex with him! He's been edging himself and he couldn't even cum without you!

Yandere!Vitctim who lets you play with him, playing with his body, mind and his dick. Which leaks for you, his dick is leaking out so mucch!!

Yandere!Vitctim who is in pure bliss when you finally let him cum! It's the best climax he ever had in his whole life!! Tears go down his face as he finishes, painting his stomach white as he breathes heavily.

Yandere!Vitctim who shakes in excitement when you tell him that he could fuck you, like last time but this time. He could paint your walls white with his seed!

Yandere!Vitctim who touches himself and wishes that he recorded you moaning, and remembering when he came inside of you, some of his seed leaking out your hole!

Yandere!Vitctim who painfully waits for you, to come back to him, waiting as you have fun with other people. He watches you as you ignore him, and again. It always ends up the same, you have sex with him. You ignore him until weeks later, oh well! He can have sex with you that's what it matters!

[lovelylittlelevity]

MK Meeting You For The First Time

Here's the reaction image at the end if someone wants to use it!:

[crack-canon]

As a human, I’d bring back ripped jeans just to piss off or confuse the proper Majiri

Cuz so far, ripped jeans/pants don’t seem to be a major style

**Cuz I can admit ripped jeans would be ultimately useless. Like tf you running around Palia has a farmer and forager in jeans that expose your thighs to the elements

***But also, Jel curiously slipping their fingers through one of the many holes and carefully holding your thigh with those slender fingers. You’re sat on his shop desk, giving you barely a slight height advantage

****Jel’s eyes drift down as they carefully slid a finger across your skin while his thumb brushes your inner thigh on the outside of your pants. He looks up at you through lowered lashes when he felt your thigh twitch, your legs closing just a little under his look

[ghostking4m]

Rejection Is Just Redirection

Luke Hughes x reader

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Listen, you didn’t really need college. You broke into the entertainment industry at 16, so college was just a plan b you put on the back burner. Being one of the most famous names and faces in the entire world, you easily had enough money to afford college, so why not give it a shot? After all, your boyfriend went to college, though he did kind of drop out to play hockey.

Once you made up your mind that you’d be going back to school, your next step what choosing your major and what schools to apply to. You write songs and sometimes write poems and books, so maybe English or journalism? Maybe Communications would help you answer some of the dodgy questions the paparazzi ask you. Heck, even political science or economics or business would be a good idea. They would allow you to make a difference in the world. Business sounds like a safe choice. You could do a lot with a business degree. Now to apply to schools.

So here’s the thing, you’re finally in a real relationship that you really don’t want to mess up. Staying in LA would allow you to go to school and continue working, so you could still be in the limelight when you want to be. USC and UCLA would be great choices for that and they’re extremely accredited schools. However, maybe Rutgers is the school you should choose, since it’s close to Luke. NYU might even be an interesting choice since it wouldn’t raise too many questions if you’re going to school in the city because you want to or if it’s because you want to be closer to your boyfriend. It has always been your dream school when you were a kid. Well, it’s decided then!

You honestly weren’t expecting the application and admissions process to be so complicated and grueling. It’s like the education system is trying to torture kids to see who would come out on top as the victor. College really is like the Hunger Games, isn’t it? You hadn’t the slightest idea of how to fill out your major requirement classes or send your high school transcript to the admissions office and your essays were mid at best. You’re a celebrity, it’s not like you needed to try all that hard to graduate high school since you did homeschooling since you were 16. Though, you gotta admit that the feeling of finally being done with the application process was a relief. It’s just a waiting game now for admissions decisions.

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“T-minus 2 hours until decisions come out. You nervous?” Luke asked as you guys were laying on the couch before he had to go to practice.

