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Bed Chem - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Reader is a famous musician performing their hit song, Bed Chem, with a special surprise at the end.

cw: f!reader, suggestive material

AN: Heavily inspired by @chaos-chloe's fic Juno! Thought I'd try my hand at one of my favorite songs from Sabrina Carpenter, ending pose inspired from the Nashville show!

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As I was finishing laying my heart on stage during “Lie To Girls”, I caught a glimpse of the security guard at the end of the stage signal to Pezzy with a discreet thumbs up which he returned.

The lights go down low as we all get in our spots for one of my favorite numbers, “Bed Chem”. It’s all about love, sultriness, and embodying the sexiest part of ourselves. My outfit, with the little see-through shawl, is so cute and adds the perfect amount of sexy coverage.

As I hear the opening beats, I get into position laying on the round bed cornered on the stage. My dancers, strutting along with the screen curtains, closing them as we get a little steamy for this next song.

I smile at the camera hidden above me while my picture blooms on the screens to my adoring audience. 

If Pezzy’s jaw could drop any farther, it would be on the floor like a cartoon character. He looks to the guys, eyes almost bulging out, in adoration for his girlfriend. The guys were wearing big smiles in support of their best friend, Grizzy patting his back hard out of excitement.

“Bro, look at your girl!” Grizzy says.

“I was expecting a lot but this is even better,” Pezzy said, turning into the widest smile he could muster.

Feeling the energy from the crowd, I wink towards the camera as I began the first verse.

“I was in a sheer dress the day that we met

We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec”

I sang, switching my arm and leg positions to add some alluring energy to my performance.

“You're friendin' me up so we could connect

And what are the odds? You sent me a text”

I sang, thinking about how Pezzy and I first met. I was good friends with Grizzy for a few years due to our music connection, featuring on some of his unreleased beats he was working on. I ended up over their house for a party they were throwing and Pezzy immediately caught my eye. 

We talked for hours at that party and the next day, he added me on everything, including Discord, and we got to chatting. A lot.

“And now the next thing I know, I'm like

Manifest that you're oversized

I digress, got me scrollin' like

Out of breath, got me goin' like”

I can’t lie, the second he followed me I did a little deep dive on his Instagram. This line reigns true to exactly how I felt seeing his posts for the first time. How adorable his smile was, how big that mirror is…

As I continue the vocals, I turn to the opening on the bed as the curtains open up to reveal me to the audience for the first time. I am greeted by the roars of screams of my fans.

“Who's the cute boy with the white jacket

And the thick accent? Like

Ooh (ah)”

My brain immediately goes to my love for Pezzy’s fashion sense. His countless jackets, my favorite being his varsity ones, were my inspiration. He always shows up and out when planning his outfits; simple but stylish.

“Maybe it's all in my head

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem”

My dancers (aka best friends) joined me on the bed on stage, pulling off their choreography seamlessly. I join them in the movements, feeling like I’m floating with adrenaline, being able to do the job I love, performing for the love of my life.

“How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense

How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things”

One of my favorite lines, I make eye contact with Pezzy right in front of me, signaling a spark between us that is only getting stronger. I hold the contact with him for the next few lines as I get on all fours, seeing a slight smirk on his face.

“That's bed (bed) chem (chem)

How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessed

Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good-”

My girls come file next to and behind me getting ready for the next verse, a cheeky play on words that seems to be in everyone’s head. 

“Come ride on me, I mean, camaraderie

Said you're not in my time zone but you wanna be

Where art thou? Why not upon-eth me?

See it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy”

The teasing choreography only added to the screams of the audience. Hearing the audience sing my lyrics back to me was even more fulfilling, bringing a sense of joy and fun to humans that want to let loose and embrace our connection of love.

“Who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes

And the big bad mm? Like”

I twirl my hair around my finger, finding Pezzy again in the audience, looking for his bright eyes. Every one of our movements are calculated and I especially needed that calculated look to be right on him for this song.

“I know it sound a bit redundant”

I sing, as I drop it low, legs spread, eyes on him. The audience is quite hard to see in this lighting but I think you could see his jaw drop from across the arena. His jaw drop turned into his cheeky smile he does, his tongue caught in his teeth, as he shakes his head at me in disbelief.

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem”

My male dancers joined me on stage, about to take their respective  partners of my girl dancers for the rest of the song, producing their own pretend “bed chem” on stage.

“How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense (just makes sense)

How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things

That's bed (bed) chem (oh, that's bed chem)

How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessed (so obsessed)

Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good (bed chem)”

I look around at my girls on the bed with the biggest smiles on their faces as we roll around the bed, hitting the sexiest poses we could think of, hitting each beat as I deliver my next lines.

“And I bet we'd both arrive at the same time (bed chem)

And I bet the thermostat's set at six-nine (bed chem)

And I bet it's even better than in my head (my, ooh)”

During the interlude of the song, we do a little choreography laying on the bed as the camera comes back above us. 

