I SWITCHED IT BACK TO LOW BLOOD PRESSURE I WAS THINKING OF THE WRONG THING PLEASE KILL ME;
Tommy had once again agreed to meet up with Logan for a vlog. He was still a bit on edge since the last time they met up Logan left him on the side of the street while he went into a strip club. What an asshole. He was already on edge as he drove himself to their meeting spot, parking his car and getting out. He watched as Logan was talking to a few of his cameramen. He didn't know why he had so many people around them, Tommy only needed his phone for vlogs. Then he'd always send the video/videos he'd taken throughout the experience to his editors with a thank you note with the message.
As Logan finally noticed him, several cameras then turned his way. Tommy couldn't help but grimace just slightly at how many there were before he cleared his throat and waved, putting up the loud and brash persona that everyone always saw during his vlogs. During his streams, during mostly everything. And the day began. The two went around Brighton, meeting up with Wilbur momentarily, even! Tommy had sat down, sipping a small cup of orange juice as Wilbur and Logan talked off-camera for the moment.
"Tommy has low blood pressure. I'm not sure if he's checked it today but I usually carry around candy to give to him if he gets sluggish or looks tired. Just keep it in your pocket and keep an eye on him yeah?"
Wilbur explained to Logan, handing him a handful of random candy that he usually kept on him.
Logan simply nodded, taking the candy and putting it in his pocket. Wilbur was only doing this because he had practice to get to for Lovejoy. So off he went after giving Tommy a quick hug. It was just Tommy and Logan now.
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As the day went on, Tommy and Logan went around the city a bit more, chatting back and forth. Tommy hadn't noticed, but Logan had subtly been eating the pieces of candy he had put in his pocket. The amount got lesser and lesser until there was nothing but wrappers when Logan reached into his pocket to eat another as Tommy talked to a fan that had come up to them. The older man sighed in disappointment, eventually growing annoyed of how long Tommy was taking, and clapping his hands, calling him over.
Tommy apologized to the fan, before walking over to Logan, raising a brow.
"Yeah, big man?"
"You done talking to them?"
"Wh- I stopped talking to them because you called me over here. I thought you needed something?"
Tommy said, furrowing his brows together in confusion.
"Well we need to keep this vlog going, the content isn't just you talking to fans. People like seeing me"
"Logan, this is MY vlog. You have your cameras going, I have mine."
"Sure, Kid. Let's just get going already."
Tommy ran a hand through his hair, sighing in annoyance and turning to the fan, mouthing a small 'sorry' before following Logan as they once again began walking.
Another hour passed, Tommy began to feel sluggish. He hadn't had a drink in a while, having run out of his coke. He glanced around a bit, rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn. He shook his head, trying to shake off his tiredness for the sake of completing the vlog, but he knew he couldn't exactly ignore his blood pressure. He sighed and slowly walked over to Logan, tugging on his sleeve with a frown. He waited for Logan to stop boasting about something and grumbled when it took an extra minute to get the man to listen to him.
"Do you have any candy? Y'know, the candy Wilbur gave you? I think my blood pressure is dropping a bit."
"Candy? Sorry, can't help you kid. "
"What?- Logan, I saw Will give you candy before he left, I'm not blind!-"
"Tommy, be nice. I don't have any candy. Go sit on the curb or something."
"Wh- Fine. fine..."
Tommy reluctantly shuffled over to the curb as Logan continued boasting, glancing up when one of the male's camera men sat next to him.
"Sorry about him, Kid. I don't know what happened to the candy."
" 's fine."
The two sat in silence for a bit until the camera man felt a head fall onto his shoulder.
He chuckled slightly, nudging Tommy a little, trying to get him to stay attentive.
Tommy didn't move.
"Kid?"
The camera man muttered, nudging Tommy again.
"Kid."
He tried again, fully turning Tommy to face him. Tommy looked pale.
Didn't the kid say he dealt with low blood pressure? Wasn't he just- trying to get candy from Logan. Oh god.
"Logan!"
The cameraman called out, looking panicked.
Logan simply glanced over, and groaned, walking over.
"He fell asleep??"
He huffed, crossing his arms.
"No! His blood pressure dropped and I can't get him to open his eyes!"
The c.m explained, still panicking.
"Okay? What are we supposed to do?"
"You were SUPPOSED to give him the candy that Mr.Soot GAVE YOU for this exact reason!"
"Don't raise your voice at me, or you're fired!"
"The fact that you care about your content more than a child who is currently having a medical problem makes me sick! I quit anyway! NOW DO SOMETHING!"
The C.M yelled, nudging Tommy again before picking him up and quickly looking around, running into the nearest furniture store he could find, laying Tommy down on a mattress.
