hello!! I made a story that's definitely longer than most of my other stories so I hope you enjoy this! I also have a dsmp oneshot book that I've made but temporarily put on hold for this book so I hope you enjoy it!
edit: I don't support Wilbur for...
Content Warning:mention of eating disorder, vomiting
Niki and Wil double checked if I wanted to join, and asked if I needed something to eat. I obviously said that I was alright, because, at the moment, I was doing pretty great.
Finally, Wil pressed the 'Go Live' button.
My heart skipped a beat as the chat rushed past, after your face hasn't been shown on camera live for three months.
Actually, the majority of the comments I saw were amazing, aside from the occasional Christian Mom saying something like 'God doesn't want his children to be saying that they are queer and not a lady or man.' And 'You are a (assigned birth gender), act like it.' But the majority of them were deleted quickly. And plus, the most trans part of me was my short hair.
Actually, I was surprised we weren't getting any more hate seeing as theres a perfectly good queer sitting on screen right in front of them all. Actually, at least Niki was there. Maybe there's two gays? I don't really know.
"You good, Y/n?" Niki whispered into my ear, waking me from my spell of thoughts. I nod and turn to Wil who was throwing around flour, slowly turning the entire kitchen a powdery white.
"I swear to God, if I have to clean that I will literally disembowel you in your sleep." I call over to Wil who immediately stopped after my comment.
"Wait that actually worked. Y/n, how the hell did you get Wil to listen to you?" Niki asked, genuinely surprised.
I shrugged, grabbing some eggs and ignoring Wil who grabbed more flour and started to throw it at Niki, who did the same thing.
The stench of food was starting to get overwhelming but I could probably stomach it until the stream's over.
"Fuck," I whispered, feeling the pancakes and ayran slowly rise up my throat. Niki and Wil saw me ran to the direction of the bathroom and Niki immediately followed, leaving Wil to come up with a half decent excuse.
I felt my hair being pulled back by Niki who was attempting to comfort me. I kept gagging until I finally heaved and brought up a fair amount of ayran.
Niki and I sat against the toilet, only turning to flush it, seeing as we didn't want the next person using the same restroom to find a fair amount of vomit in the toilet bowl.
Niki went back on stream while I sat behind the camera and read off donations and some comments that I found funny.
'What the hell happened earlier with you and Niki going off-camera?????' A dono read.
From fucking Quackity.
I understand that he had no idea that I throw up the majority of my food or drinks on a daily basis but I always despise when someone asks that.
Wil could obviously tell. He knows me pretty well.
"Come over here and try some cookie batter, Y/n!" Wil called, waving around a finger that had a fat glob of chocolate chip cookie batter.
"Nope." I replied simply, noticing that the chat was curious on why I rejected a free bit of batter from Wil.
He slowly started to come closer to me as I began reading off donos once more. And then he stuck the batter into my mouth the second I realized he was there.
"Fucking idiot!" I yelled, falling off my chair. Wil jumped back in surprise, but finally began to laugh his ass off. Niki looked genuinely concerned, almost talking to me with her eyes like 'Go to the trashcan, you idiot, you moron.'
I raced for the trashcan and spit out as much as I could.
"Sorry, Y/n, couldn't miss a chance like that." Wil laughed. I just stared at him, refusing to speak to him. He finally picked up on that and began to apologize profusely off-camera while Niki finished up putting the cookies in the oven.
"I am so sorry, I really didn't mean to be so rude. I completely forgot, I'm so sorry, Y/n." Wil said, refusing to forgive himself.
I just patted him on the shoulder for a moment. "It's alright, I get it, it was funny looking back at it." I laughed, making Wil smile a bit. "Let's get back or else chat will think we died or went to go off and fuck each other or something." Wil laughed at my realistic guess.
I could smell the cookies and desperately wanted one even if there was a high probability I couldn't finish it.
We walked into Niki sitting in front of the oven with the chat, reading off a few donos but mainly staring at the expanding cookies.
I sat myself down besides her, making her jump in surprise. We continued to watch the cookies get larger and larger until we heard Wil giggling in the back of the kitchen.
You looked at your phone, seeing as you felt a notification go off and saw that Wil posted something on Twitter.
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@wilbur_soot: these absolute children make hundreds of dollars everyday. HOW?!??
5.8K🔁 3.9K💬 9.6K❤️
@Captain_Puffy:SORRY?? HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS LIKE GO GET IT GIRLIES BUT- | @Tubbo:No, no. You have a point. Niki is understandable but Y/n doesn't even stream that often!!!! | @y/n_l/n: you fools. I stream every other day.
@tommyinnit: SINCE WHEN?!?!? | @y/n_l/n: Heheheh I stream in the dead of night | @wilbur_soot:they really do. Their last stream started at MIDNIGHT and ended at FOUR IN THE MORNING
"Wil-don't out me like that." I pout, turning to face his giggling face. He just looked up and back down and continued to laugh to himself.
"They're done!" Niki exclaim, grabbing oven mitts. I opened the over door for her so she could grab the hot pan of cookies. She set them down and threw the oven mitts in some corner of the kitchen island.
"Now for them to cool!" Wil said, jumping up from the island's counter.