Pezzy gives a goofy salute to the boys as he gets over the barricade they were standing at. They all look at him like he was crazy, Grizzy trying to grab his shoulder but decides against it because he knows what he’s doing. Right?

The security guard escorts him to the side of the stage quickly so he can make his big cue. Girls are screaming as they see him being escorted, wondering what was going on. 

As I deliver the vocals for the last chorus, we come back to the audience as my girls slowly slink off the bed to go to their stage partners. 

I look out at the audience and make out the figures of the guys, minus one, knowing my plan is in action. At this point, Pezzy is backstage, holding the camera that will cast his perspective of me to my enamoured fans.

I am the last one on the bed, getting out of the straddle position I was in. I look in the side mirror and catch the eyes of Pezzy, waiting for his turn with the most evil smile I have ever seen on him. It was one of pride, mischief, and love in his smile and eyes. 

I smirk back, milking the situation we are in as much as I can. Looking at myself in the back mirror, I get on all fours and push my butt out to the audience which was met with screams from everyone.

Pezzy sneaks out from behind the set with his camera, making sure to get some good angles (as I told him to do) which are shown on the big screens.

“Oh shit!” As if it couldn’t get more distinct in voices, we could tell it was Droid and Grizzy screaming for us. Puffer just stood astounded that 1) Pezzy is doing this and 2) he’s doing it in front of thousands of people. 

He’s in front of thousands of people on the daily for streams, but this? Never would’ve seen it coming.

I mouth ‘Hi baby’ and wave to the camera between my vocalizations before the camera cuts out and the curtains close on the bed.

Only left with our silhouettes, I grab his face and give him a quick but big kiss before doing our rehearsed ending sequence.

I grab the fuzzy handcuffs from under one of the pillows and wave them in his face. He grabs them from my hand and pushes me down on the bed and spreads my legs and moves closer on his knees to me.

Too quickly, the silhouette fades and is replaced by a kiss print to save the rest to imagination.

We ran backstage since I have to go do a quick change for the next segment of the show but not before I planted a big kiss and hug on him.

“You were so incredible,” Pezzy says, bear hugging me. 

“Thank you, I really am so happy you did this, you make me so happy,” I say, holding his cheeks.

He kisses me on the forehead as he goes back with the security guard back to their spots in the audience. He was met back with aggressive head rubs and pats on the back for their buddy, ready for whatever more the show has to offer.

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Heartbeat Hazard — Pezzy x Reader

f!reader, gaming chaos, fluff, teasing romance, soft pezzy, heart rate monitor, request🦋

The glow of Pezzy’s gaming monitors bathed the small room in a mix of blues and purples. He was mid-stream, the guys’ laughter echoing through his headset as they explored the creepy halls of an abandoned asylum in their multiplayer horror game. His heart rate monitor was visible on the screen, the numbers holding steady at 80 BPM as he expertly dodged a ghost that nearly cornered him. “Pezzy, my guy, your heart rate’s too normal,” Droid teased. “I’m starting to think you’re immune to fear.” “Don’t jinx it,” Pezzy replied, his voice steady but focused. “Y’all know how these games go. One big scare, and I’m done for.” “Done for? Bro, you’d have a better chance surviving Y/N walking into the room looking—” Smii7y started, but he never got to finish his sentence. Because just then, the door to Pezzy’s gaming room creaked open, and you walked in. Fresh from the shower, your damp hair clung to your shoulders, and the soft, slightly damp robe hugged your figure in a way that made it impossible not to notice.

You didn’t think much of it—you were just popping in to grab a charger from the desk near him. But for Pezzy, the sight of you rendered him completely useless. His heart rate monitor spiked immediately, jumping from 80 to 120 BPM, as he froze in his seat. The guys noticed instantly. “Yo!” Droid shouted. “What the hell just happened? Pezzy, you good, bro? Did the ghost get you?” “Forget the ghost,” Puffer chimed in, cracking up. “Pezzy just died in real life. His heart rate shot up like 40 points in two seconds!” You paused, confused by the sudden outburst. Turning your head, you caught a glimpse of Pezzy’s screen, where his heart rate monitor was flashing wildly, the numbers climbing higher and higher. Then you looked at him, his face flushed and his jaw slightly slack as he stared at you. “Wait…” you said, a slow grin spreading across your face. “Was that because of me?” “Don’t,” Max said quickly, his voice strained as his gaze darted from you to the screen. “Don’t say it.” “Oh, it was definitely her,” Grizzy laughed, practically wheezing.

“Y/N, what are you even wearing? My man’s heart can’t take it!” “It’s just a robe,” you replied innocently, though the mischievous glint in your eye betrayed you. You turned to Pezzy, leaning on the edge of his desk. “You okay, babe? You seem a little… distracted.” His heart rate spiked again, and the guys erupted into another round of laughter. “Bro, this is better than the game!” Puffer howled. “We don’t even need the ghost to kill him—Y/N’s got it covered.” “I hate you all,” Max muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “And you,” he said, pointing at you. “Stop.” “Stop what?” you asked, feigning innocence as you leaned in closer, your damp hair brushing his shoulder. “I’m just standing here.” His heart rate monitor hit a new high, and Droid lost it completely. “Someone call 911! We’re losing him!” You couldn’t help but laugh as you straightened up, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’ll leave you to your game,” you teased, heading for the door. “Try not to die, okay?” The door closed behind you, and Max let out a shaky breath, leaning back in his chair.

“Pezzy,” Puffer said through his laughter, “you’re the first guy to die in a horror game without even leaving the safe zone. Congrats, man.” “Y’all are the worst,” Pezzy grumbled, though the small, lingering smile on his face said otherwise. The game continued after you left the room, but Max was a shadow of his usual self. His responses were delayed, his movements clunky, and his heart rate refused to dip below 100 BPM. Every time someone teased him, it only made it worse. “Pezzy, focus up, bro,” Droid said between laughs. “We’re in the middle of a hunt, and you’re still recovering from Y/N’s jumpscare.” “She’s not a jumpscare,” Max shot back, his voice flustered. “She just—” “Walked in and broke your brain,” Grizzy finished for him, snickering. “It’s okay, man. We get it. Love does things to a guy.” “Shut up,” Max grumbled, trying—and failing—to regain focus. His character rounded a corner in the game, and the ghost appeared out of nowhere, screeching as it lunged toward him.

Max yelped, slamming his keyboard as his heart rate monitor spiked again. “He’s dead again!” Droid cackled, his laughter echoing through the headset. “Double kill—ghost and Y/N, tag team champions of the night!” Max let out a long, defeated groan as his character crumpled to the ground. “I’m done. I’m so done,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair. The guys howled with laughter as Max reached for his headset, muting himself as he leaned back with a heavy sigh. He glanced at the door, debating whether to follow you or finish the stream, but he knew he didn’t stand a chance of focusing with you still on his mind. “Alright, chat,” he said, unmuting briefly to address his audience. “We’re calling it for tonight. Thanks for hanging out, and uh… yeah, see you next time.” He ended the stream quickly, ignoring the flood of teasing messages from his chat. Peeling off his headset, Max stood and headed out of the gaming room, following the soft hum of music into the living room. You were curled up on the couch in your robe, scrolling through your phone, completely at ease.

“Done gaming already?” you teased without looking up, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, well,” Max started, running a hand through his hair, “it’s hard to focus when my girlfriend decides to look like that.” You laughed, setting your phone down as he came closer. “It’s just a robe, Max.” “No, it’s a distraction,” he corrected, sitting down beside you. “You literally derailed my entire stream.” You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Should I apologize?” He grinned, shaking his head. “No, but you should probably make it up to me.” You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And how do you propose I do that?” Leaning in, he brushed a hand over your damp hair, his smile softening. “Just stay here,” he said simply, pulling you into his arms. “No heart rate monitor. No jumpscares. Just us.” You let yourself relax against him, his warmth chasing away the chill from your still-damp robe. “You’re impossible, you know that?” And you’re dangerous,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Awaken To Love

Summary: A gentle sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the bedroom floor. The usual sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves filled the air, but there was something different about this morning.

TW: Soft love morning, established relationship, kisses, heart warming

You slowly stirred from your slumber, warmth enveloping you like a soft blanket. The soothing presence at your side belonged to Grizzy, your boyfriend, who had an incredible way of making every morning feel extraordinary. His arm was draped over you, and a sense of safety and contentment washed over you.

As you sat up, the faint aroma of coffee wafting from the kitchen beckoned you. But first, you decided to complete your morning ritual of makeup application. You loved this part of your day, it was your time to shine. Opening your cherished makeup pallet—a rainbow of colors and glimmers—your breath caught in your throat. Nestled amongst the shimmering shadows was a note, neatly folded and adorned with a tiny heart.

With trembling fingertips, you opened it, and a warm blush crept across your cheeks as you read the words penned by Grizzy: "I am falling in love with you every. single. day." Your heart fluttered; no ordinary message could evoke such intense warmth and joy. It was like a sprinkle of magic had descended upon your mundane routine, enveloping you in a cocoon of affection.

Eager to express your gratitude and love, you turned to Grizzy, still peacefully asleep. His tousled hair and serene expression melted your heart all over again. You couldn’t help but smile. With a soft kiss on his forehead, you whispered, "Thank you for this wonderful surprise."

Grizzy stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and a sleepy smile spread across his face. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, pulling you closer. In that moment, all was right in the world. You both shared a perfect intimacy that felt like a piece of art—an unspoken bond that connected your souls.

