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Edits? - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Reader and Pezzy are yapping with chat

TW: Established Relationship, kissing,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cleared Crash - Pezzy x Biker!F!Reader

Summary: A midnight ride, will it ever go right?

TW: Angst (?), established relationship, bike ride gone bad, crying, hospitals, lmk if i missed anything <3

“Hey babe?” I popped my head into Pezzy’s office

“Hey I’m streaming what's up?” Pezzy informs while muting his mic

“Just wanted to let you know I’m going out for a night ride.” I told him while showing him my marron red helmet.

“Okay babe, try to be safe and ill put my phone on sound.” Pezzy says while unmuting his phone with a small flick.

“I’ll try but you know how it is.” I say closing his door walking to our garage, to Scarlette, my red bike.

I finished putting all of my gear on, put my riding gloves on and roared Scarlette to life with a turn of a key.

The moon hung low in the night sky, a silver pendant in a velvet tapestry. The air was crisp, with reddish orange leaves swirling in playful chaos around ____ as she revved the engine, the familiar roar sending adrenaline coursing through her veins.The world around her melted away, and all that remained was the throaty growl of her bike and the labyrinthine road ahead. Each ride felt like a daring dance with freedom, and tonight was no different.

Back across town, Pezzy was in the middle of his live stream, a charming blend of humor and gaming that had earned him a dedicated following. His viewers immediately tuned in, drawn to his infectious laughter and quirky commentary. Yet, as he glanced at the chat, he felt a tiny, creeping unease every time he saw ___’s empty seat beside him. She was his partner, his confidante, and he found a part of himself missing in her absence. 

As ____ navigated the winding roads, feeling the thrill of the wind against her skin, she was momentarily lost in thought—her mind drifting to Pezzy, his warm smile, and the way he always managed to bring light into the darkest corners of her day. In her heart, she felt a pang of guilt for leaving him behind as she embarked on her nightly adventures.

____ sliced through the night, a silhouette loomed suddenly—a car, with no lights on, darting from a side street, a ghost in the shadows. Time seemed to freeze for an agonizing moment as their eyes locked, panic sparking between them like a live wire. ____'s heart raced as she swerved, but it was too late. The impact was thunderous, a collision that sent her sprawling to the asphalt—pain erupting in a cascade of darkness.

Somewhere distant, a siren wailed in the night, merging with the shouts of onlookers and the crackle of concern that filled the air. The world blurred, and sensation dulled—fragments of reality drifted like autumn leaves caught in a storm. 

Back in his modest room, Pezzy suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine. He glanced at the door, feeling an unease gnawing at his gut, when his phone rang—a stranger's number flashing ominously. Heart pounding, he answered it, his voice thick with anxiety, “Hello?”

“Is this Pezzy?” The voice on the line was steady but grim. 

“Yeah, who is this?” His voice wavered, dread pooling inside him. 

“This is St. Mary’s Hospital. I’m afraid there’s been an accident involving your girlfriend, ____.”

Pezzy’s vision tunneled, the vibrant colors of his gaming world distorting into grays and blacks. “What happened?” he gasped, his throat tightening around the words.

“She was hit by a car while riding her motorcycle. She’s being treated now, but you should come to the hospital immediately.”

“Um okay chat, I GOT to  go like now. I will update y’all later but I dont know.” Pezzy said, without a moment's hesitation, he ended the stream, his mind racing as he fumbled for his keys.

The world around him blurred, the glow of the computer screen fading to an echo. He dropped the headset and bolted for the door, despair fueling every panicked breath. The streets raced by him in a blur, each passing car taunting him with a lingering fear that he couldn’t shake—the fear of losing ____, the spark in his life.

When Pezzy arrived, the hospital loomed like a giant sentinel, cold and unfeeling. The sterile smell of antiseptics overwhelmed him, but the fear lodged like a stone in his throat. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he navigated the sterile corridors, every step heavy with dread. He found himself standing before the emergency room doors, clutching his phone as if it were a talisman against the unknown.

“___ ____,” he gasped. The receptionist looked at him, concerned, flooding her eyes as she prepared to relay the news.

Moments dragged into eternity. At last, a doctor emerged, his expression a mask of professionalism laced with concern. “She’s stable but unconscious. We’re monitoring her injuries. You can see her, but only for a few minutes.”

