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bonesandthebees · 29 days
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Has Tommy(innit) said anything about whats all happening?
About Wilbur?
also could you explain whats going on, please?
I kind of know but not too well, I just woke up, got news Wilbur abused someone, and everyone saying 'fuck wilbur'.
I will not support anyone who supports abuse in any way, but please understand that this is quite a shock to wake up too.
oh man I am feeling so bad for people who haven't been aware of anything that's been going on the past week
alright, a week ago Shubble (aka Shelby), a popular mcyt streamer/youtuber who has been in the scene for a very long time, did a stream talking about her last relationship. she didn't name her ex-boyfriend, but discussed all the ways in which he physically and emotionally abused her throughout their relationship and how she didn't realize it until later. their stream was largely meant to spread awareness of domestic abuse and the warning signs of it. and although they didn't name him, the details they mentioned about their ex made it pretty clear wilbur soot was their ex. twitter blew up talking about it, some people tried to claim shelby wouldn't want them to speculate so she made a tweet saying it's not that she didn't want to name her abuser, it's that she couldn't. since everyone had already been theorizing it was wilbur it was pretty well understood at this point that if their abuser wasn't wilbur, they would've said so. alongside this, a trumpeter who used to tour with lovejoy and a photographer for the band both heavily implied shelby's ex was wilbur.
after trending for five days straight on twitter with everyone talking about the allegations, wilbur posted a statement yesterday confirming that yes, he is the ex shelby was referring to, and 'apologized' for his behavior. except his apology brushed aside all of the emotional abuse he put her through, and in the same statement he claimed he thought the physical abuse (where he would bite her all the time to the point of her being covered in bruises) was consensual and a 'playful' thing despite the fact that shelby explained it was anything but. basically, his apology was dogshit and was him trying to avoid taking any kind of accountability for what he put her through. many many cc's in the twitch sphere, including wilbur's former circle of friends, replied pointing out how terrible his apology was.
tommy has not said anything yet, but also I don't expect him to say anything so soon. he just had surgery, like, what, 2 weeks ago? pretty sure he's still hopped up on pain meds. not to mention, he and wilbur have been incredibly close friends since tommy was 16. it's not easy to come to terms with the fact that someone you've known since you were 16 and looked up to as an older brother is not the person you thought they were.
alongside that, ranboo streamed yesterday and discussed the situation. they've been vocal in their support of shelby on twitter, and also told their viewers to give other cc's time for a response. they pointed out a lot of their friends are only just now learning what kind of person wilbur really is. they also said that some other cc's might not make statements at all and might just silently distance themselves from wilbur.
also, shelby herself liked this tweet yesterday
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so yeah, I wouldn't expect to hear from tommy directly on this for a while, if ever. I also wouldn't be surprised if he just silently distances himself from wilbur instead of saying anything outright.
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shubblelive · 1 year
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— EMPTY APARTMENTS
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summary : wilbur gets to your apartment and finds you and all your belongings gone. you didn’t even say goodbye.
genre : angst -> fluff (“angst” might be a strong word)
warnings : sleep depravation (it’s bed time, wil. you have school in the morning), swearing, wilbur almost has a panic attack
pairing : cc!wilbur soot x reader
pronouns : none (you/yours)
featuring : cc!wilbur soot, lovejoy (mentioned)
word count : 987
note : i'm not the proudest of this, but here you go anyway.
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Wilbur hadn’t slept in days. 
It had been a lot, all at once, and he was struggling. He had just got back from America and Dave was already discussing another tour after their next single. He loved travelling and performing; it was what he was meant to be doing. Hearing people scream his silly little lyrics back at him while practically high on adrenaline was a feeling Wilbur wouldn’t be able to replicate with a million streams (as much as he loved them). 
He’d been overwhelmingly anxious in a way that couldn’t be halted by breathing techniques, but he would try his best. Part of it was flying, which he knew shouldn’t have been an active issue given that the song wasn’t even finished yet. What they had been performing was about 90% complete, and another thing giving him grief was wondering whether people would like it. It was different from his first two EPs, and Wilbur knew even the most loyal of fan bases could hate songs. 
That, combined with his hair being everywhere, wasn’t even the cause of the gnawing feeling in his abdomen. That one was simple, and he knew it couldn’t be solved. He missed you.
The tour had been short and he didn’t remember most of it, but he remembered hardly being able to sleep without the feeling of you on top of his left arm. It was worse when he was in the US, and he couldn’t even call you before bed. Of course, he was back now, and he’d been smothering you in affection to the point where you’d had to beg him to let you go and film.
He had been at the studio all day working on the rest of the EP; Wilbur had grown frustrated with just working on that one song when it clearly wasn’t sounding right. It was almost there, but it consumed his every waking moment and he needed a break. Whether it was the song itself, or the music video, or the concept art. The whole thing was just hurting his head, and the feeling was getting worse. 
His eyes were heavy in the taxi ride home, and he’d fought the urge to fall asleep. He was heading for your flat; it was closer. He had a certain paranoia since he’d gotten more known about people knowing where he lived, so he always gave them a random address near where he lived but far enough away that it eased his anxieties. Trudging down the street, drops of rainwater in his hair, he pulled up your texts.
I’ll see you tonight, love, he’d sent early that morning. Yours or mine?
Ha, you had replied.
He pulled out his keyring, finding the key to your place that he’d held onto since forever. It stuck in the lock, like it always did and he closed his eyes as he turned the knob, dropping the keys into the bowl with a clatter and turning on the lights.
The flat was empty. There was still furniture, but all your stuff was gone. His keys lay there lamely on the floor, he was so exhausted he hadn’t even realised you’d taken the end table. Your shelves were bare, the counters were empty; hell even your streaming setup was gone.
You’d left, and you hadn’t even told him.
Was it something he had done? How long had you been planning this? It wouldn’t have been hard to orchestrate, you’d spent most of your nights at his place recently. Where had you gone? Maybe he could find you. At the very least get some closure. 
He called you. Three times. His phone fell from his hand and he lent back against the door. You were the only thing that wasn’t causing him immense amounts of stress, and you were gone. There had been signs, surely. He hadn’t seen any, but there had to have been some.
Did he forget an anniversary? No, none that he could think of. Fuck. What had he done?
He couldn’t stay there, in your empty flat. It was too small, too full and too empty and he stumbled out, through the hallway, down the stairs and onto the street. It was late, the streets were nearly empty but it was too loud. The street lights flickered and Wilbur kicked a lampost. 
It didn’t move. How annoying. 
It took him nearly an hour to get home, somewhat because he continued to try and kick inanimate objects (mostly because he realised he forgot his phone and had to go back). This time, when he put his keys on the end table they fell resolutely onto the end table. 
