Turn It Off

Cleaning Chaos - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Cleaning the house on your day off

TW: Kissing, established relationship

It was one of those rare, sun-drenched afternoons when the world felt oddly quiet and time seemed to move at its own leisurely pace. You had been looking forward to this day off, but the urgent weight of chores loomed like an unwelcome guest. Your laundry basket overflowed like a magician's trick gone wrong, scattered socks and shirts forming a daunting mountain. The dishes in the sink were beginning to resemble a small archaeological site in their dusty, greasy layers.

As you tiptoed to the laundry room, you couldn’t help but glance at Pezzy, your boyfriend, who was immersed in his livestream. His animated gestures and laughter were an intoxicating culmination of passion and creativity, each word reaching out to an audience you couldn’t see. You didn’t want to interrupt him; the last thing you wanted was to break that fragile bubble of productivity he had created for himself, especially on a day when he was so close to finishing a big project that had been brewing in the late-night hours.

You decided to be stealthy. Sneaking past him like a cat burglar, you tossed your clothes into the washer, set a timer on your phone, and moved to the kitchen. The clinking of plates and silverware echoed in the room, but you made sure to keep the sounds quiet enough to not invade his space. You turned on the dishwasher, the gentle whirring just barely audible over Pezzy’s lively banter with his fans.

In your mind’s eye, the mop became a dancing partner, twirling around the floor as you swept it clean. You envisioned the dust bunnies scurrying away, forming an alliance against the vacuum but ultimately succumbing to your determination. As you polished the countertops, they transformed into gleaming mounts of shining armor, where little kitchen knights held imaginary jousts over who could keep the mystical realm of “Clean” intact.

Suddenly, the timer on your phone buzzed, tearing you from your whimsical daydream. Quickly, you rushed back to the laundry room and switched the clothes to the dryer, noting how the rhythmic sound reminded you of a distant heartbeat. It felt oddly soothing, almost as if the house was alive, breathing along with you.

After transferring the clothes to the dryer, you paused for a heartbeat, allowing yourself to catch your breath and appreciate the pulsing tranquility of the moment. The soft hum of the dryer felt comforting, like a lullaby sung by the house itself, almost as if the walls had gathered around to support your efforts, whispering words of encouragement.

With a sense of purpose, you gathered the towels and lighter blankets that had somehow migrated to various corners of the house. They were like wayward travelers, each piece harboring its own stories – a splash of water from the shower here, a snippet of laughter from a cozy movie night there. You lovingly tossed them into the washer, imagining each one whispering tales of comfort and warmth.

Setting a new timer, you took a moment to notice the gentle rhythm of the clothes still tumbling within the dryer. Each thud against the metal drum was a reassuring beat, echoing the calm atmosphere that enveloped you. The smell of clean laundry began to mingle with the faint scent of lemon from your cleaning supplies, crafting a fragrant harmony that filled the air.

With the clothes now in motion, you glanced out the window at the golden sunlight streaming through, illuminating the world beyond with a warm glow. It was like an invitation to play, beckoning you to enjoy the beauty that lay outside, but you held the reins of responsibility tightly. There was still more to do, and the day was slipping away faster than you imagined.

You returned to the kitchen to check on things, wiping the table with a newfound vigor. You could hear Pezzy’s voice from the other room, animated and full of life as he engaged with his livestream audience. You couldn’t help but smile at the rhythm of his words; his passion always seemed to inspire you. It was another reminder that teamwork came in many forms – sometimes it was sharing space, and sometimes it was moving in perfect harmony, although at different paces.

With the kitchen gleaming, you made your way back to the magic of laundry. The timer went off, and you hopped back into the laundry room to switch the towels and blankets to the dryer. As you fluffed the new load and sent it on its way, your mind wandered again.

With the rhythm of the dryer humming pleasantly in the background, you entered a meditative state, lost in the comforting flow of your cleaning routine. Folding the fresh load of clothes, you turned the process into a dance, twirling one topped sleeve and then another as if you were leading an elegant partner across the floor of your shared space. Each fold became a moment of gratitude; for a shirt that carried you through countless adventures, for a cozy sweater that wrapped around you like a protective cocoon.

As you finished folding, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the stories behind some of the clothes. The faded tee covered in paint spots belonged to a spontaneous art night with Pezzy, where you both created masterpieces that resembled a wild confrontation of colors rather than actual subjects. The lively plaid flannel reminded you of chilly evenings spent beneath a pile of blankets, laughing over shared memories, and the lighter fabrics invoked the promise of warmer days ahead, filled with sunlit outings.

Once all the pieces were neatly arranged, you grasped a handful and made your way to the shared bedroom, glancing out the window as a soft breeze invited in the twilight. The golden hour cast a warm glow across your space, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

Entering the room, you immediately noticed how it danced with soft shadows, reflecting the charm of the late evening. You began to seek out every drawer, every nook where those freshly folded clothes could find their home. 

With rhythmic precision, you put the t-shirts neatly in the drawer, arranging them by color like a rainbow. Carefully, you placed the pants on their designated shelves, making sure they sat effortlessly as if just waiting for their turn to be worn. As you nestled in the socks, you paired them up, joking internally that they should thank you for rescuing them from the depths of the laundry basket, a place of despair for wayward socks.

As you hung the jackets in the closet, an unexpected realization washed over you. This space, this shared room, and the clothes in it were not simply possessions; they represented the life you built together. Each piece of fabric held a memory, a reminder of shared experiences, laughter, and sometimes even the comfort of silence after a long day. 

