#ghostbur x you
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I don’t know if you do hc’s but if you do could you do hc’s about ghostbur x touch starved! reader? or just anything to do with ghostbur? I love that funky ghost lol
🏵Your Tea Is Ready🏵
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
| Ghostbur / Touch starved! Reader |
It was late, the moon nearly tipping towards its apex, heavy and full. Most of your nights were spent with you're ghostly companion. A little depressing, perhaps, but quality time goes beyond the grave sometimes. You lay in a flower filled field, watching fireflies flicker and stars peak out from passing clouds carried by a warm summer breeze.
Ghostbur raises his arm suddenly, his grayish skin difficult to see in the dark but you just manage manage follow his index finger, pointed somewhere distant.
"That's my favorite constellation, do you see it there? Right behind that tree." His voice is cool and crisp like the crunch of autumn leaves. He always reminded you of fall, in both life and death. "It's called Lyra, like, Lyre the instrument." You nod, you see his lips twitch into a smile, a small one, but a smile.
You squint, you infact, do not see any pattern or shape in the sky by the said tree. "No, not seeing it."
"Really?" He asks, stunned, his arm falling to his chest and he turns fully towards you.
"Not everyone can recognize stars, y'know." You snort playfully, you turn to look at him, and scrunch your nose as the grass tickles your face.
Ghostbur rolls his eyes and smiles, sitting up suddenly, you follow suit. He points once more, a little higher this time.
"Right there, the star that looks kind of blueish?"
"Blue? Everything looks blue to you."
He huffs, once again you try to follow his point. You never noticed hoe all stars look practically the same until you really had to look for a specific one. You'd make a horrible sailor you realize with a bitter thought.
"I don't think the pointing is helping entirely."
"I'd make a sign if I had the materials."
You blow some air out of your nose hard, and suddenly a cool hand wraps around your own, extending your index finger and positioning your arm ever so. Despite his chill his fingers make you feel feverish, your face warm and must definitely turning red. Gods bless the night time darkness.
"You see, there."
Maybe if you were looking at the sky his assistance would help, but you're eyes were locked onto his hand, so carefully wrapped around your wrist. He swiftly slightly, his hand coming up a bit further up your fore arm. You shiver at the sensation, and he pulls away quick.
"Oh, sorry, my hands must be cold." Ghostbur rubs his hands together, as if that could create friction heat with his ghostly apparition. Maybe not everything human was lost in death. Maybe.
"No, no, I'm just.. I don't know, I guess no one really held my hand before."
If the news of you being poor at constellation sighting was shocking, this revelation looked like it might put him in the grave, a second time.
"Really? Never?"
You shrug. "Okay, maybe not never, I'm not exactly counting, Bur."
"Huh."
You furrow your brow. "What, it's not that weird is it?"
Ghostbur shakes his head, his dark cursor bouncing with the movement. "I don't think I've held many hands either." He admits. "I.. I remember the good things, happy things, you. But. I don't remember alot of hand holding." He looks lost in thought if only for a moment.
"I guess this is a good time to start for both of us then." You reach forward and interlock your fingers with his.
He smiles, awkwardly, a boyish charm to his lopsided grin. "Yeah. No one I'd rather hold hands with then you."
"Even if I can't pick out constellations?"
He snorts, beaming now. "Even if you can't pick out constellations."
#dsmp x reader#mcyt x reader#mcyt x y/n#dsmp imagine#ghostbur imagine#ghostbur x reader#ghostbur x you
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Who Could Ever Hurt You? (Ghostbur x Gn!Reader)
By Author Blade <3
Summary: Worried after finding out about the destruction of Logstedshire, you set out to find its former residents.
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 741
A/N: A shorter one this time! This idea was originally supposed to be for the Two Ghosts fic but I think it went to far off track, so I separated it with the intention of writing it out as a stand alone fic. It’s also loosely based on the song “Community Gardens” by The Scary Jokes. I meant to post this months ago but i forgot about it and it has sat in my drafts ever since.
One day when you went to visit Ghostbur, you were met with a devastating sight.
The once welcoming, homey sight of Logstedshire was now (much like your previous residence) blown into a crater. The place was completely evacuated, too. No sign of Ghostbur or Tommy- except for a very tall pillar that wasn’t there the last time you stopped by.
Dread filled your stomach as you stared at the scene. Your mind was racing with worry, but you had to push aside all your questions and hypotheticals to focus on one thing:
Find Ghostbur and Tommy.
You started running as fast as you could, not sure about your destination. You were sure, however, that you would run around the entire forest if it meant finding them.
Armed with only a crappy stone sword, you ran around the warm plains to as far as the frozen tundra. You had been yelling for hours, calling out for Ghostbur or Tommy. You stopped for only a second to take a break, your legs starting to ache in a way they never did.
In that moment, a brilliant flash of blue against the bright, white snow caught your attention. You whipped your head towards it, raising your sword to fight if necessary.
The blue you saw was in fact a sheep, connected to a lead, being carried by the one and only Ghostbur.
Hastily, you dropped your sword and broke out into a sprint towards him, calling his name with a raspy voice. He turned around and faced you with an innocent smile, waving excitedly.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Look at this she-” Before he could finish, you tackled him into a hug, the lead tangling around the both of you as you fell into the snow.
The feeling of the cold snow against your skin left you shivering, but it was nothing compared to the relief you felt. Small tears formed at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming happiness you felt seeing him. Of course he’s okay, who could ever hurt him?
Just as Ghostbur was about to voice his discomfort with the snow burning his neck and your weight putting an odd pressure on his wound, you spoke.
“I thought you died!”
He paused, a puzzled look on his face as he placed his free hand on your back in an attempt to comfort your obviously distraught form.
“I’m already dead, silly.”
You shook your head, inadvertently wiping your tears on his sweater.
“Logstedshire blew up! I didn’t know where you or Tommy were… I was so worried-”
Ghostbur slowly began to untangle the lead around you, sitting up and letting you slide onto his lap. He didn’t seem phased by the news, maybe he already knew it was gone, but you didn’t stop to ask questions as you rambled on. All of your worries started pouring out at once.