He flicked the light switch. They turned off.
Why were they already on? Whatever, he probably left them on accidentally. He shed his coat, throwing it over the back of the couch and face-planting onto it. The cushion groans underneath him.
“You ‘right?” Your hand found its way into his hair and his breath was strong against your neck. “Will? Everything okay?”
“You weren’t there,” His voice broke. “I went to your apartment and all your stuff was gone.” His arms were wrapped around you so hard his knuckles were turning white. “I’m sorry, darling. I’m so sorry.” You could feel tears leaking onto your collarbone and you clutched him back.
“Are you alright? Have you still not been sleeping?” Your eyes, warm with concern, met him. “Will, love?”
“I’m sorry.” He kept repeating.
“We’re okay. I promise. I’m moving in here, remember?” your voice was soft, and he couldn’t stop crying.
“Fuck.” His eyes were clamped shut. “I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.”
“You need a break,” you corrected gently. “You’re overworking yourself, Wilbur.”
It took him a while to calm down, and soon he was nodding in your embrace. “Need you.” That night, Wilbur slept better than he had in months and in the morning you were still there. 
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maarriiii · 1 year
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Simp (Part 10) | Wilbur Soot
A/N: I really wanted to do a double update so that’s why i’ve been putting this off since I haven’t written the date part but i really don’t want to put this off any longer, so here you go lovely people!!
Summary: Countdown to you and Wilbur meeting and everything that happened in between
Pairing(s): CC!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader, CC!Wilbur Soot x actor!reader
Warning(s): It’s pretty long guys. So, get comfortable
italics: tweets
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4 months before the show. This was it. The end. After two weeks of traveling multiple cities and countries for press tour, this premiere would be your last before heading back home to Los Angeles, free from any obligations. You smiled and waved to the blaring lights of cameras and shouts of your name, facing here and there as they asked. To your left and right were your costars and people that worked on the movie, director and producers. Some of them were accompanied by their partners or family members. Some were with their publicist and team, including you.
You caught the eyes of one of the family members—a mother to a particularly young actor—she was holding their hand, smiling but you could tell she was overwhelmed. You smiled and mouthed 'you're doing great'. At that her shoulders relaxed and she mouthed back 'thank you'. You gave her a wink before flashing your award winning smile back at the camera—seconds after the three of you posed together and clips of you comforting the mother went viral the next day.
By the time the walking and the posing was done, you were finally inside the theater where seats were filled with the cast, crew, critics, fans, and other people you might don't know. Companion of The West was met with pretty good reviews so far from all the early screenings, praising the writing, directing, the ensemble of cast, and your acting in the new genre. You rarely look up reviews but when it's good things you've been hearing, how can one resist—the movie might even get nominated in major categories in the upcoming awards season.
~~
"Thank you, Nottingham. You've been fucking amazing!"
The crowd cheered as Lovejoy walked backstage, adrenaline still coursing through their bodies and sweat pouring down on it. Wilbur dabbed a white towel on his face and neck, smiling and cheering with his bandmates for yet another good show on the tour. Although, he played shows before it still felt like the first time. He was on cloud nine and no anchor heavy enough could pull him down. He loves every second of every moment he get to play with his friends and hearing the crowds shout back the very lyrics he wrote.
Wilbur muttered a 'thanks' when his friends congratulate him for a great show, still wiping down the sweat trailing down his body like a flood. He took a few bottle of beers in his hand, gave it to Ash, Joe, and Mark, before gulping down his. The cold liquid managed to quench his thirst and after singing the last few songs.
Wilbur and the rest of the band and crew started packing up their instruments and gear after hydrating themselves and taking a few polaroid pictures backstage. They carried all the bags, cases, and whatnot to the van they've rented before driving back to the hotel they stayed in and going out for a few drinks before leaving Nottingham.
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2 months before the show. You did something incredibly embarrassing earlier that made you want to dig up a hole, crawl into it, and bury yourself for eternity in an attempt to conceal yourself from the internet. It was an accident. You tweeted something with the intention of putting it in your second and private account, where only your closest friends follows you, after seeing a picture of Wilbur on stage. The tweet itself might be classified as to what the internet calls a 'thirst tweet' and although you've denied it multiple times—when Sam called you out and tease you for it—the longer the notion swam inside your mind, the more convinced you were that they were right. And that just made it worse.
You were in the kitchen getting some snacks when the thought suddenly appeared in your head. Anxiety builds up inside you, fear and assurance trying to beat the other and take control. You fast walked to the living room where the TV was paused on a show and your phone lay on the couch. You hurriedly typed in the password, cursing when you got it wrong a couple of times. You mumbled words of encouragement to yourself, saying that you couldn't possibly do such a thing and that you were always careful. Spoiler alert, you were wrong.
Dread washes over you when you saw the tweet with already 500 likes and retweets. You knew it won't have any effect since your fans would definitely screenshot it and immortalize it for people to see and make articles about, but you still wanted to save yourself.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god, you're lagging, really?" You pressed the screen with a little too much force trying to delete the tweet.
~~
It seemed to be an occurrence now that Wilbur always chokes—be it on water or even just air—at the sudden mention of your name. He was amused, honored, and embarrassed at his current predicament. How can he not? Ash was the first one who came across your tweet and decided to show it to everyone first then him. They were hollering, cheering, whistling, and Wilbur couldn't run and hide, so he just opted to curse everyone off but it prove useless since he had a smile on his lips.
when he's british and in a band 🤤🥰
If Wilbur was being honest seeing that kinda boosted his ego just a tad. He tried to find it later, when he was no longer in the bus and wasn't practically surrounded by everyone but all he could find was screenshot of it from both of your fans which led him to think that you probably didn't mean to post for your millions of followers. He kinda felt bad for you—lord knows he'd been embarrassed before—and there was a part of him that wanted to reach out to you but he thought of another way to try and comfort you or maybe even tease you.
He typed something in his phone and after a few words of encouragement before finally saying 'fuck it', Wilbur pressed the blue tweet button.
when you're british and in a band 😏
He'd definitely be hearing about this in the upcoming days. 
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2 weeks before the show Months went by quickly and before you know it, the Lovejoy show in Los Angeles was getting closer and closer. You and Wilbur were constantly communicating; phone calls, texts, video calls. You name it, both of you probably did it. He always told you how the shows went, where he and the rest of the band went to unwind and explore after the show. He would send you a picture of a film poster that had your face in it. He would tell you facts about the states he was in and you would find it endearing, adorable, and impressive how he knows all of that. You did the same to him. You told him about your days. You told him about future roles that you might want to audition for. You recommended places to visit if you've ever been where he was. It was beginning to be a part of your routine, listening and talking to Wilbur, and you love every minute of it.
