Nourished By Devotion — Grizzy X Reader

Battle of Burnout - BigPuffer x Reader

Summary: medical!reader experiencing burn out

TW: Established relationship, burned out mentally, crying, kisses

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day filled with back-to-back patients and critical decisions that didn’t go as planned,__ returned home feeling utterly defeated. As she walked through the door, the weight of the world on her shoulders, the dam holding back her tears finally broke. She burst into a flood of emotions—fear, exhaustion, and a sense of defeat engulfing her like a raging sea. Caught in this whirlwind, she didn’t notice that BigPuffer—the boyfriend she adored, with his kind eyes and infectious laughter—was live streaming on Twitch, sharing his gaming adventures with the online world.

As she stood there, tears cascading down her cheeks, BigPuffer's keen senses kicked in. He promptly muted his mic, knowing that something was wrong. He strolled over to her, his concern evident in his posture and expression. “___, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, his voice laced with warmth and care. The sight of her in distress pulled at his heartstrings, and without waiting for a response, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, wanting to provide comfort amidst the storm.

___, feeling the reassurance of his embrace, struggled to find her words. “I’m just so… tired, Puffer. It’s too much. I can’t do it anymore.” She sobbed against him, her heart aching with the weight of her responsibilities.

BigPuffer tightened his hold, a protective warmth wrapping around ___ as he listened carefully, giving her the space and comfort she so desperately needed. "I get it," he replied gently, recognizing the depth of her exhaustion. "You give so much of yourself to everyone else, and it's okay to feel this way."

___ pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, searching for understanding. "It’s just… I love what I do, but I feel like I’m drowning. I’m always on call, always trying to be there for my patients, but it’s taking a toll on me,” she confessed, each word punctuated by a tremor in her voice. “I don’t want to let anyone down, but I don’t want to break either.”

With a deep breath, BigPuffer brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gazed intently at her, his expression soft yet resolute. “You won’t let anyone down by taking care of yourself, ___. You have to be okay first to help others. What if you scaled back just a little? You could still care for your patients but find time for yourself too.”

BigPuffer pulled back slightly so he could look into her eyes. “You know you don’t have to do this if it’s hurting you, right? I love you, and I want you to be happy. I’m doing well in my streaming—why not cut back on your hours? You deserve to take care of yourself.”

His words resonated within her as they lingered in the air, filled with the promise of possibility. The thought of cutting back had seemed daunting, but with Puffer by her side, it felt like a more manageable reality. She thought of the things she loved outside of work: painting, cooking, spending carefree time with him, and even just lounging on the couch with a good book. Those moments felt so far away from her reality lately, overshadowed by the constant demands of her job.

“You really mean it?” ___ asked, needing the reassurance that this wasn’t just a fleeting thought. “You’re okay with me cutting back on hours?”

“Absolutely,” he replied confidently. “Think of what that could mean for both of us. We can have our evenings back, our weekends. You can explore your hobbies again. I want to support you, ___. You don’t have to carry the world alone.”

With a deep breath, ___ nodded, “Okay, maybe I can cut my hours. I do love the extra spending money, but I can find other ways to express myself outside of work.” 

The warmth of his encouragement flooded her with hope. A small smile began to pull at the corners of her lips as she pictured weekends filled with baking experiments gone awry, movie marathons, and perhaps even moving their twitch gaming sessions into their living room for cozy nights filled with laughter.

“I could definitely use the time to recharge and be a better version of myself,” ___ admitted, the thought blossoming inside her like a flower reaching for the sun. “And maybe it could even help me reconnect with the joy I used to feel at work.”

BigPuffer looked down at her with affection, his thumb gently brushing away a tear that had made its way down her cheek. “Then that’s settled. Let’s figure out a plan together. We can make this work, and we’ll do it as a team,” he said, his voice warm and firm, anchoring her amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

The thought of cutting back was daunting, but a flicker of relief twinkled in ___’s heart. She always enjoyed her job; it was her purpose in life. But the pressure and the constant feeling of burnout were overshadowing her love for it. BigPuffer’s support made it seem possible. They often joked about how ___ would spend her paycheck on cute outfits and little treats, things that brought her joy in an otherwise demanding world.

As they sat on the couch, she shared her fear that cutting back might mean she was letting people down—her patients, her co-workers. BigPuffer listened attentively, reminding her that her well-being mattered more than any expectations. With every word, he encouraged her to imagine the fun they could have—cooking together, exploring new places, or just having lazy Sundays filled with video games and laughter.