Once you finished arranging everything, you stepped back and admired your work. The room exuded a sense of tranquility, with everything in its rightful place, like a harmonious symphony of life.

The sight of Pezzy’s side of the room, cluttered with clothes that were increasingly close to tumbling into a chaotic heap, tugged at your sense of order. It was a far cry from the serene cleanliness you had just established. You hesitated for a moment, marveling at the transformation of your section, but soon reality nudged you to face the truth: the room would feel complete only if both sides were brought into harmony. 

After a moment of contemplation, you took a deep breath and approached the door of his office, adorned with playful sketches of gaming characters and a small handwritten sign that read "Enter if You Dare!" adorned with doodled hearts. You lightly knocked before peeking your head inside. 

His office was a cozy den of creativity, the walls plastered with artwork and quirky posters, and the desk strewn with various gadgets and open notebooks filled with ideas. Pezzy was leaning back in his chair, eyes flickering between his computer screen and a comic book, blissfully unaware of the laundry situation.

“Hey,” you called softly, trying not to disrupt his focus too much. “I’m doing laundry right now. Do you want me to do yours as well?”

He looked up, the comic book teetering precariously in his lap as his expression shifted from concentration to surprise. “Oh! I mean, if it’s not too much trouble,” he replied, blinking at the pile of clothes that called out for attention like a neglected garden. 

“It’s no trouble at all!” you reassured him, stepping fully into the room and gesturing toward the colorful assortment of shirts and pants spilling from the basket. “You know I find peace in all of this chaos.” 

He chuckled, knowing that your penchant for tidiness often clashed with his laid-back approach to cleanliness. “Well, I suppose I’ll just let you work your magic while I conquer this speedrun.”

“Consider it done, mi amor!” you proclaimed, doing a little flourish with your hand before grabbing the basket and turning on your heels. As you walked back to the laundry room, a ripple of affection washed over you. It was endearing how he could immerse himself in a world of creativity while leaving the physical chaos for another day. 

Once back in the laundry room, you began sorting through his clothes, giving each piece your thoughtful attention. Just as with your own, there were stories woven into the fabric—a hoodie with a logo from his favorite band, a shirt that brought back memories of a weekend adventure with friends, and a jacket that bore the marks of many rainy days spent gaming indoors. You couldn’t help but smile as you recognized each article and the memories they held.

With everything sorted into neat piles—lights, darks, and the oddly colored socks that always seemed to end up in his laundry—you powered on the washing machine again, this time filled with his clothes. As the familiar whirl of the water began, you took a moment to lean against the counter, feeling the warmth of the moment surrounding you.

As you glided from room to room, a sense of satisfaction enveloped you. It felt good to take charge of the small spaces you shared, transforming each corner into a cozy retreat. Entering the living room, the light streaming through the windows painted everything in a soft golden hue, accentuating the warmth of home.

Sly, your charming feline companion, lounged lazily on the couch, her eyes half-closed but alert enough to observe your movements. She seemed like an adorable little queen surveying her kingdom, and instinctively, you knew the toys scattered around the room would be the first to fall under your organized touch.

You knelt down, scooping up the colorful assortment of squeaky mice, crinkly balls, and feathery wands, banding them together in your arms like a proud treasure hunter. Each toy brought a smile to your face—Sly had her favorites, the toys she’d take to her perch on the cat tower and those that became instant victims of her mischievous little paws. 

As you placed them back on her tower, Sly watched closely, her tail flicking with curiosity each time a toy settled into its designated spot. You could almost hear her inner monologue, questioning your choices but ultimately satisfied—after all, it was her domain. 

With the toys accounted for, you turned your attention to the blankets that had been carelessly tossed around. Some were draped over the couch, remnants from cozy evenings spent binge-watching shows. You gathered them, folding and fluffing your way to comfort as you created a newly inviting atmosphere. 

The cushions joined the blankets in your organizational spree; you fluffed them expertly, ensuring they sat up proudly, ready to cradle anyone who dared to nestle into the couch. You smirked, appreciating how these small touches transformed the room from a busy, messy space into a cheerful haven, inviting warmth and stories to be shared.

Finally, as you stepped back to admire your handiwork, you spotted some stray bits of cat fur glimmering on the floor. With a chuckle, you grabbed the broom, reminded that Sly’s shedding was a small price to pay for her love. The gentle swishing of the broom across the floor became yet another rhythmic motion, filling the air with the soft sound of sweeping as you mixed practicality and routine with a sprinkle of joy.

The living room soon sparkled, devoid of clutter and full of light and positivity. You took a moment to step back and appreciate the transformation, a little oasis waiting for Pezzy and Sly to join you. Content with your efforts, you turned to check on the washer in the laundry room again, hoping you wouldn't find any sneaky sock thieves lurking around.

As you entered the laundry room, the sound of the machine quietly churning reassured you that everything was going smoothly. You peeked in to check the progress, marveling at how quickly time flew when you were engaged with tasks that filled your heart with warmth. The laundry still churned vigorously, the space filled with the comforting smell of soap and freshness.

After a quick glance at the timer, you decide to return to the living room to grab the remaining items you might need for your laundry missions—detergent, softener, and a few of the mismatched socks that you would pair up later during the folding.

When you returned to the lively living room, Sly had decided to join you on your journey, leaping elegantly from her perch to inspect your progress. She strolled up to you and the neatly arranged toys, giving you a lingering gaze mixed with approval and a subtle demand for playtime.

“Ah, I see you’re interested in a game, Your Majesty,” you laughed, bending down to scratch her behind her ears. She chirped softly, lifting her chin and flaunting her furry coat as if to say, ‘Yes, of course, I'm the center of attention here!’

