When Reality Struck- Wilbur x Reader

IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!

TW: Self Harm and Alcoholism

Wilbur's POV

Time skip

I'm not going to lie. The chicken nuggets were actually pretty good. And the brownies were perfect!! We decided to go to bed in the room I had seen over the phone so many times before. The LEDs and the records and pictured. Just as I remembered.

A few days later

I changed into my clothes and walked in on y/n with just a bra and some spandex. I also noticed some red lines on her thighs, they look faded.

"I'm ready to-woah, I'm sorry," I walked back into the bathroom. I cant imagine how embarrassing that was for her. I felt really bad. She yelled

"Ok, you can come out now!"

"Look y/n I am so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, I don't mind, it's not like I was naked." She looked down at her thighs and look back up at me and smiled.

"Y/n darling, I couldn't help but notice some scars on your thighs . Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"If you don't mind me asking, where did they come from?" I could tell she was freaking out by the question, she went all pale and I could tell she had broken a sweat.

"I'd prefer not to answer that question..."

How could I be so stupid, I haven't seen her struggling, this is my fault. All my fault.

She started breaking down in tears, I was trying to calm her down but I realized I was the one who did this to her. I walked out and grabbed the bottle of vodka I had in my car from the picnic, I brought it to the house in case we wanted to drink. I opened the new bottle and just started drinking. Sip by sip I could feel myself getting quite tipsy, drowning my sorrows in the clear poisoning I brought upon myself.

Y/N

I can't believe he just walked out. I couldn't stop crying. He wasn't there to comfort me. I needed him. I made my way to find him after changing into sweats. I knew I shouldn't have taken my chances with spandex yet. I heard a loud bang and ran towards it. Behind the kitchen counter, I saw a very drunk Wil, sitting against the cabinets with a bottle of Vodka next to him in his hand. I tried snatching it away but for a drunk man, he was pretty fast.

"Y/n, please...just let me do this."

"I can't let you do that Wilbur, I love you!" I tried again. This time he stopped me by putting his palm on my forehead keeping me from moving.

"Y/n I made you think that was the only way to heal your stress. You clearly aren't meant to love me. Please. Go away."

"I-I've been getting death threats from your followers...they are saying stuff like 'you are using him' " I said with tears falling down my red face. He let go of the bottle. stood up and got his phone off the counter. He picked it up and started typing. 

Wilbur's POV

I couldn't believe it. My followers, my viewers, and my supporters were sending death threats and just terrible things to the women making me happy. I grabbed my phone and tweeted

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Wilbur Soot

what the hell is wrong with you chat? sending y/n death threats and just awful messages? We won't be streaming for a while. We need time. Also, never, ever do this again to anyone, no one deserves it.

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She soon got a notification on her phone, picked it up the looked at me. I grabbed the bottle and took a few more sips.

"Wilbur, I get you're mad at me for not telling you but don't blame yourself."

"y/n where were your scars the day at the beach?"

"Healed over. I just recently started again, because of the death threats and such. I am so so sorry," I could tell she was broken. She walked over to me and put her face to my chest and soaked my sweatshirt with her tears. I rubbed her back and shh'd her over and over trying to calm her down. This is a triggering topic so I knew it was hard for her to talk about. She soon looked up to me after I put my lips to the top of her head. Her pain was visible.

We walked over to the couch and just cuddled. She fell asleep with dry tears on her cheek. I quickly put a pillow under her head, grabbed a dry sweatshirt and some blankets. I then replaced the pillow with my lap again and laid the blankets on top of her in an attempt to keep her warm.

A/N:  Remember to drink a lot of water. Also, don't ever do this, please. There are people who want to help you, I promise.