#alivebur x reader

[v1x1n1ty]

"𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎" - 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛/𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜! 𝚂𝚘, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚗 𝚀𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝! 𝚂𝚘, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

TW: Swearing, blood, violence, gore, death/suicide

My @ on Quotev is BlueB00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sound of TNT pierced through my brain as I ran, my legs slowly burning, running up the grassy plains hill towards the noise of the TNT.

"TOMMY! WILBUR! PHIL!!" I screeched, my voice trying painfully to squeeze through the echo of the TNT noises.

Suddenly, a voice through the noise screamed back, although not at me.

"C'mon Phil! JUST DO IT! KILL ME! KILLZA! KILLZA!"

Phil. Someone was screaming at PHIL to kill them. I tried hurtfully to pinpoint the voice, and failed miserably until I heard it scream a second time. "JUST FUCKIN' DO IT! C'MON KILLZA!!" 

The voice was easy to read now. It was Will, and he was yelling at Phil, his own father, to kill him. I ran towards the voice, my feet pounding against the soil and grass beneath me, as I watched the horizon of we're the TNT was exploding come into view.

My feet burned, my head pounded from the noise surrounding me, but I continued to run through my pain until I shocking site came into my view. Phil was standing above WIilbur, his feet planted at both sides of his chest, a diamond sword in hand. Will was grinning like a mad man but somehow still had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"WILBUR!" I screeched and watched as Will's head twitched towards me, his grin turning into a sad half smile. Phil looked at me with a look of terror in his eyes, and I wondered what was going through his head. 

"I'm sorry..." Phil mouthed towards me, and Wilbur likely noticed because his grin returned and he spoke for the last time.

"It was never mean't to be..." And before I could utter another cry, the diamond sword in Phil's hand plunged into Will's stomach. I screamed a painful, high pitched noise. 

The sound of the TNT faded out, and I dropped to my knees and wiped tears from my swollen eyes. "Y/N! Y/N!" A different voice yelled, one that wasen't Phil or Tommy's... I gulped. Or Wilburs. 

I spun around I stared up teary-eyed at Niki, her pink hair fluttering in her face, as she too locked teary eyes with me. "I'm sorry..." She whispered as she dropped to her knees with me and brought me into a hug, where I sobbed against her shoulder.

This can't be happening, I thought to myself as the tears continued out of me.

"Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!"

A voice prodded at my mind, and suddenly, Niki, the sound of TNT, and my sorrow all faded away from me.

"Y/N? Y/N wake up!" The voice that had forced me out of my memory shook my brain, the noise echo throughout my entire body. 

Or so it felt.

My E/C eyes fluttered open slowly, catching a quick glimpse at the ceiling and bright white walls of my bedroom. The voice that spoke shook me from what I felt was internal, but rather I was being shaken by an outward presence, specifically Philza.

"Mornin' Sleepyhead!" Phil said, his voice booming against the walls. It was loud, yet peaceful somehow. I rolled over onto my side, the full view of Phil's body.

Phil was a tall man with an average build, blonde hair that flew into his eyes, baby blue eyes, and he wore a green and white striped bucket hat, a strange green V-neck shawl that looked almost like a kimono, a long black cape and of course, his iconic black raven wings that stretched out against his back. 

I stared at Phil's form for a second before tucking back under into the pile of blankets on the top of my messy, unmade bed. "Oh C'mon Y/N, you gotta wake up sometime!" Phil said, half aggressive, half pleading with me. 

I sighed and shuffled out of the blankets before sitting up and staring out toward my bedroom, forcing myself not to look at Phil. Phil grumbled something as he moved towards my bed, but I quickly shuffled away.

"Nightmare again?" I nodded, still avoiding the gaze of Philza.

Phil sighed. "Why don't you get dressed and go see Niki?" Phil asked me as, out of the corner of my eye, I watched him fiddle with a piece of his blonde hair.

I shrugged and before I could say anything else, the door knob on my door clicked and I listened to Phil step out. 

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Chapter 2 coming soon!!

[fandomlit]

gif cred belongs to @caterpie

requested by @fxnxtical and anon “hiya! i have another request for you... a combo between prompt 52 (“i’m too sober for this”) and 60 (“have you always been this beautiful?”) with cc! (or c!) wilbur in which him and gender neutral reader get drunk together? :3″  + “Wilbah with a number 15 sounds adorable💜”

a/n wilbur soot is a whiny, clingy drunk and i stand by it

im ending my writing prompts,, feel free to rq before they’re gone

imagine taking care of wilbur soot when he’s drunk

“im too sober for this,” was all you could manage to say when you were greeted with the sight of a very drunk wilbur soot. he gasped with delight when he saw you however, running from tommy to wrap you in a tight embrace. the intense scent of booze that followed him nearly made you gag.

“y/n!!”

you turned your unamused eyes to the blonde boy, who looked just as wary as you felt. “sorry, y/n,” the teen offered guiltily. “i encouraged it..”

“of course you did,” you replied plainly as wilbur pulled away from you, instead starting to shake your shoulder to gain your attention. you looked up at him as tommy began to collect the empty bottles scattered around the old basement.

“woah,” wilbur responded, eyes widening in the slightest when you turned your boring gaze to him. “wow. don’t stop looking in my eyes.” your eyebrows raised with surprise as a goofy smile adorned his face. his large hands settled on your shoulders. “have you always been this beautiful?”

“how much have you had to drink, wilbur?” you inquired as his hands unconsciously began to wander along your arms. your skin felt like it was aflame under his touch, and his flirty comments were only adding fuel to the embarrassed fire sparking in the pit of your stomach.

“no, don’t call me wilbur,” he whined, fingers digging into your arms in the slightest. “call me wil. wilbur makes it sound like you’re upset with me.” you gave him a look and he whined again, “nooo, don’t be upset with me!” you yelped when he suddenly pulled you against him again. you glared at tommy when he started laughing, which he quickly tried to cover with fake coughing. “im sorry im drunk, please don’t be upset with me, y/n! please, i don’t like when pretty people are upset with mee..”

“you’re not sorry for being drunk,” you huffed, lightly pushing wilbur off of you as he pouted tiredly. “you want to know how i know?” he made a noise of curiosity as you plucked a bottle from the ground and offered it to him. he happily took it, looking around for a bottle opener while muttering. you turned to tommy as the distracted drunk wandered around. “you’re helping me carry him to his room.”

tommy groaned as he dumped the empty bottles into the trash.

[eonash]

Sunrise

Alivebur x Female!Reader

Summary: Wilbur is resurrected and back in the overworld, but reader doesn’t seem to happy about this…

Warnings: Angst-ish?

Word Count: 352

A/N: i just really like alivebur, must i say more?

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The man was hunched over and looking down at the ground. He held a pair of glasses in one hand. Wilbur set his signature glasses on his face. He turned around slowly to where Y/N was.

“Hello again, Y/N.” Wilbur greeted in a low and unmistakable tone. Y/N stared hard at the man before her. He was back again. He was… here. But Ghostbur, where was he? Y/N thoughts soon faded as her attention was diverted to Wilbur moving around on the terrain. He went toward a candle that was seen on the floor (one that she had placed before in memory of Wilbur). This candle was now surprisingly lit.

“I have been waiting for over a decade in darkness…” Wilbur went on, kneeling down to the lit candle. He was mere inches away from touching the open flame with his bare hands, but he kept his distance. He stood up tall again, smiling to himself as he looked on behind him. A sunrise.

Wilbur breathed a breath of relief. “This is my sunrise… This is mine! I’m alive!” Wilbur would laugh, raising his arms in the air. He would look back on Y/N. Whom, was still surprised by the whole appearance of Wilbur and debating on how to approach things.

“Y/N?” Wilbur began, making his way towards her, but Y/N took a step back. When Wilbur saw this action, he stayed put where he was. “What’s wrong? You haven’t stopped looking at me like that since this all.”

“I-I… don’t know what you mean?” Y/N questioned the man, crossing her arms over her chest.

