Rain Dance

Selfless Love

Summary: They were as different as night and day: ___ had a penchant for cozy afternoons spent with a good book, while Grizzy thrived on adventure, his heart racing at the thought of exploring new worlds through his video games. One bright morning, however, a thick fog of illness rolled in, shrouding ___ in an unexpected bout of sickness.

TW: Sick!Reader, established relationship

Bedridden and feeling as heavy as a rain cloud, she was surrounded by tissues and comforters that piled high like mountains around her. Despite the discomfort, a soft smile danced across her lips when she saw Grizzy enter the room, the embodiment of warmth and laughter.

As the door creaked open, Grizzy made his entrance like a breath of fresh air colliding with the stillness of the room. He wore his usual goofy grin, the kind that could lighten even the heaviest of hearts. His bright hoodie was speckled with video game characters, a hint of the adventures he often embarked upon in the pixelated worlds he loved.

With expert precision, he placed a steaming bowl of oatmeal topped with honey and slices of fruit on her bedside table, followed by a steaming herbal tea, the fragrant aroma wafting gently through the air.

“With a sprinkle of magic and a dollop of love, this meal shall heal all woes!” Grizzy proclaimed, bowing as if presenting a royal feast.

“Why thank you, dear chef!” ___ replied, her voice soft but bubbling with warmth. “I can already taste the love!”

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Grizzy watched her take bites of the oatmeal, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and adoration. He’d sneak in a kiss on her forehead every now and then, his lips lingering on her skin as if hoping to transfer a little of his energy to her.

“Ah, my magnificent queen of cozy!” he proclaimed, his arms wide open as if to embrace the very room itself. “I’ve come to banish the gloomy clouds that dare hover around you!”

___ chuckled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Clouds can’t be banished without a little sunshine, you know.”

“Then consider me a walking, talking ray of sunshine!” He struck a pose, puffing out his chest with exaggerated pride. “But first, let’s make sure you’re as comfy as possible.” 

After arranging the mountains of comforters, Grizzy plucked a pillow from the pile and, with a flourish, swung it around like a swordsman twirling his blade. “For the noble battle against the forces of illness!” he declared, tossing the pillow gently toward her, as light as a feather.

Feeling a renewed sense of comfort, ___’s smile widened, and she couldn’t help but appreciate the effort he put into making her feel better. “You always know how to turn my misery into something to smile about,” she admitted, her heart warming at his playful antics. “Thank you, my love.”

“Guess what,  gorgeous,” he said with an exaggerated flair, exploding her somber bubble with his infectious energy. “I know you’re feeling crummy, but I’ve got a secret weapon for you!”

___ raised an eyebrow, curiosity brightening her eyes, even if just a little. 

“Come closer,” Grizzy whispered dramatically, leaning down as if sharing a clandestine plan. “Your boyfriend is about to forgo his usual recording schedule and instead, he’ll be live-streaming our favorite game—just for you!”

___ couldn’t help but giggle, even though her throat was still sore. “You don’t have to do that,” she protested weakly, grateful yet concerned that he was sacrificing his work for her sake.

“Nonsense! I can’t stand to see you like this,” Grizzy declared boldly, already setting up his streaming equipment. “They can wait! Plus, who wouldn’t want to see me on an epic adventure? With you cheering me on, it’ll be quite the spectacle!”

___ chuckled softly, her heart swelling with affection as she watched Grizzy juggle his streaming setup. He always had a flair for the dramatic, but today, his intentions were pure and heartfelt. Little did he know how significant this gesture was to her spirit, especially in a time of feeling so frail and isolated.

After breakfast, Grizzy grabbed the tissues and carefully set them within reach. “All set for our cozy day?” he asked, taking her hand in his and squeezing it gently.

“Absolutely. Just don’t forget the cuddles, after the stream!” she replied, her laughter soothing like honey to his ears.

With the character setup complete, Grizzy launched into the game, immersing both himself and ___ into a vibrant world filled with quests and colorful landscapes. The moment he slipped into his persona, Grizzy became a whirlwind of energy, performing stunts and dramatic gestures even the characters couldn’t match.

As the game nearing its epic conclusion, Grizzy’s energy was contagious, wrapping ___ in a cocoon of enthusiasm. He finished the last level with an exuberant flair, playing up the moment as if he had just saved an entire kingdom from certain doom.

“We did it!” he cheered, spinning around in glee before landing back on the chair, looking a bit winded but still radiating joy. “And now, it’s time for the promised cuddles!”

Their laughter still echoing in the air, they nestled deeper into the blankets. The world outside faded as the soft light of the afternoon slanted through the window, creating a golden glow around them. 

For ___, the burdens of sickness fell away as she savored the warmth of Grizzy beside her. The camaraderie they shared while gaming carved out a small oasis in her mind, one filled with vibrant adventures and endless support. It was a reminder that even in moments of frailty, love could weave magic into the day, brightening their little world, making the ordinary feel extraordinary.

