and she told me that she fucking hates you
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. ]
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