Can You Even Kiss A Ghost? (M!Reader x Dsmp!Wilbur)

Chapter 5: Heart Attack

//:D Trigger Warnings: Yelling, mentions of abuse, grief and panic attack (panic attacks are formed in many ways not just by screaming and shaking in fear)//

Living with Schlatt and Wilbur together was interesting. It was mostly just wilbur trying his best. Y/N was mostly tired of schlatts behavior. He seemed to be the same but more chill in a way. Y/N was still afraid of schlatt so they never really had a conversation together but that didn't mean he had his moments. Schlatt wasn't one with words whenever he would be in position of Wilburs zom-body. He would stare at y/n and sometimes just give y/n flowers without speaking. It was such a thoughtful thought it was hard for y/n to hold grudges. Y/N was doing the dishes, Wilbur was letting Schlatt take over for the night.
"Do you have any alcohol?" Schlatt pleaded, standing awkwardly outside of the kitchen. Y/N gulped before flicking water off his hands and drying them on his sweatpants before looking in the fridge, he knew he didn't but still wanted an excuse to continue his conversation with Schlatt. "Unfortunately I do not. I'm also pretty sure you can't have any from what Philza has told me." Y/n looked over from his shoulder to see schlatt roll his eyes and sigh.
"Yeah.. do you smoke at least?" He continued to ask, knowing he will not receive. "You're not allowed to have that either." Y/n closed the fridge and leaned on it, schlatt raised a brow before smirking
"you didn't deny it." Schlatt chuckled as now both of them were staring at each other.
"Well I'm technically half fish so that would give me a very bad burn to my throat. Plus cigarettes are disgusting." Y/n stuck his tongue out before going into his room, that was the end of the conversation he guessed or so he thought.
"Hey Y/N." Y/n stopped in his tracks and turned his body and head around looking at schlatt.
"Um. Nevermind. Sorry for buggin' ya." Schlatt waved y/n off for being a nuisance.
Y/n nodded before walking back into his room. He laid down in bed and closed his eyes. He tossed and turned in his bed feeling nothing but sorrow and grief. Y/N knew why but he didn't like the feelings. He kept moving until he got annoyed and went into his bathroom. He turned the faucet on in his sink and started shaking. Flashes of all the bad things came back in his mind.
"You should hate him" y/n held his ears as they rang with annoying buzz and whispers
"stop" he pleaded, feeling the need to pull his ears.
"Another reason to leave. He's hurting you." Y/n cried as the whispers 'no' longer whispered. He started to collapse on the ground.
"Leave him outside to die, then you can be happy again." they kept nagging at Y/n who now started to pull his hair as the sink still ran. Now visible tears running through his face a show breath started to pick up the pace.
"But I love him.." y/n smiled a bit at the thought but was immediately shot down.
"his only with you because he is dead and only remembers the good. What about the bad times?" They giggled, the voices taunted. They giggled and laughed as y/n whispered
"no". He knew that wasn't true, they never had bad times.
"His work was more important than being with you." They chuckled and Teased, y/n pulled some of his hair out as he cried in the bathroom, feeling wet and cold. Not realizing that his bathroom is being flooded. The voices grew louder and louder over powering y/ns positive words and trying to overcome the bad energy. Then a knock was at his bathroom door that awoke him from his mind.
"Love? You alright? Did the sink pipe break again?" A soft voice was on the other side, y/n looked to see he was sitting on the ground, he got up seeing his floor was wet and his sink was flooded with water. He turned off the sink, wiped his tears and took a deep breath.
"Yeah... just had a.. a bad dream.." y/n unlocked the door, seeing the friendly ghost with a fan and a mop. Y/n smiled as the both of them picked up stuff from the floor and moped the floor and started up the fan and let the bathroom floors dry. Wilbur sat at the bed while y/n was about to take off his pants he heard a grunt. He looked over, seeing that Schlatt was now in possession.