After a warm breakfast filled with laughter and playful banter, you both decided to make the most of the day. It was a special Saturday, and the annual Autumn Festival was in full swing in the town square. With vibrant decorations and the sweet smell of caramel apples wafting in the air, the festival was a celebration of life, love, and the magic of togetherness.

Hand in hand, you meandered through the lively crowd. You enjoyed the vast array of food stalls, opened your hearts to live music, and giggled at the silly carnival games. Each moment felt like a treasure, and Grizzy’s charming jokes, along with the closeness you shared, filled your heart to the brim.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and lavender, you found a quiet spot under a giant oak tree, where autumn leaves danced around you. Sitting side by side and sharing your dreams, fears, and aspirations, you both carved a place in each other's hearts that felt everlasting.

“Can you believe this?” Grizzy asked, eyes twinkling with excitement as he pointed towards the horizon. “Every day feels like an adventure with you, and I can’t wait to keep falling in love with you even more.” 

Your heart swelled with joy as you thought of what the future could hold—filled with countless mornings of whispered notes, warm embraces, and magic moments under the stars.

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.

Herbal - Grizzy x Reader

Summary: Friday night with your lover and herbs

TW: herbs = weed, Established relationship, a lil handsy and cuddles

in a cozy little apartment, nestled in the heart of a bustling city, there lived a couple named ___ and Grizzy. They had been together for a while, sharing countless adventures and creating memories that would last a lifetime. Friday nights were their special time, a ritual of unwinding from the week’s stress with some laughter, snacks, and, of course, their favorite herbal remedy.

On one particularly chilly Friday evening, ___ and Grizzy settled onto their well-loved couch, a soft blanket draped over them, and a bowl of buttered popcorn resting between them. The room was dimly lit by the golden glow of fairy lights, casting playful shadows that danced along the walls. The world outside faded away as they shared stories, laughter, and occasional goofy antics.

As the night progressed, Grizzy, ever the lighthearted spirit, started to feel the magic of the moment sweep over him. His eyes sparkled like stars, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hey,” he leaned over, whispering dramatically, “what if we build a blanket fort? Like, a magical kingdom where we rule as the Supreme Pudding Monarchs!” 

___ giggled, feeling that familiar warmth of comfort wash over, the kind that turned thoughts into cuddly bubbles. “You mean the kingdom where you eat all the pudding and I’m left with just spoons?” They both erupted into laughter, a symphony of joy echoing through their cozy space.

Grizzy, feeling playful, couldn’t resist the urge to get a little handsy. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around ___, pulling her into the perfect snuggle. His fingers danced along ___’s arm, making silly shapes, claiming them as the kingdom of 'Cuddleville.'

With his giggles growing louder, Grizzy’s mischievous side kicked in. “You can't escape, my queen! You’re forever trapped in Cuddleville!” he declared, and continued to nuzzle ___’s neck, painting the air with warmth and affection.

___, on the other hand, melted deeper into the couch, embracing the serenity of being wrapped in Grizzy’s playful energy. Each friendly poke and playful squeeze made her heart swell with adoration. She loved these moments, where the worries of the world melted away and all that existed was them, lost in their bubble of joy.

Yet, as Grizzy continued to be a bundle of energy, ___ found solace in the quietness her high brought. She savored the giggles, the cuddles, and the unique bond they shared, letting out a soft, contented sigh. “We should just stay here forever,” she murmured, drifting off slightly, her head resting against Grizzy’s shoulder.

“Forever sounds perfect. In Cuddleville, time doesn’t exist,” Grizzy replied, his voice softer now, laced with a hint of sleepy silliness. The two basked in the warmth and simplicity of their love, imagining a world where nothing mattered but laughter and closeness.

As the night wore on, the fairy lights flickered like distant stars, and the city outside hummed a soothing lullaby. In their little corner of the universe, ___ and Grizzy danced through moments of giggles and warmth, creating a night filled with enchanting memories that would forever linger, like a sweet spell cast on a perfect Friday night.

Devastating Dinner

Summary: On the eve of her third anniversary with her boyfriend, Droid, she prepared a special surprise dinner reserved at their favorite restaurant.

TW: Angst, Breakup, Tears

Dressed in a beautiful blue dress that sparkled like the night sky, she felt a thrill blossom in her heart as she arrived at the restaurant, excitement swirling around her like confetti. Every minute that ticked by, however, chipped away at her anticipation. The table was set, the candles flickered in soft hues, but the only sound was the clinking of glasses and the distant hum of laughter around her. 

After thirty minutes, ___ felt a pang of concern. She pulled out her phone, only to be greeted with a notification that sent her heart plummeting. Droid had gone live on Twitch. Her mind raced back to their earlier conversations, her gentle reminders about the upcoming anniversary. Surely, he couldn’t have forgotten amidst the stream of game notifications and viewer comments swirling around him.