Wilbur scoffed with a smile, he walked forward again and this time Y/N didn’t budge. “I know how you are– I know that look on your face. What is it?”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead she shook her head.

“Come on, love. Y-You remember me, don’t you? What’s got you so blue?”

Y/N’s eyes widened at Wilbur’s words. She shook her head, putting on a fake smile. “It’s nothing, Wil.”

[itsfeckinwimdy]

Soulmate Shorts 1 Masterlist

Drabbles for different content creators and their characters based on different soulmate prompts.

All of the drabbles are in third person with the reader using they/them pronouns.

Click to head back to DSMP Masterlist

Last Updated: 17/11/2022

Complete? Yes. 26/26 done, + bonus fics x3

A = Ageing (You stop ageing at 18 so the two of you can grow old together.)

⇥ c!Eret

➵ Word Count: 135 words

➵ Warnings: Mentions of the Final Control Room.

Published: 19/08/2021

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B = Body art (Doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin.)

⇥ cc!Karlnapity

➵ Word Count: 129 words

➵ Warnings: n/a

Published: 20/08/2021

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C = Colours (The world is black and white until you meet your soulmate.)

⇥ c!Karl Jacobs

➵ Word Count: 145 words

➵ Warnings: Blood, character death.

Published: 21/08/2021

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D = Dye (You have a stripe of hair that correlates with your soulmate’s hair colour.)

⇥ c!Foolish Gamers

➵ Word Count: 222 words

➵ Warnings: n/a

Published: 22/08/2021

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E = ESP (Soulmates can sense one another’s presence and feel each other’s exact emotions even when miles away.)

⇥ c!Dreamwastaken

➵ Word Count: 234 words

➵ Warnings: Past toxic relationship, being hunted down.

Published: 23/08/2021

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F = First words/thoughts (The first words/thoughts your soulmate says/thinks when meeting you are written on your skin.)

⇥ cc!Tommyinnit

➵ Word Count: 200 words

➵ Warnings: Mentions of the butcher army, swearing.

Published: 24/08/2021

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G = Guardian (The person who saves you from a near-death experience is your soulmate.)

⇥ cc!Captain Puffy

➵ Word Count: 187 words

➵ Warnings: Near-death experience.

Published: 05/10/2021

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H = Heartbeats (The soulmates share the same heartbeat - when one feels panicked, shocked, etc, the other can feel it too.)

⇥ cc!Nihachu

➵ Word Count: 162 words

➵ Warnings: Panic/worry.

Published: 14/09/2021

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I = Identifier (A word or symbol which relates to your soulmate is somewhere on your body.)

⇥ cc!Dreamnotnap

➵ Word Count: 341 words

➵ Warnings: n/a.

Published: 28/10/2021

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J = Juxtaposition (Your soulmate is the exact opposite of you, yet you find yourselves completing one another.)

⇥ cc!Ranboo

➵ Word Count: 163 words

➵ Warnings: n/a

Published: 25/08/2021

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K = Keys and Locks (Locks and Keys are randomly dispersed to soulmates on chains when they are born. When in proximity, the lock and key will act as magnets and bring the two soulmates closer together until the key is placed in the lock and a gratifying click is heard, unlocking the chain.)

⇥ c!Awesamdude

➵ Word Count: 209 words

➵ Warnings: being locked away/held captive.

Published: 21/09/2021

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L = Last Words (The last words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin, so you do not know it is them until they are gone.)

⇥ c!Ghostbur

➵ Word Count: 182 words

➵ Warnings: Character death.

Published: 26/08/2021

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M = Marks (A mark or stain of the colour black is somewhere on your body until you and your soulmate make physical contact. Once the mark is touched, it fades to be consistent with the person's skin colour. This is where your soulmate first touches you.)

⇥ c!Vilbur

➵ Word Count: 260 words.

➵ Warnings: Physical harm/assualt, choking.

Published: 12/12/2021

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N = Nurse (The touch of a soulmate can heal you from affliction and vice versa.)

⇥ cc!Sapnap

➵ Word Count: 186 words

➵ Warnings: Implied character death, wounds.

Published: 20/02/2022

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O = Object (When your soulmate loses an object it ends up in your possession and vice versa.)

⇥ cc!Jack Manifold

➵ Word count: 171 words.

➵ Warnings: n/a.

Published: 27/08/2021

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P = Passionflower (A tattoo of a flower grows on the skin and sprouts once you meet your soulmate. It grows over time and fully blossoms once you fall in love/reach contentment with your soulmate whether that be platonically or romantically. The flower wilts and dies on the passing of your soulmate.)

⇥ c!Badboyhalo

➵ Word Count: 147

➵ Warnings: Implied character death.

Published: 28/08/2021

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Q = Quick Thinking (You can hear your soulmates thoughts/communicate with them through your mind.)

⇥ cc!Quackity

➵ Word Count: 145 words

➵ Warnings: Planes with a fear of flying mentioned.

Published: 29/08/2021

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R = Red string (The string of fate bonds two soulmates together no matter what the distance.)

⇥ c!Technoblade

➵ Word Count: 180 words

➵ Warnings: Mentions of the butcher army, being taken captive.

Published: 30/08/2021

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S = Songbird (Any song a person sings, listens to, or gets stuck in their head also gets stuck in their soulmates head.)

⇥ cc!Tubbo

➵ Word Count: 139 words

➵ Warnings: n/a.

Published: 31/08/2021

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T = Timer (Once born, a timer starts counting down until you meet your soulmate.)

⇥ c!Punz

➵ Word Count: 159 words

➵ Warnings: Mentions of fire, mentions of injury.

Published: 01/09/2021

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U = Undying (You and your soulmate must meet in order to end life (die) together. If you have not met them, you will continue through life, not ageing, yet remain unable to pass to the other side.)

⇥ c!Philza

➵ Word Count: 244 words

➵ Warnings: Character Death, mentions of a previous death.

Published: 02/09/2021

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V = Violet (You can see every colour except that of your soulmate's eyes until you meet.)

⇥ c!Dreamnotnap

➵ Word count: 306 words

➵ Warnings: Character death.

Published: 03/09/2021

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W = Writer’s choice (choose a prompt or create your own)

⇥ c!Wilbur

Everyone has a ring that changes colour due to their soulmate’s emotion. When they die it turns black and falls off your finger, becoming dust/cracked/or broken.

➵ Word Count: 198 words

➵ Warnings: Character death.

Published: 04/09/2021

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X = eXcruciating (Damage done to a person also translates onto their soulmates body (cuts, bruises, etc.))

⇥ c!Tubbo

➵ Word Count: 255 words

➵ Warnings: Fireworks, blood, pain, trauma, character death, permeant scarring.

Published: 05/09/2021

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Y = Yellow Fellow (The colours of your vision changes depending on your soulmates mood. Yellow is optimistic, green is envious, blue is upset, etc. and natural colours become present once the soulmates meet.)

⇥ cc!Dream

➵ Word Count: 138 Words

➵ Warnings: Angst.

Published: 06/09/2021

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Z = Zzz (In which soulmates first meet each other and share memories in their dreams before meeting each other in person - this can be difficult to accomplish as dreams are hard to remember.)

⇥ c!GeorgeNotFound

➵ Word Count: 111 words

➵ Warnings: Mentions of nightmares.

Published: 07/09/2021

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Bonus fics:

A = Ageing (ageing stops at 18 until you find your soulmate so the two of you can grow old together (A watch stops counting and begins again once you find each other.)

⇥ cc!Karl Jacobs

➵ Word Count: 300 words

➵ Warnings: n/a

Published: 03/11/2022

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B = Body Art (doodles a person draws on themselves appears on their soulmate’s skin.)

⇥ cc!Karl Jacobs

➵ Word Count: 164 words

➵ Warnings: n/a

Published: 11/11/2022

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D = Dye (You have a stripe of hair that correlates to your soulmate's hair colour.)