This time it was no different. You were out and about, headphones plugged in your ear, Wilbur's voice drowning out all the other noises, while your sunglasses covered eyes scoured the storefronts decorated in mannequins.
"Oh, I'm just wandering around. Nothing exciting, really. I just--"
You saw two young women approached you, phone in their hand, a book and pen in the other. The nervous smiles and whispers shared amongst them was something you became accustomed to by now whenever people recognize you.
"y/n? Are you still there?" Wilbur asked, a slight worry in his voice at your sudden pause.
"Yeah, sorry, Wil. I'm fine. Could you just give me a second?"
"Yeah, of course."
You put your sunglasses over your head and flashed a friendly smile, trying to make them comfortable.
"Hey guys, how are you?"
"Hi, y/n. It's nice to meet you. We love your new movie."
"Aww. Thank you so much. I'm glad you like it. Do you want me to sign that?" You asked, pointing at the book.
"Yeah, and could we get a picture too if that's not too much?"
You nodded. "Yeah, of course. Not at all."
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On the other side of the line, Wilbur just sat and listened to your voice. You didn't mute the call and he was glad you didn't--not because he wanted to eavesdrop or anything like that. He just enjoyed hearing the sound of your voice. Everyday he just looks forward to it, hearing you say hello and his name coming out your lips. He dreads whenever you had to say goodbye or 'I have to go' and it took every will power inside of him to not just beg for you to stay for another second. He was absolutely and utterly smitten with you. 
"Are you going to the lovejoy show soon, y/n?" A distant voice asked.
At the mention of his band, Wilbur perked up.
"Yeah, I am." His heart fluttered at how excited you were. Damn you. "Are you guys too?"
"Yeah,  we came here to see them actually."
"Oh, that's awesome."
The two of you exchanged a few more words until a different voice spoke.
"I think you and Wilbur are really cute together."
You laughed, but it was quite awkward. He knew you didn't expect hearing that and neither did he.
"Are you guys dating?"
Wilbur cringed at the question and by now he knew you well enough that you probably did too. It's an awkward and quite frankly intrusive questions to ask someone but for some reason the questions lingered inside his mind. Are you dating? The two of you flirted at each other, more so him than you. You spent an ungodly amount of time talking to each other. Both of you knew about the other's feeling but, you never really said it out loud. It was just there, in the air--if he had to put it dramatically. He cursed at himself mentally before devising a plan, a mission. He was going to tell you, straight up. When he see you in two weeks, he would muster up all the courage in his 6'6 body and ask you out on a date.
"Tell them no and that you fucking hate my guts." Wilbur said to the phone.
He could tell you were smiling from how you sounded and during the entire encounter Wilbur's voice filled your ears, talking about things that made you want to laugh.
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The day of the show. A sudden gush of wind flew by and you shivered, tugging the jacket you wore closer. Sam stood beside you with a matching jacket--something that you didn't coordinate at all--with hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone. In front and behind you, people were waiting in line outside the venue Lovejoy will be playing at. A few people recognized the two of you, excited whispers shared amongst friends who no doubt were convinced that there's definitely something going on with you and Wilbur while others just didn't care at all which you were thankful for.
"Do you think I would make it here back in time if I went and grab us some food from that place we like?" Sam asked, a bored look on his face.
You gave him a look. "Did you not eat before?"
He shook his head nonchalantly.
"Dude, this is a--what, two hours show? Why didn't you eat before?"
"Cause I wasn't hungry before."
"Then, why didn't you get something on the way here?"
"Because-" Sam wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, lowering his voice. "-I want to make sure you get to meet your prince charming right on time."
You shrugged off his arm. "Shut up. Also, I don't mind if we're late just a little bit, you know."
"I know."
Suddenly, the line started to move and the crowd cheered, including you. With the supervision of a security guard at the door, everyone walked in an orderly fashion, and with every step you took, the anticipation grew inside you. Out of habit, you held onto Sam's arm. He knew you well enough to know what the action meant so, he just tapped your hand twice, a silent gesture to tell you that he was there.
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He couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe his fucking eyes. There you were like you said you would. In the middle of crowd, bright and wide eyes, like something out of a movie. It was a cliche happening in real life, his life, and it was unexplainable what he felt. Your eyes was magnet, pulling his line of sight to you only. He could feel his cheeks stretched, smiling at the sight of your gorgeous face in the dim light. The guy next to you, who he thinks must be Sam, smirked at him and it made Wilbur hide his smile behind the microphone in front of him. He thought to himself if he noticed, did other people notice too? And to answer his own question, he looked to his left where Ash were and there was that smile, the smile that tease him on the van when he found your tweet. He looked to his right, at Joe, and he found him laughing.
Wilbur found the situation amusing and slightly embarrasing. God, he's so incredibly taken by you that he was making a fool himself. The show hasn't even started yet. They've yet to play the first song. How was he to get through the entire night? He would probably be a certified clown or joker by that point. He looked to you again, the smile that he saw never left your lips.
"Hello, Los Angeles! Thank you all for coming."
The crowd cheered including you. He swore he could you amongst the other voices.
"Thanks for having us here and hope you all enjoy the show."
Mark started them off and without a second to waste they played the first song of the night with Wilbur in a newfound spirit at the presence of you. 
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The night didn't end at the show for you. Not long after Lovejoy left the stage, your phone buzzed inside your pocket. A notification from Wilbur, telling you to stay and that someone will come and get you and Sam. After a long wait, since you had to wait until everyone left the venue, someone you least expected came. It was Wilbur himself. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of him. When he said someone will come and get you, you didn't realized it was going to be him. You knew he was tall but seeing him in real life, face to face, just made you realize how tall he actually was. You both stared at each other, smiling sheepishly. The moment both of you had been waiting for was there yet you could only stare into each other's eyes.
Wilbur spoke first. "Hey, y/n."
"Hi, Wil."
There was this awkward moment where one of you went for a handshake and the other for a hug before finally going for the latter. You had to stand on your tiptoes to wrapped your arms around his neck. When you felt his arms around your waist, butterflies burst inside you. You didn't understand how a single touch could make you feel this way, traveling all over your body. You gave the hug, Wilbur really, a squeeze despite the fact he had probably been sweating. If him just putting your arms around your waist made you feel things then him squeezing you back made your heart combust.
When Sam cleared his throat, the two of you pulled away like a pair of teenagers getting caught doing something. Your hands was on Wilbur's chest, albeit clenched, and Wilbur's had his still on your waist.