He kept a gentle hand on your back, letting you talk as he used the hand with the lead wrapped around it to reach into his pocket and pull out a blob of blue. He handed it to you with an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come find you sooner.”
“I’m not sad, Ghostbur. Keep your blue, I’m fine. I’m just so happy to see you.”
He smiled, “I’m happy to see you, too.” You pulled him into another hug with a content sigh, trying your best to calm yourself down.
Once your breathing was even, you asked, “Have you seen Tommy anywhere?”
Ghostbur shook his head, “If you want to go find him, we should go ask Techno. His house is close by.”
You nodded, “Sounds like a plan.” As the two of you stood up, dusting the snow off your clothes, you finally decided to ask about the beautiful, blue sheep who had been happily chewing on a small patch of grass as the two of you caught up.
“So who's your friend?”
Ghostbur smiled in the direction of the sheep, “That’s just it. I think I wanna call her Friend.”
You giggled, “That’s perfect.” You gave Friend a pet and she nuzzled into your hand, “I hope the two of you don’t mind if I join you then?”
He took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Of course not.” And before the three of you set off to look for Tommy, he placed a loving kiss on your forehead that left butterflies in your stomach.
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Y/n: What makes you think I give a single shit about you?
Revivebur: You hallucinating my ghost for the past half a year is a pretty big clue. C'mon, what's the harm in admitting you love me? It's not like I can die again.
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•Fame Hurts 2•
Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Streamer!Fem!reader
Summary: your presence on social media fades, and your ex notices.
Genre: Angst, Fluff at the end
TW: cursing, arguing
AN: HOLY SHIT YALL LOVED THE FIRST ONE???? SLAY??? AGAIN TY TO @modelbus for inspo!
TAGS (sorry if you didn’t want it!): @queenofdisaster-6 @lemonboys-stuff @cathers-world
part 1 is here
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Wilbur had broke up with you over 2 weeks ago, and you hadn’t streamed, posted, or made any presence on social media since then. You didn’t see any point in trying to redeeming yourself, as people would still say the same shit anyway. About how you were using him, how you didn’t deserve your fame, and how you needed to humble yourself.
quite honestly, you hated yourself for not seeing the signs sooner. How Wilbur wanted to ‘Talk’ that one day, or how he became distant for a little bit after you had collaborated on a stream, or when your stream views started to decline. It was so fucking obvious, but you were too caught up in your own emotions to notice.
You hadn’t checked your phone since then either. It had been on ‘Do Not Disturb’ since you went to an old friend, Carissa’s, apartment to stay. The only person who knew you were alive was Carissa, and she was the only one who saw you. As far as everyone else knew, you had disappeared out of nowhere.
But today, for some odd reason, you had the urge to turn your phone off of ‘Do Not Disturb’ and check your notifications.
There were about 2000.
Texts, comments, DMs, and tags had taken over your notifications, mostly people just wondering where you went.
@bae: where did @yn.loves.you and @WilburSoot go??? did they die? where did they go??? —>@gaywaffle: i’ve been wondering this forever! like did smth happen???
you didn’t know Wilbur stopped posting too. but sure enough, his last tweet was about 3 weeks ago. And his last stream was 15 days ago. He hadn’t been position either, and it was a mystery to you why.
Next, the texts. Oh, the texts.
Tommy: YN wtf where are you????
BooRan: YN, please answer
Wilbur (blocked): 75 messages
You knew it wasn’t gonna end well, and that it was a bad idea, but you clicked on Wilbur’s profile.
Wilbur (blocked)
I’m sorry
please yn
respond please
it was shitty
i’m sorry yn
i love you so much
please..
Your vision turned red. after all the shit he said about you, after all the hurtful things he did, after fucking dumping you because of people on twitter, he was begging you to come back. you got up and stomped to your car. Your plan? to go to wilbur’s house and yell at him until you couldn’t yell. or until you passed out.
You pulled into wilbur’s driveway, with nothing but your phone and a lot of angry thoughts. you opened his unlocked door, and found him sleeping on the couch. You got some water from the fridge, brought it over to him, and poured it in his face.
he woke up with a jolt, sputtering and thrashing around like an idiot. he looked at his attacker, who was you, and his eyes lit up.
“YN!” he said, a smile gracing his lips.
“YOU BITCH!” you screamed, wiping the kind look away from his face. "Fucking dump me on the side of the road, then try to get back with me?? cause you realized that your too fucking sad without a girlfriend to stare at? I’m so sorry that YOU brought this upon yourself!” you continued, voice faltering in tears. you didn’t want to cry, but you couldn’t help it. the fact that every single word was true, and not one misunderstood word, made it hurt so much more.
“YN, can i explain?” he asked, eyes looking more sad than anything.
“Explain what? how you-“
you were cut off by a kiss. A gentle, sweet, loving kiss. if you weren’t so mad, you would even admit you liked it. and you couldn’t deny the fact you leaned into it.
He let go, looking at your eyes. “I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. I just hate to see you so mad- and at me, i just didn’t know what to do. can i please explain?”
you let out a loud sigh. “alright, go ahead.”
“Tommy told me that you loved me more than anything in the world, and so did Ran, and Phil too. everyone was saying how much they loved you.. except for the people who didn’t know you. I realized that the only reason people were saying that shit was because they didn’t know you. And if they did, they would never say that about you. Your sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, kind, and an incredible person. and i cannot believe i ever broke up with you. i’m so sorry.” he said everything in a fast paced manner, looking at the floor for the entire time.
your anger melted away. The way he said everything, you knew it was coming right from his heart. he glanced at you for but a second, and you decided to fuck it. you grabbed his face and kissed him, again. this time, it was happy. full of love, and pure joy.
you let go, and gave him a hug, at this point, you were both crying.
“YN, do you forgive me?” he asked, voice cracking.
“Yes, Wil. i forgive you.”
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what can i say i like ending on words
ANYWAY
i wrote this is 1 sitting so uh
yeah
there MIGHT be a part 3 😏
only if you ask nicely 🙄
OKAY ILYSM BYEEEE
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wilbur X sensitive reader
angst. Not much to say. Oh! Suicide. Depression. Yay....
Reader doesnt like to be yelled at. Than they 'shutdown'. Blocking out everything. Everyone.