As they cozied up, Grizzy whispered endearingly, “Hey baby, do you want to watch a movie to fall asleep to?” 

“Movie marathon sounds perfect,” ___ replied, envisioning a night filled with comfort—snuggles and popcorn as they stepped themselves in the warmth of familiar stories.

Turn it off

Summary: Droid's phone keeps going off during your dinner date.

TW: Established relationship

Inspired by: Turn it Off by Why Don't We

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, you and your boyfriend Droid stepped into the lively little bistro tucked away on a cobblestone street. Despite the hum of chatter and clinking cutlery, your heart raced with excitement; tonight was your special night.

You settled into a cozy booth, illuminated by the gentle glow of a flickering candle. The aroma of fresh herbs and grilled meats wafted from the kitchen, setting the perfect atmosphere for an intimate evening. However, as soon as you began to peruse the menu, Droid's phone vibrated sharply on the table.

“Just ignore it!” you suggested playfully, trying to mask your disappointment. After all, Droid was a famous streamer on Twitch, garnering thousands of fans who practically lived in his DMs. But tonight, you wanted him all to yourself.

The vibration cut through your laughter like a sudden gust of wind. With a sigh, Droid sheepishly picked up his phone, glancing at the notifications with a familiar twinkle in his eye. “It’s just the chat buzzing,” he laughed. “I promise, I’ll turn it off!”

He switched his phone to silent mode and placed it face down, but just moments later, another barrage of notifications rang out from the depths of his pocket. The phone was still vibrating, a chorus of demands clamoring for his attention. 

You gave him an affectionate nudge, a playful smirk on your face. “Put them DMs going on vacation, 'Cause tonight, we goin' private and nobody else allowed. Turn it off, please.”

Droid chuckled, looking up at you with those endearing LED-lit eyes, his facial features morphing into a blend of mischief and affection. “You’re right,” he conceded, a hint of vulnerability shining through. He leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. “They can wait. You’re the only one I want to talk to right now.”

With that, he powered his phone down completely, slipping it into a pocket where it could no longer distract him. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of you ensconced in a flickering bubble of warmth and laughter.

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.

Nourished by Devotion — Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, pregnancy, caring boyfriend, request🦋

It was late afternoon, and the house was filled with the soft hum of the air conditioner. You were perched on the couch, eight months pregnant and feeling every bit of it. Your feet ached, your back was sore, and your mood hovered somewhere between irritated and teary. The baby, bless their squirmy little self, kept nudging your ribs like a persistent drummer. And to top it off, you were hungry—hungry in a way that made no sense. One minute you wanted pickles, the next minute pancakes, then maybe both together. You knew it was hormones and cravings talking, but that didn’t make them any easier to ignore. In the kitchen, Grizzy was a whirlwind of activity, rummaging through cabinets and the fridge. He wore sweatpants and a loose shirt, moving with a determined kind of tenderness. Ever since you’d hit the later stages of pregnancy, he’d made it his personal mission to keep you and the baby satisfied—food, comfort, massages, and all the love you could stand. It wasn’t just caretaking; it was worship. He loved every curve of your changing body, every new complaint and craving was met with compassion and a near-heroic eagerness. “Alright,” he called out, voice warm and steady, “we’ve got leftover fried rice or I can whip up some pancakes. You said pancakes earlier, right?”

You sighed dramatically, throwing your head back against the cushion. “I said I wanted pancakes and pickles,” you grumbled, though a small smile tugged at your lips at how ridiculous it sounded. “I know it’s weird.” Grizzy popped his head around the corner, grinning. “Babe, it’s not weird. It’s pregnancy cravings. I’ve got your back. Pickled pancakes—” He made a playful face. “Okay, maybe I’ll just give you both separately.” You snorted, feeling a touch better just from his easy acceptance. “Yeah, maybe not together,” you conceded, “but I do want both.” He disappeared again, and soon the smell of something warm and sweet drifted into the living room. You closed your eyes, hand resting on your belly, feeling the baby shift. A few minutes later, Grizzy returned with a plate of fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup and a small bowl of pickles on the side. He placed them on the coffee table and then knelt beside you, reaching for your feet to rub gentle circles into your arches. “How’s that?” he asked softly, eyes full of concern and love. “Better?” You nodded, taking a bite of pancake. “Mhm,” you mumbled through a mouthful, “this helps. Thank you.” The sweetness hit your tongue, and you almost wanted to cry from relief. He squeezed your calf reassuringly, then leaned up to kiss your forehead. “Always,” he said quietly. “I love taking care of you two.” Your heart softened. He truly did mean it. He’d been so patient and attentive—feeding you, rubbing your back, holding you when you cried for no reason.