"Oh. Wait, this is my room. Get out!" Y/N was flustered as Schlatt laughed as Wilbur shaked, getting in control and leaving, he forgot he had company. Y/n sighed as he began to change clothes and to place his wet clothes in the washer. He got out and sat on the couch, he didn't want to be alone. He looked over to see wilbur making bread. The smell of the bread started to fill the house, y/n couldn't help but think of the days where nikki had to teach wilbur how to make bread. A chuckle escaped y/ns lips as he smiled at the thought, wilbur used to get all filthy with the flour and the dough process made y/n chuckle more. Wilbur seems to struggle with getting the dough to a fluffy shape like y/n or nikkis. y/n slowly dissociated from the real world feeling hypnotic in some way. His body fell into the couch more, his muscles seemed to relax and the feeling of paranoia seemed to have gone away until he heard a crash in the kitchen,
y/n blinked harshly feeling the tense feelings all over again. Why was he stupid enough to relax, he got up and looked in the kitchen to see wilbur had fallen and broke a cup.
"Sorry love." wilbur giggled, getting up he started to pick up the glass, y/n took a deep breath in and exhaled dramatically and helped. He bent over and grabbed the dust pan under the sink in addition to grabbing the brush. As he helped wilbur clean, wilbur couldn't stop staring at y/n, y/n lifted his head to see the blushing ghost as he raised a brow.
"Can I help you?" y/n questioned, seeing wilbur caught in the act of starring the ghost realized he was staring too long and turned his head.
"Sorry! Just thinking things." he reassured, going back to grabbing a pan for the bread. y/n hummed in response placing the broken glass in the trash. Doing so triggered a memory of cleaning broken beer bottles and glass cups making a tear fall from y/ns face. "You still forgive him?" a voice complained, making y/n body shake dropping both the brush and dustpan, wilbur looked over to see y/n still near the trash can, shaking with fear he assumed.
"Y/N? Love?" Wilbur walked over feeling worried. As he reached out y/n slapped wilburs hand away from his shoulder, as he turned around y/n was crying a lot.
"Don't touch me." y/n cried feeling his body wanting to give out. He looked down before leaving the kitchen to his room. He didn't bother closing the door, there wasn't any need. He looked at his wrist device and it pulled up 'contacts' and the name philza popped up but he paused before pressing the dial button. Was he being too harsh? Why is he acting like this? His body shaked more as he gulped. He turned off the device and just sat in his bed before falling over and putting himself in a fetal position to cry. He kept crying, his heart felt like it was about to burst, can you fix a broken heart? y/n believed so but at the very moment he thought no. you can't fix what's too broken. He chuckled at himself thinking more. He sounded like an angst teen going through their emo phase. He couldn't help but sigh feeling his tears dry up. A knock was at the side of the wall, y/n lifted his head up seeing ghostbur floating meaning it was day. y/n groaned but didn't get up. He didn't want to. Wilbur looked sad and floated to y/ns bed side, sitting down and looking at y/n.
"What's wrong, love? Do you want some blue..?" Wilbur asked holding up the crystal at y/n, y/n looked at him but sensed he reminded him of schlatt y/n turned himself the other way. If wilbur didn't have the horns it would be much better to face him but at the moment, with Schlatt being there? No.
"That would be nice.." y/n confirmed as wilbur handed it to him seeing that y/n didn't want to look at him. y/n held the crystal feeling a bit better. Not enough to look at wilbur though. Why was he acting like this now? Why is this bugging him out of all the days had to be today? He was just fine two weeks ago and last night! y/n groaned before feeling his body shake. "Is this because schlatt is with me now" wilbur sounded sorry, this wasn't his fault. y/n shaked his head but then slowly nodded.
"I know you both have bad history but... maybe talk about it? Maybe it'll help" he tried sounding confident like it'll fix anything. y/n couldn't help but laugh and feel upset. y/n got up from his laying stance and was now sitting at the edge of his bed. He couldn't help but laugh as he cried.
"Talk it out? Really? What makes you think it'll work now?" y/n looked at wilbur with sheer hate, not for him but for schlatt. Wilbur felt afraid as he gulped "I was just thinking.." wilbur was cut off with y/n coming off the bed and looking angry.
