Multifandom one-shots (Requests are open)

Aftermath (Ghostbur x reader)

this is set in dsmp lore when Tommy is exiled, Wilbur ran out of canon lives and Tubbo is president. 

^not my art^ 

Angst turning into fluff

TW: Panic attack, graphic scenes, suicidal thoughts, swearing

I'm just listening to this song on a loop and it really helps out with anxiety and depression!

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You kept telling yourself that it was all over, that the battles were fought and peace can finally come back to the whole SMP.
But that mask with a smile haunted you in your sleep.
Your eyes dart around the dark, empty room and you clutched the thin sheets of your blanket tighter around your shoulders.
before the war, this room used to be so cozy with-

"Stop thinking about the fucking war," you tried to tell yourself firmly but it came out as a sob.
Your mind wandered over to Wilbur. You missed him so much, the way he held you and assured you that everything is going to work out in the end. Now, you couldn't look in the mirror without seeing your scars and you can't turn on the light without getting blind.

You shrugged off the blanket and slumped off the corner of your bed, before trudging your way into the bathroom. A mirror hangs just above the basin and you tune on the water, trying to rub off the tear stains that were printed on your skin. You turned off the tap and leaned both of your hands on either side of the basin and looked.
You could see the bags under your (eye colour) eyes and a scar that ran across your left eye to the edge of your lips. You were glad that it was hidden under your hair that you haven't cut in weeks, the neatly cut ends were all in different lengths and your hair maxed to the middle of your back. It was also messy due to your tossing and turning in the middle of the night. You turned to the cupboard behind you to look for pills but it was all empty and you threw it in the bin next to the sink out of aggression.

Looking back at the mirror, you gave it a cold, hard stare, almost blaming it for what happened to Wilbur. Blaming yourself. Your fists balled up and you were just an inch away from shattering that mirror into a billion pieces. You froze. Your eyes were now filled with panic and your hand started shaking. It was like something was tearing you from the inside and choking your throat. the moisture drained your mouth as you dashed out of the bathroom and collapsed yourself in the middle of the floor, unable to breathe. You began sobbing and hyperventilating clutching your chest in pain. Your vision began distorted and your insides began burning up like a fire while you shivered without the company of your blanket.
"Goddammit, Wilbur, why did it have to be like this?" You rasped out before your head hit the old floor and all you saw was black.





































 You thought this was over?

Your eyes fluttered open as the sunshine poured through the windows. You were back on the bed, and a bright, blue, woolen blanket kept you warm. 
"Good morning, love." A warm, British voice said, one that you never thought you'd hear again.
"Wilbur?" You rasped as you turned around in the bed but you didn't see him.
"Looking for me?" Someone said as a figure that looked so much like Wilbur, popped down from the ceiling. You would have been jumped scared if he didn't look like Wil.
"Wil?" You asked as you stared at him. The sunshine made his insides almost ghostly.
"Well...not exactly. I'm Ghostbur! But I do know Wilbur. He asked me to find you." He said with a warm smile.
"Ghostbur." You gave a small smile at the end but it was painful because of your scar. Smiling seemed almost foreign to you, maybe because you haven't had any happiness.
"That blanket is from my sheep, Blue. It keeps you happy," He floated down next to you and laid a hand on your shoulder before saying, "It's what Will would have wanted, for you to be happy."
"I fucking can't, it's so different without him. I could have saved him, but all I did was watch," You squeezed your eyes shut and took a couple of deep breaths. You didn't have any tears left to cry.
A light butterfly-like feeling landed on your lips and you opened your eyes to see Ghostbur leaning back from a small kiss he laid there.
"Wilbur wanted me to give to that, he also says that something will change, he knows it," Ghostbur explains while a little bit of red stained his cheeks and he scratched the back of his neck.
Looks like things might be looking up for you.