Two years ago, you'd met Wil Gold in a pub shortly after moving to London, but ended up falling out of contact when it turned out your ex-boyfriend moved to try and make things work... Completely unrelated, but lately Tommy's started complaining to Wilbur about his sister bringing her insufferable boyfriend home for Christmas, and Wilbur's wondering where he's heard your name before. But now you're back in contact, back to being friends, and have made arrangements to finally hang out face to face. And any latent, traitorous feelings Wilbur may or may not have aren't anything he wants to bother you with. Now he's a well known musician on the internet, and he's kind of in love with you, even though you have a boyfriend (who you don't even like). This is great for content, but kind of shit for mental health. Everyone's. This is kind of a lose-lose situation, at least until you leave your boyfriend (who you don't even like!). [ * while this fic deals with heavy drinking as a coping mechanism, it is situational alcohol abuse, not alcoholism, which is why, in the later parts, it appears easier to resolve (in a sense) than alcoholism. source? i'm a recovering alcoholic, trust me, i know serious alcoholism doesn't usually have an on-off switch. ]

Two ghosts finally meet again in the afterlife, only to find that death has made them gentle. Along their journey, one of them realizes that a home is so much more than just four walls and a roof to keep the rain off of the ghosts that live there. And the ghosts aren't the only ones who end up leaving their mark. -- "Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you."

fanart on cover by @wonkysushi on twitter!! 𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙉𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚.