Agora Hills - Grizzy X Singer!Reader
Agora Hills - Grizzy x Singer!Reader
Summary: You are singing your new song, and a surprise happens at the end (inspired from TikTok and a recent request)
TW: Established relationship, kissing, a surprise,
As the lights dimmed and the crowd's cheers crescendoed, my heart raced with excitement and adrenaline coursed through my veins. I took a deep breath, soaking in the vibrant energy emanating from thousands of faces, their voices intertwining in a cacophony of support and love. Dressed in my one-of-a-kind, custom-made dress—a stunning homage to the South African flag—each crystal and bead caught the light, creating a dazzling display that mirrored the spirit of the festival. My matching heels added just the right touch of glamour, making me feel like I was floating as I moved.
The iconic introduction of my song “Agora Hills” reverberated through the amphitheater. I could hardly believe I was about to share this special piece with such an incredible audience. This song, woven from the threads of love and longing, told the story of Grizzy and me—a reflection of our adventures, dreams, and the moments that shaped our hearts.
The first beats of the music pulsed through me, igniting a fire. I began to dance freely, the rhythm guiding my body with a magnetic pull, as if I were a part of the music itself. I let go of the everyday worries that clouded my mind and focused solely on the moment—the lights, the beats, and the people who had gathered to share this experience with me.
As I swayed and twirled, memories flooded back to me like a movie reel—our first meeting at a community festival, laughing as we tried to teach each other traditional dances, and quiet nights under the stars talking about our dreams. Agora Hills was more than just a song; it was a celebration of our love, our cultures, and everything we aspired to be together.
I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined Grizzy, watching me from the crowd, beaming with pride and love. I could almost see him cheering me on, his presence fuelling my performance.
The moment these lyrics hit my lips, a rush of energy surged through me, electrifying the atmosphere. The crowd echoed back with excitement, their voices rising and falling with the beat. It was contagious: a feeling of love and longing wrapped in a melody that everyone seemed to know.
"Kissin' and hope they caught us, whether they like it or not!" I sang out, glancing at the faces in the front row. A couple holding hands cheered loudly, their eyes sparkling with joy, and it reminded me of Grizzy and me—two souls intertwined in a world that sometimes feels like it's moving too fast.
As I continued to sing out the chorus, "I wanna show you off, I wanna brag about it!" the beat pulsed through my heart. Each note transcended mere performance; it was a declaration of love, an anthem for all those who dared to dream and be unapologetically themselves.
The lights danced in rhythm to the music, and I felt every ounce of their warmth reflecting back at me. My dress barely fluttered as I twirled, every Swarovski crystal glinting in the vibrant lights like tiny stars against the South African night sky.
"And I wanna tie the knot!" I declared, my voice soaring with conviction. Suddenly, I envisioned a future with Grizzy—a world where we could embrace our love openly, where the weight of judgment faded into nothing and acceptance reigned. My heart beat stronger with that thought.
"I wanna show you off!" I sang again, letting the refrain echo into the night, the crowd responding with wild cheers. This was more than a performance; it was a celebration of everything we wanted and everything we stood for.
With each pulse of the bass, an invisible thread connected each person in the audience. Friends were hugging, lovers swayed to the beat, and families joined in the symphony of love echoing through the festival grounds.
As I neared the end of the chorus, I raised my arms high, inviting them all to sing along, "I wanna show you off!" The crowd roared back, voices intertwining in a beautiful, powerful affirmation. In that moment, under the stars, we were a unified force celebrating love, hope, and the courage to be vulnerable.
As the chorus rolled on, I danced across the stage with a buoyant energy that was almost intoxicating. "I wanna show you off!" I sang, my heart racing with every beat. The steady rhythm of the music cradled me, and I could feel its vibrations deep in my chest, urging me to connect even more with the audience.
I locked eyes with a fan in the front row—a young woman with vibrant blue hair and glittering rhinestones adorning her cheeks. She was singing every word back to me, her smile wide and genuine, reflecting the very emotions I poured into my performance. In that brief moment, it felt as if our souls intertwined, united by the powerful message of love and pride that resonated through the lyrics.
"I wanna show you off (off), yeah, yeah!" I sang, twirling and spinning as I made my way to the edge of the stage, reaching out in a playful gesture that invited the crowd to join in. I knew this night was about more than just me; it was about all of us celebrating together.
As I danced, the energy emanating from the audience became a palpable force, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. I could see couples swaying together, friends grinning from ear to ear, everyone lost in the joy of the moment. I felt every emotion—happiness, love, even a sprinkle of nostalgia—as I recalled my journey with Grizzy and our dreams for the future.
"I wanna show you off!" I chimed again, my voice rising above the music, creating a moment where we all sang as one. The crowd’s cheers blended harmoniously with the melody, and I felt like I was floating in a sea of warmth and acceptance.
Moving to the other side of the stage, I locked eyes with a group of friends, and their excitement ignited a fire within me. I raised my arms and invited them to sing louder, even bolder—reminding us all to shed any inhibitions. "I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you!" I urged passionately, a rhythmic wave of unity rolling through the throng of fans.
In that electrifying atmosphere, I could almost hear the unspoken words—a collective hope, a declaration that love should be celebrated openly, without fear or judgment. My outfit shimmered with every movement, reminding me of the strength and beauty of the diverse cultures I wanted to honor and embrace.
As the song flowed on, I danced with abandon—spinning, leaping, and weaving through the air, the world around me blurring as I became one with the music. The audience was a dance partner of its own, and our mutual love vibrated in harmony as I sang about the very essence of showing off the ones we adore.
I could feel the pulsating energy in the air as the beat carried me through the song, and I knew exactly where I wanted to take the performance. With a cheeky smile and a glint in my eye, I stepped closer to the front edge of the stage, scanning the sea of faces before me.
“Hold my hand,” I called out, extending it toward that same vibrant blue-haired fan in the front row who’d been singing her heart out. Her eyes widened, and she reached out eagerly, her excitement palpable. I gently clasped her hand, feeling a delightful rush of connection and warmth.
“Now, you can hit it while they watch,” I teased, my voice lowering slightly as I pointed playfully at her, a wink thrown in for good measure. The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, the atmosphere crackling with a mischievous flair.
So, 9:30? I'll see you there
No, you hang up, you hang up
The beat thumped like a heartbeat, sending waves of adrenaline through me as I bounced around the stage. The crowd was electrified, leaning in, living for every word and every moment. The atmosphere was palpable with energy, and I could feel the undeniable connection between us, like an unspoken pact of wild joy and freedom.
“Something different about you,” I sang, locking eyes with a different fan this time—a guy with bright green hair and a huge grin that made my heart race. His excitement reflected all around him, creating an infectious wave of enthusiasm. “Love it when he hit and smack too!” I added with a flirtatious wink, and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, our energy intertwining more tightly with each passing moment.
I sauntered closer to the edge of the stage, gesturing to another fan—a girl with tattoos snaking up her arms and a confident sway to her step. “Baby, let me lick on your tattoos!” I teased, striking a pose that made her squeal with delight, her friends erupting into enthusiastic laughter. It was moments like these where I felt the love in the air; we were all in this together.
“That’s true that I like PDA, take you to a seedy place,” I sang, capturing the crowd's attention. Hands shot up, and people started playfully mimicking my movements, creating an interactive experience that felt electric. “Suck a little dick in the bathroom!” I called out, letting the laughter and playful teasing bounce back at me like a game of emotion, the smiles wide and genuine.
The energy shifted, and I could sense a vibe of anticipation. “Who that man with the big strong hands on her ass in the club with the paps?” My voice rang out, teasingly accusatory yet filled with bold pride, pointing at a couple dancing together in the front row, their moves mimicking the playful lyrics, laughter spilling out like confetti.
“Baby, that's you,” I exclaimed, giving them a nod while circling a finger in the air and feeling a rush of excitement as the chorus charged through the crowd anew.
“Front-seat, chillin’ with the window down,” I continued, letting the rhythm take full control. I danced like there was no tomorrow, every motion synchronized with the waves of laughter and cheers carrying through the night. The crowd was fully on board, and even as my lyrics turned more daring, their enthusiasm only grew.
“Ten-toes down on the dash, gettin’ fast food,” I chimed in, raising a mock soda cup in one hand while pretending to lean back comfortably in a car. The crowd mimicked me, cups held high, all while their cheers reached a fever pitch.
“Hope you can handle the heat, put your names on the streets!” I sang, thrusting my finger up as if we were unveiling a secret collectively shared, the crowd roared their approval. “Get used to my fans lookin’ at you!” I winked at the girl with the tattoos again, nodding as she basked in the light of the moment.
