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Nourished by Devotion — Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, pregnancy, caring boyfriend, request🦋

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pregnant at Pax - Pezzy x Reader/ Clooless x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you do a fic about pezzy proposing to reader? Love your work! 🍒💙

Cloaked Proposal - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Pezzy has Storytime after he was caught wearing an engagement ring

Tw: Traveling, engagement, storytime

Pezzyfan1: wait guys, have you realized he has been wearing a gold band on in ring finger?!

Pezzyfan2: IS THIS MAN MARRIED?!

Pezzyfan3: DID HE FINALLY POP THE QUESTION TO OUR PRETTY MAMA MOD

Pezzyfan1: OMG HE DID LOOK AT HIS SMIRK

“Okay, okay guys calm down.” Pezzy spoke as he started seeing chat going crazy with happiness or wildness. “Storytime! But yes, I did propose to __ or as y'all refer to her as mama mod.” He said with excitement to yap and get the story out and into the universe. 

“Alright, alright calm down or no Storytime. So, y'all know that I took about a week off right to go to Canada to see Smii7y?” He questioned as he was waiting for some type of response from chat.

In the picturesque land of Nova Scotia, Canada, the sun began its descent, bathing the stunning Skyline Trail in a golden hue, casting long shadows over the lush greenery and the striking views of the bay. It was the end of summer, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the sweet scent of pine and adventure.

__ and Pezzy had been together for four wonderful years—four years filled with laughter, shared dreams, and a love that had only deepened with time. They had faced challenges together, celebrated milestones, and created countless memories—each moment woven into the beautiful tapestry of their relationship. But as they explored the untamed wilderness of Nova Scotia, Pezzy felt an undeniable urge to take their bond to the next level.

What Pezzy had cleverly disguised as a casual hangout with his friend Smii7y turned into a carefully orchestrated proposal that had been months in the making. He had enlisted his friend to help him bring his vision to life, using their mutual interest in creative content to execute the perfect ruse.

As they strolled through the breathtaking trail, surrounded by lush forests and overlooking dramatic cliffs, Pezzy feigned casual conversation about the spectacular views, hoping to keep his girlfriend unaware of the surprise that awaited her. Smii7y, ever the entertainer, started filming the moment, capturing the beauty of nature while creating the perfect backdrop for what was to come.

As they reached the apex of the trail, the three of them paused to take in the panoramic vista. The sun hovered just above the horizon, splashing vibrant oranges and purples across the sky. Pezzy's heart raced. He turned to Smii7y, who nodded reassuringly, giving the cue to switch from a friendly outing to the moment he had anticipated.

“Hey, can you get a shot of us with the sunset in the background?” Pezzy asked casually, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

Smii7y complied, suggesting they gather a bit closer to the edge where the view was simply breathtaking. As they stood side by side, Pezzy exchanged furtive glances with Smii7y, who discreetly began recording. It was time.

Suddenly, Pezzy turned to ___, taking her hands gently in his. The playful smile on his face shifted to a serious expression as he spoke, his voice steady yet filled with emotion.

"You know how we’ve always talked about our dream future together? How has this journey been one of the best parts of my life?" He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in against the serene backdrop.

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, her heart racing as she noticed a shift in the atmosphere, the gravity of his expression piercing through the playful veil of their day.

"Pezzy, what is it?" she asked softly.

With a deep breath, Pezzy dropped to one knee, revealing a small velvet box that held the remaining last ring to complete her tri-ring set as it glinted in the warm afternoon glow. "I want to share my life with you, today and always. Will you marry me?"

Time stood still. The wind seemed to hush, the earth paused its rotation as her eyes widened in disbelief. She looked from the ring to Pezzy’s hopeful face, realization dawning upon her. “Oh my God, yes! Yes, a million times yes!”

The joyous laughter that erupted from her lips mixed with happy tears as Pezzy slipped the ring onto her finger. Smii7y, capturing the magical moment, cheered and offered his heartfelt congratulations. They embraced, surrounded by the breathtaking landscape, echoing their love through laughter and tears against the backdrop of the setting sun.

“-That is how we hid our engagement and how we tricked ___ into saying yes.” Pezzy finished with a dramatic flair, a smirk playing on his lips as he recounted the whimsical tale to his audience in the chat. His humor resonated against the soft glow of his webcam, engaging everyone who had tuned in to the storytime session.

Pezzyfan4: Can we see the ring set?

Pezzy’s expression shifted from playful amusement to mild confusion. “Oh yeah, she’s home right now! Let me see if I can go get her,” he said, his brow furrowing momentarily as he realized he hadn’t thought that part through.