___’s heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. With a heavy sigh, she settled her bill, leaving behind a generous tip for the server whose pitying glance made her heart ache even more. With each step toward the exit, she held her head high, determined to carry the weight of unfulfilled hope like a badge of honor. After all, she was strong—unbreakable.

Once she reached the sanctuary of her home, a fortress where she could finally shed the façade of feminine strength, the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sank into her couch, feeling the solitude wrap around her like a heavy blanket. At that moment, she reached for her phone and typed out a simple yet profound message to her once closest friend: "Hopefully one day, you'll remember."

___ stared at the screen, the words blinking back at her like a distant star flickering in the night sky. "Hopefully one day, you'll remember." It seemed so simple yet carried the weight of a thousand heartfelt moments all piled into one. Each word resonated with the echo of hopes unfulfilled, and as she pressed send, it felt like a stone dropped into a silent pond, creating ripples that would spread far beyond that moment.

The tears that had flowed like a river now began to dry, replaced by a stirring resolve within her heart. She wiped her cheeks, each stroke reminding herself that she was more than a relationship.

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.

Oblivious Friends - Grizzy X Reader/ Clooless Pod X Reader

Summary: Unknown relationships can happen right underneather your nose, but are you really that sneaky?

TW: Cursing, podcasting, established relationship, online persona known as raye. if i missed anything lmk

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*Hey, anyway that you're free for like 3 hours, in like 30 or less minutes sweetheart? *

*I think it’s your lucky day cuz I just need to put up my groceries*

*Why what’s up, love? *

*Our special guest backed out due to some travel complications, and we said to our audience that it’s someone “famous” ….*

*HAhaha, ofc let me put if my cold items and I’ll be over*

*wait, to puff's house, right? *

*Yes honey, do I need to resend his address?*

*nope! I got it in our previous messages!*

*i'll see you in 30ish minutes love*

I finished organizing my fridge and freezer groceries, grabbed one of my bottles of gamer supps that I stole from the Grizzly bear. Slipped on my white off brand converse with my keys in hand, off to my new adventures for guys.

After zooming in and around traffic for 15 minutes I arrived at BigPuffers house. I texted my lover that I am here and not wanting to cause a big scene. 

*Hey babes, I’m here. Just wanted to let you know it me at the door so tell Puffer not to pull a gun on me again please LMAO*

I got out of my car, door shut and locked it so no one would steal it. I was fixing my outfit as I was walking towards the front door. I did a mentally checked that I had everything I needed, keys, purse, drink, phone and gum. I knocked on the door, patiently waiting for someone to answer. I heard the top lock unlock, when the door opened it was my lover. When he invited me into BigPuffers house, I put my purse on the entry side table by the door. I turned around and reached my arms up so he would give me a hug. He responded with a small chuckle and wrapped his muscle arms around my waist.

“Don't you look gorgeous as always babe.” he whispered into my ear with a small peck on the side of my head, as he was pulling away from me

“Trust me babe, the laid-back look is for you.” I whispered back while biting my lip and wink from my left eye. He shook his head like it was unbelievable. 

“Come on, let's get you to the podcast room.” Grizzy said taking my elbow since my hands were full of my stuff.

“Hi Megan, I know you're somewhere in the house, gorgeous!” I shouted into the house not seeing her anywhere.

“Hi ___! Good Luck on the podcast with those fools!” I heard Megan respond back to me. I laughed at her. 

We were walking back to the “spare” room, which was turned into the Clooless podcast room. Grizzy's hand was slipping from my elbow to my back, down to my butt and he got himself a handful before we were in front of the guys. I shook my head that he was so confident in private just not in front of the guys. Grizzy entered the room before me due to him taking the lead to open the door for me.

“Guess who I convinced to join us at the last minute?” Grizzy asked the boys. 

“Uhh-erm-I don't know.” I heard from Pezzy, Droid, and Puffer.

I jumped into the room with my arms out like a kid surprising his best friend after not seeing them forever.

“Raye!”“___!”“___!” The boys all hopped up to greet me or give me a hug. 

After giving hugs out and briefly catching up on life after it being a couple of months of seeing them. The last time I saw them was the day after Puffer moved into his new house. I was helping Megan unpack and sort everything out so we could have a girl talk but still getting her stuff put up. They all sat down in the respected spot, camera already rolling, I was looking at them waiting for them to tell me where I was going to sit.

“Here ___, take this pillow so you can either sit on the floor comfortably or sit in between Pezzy and Droid.” Puffer said while handing me a fluffy black pillow.

“Alrighty, I'll probably switch in between the couch and the floor.” I informed the boys on the couch giving them a heads up. 

I sat my cup on the table in front of Pezzy, putting the pillow on the floor but sat on the couch so I can start the podcast off comfy. 