“Fuck what they heard, I don't fuck with them birds!” I proclaimed fiercely, channeling that wild energy. The crowd howled with laughter, some nodding emphatically as I leaned down, offering an engaging connection with those in the front row, amplifying the sense of camaraderie building between us.
“I'm a mean kitty, don't get stabbed with the rat tooth!” I sang, the playful intensity kicking up a notch as I danced back and forth, my hips swaying dangerously to emphasize my point. The crowd teetered between awe and excitement, a wave of playful danger encapsulating the moment.
“Boys be mad that I don’t fuck incels, girls hate too, gun to their pigtail!” I rapped, weaving deftly through the interactive performance, connecting with the laughter and lively sounds around me.
“I love you, I wanna big chill! Boy, don’t trip, I’ll split a big bill!” I moved closer to the front again, practically breathless, relishing every vibrant moment.
“Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand,” I sang, letting the words wrap around us, creating imagery of adventure and love shared between two people completely lost in their world.
“Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand!” The final word echoed through the venue, and the excitement escalated, the audience joining in like a choir celebrating every bold note. I could feel the energy building like a hurricane, the crowd roaring in approval!
But as the last note faded, I suddenly struck a mock pose, holding up my hand as if to display the most exquisite engagement ring. My expression transformed into an exaggerated look of pride, reveling in the moment of fun, but then I dropped the act and lowered my gaze to my empty fingers. I leaned into the mic, leaning out toward the crowd with a playful pout.
“I’m not married, I’m not married!” I exclaimed, mimicking a faux upset tone that elicited laughter all around. The audience erupted with giggles, the energy shifting from excitement to playful teasing, sensing the tongue-in-cheek humor in my delivery.
Baby, can you call me back? I miss you
It's so lonely in my mansion
I winked, my shoulders rolling back into a confident stance, “But hey, if anyone wants to rub it in their face, let’s do it! Just don’t expect me to put a ring on it yet!” The laughter swelled, and I made a grand sweeping gesture with my arm, inviting the crowd to join along as I transitioned smoothly back into the song—a celebration of love and freedom.
With the beat thumping steadily beneath me, I felt the energy of the crowd simply soar. I swayed my hips to the rhythm, feeling the electric connection as I danced towards the middle of the stage, engaging with every face lit up by excitement.
“'Cause love is pain, but I need this shit (yeah),” I belted out, letting the audience feel the weight of the words while flashing a cheeky grin. The lights bounced off the faces of my fans, their lively energy forging an unbreakable bond between us.
“We fuck too good when the beat kicks in!” I sang, moving as if the music was coursing through my veins, taking them along on this exhilarating ride. I could see people mouthing the words back to me, grinning with shared understanding of the magnetic allure of love.
“Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (yeah),” I continued, echoing the playful cheekiness, and the crowd roared in response, mirroring my enthusiasm. They were all in, loving every bit of this spirited exchange.
“Don't give a fuck where the penis been (uh),” I sang with confidence, throwing my hands up as the laughter echoed back like a playful taunt.
“Boy, you're the one, you're the only man,” I pointed to some couples in the crowd, their fondness shining through the sea of faces. “Me and you on my OnlyFans.” The audience erupted in laughter again, riding the waves of humor and adrenaline.
“Holy cow, you're the Holy Trin'!” I exclaimed, my arms out wide as though encompassing everyone in this joyous moment.
“Hold me down when a hole need dick,” I added with an exaggerated wink, tapping into the playful banter that had become our collective rhythm.
“Be my security, it's your therapy!” I sang, strutting about the stage and nodding my head with gleeful approval as if we were all in on this cheeky secret.
“With you, I ain't holdin' shit back!” I felt the urgency of the words, letting the music carry me like an unstoppable force, allowing every emotion to resonate with the pulsating crowd.
“When I need my space, you give that!” I gestured to my fans, feeling united in the experiences we've all shared. The excitement bubbled over as the next lines rolled off my tongue.
“When he broke my heart, you fixed that,” I sang with heartfelt conviction, my gaze sweeping over the crowd, pausing for a moment to catch the eye of someone who seemed to get it.
“With a long walk on the beach!” I added, sweeping my arm wide as if drawing the outline of a sandy shore, the energy elevated as the crowd joined in, raising their voices.
“Love it when they honk-honk on the street (beep)!” The audience responded with mock honks and laughter, leaning into the moment of shared exuberance.
“When they see us zoom by in the Jeep (yeah)!” I twirled, encouraging a playful ambiance, inviting everyone to get lost in the rhythm with me.
“We a whole damn joint, we a energy,” I declared, beaming at the collective force before me.
“Baby, we can just ride on our enemies!” I sang, throwing my head back in glee, creating a whimsical image for us all to enjoy.
“They all wanna know how you get to me!” I let the lyrics flow freely now, each word soaring through the air, connecting us further.
“Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines,” I added more melodiously, emphasizing the subversive undertones that had everyone feeling a sense of liberation.
“'Cause this type of love's the epitome!” I shouted, the song reaching its peak energy.
Baby, you are literally cappin' to me right now
Like, why are you cappin'?
You just cap so hard, it's-
I don't know what to do
As the infectious melody pulsed through the venue, I belted out the next lyrics, caught up in the thrill of the moment.
“Kissin' and hope they caught us (ah),” I sang, joyfully spinning around the stage, absorbing the vibrant energy radiating from the audience.
“Whether they like or not (not),” I chimed in with playful sass, mirroring what felt like a shared secret amongst the crowd.
“I wanna show you off (off),” I continued, letting the passion for the song sweep over me.
“I wanna show you off!” I finished, feeling a rush from the collective excitement.
But just as I turned to head back toward the center of the stage, my breath caught in my throat. There, standing at the edge of the stage, was Grizzy—my boyfriend, looking undeniably handsome in his black pants and navy button-down shirt. My heart raced for a moment as disbelief rocked my senses. He had said he wouldn’t be able to make it to the concert!
The music faded from my ears as I felt an overwhelming wave of emotion. Grizzy, with a playful yet sincere expression that drew me in, approached the middle of the stage, and I instinctively walked toward him, feet seemingly moving in slow motion. I could feel a mix of surprise and pure joy bubbling within me.
Before I knew it, he had dropped to one knee, pulling a small, shimmering box from his pocket. The world around us disappeared, and in that instant, it felt like we were the only two beings in existence.
“Are you kidding me?” I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as tears of joy welled up in my eyes.
With a soft, earnest smile, he spoke, “Will you marry me?”
I felt my heart swell, tears streaming down my cheeks—this moment was more than I had ever dreamed of. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” I exclaimed, practically jumping into his arms as he slid the ring onto my finger, a perfect symbol of our love.
Grizzy pulled the mic from my trembling hand, his eyes shining brightly. “Rub it in their face, baby!” he quoted from my own song, and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, the joy infectious as everyone revelled in our beautiful moment.
Together, on that stage, with the world around us buzzing with excitement, we became a representation of love—not just telling our story through song but now, living it, as we stood there, hand in hand, hearts entwined and filled with pure happiness.
The music swelled again, but this time, it was our love providing the soundtrack, and with every note, we felt the deep connection that brought us to this incredible moment. The crowd continued to cheer, celebrating not only the performance but a beautiful beginning—a lifetime of love, laughter, and shared adventures that lay ahead.
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Back Seating in Action-Pezzy
Summary: Chat back seating on a game, inspo from his clip. There will be a link at the bottom of the post. {2nd POV or if you were watching the stream...}
TW: Screaming, cursing, established relationship and a mention of a gun {an emote from Twitch} lmk if I missed anything :)
“Guys let me show y’all what I see in chat, with back seating.” Pezzy takes off his headset while getting up from his “gamer” chair.
“You’re sitting at your computer having a good time, right?” Pezzy sassily fixes his clothes as he leaves the room while leaving his door cracked slightly for a hot minute.
Then, his girlfriend, ____ slams the door open, while wearing her signature red and plaid, fluffy pjs pants and a muscle tank top, and her hair up in a messy bun, stomping her way to the computer. She slightly trips on his shoes in the walkway and laughs it off, Pezzy walks in behind her watching in suspense to see what she will do. She grabs the mic and starts ranting and screaming into the mic.
“HEY, this is how you do everything! You do this part, you put that pipe here, and the other part there. You need this code, here’s the code by the way. 45826 and then it's these colors {Pink, Purple and Gray}, and this what; and this is what happens at the end of the game ... .That's what happens by the way, but enjoy your game.” _____ cried in pain at the stupidity of chat, she then moves away from the camera to sit on the edge of Pezzy’s bed. Then Pezzy walks into the middle of the camera frame. He lifts his arm up to his side in an angry questioning state.
