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"Oh, fuck you."

Eren cackles in to his pillow. You huff and drop the weight of your legs on his back, satisfied to hear his wheezing. You snort as well, adjusting yourself to fall next to him on the bed.

Pacing from outside the door makes the both of you hold your breath.

Eyes of jade stare into yours until the footsteps pass.

The two of you smile and chuckle, for a moment, you're happy.

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genos x reader

genos experiments with his new upgrades...

warnings: dont be under 16. swearing. steamy. saitama. uhh...? get fluffy wit it

a/n: kinda choppy? i think. was one called "upgrades" ; we experienced a name change

"What happened to him this time?!" Said the little man with the big nose. Genos mentioned him once...

How to put it? Well..

"His hand went a little too low on a hero as he was stitching them up... it was an accident, but," you laughed nervously, remembering how Saitama kicked Genos through his apartment wall. "Instincts, y'know?"

The doctor hummed as Genos was set down on an operating table. His eyes no longer on Genos, but focused on you and your attempts to put the cyborg's mangled limbs in a comfortable position.

Dr. Kuseno didn't stop you, stopping himself from reminding you that Genos didn't feel the pain of whatever impact he'd taken. That you had nothing to worry about, but his eyes following your mindless touches.

One hand to the cyborg's chest while the other adjusted his leg so he wouldn't go sliding off the metal table. It shifted up to cup his neck so you could shift hands. Your thumb on the robot's chin kept his head from dipping forward and the other removing his belt that was tangled in sparking wires.

Dr. Kuseno could easily see you were only happy leather kept you from being electrocuted. Genos however was calculating formulas in his head. After all, the cyborg had been watching your movements the entire time.

An idea popped into Kuseno's head, a small smile formulating to add a little.. humility to Genos.

He pursed his lips and pressed a button that would level Genos so you would stop trying to balance his upper half on his legs.

"He'll be alright, it's nice to see someone worry about him besides me." Kuseno spared the smallest of smiles in your direction.

You smiled, feeling some relief now that Genos was in safe hands. It was hard not to worry for him, he might've been a cyborg, but that didn't mean all of his humanity was gone.

Before your smile could lessen at the thought, you noticed Kuseno smile a bit, "You do have a nice smile."

"Pardon?" You perked, suddenly hoping this old guy wasn't coming onto you.

"Genos." He motioned to the cyborg who had momentarily taken to shutting his system down. "He mentioned you."

Genos cared enough to mention you. How about that?

You smiled again, raising a brow as you stared over the cyborg. So he didn't clam up. He was unusually quiet around you sometimes, but he'd simply tell you he was observing you.

"Didn't think he talked about anything besides duties, Saitama, and crazy village ruining cyborgs." You hummed, tapping your cheek upon seeing Genos lax against the metal table.

His face void of any tension and the intimidating aura that he usually carried dissipated. Genos actually looked.. normal? Minus all his frayed wires, he definitely rivaled Metal Bat.

You decided this was nice. He was handsome. But wondered if it was normal to be attracted to a robot.

Well.. there was Android 17 and—

"You should see his theory involving you and DaVinci's perfect man." Kuseno grinned, typing away at a computer. His eyes never leaving the monitor. "He believes you are living proof DaVinci's theory of the perfect man is wrong."

The doctor gave a small smile as machines whirred and began to attach work on Genos.

Well fuck.

Genos is Genos. There are many reasons that he might've thought that, but..

Fuckkkk.

What the hell did that mean?

"Don't mention it to him." The old man rolled his eyes as he began typing away at a computer. "He will go into detail. Thoroughly."

You would've laughed, but you were too busy trying to convince yourself that Saitama's disciple had found you perfect.

It wasn't.. so far fetched, but—

"Perfect, huh?" King hummed, scratching his chin. Saitama was busy scanning newspapers for sales while you tried on clothes.

Zenko tugged your sleeve, a questioning stare, "I thought you were?"

"Nobody's perfect, Zenko." Metal Bat lifted his head from where it had been awkwardly hung on the back of the couch.

"That's what I'm—"

"But you come pretty close." The wink he sent you made you whip your head away as you tried to control your racing heart.

"You are no help."

King smirked upon seeing the tint of Bad's cheeks when he turned from both you and Zenko. His hand remaining in Zenko's despite how tried to keep his tough guy act going.

Saitama waved a handful of coupons, a small smile on his face, "There's a sale down the street. Are you ready?"

"But Sai." Your whine made him stare, his tongue poking his cheek before you stopped and crossed your arms. "You promised you would help me pick out clothes, remember? After earlier.."

Saitama left you to deliver Genos to Dr. Kuseno alone and upon driving back, you'd been intercepted by someone claiming to be in cahoots with the Hero Killer. Saitama showed up in time and helped turn in the villain, but not before your apartment building was destroyed. Saitama offered up a place at his apartment as long as you cooked for him. He couldn't ignore the bit of guilt for destroying your home. He'd grown fond of his apartment space and generously offered up a place with him.

Admittedly, he didn't think you'd use his promise to help you shop as an excuse to go to the mall. But you were his friend and he didn't want you to get hurt. And he liked the way you made cabbage—

"You tell me what looks good." Angling your body so he could see the high waisted shorts that flared down the middle of your thigh.