“Okay, just one quick game before we dive back into the laundry saga, how about that?” you proposed, grabbing her favorite feather toy and giving it a gentle flick. With a playful pounce, Sly transformed into a whirlwind of fur as she chased the feather around, her little feet making soft thumping sounds against the floor.

With chores nearing completion, you made one last dash to put everything away – the bedroom and bathroom received their finishing touches, smooth surfaces gleaming like freshly polished gems. 

With the last remnants of your cleaning spree tidied up, you took a moment to catch your breath. The bedroom and bathroom sparkled, every surface gleamed as if the sun had bestowed its favor upon them. You stood, surveying your work, satisfaction blooming in your chest like a flower coming to life in spring. 

Your moment of peace, however, was fleeting. Just as you turned to head back to the living room, Pezzy’s cheerful voice rang out from his office. “Hey! Baby! Come here for a second!” It was a beckoning, irresistible call, brimming with energy.

You padded over, curiosity piqued as he poked his head out from behind his computer screen. There was an unmistakable glint in his eye that made your pulse quicken. “I want to show you off!” he exclaimed, a playful grin lighting up his face.

Before you could even respond, he gestured for you to come into the office. As you entered, the enchanting world of his stream unfolded around you—lights glowing, cameras ready, and the chat scrolling above his head, illuminated with excited messages from his audience. 

“What do you think, chat? Isn’t my girlfriend the best?” Pezzy asked, his voice thrumming with delight. The chat erupted into a flurry of hearts and exclamations, enthusiasm overflowing as they welcomed you into the spotlight.

Before you could say a word, Pezzy reached out, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you close. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, the world outside fading into a hazy background as time froze for just a moment. The joy radiating from him intertwined with yours, creating a bubble of warmth that felt almost magical in the midst of the chaotic streaming environment.

“Say hi to everyone!” he prompted gently, his eyes sparkling as he turned to the camera. You found yourself giggling, your cheeks flushed from a blend of exertion and the nervous thrill of being on camera. “Hey, everyone!” you managed to exclaim, waving your hand animatedly. More hearts and playful messages flooded the chat, each one making your heart swell with a sense of belonging.

You decided to embrace the moment—taking a seat on Pezzy’s lap, basking in the shared laughter that filled the air. In this little cocoon, you felt connected to him, to the audience, and to the joy of being present. For a minute, everything felt right, and the stresses of the day melted away into pure euphoria.

But then, just as your moment of bliss seemed perfect, a timer chimed, breaking the spell with its decisive ding. “Ah! The laundry!” you exclaimed, jumping up slightly at the sound, and suddenly remembered the chores still awaiting you.

Pezzy chuckled, his playful demeanor never faltering. “Looks like you’ll have to go save the laundry from certain doom,” he teased, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “But don’t think you’re getting away that easily—I still need you for my stream!”

“Only for a few more minutes!” You laughed, the reality of your day inching back into focus. “Then laundry duty calls!” 

“Fine! Just one more minute…” he relented dramatically, pulling you back toward him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he leaned in closer as the camera captured your playful banter, the chat now buzzing with a new wave of excitement and joyful comments about your dynamic partnership.

The minutes flew by in a charming whirlwind of playful conversation and laughter. You took turns answering questions from the chat, relaying stories about your shared adventures and the little antics that had made your life together feel so vibrant. The joy of sharing this moment filled you both, the love and laughter circling around you like a well-loved melody.

With one final laugh and a promise to continue the fun later, it was time to bid the chat farewell, leaving the cozy office filled with cheer. You swiftly leaped off Pezzy’s lap, nudging him playfully as you headed toward the laundry room once again, ready to tackle the next chapter in the day’s adventures.

As you walked away, you could already feel the warmth of the moment lingering like a sweet aftertaste, carrying the delightful chaos of the day into a beautiful tapestry of shared experiences.

The Kindhearted King's- Droid x Reader, Clooless x reader

Summary: ___ just had surgery, and the gang turned their cooking stream into making dinner for her.

TW: fluffy, Established relationship, platonic friendships

“Hi, chat!” Droid greeted the camera as he went live on Twitch. “So as yall know we are going to be doing a cooking stream and instead of doing something sweet, we are actually going to make dinner. Now why the change you might ask?”

“The change of plans happened since my lovely girlfriend, as yall know _, had to have emergency surgery on her knee.” Droid gives the information out as he was pacing on the camera

“So, let’s make this dinner extra special for____,” Droid added, peeking into the living room where was sound asleep with Sly, recovering from her surgery. “She deserves the best chat, like come on, look at me.”

Grizzy, with his chef’s hat perched precariously on his head walks into frame, boomed, “Alright, team! What are we going to whip up? I vote for a feast worthy of a queen!”

“Let’s make _’s favorite! Fettuccine Alfredo with garlic bread,” Droid announced, flipping through a digital cookbook app. The chat exploded with excitement.

As they gathered ingredients, Pezzy took charge of boiling the pasta. With a flourish, he tossed the noodles into the pot, making an exquisite splash that soaked his apron. “It’s a part of the cooking process!” he proclaimed, as viewers laughed along.

Meanwhile, Grizzy was in charge of making the sauce. “Butter and cream—a classic combo!” he sang, mixing in zest and a touch too much salt when he wasn't looking. Puffer, working beside him, tried to keep the peace. “Easy on the salt, Grizzy! We don’t want _ waking up thinking she just bit into the ocean!”