“LIKE WHAAAT?!?!” Pezzy screeches as his voice cracks from the stress on his vocal cords.
“Babe, you have really stupid and young people in your chat if this is every stream occurrence.” ____ comments as she shakes her head, laughing in disbelief.
“Oh, trust me baby, I know.” Pezzy snarkily agrees, walking back to his chair putting his headphones back on.
“Welp, Imma head back to the couch make me a mod for this stream, so i can ban those spoiling fuckers. Just ask for me to help and if anyone else tries or does help I will time them out for 3 minutes or so.” ____ suggested walking away.
“I got you and thank you babes.” Pezzy throws his answer over his shoulder to make sure she heard him clearer.
“SEE chat, y’all better be careful. She's ruthless and hot, no wonder she's my girlfriend. Unlike y’all fuckers, can’t even get a girlfriend” Pezzy teases his chat while laughing.
“Be Careful chat, I'm here and lurking. I don't miss my shots, Chat PepegaGun”
“Now you, assholes are gonna Pet the mods, huh?” Pezzy questioned the chat.
backseating in action - Twitch
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NOW THIS IS JUST SO CUTE LIKE
Sleepy Silhouettes —Grizzy x Reader
f!reader, sleep stream, cuddles, request 🦋
The makeshift sleeping area was dimly lit, pillows and blankets spread across the floor to accommodate everyone in this late-night “sleep stream.” The camera’s gentle red light indicated that thousands were watching, but at this hour, who would have the energy to do more than doze off? That’s what you told yourself, anyway, as you struggled to settle in. You had your own pillow and blanket, positioned near Grizzy, but for some reason you couldn’t drift off. Maybe it was the soft murmuring of your friends scattered around, or the muted giggles that occasionally rose into the darkness. Maybe it was the strange tension of sleeping on camera, the knowledge that chat was filling with messages you couldn’t see. Whatever it was, you were restless. Grizzy lay on his side a few feet away, hoodie pulled low, breathing steady but not quite asleep. The subtle curve of his shoulder and the slow rise and fall of his chest looked inviting. You thought about it for a moment—would it be weird to move closer? The two of you had never explicitly defined what you were. Close friends, sure. And you’d shared stolen moments that hinted at something deeper. But here, in the hush and half-light, it just felt natural to seek him out. You scooted closer, inch by inch, until you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He turned his head just slightly and caught your gaze, a soft, sleepy smile forming on his lips.
Without words, he shifted his arm, an open invitation. You accepted, curling gently into his side, your head resting just near his chest. The fabric of his hoodie was soft against your cheek, and he smelled faintly of detergent and something comforting you couldn’t name. “Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice a low whisper. You shook your head slightly, managing a quiet hum of acknowledgment. He exhaled softly, not quite a laugh, more like acceptance. He didn’t push or tease—just slipped an arm around you, holding you close so you could feel the slow rhythm of his breathing. It worked better than any lullaby, making your eyelids heavier, coaxing you into relaxation. Until the noise started to pick up again. Someone whispered too loudly, another friend let out a muffled laugh, and a plastic bottle rolled across the floor with a hollow clunk. Grizzy tensed slightly beneath you, and you heard a muffled sigh escape him. “Be right back,” he murmured, carefully disengaging himself. You propped yourself on an elbow, watching as he stood and padded quietly across the room. You couldn’t see exactly what he was doing—maybe asking them to keep it down, or adjusting something, but he moved with calm purpose, his silhouette outlined softly against the streaming equipment in the corner. The moment he left, you felt unmoored.
You tried to settle back down alone, but everything felt off. The space where he’d been was too cool and empty now. Without giving it much thought, you stood up too, following behind him on light feet. Like a sleepwalker drawn to a familiar beacon, you trailed after him, unsure if you were even visible on the stream’s camera. You just knew you didn’t want to be away from him. Not now, in this vulnerable, late hour. He turned, surprised to find you behind him, and his expression softened. He reached out, brushing the back of his fingers against your arm. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. You shook your head again, not trusting your voice to stay steady. You felt silly, but he didn’t tease. Instead, he offered a lopsided smile and nodded toward a quieter corner of the room where a couple of pillows lay stacked. You followed him there, slipping down together onto the floor. This spot felt cozier, maybe a bit more out of the camera’s direct line of sight. Grizzy adjusted the pillows and beckoned you closer. “C’mere,” he said softly. You obliged, settling back into his side with a relieved sigh. His arm draped over your shoulders, your head tucked under his chin. The noises from across the room felt distant now, muffled by the barrier of his presence. He murmured a quiet “Better?” and you nodded, smiling into the soft fabric of his hoodie.
With him holding you, the tension ebbed away. Your limbs grew heavier, thoughts drifting aimlessly. The soft warmth of his body was like an anchor in the hush of the night, and you felt yourself sinking into something close to sleep. Maybe you felt his lips brush lightly against the top of your head—maybe it was your imagination. Either way, the gentle affection radiating off of him wrapped around you, and nothing else mattered. When morning came, the viewers would find the stream ended sometime in the night. They wouldn’t know all the details—just a vague memory of two figures curled together, drifting peacefully off, content and comfortable. But you would remember the quiet steps taken in the dark, the comforting press of his arm around you, and how natural it felt to follow him anywhere—even half-asleep—just to end the night in each other’s arms.
Furry Baby - Pezzy x Reader
Summary: Sly steals the show
TW: Established relationship, lmk if i missed anything
Sly was known far and wide not only for her striking yellow eyes but also for her striking personality. She was an independent feline with an insatiable thirst for attention, especially when she noticed that her humans, you and your boyfriend Pezzy, were glued to the glow of the screens during the late-night Twitch live streams.
One evening, you and Pezzy were deep into an exciting gaming session, determined to reach the next level in your favorite online multiplayer game. The chat was buzzing with enthusiastic viewers, cheering you on and playfully teasing you about your hilarious blunders. Laughter echoed through the room, but little did you know, your loyal feline was on a mission.
Sly perched herself atop the gaming desk, her fluffy tail swishing back and forth like a pendulum, contemplating whether to pounce into the spotlight. Feeling ignored and a bit disgruntled, she let out a melodious meow—an unmistakable cry for attention. Yet, both of you, engrossed in your digital world, barely noticed her plea.
Unfazed, Sly devised a plan. She knew all too well that the allure of the bright screen and the sound of your laughter could be exchanged for some additional cuddles and attention. With feline grace, she leaped down from the desk and padded softly towards the mouse cable.
With a swift swipe of her paw, the mouse went tumbling away from your side of the desk, causing the screen to flash ominously as your game froze. "What? No!" you exclaimed, your brow furrowing as you realized the culprit behind the chaos. You turned to see Sly sitting innocently beside the fallen mouse, lapping it up like it was the greatest toy in the world.
Pezzy burst into laughter, “Looks like Sly can’t take the neglect anymore!” You both couldn’t help but chuckle, realizing your little furball had orchestrated quite the distraction.
Realizing that it was time to spoil your furry friend, you gave Sly a gentle scratch behind her ears, and Pezzy picked her up, holding her close. “Well, buddy, you certainly know how to steal the show!” Pezzy said, as Sly purred loudly, completely satisfied with the attention.
The chat was alive with laughter, encouraging you both to include Sly in your streams. “Bring Sly into the game!” one viewer suggested. “Let’s see him be the ultimate co-pilot!” another added. With a playful nod of agreement, you decided to make Sly the star of the show.
Suddenly, the dynamic changed. You and Pezzy set up a cozy corner on the stream, fitted with colorful cushions and a mini toy set, making Sly the center of attention. She began batting at the toys while viewers cheered her on, and your own laughter mixed into a symphony of joyful chaos.
From that night onward, Sly became a beloved part of your Twitch streams. With every playful bat at the camera and charming purr, she stole the hearts of countless viewers. And while you continued to navigate through your virtual worlds, your mischievous little Sly never ceased to remind you of the importance of balancing love for your game with the love for your furry companion.
Date with a Secret Identity
Summary: The girl, ___, was an aspiring artist who saw the world through swirls of color and imagination. Her boyfriend, Smii7y/Jared, was a quiet guy, at least when he wasn't in front of a camera. Little did __ know, the reason their date had sparked some curious glances was because of a secret that Smii7y had kept from her.
TW: Fake Name used, established relationship, secrets
On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the couple strolled through the local park, hand in hand, delighted to be in each other’s company. Children played, dogs barked, and the scent of kettle corn filled the air. I was lost in my thoughts, envisioning the next masterpiece I would create while Jared tried to enjoy our time together, despite the curious stares we received.