Zenko squealed at the sight of you and Badd shook his head, "You're not allowed to dress like that."

"Why?"

"You don't want any icky boys around you, do you?" Her big brother raised a brow and Zenko scrunched up her nose, turning her head.

It was enough to make you laugh.

Your laugh was effectively silenced when you'd met Bad's eyes. A brow raised as he shamelessly checked you out.

"Looks good, but I prefer pants." He leaned back, legs spreading out and head tipping back as he eyed you. "Don't want anyone to get the wrong idea."

King nodded, face pink as he turned his attention back to the store's entrance. "I-I think I'm going to stand outside."

Saitama watched King go towards the exit when his favorite disciple entered.

"Genos!"

Oh fuck.

Golden eyes found Saitama before they landed on you.

"Is Y/N getting an upgrade?" He asked, eyes falling to Saitama who made a noise of surprise before looking to you.

"No. Only new clothes. Can you keep Y/N away from the Hero Killer?" Saitama motioned to where you stood in front of a mirror.

"Saitama—" You were quick to stop him, but Genos was already answering.

"Yes, sensei. There will be no encounter with villains today." Genos replied and no sooner did Saitama wave and disappear with King.

Zenko wasn't fond of Genos. Hence her staring at the cyborg and tugging Bad's sleeve. "Can we go eat?"

"We're supposed to be helping Y/N—"

"But I'm hungry." Zenko stomped her foot down on her brother's and he groaned.

And holy wow was that a sight to see.

It was hard to keep it together when he tipped his head back like that. His neck was exposed and a line of hickeys would most certainly match that sweater he always wore.

"Zenko, that hurts. Can't you wait a little longer?" He sighed, picking up his little sister so she wasn't putting her weight on his foot.

"I want to go!" She growled and Metal Bat stood up. Zenko still held beneath her arms as if she were a puppy to be bought.

"Will you be okay with him?" Bad motioned to Genos, his brows furrowed a little.

It was a common question that people asked because of how intimidating Genos was. But one you never failed to shoot down.

"He always takes care of me." You smiled, bumping your hip with Genos.

But little did you know...

Genos nearly blew a fuse. Overwhelmed by sensations that nearly fried his systems. A sense of warmth exploding from where your skin brushed his hand and hip. The cyborg staring at his fingers, quickly analyzing his systems as to why he felt like this.

It wasn't bad, but damn it felt good.

Upon zoning out, the cyborg missed how Metal Bat smirked at you. His hand ghosting yours before the hero commented on your outfit.

"You should wear something nicer on Friday." Bad smiled as Zenko tugged him around the couch away from Saitama's cyborg friend.

Genos sported a confused expression was a borderline scowl, not that you or Metal Bat were paying any attention.

"Friday? But what's on Friday—"

"If you're open to it, a date." He glanced at Genos, a smile splitting out on his face. "You can't always expect him to save the day."

"At least I can be repaired."

"Genos!" You pulled at the cyborg who met your gaze with an expectant look. As if he hadn't threatened just Metal Bat.

"Don't worry, Demon Cyborg." Metal Bat laughed, allowing Zenko to tug him toward the door. "They're in good hands."

The wink he sent you made your heart race and you went to scold Genos when you noticed Metal Bat throw Zenko over his shoulder and make a run for it.

A mob of fangirls passed by, screaming and making grabby hands for the hero.

You tugged Genos back into the maze of fitting rooms and shut the door behind you. Last time Genos had been seen with some fans, they got a little handsy and tore the shirt off of him. He was a bit... ticked about that. So when you could, you made it a point to remove him from these situations.

You pressed a hand to the door as you tried to peek out of the crack by the handle, forgetting about just who you dragged into the fitting room.

Genos busied himself, flipping through your clothes that were next to him when he came upon a particular item of clothing.

"A robe?"

You turned around and saw Genos holding the very sheer robe that had the word 'little' on the back of it.

Zenko had come back wearing the article over her clothes and proudly showed off to her brother what she found. You took it and explained that the robe was meant for icky boys.

You knew that there was something you forgot. It was supposed to go back on the shelf and for Genos to find it...

"This won't cover anything..." He was examining fabric with curious eyes when you ripped it away from him.

His head tilted when you threw it out of the dressing room and set a hand over your face. Trying to save yourself from the embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"Was that robe not to your liking?"

Mercy. You wanted to cry mercy and curl up in your bed to hide forever. Now you really wished that you went with Saitama.

"Genos, that robe is for people who date."

There was a beat of silence as Genos pondered your words.

"Can.. please, Genos. Let's not talk about it." You told him.

Genos gave a nod, watching as you started sorting through the pile of clothes.

You recognized the distant look on his face while he stared at the wall. You nudged him with your knee, "You can talk, Genos."

Your knee was caught. A hand from Genos pulling you closer so his thumb stroked over the meat of your thigh. His chest glowing blue as he pulled you to stand in front of him.

"Genos?" You swallowed upon seeing the concentration on his face before his eyes turned up to you.