With his support and understanding, ___ felt a spark of hope. She could carve out a path that allowed her to maintain her passion for helping others while also prioritizing her mental health. The following week, ___ made the decision to cut her hours, balancing her schedule with time for herself and her creativity.

As she shared the news with her coworkers, they were supportive—some even admired her courage to prioritize her happiness. Little by little, ___ rediscovered the joy in her work, the grace in her interactions, and the laughter she missed during those exhausting hours.

With newfound resolve, she stepped back and kissed BigPuffer softly on the cheek, a gesture brimming with gratitude and love. “Thank you for reminding me that I deserve this. You’re right; I can’t do it all unless I’m whole. I’m ready to make that change.”

Date with a Secret Identity

Summary: The girl, ___, was an aspiring artist who saw the world through swirls of color and imagination. Her boyfriend, Smii7y/Jared, was a quiet guy, at least when he wasn't in front of a camera. Little did __ know, the reason their date had sparked some curious glances was because of a secret that Smii7y had kept from her.

TW: Fake Name used, established relationship, secrets

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the couple strolled through the local park, hand in hand, delighted to be in each other’s company. Children played, dogs barked, and the scent of kettle corn filled the air. I was lost in my thoughts, envisioning the next masterpiece I would create while Jared tried to enjoy our time together, despite the curious stares we received.

“See that guy over there? He keeps looking over here, mostly at you, which is weird,” I said, chuckling lightly as I nudged my boyfriend with my elbow.

Jared laughed, “Yeah, I’m kind of a legend around here.” 

I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on my lips. “Really? I thought you just played video games and posted funny stuff online. What kind of legend gets recognized at the park?”

“Oh, just the kind that’s super modest,” he replied with a wink. “I just make silly videos, that’s all.”

He hoped her belief in his understated self-image would remain intact, as he tried to let it roll off his back. But inside, he felt a twinge of guilt. He cherished their time together, but how could he explain his world to someone who had no idea he was one of the most recognized YouTubers, creating a whirl of popularity in the gaming community?

As we settled on a nearby bench to enjoy our snacks, the curious guy approached us. He was in his late teens, wearing a hoodie emblazoned with a video game controller. “Excuse me,” he stammered, clearly nervous. “Are you… Smii7y?”

I watched my boyfriend in surprise. His calm demeanor didn’t match the surprise flickering in my heart. 

“Uh, yeah,” Jared replied, his voice steady. The recognition sparked in the young man’s eyes. “I’m a huge fan. Can I take a picture with you?”

My heart raced with both excitement and confusion. A fan? With an inkling of realization dawning on me, I watched as Jared gracefully obliged, sharing laughter and casual banter while they posed. The young man beamed, his attitude shifting from shy to starstruck in an instant. 

As the fan walked away, a swell of curiosity bubbled within me. “So… you really are a legend? A YouTube star?” I asked, unable to mask her astonishment any longer.

Jared sighed softly and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I am. I just didn’t want to make it weird or change how we are. I wanted this date to just be us, not anyone else.” 

I chuckled, my heart swelling with affection. “You silly boy, you should know by now that you can’t hide that incredible side of you from me!” 

In that moment, we both realized how differently we viewed fame. I valued the quiet moments of intimacy and creativity; Jared valued authenticity. After all, beneath the fame was a guy who simply wanted to share moments of joy and laughter, just like the beautiful day we were enjoying together.

The Great Gaming Fiasco

Summary: Grizzy rage, I think you already know this<3

TW: Established relationship, rage. anger, warzone moment, kissing, cursing and screaming, lmk if I missed anything

This fateful night started like any other, with the trio gathering their keyboards, their spirits high and laughter echoing through the room. “Ready to beat some noobs?” Grizzy hollered as he loaded up the game, the anticipation crackling in the air like static electricity. The familiar battle sounds filled the room, and they dove into the chaos.

“Why doesn’t that work?!” Smii7y bellowed, fierce frustration spilling from his lips like a dragon's fire, slumping dramatically in his chair as his avatar met an untimely demise. He banged his hand on the desk with a sound akin to thunder.

“Ello Grizzy!” Puffer sang with a comedic flair as Grizzy was unexpectedly reincarnated, flinging his parachute in a desperate bid to return to the sky. But alas, the parachute refused to open—like a deflated balloon. Grizzy’s frustration spiraled as he began to rain blows on his keyboard, resulting in a dramatic self-kill that could only be described as tragicomic.

“WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOURSELF?” Puffer cried out, the desperation lacing his voice as if they were in a high-stakes war council. “I COULD’VE REZZED YOU! WHY?!” 

With a dramatic flourish, the keys rained down like confetti, creating a chaotic storm of letters and symbols — a keyboard glitter bomb exploded across his desk! Each key had its own story, its own mission to fulfill in the kingdom of Warzone, and now they lay shattered in despair.

The keyboard chaos continued, keycaps flying around Grizzy’s desk like tiny meteors in a galactic explosion of rage. The comical scene escalated, with Smii7y unable to stifle his laughter. “I think I need a new keyboard,” Grizzy declared with a resigned sigh echoing through the room, a solemn testament to his fiery spirit, as if he had just climbed Mount Doom only to find it was a mere hill.

“He just lost all his keycaps.” Smii7y said with a smirk growing on his face, while Grizzy fumed, the air tinged with both laughter and despair. “Oh my god” Puffer moans in emotional pain in the background. “Bro it aint working today.” Smii7y responded to Puffer's distress. “Nothing’s working.” Smii7y joked about how each bug felt like a monster stalking them in the night, ready to pounce at any awakening moment.

“I’m kicking over the key caps, I’ll clean that mess later.” Grizzy growled, “It's a problem for another day.

 “What do you mean mess?’ Puffer aspirated at Grizzy

“Wait, can you even use your keyboard? Did you go get a new one?” Puffer asked for content

“I got a new one- well i stole __’s” Grizzy responded “Ugh-let me straighten my desk” Puffer laughed at Grizzy’s misery. 

“Yeaahh” “What the fuck happend?” “What happened to you?” Smii7y and Puffer asked.

“The situation where you're gonna pull your parachute and it says “NO”” Grizzy explained as annoyance seeped through his voice. “Yeah! That literally just happened to me as well.” Smii7y agrees with Grizzy’s annoyance at the game with their bugs. They exchanged stories of their own gaming disasters, an unwritten pact of camaraderie knitting them closer amidst the chaos.

“Yeah so then I decided to slam my keyboard, which killed me, which made me even more angry. So I just clapped my keyboard together, ‘til everything came off.” Grizzy tells the replay of what just happened.

“Were you doing a last second one?” Smii7y asked. “Uhh-no i pressed it like 3 times before landing, it just didn't pull.” Grizzy answered with a slight tone. 

“Like right now.” Grizzy placed ___’s keyboard down with some force, as he was clenching and unclenching his fist, storming off, as the trio couldn't help but spiral into a cyclone of banter, laughing yet again at Grizzy’s misfortune. Grizzy stormed off out of frame towards his right office door which was left open. 

In the midst of the laughter, the mood shifted. A loud crash resonated from Grizzy’s office, while I was in the kitchen. Quickly followed by a blood-curdling scream that sent shivers down their spines. 

“FUCK!!!”  Grizzy’s roar thundered through the house, slicing through the laughter like a lightning bolt, a haunting call of despair that made everyone freeze. After that there was an eerie unusual stillness lurking in the house. 

My skin jumped as his scream blared to life, roaring like a thousand ghosts at once, sending ice down my spine. I gasped in shock, my eyes popped open like saucers, my adrenaline rushing through my veins. In a flurry, I leapt out of my statue like a state.

With curiosity piqued, I tiptoed towards the scene, every step echoing with anticipation. Approaching cautiously, I soon found myself colliding with Grizzy, his frustration evident and his door hanging askew like a battle-worn shield, leaning on the doorframe. “Let me guess... warzone moment?” I quipped with a smirk, but concern laced my words like a thick fog that hung in the air.

“Yeah, I didn't know how else to take my rage out of my body, since I already broke my keyboard. I was most certainly not breaking your keyboard, yes I stole it after I broke mine. I knew how much time and money you spent on that keyboard.” Grizzy explained while I was giving him the “mom” look. As we stood there, I couldn’t help but chuckle. The chaos of gaming had turned into a comedic rendezvous, where gaming mishaps became fodder for laughter and camaraderie.

 “Well I appreciate  you not breaking mine, but now I have to fix your office door babe.” I say walking out his arms towards the closet of tools/storage that they have. 

As I set to fixing his door, the banter resumed. “Is it possible to rage hard enough to break a door?” I teased while wielding my tools. Grizzy sheepishly scratched his head, his triumph of rage slowly fading into recollection of the bond we all had. 