“See that guy over there? He keeps looking over here, mostly at you, which is weird,” I said, chuckling lightly as I nudged my boyfriend with my elbow.
Jared laughed, “Yeah, I’m kind of a legend around here.”
I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on my lips. “Really? I thought you just played video games and posted funny stuff online. What kind of legend gets recognized at the park?”
“Oh, just the kind that’s super modest,” he replied with a wink. “I just make silly videos, that’s all.”
He hoped her belief in his understated self-image would remain intact, as he tried to let it roll off his back. But inside, he felt a twinge of guilt. He cherished their time together, but how could he explain his world to someone who had no idea he was one of the most recognized YouTubers, creating a whirl of popularity in the gaming community?
As we settled on a nearby bench to enjoy our snacks, the curious guy approached us. He was in his late teens, wearing a hoodie emblazoned with a video game controller. “Excuse me,” he stammered, clearly nervous. “Are you… Smii7y?”
I watched my boyfriend in surprise. His calm demeanor didn’t match the surprise flickering in my heart.
“Uh, yeah,” Jared replied, his voice steady. The recognition sparked in the young man’s eyes. “I’m a huge fan. Can I take a picture with you?”
My heart raced with both excitement and confusion. A fan? With an inkling of realization dawning on me, I watched as Jared gracefully obliged, sharing laughter and casual banter while they posed. The young man beamed, his attitude shifting from shy to starstruck in an instant.
As the fan walked away, a swell of curiosity bubbled within me. “So… you really are a legend? A YouTube star?” I asked, unable to mask her astonishment any longer.
Jared sighed softly and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I am. I just didn’t want to make it weird or change how we are. I wanted this date to just be us, not anyone else.”
I chuckled, my heart swelling with affection. “You silly boy, you should know by now that you can’t hide that incredible side of you from me!”
In that moment, we both realized how differently we viewed fame. I valued the quiet moments of intimacy and creativity; Jared valued authenticity. After all, beneath the fame was a guy who simply wanted to share moments of joy and laughter, just like the beautiful day we were enjoying together.
Stream Moments - Pezzy
Summary: Clip inspired moments that i couldnt make into a full short story :)
TW: cursing, police/pulled over, reckless driving mentioned, sexual innaduo, and cute moments
“And he didn't have to shake any ass.” I said a little disappointed but joking around on stream.
“But, then, what is all this ass for, if I can't shake it?” Pezzy asked in a funny, slightly serious tone as he leaned into his microphone.
I sighed and heard his laughter ring out through my headphones. I face palmed but quickly snapped back “It's for me smacking it, when I come home from one of my shifts.” I quipped with my eyebrows wiggling at him.
“Oh she’s calling me.” Pezzy commented as he pressed accept on Discord, “Sup Beautiful?”
“Ellos!” I cheerfully greeted him, as I finally got him on a call. “What are you doing?”
“Uhh Wizarding, and I'm lonely.” I started giggling as he joined me in my giggle fest. “And our music is overlapping soo, i'm just like ‘Imma call this man, dude.”
“You know that's fair. So, you just wanna chill on the call?” He asked to make sure I was comfortable with it since not a lot of our fans know about us.
“Yee it's late and I know you're speedrunning Poppy anyways.” I said while looking over at his stream.
“Chat is what we do sometimes when our brains are completely dead at 5am and she doesn't have work the next day.” He started laughing because it is true with our ADHD.
“Guys I- I mean, we have great news to spread!” Pezzy exaggerated the big news, “Chat, guys no, we- guys..” Pezzy trails off due to him reading chat and us laughing at their responses.
“Okay. One, I am NOT pregnant. Hell no, not right now, hella bad timing on our ends.” I nervously laugh cause we have definitely not talked about this at all on our own. “Two, no we are not getting Sly a friend, she is enough and she gives me all her cuddles anyways.”
“Anyway, CHAT!” Pezzy screamed into his mic to get back on track. “GamerSups and us have come up with a Pezzy/___ cup. So, that means we get to show you the cup and if you go buy this, make sure you pick up some BBL and use code PEZZY or CLOO to get 10% off your order.”
“But that just doesn't seem right?” I say with a faux confused look on my face, “I thought between February 23 through the 28th, don't they get an additional 11% off their order?” “So technically they get 21% off their order or orders to the big oil princes in chat.” I say with the confidence of a sleazy car salesman.
“Oh my god that is right so chat, Look at this beautiful cup inspired by ___’s animated character and my soda can. Isn't it just so sexy?” He brings the cup to show the camera so everyone in chat could see the details.
“Guys I'm going into my fuckboy biker phase, can y'all get it right?” He says into the mic while looking behind him waiting.
“Uhm, excuse me good sir, who said you can enter that phase? Cause i know it wasn't my ass, cause you're mine honey.” I come into his office and the background is filled with sassiness and possessiveness that's for show, as I put my hand on my hip.
“Baby you know you look so hot right now.” Pezzy says trying to distract me from his stupidness that baited me into coming into his office.
“Hmmm, im watching you sir.” I said with a small attitude as I walked out of his office, I quietly shut his door so Sly and I don't get caught snuggling.
“-- The little soda can logo I have, so if you want to punch it, cuddle it, or kick it, nothing else. Or Fuck it, now you can–””
“Actually chat you cant fuck my soda can, but fuck your own soda plushie when you get it in 12- 16 weeks.” I said into his mic as I climbed into his lap as he wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn't fall out of his lap.
“This is my SodaMan.” I say laughing as I try to wrap my arm backwards around his neck. “Okay, but you should definitely use that for twitch like how smii7y has a little milk bag animation. Just use that as a transition of something.” I say laughing getting out of his lap while giving him a quick smooch on the cheek.
The screen fades into Pezzy’s normal background with a ridiculous smile on his face, “So guys who’s buying the new plushie?” He started dying out of laughter and turning red as chat was losing their minds at his girlfriend's antics.
“Fun fact, that was to take one after running the script down with her. Also she did that on the spot so its fucking perfect for Twicth just cant use it for youtube, I recorded a different one but with her help. Sadly she was not the star of the show like in this one.” He explains still trying to get his breath back after laughing so hard.
“Uhhh, there's a lot of cups and mugs all over my kitchen countertop and my coffee table. I wanted to clean it up, and i have been wanting to clean it for a week; but I haven't yet. I'm gonna do it today, though.” Pezzy says depressingly as he motions to the side, “Editor fast forward to the end of the video, ‘I'll do that tomorrow’.” Pezzy jokes as his eyes scan chat in haste to keep up.
___user: Im on my way over with food literally rn, so shush ill clean em
“Babe, no don't clean when you get here. Come chill with us.” Pezzy begs not wanting to seem lazy to chat. “Like no seriously, chat is wanting to talk to momma mod.” He says as his eyes rashly scanned through chat.
Pezzy reclined all the way back in his chair, looking pitiful as ever. He was looking at his phone tracking __ for his food.
“I’m hungry, I’m so mad.” as he drew out the “Y” as if he was a child. “I am throwing a fit, shut up. I want my food and my girlfriend.” He responded to one of the stupid comments from chat.
“I know it's on the way. I want it now!” Pezzy yelled out in frustration and hangry-ness, still watching his phone.
“AHHH!” He screamed out in impatience and annoyance with himself.
Randofan334: you got pulled over the other day?
“Funny story, NOT!” Pezzy screamed into his microphone while manhandling it. “___ and I were out riding yesterday, as per my story. She was riding behind me, til she rolled up beside me at a redlight. Then for some reason she was pretending not to know me and did the bike wave. Once the light changed to green she TOOK FUCKING OFF AND HIT A WHEELIE ON HER R6!” Pezzy howled at chat as he was reliving the story and anger.
“Then red and blue lights started going off behind me, I was thinking ‘ha she deserves it’. NO! THE FUCKER PULLED ME OVER SINCE SHE PUT SOME TYPE OF PAINT ON HER LICENSE PLATE!!” His shrilling was reaching all throughout the house and Chats’ ears. “Thankfully she paid the ticket since it was technically hers, but that fucker got me.”
“Also chat, don't spam her for that. We were fucking around, that's what happens with us. We had fun, but fuck that cop.” He spoke to chat.
Dinner Disaster- Clooless x Reader
Summary: Meeting a new Friend with the guys? Think again, love.
TW: ANGST! car crash, pain, friendship ending, gore, cursing, made-up drama, mental illness, "intrusive thoughts".