As he stepped into the dimly lit room, Pezzy’s heart broke at the sight of Bella—pale and fragile among the tangle of wires and machines. He approached her bedside, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor grounding him like an anchor in a storm. ___ laid unconscious in the stark white room, her body bandaged and bruised, possibly broken. Pezzy could hardly recognize the vibrant woman he loved; it felt like viewing a ghost. The beeping of the monitors slowly turned into a dreadful rhythm, and the longer he stood there, the more he felt the weight of an impending darkness.

“_____,” he whispered, his voice quivering. “You have to fight. I need you… we need you.” Taking her hand, he soaked in the warmth of her fingers despite the chill of the room. Memories flooded through his mind—their adventures, the laughter that echoed through their lives, the long talks that stretched into the early hours. How could life be so cruel?

Hours passed like a quiet eternity, until finally, as dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight danced through the window painting the room a beautiful ombre. Pezzy’s mind raced through memories of them together—the way she laughed, how she always found the good in everything, and those quiet moments when they would sit together in comfortable silence. He clutched her hand tightly, fear and love intertwining in his chest. His eyes started melting like ice, the water just flowed down his face.

Then, breaking through the haze of despair, her eyes fluttered open. For a moment, ____ stared blankly at the unrecognized, sterile ceiling before her ____ gaze finally shifted to meet his eyes. Pezzy's breath hitched like it was stuck in this throat. He saw the flicker of recognition morph into relief, then love in her haze-y eyes. 

“____?” he breathed, hardly believing it, the warmth of hope igniting.

“_____,” he whispered repeatedly, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Hey, I’m right here. You’re safe,” he said, relief flooding his chest as he felt her fingers tighten around his hand.

“Pezzy?” Her voice was hoarse, fragile. A smile began to break through the fear; so delicate yet fierce. “What… happened?” ___ choked out. 

“You got into an accident, but you’re going to be okay. I promise.” He brushed a stray hair from her face, his heart aching with the depth of his feelings. “Let’s get through this together, alright?”

As her fingers tightened around his, she could feel the warmth spread through her, battling against the chill of fear that had crept in during her unconsciousness. In that hospital room, amidst the stark walls and low beeping machines, they silently vowed to each other to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

Rainy Music

Summary: Grizzy and you make music together on a rainy day

TW: established relationship

One rainy afternoon, with thunder echoing like a distant drumroll, ___ and Grizzy decided to collaborate on a new track that had been swirling in their minds for weeks. As the rain tapped against the windows, they turned on their equipment, feeling the energy of the storm fueling their creativity. 

“Let’s make something that captures the wild energy of the tempest outside,” ___ suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Grizzy nodded, already envisioning a catchy beat. With a few clicks, he pulled up a digital audio workstation, filled with sound pads and instruments that looked like a kaleidoscope of musical possibilities. 

For hours, they worked in harmony, bouncing ideas off each other. Grizzy laid down a steady bassline, a heartbeat that thumped like the storm outside, while ___ scribbled lyrics reflecting both the chaos of nature and the comfort of being together. As the rain poured down, their laughter echoed beneath the rhythmic crashes of thunder, creating an atmosphere that was electric.

Suddenly, inspired by a particularly loud clap of thunder, ___ exclaimed, “What if we sample that sound! It could be the hook!” Grizzy, always one for trying new things, brightened up at the idea. They rushed outside with a portable recorder, capturing the essence of the moment—raw, untamed, and real. 

Back in their office, the tempestuous sound of nature blended seamlessly with Grizzy’s beats, creating a dynamic soundscape. They layered their voices, harmonizing beautifully, while the rain continued to provide a soothing backdrop. With every note, they poured their hearts into the music, creating a story through sound that resonated with their shared experiences.

As night approached, the storm began to calm down, its fury replaced by a gentle drizzle. They listened to the track they had created—a symphony of nature, love, and creativity. It told the story of two souls finding comfort in each other amidst a raging storm.

“I think we’ve just made something really special,” Grizzy said, wrapping an arm around ___, pride shining in his eyes. She smiled back, knowing that this experience was not just about the music, but the bond they nurtured while creating it.

And so, that rainy day became legendary among the two—always a reminder that magic could happen anywhere, even in a stormy afternoon when creativity flowed stronger than the rain. From that day on, they cherished every rainy day as an opportunity to create something extraordinary together, always finding new ways to blend their talents into music that would inspire others, as it had inspired them.