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"GOD CAN YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!? ALL YOU DO IS WHINE ABOUT ME WORKING! CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!?" Wilbur yelled at you.
You being sensitive-about load and sudden noices. Being yelled at were the first of your worries.
"I'm sorry William" you said quietly.
William. You only called him that when you shutdowned or was really mad at him. Which has only happened a few times.
"no-please don't" he called softly. his heart cracking and falling to peace's.
You turned and walked out of the room with Wilbur's calls after you. He walks with you. Stopping when you got to the entry of the apartment.
"no! Please! Love! Darling!? Baby!? Please! I love you!" Wilbur shouted despretely after you.
"...." You stay silent. Him yelling, shouting and than saying he loves you is too much.
You think of ending it all.
You start walking, running to the bridge. Near where you lived with wilbur-or william.
Wilbur sees you running to the bridge.
"No! You can't do that!" He shouted running after you.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you in that edge. Where so many lost theur lives, their loved ones.
You look to him. Tears falling from both of your eyes. He starts tearing up to.
"please" Wilbur pleeds.
"you said to leave you alone" you said quiety. Only he could hear.
"no-i didn't mean any of that" he says crying.
"I'm sorry, I left you a note in your office" you say lovingly. Smiling sweetly
Your smile only breaks his smashed heart more.
You start leenong to the edge.
"NO!" Wilbur shouts takes off running towards you.
He only falls to the ground. Sobbing. He didn't even say 'i love you'.
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When Wilbur gets to the apartmen. He goes straight to the office.
He sees a note with a little box next to it.
He opens the box to see a little bracelet. He remember he saw you had one this afternoon.
He than opens the note.
It reads:
Dear my lovely wilbur.
Happy birthday!!!!!! I love you sooooooo much! I made this bracelet for us. I have one t! We're matching! I hope this it your favorite birthday ever.
I love so very much,
From the love of your life, y/n.
Wilbur break downs crying. He forgot it was his birthday. You died on his birthday. He lost you on his birthday.
"I'm sorry love, but it's not my favourite birthday" he says quietly sobbing in the corner with the bracelet to his heart.
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Can you tell I have depression?
#wilbur x you#wilbur soot#wilbur fanart#wilbur mcyt#wilbur smut#wilbur x reader#dream smp#dsmp#ghostbur#tnt duo#fanart#my fanart#Angst#light angst#anyone x reader#angst with a sad ending
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Hey..
I made this, all of them. I wrote it some time ago, and it was a request. Even through this bad situation, I see some random people still liking my Wilbur stuff, so I thought about giving it an ending in the right way.
#wilbur soot x y/n#wilbur soot smut#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot imagine#wilbur soot x you#wilbur soot#simpbur x reader#simpbur#ghostbur#bursonas#cc!wilbur#c!wilbur#argbur
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what the hell's an intro?
SUPER FUN INFO !
hiii!! I’m Ozzy, Oz, Ozbur… whatever you wanna call me! I’m 18 & use they/them! I enjoy writing a lot, drawing! and I am a huuuuge enjoyer of Bursonas. I like Lovejoy, Wilbur Soot duh, The Walking Dead, and I like to think of myself as a bit of a gamer… Minecraft, Apex Legends, Lethal Company, The Finals, Phasmo… etc.
REQUESTS !
I will take writing requests in my asks! I may take some time to get to them since I’m a student. I mainly write the different bursonas! Especially Simpbur!!
BOUNDARIES !
I would prefer if minors DNI since I am an adult!!
I will NOT write: incest, scat/urine, pedophilia, necrophilia, IRL Wilbur (cc!wilbur, or other irl streamers/people), sootcest (/romantic,, platonic is fine!)
I WILL write: angst, transmasc (bc i'm transmasc n i say so), tooth rotting fluff, AUs
writing will most likely be you/yours pronouns
Feel free to send asks, requests, blurbs… anything you want! I will be accepting Anons as well, so claim your emojis :)
#bursonas#argbur#wilbur soot#simpbur#incelbur#ghostbur#wilbur soot x reader#simpbur x reader#simpbur x you#wilbur x you#writing#introductory post#the walking dead#the walking dead x reader#mcyt x reader
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The Evermore was a beautiful place, if a bit squishy. The clearing was tidy and cute, with witchy looking buildings. The witch herself, Shelby, emerged from a building at Cub’s calls.
“Omg hi Cub! I’m so glad you came!” Shelby said.
“Of course. You said something about needing some help?”
“Yeah!” Shelby clapped her hands. “See, beyond the Evermore is a mysterious fog, and I’m stumped in what to do about it. I want to know why it’s there, and what’s causing it. I was hoping you could help me figure this whole fog thing out- magic seems to be a bust, but maybe science? And you’re wearing a lab coat.”
“Yep. That’s the only credential you need in science, definitely.” Cub said. “Is it dangerous in there?”
“Well, maybe. Kind of? Yeah. People keep going in and not coming out. Not everyone! Most people just hear voices or get their soul stolen. It’s weird in there. Definitely ghosts. Maybe. I don’t know.” Shelby gave him a very nervous smile.
“Well, I’ve got the power of this big axe that Katherine gave me on my side, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Cub said, hoisting his battle axe before putting it back in its holster. “I’ll slice down any ghost.”
“Awesome! Well, good luck!” Shelby said, waving him off.
And so Cub went, checking behind every tree and root he passed. The mangrove forest was huge, and the deeper he got, the harder it was to see. At first he thought it was just the density of the foliage, but an odd coloration to the air and a rather offensive smell made him realize that the fog was here. And then came the whispers.
“Hello?” Cub pulled out his battle axe, looking around nervously. The whispers in the fog didn’t necessarily sound dangerous, more like an out-of-earshot conversation he wasn’t part of. But the way Shelby had looked at him, the genuine fear in the eyes of the witch who lived with the fog at her back, kept him on edge. And there was this distinct feeling of dread that Cub could feel radiating from his very soul. Someone was watching him. Someone was waiting for him.
“Are you lost?”
Cub gasped, swinging all around him, but only hitting a tree. There was a voice, echoey and almost lost sounding, but definitely distinct from the whispers.