Your eyes wide as your cyborg friend pushed the clothes out of your hands for them to land on the floor. Your thoughts had gone silent at the feel of metal brushing the lower part of your thigh.

Genos let his eyes fall to your legs, trying to account for how quiet you had become. Saitama didn't look at him after he grabbed his leg, but you hadn't looked away from him yet.

His system was buzzing, recording every feeling in his chest when his fingers brushed against the softness of your skin. Did it feel like this for you? Every nerve standing on end?

"Does it always feel like this?" Genos asked, letting his other hand brush the outside of your leg, much higher than your other one.

You jolted at the brush of his hand and you grabbed his wrists, forcing him to look up at you. "Friends don't touch each other like that."

His brow furrowed, the glow in his chest slowly dulling. "Why not?"

"Would you touch Saitama like that?" You asked as you tried to even your breathing.

"No." Genos answered, pulling one of his hands away from your hold.

Genos understood now. A little part of you was disappointed, wishing that you met him before he'd gone all 'RoboCop'. He knew the difference now. You were safe from dealing with innocent touches. And the lurking not so innocent thoughts...

You thought.

Genos cupped your cheek and his chest was a bright blue again, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "I would only touch you like that."

You realized how close you had been. His other hand clasping the underside of your knee making you jolt forward into him.

"Sorry." You breathed out, shaking your head upon realizing you had just fallen on Genos. Your eyes widened and you looked up to find Genos gazing down at you.

His brows lacked their intense crease. Golden eyes solely focused on you while a hand caressed the side of your face. "Does it always feel like this? Why isn't this always indulged in?"

His other hand guiding your knee so you were comfortable perched in his lap.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

You pushed against his chest, forcing some distance between the both of you. It was hard considering how Genos set a hand on your back.

"Genos—" You tore your eyes away from him so his hand fell from your cheek. "There are friends and then there are sweethearts. People who you want in your life romantically. It's for people who share the same feelings."

You leaned your forehead on the soft fabric of his hoodie. Watching the blue slowly die in his chest as you pressed Genos' hand to his front.

The cyborg felt.. he felt as if the world dragged for a moment. Why didn't everyone partake in such lovely feelings and why were you so adamant on rejecting him when you and Metal Bat were just at each other moments ago?

"Friends don't do this." You whispered.

It pained you to stop. He didn't know what he was talking about. Genos didn't understand how intimate these touches were and it would be cruel to take advantage of that.

But your guilt and festering sadness was quickly subdued when you felt something pry at your hands.

You looked down to find Genos entwining his fingers with yours. His thumb gently brushing the skin of your hand and naturally you followed suit.

"Genos—"

"I don't want to be friends."

The world was at a stand still as you kept your eyes on Genos. His furrow returned and intense eyes set on you. He was back to his old self.

The thought of losing him crossed your mind. Something that you never even thought to ponder and now that it was brought to light, you realized how very mundane it would be without seeing Genos every day.

Saitama always had something different going on every day and Genos may have been quiet around you, but that didn't mean his lack of presence went unnoticed. A world without Genos...

You didn't notice how your fingers tightened in his hold, but Genos did.

"If I can't touch you like this, then I'd rather be your.. your sweetheart?" He recalled, but he didn't have much time to think when you yanked back your hand.

"Genos, you don't understand what that means—" You hissed, pulling back to climb off his lap. But the edge was closer than you had anticipated.

Steady hands grabbed at your waist, anchoring you to Genos all the while bringing you so your chest was against his. "It means I get to see you more every day, right? I can protect you so sensei can go to his sales. It means that I can hold you, right? I can take care of you."

What the actual hell?

If you didn't know any better that would have sounded like a confession. But you knew better.

"Genos, this is serious. You can't only want for someone to be their partner so you can touch them and take care of them."

You wanted to push out of his hold and leave all the clothes you picked out so you could have a moment to yourself. But given how close you were to Genos right now, you wanted to stay this way... only for a while longer. To explain, is what you decided to tell yourself. Explain why friends didn't do this.

"Being romantically involved with anyone means—"

"I care for you." He blurted out. His eyes locking on your face, "You are perfect. You discredit the perfect man because the perfect individual is more than symmetry in body features. You are intelligent. You are generous. You make other people- heroes proud to be in their profession. The perfect man couldn't enter a room and make others feel so dependable."

He leaned in, dropping his head so he leaned into you. His face nuzzling against the skin of your neck while a hand landed on your waist. Your fingers threaded into his hair and you let out a sigh.

You didn't want to straight out ask him, but what the heck happened to the Demon Cyborg after the crazy village ruining robot? Was this.. could this have been an inkling of what Genos used to be like?

"Are you attracted to me?"

His voice sending vibrations through your body from it's low octave.

You moved away only for him to press into your neck. You were unable to keep a small laugh from escaping at how needy he seemed.

"Genos." You called and found golden eyes set on you, an almost pouty look on his face. "I like the attention as much as the next person, but are you sure you know the difference between love and—"

You were cut off by lips pressing to yours. Warmth erupted all over your body upon feeling the unusual warmth from Genos. One hand brought you closer so that your front was flush against Genos who let out a sigh and dropped his hands to your hips and groping the flesh.

The fallen gasp that fell from your lips didn’t go unnoticed. Genos pressing harder into your mouth and pulling you closer to his glowing chest. You were trying to get a good look at him, but every pull backwards would result in him moving with you and capturing your lips with a kiss that got deeper every time you tried to put distance between you.

“G-Genos..” You whispered, trying to recall why you were even pulling back in the first place. It was hard to think with his lips on yours like this, especially when they were this soft and the way his hands seemed to drop a little too low on your hips.

Tangling a hand into the blonde locks on the top of his head, you tugged his head back. Hard. The apology on the tip of your tongue died when Genos let out a throaty groan and his hands were suddenly squeezing your ass.

You were staring at his throat then. The pliable metal that was framed by the thick lines of grey piping seemed to… that slick old man gave Genos an adam’s apple. You reached up and curled a hand around his throat, letting your thumb brushing the moving piece when Genos met your eyes.

Golden irises rimmed by pupils. If not for the golden rings in his eyes, they would’ve been swallowed by the black in his eyes. Genos leaned forward to meet you halfway when he missed and latched onto your neck.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth when he bit over the flesh harshly and smoothed the pain over with his tongue.

The cyborg was tugging you closer into him by your ass and leaving open mouth kisses down the length of your neck. You let your head fall into Genos’ shoulder, giving him room to leave those enticing kisses of his down your neck when you heard giggling.

Your lidded eyes suddenly snapped open.

Shit. You were making out with Genos.

Those hero junkies were in the store and you were making out with Genos. You were making out with Genos.

Or to be more specific. You were sitting on the cyborg’s lap while he sucked hickeys into your neck. In the fitting room.

Oh man. The stories that would fester if those girls found out.

“Genos?” You called, finally an inkling of your conscience had gotten through to you. But it seemed Genos was still a little distracted with his head buried into your neck, never halting his descent down your neck when he only gave a faint hum against the skin.

This wasn’t going to work, you decided.

You launched yourself backwards, ready to land on your feet and all. But uh… you never landed. Genos had followed so quickly that he had the time to catch your thighs and twist you against the wall. One arm next to your head while the other kept your thigh clamper around your waist, his lower half keeping you propped up against the wall.

You stared up with wide eyes and he tilted his head, a brow raising in the slightest. “They’ll hear you.” His lips found yours again, but you turned your head, pulling his hair so he couldn’t kiss you.

He groaned again, this time under his breath. His hips jolting up into yours as he let out a tiny ‘fuck’. Your eyes widened and Genos immediately found your eyes upon realizing what he had just done. Both of you looked down and, lo and behold, there was a sizable tent in his pants.

“W-Where the hell did you get that?”

Genos looked up and met your eyes, a slight tilt of his head when he leaned into you. “I’ve always had it…?” The arm beside your head moved so that Genos was caressing the swell of your cheek with his thumb. “I think that Doctor Kueseno might have given me touch sensors as an upgrade. Master Saitama told me that if I really liked you then I should show you.”

Saitama.

Your brows furrowed, slightly confused at the mention of Saitama. “Don’t tell me Saitama showed you how to kiss.”

“I asked him to, but he gave me a shoujo to read.” Genos answered, leaning his arm by your head again and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Is that where you learned all this from then?”

Genos shook his head, “I learned from the shoujo you, King, and Hellish Blizzard were watching when Saitama and I came home.”

“Then what did you learn from Saitama?”

“This.”

Genos pressed harder between your spread legs and grinded into you. The hand conveniently placed in his hair squeezed and effectively tugged at his roots making him groan again.

Fuck, why was that hot?

He let his mouth hang open, only a breath away from yours as he grinded his hips into yours. Genos stared into your eyes unashamed as his hand gripped your thigh, dropping to your ass and forcing your hips to grind into his.

You huffed, letting your head fall back against the wall in an effort to keep yourself quiet. A sudden squeal made you both jolt and let out a moan, too lewd to be mistaken for someone trying on clothes.

There was knocking at the door, but the cyborg didn’t budge when you pushed at his hip.

“You’ll have to forgive us, this one is occupied.”

“Genos!” You hissed, gripping the cyborg’s hoodie when there was a stammering.

“A-Actually.. there- Saitama—”

“Genos?”

Before either of you could warn Saitama, the lock was broken and the door had swung open.

King pressed a hand over his face, blood quickly spilling from his nose as he raced away. Saitama stood unaffected, a small smile on his face when he saw you tangled up with Genos.

“The shoujo worked, Genos?”

You pressed your hands over your face when Genos refused to let you down, nodding to Saitama who waved at you from where you peaked through your fingers.

“Oi, you got an upgrade, yeah?”

You groaned, feeling your body grow hot from the embarrassment of being caught with Genos like this. The cyborg had a lot to learn and you would be happy to teach him.

Genos wouldn’t disappear from your life. This was good.

Definitely an upgrade.

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genre; fluff

pairing; wilbur x fem!reader

warnings; anxiousness?