“Dude that cup goes; wait that cup goes hard.” Grizzy exclaimed

“What? Wait, that one?” Pezzy pointed at my cup.

“The manga panels?” Droid questioned while looking at it.

“Yeah we talked about that one.” Pezzy said stating the obvious

“Yeah that one makes me hard.” Droid jokes

Grizzy stares down at Pezzy, while his right hand is doing the “gimme gimme” motion, till Pezzy hands him my Gamer Supps black and white cup.

“Alright, okay there you go man.” Pezzy carefully handed him the cup. Everyone laughs with each other with how Grizzy is acting.

“Be careful with my cup now, I didn't bring extra flavors with me.” I stated to Grizzy

“He’s like a little kid, ‘let me see it’.” Pezzy mocks Grizzy

“I don't know how to react to that.” Puffer states, as Pezzy and Droid laughs

“Grizzy, you know that I stole that cup from you, right?” I asked 

“Wait how’d you steal it?” Puffer asked, I responded with a smile and wink. Grizzy didn't see that due to him twirling the cup around to see all the panels.

“WHAT? Why didn't I know this was missing?!” Grizzy questioned like I just took away his favorite toy as he is still examining the cup. I shrug my shoulders while taking my cup back so I can get a drink. I sat down on the pillow due to me being a bit squashed between the guys. 

“Bruh, that is hard.” Grizzy says while mesmerized by the cup, mostly the booba’s that are on it.

“Nothing, it's just a very cool cup.” Droid comments

“Yeah, why do you think I stole it?” I questioned the group with a smile on my face, flipping the cap close while looking at Grizzy with a slight mischievous look. 

“That's the, uh, the collection of the, like their whole waifu drop or whatever.” Puffer educates us on Gamer Supp.

“Yeah, that was like their season seven and they like put it all one” Pezzy says looking a me on the floor

“Every content creator or is it just random?” Droid asked wanting to learn more

“Huh, didn’t think of that.” I said while handing it back to Grizzy cause he wanted to look at the cup again.

“No, their own waifu.” Pezzy answered looking back at me but i was looking at Droid

“Oh, so people should use code Cloo at checkout,” Grizzy plugged as I made finger guns towards the camera

“Code Cloo or link in the description.” Droid echoed 

“I like that, I like that, no gonna lie to you man.” Grizzy agreed with Droid

“Oh my god, we can NOT start the episodes like this.” Puffer moaned

“We can't just start plugging.” Pezzy nonchalantly, I mouthed to the camera to use code Cloo or Griz at checkout with a wink. I started laughing to myself

“Yeah, we can. Take your own Cloo.” Grizzy and Droid said as Pezzy laughed and puffer shaking his head.

“Ayo we just bought a house, Code Cloo.’ Droid informed the camera pointing to himself and Grizzy.

“Now can I please have my cup back?” I groaned

“Help, help.” Grizzy mocked droid begging for money

“Was that a good intro?” Droid questioned Puffer

“It was a good intro but guys, a special guest is here!” Puffer exclaimed

“Yeah, guys I'm here!” i sang while putting my hands on my chin smiling big

“This isn't totally last minutes at all,” Droid sang back while i turned my head to face him with a frown

“Come on Droid I know you're happy to see me.” I sarcastically said while throwing my arms around him giving him a second hug.

Droid starts full body laughing with me basically in his lap, as he wrapped his arms around me to return the hug. Once I got situated back to my spot in between the boys, I looked over at Grizzy who was tight lipped smiling. I knew he was mad or jealous, but it was his idea that we had to hide our relationship from the guys and fans. I gave him a quick questionary look, as he looked at his wrist to signal that we will talk about it later, hopefully after the podcast. 

“Alright alright hands off me woman.” Droid jesters with me for the camera

“Yo, what's up? Welcome back to the Clooless podcast, Episode 6. We are on 6 right? Anyway, we are here with, of course, our special guest, Raye.” Droid finally does the intro

“Yeah, yes I couldn't remember how to count in Spanish.” Grizzly struggled to figure out as Pezzy was counting to six in Spanish on his fingers.

“See he is bilingual; he is my dawg.” Droid said to Puffer

“I am disappointed.” Puffer commented

“Count to 10 in Spanish” Pezzy demanded of Puffer

“How do you say 11 in Spanish? Grizzy

“Uhhh- that's a good question.” Droid responded sounding lost, Pezzy threw his head back laughing and Grizzy started to wheeze.

“Once,” I answered, since Droid didn't know. (eleven)

“I could kiss you, right now. Don't play with me Raye. You know Spanish?” Droid played flirted with me

“Sí, sé hablar español. Aprendí el idioma desde que era un bebé.” I replied to Droid in Spanish. (Yes, I know how to speak Spanish. I learned the language since I was a baby)

“WHAaatt?!” All the guys seemed to gaspingly yell in unison. 