“Who- where are you?” Cub whirled all around, seeing nothing except the fog and the shadows of trees. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything- oh, no, Friend, don’t- oh my god.”
Something blue came out of the fog, and Cub swung at it. The axe went right through it, and Cub stood dumbfounded with his axe buried in the mud, looking at a blue sheep. And behind it emerged a tall man with a yellow sweater with a gash in it. Cub yanked the axe out of the ground.
“Literally so fucking rude to swing at an animal, lucky Friend has infinite lives.” The man, Cub noticed, was translucent. So was the sheep. He could see the fog through both of them. “So you’re lost and scared, then. They usually are.”
“You’re what’s been causing this fog!” Cub exclaimed, holding the axe aloft again. “I can’t believe I found you!”
“No, you’re being silly.” The ghost said firmly, holding out a hand. “I am Ghostbur, not a fog. Ghost. Not fog. See the difference? I’m just like, here, man.”
“Shelby said there would be ghosts.” Cub said. “I didn’t think she was right. Are you the ghost of one of the people who got lost in here, then?”
Ghostbur shook his head. “No, no. Just, here, you know. Listen, Cub, you look very scared and confused. Here, have some blue. It‘ll help, although it looks a little funny. Maybe it’s the fog- it has a way of distorting things.” Ghostbur reached down as if to pet Friend, but his hand went deeper then should be possible. When he pulled back, the ghost was holding a handful of a dark blue and black substance, that not so much leaked from his hand as it did convulse. Cub knew what it was, he’d seen it before in his travels. Sculk. Ghostbur held it out to Cub, smiling just as politely as he had been this whole exchange.
“You know what… I’m good, actually, man. Super nice to meet you, but I’ve got to get going… meetings, you know how it is.” Cub chuckled nervously and turned around, hoping that if he just walked in a straight line, he’d get out of this place. Forget science and curiosity. Some things were better left unanswered.
“It’s rude not to accept a gift, Cubfan.” Ghostbur said, and Cub suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back and chest. He looked down, and found Ghostbur’s pale hand, still holding the sculk, all the way through his chest. “We don’t want to be rude, now do we?” Ghostbur whispered in his ear, and Cub could feel it, could feel Ghostbur’s slimy lips against the shell of his ear. With a nasty, wet pop, Ghostbur’s hand withdrew back through Cub’s body, and a shiver of cold shot through him, radiating out from the spot where Ghostbur’s arm had been.
What followed the cold was a floating sense of calm. Cub turned around and was not suprised to find Ghostbur holding a white light in his hand. “My soul.” Cub said. He couldn’t care less, although it was very pretty. Too bright, but pretty.
“Yes. You don’t need it.” Ghostbur replied. “You must spread the sculk.”
“I will.” Cub replied. He knew what that meant. He always had, deep inside. He turned around and walked away, the fog pushing him where he needed to go, back into the Evermore. With every step he took, he could feel the sculk grow inside his body and on his skin. It was wonderful, and soon everyone would know this feeling. Cub smiled. It was simple. Spread the sculk.
#November 30 2022#fic#hc x empires#cubfan135#Ghostbur#Shelby is there for a hot sec love ya bb#long post#oh so you thought I was done w Ghostbur huh
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The ghost living inside your house.
Au!Ghostbur x GN! Reader
Romantic!
Description: Thinking of ghost living inside your house doesn't sound that pleasant. But this ghost only wanted to make your days better.
tws: ghost obviously, sadness, breakup.
it started with your partner breaking up with you. you dashing to your room and slamming the door, drowning your self with blankets, hoping that sleep will fix your feelings.
In the corner of your room stood ghostbur with a sad pout on his face. He always wanted to make him self present in a romantic way, but he didn't want to get in the way of your relationship with your partner. He'd think that now you broke up that he'd be bursting with joy, only to have feelings of pity and sadness.
He wish he could go snuggle up against you and tell you everything is alright, and that he's here for you... but waking up next to a ghost wouldn't be the best first impression. But, he couldn't bare to see his crush this way, so he decided to do something about it.
You woke up trying to go back to sleep for 20 minutes, only to realize that your no longer tired. You lazily pushed the blankets off of you and went to the kitchen, not knowing what's baking for you.
The kitchen was a frightening sight- a foggy silhouette of the back of a person was cracking an egg into a frying pan. The figure quickly turned around being obviously stunned but, not as stunned as you. You stayed wide eyed staring at the figure blushing in front of you.
After awhile you came to the conclusion that the boy was a ghost and even if you didn't want to admit it, he was pretty cute.
The staring and standing contest wasn't kept because the figure slowly floated towards you.
The boy finally got closer than arms length to you and just stared at you.. if it was the stereotypical ghost you would be scared for your life. But something about the boy made you feel safe and at ease... Safer than you've ever felt before.. all thoughts about your ex are gone, and you only focus on the pretty boy in front of you. Not only that but it was hard to be scared when the flustered ghost boy had a pink tint on his ghostly cheeks.
The soft, calm tension was real, you both knew that each other we're flustered. Still no one wanted to speak up... UNTILL you decided to end the tension and place your hand on the figure's cheek.
You comfortingly placed your hand on his cheek expecting it to be cold, but surprising your self by the comforting warmth.
Warmth that'd you want to wrap your self in forever.
You finally decided to break the silence by asking, "i thought ghosts were cold..?"
expecting a growly voice to respond but only being responded by a calm comforting voice, "don't believe what everyone says darlin"
#ghostbur#wilbur soot imagine#wilbur soot x you#wilbur soot#wilbur dream smp#ghostbur x reader#mcyt imagine#dsmp fluff
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Can we get a ghostbur x reader where reader is also a ghost? Maybe just some cute ghost shenanigans or cuddling
🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff
| Guillotine |
Rain patterns against the cobble stone walkway as you stumbled through the night, the umbrella in your hands trembling as water soaked through your leather boots burning the bottoms of your feet, yet the rivers of acid running down your cheeks were what hurt the most, yet you just couldn't stop crying. You shoulders shuddered as you hiccups and gasped for air between sobs, only truly catching your breath as you knock on your best friends door.