Across the countertop, Droid managed the garlic bread. He topped the slices with butter and herbs, all while playfully pretending to be a food critic for the stream. He raised an imaginary glass, saying, “I declare this garlic bread ready for the finest of palates!”

As the aroma of buttery, garlicky goodness filled the kitchen, Grizzy stirred the sauce with enthusiasm, and viewers began to leave comments about how amazing everything looked. Their streaming chat was alive with advice, encouragement, and playful banter.

“Maybe we should add a surprise ingredient?” Pezzy suggested, mischievously. “What if we make it fancier and add a little mushroom?”

“Or some peas?” Puffer added. Grizzy feigned horror, “No green—this is a classic!”

Just then, a soft snore echoed from the living room, causing everyone to stop and look over. “Shhh the baby is still sleeping!” Droid whispered, trying to keep the atmosphere calm. “Let’s finish up before she wakes up craving the food we’re cooking.”

Finally, after much laughter, splashes of sauce, and a tiny kitchen fiasco involving an overturned bowl of cheese, the feast was complete. They plated the fettuccine Alfredo alongside the golden garlic bread, and it looked like something out of a five-star restaurant.

“Let’s bring it to her together!” Droid said, excitement bubbling over. They carefully tiptoed towards the living room where _ lay sound asleep, surrounded by her cozy blankets.

As they approached, Sly was tucked into ___’s blanket then, _ stirred slightly but remained blissfully unaware of the deliciousness unfolding before her. Droid gently placed the steaming plates on the table nearby. “! Dinner is served!” he said softly.

With the four friends gathered around her, the aroma wafted through the air and finally stirred _ awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and she took in the sight of her friends, laughter in their eyes and kindness in their hearts. “What’s this?” she asked, her voice still sleepy.

“Your favorite!” Puffer declared with pride. “Made with love and hate.”

The joy on _'s face melted their hearts. They laughed and shared stories of their cooking escapades and streamed the moments that followed—her delight at the pasta, the playful teasing between friends, and even a few bloopers they had captured along the way.

As the evening wore on, the chat flooded with heart emojis and encouragement, each viewer feeling a part of the unlikely family gathering taking place. _, feeling cared for and cherished, recognized just how lucky she was to have friends like these and a loving partner by her side.

As the stream wrapped up, viewers couldn’t help but feel like they were part of something truly special—a celebration of friendship, kindness, and delicious food. They knew they'd be back for more adventures with The Clooless Gang, and that this was just the beginning of many more culinary capers to come.

Epic April Fools

Summary: As the screen flickered with the ever-so-satisfying sight of paint slowly drying, you found yourself imagining a world beyond the confines of Smii7y’s April Fools’ Day masterpiece.

TW: Established relationship

"I watched Paint Dry"

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but your mind began to wander while you both sat on the couch, the sound of his voice narrating the mundane process filling the air.

“I swear, next year, I’m going to pull off the biggest prank ever,” Smii7y chuckled, adjusting his headset, his eyes still glued to the screen. His excitement was palpable, and even though you found the concept amusing, three hours of watching paint dry had started to wear thin on your patience. 

“Is it too soon to talk about dinner?” you asked playfully, nudging him with your elbow. 

“Dinner? But the paint is just about to reach its peak gloss!” he replied dramatically, feigning betrayal. But you could see the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile—he loved how easy it was to playfully poke fun at each other.

As you got up to refill your glass of water, you thought about meals for the week. Meal prepping had been something you both talked about doing—after all, weeknight dinners could get chaotic with his streaming schedule and your own commitments.

“Okay, how about we make a deal?” you suggested, returning with a glass of ice-cold water. “If I help you with the video for the next prank, you promise to meal prep with me tomorrow.”

“Perfect! I can’t turn down an offer like that,” he replied, eyes sparkling with mischief. “But you have to promise to be just as creative with our meal options as I am with my jokes.”

“Deal!” you grinned, knowing exactly where this was heading. You would challenge one another to create funny meal names based on the absurdity he thrived on. “How about… ‘Steam-Powered Veggies’ for our stir fry?”

Smii7y burst into laughter, nodding enthusiastically. “And I’ll make sure my signature ‘Mystery Meat’ is on the menu, because what’s a prank without a little surprise, right?”

The banter transitioned seamlessly back to the video as the paint-stirring narration went on, but there was that subtle undertone of excitement brewing between you both over the meal prepping idea. 

Three hours into the video, with a few comments suggested hilariously, you decided you could best support him from afar. You snuck your phone out and started messaging your favorite food blogs, searching for witty meal inspiration to bring to life in your own prep session. 

After a while, you turned to him again. “Okay, I’ll leave you to your paint-drying magic for a while. I have some meal ideas to brainstorm, and I’ll check in on your progress later on.”

“Fine, but don’t blame me when you miss the most exciting part!” he teased, waving his arms as you walked towards the kitchen.

As you flipped through ideas, envisioning a week filled with laughter—and pranks over dinner—you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. Smii7y always found ways to make the mundane hilarious, and together, you’d craft a series of meals worthy of a viral video in their own right.

Later that evening, as you wrapped up your brainstorming, you made your way back to him, ready for whatever absurd ideas he had pulled from his six hours of paint drying. 

Together, the two of you began strategizing your prank-filled meal plan, transforming the evening into laughter, creativity, and, who knows, perhaps an April Fools’ Meal Prep Challenge to share with his audience!

MakeUp Disaster?

Summary: You finally got Pezzy to agree to do his makeup, after you di his nail. This is how it went...