“NO, WILBUR WOULDN’T KILL NIKI CAUSE HE’S IN LOVE WITH HER!”

tommy then went on mute, going to start the new round as their previous one had ended up with niki and dream dead. cringing, wilbur moved his character around - attempting to talk with his chat as he did various tasks from around the map.

eventually a body was reported and a new meeting was started. “BIG FURRY MAID MAN IS DEAD, WHO KILLED HIM?!?!” tommy yelled, sarcasm evident in his tone. the others began conversing and the conversation drifted from dream being sus in medbay, to phil and kristin who were each other’s alibi’s, to wilburs relationship status once more.

“wilbur we really need to get you a girlfriend, y’know? a woman— your very own e-girl.” tommy laughed, everyone else mutually agreeing with him. wilbur’s eyebrow shot up, leaning into his mic. “nononono, i’m quite alright you guys.” he reassured, sweat forming on his eyebrow. “no you’re not! you need a girl, wilbur!” tubbo shouted, teasing at his friend.

they began to converse on possible suitors. “well, niki seems like she has a liking to wilbur..” tommy began to whisper in his mic.

this was wilbur’s breaking point.

“i’m in a relationship. i have a very pretty woman, who is the love of my life actually!” he started off, a smile beginning to break out on his face thinking of his darling.

the whole group went silent before exploding. “WILBUR YOU HAVE A WIFE???? YOU’RE TURNING INTO BIG OLD PHILZA, MR PORRIDGE MAN!” tommy shouted, tubbo backing him up. wilbur’s cheeks flushed, the thought of his girlfriend being his wife was something he’d thought of, but to hear her be called his wife was absolutely a feeling he could get used to. “PAPITO, SHOW ME Y—— EXY BEAST OF A WOMAN!” quackity screamed, mic cutting out for a second from how loud he was.

wilbur debated the thought in his head. he would love to introduce you to the stream.. but what if you didn’t like it, or were uncomfortable with the attention? what if you got hate, or if his friends didn’t like you? of course that last one he could care less about, but he knew it would severely fuck with your feelings if they didn’t approve of you.

fuck it, of course they would.

“y/n, darling! come to the bedroom, a few people want to meet you!” wilbur called, almost immediately hearing the pitter-pattering of footsteps get closer. growing anxious, he wiped his face and fixed his beanie.

all of his worries were washed away as you opened the door, meekly peaking your head in to see wilbur at his setup. opening the door fully, you walked inside, a confused look on your face. “hey bubs, where are the people?” you tilted your head, like a puppy.

his face softened and he gestured for you to sit on his lap, a smile on his face as you proceeded to do so. you looked to his monitors and your eyes widened a bit as you realized he was streaming. “oh, ‘m sorry - do you want me to come back?” you shyly asked, sweater paws coming up to cover your face. “no darling, some of my friends want to meet you. would you like to say ‘hi’?” he asked, hands coming up to his headset. you nodded, not taking your hands off your face.

he put the headphones on your head and chuckled at your behavior. “it’s all right, love.. they’re all bark no bite.” he reassured you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“HELLO THERE WOMAN— I AM TOMMYINNIT, MASTER OF MINECRAFT!1!1!” you jumped as you heard a yelling voice, tommy - as he said his name was. “hello.. ‘m y/n.” your soft and mellow voice was heard, hands tugging at your sweater to adjust it. everyone began to introduce themselves, tubbo beginning.

“hiya, im tubbo! what’s your favorite color? mines yellow!”

to which you responded with “my favorite colors uh.. f/c!” smiling, you perked up a bit when people began asking you questions. they were interested! wilbur turnt to the chat to see the exact opposite of what he initially thought he would see. praises and shipping littered the chat.

‘SIMPBUR SIMPBUR SIMPBUR SIMPBUR’

‘AYO UR GFS MINE NOW ‼️🥱’

‘WIKBUR SHES SO CUTEKFNSKFIEJDK😔’

‘low key chat lets steal her from him’

‘YES YES YES’

‘LETS DO ITNDKSJDJESK’

that was the most he could read, seeing as the chat was going completely quick. he tuned back into the conversation, hearing fundy speak.

“so y/n, how did you and wilbur meet?” the meeting ended, everyone breaking the rules and continuing to chat dead or alive, wanting to meet wilbur soot’s girlfriend.

currently dream was asking you questions about your relationship, even while being dead. wilbur pulled his hands from your waist, going back to his keyboard and mouse to finish up his tasks.

“well, uh.. i think i was around 20 at the time? i was moving in next to him and the first day i moved in he was yelling.. a lot. i felt shy to confront him ‘nd just left it alone for a while. well, i left it alone until he once threw something at the wall— was it a metal bottle, bub? uh- but yeah.. i confronted him, he actually smooth talked me quite well! and were now here, in a happy relationship of around four years!”

you explained, the joy and nostalgia evident on your face talking about those few days where you first met wilbur.

tommy went silent for a second. “y/n, put wilbur on the line..” he sounded serious. you were nervous, gulping before putting the headphones on wilburs head and curling in on yourself a bit. you felt him jump, eyes widening as he tried to keep his laughs in.