I heard Grizzy walk back into his office, as my hands were full of tools and glue so I could repair the holes in the wall. “I’m done, shut the fuck up. SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’m done, I’m done.” Grizzy repeated. “I just broke my door with my hands, now ___ is fixing it. I’m FUCKING DONE.” He screams in anger and slaps his hand on his desk.

“Sorry, baby, I'm not mad at you.” Grizzy apologized to me, as I was trying to make myself as small as possible. I was putting toothpicks and wood glue together in the holes, where the screws used to be. Grizzy ended the stream right after he apologized to me. 

“You’re fine babe, is there anyway you can get the sandpaper that i left on the counter. Also maybe the wirecutter in the tool box?” I asked him a favor, I felt my phone buzz in my butt pocket.

Hey ___ you okay? Grizzy okay? -Puffer

Yes we are both okay, he is calming down now as we are both putting the door back together. Try to tell, chat that too. You know how shit can spiral out of control. 

Will do, and okay we were just making sure

Its all good! I’m probably gonna make him, go get us food in a min

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Moments passed as I tuckered away at the door, awaiting Grizzy’s emotional cooldown. “After all this fixing, how about a nice dinner?” I suggested with a smile, already picturing a delightful feast to reward ourselves after the wild night.

“C’mon babe, let's get your fine ass off the dirty floor and go find a nice restaurant.” Grizzy nodded enthusiastically, offering his hand to help me up, grinning ear-to-ear. As I stood up with his help, I gave him a kiss on the lips and started tugging him to the door, laughing together. 

Podcast moments - Pezzy version

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ACHOO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Babe, come here real quick!” Pezzy yelled

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

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

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

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

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

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

huh

so my dumbass deleted my masterlist on accident, so if nayone is lookign for it, tis gone FOR NOW. I'm redoing my page for a newer aesthic sooo once i get that done, ill remake my masterlist. :) <3 Thank you for patience give me top of 3 days lmao

update: its up and all my links should be working if not please let me know! <3

Redeeming - Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Chat redeems Sly, but momma and sly are sleeping

TW: Established relationship, kisses, cursing,

*user_name158 redeem SLY for 200,000*

“Chat tod- nooo i don't want to get Sly.” Pezzy whined

“She’s napping with __. They fell asleep together on the couch. UGH!” "Do I really have to go wake them both?” Pezzy groaned knowing his girlfriend does not like being woken up from a nap.

“Okay, okay chat. I'll go get them both cause I know ___ won't let go of Sly.” Pezzy says getting up from his chair, walking out of his office. 

After a few minutes, Pezzy walks into his office empty handed and chat starts to pop off because he doesn't have sly.

“CHAT FUCKING CALM DOWN!” Pezzy screamed into his microphone

“My girlfriend is bringing her in, any second now. As I stated they both fell asleep. GIVE HER A MINUTE TO FULLY WAKE UP!” Pezzy yells at chat in a scolding tone. Pezzy turns around in his chair calling in his girlfriend to his room.

____ walks into his room looking tired and lost with sly in her hands. Sly is wagging her tail back and forth when ___ walks closer to Pezzy.

“Hi, chat.” ___ greets them sleepily, hiding a yawn behind Sly's fluff. 

“I hear you are wanting to see my little baby.” I say teasingly bouncing Sly up and down slightly

“Yes they do, now chat say"Thank you___” for waking up and bringing Sly in here especially the one guy who redeemed it.” Pezzy said demandingly 

“If they don't say thanks, ban him.” ___ say threateningly as a joke

*Dont worry ill make sure* - mod 

“I can't tell which mod that it is, but thank you!” ____ says gratefully

“Alright chat, I'm going back to bed, say goodbye to sly.” ___ says walking closer to Pezzy. She gives me a kiss on the head and walks away.

“Now, if someone redeems Sly again, refund the points. I am def not risking my life again.” Pezzy informs mods and chat while laughing and smiling.

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.

I apologize cuz this is about to be LONG.