“A little, but it’s not the end of the world if I don’t get in. I mean, i’ve already got my career, so why would I worry about getting in so that I could work more to get a degree that would allow me to work even more? Why did i do this again?” you questioned back, joking with him. “If I don’t get in, I’ll just grab my bag and go back to LA and star in the highest grossing movie of the decade… again”

Luke laughed at your comment, despite hearing the quiet hesitation in your voice. He didn’t realize how much you actually wanted to get in. He didn’t know how much you wanted to prove that you’re more than just some face in gossip magazines or the most talked about name in the headlines. You wanted to be seen and treated like a person, someone who people respected because you worked just as hard as they did to get to the same place as them. You always advocated for equality for everyone and yet people always worshipped you and put you on a pedestal.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” he countered.

“I’m not sure yet. Part of me regrets applying, because I don’t want to get in for nepotism or for being famous, but I also want to get in, because I want to make everyone proud of me.” You replied.

It broke Luke’s heart a little to hear you talk about this in the way you are, because how could anyone not be proud of you and what you accomplished at such a young age? You had 6 Oscars, 4 Emmys, the most nominations at the Grammy’s this year, and you were named the most powerful person of the year by Time Magazine, Forbes Magazine, AND Vogue. You were a sensation that was still only just beginning. You had the entire world eating in the lam of your hand.

“Well, no matter what happens, I’m proud of you for trying. You don’t need college, but I applaud your efforts anyway. You could honestly be anything you want, be anyone you want, all you have to do is try and not everyone can do that.” He said, and his heart absolutely MELTED at the tiny smile you tried to hide by hiding your face further in his chest.

He heard you mumble the most adorable, embarrassed “Thanks” from his chest and he couldn’t help but giggle.

“Let’s not think about it for a while, please?” you asked, politely.

“Ok. We can just rewatch the movie where you play a real life version of one of the most famous dolls in the world.” He says, purposefully teasing you!!

“Oh God.” You laughed out.

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You held your breath as you opened the email concealing your admissions decisions. It felt as if the world was telling everyone to be quiet and listen.

“I got it.” You whispered as quietly as possible.

“You got in?!” Luke shouted, jumping nearly 7 feet high as he got up to look at you.

“No. I got the email that says if I got in or not.” You answered.

“Oh. Sorry for freaking out.” He looks away, slightly embarrassed. You give him a small look and smile full of adoration before turning back to your phone.

“Here goes nothing.” You say as you click on the email. “What? I don’t get it? Oh! I have to log into the admissions portal in order to see the decision.”

You click on the portal login link and enter your login id username and password, fingers slightly trembling with anticipation. Hesitantly, you click on the link that states “An update has been made about your decision.”

Taking a deep breath, you read a letter that says:

“Dear Y/n, Thank you for applying to New York University. We are humbled by the overwhelming interest in attending NYU and the outstanding quality of the applications we received this year. After careful consideration and thorough examination, it is with regret we must inform you were are unable to offer you admission for the Fall 2024 semester.”

“I didn’t get in.” You confessed barely loud enough for a mouse to hear.

Instantly, Luke had his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, fiercely protective. You were so disappointed that you weren’t even crying, almost as if you were expecting to be rejected.

“Whatever. Fuck them anyway. They didn’t deserve you to begin with. You belong somewhere like UMich or in an Ivy League school. You’re too good for them.” He tries to reassure you. “Look at it this way, you can continue doing what you love most and stay here with me. In the end, you learned something.”

“And what’s that?” you questioned him.

“Rejection is just redirection, that’s all. College wasn’t in the cards for you and life thinks you’re better off in the spotlight, making more money in a single year than those lousy admissions officers make in their entire lives. You were meant to be somebody great. You ARE somebody great and you’re becoming somebody even more perfect than I ever thought possible.”

His words struck a chord in your heart so deeply that you couldn’t help but hold on to him for dear life. You felt your eyes begin to prick with tears. As the first one fell out of your right eye, you knew automatically that they were tears of joy. Your heart swelled with pride and love for Luke as you laughed into his chest.

“Yeah. Fuck them. I don’t need them. I’m a star! You’re all I need.” You teased back. Deep down, you were incredibly disappointed, but Luke’s words of affirmation and love meant more to you than the rejection letter did. Nothing could beat that.