"Hey there, I'm Sam." He smiled, reaching out his hand.
Wilbur stumbled over his words, his hands left your waist when he realized it was still there. He shook Sam's hand. "Hi, sorry, I'm Wilbur, uh, Wil-" Wilbur shook his head. "-Anything works, really."
Sam nodded. "Congrats on the show."
"Thanks, man. I'm glad you enjoy it."
The two men let go of their hands and you hoped Sam doesn't do any passive-aggressive threatening on Wilbur like he did with people that have shown interest in you.
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"So, hi. Finally."
You giggled at Wilbur. You couldn't remember if you giggled this much when talking to someone that you like, when you were still with Alex. There's just something about Wilbur that made your cheeks hurt by smiling too wide and laughing to hard. The two of you were in a bar, along with Sam and the rest of the band, a place that you and Sam recommended. It was your hidden gem, a place to unwind without attracting any attention. The guys were in the booth, Sam fitting in well with the brits, discussing music or something else. You and Wilbur sat on the stools, intentionally distancing yourself away from your friends for a time alone.
"Hi, finally." You smiled. You realized you haven't stop smiling this whole night.
Wilbur ducked his head, smiling. "I'm sorry if I'm being weird. I just—I can't believe I'm here, with you. Seems unreal."
"I get what you mean. I keep imagining how seeing you would be like and now that I am, it still feels weird almost."
"Oh." He quirked up his brow, a teasing smile. "So, you've been imagining me?"
You felt the heat rose to your cheeks. Shit. "N–not like that."
"Like what then?"
"Stop it. You're messing with me."
Wilbur laughed and god you want to hear that for the rest of your life. "I'm sorry. You look very adorable when flustered."
You only laughed, looking at your hands since his eyes on you starting to become overwhelming. It wasn’t bad or uncomfortable by any means. It’s just that you don’t think someone has ever looked at you like that, with so much affection. “God, I think I’m gonna die of embarassement at this point.
He smiled, then the words left his lips. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”
Your body straightened, eyes wide. “What?”
“Go on a date with me. Tomorrow. Before I head back on tour.”
It felt like your brain was lagging. It took awhile for his proposition to sink into your head but when it did it you wanted nothing more than grab Sam by the shoulder, shook him, and scream ‘he’s asking me out on a date’. You didn’t any of that, of course—you were an adult—so, instead, you had the biggest smile on your face, eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store.
“I would love to go on a date with you.”
Joe nudged Ash on his side, nodding towards the two of you smiling like idiots. Sam and Mark noticed as well and the group of men shared knowing looks amongst themselves. They talked about the two of you among other things, discussing on when Wilbur will finally ask you out. They didn’t have super hearing but just by the looks of him, they knew he did it and you said yes. Without any warning, Sam started clapping and cheering, surprising everyone.
“Finally. I thought the two of you are just gonna sit there and stare into each other’s eyes the entire night. You did ask them out, right, Wil?”
Wilbur nodded, smiling. “Yes, I did.”
“Sam!” You scolded him.
“What?” He shrugged.  “It’s true. They can vouch for me.”
The three of them nodded, followed by murmurs of yeah’s and definitely’.
You shook your head, before turning back around to Wilbur, face flushed.  
“At least I know that he approves of me.”
You spend the rest of the night smiling, laughing and drinking, exchanging stories with your new friends and Wilbur. When the night had to end and all of you had to leave, you wrapped your arms around Wilbur’s neck. He leaned down a little to make it easier for you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You whispered how much you enjoy the night and the show, he whispered the same. When you pulled away from his warm embrace, a task proven difficult to do, you planted a kiss on his cheek. He was surprised to say the least. The action, albeit small, left him speechless. The feeling of your lips on his skin almost send him into an overdrive. He was sure the pounding he heard in his eardrums was the sound of his heartbeat beating rapidly. When you said goodbye all he could muster up was a weak wave and a lovestruck smile. All he could think about was how he couldn’t wait to see you again tomorrow.  
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stangelvve · 2 years
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One Little String
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Summary: Y/n and Wilbur are touring together and hiding their relationship
Pronouns: They/Them
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and being tipsy!
A/N: I defenitly had a different idea for the way this was to go, but I never write fluff anymore and needed some fluff lol. Quickly written and barely edited as per usual for me :)
 Named after One Little String by Jule Vera. 
“Listen, it’s not that I don’t like them.” Wilbur started, leaning back onto the musty couch in the greenroom. A few bands sat in the room, loud music pouring over the walls. Bottles of alcohol scattered on just about every surface. 
 Wilbur’s favorite topic was brought up, Y/n. Somehow, he couldn’t quite remember how it was brought up. Maybe it was the fact he was three drinks in and he could feel the familiar buzz in the back of his head. Maybe it was because he could hear the sound of their voice singing on the other side of the walls. A melody only the two of them know was written for him. 
“Bullshit,” Tommy’s voice cut in, rolling his eyes. Wilbur looked over. “It’s the only thing we’ve heard about for the past two weeks.” Tommy grumbled. This was true, as soon tour had started Wil’s dumb rants had started. It wasn’t something he had intended, but it had just happened.  
Truth be told, Y/n and Wilbur were dating. For a few months now, but somehow the two had kept it a secret from their friends and their bandmates. Wilbur found it fun to keep a running bit that he hated Y/n and their band. Y/n found this absolutely ridiculous, but let him keep the bit going. The two weeks had proven to be a bit hard, at least with both of them living in the same town it was easier. 
It was even harder when Y/n’s band was playing an unreleased song in the set that Wilbur knew so well. The two laughed and danced to it in their living room. Everytime Wilbur heard the song, it warmed his heart. He of course couldn’t let anyone know, and Y/n couldn’t show anyone the video of them being dorks in their living room or the one of Wilbur’s smile hearing the song for the first time. 
“Woo! That crowd is amazing tonight.” Y/n’s voice cut into the fuzziness of Wilbur’s head. It amazed Wilbur how amazing they could look right after coming off stage, when he would always be covered in sweat. 
“I think they were a bit louder for us, yeah?” Wilbur asked, nudging Tommy. Tommy looked between the two. He swallowed a lump in his throat not wanting to get in the middle of the fake hatred between the two. 
Y/n rolled their eyes. “Don’t put the poor kid in the middle of this.” They grumbled, crossing their arms. “Anyway, good set guys.” They said, looking at the rest of Lovejoy. A few more pleasantries were passed between the two bands, before Y/n left the room. Some excuse about being exhausted from starting their day early. 
Wilbur watched them leave, eyes lingering on the door. Wilbur excused himself, following after Y/n. He grabbed their arm. If there wasn’t loud music the sound of their shriek would have been heard by everyone else. Wilbur smiled down at them, pushing hair out of his eyes. 