⇥ cc!Karl Jacobs

➵ Word Count: 126 words

➵ Warnings: n/a

Published: 17/11/2022

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G = Guardian (The person who saves you from a near-death experience is your soulmate.)

⇥ cc!Karl Jacobs

➵ Word Count: 453 words

➵ Warnings: near-death experience.

Published: 25/11/2022

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[urprinceoflove]

Dream SMP Master List

Master List Key:

fluff - normal text

angst - italicized text

coming soon - crossed out

�� - posted on old acc. (mostly for myself)

Alivebur

✩ New Changes

✩ Sunrise

Ghostbur

✩ Ghostly Interactions

[lovelylollymc]

i’m back || wilbur soot / alivebur

(I couldn’t find a good gif/pic for this fic so it won’t have one lol!)

Summary : Wilbur hadn’t seen you in 13 and a half years and when he sees you one his enemy’s side, he’s very upset.

Warnings : mentions of toxic/abusive past relationship and death, let me know if I missed anything :)

Notes : There are some references to ‘Revived’ by Derivakat in here because that song is amazing. Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated and feel free to request something!

You had loved Wilbur. Keyword : had. At first, you two were lovesick fools for each other whilst fighting for L’Manburg’s independence. It was a risky time to start a relationship but somehow, you and Wilbur made it work. It was so great, you were as happy as ever. Until the election.

The election caused the downfall of your relationship with Wilbur, along side the fall of Wilbur himself. Schlatt decided to allow you to keep your citizenship but revoked both Wilbur and Tommy’s. It broke your heart to see the two chased out of the country that they built and fought for.

You tried your best to visit Wilbur anytime you could. Tubbo helped you sneak out to Pogtopia a few times before you started to go by yourself. The first few times you went to visit Wilbur, he was the same from when he left. Sure he was angry and upset, but he still treated you with love and kindness. He treated you like royalty.

Around this time, you also started to become good friends with Quackity. He had started to dislike Schlatt but was still loyal, so you had to be careful with what you shared with him. Little did you know, Wilbur was spying on you. He was not happy to see you becoming friends with the enemies.

He confronted you one time when you visited Pogtopia. That’s when you knew the honeymoon phase was over, and your relationship might not reach the end of this war. He insulted you, pushed you around, no longer treating you like royalty. But, you were blinded by hope that you could still fix the stupid relationship. So, you continued to visit and he continued to hurt you and you continued to stay quiet.

It wasn’t until the night before the final fight that you spoke up. At first, you seemed quiet. Then, Wilbur crossed the line. That’s when you started to yell and push back. You didn’t deserve this abuse! You didn’t deserve to be treated like nothing! After your outburst, Wilbur brushed it off. Brushed you off, like you were nothing once again. He continued with his plan, not regretting the way he had treated you the past few weeks. The only time he would was when his father pushed a sword through him, but that was for a mere moment before death took him away.

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You had known Ghostbur, but he always reminded you of Wilbur. They didn’t act the same at all, but you decided to distance yourself from the ghost. New L’Manburg wasn’t your cup of tea either. You were proud of Tubbo for becoming president but once he exiled Tommy, you decided to leave. After a while of living away from the wars and politics, Quackity tracked you down and told you L’Manburg was destroyed. For good. 

Then, he presented an idea to you. A new nation, not like any other one in the past. So, you decided to help Quackity build up a new nation. Las Nevadas. It was a tough job at first, but you had built a nation before. You and Quackity both agreed that Las Nevadas would not be like L’Manburg. You were both hurt by that nation’s stupid politics and wars, especially you. After Wilbur passed away, you told Quackity about your relationship with the now dead ex-president. Quackity, being the good friend he was, promised Wilbur would never hurt you again.

That’s why he didn’t tell you Wilbur had gotten revived.

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Las Nevadas was always warm but Quackity made everyone wear a uniform with long sleeves and pants. You didn’t mind, you thought you looked great in the uniform. 

The sun had just started to set when you decided to take a walk around the town. You always liked to walk around and see if any of the other residents had built something new or put up a new poster. 

You were walking by the restaurant when you heard something coming from the side of the building. Guessing it was just one of your friends, you decided to check it out but when you turned the corner, you saw the tail end of a jacket dart behind the building.

You followed but before you could turn the corner, someone grabbed you and held you back with a hand around your waist and a hand over your mouth. You struggled against the person’s grip and tried to break free but they were too strong. “Stop fighting darling, it’s just me,” a voice with a british accent said into your ear.

You gasped. Wilbur was alive? How? Wilbur slowly let you go and turned you around. He seemed way older. His hair was longer and he had a white streak in it, his clothes were tattered and you could see a clear mark where he was impaled. “Wilbur...how are you-”

“Dream revived me! Isn’t that great?” Wilbur cut you off. He was about to pull you into a hug but you stepped back. “What’s wrong darling?”

“You need to leave, now,” you stated before turning to leave. Wilbur grabbed your hand to turn you back around.

“Why should I? We need to get caught up, love,” he replied. You pulled your hand away and started to speed walk away. You mentally decided that you couldn’t go back to your home, then he’d know where you lived exactly. So you led him to the sign of Las Nevadas.

The two of you stood at the top of the hill next to the large sign as the sun began to set.

“I see you decided to join Quackity’s nation, is he your new boy toy?” Wilbur said, breaking the silence.

“What?” 

“Don’t ‘what’ me, love. I know how you and him were friendly whilst I suffered in Pogtopia. I can read you like a book.”

“Clearly you can’t because if you could, you would see that Quackity is simply my best friend. I joined Las Nevadas because he’s my friend and he promised to protect me,” you said as you felt your anger bubbling up.

“Protect you? From what?”

“From you!”

Wilbur went silent after you yelled at him. It took him a few moments to process what you said. Then, he placed his hands on your shoulders, grabbing your attention again. “Oh darling, you don’t need to be protected from me,” Wilbur cooed as his hands trailed down your arms.

“You’re right,” you said, pausing to give Wilbur a false sense of hope that he had beaten you again. “I don’t need to be protected, I can protect myself.”

Wilbur’s hand found your shoulders again and began to squeeze harshly. “That’s the thing, you can’t protect yourself, or else you would’ve left me well before Manburg’s end. But you already know that, don’t you? That you’re too weak to save yourself and that’s why you stayed with me, because I kept you safe,” he said, squeezing tighter with each word.

You knew there would be bruises forming soon but you stood there, straight face. You weren’t going to give him the victory. “What was hell like, Wilbur?” You asked calmly.

Wilbur laughed but his hands didn’t let up. “I was stuck in a train station and I couldn’t leave. No matter what I did. I screamed, I tried to break out, but nothing worked. I was...trapped,” he answered, his tone softening at the end. His hands let up as his own personal feelings caught up to him.

You thought you finally won but Wilbur inhaled sharply and grabbed you by your upper arm, squeezing there instead of your shoulders. “It was thirteen and a half years that I spent on that train station in hell and I’ve come back hell bent,” he said.

Your eyes widened as he let you go. Wilbur turned to face to face the sunset then pulled you closer to him. You didn’t fight back, you were too shocked at his previous words to do anything. Wilbur held you against his chest and the two of you watched the sunset. 

“A decade of time to make everything mine.”

[the-emptied-brain-contents]

𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜

Summary: Wilbur comes back after you've been dealing with the aftermath of his death.

Warnings: I don't think so, other than grieving??

Pronouns: g/n :)

Days were all merging together. You chose not to have people around as you stayed in your simple cabin, passing hours and days reading books and fishing.

After Wilbur had died, you were broken, you were numb, and to harsh, maybe a little bit useless.

When Ghostbur appeared, the numbness you had an understanding with turned into full on rage, sadness, and confusion.

He was Wilbur, but he wasn’t, and if you couldn’t see him again in whole, did you really want him? With Ghostbur, no. It was too fresh, too soon. How were you supposed to come to terms with a death, when a translucent replica was smiling at you?

So you went away. Left alone to deal with your emotions, waiting for life to do what life does, and move on. Without you.