“That’s right, baby.” He laughed as he tighten his grip over you. He gently kissed the top of your head and repeated quiet “I love you’s” for at least 10 minutes.

“What time is it?” You asked.

“It’s…5:30.” He responded gently leaning over to turn on his phone to check. “Oh Shit! I’m gonna be late!”

“Go! Go! Go!” You laughed at him.

God, this boy. You thought, shaking your head. That’s MY boy.

[hexxter]

Damn 😔

My player

[qsmplover]

Hi! Could you do some Headcanons for federation!Reader x Cellbit please?

"Thank you for being with me"

Cellbit x Federation!Reader.

I didn't know if you meant 'someone that is part of the federation' or 'someone that FAKES being part of the federation' [Spy] and as I wanted some fluff and not angst, I decided to do the second option - If you want the first, please tell me! And also, I think it's noticeable that I'm a simp for him.

Solo headcanons.

I'm a full believer that Cellbit love language is words of affirmation and acts of service.

Cellbit is loyal to you and won't let anyone know your secrets.

Because you are part of the federation for 'same' motives, he would let you close.

He would only trully trust you if you showed him your plans and cover things for him.

He has loyalty issues, he was betrayed 4 times [2 in Jail (People used him to escape without him) and 2 times nowadays (Max - Lying - and Forever/Richarlyson - Blackmail)]

Please tell this man that he doesn't need to change to be perfect. He needs confirmation that he is doing the right thing.

Be aware that he doesn't need words to feel your love... If you just hug him to death, he is going to feel it.

He doesn't like PDA, even in his 'Villain ARC'.

Would hold your hand 24/7 just to protect you... [That's a half lie]

Imagine:

 Working for the federation, you didn't think that you would happen to… Meet a really interesting individual. One that loves enigmas, loves to be part of this whole story and to discover even more about anything in his way… He was one of the few that you knew that could happen to be a threat to the federation.

 You weren’t surprised when he started his ‘Villain arc’, going out of his way to… Act bad… After all, it was all an act.

 You knew the truth about his act - They were the same reason for you to join the federation, he just needed to be stronger and smarter than you… After all, when you join this thing… You can only wish to be stronger.

 When you look at Cellbit, you see a strong mind… But what about his strenght?

 There were very strong individuals and you felt like it was your destiny. You could teach him some stuff you know and he would be your… Duo for now. If you can protect him and he can protect you, that would be enough.

 Cellbit was in front of you, the federation accepted him as a part of it and he was currently understanding how this all works… You asked the others to let you guide Cellbit and, because you are "trustable" for them, they let you… And now, you need to be sure about your next words.

 "...Cellbit. Interesting" You repeated his name, picking his interest as he looked at you "That is all an act, isn't it?" You could see that he had 0 reactions to that phrase, but before he could say something - you cut him off "No need to lie for me. I'm no different from you… I'm also someone who is currently planning to destroy the Federation."

 Cellbit didn't seem to believe in you, because he said: "I don't know why you think that it was an act… Do you really think I would leave everything behind?!"

 "Don't be defensive now…" You took a paper out of your bag, and gave it to him. "That paper has everything you need to know… Hope you can trust me a bit. After all, I’m no different to you… And you will notice it."

 He started reading the paper in silence, it was almost like he wasn’t believing your words still… But - at the end of the paper - he smiled and just looked at you.

 “I shall believe in you…” Those were the words that marked your relationship with him.

 After this day, you two become closer and closer… To a point that you could only trust him and he can only trust you, it didn’t matter his other friend's opinion in this matter… They don’t know about the danger that the federation is, they don’t acknowledge that if the federation notices that he still loves them…

Bônus.

He wasn’t feeling well today… - Actually he wasn’t feeling well for weeks. He was in his… Bed, alone and with a photo of him and Richas [with his friend's face covered in ink]... He needed to do that, but now… After so long, he can’t seem to remember their faces… The only face he can remember is Felps and… Well, yours.

 He did not even react when you knocked at his door, just answered with ‘It’s open’ and continued to look at the photo.