You didn't have to wait long, the door swung open quickly a frightened ghost bur ushering you inside with worried gasps. "Oh y/n, what's wrong what's happened?" He fretted, taking your face in his hands, wiping the tears from your face despite the hiss of pain that escaped his clenched teeth afterward. "It's.. it's silly" you chuckle nervously, closing your umbrella and leaning it against the wall. "But I just... I just couldn't be alone tonight," you added your gaze not being able to meet his own. You were embarrassed, humiliated truly that even in death your nightmares plagued you.
Ghostbur patted his pockets for a moment in fanatic movements before pulling out a handful of blue mush. "Here, here darling have some blue, have some blue, calm yourself." he soothed handing the paste off too your hands before bringing you into a tight hug, no doubt smearing dye across the back of your shirt, though you didn't mind a bit. "Oh, 'bur thank you!" You sigh into the crook of his neck, squeezing your eyes tight as you felt him raise you from the ground, resting you on his chest as he floated towards his bedroom.
Shifting to better relax on top of the ghost you smile softly, blinking away your tears. "You bring me such comfort 'Bur, your the best friend a poltergeist can have" you admit with a shaky voice. He swallowed thickly his hands tightening on your shirt for just a moment, so quick you nearly thought you had imagined it.
"Of course, anything for you y/n." He hummed, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you began to de-stress, relaxing your tense muscles into the phantom. "Why don't you stay here for a while, you've been coming to my house more and more, might be a save of time if you just stay with me" he offered with a kind smile, toying with the ends of your hair as he rockedyou slightly back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Like a baby you gave a tried yawn, some human qualities always remain. "That sounds like a good idea, I'd hate to impose on your home though..-" "You could never over stay in my home y/n, especially when you're being haunted like this."
You roll your eyes and let out a long groan, the memories of your horrid dream beginning to slip from your mind. "Ghostbur, what did we say about ghost puns." You scold, the smug look on the phantoms face had you bracing for another awful joke.
"That's they're ghastly-"
"Ghostbur I'm gonna put you in the ground a second time I swear on my blade."
#dsmp x reader#mcyt x reader#mcyt x y/n#dsmp imagine#mcyt x you#dsmp x you#ghostbur imagine#ghostbur x you#ghostbur x reader#ghostbur x y/n
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hello welcome !!!
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hi there I’m ori, I decided I might as well do an introduction and properly start posting on tumblr after lurking for so many years !! (I also don’t really know what I’m doing so if I’m not using proper tumblr adequate ig- let me know !!)
I’m a writer and I mainly will write for MCYT creators and related creators in that area <3
I do write NSFW so my account is strictly 18+ !! I don’t want children reading that
Requests are open!! So feel free I don’t bite I promise <33
#mcyt#mcyt fandom#mcyt x reader#mcyt smut#mcyt x y/n#mcyt imagine#mcytblr#wilbur x you#ghostbur#wilbur soot#dsmp#tntduo#dream smp#dsmp wilbur#dsmp quackity#dsmp au#wilbur soot x reader#qsmp#qsmp quackity#qsmp lore#qsmp eggs#quackity smp#quackity#elquackity
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This is all nice and well but all i cant think abt rn is how much of a shame it is that ghostbur n slime never got to meet
#guy who cant remember shit x guy who remembers everything#do you see my vision#livebloggin dsmp#ghostbur#c!slimecicle
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Racist Character of Today:
DreamWastaken from the DSMP Series
#mcyt#dream smp#technoblade#dsmp#tubbo#ghostbur#tommyinnit#wilbur kin#wilbur x reader#revived wilbur#wilbur x you#wilbur mcyt#wilbur soot#quackity#dreamwastaken#dreamwasfound#georgenotfound#dream team#gnf#sapnap#dreamnotfound#tubbo fictive#tubbo kin#tubbolive#dsmp tubbo#tubbo underscore#bench trio#tommy innit#alkaline trio#divorce trio
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someone to live with
part 2 to someone to (not) die with
➸ note; i know i said id post this at 8- but I was watching heartland with my mom and like.. sobbed like a baby anyways, hope you enjoy!!
➸ pairing; revivebur x gn!reader // c!wilbur x gn!reader
➸ summary; after wilbur's death and a too long to think, you ask your sister to help you. she does but maybe her methods work a bit too well.
➸ warning; slight hurt/big comfort, suicide mentions, kissing, easily forgiving reader, ghostbur goes to a happy limbo, probably swearing
➸ age-rating; 15+
➸ wordcount; 3.1k
main masterlist // part 1
wilbur's funeral was quicker than most, and not many people showed up. if anything, it was mostly you and his father and brothers. Niki came by, your sister Grace did too. but in all honesty, not many people bothered to pay their respects.
you also kept it quiet, taking a few days before the funeral to really let everything sink in, to let the fact he left the bouquet you gave him on the spot he wanted to be buried. it was just by the hill he used to sit on, the one he took you to and told you all about his dreams for the future. for lmanburg and for the future you both hoped to share.
you wouldn't be sharing that future now.
despite that; the time since wilbur's death went by slowly, and was utterly agonizing. your home felt colder, although it could've been winter slowly creeping up, you chalked it up to the lack of your partner. or maybe it was his ghost that wandered your halls that emanated that cold. or maybe he just contributed to it. whatever it was, you found yourself spending more time out in the snow sitting by his grave than sitting by the fire in your living room.
you'd talk to him, or rather the corpse of his that was buried a few feet down in a hand built coffin that his older brother forged through anger. Techno wasn't known for tears.
but you were. you wouldn't be surprised if your tears eventually froze over whenever you spoke to his grave, as the days were getting colder and the chill of the wind started to burn your cheeks.
ghostbur was nice, you thought. a nice distraction. he was kind and sweet and he was all the good of Wilbur and more. he wasn't Wilbur, he made that clear, but you knew that the moment you met him. he caught you on a less than good day, wandering around your house, mindlessly walking the halls and dissociating to the point you weren't sure what was going on or where you were.
