Can I ask for something fluffy with cellbit please?
YESYESYESYESYESYES IM CELLBITS NUMBER ONE FAN IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM. I'm so normal about cellbit I swear guys omg. lemme know if I should take this down in case he's uncool w fanfics, I'm pretty sure his rules are just be respectful, but if he says no fanfics lmk!
CELLBIT ; stalking the y/u/n edit tag >>>
summary ; cellbit makes a tweet about how much he loves you
warnings ; language (didn't use his real name bc I'm pretty sure he doesn't like it)
genre ; horribly written fluff idk what I'm doing here
word count ; 251
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You laugh as you see the push notification on your phone, seeing Cellbit had tweeted about you for the millionth time this evening. You click on it, leading you back to the Twitter app once again to respond. You look at all the tweets he's made, counting them up.
"Cell!" You shout towards your bedroom door, hoping that he'd hear you in his office.
Having won a game of fate, whether he had noise canceling headphones on or not, he runs into your bedroom while a smile lays on his face and rests a hand on the doorframe.
"Are you okay?" You giggle, flipping your phone around to show off his number of tweets he'd posted tonight.
He nods and runs a hand through his hair, pulling his sweater down a bit. "Just showing my love for you, darling"
You roll your eyes and set your phone down on next to you. You look back up at Cellbit, a smile still gracing his gorgeous face. You open your arms up, inviting him to come cuddle with you.
He basically leaps from point A to point B, jumping into your arms. He looks up at you, brushing his hair out of his face.
"Do you actually watch edits of me?" You ask him
He nods with a shrug, which you respond to with a light chuckle and smile. You place a kiss on his forehead and ruffle his hair, letting him rest his head on your stomach.
This meetup…these people, who don’t all speak the same language, who come from all these different corners of the world, they found a family in each other.
They included people who’ve struggled, who’ve feared not being invited, who’ve never had a group like this before. They’re laughing with each other, singing with each other, dancing with each other. They flew so far for each other. That’s…so freaking special. The fact that is able to exist. The fact they stand as proof that you can find your people anywhere and at any time in your life.
Against all the odds, because one madman (/pos) said “what if we squished these communities together?”, because of a silly block game. Because of that, they found each other.