“Wil!” They said, letting out a laugh. They looked around the corner before pulling him into a closet. Their bodies extremely close in the small broom closet, yet Y/n didn’t let go of his hand. 
“Hello, darling.” He whispered, a wide grin on his face. They interlocked their fingers, squeezing Wilbur’s hand. “You sounded amazing tonight.” 
Y/n rolled their eyes, a playful grin on their face. “I thought yours was better, especially since the crowd was so much louder for you.” They teased, resting their head on Wilbur’s chest. 
Wilbur let out a small laugh, wrapping an arm around their waist. “I lied.” He admitted. He felt them let out a giggle, looking up at him. “What I did!” He said, raising his voice a bit.
Y/n rolled their eyes again, “You’re such a pain.” They grumbled, before yawning. Wilbur frowned, holding onto them tighter. “I think we should tell them.” They said after a moment of silence. 
Wilbur looked down from the dusty broom, and at Y/n. They were staring up at him. “Are you sure?” He asked, his voice low, afraid to break the quiet moment between them.
Y/n nodded. “I want to sing my song for you while seeing you.” They said, “I love having what we have just us, but maybe just our bandmates?” They suggested. 
Y/n knew it wasn’t just entirely just the fact that they were over the hating each other bit, but because they had a whole list of songs on their phone about Wil. Some simple songs, but some full of their admiration of him, they knew people would start to question them. Or at least get a bit suspicious of all of the cheesy love songs they wrote. 
Wilbur nodded. “Okay, yeah we can do that.” He said, pulling them what felt to be impossibly closer. They let out a small laugh against his chest, giving Wilbur the genius idea to start staging an attack on their sides. They squirmed against him, unable to be released. 
The tickling attack continued, Y/n fighting against his hands. Eventually pulling their arm away, bumping into a broom, causing it to fall over. They squealed at the sound of a big loud crash. Wilbur started laughing, his hand on his stomach and his head thrown back. They glared at him, quickly putting a finger over their mouth to shush him. 
The door flung open, and there stood a very shocked Tommy. Y/n looked at Wilbur, then at the teen. An awkward silence fell between them.
“He,y you wanted to tell them.” Wilbur said, giving them a shit-eating grin.
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music asks: 1, 4, 6, 8 (or artist tbh), 13 and 19!!!
1. what is your favorite song. right now. tell me.
proooooobably Lovejoy's cover of The Perfect Pair, but Dropshipped Cat Shirt from Wilbur's newest album goes DELIGHTFULLY hard
4. what band started it all for you?
growing up i listened to a lot of the same rock music my mom did, and my first mp3 player had all those types of songs. i'd say Skillet and Three Days Grace were the first of those bands i notably recognized as favorites for more than just 1 or 2 songs. the first artist i personally demanded be put on that mp3 player was Selena Gomez, but the first artist that really got me insane about music and lyrics and how it made me feel was Fall Out Boy!
6. what bands/artists do you want to see in concert?
Lovejoy ofc but also Streetlight Manifesto and Joywave!! i've been fortunate enough to see quite a few of my top artists but these three have slipped by me due to timing or lack of funds when they were coming to my areas. other artists that would be cool would be quadeca or Freddie Dredd :3
8. tell me about your favorite band. go on infodump for me.
i mean currently it's Lovejoy duh but also those who know me know my LOVE for Yung Gravy and bbno$. i've seen Gravy 3 separate times (with bb for 2 of those shows) and one of them was a whole 4 hour drive away. any time Gravy goes on tour i immediately buy tix if he's coming close enough by to convince my friends to go with me (since i can't drive myself just yet). out of all 3 shows the 2nd one was easily the best! they played in a college auditorium and had a pre-show experience that came with a free pin (mine has a visual defect and i LOVE it) where we all took a big selfie. the 1st show i saw of him was at a local small bar/concert venue where i got separated from my friends, but it was fun! the 3rd time my friends and i didn't have great time management and missed the first chunk of the show trying to get back and forth from the state fair to our hotel to get ready, and get back to the state fair to the concert hall, and the seats were just folding chairs crammed REALLY close together. it was stuffy and i could barely see despite buying seats that WOULD HAVE BEEN INCREDIBLE in any other typical seats or standing room. not the artists' faults though, the venue just sucked and after a terrible day at the state fair itself it just wasn't a good time.
(below is mentioned picture from Gravy Baby pre-show experience!!)
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13. what is one album that has irreparably damaged your social skills?
i could easily just say Your City Gave Me Asthma but, honestly rather than album i'd say artist, and that artist would be Quadeca. something about the absolute angst and anger he put into a lot of different songs carried me through a really rough time at my old workplace, but not necessarily in a good or productive manner. i'm an angy person by default, so angy music doesn't always help that.
19. what is your favorite album art from one of your favorite artists?
let me highlight a personal favorite artist i practically never talk about, The Used!! their 2007 album Lies for the Liars is my fucking JAMMMMM and i specifically asked for that specific CD as a kid! the funky boxhead guy has always stood out to me, and i think his expression really captures the feel of the album. i'm also a fan of Streetlight Manifesto's 2003 album Everything Goes Numb, the red and black palette makes for great merch and the songs on it all slap. another notable mention is Joywave's 2015 album How Do You Feel Now, very funky and again perfect for the sound of the album!!
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VERY LATE BUT Is Lovejoy On Tour Yet?
