wilbur soot x y/n

Chapter eleven

For a solid half a week, I had decided to not get on Twitter, just allowing everything to simmer down after such a big new player. I finally got back on and was shocked at how many people were still freaking out about me joining or people who just realized that I had joined.

After scrolling through it for twenty-ish minutes, I found a post that spoke about me being so quick to hide my arm. After looking at the photo they had below, a surge of panic went through my body.

They had zoomed in on my drawings. On my horrid paintings.

The post already had so many likes and retweets and comments seeing as it had only been posted a few days ago. One comment has even remarked that I always wore long sleeves, even in the worst droughts.

They're connecting the dots. I thought in horror. They're gonna hate me. I can't believe I used to let myself to those things to me.

It was now or never to tell Eret and Wil everything. Unless they've already seen the tweet. Which they likely have.

I took soft steps towards Wil's streaming room and cracked open the door. "Wil? Are you streaming?" I asked. He shook his head as he continued mining deep in a strip mine.

"Have you checked Twitter?" I asked, tapping gently on my arms. Specifically over the scars. Over the places my old blade struck.

Wil turned around with a concerned look. "No, why?" He asked, concern covering his face. I decided to go over and give him a huge hug.

"Maybe-maybe just go check it. Scroll for like ten minutes, I'm sure it's pretty close to trending. My fanbase is big enough." I muttered, crisscrossing on Wil's floor.

After a few minutes, I can only assume he saw it, seeing as he picked me up and sat me in his lap.

"Have you done it recently?" Wil said, gently pulling back the loose sleeves on my arms. He then looked at the countless marks and started to gently kiss every single one.

"You truly are a diamond in the rough, Wilbur." I muttered, snuggling deep into his chest.

"If I am a diamond, then I would want to be the one on your finger." He muttered, logging out of Minecraft to likely go to bed at around one in the morning.

After a few moments of debate between the two of us, we decided that I would sleep in Wil's bed, mainly because I didn't want to be left alone.

And I don't think Wil wanted me to be left with  my own mind either. I really don't blame him. I think the only person someone should blame about such things they've done is themselves, but at least, while you're facing those fears, you could have a friend with you.

After a few minutes of silence, I heard Wil's breathing begin to even out. He was likely asleep. Which just left me with myself again.

After maybe an hour of simply thinking about everything that day, I realized that I was slowly drifting to sleep. Which I was overjoyed about.

I slept a solid six hours which was pretty good for me but I decided the night before that I should post a video clearing stuff up which is likely why I woke up earlier.

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For once, I woke before Wil and decided to get my streaming room set up for the video. The only reason I was aware that Wil was awake was him bursting into my room just to give me a good morning kiss. Which I was incredibly flustered about.