 “Cellbit.” You called for him, he finally looked at you and waited for you to continue while you closed the door “Do you need a hug?” After a long time, knowing each other, trusting each other… And knowing that you could only reach out for the other… You two become closer than you have imagined… Cellbit wasn’t too affectionate, his way of showing that he cares about you is far different from that…

 But now, he doesn’t care.

 He doesn’t care if the federation sees or hear it.

 “I miss them, [name]” He said as he pulled you into a tight hug “I miss them more than anything…” “...It’s going to be over soon… And you will finally go back to them…” When you said this, Cellbit distanced himself a bit and looked at you - he was still with that stupid “toaster looking glasses” but he immediately took them off. “With you… I’m going back with you.” He corrected you and kissed your lips “Thank you, [Name]... For being with me.”

[bloodymiso]

jump shot!!!

hobie brown x gn!basketball player!reader hcs mentions of injury, some swear words, sfw

i had a competition yesterday and thoughts ensued. ig reader just plays basketball for fun as a college sport, not professionally or anything. reader started playing in hs and continued through college:) pavitr ver coming soon!

hes so supportive like babygirl goes to ALL of your games

he tried to understand the rules of basketball so he wouldnt be shouting “FOUL!” all the time like a dumbass

h. “youre telling me you cant move while givin’ a screen?” r. “yeah so you arent the first to make contact with the opponent, if you do its a foul.” h. “that’s stupid”

ofc games are kinda rare cause who tf wants to hold college sports competitions

when he met your team, they lowkey BEGGED him to join(as if he could) because of his body proportions

long arms, long legs, bro was perfect

ygs like making bottlecap pins together so he made you one w a silly lil basketball

now its your goodluck charm:3

assuming youre pretty much his height and size, sometimes he’d wear your jerseys

if youre bigger than him, he doesnt really care he’ll wear them anyway

if youre smaller than him(and it wont fit) its okay he’ll hug it to sleep when you arent there

whenever you win a game he literally carries you and twirls you around like a prince/princess/whatever you prefer

he’d probably join you in after parties

wrapping his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder/head while you talked with your team mates

one time he couldnt see one of your games because ew spiderman duties and he ended up getting injured after

he didnt want to interrupt you so he just climbed through your window and waited in your apartment

when you got home you tended to his injuries and scolded his dumb ass

r. “ugdhAGSH youre so stupid why didnt you call me or go to the hospital” h. “hospitals are concepts produced by the government to earn money through overpriced treatments.” r. “why am i dating you.”

whenever youre the one who gets injured, he tends to you himself

idk my angsty ass is thinking he probably had some sort of hospital trauma as a kid or just in general

whenever basketball and studies start to pile up he’ll bring you to some sort of secret spotty spot and just cuddle w you

whenever you need to rant about a teammate(or just anything tbh) he’ll listen to you

like literally he’ll memorize every bit of gossip you spat out whenever ranting

r. “yeah so anyway, ___ was such an ass today” h. “aye, isnt that the one who ate your biscuits?”

gwen and miles thinks youre cool asf like damn

you and pavitr are literal besties

he’ll bring you some vegetable samosas from his earth

eventually you stocked up on them to eat after practice

okay bye:3 want to support? reblog pookies!! i swear ill work on the matchups soon..

[0-animelover-0]

Relaxing with their S/O

No pronouns or physical sex aren't mentioned. It is not proofread so I'm sorry for mistakes.

Summary: After days of exhaustion, she/he decided to relax with you, their lover and only special person.

Aela the Huntress

She shrugged off her armored shoulderpads and her bracers. She rolled her shoulders and a soft smile crept onto her face as she saw you relaxing on her bed. She watched as you drew in/read your book.

She sighed and sat on the end of the bed, taking off her boots. Aela tapped your knees and you put your book aside before slightly parting your legs enough for her to crawl between them and lay down.

You couldn’t help but smile as her head rested on your stomach. You stroked her head gently and she sighed deeply with her eyes closed.

You chuckled softly. “Tired?”