Tw: Established relationship, funny moment

As I squeezed the last bit of black eyeliner through the felt tip, I glanced over at Pezzy, trying to get his attention. But he was too busy squirming in his chair, his eyebrows furrowing as I attempted to draw on the bad-boy biker look we’d both envisioned. “Just stay still, will you?” I chuckled, but he shot me a guilty smile, clearly nervous about the transformation.

“I can’t help it! It tickles!” he protested, leaning back instinctively as I drew closer to his eye. I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing he was mostly teasing, but there was a glimmer of genuine apprehension behind his bravado. There was something undeniably charming about watching him flinch away from the brush, particularly when he was trying so hard to embrace the tough exterior he thought the internet wanted to see.

“Pezzy, everything would be a lot easier if you fucking sat still,” I said, half-serious, half-joking. I knew it was a bit harsh, but I had to make my point, and we were on a bit of a time crunch before his stream started. 

He chuckled, an easy smile breaking through his feigned annoyance. “Okay, okay, I’ll try.” But I could see it was going to be an uphill battle. Each time I approached with the eyeliner, he’d flinch like a cat unsure of a bathtub.

“Look,” I said, holding up the other items I had meticulously prepared. “If you can sit still, I promise we’ll finish this badass look up with a fake scar—like you just came back from a biker bar brawl. It’ll be worth it!”

His eyes widened at the thought, and I could see the glimmer of excitement creeping in. “Do you really think it’ll look good?”

“More than good,” I assured him, dipping the brush into the scar wax. “You’ll look like the hottest bad-boy on the block.”

His shoulders relaxed a little at that, and he finally sat up straight, eyeing me with newfound determination. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s do this!”

With a grin, I went in for round two, the eyeliner gliding better this time as he focused on a space just above my shoulder, keeping his gaze steady. I could feel the thrill of the transformation, both of us immersed in the world we were creating. It wasn’t just makeup for his stream; it was a moment of connection, of laughter, of embracing the unexpected.

By the time we were adding the finishing touches, the nervous energy had shifted into something electric. With a final flourish, I added the fake scar, and we both stood back to admire the transformation. Pezzy looked ruggedly handsome, caught between cute and dangerous. 

“Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad,” he admitted, pushing a hand through his hair as he eyed himself in the mirror. We both burst into laughter, fingers brushing against each other's, celebrating this quirky little moment before he hit the stream button. 

As the camera flicked on, Pezzy flashed a confident, mischievous smile to his audience, ready to embrace his bad-boy persona, and somehow, it felt like we were both in this together.

As the stream began and Pezzy’s face lit up with the glow of the ring light, I could feel the excitement buzz in the air. The chat exploded with emojis and comments, and for a moment, I watched him transform in real time, embodying the bad-boy persona we had conjured up. 

“Welcome back, everyone!” he announced, his voice steady and playful. As he leaned back in his chair, the eyeliner framed his eyes perfectly, making them stand out even more against the backdrop of his casual leather jacket. I couldn’t help but grin, but I also felt a twinge of nervousness. How would his followers react to this new look?

“Check out this badass scar, guys!” he said, swiping a hand across his brow, exaggerating the motion. The chat was filled with reactions, everything from heart-eyes to astonished gasps. “I just got back from a wild ride on my motorcycle—” he paused, glancing at me with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “—not really, I just let my girlfriend play makeup artist.”

I chuckled softly as I nestled on the edge of the frame, ready to support him from the sidelines. As the banter rolled on, I could see Pezzy growing more confident. He leaned into the camera, igniting the chat with every snappy comeback and playful wink. 

“Okay, who gets the ‘bad boy’ vibe from me?” he asked, feigning an intimidating glare that made the audience erupt in laughter. The comments flooded in, praises and jokes alike, a chorus of cheers for his new look. 

But then, someone in the chat wrote something unexpected: “Why is he trying to be someone he’s not?” 

I felt the air thicken, a buried tension rising. I glanced at Pezzy, but the faux toughness never wavered from his expression. He put his hand under his chin, contemplating the comment. “You know, just because I look a bit different doesn’t mean I'm not still me,” he replied, voice steady, slightly filled with anger “I can tell you have no fun in your life, gonna die alone.” 

The chat saved him, showering him with encouragement. I watched as he navigated through the conversation with grace, knowing that deep down, his essence remained untouched, even draped in eyeliner and a scar. 

After a while, he turned to me, the lines of tension around his mouth softening. “Thanks for this, babe,” he said quietly, eyes sparkling with sincerity. “I didn’t think I’d be able to pull it off.”

I smiled back, feeling a rush of pride for him. “You’ve pulled off way tougher things than this. It’s all part of the fun!”

As the stream continued, Pezzy chatted with his followers about everything camping to his newfound biker persona, pulling from his quick wit as the comments flew by, feeding off the laughter of others joining in on this wild ride. 

I had to admit, as he leaned back and teased the audience, the spark of joy in his expression was contagious. It was as if we had both ridden into a new adventure, and I couldn’t help but enjoy this side of him—the side that was willing to experiment, and let loose, knowing I was right there beside him, cheering him on in the background.

As the stream started winding down, Pezzy took a moment to thank his fans individually, reading out names and encouraging words. “And a huge thank you to my amazing girlfriend, ___, for helping me with this look and not giving up on me when I was squirming like a little baby!” he beamed with laughter, the warmth in his voice ringing true, grounding the eccentricity of the scarred biker persona we created.

Podcast moments - Pezzy version

Summary: Three-time you were mentioned, or You were a surprise guest for a moment in the Clooless Podcast, clip inspired

TW: Nurse!reader (retired), cute moments, kisses, cursing, medical advice/EpiPen, reckless driving, and etc

“I feel like that put a lot of pressure on you.” Droid pointing at Pezzy and his tendencies while riding their motorcycles.