Pizzazz Pezzy- Pezzy x Reader

summary: helping Pezzy getting ready for stream

TW: Established relationship

As the clock ticked closer to the start time, Pezzy’s girlfriend, __, stepped into his room, her eyes gleaming with excitement and determination. “Alright, Pezzy! Let’s get you ready for your big moment!” she declared, taking charge of the situation with a playful smile.

First, they rummaged through Pezzy's wardrobe, which was a chaotic mixture of graphic tees adorned with gaming logos, hoodies from various conventions, and an array of comfy sweatpants. Pezzy looked a bit overwhelmed. “I want to look cool, but not try too hard!” he exclaimed, nervously running a hand through his tousled hair.

__ chuckled, shaking her head. “You can totally pull off ‘cool’ without being over the top! How about this baggy T-shirt? It’s got Venom on it, but it’s also super stylish.” She picked out his baggy black oversize Venom T-shirt.

“Good choice!” Pezzy nodded appreciatively. “And what about the pants?”

__ glanced over the options. “Let’s go with those black joggers. They’re comfy, look great on you, and you'll definitely be able to move around while gaming.” Pezzy agreed, and soon enough, he was dressed in a perfect blend of style and comfort.

“The final touch!” __ said with a flourish as she reached for his favorite hair gel. With a few expert squirts of the shiny product, she sculpted Pezzy’s hair into a stylish but effortless look, tousling it just enough to give him that cool gamer vibe savored by fans.

“Looks great! I feel ready to conquer the world,” Pezzy grinned, moving to check himself in the mirror. “Not just any world—the digital one!”

With time running short, __ grabbed her phone to fix the lighting and set the camera in place for the stream. She stepped back, admiring their work. “You look like the star you are! Just remember to be yourself out there. Your followers love you for who you are, Pezzy.”

As he adjusted the webcam and clicked to start the stream, he shot her a grateful smile. “Thanks for always having my back, __. I’d be a mess without you!”

The countdown began, and as the timer hit zero, the screen lit up with enthusiastic messages from his excited fans. “Pezzy, you’re here!” The chat buzzed. With a deep breath and confidence surging through him, Pezzy waved to the camera, ready to embark on an unforgettable journey of gaming and fun—all thanks to __’s loving preparations.

Please do a wedding follow up of pezzy proposal! 💌💌💌💌

Euphoric Wedding

Summary: Yours and Pezzy's Wedding

TW: it's a wedding day what do you expect?

In the heart of Lubbock, Texas, a charming event center named The Willows stood nestled among tall trees of Willows and vibrant flowers. It was the perfect setting for a quaint wedding, and for one couple, it was about to become the backdrop of their greatest adventure.

After four years of laughter-filled dates, shared dreams, and countless memories, ___ and Pezzy were ready to take the plunge into the wonderful world of marriage. They had met over Discord, where Pezzy was known for his infectious enthusiasm and laughter, while ___ was known for her kind heart and her wildness. Together, they created a bond so strong that their friends often joked they were destined for an enchanting chapter in life.

As their wedding day approached, the excitement in the air was palpable. The Willows, known for its breathtaking décor, had been transformed into a dreamy landscape filled with twinkling fairy lights, delicate floral arrangements, and a hint of magic. With the sun setting in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything, it felt like a scene straight out of a storybook.

On the morning of the wedding, ___ woke up bursting with excitement. Her bridal party gathered around her, the room alive with laughter and joyful chatter as they all helped her prepare for the momentous occasion. As they helped her slip into her elegant dress—soft lace draping beautifully down her back and delicate embroidery twinkling like stars—___ couldn’t help but remember the first time she met Pezzy. A late night session with the guys, just all hanging out and talking about life on that call.

Meanwhile, Pezzy was in the other room, nervously adjusting his bow tie and practicing his vows. Surrounded by his family and friends, they shared stories about their favorite moments with ___, from her daring spirit to her endless support. Each reminiscence echoed with laughter, and with every joke, Pezzy felt the excitement bubbling closer to the surface. Punching through his nerves, he was determined to make this day unforgettable for ___.

As the ceremony began, guests gathered under a sprawling oak tree adorned with delicate ribbons and fairy lights. ___ walked down the aisle, her heart racing with anticipation. Pezzy’s breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of her in her stunning gown, a vision of beauty and grace. With every step she took, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in this moment of love—a moment they would cherish forever.