Pezzy, Grizzy, Puffer, and Droid—decided to join forces for a dinner meetup. They were excited to introduce their new friend, Cleo, a charming and vibrant woman who had recently moved to their city. Everyone was dressed in their best business casual attire, eager to enjoy good food and refreshing conversation.
As the evening began, the atmosphere bubbled with laughter and friendly banter. Cleo was engaging and witty, quickly stealing the spotlight. But little did Pezzy, Grizzy, Puffer, and Droid know that her dazzling charm would soon take a sharp turn.
While they were enjoying appetizers, Cleo decided to add a twist to the night. With a dramatic flair, she leaned in to the group and recounted a "hilarious" story about her high school days in Texas. She painted a vivid picture of a bully who tormented her through those awkward teenage years—the details were rich, the emotions palpable. And to their surprise, she pointed right at you, claiming that you were that very bully.
The guys were stunned. “You? A bully?” they thought as they exchanged confused glances. Pezzy was empathetic, Grizzy appeared shocked, Puffer’s eyes widened, and Droid started backing Cleo’s tale, asking how you could have been so cruel. The more Cleo spoke, the more details she added, weaving a web of lies that seemed to trap the unsuspecting four.
You sat there, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. You were from Tennessee, not Texas! Slowly, a sinking realization hit you. The room felt smaller, the laughter turned into uncomfortable chuckles, and one by one, they began supporting Cleo's story with their own jests. “Oh, come on, how could you? You don’t look like a bully!” Grizzy ribbed, chuckling nervously.
Feeling overwhelmed, it all became too much. You stood up, your heart pounding and tears blurring your vision. “You don’t understand!” you pleaded, but the raucous laughter drowned your voice. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you hurried out of the restaurant, desperate for fresh air.
You dashed to your car, trembling with a mix of emotions. It hurt that your friends seemed to have forgotten who you truly were, all sparked by Cleo's clever deception. You sat behind the wheel, the comforting hum of the engine surrounding you as you tried to breathe.
The world blurred around you as your heart raced, and for a moment, it felt as if time had frozen. Hitting the gas had been instinctual—a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating walls of betrayal closing in. As you crumpled the metal frame of your emotions into the crumpled metal of the car, the reality of what just happened began to seep through the haze of despair.
The screech of tires and the sudden jolt pulled you back to the present, but everything felt unreal—the scene around you, the fragments of shattered glass, and the ringing silence that followed the collision. Instinctively, you unclenched your fingers from the steering wheel and looked around, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The impact was jarring, a sudden halt to the chaos swirling in your mind. Metal crunched, and a blunt force threw you forward before the seat belt tightened, a stark reminder of reality. Instincts kicked in, adrenaline flooding your system as you scanned your surroundings, heart racing against the backdrop of sirens wailing in the distance.
You could hear voices, though muffled, piercing through the fog of confusion. In the other car, a man emerged, frazzled but unhurt, yet an unmistakable anger filled his eyes, directed at you. You wanted to explain, to scream that it wasn’t your intention, that your mind had been clouded by pain and betrayal. But words stuck in your throat, tangled with the depths of your hurt and shame
Panic surged through you like a tidal wave, drowning out the distant sirens and muffled voices. You pressed your palm against the steering wheel, trying to anchor yourself in the present, but the world spun, a whirlwind of colors and sounds. Blood seeped through your clothes, pooling beneath you, mingling with the fragments of glass and metal that littered the scene. A wave of nausea rolled through you, and you fought the urge to close your eyes—to slip into unconsciousness where pain doesn’t exist.
The frazzled man, still clinging to anger, rushed toward you, his face a mask of concern beneath the fury. “Stay with me! Help is coming!” he shouted, though his words were barely able to penetrate the haze surrounding you. The scene had transformed into a surreal tableau, the sirens growing louder but feeling so far away, as if you were trapped in a liminal space between life and oblivion.
Your breaths came in ragged gasps, each one sending jolts of agony through your left side. You glanced down, horror creeping into your consciousness. The sight made your stomach turn—bone protruded from beneath torn flesh, and your limbs felt unresponsive, as though they belonged to someone else. You tried to move, to adjust your position, but the pain shot through you like lightning, forcing a cry from your lips that echoed in the chaos.
In that moment, the man’s anger faded into something softer—fear, perhaps, or concern. “You’re going to be okay. Just hold on,” he said, his voice steadier now. He shifted closer, trying to assess the situation, his hands awkwardly reaching out. “What’s your name?” he asked, urgency threading through his tone.
“Y-you don’t… you don’t need to know… don’t… call for help,” you managed to whisper, every word a struggle as you forced yourself to focus on the man’s eyes—trying to find comfort in the chaos around you. Your mind was racing through fragments of thought; images of laughter and warmth from the party before the crash, intermingled with visions of betrayal and loneliness, clawed at your consciousness.
“Please, stay with me,” he urged, his brow furrowing as he glanced around for any sign of first responders. “Can you feel your legs?” the man asked, his eyes scanning for any sign of movement. You tried to wiggle your toes, but the effort felt monumental; your body was betraying you in ways you never imagined.
"No…" The sound barely formed, a whisper swept away by the chaos swirling in your mind.
“It’s going to be okay. Just focus on breathing. In and out. You’re going to get through this.” His presence, though a stranger, offered a strange comfort amidst the chaos of the moment. His hands moved to stabilize your head, keeping your gaze steady on his as paramedics arrived, their red and blue lights illuminating the scene with frantic urgency.
“Stay still!” someone barked, kneeling beside you. You turned your head to see a paramedic, her face set in a mask of focused determination as she assessed your injuries. “We’re going to help you, but we need you to remain as calm as possible.”
They began working to stabilize you, wrapping bandages around your arm and assessing the other cuts and bruises that marred your skin. But despite the pain, your mind began racing again—the memories of the night flooding back. Cleo’s deceit. Your friends, slipping away, shadows of who you thought they were. The aching realization that everything felt shattered echoed within you, heavier than the physical agony coursing through your body.
Moments blurred, and finally, you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing toward you, and the brilliance of flashing lights filtered through your eyelids. Voices called out commands, focusing on you, on the situation—compelling your body to hold on. You felt hands pressing on your injuries, and the sharp sting of antiseptic invaded your senses, pulling you even further away from reality, yet somehow tethering you back to life.
“Stay with us, keep your eyes on me!” a paramedic shouted, their voice filled with authority. You wanted to fight, to resist the creeping darkness at the edges of your vision, but exhaustion surged like a tide, washing over you.
The darkness threatened to pull you under, but you clung to that bright light, willing yourself to stay awake, to survive. In the last moments of consciousness, as the world faded into shades of gray, you whispered a promise to yourself: that you would emerge from this stronger, more resilient, no longer defined by betrayal or despair. And as the paramedics lifted your body onto the stretcher, their voices fading into a blend of urgency and reassurance, you held onto that promise, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Bright white lights overhead blurred your vision as you drifted in and out of consciousness, each blink feeling like a battle. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, more potent than the pain that radiated through your body. It was then you felt a warmth enveloping your fingers, and slowly, reality crystallized around you.
As your gaze sharpened, you saw their faces—the guys—Puffer, Pezzy, Droid, and Grizzy, huddled around your hospital bed like sentinels guarding your recovery. Their expressions, twisted with concern, morphed into a painful reminder of the chaos that had unfolded only days before. Each of them wore an aura of defeat, as though a vital piece of themselves had been stripped away alongside your accident.
You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught like thorns, tearing against the rawness of your throat. Instead, you watched as Puffer, the most boisterous among them, gulped back emotion. He had always been your rock, the one who laughed the loudest and kept spirits high. His shoulders sagged now, the laughter seemingly lost in the void of worry.
“Hey, you’re back,” he finally breathed, a strained smile attempting to rescue the moment, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
“How… how long?” you managed to croak, wincing as your voice strained. Your body felt like it was wrapped in a cloak of lead; every inch throbbed painfully, a cruel symphony reminding you of the night that had shattered everything.
“Three days,” Pezzy chimed in softly, his usual enthusiasm replaced with a somber tone. “We were terrified… We thought…” His words lingered in the air, cut off by Grizzy, who placed a hand on Pezzy’s shoulder, grounding him.
Droid, always the level-headed one, stepped forward, his eyes glistening with unspoken worry. “You scared the hell out of us. We didn’t know what had happened when Cleo called. You just disappeared after that fight.”
Cleo’s name twisted a knife in your heart, reminding you of the betrayal and confusion you had endured.
