《mrbeast imagines ☆》hmu
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you sat down in your gaming chair for another time this week in early december. you turned on your monitor and opened up the twitch tab. before you started streaming, you went to twitter on your phone and tweeted out:
(y/n) ☀️ @(yourtwitterhandle)
streaming in 5! come by and say hi!
twitch.com/(yourhandle)
7 comments 52 retweets 108 likes
you werent a very popular streamer but it didnt matter. doing youtube and twitch was one of your favorite hobbies. right after you tweeted you went live. you gave your viewers a bit of time to join before you went to your game.
"hey guys!" you waved into the camera with a bright smile. you launched apex and read some of the comments. after answering the few questions asked, you turned back to your game and started to play.
after a couple of matches–and losing–you seen a question that caught your eye.
"thoughts on mrbeast?" you read out-loud under your breath.
"um..." you had watched some of his videos and liked them all. who are we kidding here, you obviously thought he was pretty cute.
"his videos are really creative," you said as you messed around on your game for a bit. "hes also really cute."
you laughed to yourself as your chat blew up with "awwww"s and "i ship it"s.
"he should hit me up." you winked into the camera, knewing he wasnt watching you threw in a last line.
"my twitter dms are always open. @(yourtwitterhandle)"
—timeskip to the end of stream 💫
"well i hope you guys enjoyed this stream! but i think its time for me
to go. im super hungry." you sat back in your chair and rubbed your stomach, thinking of all the snacks in your cupboard.
"see you lovelies next time! bye!" you smiled and waved, ending your stream after a couple of seconds.
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you stood up from your chair, grabbed your phone, and headed to the kitchen in your apartment. you looked around and decided that youd have ramen noodles for dinner again. you popped them into a pot and set the timer. passing the time, you checked
your twitter notifications. lo and behold, you seen a dm notification in the bottom corner of your phone. you clicked on it quickly and it was just as you suspected, mrbeast himself. he wrote not too long of a message.
"hey, so my twitter has been blowing up of people saying they ship us? just wanted to see if you meant what yuo said 😉"
you chuckled softly at the small typo and emoji combo. you wrote back after thinking of what to say.
"yeah that was from my stream a couple of minutes ago. but my friends always tell me, im a woman of my own word! 🤗"
you cringed a little as the message sent but the thought was soon washed away when you realized your noodles were ready. you mixed the powder into the bowl and sat down on your couch, turning on the tv to watch a bit of youtube. since you lived in florida, you and jimmy were on the same time zone. your phone buzzed with a new notification.
"tell you what. ill fly you out to be in the last to leave circle video in LA even if you dont want to participate. ill pay for everything."
your jaw dropped as you read the message.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" you screamed at your phone as you dropped it onto the couch, covering your face with your hands. you took a deep breath in and tried to gain control of yourself.
"sure! im looking forward to you seeing how true i am to my word. 😘"
you sent the message and not too long after you got a notification saying "great" and a trail of numbers following behind it, you assumed it was his phone number.
"looks like im flying to LA." you mumbled to yourself as you chewed away at the noodles.
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this was kinda long but im planning on doing a part 2 so look out for thatttt
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