“You’ve become quite the mama bird, when it comes to me driving.” Droid continued as he was playing with his shoes.

“Well yeah,- well now- I don’t know- because.” Pezzy stammers through his reasoning, as he was waving his hand around.

“I find it so funny, cause isn't _ really the mama bird with you?” Grizzy interjects their conversation.

“I’ve realized like when I was driving a bike; I had _ and other people were worried about me before. Like where they are like, “ooo let me know when you get to certain places” blah blah blah. And i'm like ‘yeah i'll let you know.” Pezzy reasoned as he was adjusting his hair like always.

“And I never experienced a friend riding a motorcycle. Now that you're riding it, I'm like checking behind me, when _ is not riding with us, I’m like ‘IS HE DEAD?!!?’” Pezzy laughed as he was getting himself comfortable again on the couch.

“I'm always checking to see if you are still good.” Pezzy ends his spiel.

“But __ is the biggest mama bird when it comes to new riders, she will always adopt baby riders.” Droid says keeping the topic still alive of bikes.

“I swear her phone is always blowing up because she is in so many biker support groups.” Puffer pipes in as he experiences that while hanging out with the group.

“She is the best type of person to protect baby drivers, she went off on someone for trying to cut me off on the highway.” Droid says, “It was fucking bad ass, but damn she’s scary when shes in mama bear mode.” Droid laughs while everyone joins in with him.

“Dude you should have seen her race after someone when they did something stupid to Pezzy as we were all driving together. Like she was like the ghost rider after them.” Grizzy says as he was trying to remember what happened.

“She is great but god damn she has her reckless moments too, like any motorcycle driver.” Pezzy shakes his head as he is trying to calm down from laughing.

“Hold on, Yumi is calling me.” Puffer said while looking at his phone.

“Is that Tuah?” Droid questioned, while looking over at Pezzy. “I thought it was a sponsor.” Pezzy laughed

“You know what? Pick it up! Pick it up!” Grizzy taunted Puffer

“It's probably about the football game.” Puffer says while he is thinking about why Yumi would be calling him.

“This is-Oh!” Pezzy got caught by Droid; “It’ll be over by the time it comes out.”.

“Pateron content if it is good.” Pezzy said hastily as Puffer picked up the phone. “Hey man, what's up?”

“Nahh speaker, nah” Grizzy said as Puffer put his phone up to his ear.

“Damn all like the whole demeanor just changed.” Droid comments

“Uhh-um were doing a podcast.” Puffer says as Pezzy laughed at his awkwardness, Puffer held his fingers to his other ear so he could understand Yumi better.

“All I heard was, you wanna be on the podcast? Real quick hold on, here.” Puffer put his phone on speaker phone.

“Welcome to Talk Tuah.” Droid said in a serious tone but was joking. “Hey Yumi.” Puffer cuts Droid off.

“Hey wait, Pezzy’s there right?” Yumi asked

“Yeah I'm here Yumi, what up?” Pezzy answered his question with a question back.

“Where’s {Nickname that only yumi can use}?” Yumi asked

“Uh should be hanging out with Meghan, let me go get her.” Pezzy said while getting up and readjusting himself as he was walking to the door.

“Hey babe, Yumi called Puffer is looking for you!” Pezzy yelled out into Puffer’s house.

“Yum Yum!” Is all he heard as being yelled back and your feet running on Puffers hardwood floors.

“Ohp- she's running now, yumi” Puffer said as everyone was laughing cause they heard your footsteps.

“Ugh- i'm never running again for you, but YUM YUM!” _ complains as she is out of breath but greets Yumi. “Eh {nickname} did you see the game and that play that just happened?” Yumi asks as casually as he could after interrupting the Clooless Podcast.

“Omg no!-""Alright, Alright, Yumi, did you have something to say to the podcast?” Puffer cuts __ off from responding to Yumi. Grizzy started a full belly laugh, as Droid did a small chuckle as if he was being tickled by a feather.

“Oh! This is my message to the world.” Yumi started off with a small laugh.

“Oh no!” “Where is this going?” Droid and Grizzy responded with their own jest.

“It sounds like the Joker.” Droid kept going with his goofiness.

“Yeah?” “How y'all- How y’all doing?” Yumi had a brain fart.

“That's your message?” The Clooless gang all responded back.

“Hey i'm doing alright Yum Yum, but imma go back to filming tiktoks with meghan.” __ says while exiting the room but not before giving Pezzy a quick peck on the lips and a simple ‘I love you’ .

ACHOO

“God damn!” Puffer exclaimed to Grizzy, sneezing up a storm (it was one sneeze).

“Brother, I'm trying to survive out here.” Grizzy said while rubbing his face due to his allergies

“I know. Bro can not be around Brodie.” Puffer said as he was thinking of ways to keep Brodie away from Grizzy.

“We might need a medic team on standby.” ElasticDroid joke but it was taken slightly serious.

“Hahah, imagine episode 25–” Grizzy faked being dead in his chair all slumped over, his head slinging to the left side

“We put a bunch of Epipens on this desk, wait table.” Pezzy jokes

“You know how to use it right?” ElasticDroid asked as Grizzy faked gasping, coming back to life.

“No I don't but _ is a retired ER nurse, OMG she can be our medical team.” Pezzy said while slapping his knee, dying of laughter.

Droid started patting his heart, acting out that's where you put the Epipen to inject it.