“WILBUR YOU ARE SUCH A PUSSY BITCH MAN— HOW ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LET THE LADY GO THROUGH SUCH PAIN HEARING YOUR UGLY LOUD ARSE SCREAMS?1!1?1?”

wilbur went to his defense almost instantly, cackling loudly at the stupid shit ( but facts ) that tommy was spewing. “I DIDN'T KNOW??? YOU DON'T THINK I WOULD’VE SHUT UP IF I KNEW THE LOVE OF MY LIFE WAS LITERALLY A WALL AWAY FROM ME?1?1?1?21?1” he yelled, the whole discord call, starting from tommy, beginning to chant.

“everyone repeat after me!”

“SIMPBUR, SIMPBUR, SIMPBUR, SIMPBUR!” everyone repeated after tommy, some laughing at how ridiculous they sounded. you grabbed his headphones, putting them on your own head as you joined in. “simpbur! simpbur! simpbur!” you pumped your fist up and down, giggles echoing throughout the room.

he glanced at chat one more time, his large smile leaving his face once he saw the spamming.

‘SIMPBUR SIMPBUR SIMPBUR’

SIMPBUR SIMPBUR SIMPBUR

SIMPBUR SIMPBUR SIMPBUR’

“WHAT THE FUCK IM NOT A SIMP!1!” >:(

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happy pride month <3

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Memory Lane is a Desolate Place (The Ashes of Yourself Part 4)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3

Warnings: generational trauma, abandonment, neglect, mentions of the following: death, war, plague, famine, genocide

Word count: 2,536

(A/N): Wowza, a Philza-centric chapter! Ik this is a lot shorter than what I usually write for this series, but I’m just trying to ease myself back into this story. I have a lot planned for this, so stay tuned : )

Philza walked through the tundra towards his old household. For the past few weeks, he had slowly been cleaning up the outside area and the interior for the upcoming family reunion. The house, due to nobody living in it, had slowly become overgrown with various weeds and wildlife. He had previously been looking forward to the reunion, ecstatic to see his entire family in one place again, but now he wasn’t so certain that his previous excitement was still there.

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[cherrryontawp]

from now on i will be referring to jschlatt as shatt only

I AM BEGGING YOU. MAKE A POST ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT THE DREAM SMP FROM YOUR DASH. IT WILL BE FUNNY AND YOU WILL GET SO MUCH CLOUT. TRUST ME.

Ok so here are all the things i know about Dream SMP from my dashboard alone:

- Some Philza guy was trending because someone told other people "fuck that guy" and everyone else said "no fuck YOU"???    - one of those guys was very loud and saying they were going to spill blood for the Phil guy... honestly mood. - The Dream guy himself would probably punch his character??? they're playing characters or somethin??? - there's a black and white lookin fella?? The fanart all gives him a crown and tail... Elfy lookin fella with a tail? 10/10 would hug - also a kid??? had a green shir and is short. dunno who he is but the green shirt is a thing - Ok there's apparently discourse about gatekeeping or something??? Idk i saw a singluar post about watching from only 1 POV and thusly being an "apologist" or somethin??? idk but yall doin ok? - My good omens blog i follow has been super into this shit recently and they said something like "Phil is a dilf"... i have no idea what this means but it's on my dash a lot so i feel like it's important to pick up on.    - Seriously i scrolled for a solid 10 minutes to get past this discussion so it feels very important - I see more of this Crown wearing, black and white elf lookin fella... i am concluding he is baby because all fanart makes him seem soft and he's also wearing a suit. very sharp fella - Somethin bout "bedrock bors"??? Idk but theres a constant pic of these two fellas hugging and i think that's neat - ALso some Wilbur fella??? idk but theres a lot of him too. wears a beanie? - At least one of these fellas is a dad friend and i'm not sure who it is... but one of these fuckers is it... i can feel it. - Someone has or at one point HAD wings?? lots of wingy lookin fellas so i hope those are ok. - there's a lot of screaming??? i mean mood but seriously, there’s a lot of it??? - I feel like theres a dude with horns somewhere related to this but he's buried deep in my dash and i don't quite understand his importance? Named Shatt or somethin like that?   - honestly looked like his name was "shit" for a sec and i was like "mood". - Found family trope??? I have seen wing guy hugging people with said wings so i'm gonna say there’s some kinda found family in there

(Edited note: i am tagging these with thing i’ve found in the “dream smp” tag because i don’t know what i’m doing)

[cherrryontawp]

Thinking about God!Reader

Like, them flying in creative mode, putting a fox on a leash and just flying around while the fox or whatever is one of the leash is completely suffering

Or like, them summoning cats and dogs, putting a name tag on them and handing it over to a player. Oh, Ghostbur lost Friend? Don't worry, Reader can just make a blue sheep and name him Friend before handing the sheep to Ghostbur? Maybe they don't understand attachments much, so they get really confused when the player screams that it's not the original, that's it not the same

Or the fact that they can change the weather or time. Someone wants to dance in the rain? Oops, reader doesn't like rain and it's gone. Or a player is fighting a zombie for experience and then it becomes day.

They might not really understand how long it takes to mine something, because hey! In one hit, every block breaks. They can just summon potions, armor, possibly mobs through eggs, etc. Reader breaking bedrock through one hit, or doing a Drista and give it to some people.