With a quick glance off-camera, Pezzy called out, “Hey, babe! Can you come here for a sec?” His voice was casual, but inside, he felt a flutter of nerves and excitement, reminiscent of the day he proposed. 

Moments later, she appeared at the door, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, and a smile brightening her face. “What’s up?” she asked, tilting her head, her hair cascading down past her shoulders like a waterfall.

“Everyone wants to see your ring!” Pezzy announced, motioning dramatically toward the chat. “Can you show it off?”

Her cheeks flushed with surprise, yet she beamed, stepping closer to the camera. “Oh, really? I didn’t think anyone wanted to see it!” She held out her hand, and the camera zoomed in, capturing the delicate sparkle of the engagement ring that had captured Pezzy’s heart in so many ways.

“It’s even more stunning in person,” she said, her voice soft but filled with newfound pride. “Honestly, Pezzy did such a good job choosing this—he knows my style perfectly.”

Pezzy shifted in his seat, glancing down and avoiding her gaze. “Well, actually, I forgot to tell you something about your rings…” he said, a hint of mischief in his voice, like a scolded child trying to muster the courage to reveal his secret.

“Oh? What’s up?” she replied, tilting her head slightly, her curiosity piqued.

“Do you remember how your Nona had a special ring picked out for everyone, but for some reason, no one could find yours?” Pezzy asked, carefully treading into delicate territory, not wanting to bring back any uncomfortable memories.

“Hmmm,” she hummed thoughtfully, reminiscing about her beloved grandmother and the family tradition that had always brought warmth to their gatherings.

Pezzy took a deep breath, the weight of his words pressing down on him. “That is why she gave me her first marriage—or wedding ring set—before she passed. She knew I was going to propose to you, and she wanted you to have something that held all the love and stories of her own journey.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and tenderness washing over her face. “Wait, what? You have her ring?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, a shy smile creeping onto his lips as he revealed the depths of his heart. “It was a special moment. I visited her a few weeks before the proposal and got the last ring of the set, and she made me promise not to mention it until the right time. I wanted you to feel the love of your family, the legacy they’ve built, with something that connects you both.” 

She brought her hand to her mouth, a gasp escaping her lips as tears welled in her eyes. “Oh, Pezzy… she would have loved this! This is so meaningful,” she said as her voice wavered, overwhelmed by the emotions surging within her. 

Pezzy felt his heart swell, a gentle pride blooming in his chest. “I thought it would be the perfect way to keep her memory alive and weave it into our story. It’s not just your ring; it’s a symbol of the love that has surrounded you your whole life.”

In that moment, she closed the distance between them, leaning towards the screen with a look of reverence. “Thank you for honoring that part of my family. This makes it even more special.” 

The chat was ablaze with hearts and warm messages, supportive comments echoing their joy. Friends and fans alike felt the weight of love in the air, honoring the bittersweet beauty of life, love, and the ties that bind us to those we hold dear. 

“I can’t wait to tell everyone about it!” she said, her excitement blending with the bittersweet memory of her grandmother, creating a tapestry of emotions that wrapped around them both.

“Just think about it,” Pezzy teased lightly, “when we do our live wedding planning, I'll have to pull out all the stops to ensure we can tell that story properly!”

With laughter and shared dreams illuminating the room, Pezzy knew that their love story, now anchored with precious memories and familial connections, was just beginning to unfold. They were weaving a narrative together, rich and layered with every twist and turn of their lives, and all the love that had come before them.

Hi!! Can I just I love your blog?! I’m trying not to spam you but it’s so hard because I adore every fic you’ve written! I’ve been such a fan of clooless and the boys individually for years now and finding fics for them is tough as there isn’t many but you’re making my delusions come to life!! Thank you for writing them and making little oh me happy!! 🫶🏻🖤

Please go right ahead! I’m so glad you love em! I’m never think of it being spam due to people being fast readers, and I do have some short stories.

Night Like This - Puffer x reader

Summary: Getting ready for the club with Puffer

TW: Established relationship

a chilly evening in Boston, the air crackled with excitement as the city came alive with the promise of adventure. The streets sparkled under the glow of street lamps, and the sound of laughter echoed through the bustling crowd. But deep within a cozy apartment, a different kind of magic was taking place.

BigPuffer, a warm-hearted and observant soul, perched comfortably on the edge of the couch, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Cricket chirped softly in the background, creating an ambiance to match the evening. He watched as you flitted around the room, gathering your treasures for the night ahead.