“No, it's in the leg” Pezzy disagreed with Droid.

“It's not in the heart.” Grizzy deadpanned shaking his head in disbelief

“This dude is trying to kill somebody.” Pezzy popped off as he was looking at Grizzy

“Ooo _, get her in here real quick.” Droid says

“Babe, come here real quick!” Pezzy yelled

“Huh? What am I here?” __ said walking into the podcast room.

“Quick question, where and how do I use an Epipen?” Droid asked with full seriousness.

“Well, do you want me to explain it how I am supposed to explain it or a sweet and short explanation?” _ questioned back with professionalism.

“Sweet and short.” Puffer said not wanting to waste _’s time.

“Goes into the mid-outer-thigh, the orange tip pointing down and the blue end facing up. Do not put any part of your hand over either end or just come get me to do it. Then call 911 or go to the ER yourself.” _ wrapped it up.

“Oh damn, oh well I was wrong, thank you __ and comments say thank you as well.” Droid said owning up to his stupidity while pointing to the camera.

Midnight Lament

Summary: Droid seemed like a typical guy: he laughed with his friends, played video games into the wee hours of the morning, and shared stories over coffee at local cafés. But beneath the surface, he was struggling with a storm of emotions, specifically about his past relationship with ___, who had once filled his heart with joy.

Tw: Angst, breakup

Inspired by: Words I Didn't Say by Why Don't We

Droid spent countless sleepless nights lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while memories danced through his mind like fading shadows. He had always been the type to prioritize his streaming projects over everything else, believing that success would give life meaning. However, over time, he withdrew from ___, offering her promises that never manifested and canceling plans that left her feeling unworthy and neglected. Words he never said haunted him: “I love you,” “I’m sorry,” and “I can’t live without you.” Each word echoed louder the longer he lay there, squeezing his heart until it ached with regret.

One particularly stormy night, as raindrops rhythmically tapped against the windowpane, Droid felt a heavy weight in his chest. Anger mixed with sadness as the realization hit him that he had messed up a love that had brought him immeasurable happiness. He had chosen his dreams over a vibrant future with ___, and now he was alone, drowning in an ocean of “what-ifs” and “could-have-beens.”

As memories flooded through Droid's mind, he could almost hear ___'s laughter echoing in the corridors of his heart. It was the sound that had pulled him out of darkness, the kind of laughter that painted every moment of their time together in brilliant colors. But now, everything seemed muted and grey. The vibrant dreams he had once cherished felt empty without her.

Droid found himself wrapped in a cloak of nostalgia, every cherished memory swirling around him like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze. Each laugh, every shared joke, danced through the air, but they felt distant, as if they belonged to another life. Without ___, the colors of his existence faded into monochrome, and even the most exciting streaming milestones felt hollow. 

He closed his eyes and tried to summon the happiness they once shared. The memory of their first date came rushing back, an image so vivid it almost felt tangible. He remembered the way ___'s eyes sparkled under the twinkling fairy lights of the little café, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, glinting like spun gold. They had sat for hours, talking about everything and nothing, each word drawing them closer like magnetic forces. That night, he had promised her the universe, and somehow, he had lost track of his promise in a hurricane of ambition.

The nights they spent binge-watching shows, curling into one another on the couch, felt like laughter-filled dreams, now severed by the weight of regret. Droid had gotten so wrapped up in his aspirations that he put aside the small, beautiful moments that had made his life rich. He could see ___'s comforting smile, hear her spirited debates over their favorite characters, and most importantly, remember how her presence made even the mundane feel magical.

The memories started to shift, distort, and twist into shapes of sorrow. He could picture the last time they were together, how her laughter had grown quieter, how her eyes watched him with a mixture of love and unacknowledged hurt. “You’re always busy, Droid,” she had said softly, the weight of her words crashing down like the storm outside. "Sometimes, I feel like you’re more in love with your dreams than you are with me."

At the time, he had brushed it off, thinking she was just being dramatic. But now, in the silence of his room, those words echoed with devastating clarity. He had chased the illusion of success while neglecting the very person who made his life worth living. Loneliness curled around him like a familiar yet unwanted blanket, squeezing tightly as he felt the reality of his choices.

In that moment of vulnerability, something inside Droid stirred. He recalled the nights ___ had offered her unwavering support, the times she encouraged him when others doubted his abilities. She had been his greatest cheerleader, yet he had failed to return the favor in her time of need. Anger bubbled up within him, not directed at her but at himself. The regret morphed into a burning determination. It was time to acknowledge his failings and commit to being better.

Desperate for closure, Droid decided to reach out to ___ one last time. He crafted a message filled with apologies and honesty—a plea for forgiveness and understanding. However, when he pressed 'send', his heart sank. Instead of instant replies, he received the chilling truth that brought him to his knees: ___ had blocked him on all platforms. No texts. No calls. No social media connection. Just silence.

Droid felt a profound loneliness envelop him, as though the world had faded to grey. He realized that ___ had moved on. He remembered the way her eyes lit up when they talked about their future together and how the warmth of her laughter filled the room. But all he had given her were promises and half-hearted attempts to bridge the emotional gap he had created. Now, he saw the stark reality that he had pushed her too far.

Could we possibly get a girl dad grizzy x reader. Can definitely imagine him as a girl dad, dancing around a kitchen with a baby and his girlfriend singing ‘my girl’, doing all the late night baby chores just so reader doesn’t have to lift a finger. Some fluffy, domestic grizzy <3

Dometic Bliss - Grizzy x Reader

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the kitchen as you expertly chopped vegetables for dinner. But just then, a cheerful commotion broke the peaceful ambiance. Enter Grizzy, holding little Lily wrapped snugly in a soft pastel blanket, his enormous hands cradling her with the utmost care.