Aela nodded and looked up at you. “That ice brain and his brother are driving me nuts.”

A laugh escaped your lips and you caressed her cheek. “Aw, my poor baby.”

Aela rolled her eyes but made no movement of protest. She put her hands around your waist and mumbled into your clothing. "Just continue doing that with your hand. Feels nice."

Cicero

He came to your master chambers after another kill that you, being the leader of the dark brotherhood, ordered him to do. You could hear his whistles and hums from down the hall before he even entered the room.

A smile broke out onto his face and he happily walked to your bed. "Oh my, Listener! Cicero is happy to see you after a long day. Yes yes!" He didn't waste any time and sat with you on the big bed.

He spread his lanky arms around your waist and his legs tangled with yours. He buried his pale face into your stomach. "My Listener, you are comfier than any pillow."

You took off his jester hat and set it aside. Your fingers ran through his long red locks and he nuzzled more into you. "Tell me about your day, Cicero."

His brown eyes lit up and he rested his chin on your tummy. "Well-" Then he went on and on about how his killings and what other events he done.

Serana

The sun was hanging low in the horizon as you and Serana were heading back from a task you had to complete. She stayed with you as your follower even after your multiple protests against it. It's not that you didn't enjoy her company, it's that you were afraid of her getting hurt. She sat down on the green earth and stretched her limbs. "What are you thinking about?"

Her question caught you off guard since it kinda came out of the blue. Were you really spacing out that much? "Nothing that is concerning."

She smiled and pat the spot beside her. "Come, sit." With a nod you went to her. After you sat with her, she leaned back against a large rock and pat her lap. "Lay your head here. You deserve a nap."

"But-"

Serana shook her head and encouraged you to come closer by grabbing your arm. "I will not take a 'no' for an answer." You sighed and layed your head on her thighs, your back on the grass. She chuckled softly and started playing with your hair. She soon noticed your droopy eyes and spoke up. "That's it, rest."

[embodyingchaos]

hiii! could you do a rodrick heffley x bass guitarist reader? maybe they meet at a battle of the bands/ at the talent show or something like that? really anything bassistx drummer.

thanks so much!

❥ hi there, lovey! of course, i can! you didn't specify the pronouns so i decided to go with gender neutral, hope that's alright! IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT

drummer boy pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, this is so short warnings: awkward rodrick, reader suddenly getting cocky out of NOWHERE word count: 549

the air was cold backstage but y/n couldn’t stop themself from sweating out of anxiety. they shook their hands, trying to get loose and relax. “yo, y/n!” cherry, the drummer for their band, called out to her, “we’re up soon.” she tells them, blowing a tiny bubble between her lips with the gum in her mouth. y/n nods and holds two thumbs up, looking entirely frantic. cherry eyed them weirdly before walking back to where the rest of the band was waiting.

“nervous?” a sudden voice asked from behind them, making them jolt. y/n looked to their left and saw a boy around their age with ruffled hair and too much eyeliner on for comfort, awkwardly posing with his elbow on the wall. “hi.” he greeted in a small voice, smiling. y/n tilted their head to the side, “hi?” they greeted back, a bit confused. “and sorta, this would be my first time performing in front of an actual crowd.” they confessed, rubbing the back of their neck with a sheepish smile on their face.

the boy let out a loud ‘pfft’, “don’t worry! i- uh- i’ve performed before, not like a big gig or anything like that but it was still a performance! you know…” he rambled on, y/n found him adorable and awkward, but still adorable. he laughed nervously, “i’m rodrick.” his voice cracked as he introduced himself, “y/n.” they smiled at him, “so, what instrument do you play for your band, rodrick?” y/n asked, leaning closer towards him. rodrick only gets even more flustered at the proximity, “i-i- you know, i drum, and all that.” he chuckles, trying to play it cool. 

“u-uh, what about you?”