“What? I know English, French and Spanish.” I informed the guys, I was slightly shocked and hurt that Grizzy didn't remember that. 

“See now rewind back, I cannot count 11 - 19 in Spanish, but 20s and up, I can” Droid tried to defend himself. Seems like he caught on to my disappointed reaction and was trying to take the heat off of me. 

“You add an extra at the end of it, right?” Puffer asked

“Exactly its veintiuno, veintidos. Thats 20s, now 11-19 fuck all.” Droid counted (21.22)

“I don't remember at all.” Grizzy said while shaking his head

“Droid you better stop now, you got that Spanish rizz going for ya. You're making Grizzy fluster.” I joked around with Droid, while leaning on Pezzy a bit. 

As I was finally a little comfortable, I looked at Puffer and winked, he started laughing and shaking his head. I heard a weird noise, so I flicked my head around to look at Grizzy and I could see him clenching his pants in his fist. Since Pezzy let me lean on him for a while as he was trying to figure out how to count 11 - 19 in Spanish;  he thought he figured it out he sat straight up and asked Droid. Which led to me sliding off the couch to sit back down on the floor, where my butt pillow sat for my “assigned” spot. I looked at Grizzy when I was sitting, and he had an apprehensive look on his face to see I was finally away from the guys. 

Later on down the night, we wrap up the podcast with one last thought or topic on Puffer's brain.

“Wait, Raye, how do you know Grizzy?” Puffer asked

“Grizzy and I met through our connection of music. As some people know me from singing, Grizzy actually made one of the beats to one of my top 10 songs.” I explained while smiling and looking at him.

“Also, it has turned out to be one of my personal favorite songs too!” i exclaimed with giddiness 

“Yeah, we met through one of her producers that I knew and bam we met irl, and we clicked from then on and kept in contact.” Grizzy added onto the story while looking around in the room but ended up staring back at me.

“To add on to our story, we have actually been dating for a couple months now too.” Grizzy revealed.

“I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING ON!” Puffer yelled while getting up like if the Dallas Cowboys scored a touchdown. I was full of shock that Grizzy decided to go public and started belly laughing at puffer's reaction. I was happy the cat was finally out of the bag, no more hiding.

I got out of my criss-cross applesauce position on the floor and walked over and sat on Grizzy’s lap, like I was claiming my area if I were an animal. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and snuggled into his side

“Alright let's wrap it up now!” Puffer says walking back into the camera frame

“We wanna say Q&A?” Puffer ask Droid and Pezzy

“Sure” “Oh yeah” Droid and Pezzy acknowledged

“So next episode we want to do a Q&A, leave a comment below of a question you might have, that you want to ask us. Could be something that you're curious about that you heard on the podcast, and you're like can you explain this more? Tell us more about it? UH just leave it below in the YouTube comments or Spotify comments, um, Apple comments." Puffer explained to the camera for the audience/fans.

“All of the above.” Droid expanded on Puffer explanation

“While you are there, rate the podcast 5 stars!” I yelled and pointed my finger at the camera

“Also, I better not see or hear any questions about our super personal life.” i said threatening the fans

“Yes, baby we know. I won't answer anything ridiculous, you know this.” Grizzy said to calm me down as his arms squeezed around my hips, possessively.

“Alright guys, use Code Cloo.”” Stay Clooless” “Save money” “10% OFF AT CHECKOUT”

Roblox Shenanigans - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: You and Pezzy play Roblox Doors {Clip inspo, link at the bottom}

TW: cursing, established relationship,

It was an ordinary Thursday in our extraordinary realm. The sun had set, casting a soft glow over our screens, and the rain pattered gently against the window, almost synchronizing with the rhythm of our keyboards, when Pezzy and I decided on a challenge. An ambitious one, filled with mysterious tunnels, hidden treasures, and lurking monsters.

“Where do we go, Mrs. Pezzy?” he teased, exaggerating the formality as I regained my composure after my previous mishap. He knew I always had a plan, despite our shenanigans. I could hear his laughter ringing from across the digital divide, making me chuckle as I fought off monsters in our virtual world.

With dramatic flair, I leaned closer to the screen, my character poised at the entrance of the split tunnels: the path of the unknown. “Into the right tunnel!” I declared, confidence lacing my voice. But never had I fathomed that a vile creature would leap from the shadows, its growl reverberating through my headphones—a cacophony of terror. The instant my character was devoured, I felt as if I’d just lost a crucial battle in a war I wasn’t even prepared to fight. 

“Did you die?” he chuckled, muffled behind his hands, still shaking with laughter. I could envision him—his playful grin wielding a power all its own. 

“No,” I said, the witty sarcasm dripping off my tongue. I slapped my forehead dramatically, accentuating my severe case of digital misfortune, despite the chuckles exploding like fireworks from Pezzy on the other side of the microphone. His laughter echoed louder than the game itself, a spellbinding melody composed by sheer joy.