but he came knocking on your doorstep, friend behind him. you took him in, since he had nowhere else to go. you helped him stable up friend, put him in the pen and set him up in the fields while you brought ghost in and helped him warm up. you kept him away from the snow and cold, helping him become afloat again. he stayed back with you, keeping an eye on you and giving you blue any time he could. he loved spending time with you, caring for you.
he was a good friend, and he hoped that's what he always would be.
no matter how many times you'd tell him how wonderful of a friend he was, he wouldn't believe it. even when you brought up the time he saved you a week after he walked into your life. you were so close to ending it all, jumping off the edge and joining your wilbur. but he stopped you, he managed to talk you down and he held you and promised to protect you, and that he did. he protected you, he cared for you and even if your relationship was platonic at best, he was a wonderful partner.
meanwhile, wilbur was pent up in limbo. pacing the platform, listening to the sounds of the train passing by not once stopping for him. he was going crazy, mind you he already was, but this was a whole new level.
there wasn't much to do up there, time passed so much more slowly. there weren't any books to busy him with, all he could do was sit and listen to the screeching and taunting of the train. the sounds drove him mad, a constant reminder of what he can never reach, what he can't get back. what he destroyed with his selfish ways.
he nearly ripped his hair out, with the way regret and stress was eating at his dead form. he was tired, lost and he couldn't get it out of his mind what mistakes he'd made. the long list of things he'd ruined with his own presence.
sometimes he'd wonder if it's better that he's dead. maybe he shouldn't bother with troubling thoughts of how to get back. you must be thriving, he hopes you're thriving.
you weren't. it's crawling up to the two month anniversary, and to say the least, you were losing it. you were good at pretending, pretending that you were okay and healing but in reality; you weren't. you were staying up at night, clinging to his old trench coat and shutting your eyes in hopes you could pretend he was there and would materialize into his coat at any moment. it felt stupid to do this, but it kept you from being pushed onto the ledge.
"Grace?" you whisper, holding your cup of tea close to your chest, sitting behind her counter at her flower shop. your sister was always a safe place for you, especially when you couldn't sift through your thoughts on your own. she helped.
"mm?" she hums, turning to face you with a smile before returning to the flowers she was working on. a small winter themed display for the Christmas festival she was preparing for. as for every other shop owner in L'manburg.
"have you.. have you learnt anything about revival?" you managed to mumble out, eyes casted down on the floor as you set aside your tea.
"I've done some research," you didn't catch the way she froze for a moment, as if she was buffering. and you especially didn't know that her research pertained to reviving the same person you wished to.
"how much?"
"enough." she sighs out, tying a ribbon around the bunch of stems, placing the bouquet on display before cleaning up her workstation.
"how hard is it? to revive someone, I mean." you bit your lip, nearly drawing blood before you quit, looking away again but this time outside the front windows.
"is this about wilbur?"
she didn't need to ask, she already knew. it's always about wilbur. you fidget with your fingers, wringing your hands together as you shrug, "maybe."
"if.. and I mean, if. if you revive him, he may not be the same," Grace frowns, walking over to you and bringing you into a hug. for a younger sister, she acted like an older, doting sister occasionally.
"at least I'll have him back, y'know?" you shrug again, raising your shoulders before dropping them in defeat, leaning deeper into her hug.
"I'll help," she draws in a breath, calculating her next words as she steps back to look at you, "if you promise to not blame anyone but him if he comes back an ass, okay?" she cracks a smile, chuckling softly at her own words as your own lips curl up and you roll your eyes.
"fine-" you pause, mind reeling as you remember ghostbur. how could you hurt him?
"what will happen to ghostbur?"
Grace shrugs, pulling away and turning to grab some more flowers to put together, "he'll be sent to limbo."
"so he'll die?" regret bubbles up in your throat like bile, and your eyes widen at the thought.
"no, no," she starts before stopping, biting her bottom lip, "he'll go to his own limbo."
"is that good?"
her shoulders lift, mouth curled in a frown and uncertainty paints on her face, "in theory, yes. I'm sure he'll be fine. it's- he'll be okay."
"if.. if getting back wil hurts ghost- i- I can't do that to him, Grace," your lips curl downwards and you step into the main area of the shop, grabbing some baby's breath and setting it on the counter by your sister.
"it won't hurt him. i promise," she rests her hand on yours, shooting you a soft and sympathetic gaze.
you take in a breath and nod, "okay, when can we start?"
you were sure that the rivival process was long and tedious, and maybe it was but-- grace liked to work alone. she'd update you when you showed up at her shop every morning, reassuring you that everything was fine.
it was a few days before ghostbur disappeared, which grace warned you about. you just hoped he was okay. despite the lack of the beloved ghost, you still hadn't found wilbur, and Grace was becoming more suspicious.
she avoided your questions, choosing short answers and it seemed like she was pulling herself at both ends, spreading herself thin. you were worried but Tom didn't know anything, and Grace wasn't letting you in on it anytime soon.
"why can't I see them, grace?" wilbur pried, sitting on the bench in the back of Grace's shop.
"I don't trust you yet. you haven't proved to me that you won't hurt them," she toyed with the ribbon she held, melting the ends to keep it from freying.
"you've threatened me enough, I think that's plenty of reason-"
"no, wilbur, you killed yourself and left them off on their own. threatening isn't enough for you to get it through your head that your fucking existence could hurt them! sometimes that's all you do," she scoffs, placing down the ribbon and picking up the next one, sealing the ends again. she takes a moment, listening to the silence of the room, the silence that's fallen on wilbur. she rolls her eyes, huffing before she continues, "I'm sorry, okay? but I've had to watch my sibling suffer because of your decisions, and they suffered longer than you've been dead," she pauses, shutting her eyes and taking a breath before continuing, "I'm not trying to be hard on you, I promise but- just, please understand, wil."
"I know, I know I've hurt them but I promise, I can make it better. weren't they the one that asked to revive me?" he counters, standing up and making his way to stand beside grace, towering over her and resting his hand on her shoulder.
"yes, they were but- I warned them and I just don't want them hurt."
"I won't hurt them," he starts, resting his hands on both her shoulders, "I promise."
she pulls back, "fine, but remember the second I catch wind that you've hurt them, say goodbye to living. and your reproductive organs."