“i play the bass.” they answered, holding up the bass that had been in their hand the entire time they were talking. rodrick’s eyes widen and he blinks, “oh.” he quietly muttered, feeling a tad bit embarrassed. y/n giggled and it immediately caught him off guard, it made him regain his composure. “so, uh, y/n, i was wondering if you’d maybe wanna-” “rodrick! dude!” one of rodrick’s bandmates came up to him, interrupting their conversation. “we’re up next! flirt later!” he told him while catching his breath, rodrick glares at him before turning back around to y/n and back to him. “give me a moment, will you, ben? i’ll be right there. just go, go!” he shooed ben away when he wasn’t budging, “you should really get ready, rodrick.” they teased, “my drummer’s pretty good.” rodrick raised his eyebrow at the sudden cockiness, “oh, really? i doubt they’re better than me. i’m what you call a drumming enthusiast.” he boasted as he smirked but it only made y/n smug smile grow wider.

“we’ll see about that one, drummer boy.” they taunt, poking his shoulder. “thanks for the short pep talk, maybe you’ll see me after the show.” y/n winked at rodrick before making their way past him, towards their other band members. rodrick stared at their form walking further away from him, grinning from ear to ear. “i am so asking them out.” he whispered to himself full of confidence, but knowing deep inside he was going to be a stammering, blushing mess when he does so.

[glitterforashes]

hi, i was curious if you could do sally face character w someone who plays the bass (guitar) it can be platonic and gender neutral if you want. feel free to ignore and dont forget to take care of yourself (sorry if im not doing this right, its the first time i've made a request)

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ; 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

>>> thank you to @flo0werry for requesting! i am so honored to be your first request experience. i am very sorry for taking so long to get to this, had to have a break from social media for a while! that being said, my writing is probably very bad and rusty so not too much on me please. 🙏🏼 mainly fluff and giggles, gender neutral reader, platonic-ish (?). hope you enjoy!

sally was a quiet, odd little dude and everyone knew it. he didn’t have many hobbies besides playing video games and ghost hunting, but when he met (y/n), that changed. they were like the modern day stevie nicks to everyone in the apartments, known to carry their base strapped across their back at all times. he avoided them for a while, not knowing what to say to spark up conversation, but that changed when fate brought them together in the way of getting them stuck in the rusty old elevator.

“well this blows.” (y/n) said, slumping down into a seated position against the wall, which was probably the most unsanitary thing they had done all day. sally nodded slightly in agreement, stealing a quick glance at them from the corner of his eye. “so what’s your deal?” they asked, looking up at him from their spot on the floor. sally’s face flushed behind his mask and he turned to face them as they said, “you talk or what?” he looked down at his shoes and moved his hands behind his back, tucking them between the wall and his bum. “uh, yeah. yeah i talk. my names sally.”

“cool. i’m (y/n).” they reached behind their back, took off their guitar, propped it up between their folded legs and started to fiddle with the tuning pegs. “i know.” they paused briefly, as if shocked, before going back to what they had been doing. “you know? you some kind of stalker or something?” sally’s face fell, his eyes going wide. “what? no! no, i’m not a stalker. just, everyone knows you here. you’re kinda hard to miss when you’ve got that thing poking out of your back all the time.” he pointed to their base.

“oh, this ‘ol thing? yeah, guess you’re right. her name’s daisy.” sally blinked. “you named the guitar?” (y/n) turned their head up to him and grinned, raising an eyebrow. “do the things you love not have names?” sally didn’t respond, only slid down next to them and tucked his knees close to his chest. “you play?” they asked, strumming their fingers over the freshly tuned strings and nodding in approval at the sound. “no.” he said, scooting towards the corner nearest to him to give them and ‘daisy’ some room. “wanna learn?” he was silent for a few moments, feeling (y/n)’s stare on him. he might never get the opportunity to talk to them again if he turned this down, so.. “sure.” he muttered, scooting back as (y/n) lifted daisy and handed her to him. “i know all the strings.” he said as he took the guitar, holding it awkwardly like it would explode.