You stood in the quaint kitchen you had built for yourself. Looking out the slightly tilted window at the ocean nearby. Waves crashed against the rocks, you watched as the large ones dominated the rest, crashing onto the jagged surface, spraying salt water into the air above. The sky grew progressively darker, an orange tint overtaking clouds placed in front of the sun.

Your eyelids grew heavy as the picture in front of you blurred together, you were no longer focused on the waves as your mind felt weightless and your thoughts were gone.

That was until a slight motion out the window to the left caught your attention.

It was a person. It wasn’t Tommy, Tubbo, Techno, or even Phil. Your mind must’ve been playing tricks on you, the tall man with a slow swagger directed towards your cabin might’ve been a hallucination if it wasn’t for the bright white streak of hair that snapped any blurry thoughts into a focused consciousness.

As he grew closer to the window, his face came into focus. You locked eyes as he smiled at you. It wasn’t Ghostburs smile, it wasn’t Wilburs smile, it was the smile of a maniac. It was like the smile of a doll, whoever created it meant well, but it comes across as someone who would snap your neck at a moment’s notice. But it’s kept safe, because though it is frightening and intimidating, there’s a tie to it that overshadows any nightmares that are stemmed from it.

You didn’t move, your feet were planted firmly on the oak planks that made up your floor. You didn’t smile and wave. You didn’t run to lock the doors and windows, shutting him physically out of your life, as you had tried to do emotionally.

Your heart only began to race as he started to walk around the side of your house to the door, out of sight.

You heard the scratchy metal knob being twisted, followed by a creak of the door hinge that echoed through the house.

“Hello?” a voice rang out.

You recognized dull foot falls making its way to each room. They progressively grew louder as they eventually came to a stop.

Your eyes remained screwed shut, and you began to lose feeling in your hands. You head was spinning, your body felt fiery and chilled all at once as a shallow breath was released.

Your eyes remained screwed shut, and you began to lose feeling in your hands. You head was spinning, your body felt fiery and chilled all at once as a shallow breath was released.

“Y/n”

Your shoulder flinched slightly at his voice.

You heard more foot falls as he stepped closer to you.

Your now sweaty palms unclenched the counter and pressed themselves flat on top. You opened your eyes, half expecting it to trigger some form of a monster to jump at your face. Your legs were weak but you began to turn yourself to face the voice you were conflicted by.

“No” you muttered in disbelief.

“Yes y/n” He replied with a smug, satisfied air about him.

“No, you can’t be alive, you died. I saw you die”

“Well y/n not all things stay the same, we know that better than anyone, with all that we’ve been through together”

“No. We haven’t been through anything together, you’re not Wilbur. You're not”

He just quirked his brow and smirked at you, that dumb smirk, you hated him. You absolutely despised him for trying to replace the person you used to know.

But he had the same smirk

It was the same smirk that he gave you the night before he died, he was already gone at that point, you just hadn’t realized it.

He wasn’t Wilbur, he had the same voice that sang you to sleep when you had both been worried about your friends, about the future of your country in its early days, before everything took a turn for the worse.

But he wasn’t Wilbur, he had the same posture, the posture that would lean against the doorways when he listened to your rants about how you didn’t feel you could trust your allies, before everything took a turn for the worse.

He wasn’t Wilbur, even though everything in your body wanted to run towards him and engulf him in a hug as his arms looped around your torso squeezing back, that’s what would’ve happened, before everything took a turn for the worse.

He was so familiar in every sense of the word. Everything about the man in front of you screamed home.

But then you remember the reason yours is gone.

He looks at you with a grin on his face and a glint in his eyes that you loath.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been gone? And this is how I’m welcomed. A firm handshake would do y/n.”

“Oh you want a welcome?”

“I've been through hell lately y/n, quite literally.”

“Not for long enough if you ask me.”

“Trust me, it was a lot longer for me than it has been for you.” The arrogant look slowly dissipated from his face as this sentence left his mouth.

“You should be dead.”

He tsked at you and slightly tilted his head as he took a step towards you. “Well that's not very nice you know” he said as the smirk reappeared.

“Do you think this is funny?”

"Well of course not but I believe I’m allowed to be at least a little happy after what I’ve been through."

“What you've been through?” you scoffed at him “What about me? What about Tommy? You destroyed, actually destroyed everything, and you want to talk about what you've been through?”

���Maybe I didn’t iterate well enough y/n. I was in HELL.”

"No I understood you perfectly, I'm just saying that you should go back to where you're wanted, and give satan a lap dance or two."

He just laughed; you would've joined him if it wasn't for the underlying menace that was laced through it.

He shook his head. "Come along." He said as he walked away with an absurd smile on his face.

You continued to stand in the room alone.

'Alone'. It's a word you had gotten used to saying. Wilbur died, and you were alone. You had come to accept that fate as your own.

But are you alone?

If Wilbur's alive, the person who had left you to defend yourself, was back.

Are you alone?

How many people are you with?

How many people were you with?

How many people would stand with you?

How many people will walk away?

Are you alone?

Are you lonely?

Those questions had a physical weight in your rib cage as you lay in bed at night with a man you once trusted pressed firmly against your back.

[mcyt-imagines-library]

general relationship hcs with various c!wilbur stages please? (wilbur, ghostbur and alivebur)

c!Wilbur+ reminds me of Hozier's songs lol. Wilbur: No Plan | Ghostbur: Like Real People Do | Alivebur: Sedated. Thank you for listening to me lol

c!Wilbur

He’s always covered up the nervousness you’ve made him feel with flowery words and guitar cords

You always make him stumble over his words and distract him from his thoughts, so serenading you is the easiest way to express his emotions about you to you

He also (secretly) hopes that, if he does all of that, you’ll fall for him too

If you do end up reciprocating his feelings, he’ll be so delighted

He’ll want to take you out on a date right away, probably on a picnic or something similar so he can sing and play music for you 

Once you two get situated in the relationship, he likes getting sweet with you

Hugging you close to him in private, exchanging cute words, or holding your hand in public while stealing chase kisses from one another when no one else notices

A lot of your relationship is also talking about the future, whether it be laying plans of foundations for later projects or expressing a fear of what’s to come 

Once the relationship gets serious, he’ll want you to meet his family

While he’s only told you a bit about each member, he’s talked about you so much that they all basically have a comprehensive list of who you are as a person

With as many letters as Will has sent Philza, it’s only natural that he knows so much about you and wants to meet you, if only to see if you’re a good person for his son (has seriously thought about dropping in a few times to introduce himself to you)

Technoblade, while viewing Wilbur as a brother, is mainly indifferent to you, but would actually kick your ass if you hurt Will in any way

It takes a while for Tommy to warm up to you, he’s really not a huge fan, he says it’s because he doesn’t like your face, but it’s actually because Will’s last lover, Sally, broke his heart, so he’s wary that you’ll do the same

Tubbo has also heard of you and thinks you’re quite lovely

c!Ghostbur

If you were dating back when he was Wilbur, it makes him a bit nervous because he wants to detach himself from who the man that blew up L’Manburg was, so to rectify it, he has you refer to him as Ghostbur, and will get genuinely upset if you call him Wilbur

If you decide to date him when he’s just Ghostbur he’ll be overjoyed

When he develops feelings for you, he’s very obviously shy, nervous to talk and easily embarrassed by any compliments you send his way

Much like Wilbur, he writes you things, though his art comes in the form of poetry (though he doesn’t give them to you until you two start dating)

You’ll most likely be the one to confess feelings first, him quickly following in suit

In the relationship, he cherishes any physical contact you give him, though he especially holds forehead kisses close to his heart (This is a small side note, but out of the 3 Wilburs, it would take him the longest to warm up to sexual contact of any sort)

In return, he loves cuddling with you (or, more specifically, you cuddling him), he finds the warmth of your body against his is quite nice

He also likes doing things for you

It could be something like chores or running errands, and he’d love doing them

He just adores doing good things for the people he loves, besides, the domesticity of it all is comforting to him

Also, he just generally loves receiving praise, so when he does do those kinds of things, he’s secretly hoping that you’ll tell him that he’s done good (and, hell, a good head pat or hair tousle never hurt anyone)

Introduces you to everyone, regardless of who they are or if they’ve already met you

Mainly Tommy, who pretends like he doesn’t care but puts in extra effort into hanging out with you, Fundy, who’s not a huge fan of you because of your relationship, and Phil, who sits you down and gives you the ‘don’t you dare hurt my son or you’ll be 6 feet under’ talk

c!Alivebur

If you two were dating back when he was regular Wilbur, he just assumes you’re still in a relationship when he’s resurrected

Did you get into a relationship with someone else after he passed? Not anymore, babe, he’s back, so you don’t need a replacement anymore (if you decline, he’ll be confused, frustrated, sad, angry, and hurt, all at once)

If you started dating when he was Ghostbur, he just straight up doesn't remember you, nor believes you when you tell him you were dating, so he writes you off and ignores you

If you decide to get into a relationship with him as Alivebur, (first off, why), but secondly, it’ll take some time for actual feelings to develop on his end

When he does take romantic interest in you, though, he doesn’t do nearly as much poetry or music as the ether two, he mainly just tries to flirt

When you two do start dating, though, this bastard boy trash man is so extra

He expects at least one kiss everytime he sees you and he literally always wants to have his hands on you

Whether it’s your hands, arms, waist, hips, thighs, or anywhere else, it literally doesn’t matter, he just loves being able to touch you

If you were dating before he died, the thought of being able to hold you again was pretty much one of the few things that kept him from going crazy, so now that he has that chance, he’s going to take advantage of it any chance he gets

He’s also a lot more emotionally clingy too

Because it’s been so long, he was secretly afraid that you had forgotten him, and seeing that you hadn’t makes him need near constant reassurance that you’re still with him, that you still love him, and that you don’t think any less of who he is because of his past actions

When the negative feelings get too intense, he wants to lay down with you, his head buried in the crook of your neck or your chest while you tell him that everything's okay

[calmthefuckdownalright]

Can I request different Wilbur variety’s with a reader who is very peaceful and dislikes violence?

Ooooh...pascifist reader. Ultimate innocence against our unhinged lover boy? Don't. Mind. If. I. Do.

Warnings: Does not follow the Dream SMP Season 1 Timeline very well

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L'manbur

Now Wilbur in the beginning wishes he could've done this without violence.

And then y'know...things escalated and that changed drastically.

You had been an adoring face for ages to the General and imagine his surprise when the one he loved nearly vomited at the sight of a gash along his cheek

"Darling?! Darling are you okay?! Is it the blood? I can go wash it off really quickly!"

No it wasn't the blood you would confess

It was that you couldn't stand the thought of him going out and fighting for his life and passion.

You would explain and things would twist.

Wilbur would turn to more negotiating terms much to Tommy's dismay

An agreement would be reached on shaky terms and bows and swords would be at the ready.

An unsteady treaty with fine lines and disagreeable terms on the L'manberg side but it kept things at ease for a long while. A while enough that Wilbur could figure out a way to finish this cold war quickly.

Needless to say the word ‘war’ is used and war always means violence, which you did not like.

Wilbur was careful in his attacks and being the clever fellow he is was able to manage independence under the guise of many many zombie, creeper, and even skeleton “accidents”

Wilbur would go to any lengths for those and that of which he loves, and if that means hiding a few bombs and traps behind unknowing enemy lines then so be it.

Alivebur (AKA Vil!bur)

He loves you no doubt

And he hates it when you despair and worry and fret and blah blah blah

It makes his gut turn and his head pound

He knows there’s no other way to finish this. No other way to “save” L’manberg

He’s ready to give it all up with whatever it takes

Wilbur wishes you weren’t like this

He wishes you didn’t choke on air when you smelled gunpowder and blood on his clothes

“I know baby, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

He tells you this so much it might as well be tattooed on his tongue.

Then he finally blows it all up and he does it right to your face.

You don’t grieve for him very long as the reminder of his violence drowned away and built over.

Ghostbur (Follows Vilbur)

Ghostbur doesn’t like violence much either and is constantly agreeing with you

It’s strange and wonderful how different Ghostbur is from the Wilbur you knew

“Let’s look away okay? Here come play with Friend for a bit and I’ll come get you when it’s all over!”

You followed him to Logstedshire (I hope I spelt that right) and endured the days and nights that Dream visited while you and Ghostbur did as well

You helped him forge the compasses and couldn’t help but think:

Maybe Wilbur dying was the best thing that could’ve happened for you.

It isn’t long before you and Ghostbur are in a relationship

One that didn’t fight but talked out their issues

One that communicated and avoided conflict, even if it meant burying it in the past.

“What’s worse, hearing BadBoyHalo say fuck or blowing up an entire nation?”

Now when THIS happens? 

“I did what?”

It isn’t long before Quackity is on your shit list. A dislike of violence isn’t a dislike of hate

It takes about a week to get Ghostbur out of that stupor and even then he’s fingering blue and apologizing for the littlest things.

Philza steps in and tries to help. 

Really in turn of Ghostbur dealing with a reader who dislikes violence it’s more of Reader helping Ghostbur with his violent past

Simpbur/Yanderebur

Alright, you don’t like violence?

He invites you to play racing games and simulations

Animal Crossing on nights you don’t want to go out and flowers and take-out in the park when you do.

Simpbur knows the world is pretty violent and the fact you dislike it makes his bones tingle every time a stranger cat calls or wolf whistles at you down the street

He’s very discreet with his dealings and tends to sneak away vigilante style when he has a target pinned.

“I’ve just got to run to the bathroom love okay? I’ll be back in a bit.”

Comes back with torn knuckles and a cut across his cheek.

“I fell a bit and got a little angry. Please don’t be sad, I’m okay.”

Of course in situations like this sometimes violence is unavoidable.

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...well then

How’s everyone doing? Happy New Year’s and I’m gonna go collapse with my cat before I do it here.

[eonash]

New Changes

Alivebur x Female!Reader

Alivebur x Enderman!Reader

Summary: Reader is enjoying a nice stroll at night, what she did not realize was that it was forecasted to rain at that time. The rain catches her off guard and she is teleported into a home that.. is unfamiliar to her. She can say otherwise about the inhabitant.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of death, explosives, and alcohol

Word Count: 867

A/N: thought i would post some alivebur since i’m feeling in the moood. hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

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It was dark out, Y/N enjoyed walking around at night all by herself. The homes around her were silent. There were no children running around the area. She had it all to herself. There was always a lot of action during the day, she would pop by here and there, quite literally, to make an appearance in her neighbourhood. Y/N is half enderman. Enderman are creatures who are able to teleport anywhere they would like, well most of the time.

She had incredible strength when it came to picking things up. She isn't much of a fighter, she likes to make friends and bring peace to others. Yet, Y/N is also a very shy person. As she was walking down the gravel path that led towards a lake, she felt a drop land on her. Instantly she teleported two feet to the side. Purple particles were seen around her. Looking up to the sky, she noticed that there were gray clouds above. Are you kidding me? She thought. Being an enderman is great and all, but rain is not good for Y/N to stay in. The rain can damage her skin completely and harm her. Y/N’s parents had always told her that she is not meant to be out in that type of weather. She was not that far from the closest shelter, though the problem was the home wasn’t hers. Before she could act the rain started pouring down hard. Before it could hit her, Y/n’s instincts kicked in causing her to teleport. She started to panic, not being able to control her ability that well now. Calm down, Y/N. Calm down! She scolded herself. If she wasn’t focused she couldn’t get to her designated location, that being her own home. Y/N closed her eyes tightly trying to focus. Wrapping her arms around herself. Suddenly she stopped teleporting. She opened her eyes slowly to find herself in a house. Though, this definitely was not her place. A loud crashing sound then came from behind her causing Y/N to flinch.