5/16/21:
Well you see, no
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‘Oldies are doing well’ Phyllis Logan hails older generations as Downton helps BritsDOWNTON Abbey star Phyllis Logan says it was “fabulous” to be reunited with the cast and production crew to shoot a second film due out early next year. The sequel follows on from the events of the first film released two years ago, which was set in 1927 with Robert and Cora Crawley, the Earl and Countess of Grantham, receiving a visit from King George V and Queen Mary during a royal tour of Yorkshire. Filming of the second film, which sees Dominic West, Hugh Dancy and Laura Haddock join original stars including Dame Maggie Smith, Hugh Bonneville, Michelle Dockery and Elizabeth McGovern, started at Highclere Castle in Hampshire in April and finished in June. Phyllis, 65, who has portrayed Downton housekeeper Mrs Hughes in all six series of the original ITV drama and reprised the role for both films, said: “It was fabulous to be reunited with the cast again, we had such a lovely time, but it was over far too quickly. “During the six seasons that we did (for TV) we usually started filming in the February and finished in the autumn, so we had a good six months of each other, and now it is curtailed into a matter of weeks, so it was done a bit too quickly but we had a great time. “There is lots of nice, really fun stuff in it, I must say and some lovely star turns.” Phyllis, who is also the narrator of fly-on-the-wall TV show The Highland Vets, which starts its fourth series on Channel 5 tomorrow (MON) night, believes period dramas like Bridgerton and Downton have provided much-needed escapism during the past 18 months of the Covid-19 pandemic. She says: “With the likes of Downton Abbey it looks so magnificent, the costumes are magnificent and the mores of the time are different where you don’t air-kiss and have to be suited and booted, and straight-laced, well certainly outwardly.. who knows what they got up to behind closed doors. “But we try to show some of this too and the public just can’t get enough of this type of costume drama. “Everyone has been bingeing or re-bingeing on their favourite shows just to give them a sense of normality. “If you can watch Bridgerton, if you can watch Downton Abbey, or your favourite comedy show, you think the world is ok now, or get a sense that life is continuing in a fashion.” Downton has also led the way in using older actors in prominent roles at a time when TV and film has been criticised for being ageist. Phyllis says: “It’s been fabulous and long may this continue. With Dame Maggie (Smith), Dame Penelope (Wilton), myself and Jim Carter, the oldies are doing well.” Her husband Kevin McNally, who is also 65, is best known for portraying Joshamee Gibbs in all five Pirates of the Caribbean films but joined the cast of Downton for its second series on ITV as Horace Bryant. Phyllis says: “It was nice to have my husband in Downton as well but it was very peculiar the way it happened. “He was on set at one point and said I have just been offered this job and I said ‘oh, what is it?’ And he said Downton Abbey, and I said ‘very funny, what’s the job?’ And he said Downton Abbey and I said ‘oh come on, I haven’t got time, I’ve got to go back on set’. And he was being serious. “They did not even tell me they were going to offer it to him and I thought they should have run it past me first, surely.” She adds: “And it ended up with most of the scenes we were involved in being together, which was unusual. “In normal circumstances as he was playing a posh person and I was playing the housekeeper as usual, I thought our paths would never cross but the way the storyline worked we were always together. “So sometimes we got picked up in a car together to bring us to the castle and it felt like ‘bring your husband to work day’, so I thought ‘what is going on?’” Phyllis, who also starred as Lady Jane Felsham in Lovejoy with Ian McShane for eight years, met Kevin, who portrayed Bernard Ingham in The Crown last year, when they co-starred in mini-series Love and Reason in 1994. Since then they had only appeared together in short films and an episode of comedy show Rab C Nesbitt until their joint stint in Downton, but Phyllis says she would be happy to work together again in the future. And Kevin’s help was vital when it came to recording the narration for The Highland Vets, which follows the vets, nurses and receptionists at DS McGregor & Partners veterinary practice in Thurso, Caithness, as they treat animals in the remote northern tip of the UK mainland. After recording the first couple of episodes of series one in a studio in London’s Soho, Phyllis has been forced to do her narrations since the first lockdown in March last year from the study of her home in west London. She says: “Kevin was my sound engineer for the Highland Vets. They sent all this equipment and I was so useless at using it that Kevin was thankfully around and on hand to be my sound engineer.” The fourth series of the Highland Vets, which contains seven hour-long episodes, starts with the vets treating a young Common seal spotted struggling on a beach by a walker. She adds: “I haven’t done many narrations. I enjoy this one because it is such a lovely programme, there is always something different cropping up, so it is a pleasure to do it.” As a result of the repeated lockdowns for the pandemic she has yet to travel up to Caithness to meet the staff at the vets. But Prince Charles did pay them a visit during a two-day tour of Scotland, where he is known as the Duke of Rothesay, at the end of last month (JULY). Unfortunately the TV cameras were not there at the time but wearing a kilt, he was welcomed by senior vet and director Guy Gordon, who introduced him to his team, including Katie Reiss, 22, who had only started work a few days earlier. Ms Reiss said: “It’s an unorthodox start to work! We spoke about my training at Edinburgh University and chatted about how the vets have been really helpful integrating me into work. “He (Charles) said to stick at it and not lose hope because I have wanted to be a vet since I was a wee kid.” Guy says: “We felt honoured that Prince Charles was keen to visit our veterinary practice to meet the staff and learn about what we do. “He stayed with us for about 45 minutes chatting about aspects of our work with genuine interest and insight. “The light drizzle didn’t dampen this special occasion nor cause him to hurry, he took time to engage with everyone. “So they have the royal seal of approval.” She adds she loves getting to see The Highland Vets before anyone else to do its narration. “There are a few sad bits that do not go to plan but it is so heartfelt.. and the fact that they are in that location which is absolutely spectacular, that they all love it, they love their lives, their jobs, their workmates, their animals. “It’s just beautiful and lovely and life-affirming stuff, even when things go wrong.” Phyllis also stars in a film, The Last Bus, with Timothy Spall which they shot two years ago but has just been released. It tells the story of an old man whose wife has just died using his free bus pass to travel to the other end of the UK, where they originally lived, with her ashes in a small suitcase. She will also be seen in the second series of BBC drama Guilt, which is due to air later this year. *The new series of The Highland Vet starts tomorrow at 9pm on 5Select. Source: Sunday Express
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Is Lovejoy on Tour Yet?
6/6/21:
Nooooooope
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shubblelive · 1 year
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— RED PEN
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— summary : wilbur's next show is in three days, and he just so happens to be in the same city as you.
— genre : fluff
— warnings : literally just the word sex, one singular curse word, mentions of food/eating
— pairing : musicianbur x reader
— featuring : musician!wilbur soot, lovejoy (mentioned)
— pronouns : none (you/yours)
— word count : 0.7k
— note: reader is in early 20s in uni and still lives at home also i accidentally adhd coded reader
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you couldn't find your red pen.
you were colour-coding notes, and you had put your red pen somewhere and you couldn't keep writing your notes without it. your window was open, letting a light breeze in on one of the last warm nights of the year, and you were looking under your bed for the damn piece of stationary.
it was dark, and you were feeling slightly claustrophobic, phone flashlight in one hand the other pushing things out of the way.
"what are you doing?"
your head shot up, hitting the underside of your bed and making you swear loudly. you had to do the awkward reverse-army shuffle to get out from under your bed. it definitely wasn't dignified, and yet when you finally got to your feet the man in front of you couldn't be more enamored with you.
"wha- what am i doing?" you spluttered, diving into wilbur's open arms. "what are you doing? i thought you were on tour!"
wilbur chuckled and stroked your back. "i missed you,"
you buried your head in his neck. "i missed you." despite the fact that will only had a few hours with you and wanted to catch up on everything that you'd been doing, he let you hug him for as long as you needed.