So I was just listening to do I wanna know by the artic monkeys and my imagination just run wild, imagine, the clooless house is throwing a big streamer Halloween party(which is a normal Halloween party it's just that all their friends just happen to be streamers lol), they're all having fun the music is good the alcohol is abundant, lmao, the costumes are amazing and in the heat of the moment (and the alcohol) pezzy decides Its a good idea to start a stream right in the middle of the party without telling everybody, at first it's all fun, people are gathering around the laptop laughing and reading chat, chat can see people(aka droid and reader who's also a streamer) dancing and mingling in the background, then the song comes on(do I wanna know by the artic monkeys) and it's one of readers favorite songs so she stars dancing and singing the song to the closest friend to her that just so happens to be droid, she's sensually dancing around him and on him with her sexy and provocative costume while lip syncing the lyrics just feeling herself eventually droid dances and flirts back, all of this on camera mind you, chat is exploding with surprise and excitement, trying to tell pezzy and the others what's happening behind them, but they're too into their conversation to notice, it's not until droid and reader start making out and another person at the party whistles that they realize what just happened, at that point it's all laughter, surprise and a bit of worry. I am so sorry this was so long🙏🏻😭

Fallen During Halloween

Summary: Relationships were never easy, especially ones that started with a viral kiss and a live-streaming vampire. But with Droid by my side, I knew we could handle anything. And maybe, just maybe, this questionable decision would turn out to be the best one I’d ever made

TW: Friends to Lovers, alcohol consumption, brief dates, kisses, soft love, flirting.

Okay, here we go.

The wings were a pain in the ass, to be honest. Feathered and magnificent, but a guaranteed tripping hazard after a few vodka cranberries. Still, I had to admit, the "fallen angel" look was hitting. My makeup was on point, the dress was just revealing enough, and the Clooless crew were already showering me with compliments as soon as I walked in the door.

"Damn, ____" Puffer boomed, nearly knocking over a bowl of chips in his enthusiasm. "You look like you crawled straight out of a Renaissance painting!"

"Only if that painting was painted by a horny Renaissance artist," I quipped back, winking. "Thanks, Puff. You guys crushed it with the party. What's the theme, 'Streamer Apocalypse'?"

Pezzy, dressed as a surprisingly convincing vampire, handed me a drink. "Just 'good vibes and questionable decisions,' ____. Enjoy."

And I did. The music was loud, the costumes were hilarious (Grizzy as a sentient pickle was a personal highlight), and the booze flowed freely. I mingled, laughed, took pictures, and generally soaked up the chaotic energy of a hundred-plus streamers all in one room.

Later, maybe a little later than I should have, I found myself swaying to the music beside Droid, who was rocking a surprisingly well-done werewolf costume. We’d been friends for ages, always playful and comfortable around each other. He bumped his shoulder playfully against mine.

"Having fun, Fallen One?" he slurred slightly, a grin splitting his furry face.

"Living my best damnation, Werewolf Boy," I slurred back, giggling.

Then, the music shifted. A familiar, sultry guitar riff filled the air. "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys. My absolute jam. I instinctively started to move, lost in the rhythm. Droid mirrored my movements, and suddenly, we were dancing. Not just playfully bumping and swaying, but dancing. Close. Too close, maybe. But in the best way.

The alcohol, the music, the energy of the party... it all combined into something electric. We were laughing, our bodies brushing with every move, glances lingering a beat too long. It was flirty, fun, until it wasn't. Suddenly, the laughter faded, replaced by a different kind of heat.

His hands moved from my hips to cup my face. My hands went to his neck, fingers tangling in the fake fur of his costume. The air crackled. The playful banter had vanished, replaced with a raw, undeniable pull.

Then, we were kissing.

It wasn't a tentative peck. It was a deep, hungry kiss, fueled by weeks, months, maybe even years of suppressed feelings. My head swam. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, the soft rasp of his stubble against my skin. My grip tightened on his neck, pulling him closer. It felt intoxicating, forbidden, right.

I was vaguely aware of the music, the crowd, the noise, but everything was secondary to the electric connection sparking between Droid and me. I didn't care who saw. Didn't care about the consequences. It was just us, lost in the moment.

And then, a bloodcurdling wolf whistle ripped through the air.

I jolted backward, wrenching myself out of the kiss. Droid stumbled slightly, his eyes wide and dazed. We both turned to see BigPuffer standing by the couch, howling with laughter. And then, I saw it.

The red light.

Pezzy. His dumbass, vampire-face, streamer-brain had decided to live-stream the party from his laptop. And apparently, we’d been the main attraction.

My face flushed crimson. Oh god. The chat. What was the chat saying?

Despite the mortification bubbling in my chest, I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips. Droid, equally flustered but clearly amused, started to laugh too. The kiss was incredible, undeniable, but also... profoundly stupid.

"Pezzy, you absolute menace!" I yelled, my voice shaky with laughter and lingering desire.

He just grinned, fangs glinting under the party lights. "Content, ___! Pure, unadulterated content!"

Droid, still holding me steady, leaned close and whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. "So… where were we?"