“Y/N?” The voice that came from behind sounded familiar, but as if she hadn’t heard it in a while. Turning around now Y/N looked at the figure. Her blood ran cold, looking at the person in front of her. He was smiling, though he seemed surprised as well. His hands were held out in front of him, in one hand, a bottle of Vodka, the other hand was empty, but a glass cup was clearly seen broken by his foot. Y/N slowly backed away from the man.

“W-Wilbur..?” She shook her head, looking around the room. Y/N turned to Wilbur again, looking closely at him.

“Y/N! It’s me. I’m alive! I haven’t seen you in a while, love.” He sat the bottle down on a coffee table next to the couch as he started towards her. She couldn’t believe it. Was this really Wilbur?

“I watched you die..”

“I did die, yes, but I’m back now! It’s me, it’s Wilbur Soot..” He trailed off watching her. She kept backing away from the man until her back hit a wall. The small impact caused Y/N to jump. He stopped coming towards her. Standing not so far from where she was. His smile faded, looking puzzled at her now.

“Are you afraid of me?” The words hit her hard in the heart. She was afraid of him, wasn’t she? He had just proven that he hadn’t died that day when he blew up L’manburg and all she was doing was trying to get away from him. He was her lover after all.

“No.” Y/N pushed herself off the wall showing that she was strong. “I’m just startled. I didn’t expect you.. to be..” She looked him up and down. He still had a confused look on his face. “Alive.”

He chuckled, his warm smile returning back. This caused her to smile too. “It’s a funny story actually, I won’t get too into it.” He came closer to her, now being right in front of her. He took her hands into his. “I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

Y/N looked back into his eyes, until his hair color caught her attention. It was still a brunette color, but he had a strand of white hair also. “Have you gotten older, Wilbur?” She giggled.

“Limbo time goes by faster than the overworld, Y/N.” He rested his forehead against hers, “You should know.”

“I don’t actually, I’ve never really blown up my own nation before.” Y/N joked.

He smirked down at her, not taking his eyes off of her. “Ah, maybe I should teach you a little about TNT, my dear.”

“Maybe.” Y/N shrugged, smiling up at the taller man. Without wasting another second he pulled her into a kiss. This action surprised her somehow, but she kissed him back. The two pulled away after, standing in silence. Wilbur was the one to speak up first.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N winked as she pulled the front of his yellow shirt closer to her to kiss him once more.

[chirpbooks]

Ruin

Pairing: Pogtopia!Wilbur x reader

Genre: Angst

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: A couple's last night together before L'manberg's destruction.

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When Wilbur suggested they go to their secret spot hidden beyond the docks, y/n knew the night was going to take a turn. Deep down she knew about his plan to blow up the nation they all worked to create, though a small part of her hoped she was wrong for once.

On the walk, the couple spoke of the growing excitement of tomorrow's battle plans to reclaim the nation from Schlatt. The Revolutionaries all knew it was a high risk high reward situation, but they were determined to finally have a big win. As the walk to the spot carried on, Wilbur and y/n's stories died down and they continued in a comfortable silence.

The lovers settled on the makeshift seats, built during one of their first visits to the designated hidden place, made just for the two of them.

Wilbur looks over at y/n to see her already studying him with glassy eyes filled with unshed tears. His heart aches at the sight, knowing what he came planned to say will only make the tears fall. For a split second he doubts if it's the right thing to do, though he knows nothing can change his mind.

"The moon is high tonight," he says, the silvery light illuminating the sharp edges and contours of his face normally drowned in sunken shadows. "It frames you beautifully."

"Don't leave me," she begs, voice shaking with silent tears. "Please."

The pair knew this was the end of them despite neither one wanting it to be.

"A thing is beautiful because it ends, my darling," he sighs, tilting her chin making her look him in the eyes. He cups her face into his palms, running his thumb over her mascara-streaked cheek, wiping the oncoming tears from her eyes, his motions gentle and full of loving care.

She shakes her head, "You don't have to do this, we're so close to finally winning." Wilbur's silence makes her continue on trying to plead to him to not ruin what they've worked to create. "Wilbur please don't do this to us, how am I suppose to live without you?"

The question snaps him out of his silent state, feeling the urgency to attempt to ease her pain despite being the cause. "Don't think of me too often. Not even I am worth your tears, my little dove." He takes her hand, bringing it up to his lips for one last kiss. He smiles but there is a sadness in his eyes that he cannot conceal.

"Get out of the town tonight, go as far as you can," he whispers as he slips into the shadows, the woodsy scent of his cologne lingering in the air. "I'm going to burn this place to the ground."

She is left alone in what is now a tainted ruin remain that was once Their safe space. But there is no Them anymore and there is no comfort to be found in the place that used to make her feel like nothing would ever hurt her.

[multifandomingmess]

added mcyt my beloved stickers to my redbubble!

[mcyt-imagines-library]

Hey, hope you’re having a lovely day!! I was wondering if I could request headcanons (or any other format that’s easier to write) where the reader is c!dream’s adopted daughter and how the reader’s relationship with the others would be like considering they’re the daughter of a bad person. Especially if the reader is genuinely trying to be a good person. Sorry if this is a weird request!!

Okay, this is actually the most fun I've had writing one of these in a while! Since the character limit is 6, though, I'll be choosing 6 characters who I think would have the most interesting reactions

*While I usually do alphabetical order, we’re doing the order in which they found out (for coherency sake)

c!Alivebur, c!Puffy, c!Ranboo, c!Sam, c!Sapnap, and c!Tommy Meeting Dream’s Adopted Daughter

c!Sam

He's the one who found out first

Among Dream’s various books and stories he’s written, one was a letter to you (Dream knew you’d never read it, but writing it made him feel better)

He told the other guards of the prison, no one else, so he’s not sure how it spread through the SMP, but he only told them so that they could keep an eye on you

He didn’t think you would try to break your father out or anything, but under the odd circumstance that you did, he’d want you on file and eyes to be on you already

It really is just a precautionary measure

As more and more of the server find out about it, he can’t help but to feel guilty

Sticks around you for a bit and offers to help whenever he can

c! Tommy

As soon as he finds out, he gets incredibly nervous around you

He heard that you were his birth daughter, but, even though that wasn't the case, he wouldn't treat you any better if he found out the truth

He talks about you with anger and frustration, using you as an outlet for the abuse he faced at the hands of your father

Whenever he sees you, though he backs away, his eyes widening

His brain makes up a bunch if scenarios about you harming him, terrified that you'll do the same thing to him

He, generally, tries to avoid you and anyone you associate with

Refuses to let Tubbo go anywhere near you

Tells Wilbur about it all during a stress induced rant

c!Alivebur

When Tommy told him, he got excited

Even though he’s never really cared much for you, being indifferent more than anything, he’s almost offended that you never told him

The next time he sees you, he acts like you’re literal royalty

After all, you’re the darling daughter of the man who brought him back to life! The man who gave him purpose

Goes to talk to you immediately

Wants to know absolutely everything about you and Dream

He tries to get you to join him and Ranboo in the hamburger van

Doesn't really realize if he's making you uncomfortable about it

If he does and you tell him you are, he'll be genuinely confused

Dream is so amazing, why is it so bad that you're his daughter?

c!Ranboo

When Alivebur told them, they actually took it incredibly well compared to some of the other people

While they froze for a second, their mind racing, they soon realized that you weren't your father, and you shouldn't be treated like such

They didn't even know their own parents, so why should they base your character off of who yours are?

Sure, Dream was a bad person and pitted them against their friends, stringing them up like a puppet, but you didn't

They don't try to find you to talk about it or even ask the next time they see you

They just leave you be

Does let it slip to Techno, Phil, and Niki during the latest Syndicate meeting

c!Puffy

Considering she doesn’t even know if you’re aware of the rumor being spread around the SMP, she’s seeks you out to tell you

She gives you a quick rundown of who all she knows that knows about it and asks for the facts of the matter

Various different iterations of the story had been passed around, so she want to get the facts from you

And, technically, since she's been Dream’s parental figure for many years, you're her granddaughter

She offers to let you move in with her and call her 'Grandpa Puff'

If you decline, she requests weekly meet ups with you to go get lunch or something similar so that she can bond with you and make sure you're doing alright

You may not have your father around anymore, but she doesn't want you to be completely alone, especially at such a stressful time

c!Sapnap

Uh... What?