And there was something else, too: the way his gaze lingered on your growing belly like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Nelson,” you began, voice hushed, “you really don’t mind all this? The weird moods, the cravings, the…changes?” He let out a gentle laugh and slid onto the couch beside you, pulling you closer. “Mind it? Are you kidding? I’m completely obsessed.” His hand cupped your belly, thumb stroking lightly. “I love every second of this—the bump, your curves, your attitude.” He lowered his voice, near a whisper. “And how much I want you, even more now.” You blushed, heat pooling low in your belly. Hormones made you irritable, yes, but they also amplified your desire at the strangest moments. It was true that sometimes, when you were cranky or uncomfortable, Grizzy’s solution was to guide you into the bedroom and remind you how cherished and desirable you were. And if nothing else worked to lighten your mood, well, he had other ways—like burying his face between your legs, kissing and licking you into a state of blissful forgetfulness. “Speaking of wanting me,” you said softly, turning to look at him, a spark of mischief in your eyes, “I’m in a mood.” It was half a statement, half a request for relief that only he could provide. His gaze darkened with understanding. “Oh, you want that kind of comfort.” He set the plate aside, leaning in to kiss your jaw, then your neck. “Let me guess, you feel tense?” He pressed another kiss at the base of your throat, voice going low.

“Could use some attention?” You nodded, breath hitching. “Mhmm.” “Finish your food first,” he teased, hand slipping under your shirt to caress the underside of your belly. “Gotta keep you fed.” His tone was playful, but you could see the hungry gleam in his eye. “Then I’m all yours.” You grinned, quickly popping a pickle slice into your mouth, heart thudding with anticipation.

The next morning, Grizzy had a spot on Clooless, the podcast he co-hosted with friends. You were curled up on the couch, phone propped up to watch the live recording. They joked about random topics, current events, and gaming highlights. Eventually, the conversation drifted to personal life updates. You perked up, knowing Grizzy might mention you and the baby. “So, Grizzy,” Puffer began, leaning into the mic, “tell us what’s new on the home front. I know you’ve been preparing for parenthood, to become a father.” Grizzy smiled, the kind that reached his eyes and softened his whole expression. “Man, I’m just—” he paused, searching for words, “I’m so excited. I know I joke a lot, but this is huge for me. We’re close, you know? Just a few more weeks.” Pezzy teased, “I bet you’re freaking out. Getting the nursery ready and all that?” He chuckled, leaning closer to the mic. “The nursery’s set. It’s adorable. But more than that, I’m obsessed with my girlfriend right now. I swear, pregnancy is…something else. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful, more…just full of life. She’s strong, dealing with all the aches and cravings, and I get to be there, help out, make her pancakes at midnight if she wants. I’d do anything for her.” Your cheeks went warm at his words. He continued, voice turning more earnest, almost reverent. “I’m serious, it’s like I’m seeing her in a whole new light. Every curve, every little complaint, I’m just like—‘Yes, let me fix it. Let me make it easier.’” He laughed a bit at himself, “you guys think I’m whipped, but honestly? I’m so whipped, it’s not even funny. I’m grateful every day.”

Your heart clenched at the love pouring out of him. Even filtered through the screen, it was powerful. He was gushing, shameless and proud, letting the world know how much he adored you and the baby growing inside you. Droid chimed in, “Damn, Grizzy, this kid’s not even here yet and you’re already the ultimate dad.” “Can’t help it,” Grizzy replied, smiling so big you could see his dimples. “I can’t wait. They both give me purpose, you know? And if I can make her laugh when she’s moody, or feed them when she’s craving something weird, or just—” He lowered his voice, more intimate now, “—show her how much I worship her body as it grows our child, then that’s all I need.” You swallowed, blinking back a sudden wave of emotion. It meant so much that he celebrated you, that he didn’t shy away from talking about how he admired you, even in public. Later, after the podcast, he returned home. You were waiting, leaning against the doorframe. He shot you a look, half-worried, half-hopeful. “Caught the show?” he asked, tone light, but you could see the question in his eyes. You nodded, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. “I did,” you murmured. “You made me cry, you know.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Happy tears, I hope.” “Very happy tears,” you assured him, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “And now I’m hungry.” His face lit up, that playful grin returning. “Hungry, huh? What’s on the menu tonight?”

You pretended to think hard. “Hmmm. Not sure. Something sweet, maybe. And then…maybe you?” He laughed softly, shaking his head in affectionate disbelief. “You’re insatiable.” “Your fault,” you teased, poking his chest lightly. “You made me this spoiled.” His eyes flashed with that familiar heat, hands settling on your hips, thumbs brushing your belly. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” he murmured, voice dropping to that husky tone that made your insides flip. “Let’s take care of both cravings, shall we?” You grinned, heart full, body thrumming with contentment and desire. Together, you moved into the apartment, the scent of home and love and possibility surrounding you. Everything felt right: his devotion, your laughter, the life growing inside you—and the promise that, no matter what, he was there to feed every hunger, soothe every ache, and worship every inch of your pregnant body.

