tommyinnit's sister was the one to introduce him to twitch and youtube. without her, tommyinnit would be just another youtuber, but now he has one of the biggest channels on the whole platform.
as she comes back home from a year in Germany, she gets...
tw: this chapter will be discussing all the past events that have happened, so sh, alcoholism, past abuse(?) and smoking? possibly drugs. just, be warned.
"Y/n! Wake the fuck up, Y/n!" Tom yells as he shakes me by my shoulders. I jolt up and see a worried Tom stood in front of me. "What?" I ask, tired as ever. "Wilbur is literally it our kitchen and you're not even awake!" Tom says as he plants his face in his hands.
Oh shit. That's what I forgot. To se a fucking alarm, for fucks sake. I quickly stand up and start picking out an outfit. Tom leaves as he sees me about to change and I hear chatter come from downstairs. I had picked out a simple outfit, but upon putting it on, I started feeling insecure. Maybe a better outfit would make me look better?
I pick out a better outfit and make my way to the mirror. My confidence shoots through the roof as I see myself. I think I'm gonna be manic for a while after yesterday.
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(the outfit. you can change it if you want, but js make sure it has the same kind of vibe. its gonna add to the story)
I head downstairs and see the two sitting at the kitchen counter. Tom notices me first and gives me a sweet smile. Then Will looks at me, his eyes widen as he does. I assume he was expecting me to have a low effort baggy outfit. To be honest, so was I.
"Morning." I say as I make my way to the coffee machine. I would usually go to a Starbucks, but I've realised how much money I've been spending on coffee alone, so no more fancy breakfast.
"Morning, idiot. This bitch literally woke up five minutes ago. Didn't your stream last until like 8am?" Tom says looking between Will and I. Wilbur pulls a surprised face at Tom's words. "Yes, Tom. It did. Also, I'm not the idiot! You were also supposed to wake up. You shouldn't need your big sister to wake you up every morning, should you, child?"
"First of all-" Tom says before I cut him off. "Nope, I'm still in denial about you being almost nineteen so don't even bring it up." I say and look at Tom. He's losing his shit in laughter, while Will is slightly giggling. "Alright, so what exactly am I here for?" Will asks calming down from his giggle.
"Don't you look at my sister like that. That's how he used to look at Niki and Shelby, you know?" Tom says looking at me. "You know Niki?" I ask Will, ignoring Tom's remark. "Yeah, I thought you knew that?" Will seems confused. I didn't remember, but I simply say it must've slipped my mind and move on.
I grab my coffee and sit down next to Tom. We talk about mostly twitch, a bit about music and Tom's youtube until Will asks the dreaded question of the day. "So, Yn, would you mind telling me what happened last night?" he asks and looks directly into my eyes. I can feel Tom's nervousness radiate off of him.
"Umm... I..." I can't say anything. Tom notices how I'm observing my hands. He has realised that I do it when I'm about to leave, so he looks at me worryingly and quietly speaks. "You don't have to, you don't need to force yourself to tell anyone at all."
"I've raised you well, kid." I say smiling at Tom and then looking at Will. "Yeah, sure. Just don't mind me randomly spacing out. It means I'm thinking of what exactly to say." I say with a casual tone, making Tom furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Will gives me a slight nod and I start to speak.
Slowly, I explain how I came home from Germany, how I've struggled with alcohol, how I've been struggling mentally. I explain how smoking has helped me with stress, and that's the reason I went to the bathroom. I explain how I overshared and didn't know how to react.
I look at Tom, signalling that I won't share the self-harm bit of it all. He looks at me understandingly and I look from him to Will. He looks... unreadable. I've always known exactly what a person is thinking as I look at them, but in this moment I cannot read Will's face at all.
"I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't think it was... yeah... I'm sorry." Wilbur says as he looks directly into my eyes again. I feel a certain feeling when he does that. It's like he's not only looking at me, but he also sees me. The only other people to see me were Tom and Niki, but not even they saw me like he does.
"It's not something anyone should apologise about. I don't want pity or sorries, I just want to be honest and move on." I say as I look at Will. He nods and suggests we go to his studio to try to come up with something. Tom looks at me concerned, and I suggest he comes with.
Wilbur's mood seems to go down a bit, as if he was suddenly sad about something. "Something wrong?" I ask, caring for the tall man in front of us. "No, why?" he says smiling and putting on his coat. I go upstairs to grab mine. It was a white, fluffy, oversized coat with a big star on the chest.
I went downstairs to see Tom laughing at Wilbur. Wilbur seemed stunned. "What'd I miss? I was literally gone for less than a minute." I say, confused as ever. "Tommy is being a bit childish, that's all." Will smiles at me. Tom stops laughing and looks directly at me.
"I just noticed how Wilbur over here didn't want to-"
"ALRIGHTTTT, LET'S GO TO THE STUDIO!" Will cuts Tom off and I start laughing while also being extremely confused. We go outside and head towards Will's car. "Nice." I say as we hop into a pretty nice vehicle.