As ___ glided down the aisle, the gentle rustle of leaves danced with the warm Texas breeze, creating a soft melody that accompanied her every step. Each eye in the gathering was drawn to her—the way her gown shimmered in the golden light, how her floral bouquet seemed to perfectly mirror the vibrant hues of the wildflowers blooming nearby, and the sparkle in her eyes that spoke of joy and love.

Pezzy stood at the altar, his heart racing and a smile plastered across his face. In that moment, as he beheld her, time felt suspended—the laughter and whispers of their friends blurred into the background, and all that mattered was ___, radiant and filled with the promise of a shared future. His mind flooded with memories of their journey—the moments of growth, the trials faced, and the dreams woven together under the stars during their late-night talks.

As she approached, he could see every detail—the way her hair fell elegantly around her shoulders, the subtle blush on her cheeks, and the love shining in her eyes. It was as if she was walking on air, surrounded by an ethereal glow crafted by the fairy lights above. They had planned every detail of this day, but nothing could compare to the sheer magic of seeing her here, at this moment.

When she reached the altar, the atmosphere shifted, pulling them deeper into their own world. The officiant began to speak, his voice soft but resonant, sharing words about love, commitment, and the beauty of partnership. Yet, all Pezzy could hear was the steady rhythm of his heart echoing in his chest. 

___ stood in front of him, her hands trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the overwhelming joy of the present moment. They exchanged glances filled with unspoken promises, and with every word spoken by the officiant, a familiar warmth enveloped them—a connection so profound that it was as if every moment had led them to this very point.

“___,” Pezzy began, his voice steady yet filled with warmth, “since the day we met, you’ve brought sunshine into my life. You've taught me what it means to love and be loved in return. I promise to stand by your side as your partner, your confidant, and your best friend. I vow to support your dreams and to chase my own alongside you.” 

A smile bloomed on ___'s face as she held onto each word, feeling them settle deep in her heart. She was taken back to the countless afternoons they had spent under the Texas sun, laughing and planning their futures, each moment like a thread woven into the fabric of their love story.

With her heart racing, ___ took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. She began, “Pezzy, from our very first conversation, I knew you were special. You have this incredible ability to make the simplest moments feel extraordinary. I vow to be your anchor when life feels turbulent and to celebrate every joy with you. I promise to be patient, to cherish our differences, and to continue learning about you each day.”

Pezzy’s heart swelled as he listened to her voice, rich with sincerity and love. He felt an overwhelming rush of gratitude to be standing here with her, committed to sharing their life’s journey together. 

“Today, I choose you and I will choose you again every day,” she continued, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. “Most importantly I promise to find you in every lifetime.”

With vibrations of laughter and love propelling them both, they exchanged their rings—a symbol of their commitment. The officiant held the rings aloft, illuminating them under the warm glow of the fairy lights above. “These rings are a circle of love that speaks of forever.”

Pezzy took a deep breath, his heart racing as he slid the delicate band onto ___’s finger, murmuring, “With this ring, I give you my love. Wear it as a sign of my devotion.”

___ then took Pezzy’s hand, slipping the ring onto his finger with a smile that radiated promise. “And with this ring, I embrace you as my husband, a testament of my unwavering love for you.”

Their voices intertwined, harmonizing effortlessly, encapsulating a world filled with devotion and adventure. “I am yours, and you are mine, today and always.”

With their vows complete, the officiant smiled and turned to the crowd. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

With the officiant's words hanging in the air, time seemed to slow. The world around ___ and Pezzy faded into a soft blur; the laughter of friends, the rustling leaves, and the shimmering fairy lights melted away, leaving only their two hearts beating in sync. 

Pezzy stepped closer, his gaze locked onto ___'s, a mix of awe and love swirling in his chest. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, a comforting, familiar presence that made everything else seem inconsequential. ___’s eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, reflecting a future filled with dreams yet to be realized.

With a gentle hand, Pezzy cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing softly across her skin. The world around them erupted in applause, but in that moment, it felt as if they were suspended in time, a cocoon of love sealing them away from everything but the intimacy of their connection.

As Pezzy leaned in, he could feel the rhythm of his heart echoing in his ears—each breath they took synchronized, bringing them closer together, enveloped in a feeling of pure euphoria. He could see the little details of ___—the small glint of her earrings, the soft curls of her hair that framed her face, and the tiny smile playing at the corners of her lips. 

When their lips finally met, it was soft yet electric, a sweet mingling of warmth and love. The kiss was a promise—a promise to not just share the ups and downs of life, but to cherish every moment, every adventure, every quiet night spent together. It was a culmination of every laugh they'd shared, every obstacle they had faced, and every dream they had dared to dream.