As his laughter echoed into the digital abyss, Pezzy's character stood frozen before the ominous Door 0131, a gate to untold nightmares. “Alright it’s this one, duh.” He said overly cocky, I watched as he confidently approached, excitement shimmering in his words. It was the perfect setup for chaos, and I could hardly keep my composure, knowing I would soon be gifted with a front-row seat to his impending fate.

“That was so funny, how that just happened,” Pezzy remarked, still trying to gather his breath from my previous misadventure. His character seemed to leer at mine with a hint of defiance, ready to unravel the mysteries that lurked beyond the door he was about to open.

With a click, the door swung wide, unleashing a flurry of terrifying pixels—a grotesque black blob spiraled forth, tentacles writhing menacingly, and blood-red eyes piercing through the digital heart of the game. Pezzy’s reaction was immediate; a scream erupted from him like a geyser, filling the air with a shockwave of sheer terror.

In that moment, I was overcome with laughter, the kind that blisters the stomach and threatens to burst from every seam. I could feel my cheeks heating up, my skin turning a glossy red like a shiny garnet, as I wheezed for air in my rollercoaster of a reaction. The disconnect of our virtual facades and our real lives allowed for a hilarity that I rarely experience—a shared connection spike across headset wires.

“Oh, karma’s a bitch, ain't it, lovey?” I quipped through my half-laughter, half-gasping breaths, a triumphant smirk plastered across my face.

Pezzy, still rooted to the spot, looked as though the blob had stolen his voice entirely, his character’s legs trembling backward in a parody of cowardice. This was payback long awaited, revenge served cold amidst our friendly rivalry.

Pezzy, still recovering from the unexpected jump scare that had jolted him into disarray, took a moment to recalibrate himself. “Okay, okay, that was totally unexpected!” he exclaimed, his breath hitching between laughter and disbelief. As he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, the remnants of his fright blended with the joy of our shared experience, like the afterglow of a summer storm. “But you don’t have to make it worse by laughing!”

“Ah, but see, that’s the beauty of gaming with you, my dear,” I retorted, still strewn across the floor like a carefree spirit who had just wrestled with the fates. My chair lay abandoned, a testament to the whirlwind of excitement that enveloped us. “It’s all about the unexpected surprises!”

With dramatic flair, I slipped back into my virtual self, my character standing still and composed, facing the ominous portal of Door 0131. Meanwhile, Pezzy’s character bravely wandered back toward the labyrinth, striding confidently toward Door 0129, swirling in an unexpected air of nonchalance. 

With dramatic flair, I stepped back into my virtual self, my character an unyielding statue facing the intimidating Door 0131 once more. The eerie atmosphere wrapped around us, cinematic in its presentation. Meanwhile, Pezzy’s character strolled with exaggerated bravado toward Door 0129, embodying an unexpected air of casual confidence that cracked me up.

“It’s this one, duh!” I exclaimed, the words bubbling up from my core like a playful potion, my virtual arms popping up in a grand gesture of mock authority. I had to seize the moment to jab back at him, throwing his own banter right back at him with a flair that rivaled any Shakespearean actor.

“It’s thise oene, dhuh,” he shot back, his words mumbled and distorted in a comical, over-the-top way. It was as if he was auditioning for some bizarre cartoon villain role—his voice sputtering with the fervor of dramatic mischief. The sheer absurdity sent my sides splitting, laughter erupting uncontrollably, like pie crusts giving way to an explosion of raspberry filling, with each breath pricking at the edge of my sanity.

“You didn’t know either!” he yelled in playful anger, throwing his character's hands up in exaggerated exasperation, a pixelated spectacle that turned my laughter into a full-on bellyache. He was feigning offense, but being with him—his infectious spirit—made everything seem infinitely more entertaining.

“Uhhh, that was actually really good karma,” I managed to say after a series of snorts and gasps, my giggles finally settling into joyous remnants of laughter still dancing through my system. “Tuhh that mimimi!” He mimicked me, dramatizing the absurdness of my words with a snort that would put any comedic performance to shame. 

Pezzy had a goofy face, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes, a gleeful caricature of absurdity meant to mirror his playful jab. It was a masterpiece of silliness crafted in a moment of spontaneity, and it only fueled the laughter swirling like a tornado between us.

“Okay, okay!” he said, chuckling himself. “Maybe we should just... collaborate this time? Let’s not get us killed by any more blobs or mysterious doors, please!”

“Fine, fine! But we are going to Door 0129!” I declared, placing a mock-serious tone on my voice to emphasize the gravity of my decision, though the twinkle of playfulness remained in my eyes.

With whimsical determination, we marched together to Door 0129, my finger hovering over the ‘open’ button like a superhero poised for action. The moment of truth approached, and the energy around us was electric, most likely because it was a rush.