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Wilbur was having a good day, a great day even.
But the second he got a call from Logan Paul, he was hoping that the man didn't just walk off again.
"Hello?"
He answered, in the middle of putting his guitar away, since practice was over.
"Wilbur? It's Logan."
"Okay? Has something gone wrong? Is Tommy okay?"
"Well, he won't wake up."
"what."
Wilbur stopped, standing up straighter.
"Logan, WHAT."
"Well- he asked for some candy and I was like 'you're out of luck kid' and he kinda just shrugged and sat on the curb like I told him to do, and now my camera man is telling me he won't wake up. We're at that furniture store-"
"Logan, I gave you a HANDFUL. A HANDFUL! of candy! Where did it go?!"
silence.
"Logan Paul you answer me right now or the candy isn't the only thing that's going to be wrapped in plastic and put in boxes for sale!"
"I ATE IT OKAY!?"
"YOU FUCKING WHAT?!"
the line went dead.
'THAT FUCKER HUNG UP!'
Wilbur groaned and grabbed his coat and keys, dashing out to the car with a bit more candy in his pocket. It didn't take long for him to arrive, crashing through the store doors and running to Tommy's side. He helped the blonde sit up with the help of who he guessed was Logan's cameraman and gently felt Tommy's pulse. He sighed in relief when it seemed to be going alright, opening a small piece of candy and poking Tommy's cheek a few times, until the teenager let out a whine.
"p'ss o'f"
"You need to eat this sunshine."
"Noo'"
"Yeees. Come on, eat it for me? Please?
He smiled slightly as the teen opened his eyes slightly, and with a shaking hand, taking the piece of candy from Wilbur, popping it into his mouth and chewing. He finished after a moment, and yawned, staying closer to Wilbur. Wilbur couldn't help but sigh in relief as Tommy's eyes opened fully, the familiar blue comforting him a little. He brushed some of the blonde hair out of his friends' eyes, pulling away just slightly from the hug.
"I gotta go talk to Logan, bubs."
"Why?"
"He hasn't been the nicest, I think you know that."
There was silence on Tommy's end before the teenager nodded, pulling away a bit as well.
Wilbur ruffled the boy's hair, chuckling slightly at the squawk of protest he got in return, before turning on his heel and walking out of the store, his eyes scanning the busy streets until he spotted the man he now had a grudge against. He took long strides over, his hand clenching into a fist as the older male turned to face him. A word couldn't even get out of the popular youtuber's mouth before Wilbur's fist connected with his face, a loud crack! sounding out as Logan stumbled back, holding his face in his hands.
Wilbur fumed, grabbing his collar and tugging him close, glaring at him.
"If you ever put my little brother in danger like that again, we're going to have problems, Paul."
"I-It's Logan."
"You don't fucking deserve a first name basis with me, or with Tommy. Now end your stupid vlog, and go home. I will never allow Tommy to vlog with you unless I am with him. Do you understand me?"
There was silence.
Wilbur raised his voice, gripping the older man's shirt collar tighter in his hands.
"I SAID, do you understand me!?"
"YES! NOW GET OFF!"
Wilbur huffed and pushed the male away, turning on his heel and glancing towards the furniture store, sighing slightly when he saw Tommy already trying to be out and about again. He walked over and wrapped an arm around the teen, but frowned, glancing around to make sure camera's were off before tugging the teen close to him, wrapping both his arms around him in a secure hug, resting his chin on his brother's head.
"You scared me there."
"Sorry Will"
"It's not your fault, bubs, it's Logan's. I gave him candy to give you, but the bastard ate it all."
"...oh."
"yeah. D'you wanna go get some ice cream?"
"Ice cream sounds good."
"Ice cream it is."
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As the two walked down the street, Wilbur making sure not to let go of Tommy's hand incase the teen still felt light-headed, Wilbur used his free hand to pull out his phone, re-downloading twitter and logging in. Something like this deserves to cause chaos.
[@ WilburSoot]
[Image of the 'don't talk to me or my son ever again' meme, but it's edited to say 'don't talk to me or my little brother ever again']
"fuck you, @ LoganPaul . @ TommyInnit <3/p"
He quickly uninstalled it after that, already knowing how many notifications he'd be getting if he kept it. Right now, he was focused on the teen beside him, the one that was okay. Not hurt, not injured. He was okay. And that made Wilbur happy.
fin.
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Started: October fucking 25, 2021, 10:47 am
Finished: Freaking November 17,2021, 8:00 am.
I'm really mad it took so long lmfao.
Words:1,729
crimeboys/pos