"I think killing me is good enough," he laughs softly, pulling grace into a hug and mumbling, "thank you, so much,"
"yeah, sure."
"I'll see you later, yeah?" wilbur's lips curl into a smile as he practically bounces towards the door. he hurries out of the flower shop, determination taking over and hope filling his veins.
all the while you're out by his grave, again. maybe you should build something in honor of ghostbur, you think. he's not here anymore, hopefully in a better place so surely you should do something to honor his memory. just like you did with wilbur. like you always did.
you sifted your fingers through the grass, tugging at it gently, trying not to fully rip it but just mess with it. your mind runs miles an hour, wandering through thoughts and feelings that haven't quite healed yet.
moss has begun to grow on his headstone, flowers grace planted around it now blooming up around the stone. it's heavily weathered, the words.
'wilbur soot. beloved son, friend, partner, brother and president. 1996-2020.'
they're painted on and the snow and sleet has worn it down, its barely visible. the words ghost on the stone. but you have it memorized, by reading it over before you had it made, and then reading it over and over again for hours every day since his death. like a mantra, even if it has no purpose other than to hurt you.
you'd been sitting there for who knows how long, your fingers felt like icicles but you barely noticed the pricking cold. you weren't sure what you were hoping for, praying for by sitting alone but it was something.
the sound of fabric waving in the wind, and footsteps crunching on the grass, and then the scent hits you; cigarettes and cologne. mixed together and hitting your nose sharply. you bite your lip, letting your breath catch in your throat, not bothering to look behind you.
"wilbur?" you mumble, and then you hear his smile form, a little puff of air let out with it.
"hello, my love," he stands beside you, waiting for you to invite him to sit with you. you glance up at him, mouth slightly agape.
"you're alive."
"yeah, I am. thank god grace let me go. finally-" he chuckles, and for the first time in a while, you smile. a genuine smile.
"what? she kept you cooped up?" you pat the spot beside you, keeping your eyes up on you.
"yes, she did. and she threatened my livelihood," he follows your guide, sitting beside you and letting his legs stretch out before him. you finally catch a glance at the discoloration on his face, the bruises and patches of skin too pale or too tan.
"oh? so she threatened to neuter you?" you meet his eyes finally, smile soft but clear on your face.
"that's her favorite threat," he chuckles softly, fingers twitching as if he was going to reach for you. he takes a sharp breath, looking forward and out on the horizon over the hill. he takes a moment before pulling something out of his trench coat pocket, but you stop him short.
"you grabbed the coat?" you frown, fingers reaching out to play with the fabric, rubbing it between your fingertips. you glance up at him and he finally reaches forward, hand on your cheek and thumb rubbing your skin.
"it wasn't the only thing I grabbed," he sucks in a breath, pulling his hand away and taking out two rings, the rings he left for you, "i found them, on the mantle and i- I wanted to do what I didn't before."
"so you've been in our house?"
"is that what you take from this?" he chuckles, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. to his surprise, you don't flinch away but rather lean into it and sigh.
"maybe, but- are you.."
"proposing? if you're okay with it," he starts, pulling the rings off the string and putting his hand out for yours. you nod and give him your hand. he slips the ring on and begins again, "will you marry me?"
"mmm.. I don't know- will I?" you crack a smile before chuckling softly, "yes, yes I will. idiot."
he pulls you into a hug, your right leg tossed over his lap as you both pull one another closer. and then you pull back and reach your hand out, palm up.
"what?"
"the ring, it's only fair."
"oh?" wilbur smiles, handing you the wedding band he intended on wearing. you slip it on his ring finger before kissing each of his finger tips.
"I missed you,"
"I missed you too," he leans closer, resting his hand on your cheek again and stroking the skin.
"mm, I'm sure you've had plenty of time to miss me," the corner of your mouth twitches upwards into a smirk. you stand up, reaching your hand down for him to take as you help him up to stand. he rests his hands on your hips, squeezing gently before leaving a kiss on your cheek.
"too much time," he mumbles, holding you close and hugging you, "I'm sorry, for all I've done. I know that no words can account for all that I've put you through but I- I hope you can find a way to put up with me."
"don't worry, I forgave you a while ago. you were stupid but, dream is dead and it's because of what you pulled. we have you to thank for that."
"I'm still sorry," he winces, and you grab his hand, leading him back to the cabin as you shrug.
"I know, and you're going to have to do a lot more than say sorry for other people. but for me, you're lucky I missed you so much. otherwise, I probably wouldn't have asked to have you revived."
"I know but-" you shoot him a warning look, silently telling him to shut his trap before he starts whining again, "okay, okay, I get it."
"good, now- let's go enjoy ourselves yeah? get you a shower and go to bed. because, love you, darling but you reek." you chuckle, tugging him by his hand up the stairs of your porch, hurrying in and shutting the door behind you.
he pulls you to him by your hips, swaying you gently before he leans down to pull you into a kiss, lips licking together in a way they haven't in over six months, you think. much longer than he's been dead.
you reach your arms up, wrapping them around his neck as you both tug one another together, your bodies now pressed up. the warmth he spreads wraps around you and you've never felt more at home.
the kiss doesn't end until you both have to gasp for air, and you drop your head to press against his chest. he rubs your back with his hands, gentle circles spun over your shirt.
"do I really reek?" he croons, looking up at the ceiling as your fingers grasp at his shirt.
"yes you do,"
he attempts to get out of it, poking out a gentle pout and you pull back. folding your arms over your chest as you shake your head, smirking at the way he tries to beg like a puppy.
"wilbur- you do realize I was going to make brownies while you showered, right?" you knew the moment you mentioned baked goods, he'd do whatever you asked. he'd do whatever you asked anyway, but a little bribe never hurt anyone.
"wait really?" his eyes light up and his pout falls off and is replaced with an excited grin. you nod and he lunges down to press thankful kisses all over your face, giggling happily as he holds you by your sides, fingers curling over your waist.
"yes- god, you only love me for my baking?"
"no, but it is a plus," he pulls back, placing a quick peck to your lips before sprinting up the stairs for him to shower. you shake your head, smile clear as day on your lips as you venture into the kitchen to begin baking.
despite everything, the pain and turmoil and living without him, you're glad you asked to have him revived, even if it meant some sacrifice. yet the more you think of it, you're gonna have to thank grace for holding your fiance hostage tomorrow.