“why’re you holdin’ it like that? she’s not gonna bite you. here,” (y/n) gently grabbed his arms and adjusted his hold, placing his fingers on the b and a strings. “i’ve just never held something so expensive before.” he said. (y/n) laughed and moved so they would be sitting in front of him, optimum placement for teaching. “we’ll start you off with something easy, yeah?”

(y/n) and sally spent close to thirty minutes learning the opening to a song (y/n) loved, sally impressing them with his knowledge of rhythm and pace. “that’s so sick, man. start from the beginning.” they said, scooting back a little to observe him. sally strummed all the strings once, twice, before breaking out into the music, playing each chord perfectly. (y/n) was grinning like an idiot when they picked up the chorus, starting to sing the words. their voice was raspy and smooth and edged and feminine all at the same time and it made sally feel ways he didn’t know were possible. (y/n) was watching his hands but he was watching them, the smile on their face as they sang like it was the only thing they knew how to do. (y/n) didn’t even notice when he started playing past the part they’d taught him, too lost in the song to care.

just as the song came to an end, the elevator doors dragged apart loudly, making an awful screeching and groaning sound. “oh, hey man.” a male voice said from behind them. (y/n) turned around to see larry the rocker boy and lisa the maintenance lady standing in the doorway, larry with a crap-eating grin and lisa with a doe-like expression on her face. “hey.” sally stood up from the floor with daisy still cradled in his arms as lisa started apologizing about the inconvenience, saying how the elevator was such a piece of rusty old crap. (y/n) stood up next, running a hand through their hair as they faced larry and lisa. “i heard you playing. i didn’t think you still knew that song.”

larry said. (y/n) turned to sally with an eyebrow raised, hands on their hips. “still?” they asked, looking between the two boys. sally had gone stiff and they seemed to almost be communicating telepathically. almost, because larry continued talking. “oh yeah. that was the first song i ever taught him on base.”

the gears clicked into place in (y/n)’s brain and a slow, wicked grin spread onto their face. “you, sally, are a liar.” they said, taking daisy back from him and slinging her over their back. they huffed a little laugh and looked between the two boys again, shaking their head. “see you around, sally.” they sauntered out of the elevator and regarded lisa with a few kind words and a gentle pat on the shoulder as they went, giving sally one last smirk over their shoulder before they disappeared around the corner.

larry turned on sal immediately, a ‘no-way’ expression on his face. “you talked to them?” he asked, grabbing sal by the shoulders. “yeah.” “and you told them you don’t know how to play??” “yeah.” “you sly dog, you!” larry slapped him on the shoulder like a proud dad, a smile breaking out onto his face.

“did you invite them to the thing tonight? at the lake?” “…crap.” “Sally!”

(y/n) stood around the corner, hand covering their mouth as they giggled and hurriedly scribbled some words onto an old napkin they found in their pocket. when they were done, they oh-so conveniently dropped the piece of paper on the ground, knowing they’d see it and pick it up.

the note read, “room three oh two, seven o’clock. be there. see you then.”

(y/n) quickly turned and hurried to their room as they heard sal and larry’s voices get closer, slipping through the door before they saw them.

one second. two, five, ten. then, the most excited whoops and shouts. (y/n) laughed so hard their stomach hurt, shaking their head. “aw, man.” they walked across their living room and pat their cat on the head, a little extra pep in their step as they walked towards their bedroom to get ready.

“imagine if he knew that i’ve been watching him too.”

[2willowlane]

i'm running out of stuff to put here as a good filler. anyways, love harvey. yeah.

gender-neutral reader, sfw, established relationship

harvey was neither an early bird, nor a night owl. somehow finding a comfortable medium between the those two active hours, his scheduled called for him to allocate his time; rather, staying up late to finish reports, and waking up to then start the day anew again. falling victim to those habitual practices, the doctor always found the hours bleeding into the afternoon to be the most productive part of his day. either if it's because of the appointments booked during those times, or whenever the coffee starts to kick in; there was something he could just ever-so easily rely on to remind him of the fact that this was all real.