He had known Dream for years, even going back to their childhoods, and yet he’s never heard anything about you

While he was one of the last people to find out, he was actually one of the first people to actually go to you about it

He wanted to know if it was true

He tries to be very delicate when asking you about everything, though he most likely fumbles through it

If you're a minor, he awkwardly asks if you want to move in with him in the Kinoko Kingdom so he could properly act as an uncle figure to you

If you decline, he'll give you a quick "you know where to find me if you need anything"

If you accept, he'll allow you to move in with him and his fiance, acting a bit more on the uncomfortable side for, at least, the first few weeks

[the-tired-system]

💣 when your bored and searching something like 'undertale x male reader' and it's all either smut or yandere: 😐

[calmthefuckdownalright]

Hi! Can I request headcanons for a few different Wilbur versions (do whichever ones you’d like, please include Ghostbur tho) with a reader who likes to steal their sweaters/uniforms? Thank you!

A/N: We love some cute Fluff pieces 😁. I'm gonna do scenarios with HC bits under them instead of the usual HC format bc its just easier and more fun

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Ghostbur

"Y/N Darling have you seen my-" Ghostbur spots you on one of the counters of his brewery snuggled up with your knees to your chest and covered by a way oversized yellow sweater that obviously belongs to him.

"Oh hey Love." You wave at him with a sleeve covered palm. Your hand is no where to be seen under the yellow fabric and on top your knees, again completely covered by the sweater, is a book. A book stained with blue on the cover and scribble handwriting for the title.

"What're you doing down here?" Ghostbur smiled and stepped over a puddle to your side.

"Reading your potions recipes." You responded and tucked your chin under the sunshine colored wool.

"Are you cold?" He asked with a smile and you nodded. Ghostbur tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and moved an empty brewing stand so he could sit beside you and read out what words you couldn't read due to a smudge of blue dye or slip of his handwriting.

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"Y/N?" Ghostbur poked his head into your room after you responded he could come in.

"Just back here Ghostbur." You called out and he followed your voice. You were sorting something and as he approached he recognized SEVERAL of his own clothes. Sweaters of differing shades of yellow and cool tans alone with a few sky blue ones he hardly wore.

"Is this where they've all gone?!" Ghostbur exclaimed with a bright smile. He slipped his arms around your waist from behind and hovered up to put his chin on your head.

"What? Your sweaters?" You smiled mischievously. "Yeah, I get cold at night so I stole a few and then a few turned into a few more."

"You could've come found me." Ghostbur pouted a little and you turned around and pulled him down to your level, giving him a kiss to the cheek.

"I know but you wander sometimes and come back smelling like the sewer. These sweaters always smell like you." You protested.

"Well if you're going to keep stealing them I'm gonna have tio ask you to let me see how you look in them." Ghostbur begged and tickled you until you gave in and gave him a front row seat to your own fashion show.

All the same pants but several upon several oversized sweaters with blue stains down the middle and flowers seemingly sprouting from some.

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Ghostbur loves it when you wear his clothes in other words. He likes how you look so swallowed by them and how warm you seem. How happy.

He tries to stop wandering and smelling like the sewer when he comes back so that you snuggle him instead of stealing his clothes.

Don't get him wrong, he loves seeing you just walking around in one of his sweaters but the guy has to wear something.

Deep down I think he feels like you going in public in his sweaters is kind of like a mark of him. Like everyone knows your his now. Deep down I think Ghostbur likes that aspect as a reminder that he still is a fragment of Alivebur.

Speaking of....

Alivebur (Pogtopia Era)

Wilbur hung his head where he stood in front the Nether portal and sighed heavily. It was pointless to try and win L'manberg back. They were tied and doubts were creeping in. Poor Tommy. Wilbur thought of Tommy now and how crushed he would be if they lost their nation to Dream and Schlatt.

"Would that really be so bad?" Wilbur thought and surprised himself. L'manberg was his melody. His symphonic masterpiece.

"Wil? You alright in there?" Your voice snapped him back to the living world and he turned around to see you. His sweet Melody. You were his anchor. If not fight for Tommy or L'manberg then you.

"Woah Darling what're you wearing?" Wilbur chuckled as he spotted your attire. A black and orange jacket that engulfed your arms and bore the logo of what looked like a gas station pump.

"I found this in a chest and thought it looked warm. The draft was getting to me." You explained and held our your arms to reveal the sleeves much too long. "But I think it's a little big."

"Well obviously. Could you not tell it was mine?" Wilbur lifted the hanging sleeve and found your hand under the fabric. He made quick work to shoving his hand down the sleeve and intertwining it with your fingers. A chill ran across his own and he realized just how cold you were.

"Really? It is?" Wilbur examined the old thing and felt nostalgic of L'manberg and his first moments in this new place so far from his desert homeland. Of course he hadn't told you about Utah yet and didn't plan on it either.

"Yeah. Its got my initials on the tag and everything." Wilbur pointed our and pulled you close to him. "Though you can keep it. Old thing needs a new home anyway." Wilbur smiled and kissed you softly. Your free hand came and cupped his cheek with the sleeve limp against his face as well.

This made him smile. His beautiful Song engulfed in his jacket. A perfect picture untouched by the madness that crept in his heart.

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"Darling why are you wearing that?" Wilbur asked with a sharp edge taking his voice to a lower level. You stood before him wearing his trench coat and a beanie the color of fresh blood over your ears and framing your face rather beautifully. Wilbur couldn't deny even now in his foul mood that you looked pretty.

"It's cold and my coat practically falls off my shoulders. Techno's potatoes aren't exactly the most filling thing." You responded and curled beside him under the oak tree he sat against.

It was raining and Wilbur was brooding. The ravine echoed horribly like a train was rumbling above them when it rained and it often conflicted with the rebellion leader's thoughts. (How ironic for the state of his future.)

"I'm sorry." Wilbur muttered and kissed your head absently.

"Do you mind me wearing your clothes?" You asked him shakily and Wilbur realized how pissed he must've sounded.

"Oh no! Not at all. As long as you're comfortable my love." Wilbur thought of his plan. His promise to Tommy if they lost and what would happen to him, to you both, after it was done. "I was just irritated at myself, I'm sorry for my tone."

"I know this is stressful Wil. Don't worry, we'll get L'manberg back." You said and rested your head against his shoulder.

"Promise me Darling that whatever happens to me you'll stay this optimistic." Wilbur laughed and you smiled faintly, sleep already taking you from his words.

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Pog!Alivebur really doesn't mind. As long as you're safe and warm he doesn't care and actually encourages it. I don't have a lot else to say really.

He knows what's going to happen soon and just wants your last moments with him to be happy ones. Even if he is a brooding emo villain boy at the time.

Alivebur (L'manberg Era)

Wilbur crept through your cottage carefully. The night chirped with his footsteps as he avoided the creaky planks from the poor architecture. Once L'manberg was finally at peace he'd build you a real house with a cellar to keep all your fancy wines, or whatever you collected, and a shed out back for storage, and a porch that you could watch the sunset on next to him. For now though he had to focus on not waking you.

Wilbur poked his head into your room slowly and nearly tripped over himself as he stood up straight in the doorway. You didn't have any blankets and only one pillow that was bent to rest under your head and be held by your soft hands close to your chest.

For warmth you were snuggled under what appeared in the moonlit room as his uniform coat. The startling blue fabric encompassed you completely and Wilbur couldn't help but stare.

"Wil?" You muttered and only then did Wilbur realize he had walked over and was caressing your cheek gently as if it were porcelain.

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"Y/N? Is that you?" Wilbur rubbed at his eyes and shuffled over the grass to your side. It was late and you couldn't sleep.