Deep in Your- Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Out of context clip from chat- Link at the bottom of the short story

TW: female pronouns, established relationship, cursing, use of "orgasm" word, use of "Fat girl moments" if i missed anything lmk <3

“Guys, if you didn't know already my girlfriend is a big back.” Pezzy commented

“HEY! Now, there is nothing wrong with eating good food. I work it off in the gym with Grizzy and my job has a lot of stairs I gotta climb.” I snapped back at him with my arms crossed with a pouty lip as he laughed at me being slightly offended

“Baby, I know, I know.” Pezzy tried to console me as I was pouting beside him.

“Mhm sure anyway chat, the people in texas, have y’all tried the new- um, oh god what was it called? The new dish at Potente, anyway I don't remember what it was called.” I stumbled through my memory of the name.

“It was a big ass bowl of pasta. Hold up, let me look at the picture, yes chat, I took a picture of their menu.” I said while giving the camera a side eye, answering a question that was probably gonna get asked. 

“See guys, this is what I mean!” Pezzy pointed out

I held up my left pointer finger to his lips to shush him, calling me out for doing fat girl moments, like Grizzy fat moments. I kept scrolling while Pezzy kept talking to chat, until I found my picture of the menu. 

“OH, I found it! The dish is called AGNOLOTTI. It is made with jumbo lump blue crab, fire roasted artichoke, fennel bulb and vermentino bianco.” I exclaimed happily to Pezzy and chat.

“Peeps, when I tell you this dish was so good that I ordered two, I’m not fucking joking. It was like an orgasm in my mouth and deep in my stomach.” I explained to chat since Pezzy knew I brought leftovers home when I got back.

“Guys do you like it deep up in your stomach?” Pezzy blurted out his questions without hesitation. Once he realized what he said out loud, his smile started growing like the Grinch's heart. He started laughing and leaning to the right laying his head on his desk while I looked at him as if he was crazy. I chuckled, shaking my head, with him but kept looking at the menu picture wanting to go back. 

I manhandled the mic over to my side of the desk and looked directly into the camera, as Pezzy was still laughing his head off.

“Yes, baby I love it deep in my stomach.” I answered his question. I changed my gaze towards Pezzy and he was slightly shocked. When his brain clicked, I took the mic, he snatched it back. After he got his microphone situated, he looked at me as if I had two heads with what I said. I shrugged my shoulders wearing an innocent look on my face.

“Babe, you didn't have to announce that in front of- wait how many people do i have in this stream?” Pezzy questioned, scrambling to see how many viewers he has.

“BABE! There’s over three thousand people here!” he yelled at me but in shock

“No one needs to know our sex life.” He commented to me

“Who said anything about our sex life?” I questioned innocently

“I was talking about the food from the restaurant being all in my guts.” I said in a funny voice, wiggling my eyebrows. 

“Oh my god, you're unbelievable.” he shook his head.

“I love you babe.” I leaned over to his right ear and kissed his cheek.

you dont get context for this now get cucked - Twitch

I do NOT own the banner/divider, The artwork belongs to the artist which has been linked. Nor do I own Pezzy or any of his content that is all him and his work.

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of the clooles boys and pregnant reader? You can come up with the plot and what not all I know is that I’m in baby fever so lord help me

Pregnant at Pax - Pezzy x Reader/ Clooless x reader

“Alrighty babe, we have a table- well area- uh I don't know really, but I do know that there is a table and chairs for us to sit at while we talk to fans. You are going to be sitting next to me and Grizzy, then Droid is on my other side while Puffer is on Grizzy’s other side. We got you covered so if you need anything let us know, or whatever. “ Pezzy went on a small rant while I was sitting on our hotel bed in Boston. I was struggling to get out of the bed so I reached my hands out to Pezzy so he could help me up.

“Baby I need help up. I need to pack my snack bag so I don't bother y’all so much.” I said as calmly as possible but I was slightly irritated with how overprotective he has gotten. That thought was soon out of my head as my baby was thinking of how good mcdonalds sounded at 8 in the morning.

“Baby the guys know and don't care, you know that we got you covered in snacks and drinks- what are you- I take that back, what is bean thinking or craving?” He stopped his rant when he saw my face form into a small pleased smile and pleading eyes. Pezzy helped me off the bed following me to the other bed where our suitcases were occupying. 

“Well since you already got our snacks packed, I need to get dressed nice but not too nice. Alllsoo Bean wants a Mcdonald’s milkshake and large fry, or 3 crispy hashbrowns.” I said while moving all my clothes around. I finally found my simple and comfy maternity set that I packed as a backup outfit. I tried my best to put it on without struggling, but I ended up giving up and Pezzy came over to help me in my pants.

As Pezzy zipped up the pants, a gentle smile played on his lips. "There we go, all fashionably ready for our little fan meeting," he teased, giving me a playful poke in the side. I rolled my eyes but felt warm inside, knowing he cared so much.

