𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 +𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒
🎧 IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES ₊⊹
⤷‧₊˚﹟ ⋆ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, i write
about pretty boys who
play minecraft ₊⊹
DISCONTINUED !!!!!
﹟ @DUMBGOGY 2021 ❜ !*. 🦷 ˚⁺. 𖦹
(username has since been changed)
a request from @olaf-the-snowman I hope you like it angel <3
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"You suck at cooking"
🐞 ˖⋆࿐ ໋₊ ˖ ۪۪݁ ଘ ‧₊ ⋆ . ⋆
unedited she / her pronouns
A/N: important authors note at the bottom please read :)
The boys hands became clammy as he allowed time for his fans to begin pouring in, his "starting soon!" screen glowed on his second monitor, the sight bringing a familiar feeling of butterflies to his stomach
"Hi chat! I'm just setting one last thing up, give me a moment"
He raced through the kitchen, his socks allowing him to slide across the marble as he made sure everything was perfect; this would be his first stream where he wasn't cooped up in his uncomfortable gaming chair which only added to the already anxious aura that filled the room
"Ok- ok I think everything is ready"
He took one last uncomfortable breath before turning on his camera, 300k people now watching him
"wow I didn't expect this many people today, but hello! As you all know, today is the long awaited cooking stream! I've decided that we'll do a four course meal- which means a starter, a main dish, a desert, etc"
He smiled as he watched the chat for a moment, the messages seemed to move at the speed of light, a new person every second - just the thought of it made him sweat
"I guess we should start"
It wasn't long before the boy had begun cutting his ingredients, the otherwise empty kitchen full of his laughter and frustrated rambles as he attempted to cook something at least a bit edible, but to no one's surprise, it wasn't going well
"Chat I don't know what I did wrong! The breadcrumbs aren't sticking" He let out a frustrated huff as he clasped his hands together, his cheeks burning in annoyance -- he wanted nothing more than to just go upstairs and beg for your help, but he knew he couldn't
"Maybe I should whisk the eggs mor-"
His voice faded as the sound of an incoming call filled the room, the hum grabbing his attention
"Oh- it's Dream"
He quickly accepted the call, the top of the blonde boys head appearing on the screen