Just, God!Reader fucking up the server,,,,,,,

[cherrryontawp]

bring him back, please? (dreamsmp x admin!reader)

summary: nerved by an old friend unnatural behavior, you plan to relieve his pain.

notes/warnings: more than likely incorrect lore, probably ooc philza, he cries, reader is ignorant to how he feels kinda, all platonic

"Phil, please. Get over it."

You groan. How much can this man cry?

"Why won't you just let me be?" He muttered, clutching the barrier blocks in her hands. You huff and crouch down to his height on the floor, heavily dropping your hand in his hair. "Can't you bring him back?" He sighed, rubbing his red eyes.

You sigh as well. "No. Well, I can, but I need permission."

"Then... get permission?"

You deadpan. "I need permission from Dream, I would think you know how he is." Crossing your arms. "You made the choice to end his life right then and there. Whether you wanted to or not, so get over it." Phil winces, so you add on, "There's nothing left of him, so pick yourself up, and live the best life you can for him." A hand falls on Phil's shoulder. His green eyes meet your [color] ones. Taking a deep breath. "It's the best you can do for him, for now."

A meek form passes through the wall. Her small form floats over to you. You raise a brow. "Drista?"

She gracefully bounds over to you and Phil, and place a hand over your ear as she leans in and delivers a message. Phil looks back to the ground, muttering, "I just wish he could forgive me, like nothing ever happened."

Drista's message was short, having already backed away in time for you to hear Phil's pleas. "Is that what you want?" Hands on your hips, you turn to face Drista. "Drista, has the train left yet?"

She shakes her head, "No."

"Then perhaps I can pull a couple strings." You mutter. "Well, I have to go now." You began your trek away from him, grabbing Drista's hand. Looking over your shoulder, you tell him one last thing. "Do try to pick yourself back up again. It's quite unnatural to see you fall apart."

You and Drista disappear into thin air.

[cherrryontawp]

this is a hot take and im here for it but please what part of his skin could have possibly sent this message

Dream but my interpretation of his mc skin

Oh boy, here I go again, scaring the kids :D

[cherrryontawp]

late night talks with a god (dreamxd x admin!reader)

summary: a god's subtle attempts to desress you are rejected.

notes/warnings: slight cursing, dreamxd may be ooc, slightly suggestive at the end.

"How do you think it ends?"

The god among players asks. The broken lands of the smp present the daunting reality. The large, blackstone prison seems to mock you. You sigh, letting your shoulders drop.

"I knew he couldn't handle his own server. I should've done more, now i'm the one who has to fix everything." You huff, placing a hand on your forehead as incoming headache makes itself known. The masked operator places a hand around your shoulders, bringing you close. "Aw, don't be like that. Seriously, why are you upset?"

"What do you mean 'why'?" You ask exasperately, but keeping a respectful tone. "Dream is gone, in prison! Who knows when players will start to become power hungry like him. If it goes to far, somebody will get banned, or worse, the server gets shut down!" Your brows pinch together. "Then Dream will get pissy about it. Fuck, I just..." your head tilts towards the sky as you sigh out, "he's changed so much."

XD takes both of your hands in his. "You still haven't answered my question."

A frown settles upon your lips. "Like a shitshow, I reckon. If there's gonna be a happy ending it better include a vacation for me."

The animated grin on his mask grows wider. He pulls your hand and twirls you around, before lifting you up in his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, already used to his antics. "My baby," You roll your eyes at the nickname. "I'll arrange a special something for you, don't you worry. You don't have to stress over some lower entity forms. You," a small pressure plops on your nose, and leaves as quickly as it came. "just make sure you have time for me." He finalizes. He sits down, (really, it's more of meditating position, considering the two of you were literally floating), patting his thigh. You simmer down in his lap, throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Delicately, you let your fingers trace the rim of his mask. His hands settle above your hips. Slowly, the bottom of his mask slips up, enough to reveal his lips. You slowly lean in...

And let your lips hover over his ear. "Sure."

XD snorts. "Such a tease."

[cherrryontawp]

young hope (dreamsmp x admin! reader

Well, you certainly didn't expect to find a familiar zombie piglin baby when checking the residents of the players for illegal items.

While on a trip to evaluate the nether, a baby zombie piglin decided to join you. It followed you the whole time, even crossing a small lava lake you flew over.

Before you entered the nether portal to go back, you played with it for a while. The little one had the cutest squeals, and loved when you scratched behind it's ear.

The tiny golden sword it had was chipped and low durability, so you had given it a brand new, shiny, golden sword! You also wrapped a little [color] ribbon around the handle, it was adorable paired with the baby. (You had also offered a netherite sword, but it had refused.)

Back to now, in the residence of Ranboo and Tubbo. You were unaware they had a mob as a child, did X know? You suppose it isn't a bad thing, it's not against the rules but it is certainly... something you didn't expect.

You let out a small gasp, the ribbon is still on the handle! It warms your heart. Who knew you needed that kind of validation from a mob?

Switching out of spectator mode and to creative, you plop yourself next to the baby. It stills, surprised you came out of nowhere, and slowly turns to you. A single white eye stares into you. You let out a sweat, not feeling comfortable under the seemingly judging stare.