Once dressed, I practically floated over to the small dining table where we had arranged our snacks. The morning sun streamed in through the hotel window, the golden light illuminating the room in soft hues. I took a deep breath, savoring the smell of the freshly packed treats. Giving more thoughts of the seating arrangement at the tableBetween Pezzy, Grizzy, Droid, and Puffer, I couldn't ask for a more supportive crew.

As I rifled through my snacks, Pezzy lounged against the wall, scrolling through his phone. "What do you think the fans are going to ask us? Probably a lot about our upcoming schedule, right?" 

Just then, a loud knock echoed through the hotel room. Startled, we exchanged glances, and Pezzy walked over to the door. He opened it just a crack, peering out with a curious brow raised. Standing there with an exuberant smile was Grizzy, Droid and Puffer arms laden with coffee cups, McDonald's bags fluttering from the gentle breeze.

"Breakfast is served!" Grizzy announced dramatically, stepping inside and placing down the bounty of food before us. The smell of fries mingled with the rich aroma of coffee, instantly lifting the room's mood. 

Droid shuffled in behind him, his ever-enthusiastic energy filling the space as he chimed in, “I got those milkshakes you wanted! And we even ordered a few extra to share. You can’t resist the milkshake magic—trust me!”

“Trust me Hun, Bean can’t resist the milkshake magic. I just wanted something salty.” I shrugged with a smile gracing my face , while rubbing my baby bump. 

“Did someone say magic?” Puffer, who had just entered the room, leaned against the doorframe with his carefree smile. “All I know is we’ve got a pretty magical group here. Look at this spread!” 

With laughter echoing around us, we gathered at the table, the lively chatter filling the air. I grabbed my milkshake, feeling the sweet, creamy goodness swirl between my fingers, then took a glorious slurp. It was everything I wanted, and instantly, my worries dissipated with each sip.

As the conversations bubbled over and ideas flew in every direction, I relaxed back into my chair, feeling the warmth of camaraderie. Despite my earlier irritation with Pezzy’s protectiveness, I realized that it came from his place of love. 

Just then, Pezzy leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “I know this isn’t a traditional part of PAX and well your tour, but I’m really glad we get these moments together.” I nodded, understanding that amid the chaos of schedules and fans, these little moments—filled with laughter, good food, and the best company—were the true treasures of our journey.  

As Pezzy sat next to me he started rubbing my stomach and the other arm wrapped around my shoulder, everyone started thinking of questions that fans will ask, and how we will respond to them. How we will tell them no I'm not answering that question in a respectful tone.

 As we tossed question ideas back and forth, the thought of dealing with some trickier inquiries crossed my mind. There would surely be questions about my condition—questions laced with curiosity that strayed beyond mere healthy concern. 

“What about personal questions, like about the baby?” I voiced cautiously, catching the group's attention. “How do we handle those?” 

Droid nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Just remember, it's okay to draw boundaries. You can say, ‘We appreciate the love, but we prefer to keep that part of our lives private.’” 

“Respect is key!” Puffer declared jovially, fist-bumping the air. “That way, we can steer the conversation back to the fun stuff, like gaming and snacks!”

“Communication is everything,” Pezzy added, his calm tone laced with reassurance. “We’re a team, and we’ve got each other’s backs.” 

The tension in my shoulders eased as I felt a warm wave of gratitude wash over me. The way they supported not just me, but each other, felt like a beautiful, intricate dance. Together, we’d navigate whatever came our way.

As we collectively crafted responses to hypothetical questions, Grizzy suddenly piped up with a wide-eyed expression, “Okay, but imagine someone asks about secret talents we have! Like, can you juggle? Because I've been working on my juggling skills!” 

“Juggling, huh?” I laughed, my eyes sparkling with amusement. “Show us what you got!” 

Grizzy stood, grabbing some empty snack boxes and setting them up as makeshift juggling balls. The whole group burst into laughter as he attempted to juggle, managing to drop one snack box repeatedly. 

“Not as easy as it looks, huh?” Droid chimed in, feigning a look of mock surprise. 

We all erupted into a fit of laughter, and suddenly I realized how lighthearted the atmosphere had become. In the middle of snacks, silly games, and camaraderie, the worries about the day faded away.

“Hey, we should probably meet up with everyone else soon, it's about an hour and half til we have to be at the table to get us all set up.” I suggested 

“I guess that means we need to save some snacks for later!” Puffer exclaimed, stuffing a hash brown into his mouth as if to emphasize his point. The sight sent us all into another giggle fit, our earlier excitement gearing up for the day ahead.

“Good call,” Pezzy said, glancing at the mess of wrappers and boxes strewn across the table. “We can’t leave a battlefield behind. And who knows, our fans might judge our snack choices!” 

Grizzy attempted to balance the empty boxes on his head, a joke in progress aimed to lighten our spirits even further. “The true test of a great gaming team is their snack strategy!” 