The embarrassment was still there, but it was overshadowed by a spark of anticipation. Maybe this "questionable decision" was exactly what we both needed. I laughed again, burying my face in the fake fur of his werewolf costume.

"We're going to have so much explaining to do," I murmured, already knowing I was going to love every single minute of it. Even if the entire internet was watching.

The aftermath was, as expected, chaotic. The chat exploded. Twitter trends were born. Even my mom texted me a string of increasingly frantic emojis, ranging from the wide-eyed surprised face to the monkey covering its eyes. Pezzy, predictably, clipped the moment and turned it into a subscriber emote. He’d even managed to get a small donation with the message “Pay for ___ and Droid’s therapy.”

Droid and I retreated to a quieter corner of the party, a small balcony overlooking the city. The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the sweaty, boozy atmosphere inside. We leaned against the railing, not saying anything for a long moment, just listening to the distant hum of the city and the faint thump of the bass from inside.

“Well,” Droid finally said, breaking the silence. He sounded slightly nervous, which was unusual for him. “That happened.”

I chuckled, kicking my heels against the metal railing. “Yeah, it did. Global audience and all.”

“I’m… not sorry.” He turned to face me, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. The fake fur around his face looked a little worse for wear, and his werewolf makeup was slightly smudged, but he still looked incredibly handsome. In a “just kissed me in front of thousands of people” kind of way.

“Me neither,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “But… what now? We’ve been friends for, like, forever. And now…this.” I gestured vaguely between us.

“Now,” Droid said, stepping closer, “we figure it out. Together. If you want to, that is.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek.

The touch sent a shiver down my spine. “Of course, I want to,” I whispered. “I just… I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Astra,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “Our friendship is strong. It can handle this. And if it can't… maybe this is worth risking.”

He was right. This felt too good to ignore. The way he understood me, the comfort we had with each other, the undeniable spark that had always been simmering beneath the surface… it was worth the risk.

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “Okay, let’s figure it out. But first,” I grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards the chaos inside, “we need to confiscate Pezzy’s laptop.”

The next few days were a whirlwind. The clip of our kiss went viral. We did damage control interviews, jokingly acknowledging the “incident” and trying to steer the conversation towards our actual streams. We even made a joint statement on Twitter, carefully worded to appease both our communities and our managers.

But amidst the online frenzy, we focused on each other. We talked, a lot. We went on awkward, slightly surreal dates where we were constantly recognized and asked for autographs. We navigated the tricky waters of transitioning from friends to something more, learning each other’s boundaries and desires.

It wasn’t always easy. There were moments of doubt, of insecurity, of wondering if we’d made a huge mistake. But every time, we came back to the same undeniable truth: we were good together. We made each other laugh, we supported each other’s dreams, and we had a connection that was rare and precious.

A few weeks later, I was back on Pezzy’s stream, guesting on his regular Friday Night Games stream. He was still milking the kiss for all it was worth, using the emote constantly and making endless jokes about it.

“So, ____,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Any updates on the Droid front? Are we hearing wedding bells yet?”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. “Pezzy, you’re incorrigible. No wedding bells, but things are going well. Really well.”

“That’s what they all say,” he retorted, but his tone was lighthearted. “Well, I’m happy for you guys. Even if it did cost me my dignity to capture it on film.”

Suddenly, Droid walked into the frame, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “What are you two gossiping about?” he asked, nuzzling my neck.

Pezzy gasped dramatically. “Oh my god, they’re doing PDA on my stream! The content gods are smiling upon me!”

I laughed, leaning back into Droid’s embrace. “Just ignore him,” I said to Droid. “He’s just trying to get a reaction.”

Droid grinned, looking directly into the camera. “Well, he’s getting one. Right now, the only thing I’m thinking about is taking ___ out for a nice dinner. Maybe a little dancing later.”

The chat went wild. Emotes flooded the screen. Pezzy looked like he was about to explode with excitement.

“Alright, alright, I get the hint,” Pezzy said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “Go enjoy your date. And try to keep it PG for once, okay? My stream can only handle so much excitement.”

Droid winked at the camera, then turned his attention back to me. “Ready to go, Fallen Angel?”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “Ready when you are, Werewolf Boy.”

As we walked out of the room, leaving Pezzy to manage the chaos on his own, I knew we still had a long way to go.

You ever look at some art your mutual made and you just sit there in stunned silence and awe that one of your friends is out there making jaw-dropping beautiful art just for the hell of it

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.