"what were you doing under the bed?" he asked quietly, knowing your parents would be asleep.
"can't find my pen," you mumbled, not pulling away.
as much as he didn't want to, wilbur pulled back slightly so he could look you in the eyes. "it's in the fridge,"
"why the fuck would it be in the fridge?"
he took your hand, and gently lead you down the stairs. "well, if i know you, which i hopefully do, then i know you always forget to eat. and you know this," he gave you a look and you stuck your tongue out at him.
he reached your kitchen, letting you sit on the kitchen bench. he pulled open your fridge. "so, in an effort to remind yourself you put essential items with food," he tossed you your pen with one hand and held up a tupperware container of pasta you'd saved for dinner.
he was right, and you hated that he knew your weird little strategies. he saw your frown and put the container down, coming to wrap his arms around you. "darling," he said softly. "i love you,"
"i am embarrassing," you said decidedly, melting into his embrace.
"maybe," he mused, planting a kiss on your jaw. "but i still love you,"
"i think i'm done studying for tonight," you put a hand on his cheek. "let's go,"
will was lying on top of you in your bed, your fingers scratching gently at his scalp. "how did you get in, by the way?" you asked as an afterthought.
"window," he said simply. "the rest of the band booked a hotel, but i knew i had to see you," you kissed his forehead. "like i said. i missed you,"
"are you performing tomorrow?" you asked gently, almost scared to hear that he'd have to leave.
"nope," he sighed contentedly. "next show's in three days, and i don't leave 'till the afternoon before. so i am all yours until then."
"what do you wanna do?" his fingers traced along your arms with a feather light touch you'd missed so much it ached.
"we could have sex?" wilbur asked, and you couldn't stop yourself from giggling.
wilbur looked at you amused. "what's so funny?"
you snorted. "nothing, darling," you could barely get it out, wheezing. wilbur started laughing too until you both fell silent.
someone knocked on your door.
"everything alright?"
"mhm," you said. your parents understood you were an adult, and they adored wilbur, but you knew they wouldn't take too kindly to him sneaking into their house without them knowing. "yeah, sorry. just... on the phone to will. sorry, i'll keep it down,"
wilbur pressed his face into your sheets to stop from laughing, and as soon as your dad had gone he looked up at you. "god i've missed you,"
"ah shit," you said suddenly. "i forgot to eat."
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maarriiii · 1 year
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Simp (Part 8) | Wilbur Soot
A/N: Part 8 or as I like to call it the part where I make up random name for characters. I feel like every chapter is slowly getting longer and I don’t know if people like that 🤷‍♀️ Also, completely unrelated, call me what you like is a banger. I love it. Have been playing in on repeat.
Summary: A day in the life of actor, y/n l/n. Also, Lovejoy sold tickets for their tour. Did you get one though? (Read to find out lol)
Pairing(s): OC x gender neutral!reader, OC x actor!reader
Warning(s): Rude journalist and swearing but only a little really
my masterlist :))
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 "What happened to keeping a low profile and staying off social media?"
You sighed. You knew this would happen. You were expecting it since yesterday, when your fans freaked about your appearance in Wilbur's stream—or more precisely in his chat—and the aftermath of it was you trending on Twitter again and another round of speculation about your love life started rolling out. You turned from the car window, the streets of Los Angeles passing by, to your publicist, Anne, who was sitting across from you in the car. Next to her was your recently hired assistant, Nicole, watching the interaction with intent and curiosity.
"I was bored and had nothing to do. So, I thought why not." You shrugged.
"You're doing press in the next few weeks. You know, there's a possible chance they might ask you about it, right?"
You waved your hand, suprisingly nonchalant about it. " I'll handle it. Besides, you could do your charm and ask them not to ask me about my relationship right, Anne?"
Anne rolled her eyes and sighed, writing something in her notebook. "Sure, I'll tell James about it when we see him."
The red headed woman turned to the person next to her. "If James and I aren't the room, and the interviewers started asking personal stuff, tell them to change their question, okay? Be assertive."
Nicole nodded fervently. "Okay."
"Thanks guys. Sorry for being such a hassle."
"Oh, please, I've handled far worse." Anne revealed. "You're practically a goody two shoes compared to all the delinquents I've had before."
You leaned closer to Nicole, lowering your voice. "By that she means I'm her favourite."
Nicole smiled, finally loosening up.
"I can still hear you."
You flashed a grin. "I know. I'm only doing that for dramatic effect. I am an actor, you know."
Anne shook his head, though a smile still escaped her lips.
After twenty minutes of car ride filled with comfortable silence and the occasional small talk, the three of you finally arrived at the hotel where the start of the press tour will happpened. The tranquility of the morning turned into a string of boisterous activities that you've grown all too familiar with. Coffee, hair and make-up, another coffee, food, clothes, light snack, and finally the interview. Everything was fast-paced, constantly moving and never staying in one place for a second longer than necessary. It was understandable, the rushing, but that doesn’t mean you like it—you never did.
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You were on your fifth interviewer of the day, talking about your film, Companion of The West. A drama driven film about a group of people trying to solve the murder of a person that seemed to be connecting them all together. So far things have been going smoothly, although the questions have became repetitive, none have asked you intrusive question about your personal life. But, there was this nagging feeling inside you that something was about to go wrong. And, it did.
"So, y/n, you've been very busy this year, haven't you?"
You smiled at the interviewer in front of you. "Yeah, I think this has been my busiest year yet. But, you know, I think it's because there have been tons of good project that I was lucky enough to be offered and you know, I just want to get my hands on all of them."
Martin, the interviewer, nodded along. A question card in his hand. "Oh totally, I get that. I mean you’re at the top of your career right now. Wouldn’t want someone to take that away, right?
You frowned slightly. That's not what you meant at all. But, still you kept a friendly smile.
"It's not really about that honestly. It's just that I'm very grateful to be offered these past couple of roles that I've gotten, so I just wanted to be in it, you know."
"Yes, yes, of course. Moving on."
It was at that point when it finally dawn on you. Behind the smile and enthusiastic nature was someone with hidden intention. Martin was one of those people who lulled you into a false sense of security to get you to accidentally talk about something or twist your words to create false and unnecesary drama. You were once caught in the middle of it. When you were still new to the industry, all bright eyes and too naive. You talked too much and they used that on you. You shared a glance with Nicole, who seemed to have the same suspicion as you. She grew wary behind the camera and prepares to interfere if it was needed.
"Recently, you were trending again on Twitter." Martin mentioned. "Did you know about that?"
You nodded. "Yeah, my fans have a habit of getting me trending."
"And your fans seems to be particularly excited about your interaction with a certain someone.”