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greetings. could u write a little imagine thing for ethoslab? watcher!reader or dsmp!reader thanks! preferably male reader. take ur time if u do write it. stay hydrated.
my fuck this is such a good idea thank you anon for being so smart
anyways dsmp reader with angst sorry about that
completely forgot u asked for an imagine so have a whole fic instead. I might write a seperate imagine for this one too tho
-ˋˏ✄— Bubbling Memories
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Ethoslab x Male! DSMP! Reader
Pronouns: he/him
"You're more home to me than any house is."
.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.
CW!!
—Mentions of character death
—Implications of self-harm & attempt su*c*de
—Blood
—Derealization(?)
Every second spent in that lawless server—ironic, considering it had been laws that started wars—was spent in the echoes of left behind misery. There was never silence in that world. If you managed to stumble upon even a sliver of quaint and quiet, you would find that it would have been better to have the ear piercing noise.
Y/n was lucky enough to have been left with one life. The last thing he remembered from the old server was the sorrowful eyes of his friends waving goodbye as he left. The portal—it vaguely reminded him of a nether portal if it was pink—shrunk as Tubbo's and Ranboo's backs turned to leave.
He hugged the blue stained yellow sweater closer to himself as he turned towards the new server—his new server—as the habitants greeted him with warmed welcome arms.
He was half afraid of building something that took effort. But one reassuring conversation with Xisuma—the man somewhat resembled Dream. Why was his mask fucking green?—coaxed him into building one of the biggest and best things he had ever created in his life. Well, it was just an "improved" Logstedshire, but it was the thought that counts, right? Building it reminded him of the time he spent with his brothers—though one had been a ghost, it was fine. He even put a bell where he and Tommy would—!
His hands stopped swinging the bell.
Tommy was dead. His younger brother had visited Dream in the prison where he was left to die. And he left his brother because he was too much of a pussy to confront the same man who had tormented him until he had a knife barely glazing at the skin of his throat.
He shook his head, running his hands through the mop he called hair as the bell ringed a final time. It silenced before it stilled. And then Y/n left his base.
Voices rang in his ear—was it his?—as he scolded himself for building something that gave him so much horrible memories more than the good ones. Why can't be just be like Ghostbur? Forgetful of the sorrows and always looking at the sun even through dark clouds.
His arms found comfort in himself, wrapping around each other as his nails dug into the skin under the yellow sweater. Wilbur wouldn't mind if he stained it, right? Wilbur would reassure him that it was fine, he was fine, it was all fine. And then he'd take the sweater and wash it. Because Wilbur was a good big brother.
No, Wilbur's dead. His brother was long dead before Philza killed him. Ghostbur wasn't like Wilbur, either.
He walked aimlessly around the server. He would have reminded himself of Ranboo's enderwalking state if he was in his own head. He watched as he passed by builds, ignoring the calls of concerned friends—friends? He had friends now?—as his feet brought him further and further from the build that he longed to blow up. Longed to tear into shreds bare handed as the memories of a pain long buried but never forgotten bubbled back to his head. Longed to feel the blood coat his fingers as his fists crashed through the shards of glass that showed the reflections of himself—a man who was too much of a coward to save his little brother. Too much of a coward to stop his father from killing the brother he looked up to. Too much of a fucking coward to just shove the knife through his chest, in the same place the sword dyed the sweater blue.
He longed to let his hands, his arms, his whole body fucking hurt. The seating hot pain that followed, the ache, the numbness, before it disappeared and he'd wake up with one less life left.
A hand was placed on his wrists. Cold, it was so fucking cold, as it pulled his shaking hands away from the yellow—now red stained sleeves—sweater.
It jolted him awake. Whether it was the cold, the tug of his arms, the way his voice called to him, or his concerned eyes searching for something—just something—in Y/n's unfocused stare.
"Y/n, hey," Etho's voice was gentle. He was patient as he tried to bring Y/n's eyes to his own. "Hey, hey, I'm here."
"I—Etho?" Y/n's voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible to Etho if he hadn't been paying close attention to him. "What—?"
Etho's arms wrapped around his midsection, pressing him against himself as his hand raised to hold Y/n's head gently. "Thank void you're okay."
Hesitantly, Y/n wrapped his arms around Etho's neck. He hadn't realized his legs were shaking until his whole weight was leaned against him. But Etho didn't complain, he was strong enough to carry Y/n if he ever needed. And he did now.
Y/n sniffled. He didn't stop the tears flowing out of his eyes as he buried his head on Etho's shoulder. And Etho let him. He buried his head on his hair as Y/n's whole body shook.
Pressing a feather light kiss on the crown of his head, Etho whispered in the quiet forest. "It's okay, you can cry. But it is never your fault. None of it is."
Y/n's eyes searched the distance, and he realized just how far he walked when he spotted the world border a distance away. He sniffled and hiccuped as Etho gently and patiently combed through his hair.
He shook off his thoughts before it could remind him of a memory long past and buried himself further into Etho's clothes. It smelled like redstone, and the glowing red dust was enough to tell Y/n that he was working on a project before hand.
"Let's get you home, shall we?"
"No, not my place. Please don't bring me back there, not again."
Etho nodded. The pain in Y/n's voice stung his heart, and he knew he had to make him feel better. He kneeled down for a short second just to hook his arms under Y/n's knees and bring him up to carry him easier. Y/n's head still nested on his shoulder as he took off to the direction of his own base.
"My place, then."
"You don't have a proper base yet, Etho." Etho felt the upwards tug of his lips. His eyes glanced down to Y/n's whose reddened eyes watched the path they took.
"Hey, it's a home to me and it'll be a home to you!" He laughed to lighten the mood. Y/n's quiet chuckles followed after him and he smiled down at him.
"Thank you, Etho."
"Anytime, sweetheart."
Y/n could take down improved Logstedshire when he felt better. Then, he wouldn't have to do it bare handed. Or alone, he reminded himself, as his eyes found dual coloured eyes.
Right now, he was just content to be with Etho.
—PATCHWRK !
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