A cold wave of fury washed over you, the warmth of their concern feeling more like a shroud than a comfort. Cleo’s name echoed in your mind like a death knell, making the memory of the betrayal swell like a tidal wave ready to swallow you whole. Every laugh shared, every secret whispered—they all felt tainted now when contrasted with the suffocating weight of her betrayal.
You shifted on the bed, your expression hardening, and pushed the familiar warmth of their collective concern away. “I don’t want you here,” you snapped, the words sharp and jagged as they tore through the air.
Puffer’s smile faltered, replaced by confusion, while Pezzy looked taken aback, his brow furrowing in disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked, voice trembling with hurt.
Droid took a step back, his eyes widening, but your gaze remained unwavering. “You don’t get it, do you?” you shot back, words spilling out in a hot rush. “You all just stood there while she twisted everything. You took her side without even listening to me!”
“Look,” Puffer began, his voice raw but soft, “we didn’t know what was happening. We thought you needed space, and then—”
“Space?” You interrupted, your throat burning with frustration. “Space didn’t put me in a hospital bed! Space didn’t stop you from being there when I needed you most! You choose to believe her lies over my truth!”
The tension crackled in the air like a storm about to break loose. Grizzy, usually the peacemaker, looked like he was holding himself together by sheer willpower. Grizzy stiffened, his expression morphing from concern to something resembling hurt. “We didn’t know everything that happened! Cleo didn’t say—”
“Exactly!” You interrupted, your voice rising like a storm. “You didn’t ask. You just believed her lies!” The room felt oppressive, filled with the tension you had created.
The guys exchanged glances, faces drawn tight with confusion and remorse. You could see the shock settling in their eyes, as if your anger was a foreign language they didn’t understand. But no amount of pity or concern would mitigate the feeling of despair that now festered within your spirit.
“You think you know me, but you were quick to forget everything we’ve been through,” you continued, your heart racing, a mixture of desperation and despair spilling out. “You don’t get to act like you care now. You left me alone when I needed you most!”
The silence that followed was deafening. The weight of your words lingered in the air, an unbroken circle of pain, drifting between you and the friends who had always stood by your side. You turned your gaze toward the stark white ceiling, trying to contain the torrent of emotions that threatened to overflow. The vulnerability that had urged you to open up gave way to a wall of anger—an armor around the rawness of betrayal.
Finally, Droid spoke, his voice steady despite the crack that lay beneath. “We came to see you because we love you. We didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry if…if you felt we abandoned you. That was never our intention.”
Your heart twisted at his words, the sincerity evident in his voice, but the anger wouldn’t relent. How could they not see? How could they remain oblivious to the betrayal that had blindsided you? You felt small again, trapped in the shadows of what once was, and that fear morphed into resentment.
“Love?” you scoffed, bitterness staining your voice. “You don’t love someone if you abandon them. If you take a side without hearing both stories.”
Puffer, looking crestfallen, finally spoke up softly. “It isn’t that simple. We were scared, and yeah, we may have listened to the wrong person. We’re sorry, but we’re still here now…can’t you see that?”
Their concern, now swirling with their guilt, felt suffocating rather than comforting. “I don’t want your pity. You should leave,” you replied flatly, determination crystallizing into a cold resolve. You didn’t want to hear their empty reassurances or their apologies. You were done with the world feeling so small and confined.
“Is this really what you want?” Grizzy asked quietly, the pain evident in his eyes, a stark contrast to your hardened exterior.
You remained silent, refusing to give them an answer. Your heart ached, not just from the physical agony that coursed through your body but from the wreckage of your friendships—the very foundation you had once turned to for solace. You wanted to shove them away, to protect what little dignity you felt you had left, rather than delving into complicated emotions you weren’t ready to face.
Finally, Droid broke the silence, looking more deflated than ever. “We’ll give you space,” he said softly. “But we’ll be right outside. Just…know that we care. And if you need us…we’ll be waiting.”
As they slowly left, the door clicking shut felt like a thunderous echo in the silence that followed. A weight lifted, but in its place lay an uncomfortable silence—a void that only reinforced the fracture in your heart. With the door quietly closing, you let out a shaky breath, the anger fluttering out like a deflated balloon, leaving only raw disappointment in its wake. You were alone now, a sense of relief washing over you, dulled only by the pain radiating from your broken body. You let the tears flow freely as you lay back against the pillow, the weight of it all crashing down.
The quiet settled around you, draping the room in a thick layer of solitude. The beeping of the machines felt louder now, mocking your aching heart with their relentless monotony. You were left alone, the echoes of their voices fading like distant memories lost to the winds of time. The anger, once a fiercely burning flame, now felt like embers—smoldering and bitter, feeding on your disappointment.
With a heavy heart, you turned your head to gaze out the small window across the room. The world outside felt alive and vibrant, a stark contrast to the suffocating stillness inside. People walked hurriedly down the hospital corridor, their silhouettes blurring together in a mosaic of ordinary life, while you were trapped in this box, both physically and emotionally.
Memories flickered through your mind like scenes in a disjointed film reel: the laughter, the adventures, the moments that once stitched you together in friendship. But between those happier images lay the knife of betrayal. Cleo’s laughter rang in your ears, intertwined with the memories of your friends standing by her side, leaving you alone to drown in confusion and pain.
Feeling the weight of that betrayal crushing down on you, a new emotion crept in—sadness. It burrowed deep within your chest, a thick fog swallowing your thoughts. You had spent your whole life building connections, trust, and a life with those who mattered most to you, and now it felt as if everything had disintegrated in an instant.
“Why?” you whispered into the stillness, your voice barely recognizable to your own ears. “Why didn’t they believe me?”
You turned your attention to the stark white walls, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow that illuminated the shadows of your heart. In that moment, you wished you could escape this bed, this room, this life where nothing felt right anymore. But reality was a chain wrapped around you, and fighting against it demanded strength you weren’t sure you possessed.
Gazing at the IV drip hanging beside you, you felt as if every drop of medication was a reminder of your vulnerability, a stark reminder of how fragile everything had become. It was hard to accept that the people you once trusted so freely now felt like strangers—people who had been complicit in your feelings of abandonment. The hurt was deep, but it also made you question: What kind of friend had you been to them in the chaos?
The question hung in the air like thick fog, obscuring the clarity you craved. What kind of friend had you been? You had poured your heart into those relationships, trusted them with your secrets, your fears, your hopes. Yet, in that moment of agony, with the memories of laughter now muted by shadows, you wondered if perhaps you had taken more than you had given.
As the IV drip continued its rhythmic beeping, you recalled the times you had chosen your battles poorly, the moments when you had clung to your own struggles rather than reaching out to support those who shared your journey. Had you been so engrossed in your own pain that you had neglected theirs? It was easy to turn inward, to focus on the hurt that had been inflicted upon you, but now you felt the thorn of self-doubt digging in. The familiar faces that frowned and looked away in those final moments—had you seen their anguish?
“Why did I even bother?” you mumbled to yourself, the bitterness pooling in your throat. “Why didn’t I see this coming?” You closed your eyes against the dampness, conjuring images of happier moments, only to watch them dissolve into shadows that whispered reminders of your failures. Was it my fault? Did I push them away? Should I have fought harder to hold onto them?
In your heart, a sinister voice crept in, soft yet insistent: Maybe you are the problem. If you weren’t so broken, they wouldn’t have left you behind. Each thought carved deeper, igniting a feeling of worthlessness you tried so desperately to escape.
The pain from your injuries was relentless, pulsating in time with the heavy weight of despair that now sat on your chest. But what was worse than the physical pain was the emotional ache that left you feeling exposed and raw. As you lay there, wrestling with the remnants of anger, it transformed into something darker—self-loathing.
A fleeting thought whispered in the back of your mind: What if it was easier to just disappear? What if the world would be better off without your burdens? Each pulse of pain felt like an affirmation of that thought, a cruel reminder of the weight you carried—the judgments, the whispers of inadequacy that hung in the corners of your mind.
What would it take to find relief? You pictured the momentary numbness that could drown everything out; your inner turmoil quieted through the pain—and you could do it, couldn’t you? Just a slip of something sharp, a momentary escape from the cacophony of despair.
But as those thoughts danced in the shadows, a flicker of something else broke through, fighting to surface—the promise you had made to yourself. You’d vowed you wouldn’t be defined by this; you wanted to emerge stronger, blossoming from the ashes of your pain.
You swallowed hard, tears still pooling at the edges of your vision. It would have been so easy to lean into that dark voice, to let it take control, but deep down, fear began to anchor you. Fear of the unknown, fear of what lies beyond those fleeting moments of numbness.
In that moment, as the pain pulsed through your torso and the shadows loomed on the edges of your mind.
Three Players?