You started with your favorite dress, the vibrant fabric swirling with colors that danced in the soft light. As you slipped it on, BigPuffer’s heart swelled at the sight. It was as if the room erupted with colors, and every thread seemed woven with the essence of your spirit.

Next came the delicate dance of makeup. BigPuffer, ever the supportive partner, had witnessed this transformation many times, yet he was always mesmerized. With each stroke of the brush, you shaped not just your appearance but also the mood of the night. The mascara framed your eyes like delicate curtains, and the lip color was a perfect cherry blossom hue that seemed to reflect your vibrant energy.

He picked up a small handheld mirror and watched you from across the room, grinning like a child spotting a treasure. The glow of your confidence lit up the space far more brightly than any overhead light could. As you styled your hair into cascading waves, he cleared his throat, and with a playful smirk, he said, "Are you sure you’re not getting ready for a royal ball? Because you’re simply enchanting!"

His words made you laugh, and as you turned to face him, the room seemed to pause. With each passing moment, he saw the pieces come together: the exquisite dress, the radiant smile, and the air of excitement that surrounded you. In that moment, he realized how lucky he was to have a front-row seat to this transformation, one that made you feel like the most stunning version of yourself.

Finally finished, you stepped back for a moment and struck a playful pose, waiting for his reaction. BigPuffer stood up, his eyes wide with admiration. “Wow,” he breathed, taking a step closer. “You look absolutely breathtaking tonight. I might just be the only guy in Boston who gets to call a queen his girlfriend!”

You both laughed together, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Just then, he took your hand and pulled you closer. “Let me see the full effect,” he said, and spun you around, admiring not just your beauty but your spirit, which shone through like a beacon. 

With hearts light and laughter bubbling, you headed out into the night. The city welcomed you both with open arms, a backdrop for an evening filled with moments waiting to be created friends gathered, stories shared, and memories forged. And amidst the adventure, BigPuffer would be right by your side, always cherishing the magic of watching you become the incredible person you are, inside and out.

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.

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.

Epic April Fools

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

TW: Established relationship

"I watched Paint Dry"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

A Heavy Burden

Summary: ___ came from a lineage plagued by a haunting secret. Generations before her had battled the formidable beast known as cancer, a specter that had stolen loved ones and cast a gloom over family gatherings. After years of evading the truth, ___ decided it was time to speak to Puffer about the reality that weighed heavily on her heart.

TW: Established relationship, cancer, angst

One drizzly evening, as the raindrops danced against the window panes, she found Puffer curled up on the couch, engrossed in his favorite book. The flickering candlelight illuminated his features, casting a warm glow around him, but ___'s heart felt cold and heavy. She approached, her mind racing and heart pounding like a drum.

“Puffer,” she began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. He looked up, sensing the seriousness in her tone. “I need to talk to you about something important. Something about my family.”

“Is everything okay?” he asked, setting the book aside, his brow furrowing with concern.

___ took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. “It’s about a curse that has been passed down through generations in my family. It’s… it’s the cancer gene. I recently found out that I carry it.”

A dreadful silence fell between them, punctuated only by the rain's relentless patter against the roof. Puffer’s warm gaze faltered as the weight of her words sunk in. “Are you serious?” he finally asked, his voice thick with disbelief.

“I am,” she replied, tears brimming in her eyes. “I know this changes everything. If you want to walk away, I understand. We can do it quickly and kindly… but please know I love you.”

“No,” Puffer said, rising from the sofa, taking her hands into his. “What kind of life would that be? We’ve faced challenges before, and I believe we can face this together, too.”

___ shook her head, her heart aching at the thought. “But what if…” she hesitated, the fear clawing at her. “What if it’s too much? What if I become a burden?”

“That’s not how love works, ___,” Puffer interjected gently. “We support each other in the dark times just as much as in the light. I’m not afraid of the storm; I’m just afraid of losing you. Let’s face this together.”

___ felt a wave of relief wash over her, mixed with tremors of sadness. “Promise me,” she choked out, “that if things become unbearably heavy, we will talk about it openly.”

“I promise,” Puffer vowed, his grip on her hands tightening. “Together, we will seek knowledge and choices. We’ll gather our strength just like we always have.”

With those words, the storm outside seemed to soften, the rain’s intensity waning, as if the universe itself echoed their resolve. 

As days turned to weeks, ___ and Puffer spent hours researching, consulting doctors, and uncovering paths that might lead to a better future. Together, they discovered that knowledge was a powerful ally. They learned about preventive measures, lifestyle changes, and the strength of community support.