mcyt oneshots & preferences

tubbo || baking stream

plot: y/n does a baking stream w/ tubbo

pronouns: they/them

y/n: your name

platonic besties makin a cake mmmmmmm

"tuBBO-" you screeched as tubbo threw flour at your face, you coughed and glared at the brunette boy as he doubled over laughing. you looked at the camera with a disappointed face but you eventually joined in on his laughter. you had promised your viewers a baking stream if you hit 1 million subscribers, and it happened a few days ago, so here we are.

so far, you guys had decided on making a bumblebee cake, and then messed up your entire kitchen with flour just now. tubbo had flour on his shirt, and in his hair, you, however, had managed to stay perfectly spotless. until tubbo threw flour on you, that is.

"i'm soRRY you just looked really clean and i'm over here with flour in my haIR," tubbo giggled, his voice cracking towards the end from laughing so hard just moments prior. you sighed and slapped your hand on his head, which had an egg tucked into your palm away from tubbo's view. the brunette froze, the egg slowly dripping down the side of his face. 

"AAHHAHAHAYAHHAGASHB-" you started wheezing and cackling like a madman, tubbo just stood there, shocked. you could see the chat going crazy with text laughter and donos of what just happened. tubbo scoffed playfully and wiped the egg out of his hair, throwing the egg white and yolk on his fingers towards you. 

"EW TOBY STOP" you pushed him away, a disgusted look on your face, which didn't last long before you broke into a grin again. tubbo grabbed a spatula and started mixing the batter you guys made. you grabbed two separate bowls and food dye, tying/pushing your hair back to keep any loose hairs from getting in the batter. tubbo poured the batter into the bowls, scraping the spatula against the side of the final bowl.

"mmmmm how many drops should we do?" you positioned the food dye bottle over the batter, awaiting tubbo's answer. he thought for a moment, before shrugging. "i dunno, just do like, three or four." 

you nodded and dropped four droplets of food coloring into the bowls, mixing them up as you went. tubbo greased the pans and poured the colored batter in as you finished up. you took off your apron as your brunette friend slid the pans into the oven, setting the timer and slipping off the oven mitts. 

"soooo, how about a qna while the cakes are baking?" you hoisted yourself onto the back counter, still being able to see the chat. a dono came in and read out;

"will you buy my drugs" 

you tilted your head back laughing, knowing it was either from quackity, most likely, or tommy. tubbo furrowed his eyebrows and squinted at the camera mockingly. "i don't need your dRuGs, big Q." you smiled at the camera. "i'll buy your drugs, quack man." 

.............

after a bit of silly qna, ignoring the uncomfortable questions, you guys pulled out the cake. tubbo got to work on stacking the cakes and shaping them like a bee, while you dyed the frosting to the corresponding colors. when you were finished, you dipped your finger in the yellow frosting, and slapped it on tubbo's hair. the boy stopped mid sentence and slowly turned towards you. no emotion on his face, just a deadpan expression.

you covered your mouth to keep from cackling, you guys stared at each other for about a minute, before you took off running, tubbo following right behind you, shouting gibberish. you guys ran all around the house, screaming and laughing. when you skidded to a stop at the counter, tubbo flung himself at you, sending you guys tumbling to the floor. it was painful, but you guys were "pogging through the pain",as tommy would say.

"oH MY GOD MY SPLEEN-" you shrieked in fake agony, quoting a funny tiktok you had seen. tubbo rolled off of you, continuing on the cake, giggling. you hopped up and brushed yourself off, looking over at tubbo's progress. he was halfway through, and was doing surprisingly well for the complicated bee shape he had picked out before the stream. the boy looked over at you, smiling at his work so far. 

"do you like it, y/n?!" toby asked, his eyes sparkling with joy and proudness. you giggled and slung your arm around his shoulder PLATONICALLY. "you're doing great, bud!" you started frosting the part of the bee that was complete with your free hand, soon having to use both for the details. 

"y/n! y/n! the details look great!" tubbo chirped behind you, messing up your hair, probably knotting it up accidentally. you smiled, and finished the details of the wings, before stepping beside toby and admiring your finished work. the chat was flooded with "CAKECHAMP!" or "POG BEE CAKE". donos were coming in about how well you two worked together, how good the cake looked, or just questions about silly things like pets and school. 

"let's show the chat!!" you buzzed, angling the camera down at the cake. toby was practically bouncing like a rabbit, taking photos to post on twitter and instagram. you opened twitter to make a post about your cake, to see some of your friends tweeting about your friendship with tubbo.

tommyinnit: y/n's gonna steal my best friend. not POG. :(

smajor1995: y/n and tubbo might overcome tommy and tubbo 👀👀

dreamwastaken2: hey tubbo smash the cake and make y/n cry 

user3: the cake looks terrible but the friendship is very pog

sapnaptwt: georgie can we make a cake together @georgenootfound 

georgenootfound: replying to sapnaptwt   lol no

user2: ANY TUBBO AND Y/N MOMENTS IN THE ChAt

karljacobs_: tubbo and y/n making a cake, i love it :))

(LMAO IK THIS IS NOT THE TWITTER FORMAT BUT I'M LAZY AH)

you smiled and posted a tweet about your baking experience, posting a little photo of tubbo smiling at the cake.

y/nlmaoo: just made a cake with tubbo, might smash it but idk :,,)

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tubbo scoffed, reading your tweet, and playfully punched you in the shoulder, pouting. you dissolved into giggles before jumping onto his back, nearly sending you guys to the ground, and waving bye to stream.

"SEE YA, BITCHES!!"

[STREAM ENDED]