Ever since the war had been declared you hadn't felt safe going home so you were living in the van with your general boyfriend and his forever cooking potions.

"Did I wake you?" You clutched the coat that swallowed your body closely against the bitter night wind.

"No of course not. I just got colder than usual. " Wilbur kissed your temple and put his head on your shoulder. "Are you wearing my coat?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, I thought it would be chilly out here so I grabbed it. Do you want it back?" You begin to shrug off the blue fabric but a hand stops you abruptly.

"No No, you keep it. It's about time Dream sees who's side you're on." Wilbur smiles.

"Only yours Wilbur."

"That's just what I wanted to hear Darling."

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He melts honestly. Ugh and when you take it off and it smells like you? Instant joy.

Wilbur is a man of passion and to see one of the things he's passionate about sporting one of his jackets or sweaters or whatever it just destroys him.

You've tried wearing his glasses a few times but that doesn't always work out bc he ends up not being able to see you all that well.

Simpbur

Wilbur didn't pay attention to his clothes a lot so you thought it'd be fine if you took one of his spare sweaters. Just one from the stash he kept at your apartment. Nothing serious and it wasn't like you were going to steal it forever, you were just cold and lonely now.

"Y/n, why are you wearing that?" A growl responded to the jump of your body to the sound of a creaking door.

Turns out his lack of attention to such objects does not decline their attachment value.

"I got cold. Sorry, you weren't home and I needed to work in the garden so a sweater seemed more practical than a blanket-"

"Why are you still talking? Of course it's fine, but if you're going to wear my clothes go out in them." Wilbur was clingy when he was home and was practically rubbing on you like a cat. "Show the world that you're mine." He uttered in your ear and a chill ran along your arms.

"Are you still cold? Why don't we go to bed early, or take a hot shower. It's been a long day darling, lets just spend the night together. You can wear my jumper and boxers if you'd like." Wilbur nuzzled your neck and you chuckled.

Wilbur was sweet like that. You'd do something you'd never done before and he'd basically get right on board with it like now.

"Wil you're gonna smother me!"

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Simpbur is very encouraging about this kind of stuff. He adores you in his clothes and just wants to show the world that you're his for sure in such a way.

Might seem a little angry at first but really he's just kicking himself for not thinking of such a scenario in his head already, like damn. He's a creative musician madly in love and he didn't think of the most cliche couple thing ever? Ugh.

Revivebur

Revivebur wasnt exactly the most attentive partner after his second chance and for a while he wasn't around at all and you didn't so much as see a glimpse of his shadow around the SMP. Then one day when you're curled up in an old sweater you found laying around he barges back into your life like he hadn't just ignored you for half a year.

"Darling darling I am so so sorry I've been away, I've had to see everything since my revival and I just-" He stops dead in his theatrics and pauses on the moth bitten item of clothing you wear.

"What is that?" He asks. You look down at the fabric, analyzing the deep blue stain running down the middle and droplets of the same color right along the collar.

"An old sweater of yours. From when you were first here." You mutter and pull the sleeves over your hands in melancholy contentment.

"Take it off." Wilbur's voice demanded.

"Excuse me? You hardly have any authority to tell me what to do right now and much less to tell me, no to demand, that I remove a SINGLE article of clothing when you've hardly as much as looked my way since you earned your 'new lease on life!'" You were in Wilbur's face before you knew it and an incredulous look was on his own. A response quick on his tongue as he hissed.

"Darling, I know I've done you wrong but if you're going to wear my clothes its not going to be remnants of a weak and pitiful man that has been dead for nearly fifteen years." Wilbur was quiet in his words and his hands made quick work of keeping you close to his chest, his lips a ghost over the shell of your ear.

"There'll be plenty of time for the 'removing of clothing' as you put it, after we talk like civilized people."

"I loved that 'weak and pitiful man' and the ghost that replaced him. You are hardly a shell of what they were." You shit back. You thought Wilbur would be the same when you got the news of his new life. You should've read the clues of the ones who told you. The grave faces and sunken eyes, the grief and fear that laced their words like drugs in candy at a college party.

"You take that back." Wilbur growled and you pulled away from his tight grip.

"I'm going to talk to you Wilbur but I will not apologize until you prove yourself worthy of the same love I gave to Alivebur and Ghostbur." You stated and clung to the stained sweater. It didn't matter if the stain was the blood of the man before you or the one that died November 16th, this was Wilbur's sweater and it was all you had right now.

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This was the only scenario I could really think of for Revivbur bc I've only been able to imagine him as very possessive and dismissed of his past selves, so yeah. Very aggressive and kind of *ahem* needy when he finally says hello to you.

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I know I know its not exactly "Stealing Clothing HC's" or whatever but I thought it was cute and fit the request. If you would like me to do it again but in a different way you're welcome to request that. I'm also not opposed to doing a specific HC bit for just one of the Bursonas if that is what some of you would enjoy as well.

Anyway, hope you all liked it. I know I said it would've been out yesterday but an emergency came up considering my Thanksgiving celebration and had to be addressed by moi.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone and see you all very soon 💛💙

[ghostlysenses]

The Grave in the Shack PT2

PT1 READ BEFORE OTHERS LMAO

PT2 prologue READ BEFORE THIS

TW// Alivebur, rivival, kinda sad, fluff and angst

Took me awhile to make! ive been very unmotivated recently and its been taking me awhile to work on things..

SBI x Younger reader (all platonic)

When Tommy recommended reviving you, it was back when ghostbur was still around.

He told two friends, his family, and ghostbur

then he came up with a plan!

a plan to get his younger sibling back

he gathered up ghostbur and his friends up in the gaurd tower he built.

He talked about the plan and how he thought it would work out and how skillful he is.

He was so blinded by wanting to get his younger sibling back that he didn't see the dangers of the plan

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Y/n's POV in limbo

Wilbur wasn't like how he used to be

he wasn't the fun older brother he always had been

he was crazy

he had gone crazy

did I cause this?

if not then who did?

he talked about weird things

blowing things up

crazy plans he has for when he is revived..

he isn't himself

Im scared of him...

I stay in the bathrooms now...

hiding...

incase he ever plans to hurt me..

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Tommy was yelling

trying to calm down ghostbur while staying calm himself isn't easy

and as the lava wall fell down he saw it

he saw ghostbur disappear from this earth...

He was speechless

hurt

he looked at Sam and screamed

he said everything he needed to say

and all Sam had to say to him was how he should've killed him.

He walked out with friend in hand

sobbing

he had failed

he had failed ghostbur

his friends

his family

.....

and you

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Wilburs POV limbo

Y/n and I were playing cards

we don't play much anymore but I still cherish these moments

The bus came up to our station and came to a stop

as we both got up to check out which family member died

y/n stood up but

they couldn't move

it was like their feet were stuck to the floor

"w-what?" she called out

fear over took her eyes

I look at her and I go to help her but something.. no, someone.. pulls me back

"lets go"

I recgionize that voice, its Dream

he drags me away from them

and they cry

"WILBUR! Please! don't leave me alone again..."

I look at them and smile through my own tears

"I love you my dear sibling! but...it simply was never meant to be!"

I salute them and get on the bus, ghostbur giving me his ticket and getting off.

{Third person, Limbo}

But what wilbur didn't hear we're Y/ns sobs

she wanted someone

ghostbur saw her

he saw how sad she seemed to be...

he walked over to her and hugged her

"hello... im ghostbur"

she hugs back

"y/n..."

"i know who you are... trust me"

after awhile of getting comfortable and getting to know each other they played cards and shared stories.

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Wilburs POV L'manhole

I breathe in the fresh air that i've been waiting for.

I waited.. so long for this

but

...

....

how long did they wait?

..

how long were they there for?

it seemed like they hadn't aged a day

they were still 10...

I look down at my hands

and smile

i'm just happy to be alive again

and I have many plans

plans that only a dead person knows

"this is my world now

and Y/n...

oh they will be in it

but not like how everyone thinks they will be"

I smile and walk away

time to ask for a favor from a good friend of mine.

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