Until it let's out a squeal and jumps into your arms. It remembered you! You let out a breathy laugh, petting it's head.

"You haven't changed." You place a hand on your cheek, looking fondly at the small creature. "So silly, so small."

You rub under it's snout, the baby let's out a loud squeal in delight, unknowingly alerting it's parents that you didn't even know were online.

"Micheal!?" A tall player bursts into the room, alarmed at the squeals, before his mismatched eyes fall on you and the piglin. A smaller, fluff of brown hair pops in. "My boy-" he starts, but pauses when his eyes also fall on the two of you.

"Oops, I didn't know you boys were online." You wave a hand in dismissal. "Silly me, I'll be going now."

"Oi, wait-! How did you even get in!? What were you doing with Micheal?" The shorter one points a netherite sword at you. You raise a languid brow in question. The taller one, with half his body white, and the other half black, elbows him harshly.

"Tubbo, what are you doing?" He whispers through gritted teeth. "That's the admin, put your sword away!"

Tubbo let's out an 'eh?' before finally getting a better look at you, and his eyes widen in realization.

The baby zombie piglin, now known as Micheal, catches the glint of the netherite sword and squeals in fright. He jumps in front of you, holding out his tiny golden sword. Tubbo and Ranboos eyes widen.

"Now, now," you speak up, lowering Micheals arm. "It's not nice to point our swords at others. We wouldn't want to lose the ribbon that I gave you, would we Micheal?" The baby in question squeaks and lowers his sword, wrapping a hooved hand around the ribbon.

Ranboo squints his eyes. "Wait, you gave him the ribbon?"

You squint your eyes and give him a challenging smile. "Of course. It's even my color."

Tubbo glances between his child and you. "...Why though?"

"No real reason, I suppose. He wouldn't stop following me, and there wasn't any harm to come from interacting with him." You glance at Micheal, who had settled into your lap. You glance at the sun from outside a window, and turn back to the duo with a smile. "You know, I really shouldn't be here. I have to go finish my rounds, or else X will have my head." Ranboo and Tubbo tilt their heads, confused. Who was X?

You pick up Micheal and set him on the floor. He looks at you confused, so you pat his head again. You turn to the trio again, and give them one last smile.

"Bye."

You teleport to XD, who you knew was waiting outside. The operator wraps a leisure hand around your waist. "Poor things, hoping for a happy ending."

You nod. You highly doubt that baby was going to survive.

[cherrryontawp]

unknown memory (dream smp)

summary: [name] and xd pay a visit through dreams memories.

notes/warnings: gn!reader, reader is an admin, inspired by steven universe, when pink diamond speaks with blue and yellow. reader insults dream (nothing explicit), might not be entirely accurate to the lore

"But this is what you wanted, Dream."

Dream awoke from his slumber, gasping. He looked around, where was he? Did he somehow manage to escape prison?"

"You begged us for a server of your own, and now you can't even handle that responsibility."

[Name]? They rarely ever spoke to him anymore.

"First, you couldn't get the server working, so you got XD. Then, I had to come and make rules to keep order. And now a rebellion?" [Name]'s shadow peeked over a shadow of Dream, who was looking down. Another cloaked figure silently stood behind her, two diagonal halos around his head. XD.

"I'm tired of your incompetence. This 'L'Manberg' can't hurt you, you can't be swayed by some rowdy players." [Name] scolded. Dream was confused. When did he have this conversation with them?

Dreams shadow shifted and opened his mouth, but [Name] help up a hand, "Enough." [Name] lifted Dreams chin. "You must understand that you are ultimately the owner of this server. Everyone should look to you."

[Name] stood up straight. "You barely even have to do anything. Stand confident, and show everyone that you are unphased by this little uprising." They clenched their fist. "Your players will fall into line, and these rebels will be no more," they uttered, voice falling into a low threat. Dream grumbled, it couldn't have been that easy.

"As long as you are here to watch over, this server will survive." [Name] finally stepped away, with XD. Leaving the shadow of Dream in silence. Dream clenched his fist, surely he would remember this conversation. But when had [Name] ever acted like this? Nowadays he never sees them, and he's not even sure if XD had even logged on since.

Whatever, he thought. He doesn't need their help, he'll escape and get his server back.

[cherrryontawp]

The Angel of Life and Time

Multiple x reader (Platonic)

word count : 539

warnings : none

synopsis : You meet the four boys that have the power to change the SMP in a way even the gods could not

author’s note : I have no idea what this is, it’s something I just came up with on a whim and ran with

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*chefs kiss*

a really good friend

dream x f!reader

summary | dream gets jealous for no reason. scratch that. there’s a reason and it’s his fault.

warnings | nsfw content, possessive behavior

word count | ~4.5k

links | ao3 • wattpad

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[cherrryontawp]

does anybody know who wrote that dream x reader fic where dream and reader are going to a party and are in a relationship but apparently dream didn't know it was official so unknowingly flirts with another girl, so in retaliation reader flirts with a guy at the party (it think he was also party host), dream gets jealous and they have seggc times? I really wanna read that fic again