The crowd erupted into joyful cheers and applause, their love radiating like the vibrant golden sunset in the Texas sky. Friends and family stood, clapping and laughing, their faces bright with smiles. The joy was contagious—a reminder of the love that surrounded the couple, a circle of support that would encircle them as they embarked on their journey together.

As they separated for a moment, Pezzy looked deeply into ___’s eyes and whispered, “I can’t believe we’re finally here.” 

___ giggled, brushing a rogue tear from her cheek, “This is just the beginning, Pezzy.” 

Together, they turned to face their friends and family, hands clasped, beaming with happiness. Laughter and love filled the air as they walked back down the aisle together, bustles of colorful flower petals showering down over them like confetti—symbolizing the joyful beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

Every face in the crowd exuded warmth and love, signaling the support that would accompany them through this exciting new adventure. The echoes of their vows lingered in the air—a promise of commitment that filled their hearts and the hearts of every person present. 

As they prepared to enter the next part of their celebration, Pezzy pulled ___ closer, her head resting against his shoulder. “Forever feels pretty wonderful with you,” he murmured.

“Yes, it does,” she replied, smiling up at him as they stepped into the embrace of their loved ones, ready to dance, celebrate, and weave their love story into the tapestry of their lives.

UHhh soooo

sleepver stream fic... is alomst 10k.... do yall like the long fics? or break into parts? i feel like it is awkard doing multiple parts, what do yall think?

im like 3.5 hrs into the stream vod should i keep going? time skip only to funny parts? stop at 4.5 hrs? IDKK lmao

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.

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.

Stormy Conversation

Summary: Grizzy needs to talk to you, but what's it about?

TW: Slight angst, established relationship, healthy communication

In the heart of Texas, a storm brewed fiercely outside. The thunder rumbled like an old giant’s growl, while the wind seemed to dance wildly, sending rain cascading down the windows like a shimmering veil. It was on this tempestuous day, inside a cozy kitchen alive with the aroma of cinnamon and fresh-baked cookies, that two souls found themselves on the verge of a monumental conversation.

You leaned against the cool granite island, glancing at the flickering lights that hinted at the storm’s power. Across from you, Grizzy stood with a furrowed brow, a serious expression shadowing his usually jovial demeanor. His tousled hair fell across his forehead, damp from the humidity that clung to the air, and with a deep breath, he spoke—his voice barely rising above the thunder.

“You don’t know me,” he began, each word heavy with unspoken emotions. “I’m not the same person anymore.”

The kitchen seemed to grow quieter, the storm momentarily a background chorus to this pivotal moment. You watched him closely, the eyes that sparkled with warmth now clouded with uncertainty. Memories of laughter and late-night talks flooded your mind—fragments of the Grizzy you had always known, the man who could light up any room with his charm and kindness.

As the rain drummed steadily against the roof, you nodded slowly, acknowledging the gravity of his words. “That’s okay,” you replied, your voice steady but gentle. “I’ll get to know you again.”

Your words hung in the air, tentative yet resolute, bridging the chasm his revelation seemed to create. You stepped closer to him, the bond between the two of you pulsing like the distant thunder. “People change, Grizzy. Life happens. But I believe in what we’ve built, and I’m willing to explore this new version of you.”

He looked at you, vulnerability softening his features. The storm outside continued to rage, but in that warm kitchen, a spark of hope ignited. Grizzy took a step toward you, and as he did, the clouds swirling in his eyes began to clear. “I’m scared,” he admitted quietly. “Scared of losing what we had and unsure if I can be who you need me to be.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to take his hand, feeling the steadiness of his heartbeat resonating through your fingertips. “You don’t have to be who I need you to be. Just be yourself. Let’s navigate this together, one step at a time.”

In that moment, the storm outside began to soften, as if it too were responding to the warmth of the rekindled connection between you. The sounds of rain drizzling against the windows were now a soothing symphony, encouraging you both to let the past mingle with the present.

“Let’s start with the little things,” you suggested, a playful glint in your eye. “Tell me what you love now. What makes you tick?”

Grizzy chuckled lightly, the tension dissolving as he recounted tales of new interests—adventures in painting, a fascination with the stars, and stories of friendship that had shaped him recently. Each word opened doors to understanding, laughter echoing in the kitchen as the warmth from the oven mingled with the chemistry between you.