"That's all you ever do! Think! Stop thinking that this isn't a big deal! You BROKE me wilbur, on top of that but never once did you think that this was a big deal! You want to know what schlatt did to me? He broke bottles, glass cups and plates on my back and on the ground. He constantly threatens death upon me! He verbally abused me and manipulated me into thinking that I was the problem and I lost my life to a heartbreak only to come back to that hell hole to repeat the horrible process but not once did you send someone or sneak in back to see if i was alright. Instead you snuck in and rigged TNT into L'Manberg the topia that was made from both YOU and TOMMY. I helped you create that Piece and you Took it down along with me. You showed me that...that you really didn't care for me. That everything you told me, everything you promised me was a lie.." y/n broke down feeling his mind being split, the voices started speaking out for him during this, wilbur looked distraught and clinched his heart.
"Im.." wilbur couldn't finish his words, y/n looked at him feeling a broken smile creep on his face.
"You have nothing to say? Not even my abuser?" y/n questioned as seeing that half of wilburs body glowed a blue to show schlatt was listening but the both of them stayed quiet making y/n cry even more, the feeling of just punching wilbur wanted to happen but he didn't. He couldn't. No matter how mad he was at wilbur he would never hurt him because that isn't what y/n is. Just because Schlatt hurt him, just because he was broken didn't mean violents was ever necessary. y/n clenched his fist as he kept crying.
"You lied to me, you snapped my heart into two and schlatt, You brought out the worst in me and showed how much i hated human beings like you." y/n huffed as he stared hard at the two of them. They remained silent. y/n shaked his head.
"Just get out of my room. You're not going to remember this argument anyway. What was the point of spilling all that to you... i'm sorry" y/n sniffled before turning away from them into his bathroom this time closing the door. He turned on the water and took out the salt to start pouring it in the bath. Wilbur was conflicted on what just went down. He walked in the living room and sat on the couch, his eyes started to pour tears but nothing came out besides him sniffing. "You're not the wilbur he's talking about. You know that right? Sense both of you are to different people." schlatt looked at wilbur who nodded but held his knees close to his chest.
"Tommy was right, the regular wilbur isn't poggers...maybe the whole idea of coming back to life is a bit overrated. Maybe i don't want to go back, i can be here and keep y/n happy. Fix what wilbur did to him." Schlatt laughed at wilburs little speech and then cleared his throat.
"You're too funny. Jesus, y/n done for, the last i remember he has 2 lives left ghostbur and if you think about it, you being with him will only hurt him more because you're dead. I hope you know this with you still because you two didn't end things meaning y/n is still taken by Wilbur and if your memories of him being your boyfriend are the happy memorable ones then that's kinda fucked in a way. " Schlatt shrugged his shoulders before laying down. Wilbur looked at schlatt confused
"What do you mean ghlatt..?" Wilbur asked cautiously as Schlatt rolled his eyes.
"y/n cant be with anybody else without you being glued to him because you member him being your mate. Think about it." schlatt said before yawning. Not that he also felt awful what he did to y/n was cruel maybe he did go a bit too far on him, but most of the time he was blacked out drunk and stoned when he did those things. That made his heart hurt more than it already has. He groaned a bit looking down at his chest seeing the heart had a 1 in it. He could come back to life anytime he wanted but he didn't want anything to do with this god forsaken world. His business with the world is over but somehow he was dragged back with wilburs positive side. Wilbur blinked and the black around him was gone, he was back at the couch feeling a bit better, why was he sad in the first place he was now confused then something hit his nose hard.
"Ghlatt do you smell burnt toast as well?"

//So if your confused in anyway, y/n actually lost his canon life to a heart string snapping basically dying of being heart broken. Y/n still has 2 canon lifes but he lied to dream saying he has 3 as a bluff and sense y/ns head is kinda messed up atm idk if I brought it up in the story and made it seem he lost a life from the 1st war if l'manberg no, he lost his life from heart break. ALSO if you have noticed I've been spelling L'manberg wrong- and I'm very sorry but I can't spell things in general, sorry if I triggered some fans about that :/ sorry//