it may have just been a bit too simple and mundane at times for the brunette, but harvey still persevered. if he ever woke up, of which he normally does, before the farmer's 6 am schedule, he'd normally surprise them with a hearty breakfast and a sweet kiss. sometimes, he thinks that he doesn't need caffeine to help him get through his days; all he needs is to just grace your lips with his, and he's already smitten; in thought of you.

however, he didn't wake up in time to do any of that. searching around for his eyeglasses on the nearby nightstand, feeling for that familiar figure, he then puts them on; as he is blind as a bat without one (though, he'd argue that those creatures have impeccable vision--in contrary to his). on days like these, he'd try to move out of the covers, trying to not rouse you out of your sleep. you needed it, and plus, it was always ever-so endearing for him to see you so, so comfortable in bed. harvey didn't ever want you to think that all of your hard work has ever gone to waste, and even if you'd ever tend to daydream about what it'd be to live in another life, he'd fully understand--however, with his stay here on the farm, he'd need to think about it over again.

some people say that you'd always want what you never have, and that you should be careful for what you've wished for.

tossing his body to the side of the bed, he'd then sigh, as he was then lost in his thoughts again. a schedule helps stabilize his purpose, though, with harvey knowing how packed and busy one can be, maybe he can take it easy today. even if he was looking forward to surprising you today.

well, maybe later, then.

the doctor does tend to a small plotted garden out front, next to the farmhouse. even though your love does indulge in gardening every now and then, mainly just for his eye for seasonal decoration, he grew some of your favourite crops that were in-season for the fall. he isn't the most well-versed in the realm of cooking, although, he knows enough about certain dietary topics to be informed well. making sure that you'd get the most nutrients from the selection of either greens, fruits, or vegetables (or, a mishmash of either three together), he'd do his best to blend the flavours accordingly so.

if there was anything that he took any sense of immense pride in, other than his work, then it had to have been cooking for you. your husband wouldn't consider it a chore, rather, something he rather looks forward to every day! whilst he does like to take you out to the stardrop saloon every now and then, it filled his heart with such raw affection, seeing that look on your face (right before he smothers it with kisses. oh, how your laugh does a plethora of indescribable things to that man...).

once harvey sits up properly, he knew that you were out of the house already. with him adjusting to the light, albeit, the sleep inertia's getting to him, he checks to then see a written note; underneath a warm mug of coffee. it was funny how he didn't quite register the smell of one of his all-time favourite beverages (was he getting a cold? how ironic of him). moving the cup to the side, and then smirking at the endearing circular imprint it then left on the small letter, he then presented it to himself; reading it between his thumb and index.

it detailed about how you found him adorable in his sleep, of which made him feel flattered, and then talked about how equally as cute his gentle snores were. harvey mumbled a soft "oh, you didn't have to go that far...," under his breath, addressing no one, but still knowing that was the reaction you expected out of him.

when harvey finished then reading about how you had a busy day ahead of him, and how you'll make it up later, you signed it off with you saying you loved him; followed by your name, and little heart symbol marked with pen. flipping the note between his fingers to see if there was anything else, he wasn't met with anything much.

harvey could feel how his grin with digging into his face, as he then was about to get up; to at least change into other clothes, shave if he needed to, and get more comfortable. however, a certain family cat decided to go against what was on his agenda for the day--as it than began to settle between his legs; making itself comfortable. there wasn't much that could be done, if you had a kitty laying on you. deciding to then accept his fate, harvey gave in; giving the little devil its well-needed (wanted) affection and attention.

[venturelovebot]

Me, waiting on top of the Venture rock pile with a fucking bowling ball in my hands: :)

[coldgoldlazarus]

I just want a gacha game where the player character is blatantly and openly a woman and that's the only option for her and all the other characters are also all ladies (cis or normal) and every last one of them is dating and fucking her but also each other. The only exceptions to participating in the romance and sex are the aro and/or ace ones, and the ones who are both are still part of the polycule on a queerplatonic basis.

[crack-canon]

Player: When we get married you I’m killing you so I can wear mourning dress

Jel: Understandable. Shall I make you one ahead of time ~