“Alright, let's get organized!” I chimed in, trying to rein in the hilarity to prepare us for the busier part of our day. I began packing up the remaining snacks in my snack bag, grateful for the shared light-heartedness we had cultivated. 

With everyone pitching in, we carefully sorted the snacks. Pezzy’s deft fingers worked to ensure everything was neatly stowed away, while I packed up my milkshake, cradling it in my hand as if it were a treasured possession. 

Once the area was tidied up, I glanced in the mirror across the room, adjusting my hair and giving myself a quick pep talk. I wanted to be fully present for our fans, ready to engage and share in their enthusiasm. 

“Ready to show the world what we’ve got?” I asked, turning back to face the group with a determined smile. Pezzy slung the bag over his shoulder, while grabbing my free hand as we exited the hotel and our room.

They returned my enthusiasm with cheers, collectively pumped for the meet-and-greet. “Let’s do this!” echoed through the small hotel room, harmonizing our shared jitters and excitement.

As we gathered our things, the anticipation in the air seemed to spark with every passing moment. Stepping into the hotel hallway, we faced a bustling PAX world that was alive with the energy of thousands of gamers, creators, and enthusiasts.

The sounds of chatter, laughter, and delighted squeals filled our ears as we made our way toward the expo floor. A vibrant tapestry of colors and sights greeted us—screens flashing gameplay footage, booths showcasing the latest games, and cosplayers parading by in all their elaborate glory. 

As we approached our designated area, the excitement bubbled like the fizzy sweetness of soda. I spotted the long table where we would meet fans, adorned with banners and signs that highlighted our presence. 

Waves of familiar faces began to appear, a mixture of anticipation and joy illuminating their expressions. I felt my heart race. This was what it was all about—the passion of the community wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

“Just remember, we’re here to have fun! Get to know our fans and let them know how much we appreciate them,” Pezzy said, squeezing my shoulder gently and kissing my cheek, grounding me amidst the whirlwind of activity.

The simple gesture—so tender and reassuring—sent a surge of warmth through me. The packed convention center buzzed with energy, but in that moment, everything else faded into the background. It was just me, Pezzy, and the unshakeable bond we shared.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I said, my voice steady as I adjusted my stance, taking a deep breath to fuel my excitement. The thought of meeting our fans filled me with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. These were the people who had cheered us on, shared our laughs, and accompanied us through our journeys.

As we approached the table, I caught a glimpse of some fans already waiting, their eyes sparkling with the thrill of anticipation. Some held memorabilia—action figures, posters, and even gaming consoles, eager for us to sign their treasures. Others wore shirts adorned with our logo, a testament of their support. Each face held a unique story, and I felt a deep desire to connect with them.

“Hi, folks!” I called out, an exuberant smile breaking across my face. The fans lit up in response, shouting back greetings that echoed like music in the lively hall. 

“Thank you for coming! We’re so excited to meet each and every one of you!”

A wave of laughter surged through the small gathering. It effectively broke the ice, melting any nerves that lingered in the air. As fans approached, the spirit of inclusion swelled and wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

One young girl, no older than eight, skipped forward with bright eyes glistening with excitement. “Can I have a goofy face picture with you?” she asked, her voice bubbling with glee. 

“Absolutely!” I exclaimed, dropping my silliness meter into overdrive. I pursed my lips and crossed my eyes, mimicking cartoonish characters, and Pezzy joined in, his exaggerated poses doubling the laughter. 

Click! The camera captured the moment, and her laughter rang in my ears—pure, unfiltered joy. 

Afterward, with her heart full of delight, she skipped away, waving her hands behind her. The ripple of happiness she left in her wake ignited a newfound eagerness within me. 

As much as I enjoyed eating snacks, it was the genuine connections I truly cherished. Each interaction revealed bits of our shared passions, and stories flowed like the sweetest honey as fans shared their exciting journeys through gaming, what inspired them, and even their favorite moments from our content. 

“Your songs on the last album release really helped me through some tough times,” one fan shared, visibly moved. “It made me feel like I wasn’t alone.” 

My heart squeezed at the sincerity of his words. “Thank you for sharing that with us,” I replied. “It means the world to know we can be a part of your journey. You’re not alone. We’re all in this together!” 

The day unfolded in a beautiful blur of laughter, gratitude, and the kind of camaraderie that bridged the gap between creator and fan. Pezzy expertly juggled conversations, signing autographs while ensuring that no fan felt overlooked. 

As the clock ticked by, and the line snaked ever longer, I felt a rush of fulfillment. “This is good for the soul,” I mused aloud to Pezzy during a brief respite. 

He smiled, eyes shining with warmth. “Exactly. Remember, this is more than just a job. We’re creating a community, and today we get to celebrate it.”

Just as we prepared for the next wave of fans, a commotion from the side caught our attention. A group of cosplayers made their entrance, dressed in elaborate costumes, each one more impressive than the last. The crowd erupted in cheers, and soon enough, they were heading our way—part of our ever-growing family.