At this point, your friendly nature disappeared. Instead, you just sighed. A stoic and bored expression ddecorated your face.
"Yes. Are you going anywhere with this?"
Martin was amused at your sudden change in behaviour. "Is there someone new in your life? It's been awhile since you and Alex Moore ended your relationship. Are you not interested in dating anyone?"
Before you could speak, a small yet firm voice beat you to it. "I'm sorry, but we're not taking questions revolving y/n's personal life.”
Martin turned around. "It’s just the one. I’ll be quick.”
"I think you should leave."
At the sound of your voice, both Nicole and Martin turned to you.
"If that is your last question, which I doubt it is, then you should probably just leave now because I'm not answering it. You see this, Martin." You turned around, showing the film poster behind you. "I'm doing promo for this film. Not my personal life. So, if you have any backup questions regarding this film, by all means, ask them and I'll forget this ever happen but if you don't then the exit is behind you."
He opened his mouth but you raised your hand, cutting him off. "Look, man, I still have a whole lot of people waiting and honestly, you’re just wasting everyone’s time. So, why don't you just do us all a favor and leave? That way everyone in this room could all go home early."
Martin was stunned. He wasn't expecting this type of reaction from you.  
You sighed again. "You could leave on your own or I could call the security to escort you out. I'm fine either way."
Martin glanced around, expecting someone to come to his defend. When he found nothing but pointed looks thrown at him, he scoffed before and walked away without a single word.
"Well, he's a swell guy," You broke the silence, sarcasm very evident in your tone. 
A few snickers was heard around the room.
"Do you want to continue, y/n, or do you need a couple of minutes?" Nicole spoke.
"Give me a couple of minutes. I don't want to accidentally direct my anger to someone."
Nicole nodded. 
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After a majority of good interviewers and a few bad eggs, you finally finished the first day of many of your press junket. You were already on the verge of sleep, eyes drooping and barely making it through the last couple of interviewers. The next step of the agenda was to head home, pack your bags, and head to the airport to fly to the Big Apple. You and Nicole were in the SUV, heading to your place, whilst Anne and James took another car straight to the airport to make sure everything was set up and no paparazzi was in the area. 
With barely enough energy, you scrolled mindlessly through your phone, liking pictures and videos of friends and fans when you come across a post that managed to wake you up. Nicole noticed, surprised about your sudden awake state. You were almost asleep just a second ago.
"What, what, what's wrong?"
You ignored her. "Shit, shit, shit."
"y/n, what's wrong? Did that Martin guy say something bad about you? I'm sure Anne—"
"No, no, it's not that." You shook your head frantically. 
"Then, what is it?"
In an Instagram post, Lovejoy officially announced their upcoming tour with a link to purchase their tickets. This was both good and bad. Good, because that means you could see them play and you would finally meet Wilbur in person. Bad, because the post was posted three hours and tickets for all the shows announced was already sold out. You kept refreshing the page, hoping luck would be on your side and a single ticket to any of the shows would still be available for you to purchase. Unfortunately, luck was not found anywhere.
"Fuck." You threw your phone on the seat out of frustration. "God, why did it have to be today of all days?"
Nicole, frustrated that you weren't giving her an explanation, took and examined your phone. 
She frowned. "It's only a band gig, y/n. I'm sure you could see them play some other time. Hm, I haven't heard of them though. Are they any good?"
Again, you ignored her. "I'm supposed to see him."
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The car ride continued with you gazing out the window, saddened and Nicole trying to comfort you to the best of her abbilities even though she didn't quite get the situation. She knew it had something to do with the rumor—she learned about it when Anne pulled her aside to address it—or more precisely, the guy you were rumored with, but if you weren't together then why would you be upset about not going to his show or maybe you were but you were hiding it. She knew that was a thing for celebrities that like to keep their private life private and you certainly seemed to be the type.
When the car finally reached its destination, Nicole frowned at the sight of your lit house and a car parked on the driveway. When you, Anne and Nicole left your house earlier that day, there wasn't any car on the driveway and as far as she knew, you lived alone. Were you expecting someone to come by?
"Hey, y/n, why is your house lit? Do you have someone checking up your house whenever you're gone?"
You turned around from the other window. "Oh, that must be Sam. I told him to come by after I'm done before the flight to New York."
Without another word, you opened the passenger door and trudged toward the house with Nicole following you behind. You haven't told Wilbur about the ticket situation and a part of you didn't want to. You already said to him, multiple times even, how excited you were for his tour and now you forgotten about the fact that the tickets were sold today. He even told you about it yesterday after he finished his stream but you only just remembered it after seeing the post. 
"Hey there, stranger—woah, what happened to you?" Sam greeted you, a glass of wine in his hand. 
"I'm a forgetful idiot."
"Forgetful, yes. An idiot, that's arguable."
You sunk next to Sam, almost sliding down the couch. A pout on your face. "I forgot that Wil's band was selling their tickets for the shows today, so now I'm left with none because it's all sold out."
Sam winced. "Oof. That's tough."
You didn't respond, wallowing in self-pity. 
"Well, it's a good thing I manage to get my hands on a couple then.”
It took you a couple of seconds to grasp the meaning of Sam's words. When you did, you fixed your posture, stood straighter, eyes wide awake without a trace of fatigue in them. 
"You're fucking with me right now." You stared at him. "Do not play with me, Sam."
Sam smiled, placing his glass on the table. "I would love to, but I feel like you're either gonna hit me or cry if I do. So, I won't."
You screamed in excitement and proceed to tackle your best friend in a bear hug. Sam chuckled, listening to you showering him with appreaciation, gratitude, and love. Nicole who had just been minding her business in the kitchen, ran at the sound of your voice, only to grow confused at the sight of you two lying on the couch.
“Uh, is everything alright here?”
Both you and Sam looked up at her, you with the most brightest smile Nicole had ever seen that day.
“Everything’s perfect, Nicole.”
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Oh no I forgot to post yesterday sorry everyone! Anyways, Is Lovejoy on Tour Yet?
5/21/21-5/22/21:
Nope and also nope
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Is Lovejoy on tour yet?
2/27/21:
Lol no n00b /lh
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NOT MISSING IT TODAY is lovejoy on tour yet?
5/26/21:
Not as far as I know but looping the ep on spotify for 18 hours cant hurt /hj
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Is lovejoy on tour yet?
5/11/21:
No, but lets give them time. And also rip to the non-european people who probably wont get a tour for quite some time.
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Not as late this time! Is Lovejoy on tour yet?
5/17/21:
Welp *clap* No
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I missed days again but you know what we back now I think anyways IS LOVEJOY ON TOUR YET???
5/23-5/25: No to the no to the no no no
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