depressed m reader x comfort characters one shots.

Wilbur- fine.

It's late at night and I just finished streaming for a bit so I take a shower and lay down on my bed. I go on Twitter and see a bunch of tweets about today's stream which isn't that weird but they were all about this same screenshot someone took of me. I go look into it and see that in the screenshot you can see my cuts under my sleeves and see everyone talking about it. Some people being concerned but some people hating on me.
Shit! Why is this happening to me?? My vision gets blurry from my tears and I start having a panic attack. I'm not sat at my bed shaking and crying like a baby, I think those comments were right I am just a pathetic and over sensitive person. What if my friends see this?? What the fuck am I supposed to do then?! They're gonna think I'm weird and hate me. I'll be alone again. Just like I deserve to be..
I go to my bathroom and get my razor and before hesitating a bit since I was two days clean I start harming myself.
WILBURS POV:
I'm laying down on my bed watching some TV when my phone starts ringing. I look at it and see it's ash calling me which is weird since he never calls me.
I pause what I was watching and pick up the phone.
"Hey man, whats up?" I say.
"Did you go into Twitter?" He asks.
"No, why?"
"There's something you should probably check out.. it's about y/n."
"What do you mean? Is he alright?"
"Apparently someone took a screenshot of him in his stream where his arm was visible and he has a ton of cuts all over his arm and people are talking about it non stop. It's fucked up man."
Once he says that I feel my stomach dropping and I try to comprehend what he just said.
"W- wait are you being serious? Did you see the photo? I mean it could be edited right? He wouldn't do that he would've told me right?"
"It's real, you can see it on the video. I think you should go over and check in gim u think he might have seen all of this."
"Shit! Thanks for letting me know ash, I gotta go." I say hanging up the phone.
I quickly log into Twitter and see the hundreds of posts about it. Why would people spread this around like this? That's fucked up he doesn't deserve this..
I make my way to my car and drive to y/ns house. Once I get there I knock on the door and there's no awnser.
"Y/n? Are you in there? It's will." I say knocking again.
"Uh the um- the door is open come in I'll be there in a sec!" I hear him say nervously and in a rush.
I walk inside his place and after a few seconds he walks into the room with his eyes puffy and red.
"Hey will, what's up?" He says in a fake happy tone.
"I just wanted to check up on you because of the-"
"That screenshot? It's fake I don't do that you do t have to worry."
"Y/n I saw t-"
"Really will, don't worry about it it's edited I promise. You should probably go now I was about to go to sleep."
"Y/n please just show me your arm."
"No! I'm fine ok? Just leave me alone for a while I don't want to talk about it. I have everything under control." He says.
I see a few drops of blood drop from his hoodies sleeve.
"Y/n.. your sleeve.."
He looks down at his sleeve and once he sees the blood his face goes pale and he quickly covers his arm.
"Shit.. I'm fine it's fine it's nothing-"
My heart breaks at the sight of him like this.. I hate the fact that he has gone through this alone.
"Y/n.. - I say hugging him.- it's okay. Im gonna help you get through this alright? You're gonna be fine."
"I'm sorry.."
"For what?"
"For being like this."
"Well, I love you just the way you are."
"Thanks will.." he says wiping his tears away.
"C'mon, let's clean your arm up." I say taking him to his bathroom.
I clean up his cute and bandage them do he doesn't bleed too much and give him my hoodie so he doesn't have to wear the bloody one. We get out of the bathroom and lay down on his bed.
"Thank you for this will.. I don't deserve you."
"Of course you do. Look, things are gonna be alright okay? I'm here with you." I say giving him a forehead kiss and cuddling with him. After a while we both fall asleep.