Summary: An edit gets taking way too far in the community, but are they right?
TW: Established relationship, Poly, mxfxm, Droid x reader x Pezzy
“Hi chat, as you can tell it is definitely not a normal stream.” Pezzy greeted the camera as he saw fans joining in. “It won’t be a long stream either, we are here to squash some rumors that are going around.” Droid and I joined in the background on the couch in our living room.
“So there’s an edit going around with a song that goes, ‘two girls in the cut..’ and it cuts to both me and Droid with ___ in the middle of us like how we were during the podcast and other clips but taking the clips WAY out of context.” Pezzy explained while looking at his little last minute post-it note. I was leaning my head on Pezzy's shoulder due to Droid manspreading and taking up the left side of the couch.
“Guys we don’t mind if you make edits of us, but please do not take them out of context and sexualize us together.” Droid steps in wanting to get the message across to Chat. “If you keep sexualizing us, we are just going to ban, block, or whatever to make sure that we are getting our point across to y’all.” He said sternly with authority filling the room.
“Especially where the clip is Droid saying ‘if I get a piece, you’ll get a piece’ to Pezzy, which is completely whack to put that an edit of us.” I said playing with my Clooless sweatshirt that I bought way too big. I snuggled in on the couch as Droid and Pezzy threw their arms around my shoulders.
“Yes we do have our moments of ‘play’ flirting or just joking around, but please please please guys do not take it out of context.” Pezzy and Droid nodded their heads along with me as I continued on scolding them.
“Now, until this calls down I am not going to be streaming for about a week. I am not in the right headspace to stream this bullshit that’s going on.” I muttered angrily to myself and chat wanting them to know how serious I am.
“On the other hand Droid and I will continue our ‘normal’ schedule of streaming but our mods will be on double time with the ban hammer if they see fit.” Pezzy warned them, “The mods are getting more lenient with the bans as of right now until chat or the edit creators calm down.”
“Do we all understand that and why we had this stream?” Droid asked the stream as if they were kids in kindergarten. As we all saw them as yes and nodders emote, we quickly ended the stream and triple checked to make sure everything was dead on our end and chats ended.
“Okay I think that will deter them for a while until Y’ALL slip up again?!” I yelled in a fake disappointment mom voice while getting up to go put my drink up on the TV stand. “Like why would you say that while I’m literally in the middle of you two dumbasses?”
Droid lifted his hands in a mock defense, and Pezzy flashed a grin so broad it could wrap around the sun. “What can we say?” Droid chimed, leaning back on the couch, “We’re just that entertaining!”
As laughter faded into the comfortable silence of shared moments, Pezzy leaned over, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know love, you look really hot right now.” The heat in the room shifted, laughter fading into a more intimate moment.
"You think you're the only one who can dish it out?" I teased back, my playful annoyance melting away, replaced by an unexpected flutter in my chest. The chemistry between us had always danced on the border of friendship and something more, and in moments like these, it always seemed tantalizingly close to crossing that threshold.
Droid, ever the master of timing, raised an eyebrow theatrically. “Is it getting hot in here, or is it just my two favorite people?” His voice dripped with mock-seriousness, and a ripple of laughter ran through the room once again, easing the tension, if only slightly.
“Okay, Mr. Matchmaker,” I shot back, taking a sip from my drink to stall for a moment, trying to decipher if Pezzy’s complement was simply a lighthearted jest or the fuel to a much deeper flame. “Why don’t you go find someone else to entertain?”
“But where’s the fun in that?” Pezzy chimed, sliding closer with an air of confidence that both thrilled and terrified me. His grin widened as he added coyly, “Besides, I love a challenge.”
Cozy Love
Summary: In each other’s arms, you found solace, adventure, and a gentle reminder that sometimes, the world behind closed doors—with music, kisses, and lazy afternoons—is where the most magical moments unfold.
Tw: Established relationship, kisses, cuddling
As the gentle notes of a soft melody wafted through the room, a sense of peace enveloped the cozy living space. The afternoon sunlight danced through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the couch where you and Blarg were nestled together, minds drifting like clouds above.
Blarg, with his tousled hair and playful smile, looked down at you with eyes that sparkled like stars in a darkened sky. He brushed a stray hair behind your ear, the tender gesture making your heart flutter. "We could just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm that wrapped around your senses.
The warmth of his body against yours, the rhythm of his heartbeat, and the way his laughter danced in the air created an oasis of intimacy. Everything else—the chores, the errands, and even the ticking clock—drifted away. You leaned closer, tilting your head to capture his lips in a deep kiss. It was a kiss that sent electric currents through your soul, igniting a fire that enveloped you both.
You each melted into the moment, your surroundings slipping into a dreamlike state. The kiss lingered, full of promise and passion, as if it was a secret language only the two of you could understand. It was a promise of adventures yet to come, of lazy mornings wrapped up in each other's arms, and of nights filled with whispered hopes and dreams beneath a blanket of stars.
As you pulled away slightly, just enough to smile at each other, you could feel the warmth radiating between your souls. "What should we do today?" you asked playfully, tucking your head back into the crook of his shoulder.
Blarg chuckled softly. "We could binge-watch that series we’ve been talking about, or we could get creative with dinner," he replied, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your arm.
You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his as you stole soft kisses, each one deeper than the last. The kisses weren't just lips meeting; they were unspoken promises, little fireworks igniting between you, lighting up the lazy day with vibrant energy. One kiss, in particular, lingered longer than the rest, drawing you both into its magic. Time lost all meaning as you melted into each other, a world of your own where nothing else mattered.
"Nah let's just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with content.
Blarg chuckled softly, the sound resonating through his chest, making you smile against his lips. “That sounds perfect. I could get lost here with you forever.” His thumb brushed gently along your cheek, and for a moment, it felt like the universe itself had conspired to give you this tranquility.
With nothing to distract you from each other, you began to share stories—quirky tales from your childhood that made you both burst into laughter, dreams for the future that felt awash with hope, and quiet moments of reflection where you simply appreciated the presence of the other. Wrapped in each other’s warmth, hidden from the world outside, you knew this cozy, lazy day was more than just an afternoon; it was a cherished memory being etched into your hearts.
The music played on softly, weaving a delicate tapestry of sound that accompanied your laughter and whispers. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of raindrops began to tap against the window. You glanced outside and saw how nature had decided to join your cozy moment, painting the world in a fresh, soothing palette.
Blarg tightened his embrace, pulling you even closer as the rain danced outside. “I think we just found the perfect reason to stay right here,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. And as you settled deeper into his embrace, the rhythmic sound of rain harmonizing with soft melodies, you felt an immense sense of belonging, your heart swelling with joy.
Lucky Pack
Summary: It was a bright Saturday afternoon, and the small but cozy room was filled with the low hum of excitement and the soft glow of LED lights that illuminated the gaming setup. The camera was rolling, and you could feel the anticipation in the air as you prepared for yet another Pokémon card pack opening on Pezzy’s stream.
TW: Kissing, language, established relationship,
I had recently gotten my nails done, each finger adorned with intricate designs that shimmered like a treasure trove. Pezzy couldn’t help but beam with pride, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he often referred to me as "his hand model." I was hoping that today was special because I wanted to pull something fantastic from the packs, slightly wishing that he didn’t buy anymore packs.
As the packs were stacked on his desk, the aroma of cleaner and nostalgia wafted through the air, curling around me like a playful spirit. The chat was abuzz, a mixture of viewers cheering for your luck and a few teasing Pezzy about how he was just as excited to see you as he was about the cards. I smiled, my fingers gliding over the shiny wrappers, feeling the thrill of the hunt. I thanked a couple of chatters for complimenting my nails and my rings; reaching for the next pack.
With each pack I opened, I revealed cards filled with magnificent Pokémon illustrations, and the energy in the room heightened. I could hear Pezzy narrating, his voice laced with excitement, encouraging me with every flip of a card. The viewers echoed his enthusiasm as they guessed what card would come next.
And then it happened. As I peeled back the final card from a Fusion Strike pack, my eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that…?” I gasped, barely able to contain my excitement and slight relief. The Gengar full art card glimmered under the lights, its vivid colors and stunning artistry mesmerizing the audience.
Pezzy’s reaction was instantaneous “OH SHIT!”— he erupted into a nearly uncontrollable frenzy of joy. The man who was usually calm and collected had lost his cool. “No way! No way! You got it!” he exclaimed, his voice reaching an octave that made even the viewers giggle.
And before I could fully register the monumental card I had just pulled, Pezzy was wrapping me in a tight embrace, lifting me off the ground as he spun me around like a whirlwind. My laughter filled the room, infectious and pure. "You did it! You really did it!" he blurted out between kisses, the sweetness of the moment overwhelming.