With each laugh, each shared story, and each encouraging word, I felt a deeper connection with the very people who made what we did possible. Today was more than just a meet-and-greet; it was a testament to the joy of human connection, solidarity, and the love emanating from a community passionate about gaming and friendship. 

And through it all, Pezzy remained close, his presence a constant source of strength and light as we ventured deeper into this beautiful chaos. Together, we would forge a tapestry rich with stories—our own and those of the fans whose lives intertwined with ours. This was our world, and we were ready to embrace it.

Edits? - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Reader and Pezzy are yapping with chat

TW: Established Relationship, kissing,

“Chat today we are going to play a game with Grizzy, but we have about an hour and half to yap, and who else are we gonna yap with?” Pezzy said to his stream “My girlfriend, ___, hint the extra chair, that she probably won’t even sit in. She will be joining us soon. She is getting “dressed” aka she didn't want to be in her pjs on stream so she's getting into lounge wear.”

I heard him inform them of my antics, as I was walking to his office, which was comfortably cluttered, with bright LED lights casting playful shadows on the walls. Figurines of video games and animated characters adorned the space, while the faint glow of computer screens illuminated his excited face. The chat exploded with emojis and messages as soon as I entered. I knocked on the door to his office and walked in. “Hey babe.” I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips, he spun around in his chair to admire me. 

“Hey there, everyone! This is my girlfriend, ___, if you guys haven’t met her!” Pezzy beamed, gesturing dramatically with his hands as he introduced me. “Look at her! Isn’t she the best?” The chat buzzed with a chorus of praises and Q&A prompts. I could feel my smile grow with a mixture of excitement and the thrill of being in front of an online audience.

“Sorry for the delay,” I said with a grin as I took the seat beside him, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “I didn’t want to give you a fashion show in those cozy pajamas.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to distract the viewers with your effortless cuteness!” Pezzy teased, his eyes sparkling as he launched into an easy banter with the chat. I settled into my seat and watched the stream chat unfold, amused by the interactions.

“Ooo I like that question, have you seen Pezzy tiktok yet?” I read out loud, with my eyes cutting to Pezzy, as his smile grew and he raised his hand to cover his face. 

“Oh no, not that one!” Pezzy groaned, his face turning a shade darker as he turned back to the camera, an expression of mock horror etched on his features. The chat exploded with laughter and a flurry of comments about the infamous TikTok. I could practically hear their eagerness to expose Pezzy’s secret past.

“What did you do?” I teased, leaning forward with a playful glint in my eye. “You didn’t take a dive off a coffee table again, did you?”

Pezzy immediately waved his hands in frantic denial, but the smile couldn't escape his lips. “Okay, okay, maybe I encouraged them, chat, to make edits of the podcast, but it turned into “lEt’S mAkE eDiTs Of PeZzY.” sadly.” he confessed. "But in my defense, I was inspired, and the editing was top-notch!” 

“Oh baby, I have seen them all.” I respond with a devious smirk growing on my face. “Chat, do you think I have only one account?” I stare down into the camera, then switch to the monitor to watch the editors panic and throw a tizzy, revealing new information.

“Trust me, chat, when I say this: I see and have seen all the edits of my boyfriend, and LIKED THEM ALL. There's one that's my favorite and I have set it as my background on one of my settings- Well I take that back, there's two that are my favorite but only one of them made it to my background.” I said to chat as I was pulling out my phone. “The one that didn't make it as my background was Pezzy and I with Sugar by Flo Rida ft Wynter Gordon behind it, I LOVE that one so much! So if you did do that one, I would kiss ya on the cheek.” Pezzy looked over at me with a puzzled look but shrugged after it clicked in his head.

“NOWWW, for the one that made it to my background, is one where it started off with him talking about me accidentally hitting the horn on his car, and I blamed him, which had Candy by Doja Cat.” I started laughing as I pulled up the home screen, on my phone, with my finger holding it so the live picture would play. 

The moment my phone lit up, the vibrant colors of the live wallpaper came alive, showcasing Pezzy’s familiar smile. The clip started rolling, and instantly the room was filled with the infectious rhythm of “Candy” by Doja Cat, perfectly syncing with the humorous chaos that was about to unfold on my screen.

In the video, Pezzy animatedly recounted the day I’d accidentally laid into the car horn, caught in the exhilarating mix of surprise and irritation. “I mean, I’m just trying to park, and suddenly—BEEP BEEP—my car is announcing our arrival like a marching band!” His exaggerated expressions were priceless, his eyes wide and hands flying as he humorously detailed the encounter.

As the video played, the chat erupted with comments laughing at his antics. “Classic Pezzy!” floated by, alongside “Why didn’t I get to see that live?” The viewers were fully engaged, leaning into the hilarity unfolding in the clip.

I couldn’t help but laugh along, reliving the chaos of that day. “In my defense, I thought I was just changing the radio station!” I announced, punctuating my remark with a dramatic hand gesture. The laughter from the chat grew louder, and I felt warmth wash over me, knowing that the audience was with us in every moment of joy.