“Guess what?” he exclaimed, a radiant grin on his face. “It’s dancing time!”

Before you could respond, Grizzy cranked up the music, a sweet melody wafting through the air. The strains of “My Girl” filled the room, and he started twirling around with Lily, her giggles matching the rhythm of the song. Your heart swelled as you watched the gentle giant transform into a playful father, effortlessly swaying and spinning, somehow making the kitchen feel like a grand ballroom.

As you watched them dance, the love and bond between them were palpable. It was a sight you could watch endlessly—the jovial bear and his tiny princess finding joy in simple moments, like twirling under the soft glow of the kitchen lights.

Grizzy noticed you standing there, a smile on your lips as you leaned against the countertop. “Care to join us?” he called, playfully handing Lily off to you. You scooped her up, and the three of you danced together, laughter bouncing off the walls.

As the night wore on and the dinner preparations shifted to late-night baby chores, Grizzy took the lead. He gently placed Lily in her crib, singing her to sleep with the softest of lullabies. You watched him, amazed at how tender and patient he was, the reassuring notes of the melody echoing in the stillness of the night.

When it was time for a diaper change or a midnight feeding, Grizzy was always right there, trading off responsibilities without a second thought. He’d nudge you softly with his elbow, whispering, “I’ve got this,” or, “You deserve a break, babe.” His selflessness warmed your heart and made you fall deeper in love with him each day.

As the days turned into weeks, you realized how lucky you were. Grizzy made every mundane task feel special—a loving dance or a shared laugh over a teething toy. He filled your home with warmth and laughter, making even sleepless nights cozy, wrapped in the love you all shared.

One evening, after tucking Lily in for the night, you both found yourselves on the couch, basking in the peaceful ambiance of your home. The air was filled with the soft glow of a lamp and the sweet sound of quiet. You leaned against Grizzy, savoring the moment.

“I never knew I could be this happy,” you murmured, glancing up at him. His face beamed with pride and joy. "It's all thanks to you and our little bear."

Grizzy chuckled, brushing a stray hair from your face. “It’s amazing how a little girl can change everything,” he said, his voice soft but full of conviction. “Every day with you two is the best kind of adventure.”

In that moment, amidst the soft sounds of the night and the laughter that still echoed in your heart, you knew that no matter what life through your way, you had found your happy place—a beautiful family built on love, laughter, and a few dance parties in the middle of the kitchen.

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. 

Pixels and Passion

Summary: Going to Boston with Pezzy for Twitchcon

TW: Established relationship

A whirlwind of excitement mixed with nerves blanketed __ as she recalled their playful bet during an evening of gaming and laughter. If Pezzy’s stream managed to hit a certain milestone, she would join him at the convention, an event she'd never considered attending.

The night before their journey, __ lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating the quirky adventure that awaited her. Could she really go to Boston, a city teeming with history, to cheer on Pezzy as he showcased his streaming skills? The idea both thrilled and terrified her. Navigating a city she’d never visited, mingling with fans, and joining the world of streaming felt like stepping into a vibrant tapestry of passion and creativity, yet was also daunting.

As dawn broke, __ packed her bag filled with essentials—comfortable shoes, an array of streaming-themed T-shirts, and a sketchbook to capture the moments. She had always been a dreamer and artist, and amidst the gaming world, she found inspiration in her boyfriend's passion. With a determined heart and a sprinkle of excitement, she hopped on an early flight, dreaming of the sights that awaited her.

Upon landing in Boston, the air was crisp, and Max, her boyfriend, greeted her with warmth and enthusiasm. "You made it!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace. __ felt an overwhelming sense of belonging and pride as she looked around at the lively street art and historic buildings. Together, they explored the city on a quaint trolley, marveling at the picturesque architecture and sampling iconic dishes, like clam chowder and lobster rolls.

As they approached the convention center, 's heart raced with anticipation. The world of Twitch arrived in a whirlwind of colors and sounds, with streamers of every genre setting up tents, engaging fans, and sharing their journeys. Pezzy's vibrant personality shined in the hustle of his streaming booth, where he greeted fans like old friends. watched him with fondness, a sense of pride swelling in her chest.

Throughout the weekend, she immersed herself in the experience, fueled by the energy of fellow attendees and the giggles of content creators. She wandered through panels showcasing new technology, participated in games, and met people who were not just fans but kindred spirits. Each interaction sparked inspiration; __ began sketching scenes from the event, capturing the essence of the streaming community, from the brightly lit booths to the faces of dedicated fans.

On the final day of TwitchCon, Pezzy had a special surprise for . They joined a collaborative stream with some of Pezzy's close friends. With her sketchbook warmed in her lap, joined the conversation, contributing ideas and laughter along the way. As the live audience engaged, she realized that she had woven herself into this vibrant fabric of creativity and connection, just as she'd dreamed.

As they wrapped up the stream, Pezzy turned to her with a smile. "You know, I couldn’t have done it without you here. You brought the magic to this weekend." __ beamed, her heart dancing with joy. She had stepped outside her comfort zone, not only supporting Pezzy but discovering a love for community.

The weekend in Boston transformed from an unexpected journey into a love-filled adventure. As they returned home, __ held her sketches close, cherishing not just the memories made but a newfound appreciation for the vibrant world of streaming and the connections it forged. She felt inspired to create more—to blend her art with the digital universe Pezzy thrived in, taking their journey together to new heights.

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.