His chaotic joy felt like fireworks, vibrant and illuminating. I could hardly process what was happening as he showered me with affection, his kisses warming my cheeks, his voice a mismatched blend of excitement and adorable nonsense. “We’re going to be done with this pack! You’re the best in the world! I can’t believe this!”
“Guys, chat, wait let's look at the centering is not that bad. BUT WE GOT THE CARD CHAT!” He sagged into his chair, pulling me into his lap; holding me like a childs’ favorite stuffed animal. “We can finally rest, I feel complete. I’m throwing the rest away.”
“UH uh sir, you spent money on those, you gonna open.” I say with sass while reading chat, they were all happy that Pezzy finally got his card, some were laughing at my response to him. “C’mon on beautiful grab another pack then.” He gestured as he laughed and laid his head on my back.
Drunk Clooless Moments - Pezzy x f!Reader
Summary: Pezzy's Girlfriend hangs out in his room, while streaming drunk
TW: Alcohol, cursing, drunkness, use of "vagina"
It was another Friday night, I was sitting with my legs criss-cross on my boyfriend's bed while using the wall as my back rest. I was scrolling through chat on my laptop, banning and timing out kids being ridiculously stupid. He was streaming Sons of the Forest while drinking, but now they all are just on call talking to each other. Droid just kills his stream, telling his viewers that he was joining us in Pezzy’s room. I closed off his stream, I had tabbed on another desktop screen, as I heard his heavy footsteps getting closer to Pezzy’s room. Droid does a polite, light knock to tell us that he was coming in, but I had the door lock. I discarded my laptop on the bed, leaning over to unlock and open the door for him.
“Oh, hey, what's up ___?” “I didn't know you were over tonight.” Droid greeted me with our “secret” special handshake.
“Yeah, this one needed an extra mod tonight. Also, I wasn't leaving the bedroom, I'm being lazy tonight. I parked my happy ass right here.” I explained while pointing to Pezzy
“What? Guys whatcha mean that ___ is cheating on me? Huh?” Pezzy read out chat with slurred speech.
“Chat, you do realize that I know Pezzy because I’m Droid’s best friend out of their group, right?” I snipped at chat for making stupid acquisitions.
“Just for you to know, that you’re getting ban, for being a stupid.” I said while scrolling for that idiotic chatter.
As I was hunting for more people to ban who were looking for attention the boys fell into a smooth rhythm of conversation, keeping me out of it. Once I got rid of that one chatter, I opened another tab for some online shopping. While scrolling on Hot Topic, Shein, and Etsy for specialized custom gifts, my attention was caught by Pezzy’s phone ringing.
“Why is Grizzy facetiming me?” Pezzy spoke into his microphone, clicking the answer button.
“Hello Grizzy.” Pezzy answered
“Hey I'm walking over.” Grizzy cut right to the chase
“You're walking over?” Pezzy gasped in laughter
“Yes. Number 1, save the liquor. Number 2, save the door.” Grizzy rattled off
“M’kay” Pezzy agreed while looking at me.
“Wha happen?” Grizzy asked
“Doors unlocked” Droid replied while Pezzy was staring off to space
“Why did you leave the door unlocked? Wait, I thought I locked it when I came in.” I ponder
“I unlocked it before I came in here.” Droid explains
“Okay I'll walk right on in.” Grizzy said
“Okay have fun.” Pezzy added
“Okay don't think you're gonna get robbed.” Grizzy warned
“Why the hell would we think we were getting robbed?” I asked to droid who was looking at me
“Man, I don't know” Droid Shrugged as he sat on the end of the bed
“Here talk to chat, sit here and talk. Sit here.” Pezzy told Droid as he was taking his headphones off.
“Wait is-?”
“What's up you stupid fucks?!” Puffer barged into the room
“Aaahhh” Pezzy screamed while clutching his heart. I froze up like a deer in headlights, holding my laptop with both hands.
“Hi Puff” I greeted back
“Oh shit! My bad ___” Puffer felt slightly bad and gave me a weird hug.
Droid sat back on bed, since Pezzy got cornered back into his chair as Puffer walked into the room. I put my laptop to the side and sat right next to Droid, leaning my head on his shoulder.
Droid was sipping on his drink chiming in and there with Pezzy and Puffer talking to chat about random ass shit. I heard a slight shuffle outside the door, reminding myself it was either Sly or Grizzy. The door opened to wild Grizzy who finally showed up.
“Bro there's a big ass wasp in front of your house.” grizzy informed us
“A wasp?!” Pezzy yelled
“Yeah I ran inside once I realized it was following me.” I said to Grizzy, giving him a high five.
“Why you outta breath?” Puffer investigated Grizzy
“The wasp.” grizzy replied, sounding offended that Puffer would ask him that. We all laughed at his tone.
“Now where’s the liquor?” Grizzy asked, I gave him a red solo cup I had put to the side.
“L-Look Here take a shot. We all took one, well expect __” Droid said pouring Grizzy a “shot”
“Okay” Grizzy quickly agreed
“Oh. hold up a sec.” Droid said while looking into Grizzy’s cup. Droid took the cup and brought it up to his lips to take a drink, since it was not a shot
“That's a lot.” Droid said laughing at his stupidity.
“That shit smells like nail polish.” Grizzy replied after taking a sniff of the cup
“No it smells nice” Pezzy added
“Noo it smells like hand sanitizer and nail polish” Droid countered “It will do you wrong but do you right” Droid
“It got me drunk before a glass, ask __” Pezzy said, trhowing his head to my direction.“It did, it was pretty funny and entertaining.” I said with a small smile
After that the whole gang was here so I tuned them out, opened my laptop again to a split screen of the stream chat and google. I was having multiple casual conversations with regular chatters and other mods. Letting time pass us by until I got a notification that “ElasticDroid” is live on the top right of my screen, but Droid was sitting right in front of me in Pezzys’ chair. I was most definitely not getting in the middle of this, I got up from Pezzy’s bed and walked out to the hallway couch. I was going to hide here until they were not chasing after each other. After like 10 - 15 minutes of the back-and-forth funny shit, they all came back into Pezzy’s room. Pezzy peaked his head out, motioning for me to join back in his room.
I walked back in, sat on the corner of the bed right behind Droid. I shoved my turned off laptop underneath his bed so it wouldn't get stepped on or ruined. When I get right back up, I see Pezzy putting his arms around Grizzy’s and Droid's shoulder. Grizzy stretched his arms out to carry Pezzy, in doing so Pezzy lifted his own legs up and placed them in Grizzy’s arms. I started giggling and shaking my head, scooting back in the bed so the guys have room. Grizzy started laughing with me, Droid was watching the camera playback video, and Puffer was looking back at them being stupid.
“He is, He is crazy light, what the fuck.” Droid says confused
“I’m 130 pounds.” Pezzy informs them
“Really?!? I could bench this fool. What the fuck?” Droid says shocked at this revelation, pezzy started laughing and tripping over his junk lying on the floor.
“I think anyone can, but not me.” I said slyly, hiding my smirk behind Pezzy’s cup as I took a sip.
“He’s my warm up.” Grizzy continued
“That is true, that is true.” Droid repeated looking at Puffer, Pezzy gathered himself and was standing right between Grizzy and i.
“You wanna, You wanna?” Pezzy asked, doing the curl up motion and I started shaking my head in disbelief of how drunk he is right now.
Grizzy agreed and started curling him very easily twice before Droid wanted to try. Pezzy was unbalanced in Grizzy’s arm before trying to transfer him into Droid’s arms. Grizzy moved quickly and Droid tried to save Pezzy but they both moved to where I was in his bed, Pezzy somehow ended up right in between my legs, Pezzy’s face got smashed right into my vagina. Grizzy held him right there laughing, while Droid picked him up out of the predicament, Puffer was drinking straight out of the bottle. I was laughing so hard from embarrassment and happiness that I was turning into a batch of freshly picked cherries.
“What were you doing down there Pezzy?” Droid asked bluntly with joy, I ended up on the floor in front of the mirror laughing and wheezing
“Hello world, I was definitely not in between my girlfriend's legs just now.” Pezzy slurred as Droid had him in the princess carry.
“Isn't that where you're supposed to be Pezzy, you know like every night?” Puffered popped off
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving this room to bake or cook something.” I get up out of breath, my face still red not wanting to deal with this anymore.
“Chat say bye to ____” Puffer says
“Bye___” “Bye love” “Bye Bitch” the guys say as I'm leaving the room with my sleepover bag in hand.
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