“Let’s not forget your very convincing argument that it was totally my fault!” Pezzy added, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I swear you could’ve sold it to a jury!”

“Oh please, I was merely pointing out that cars should come with an ‘I’m not ready’ warning! Cars and I are not friends,” I replied, visibly amused. A flurry of comments filled the chat—“She’s got a point!” and “Cars need to be more understanding!”

The video played on, and as Pezzy’s narration continued, he showcased each detail dramatically, especially when he got to the part where I burst out laughing, completely caught off guard by the horn honking. The clip concluded with a perfect freeze-frame of us laughing together, which elegantly transitioned into the beautiful background of my phone.

“See? Look how cute we are!” I declared, beaming as I turned my phone to show not just Pezzy’s expression but the candid moment we had shared. The chat exploded again, chaos and adoration entwined; it was a magical moment of connection, reminding everyone why they loved tuning in.

“I bet I’m not the only one who wished they could be an extra in our wild little life!” Pezzy winked at the camera, running a hand through his hair like the charming host he is.

Someone in the chat suggested a collaboration for “car confessions,” and that sent us both into essentially another round of fits of laughter. “Oh my gosh, what a disaster that would be! I’d probably just end up honking all the way to the grocery store!” I chuckled.  

“I can see it now—‘Welcome back to Pezzy and ___’s car confessions, where the only thing we hit is the horn!’” he joked, throwing his head back theatrically as if conducting a game show, and I totally played along, dramatically feigning surprise with a hand to my forehead.

The conversation flowed seamlessly as the viewers continued to drop in their car-related stories, sharing similar confessions of clumsiness behind the wheel. We knew we had tapped into something universally relatable, and it felt exhilarating to ride the wave of shared laughter.

As the stream continued, the laughter morphed into goofy ideas for challenges: “Pezzy’s Parking Challenge,” or “Confession Corner,” where viewers could send in stories while Pezzy and I laughed our way through them.

In that moment, I realized our connection with the audience had blossomed into something wonderfully organic, uniting us through shared experiences and laughter. You see, it wasn’t just about the giggles or the memes; it was about creating a space where everyone felt at home, welcoming the delightful chaos that life brings, and celebrating it together—with all our quirks. 

And as we leaned back in our chairs, recording our joyful banter, I felt grateful to share not just a stream, but a genuine piece of us with the world—a reminder that laughter really can be the sweetest candy of all.

“Chat, good luck on finding my secret account, not even Pezzy knows my secret accounts’ name.” I say with a small challenge

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.

Cat in what?! - Pezzy xF!reader

Summary: Pezzy sharing more than needed, but you just had to add on more

TW: English to spanish translation, established relationship

“Dónde estás meaning.” Pezzy said out loud as he was typing into google. “Yeah, where is? Where are you?”

“Um-uh WilltheMec thanks for the-uh- for the twoo months, bruh.” playfully appreciated 

User-name486: he’s learning *clap*

“I am learning! I know some spanish.” Pezzy claimed, “Like, taco and some inappropriate stuff ___ taught me.” 

Pezzy was all leaned back in his office rolly chair, stretching his arms out to each side. He looked into the camera and shook his head in a “yes” motion, but keeping his lips sealed.

“Like-um what's that one meat?” He questioned out loud “There's meat, I forgot what it's called.” He started rubbing his right eye, while reading chat.

“No. Uh-what's the one-uh the one chipotle; what is it called?” Pezzy stumbled through his words confusingly

“No-chip- Oh it is the chorizo? I think it might be that.” He agreed with chat with an uncertainty in his voice.

“Mahah- No it's barbacoa!” Pezzy laughed out at realization at his stupidity 

“There it is! Lets gooo.” Pezzy spewed with excitement “See I know 2 meats,I'm good at meats;  well anyway” Pezzy skipped through.

Name!user!!: what has ___ taught you

“Uh, what ___ taught me um-uh-haha I probably shouldn't say. She would probably kill me not gonna lie.” Pezzy let out a chuckle, playing it safe for ___’s safe.

“I want to learn another language, but at the same time I don't care since I got ___ to translate and order for me. Heheh” Pezzy snickered as if he found a life cheat code.

Then his office door opened and ___ stuck her head through the opening, making sure the camera could see her. Pezzy turned around to look at her, with an innocent looking face like “please don't kill”.

“Quiero a mi novia gata que está en sus pantalones.” she said out loud for the microphone to pick up, so chat could hear her. (I want my girlfriend's cat that's in her pants.)

“Babe! I wasn't going to say that on camera!” Pezzy yelled at her with his face turning red, as he started laughing that she said it so nonchalantly.

“Stay scarred chat!” __ walked out of the room after that, as Pezzy was trying not to die of embarrassment

“Love you babe, also chat please send me that clip.” You could hear ___ yell outside the door.