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-Tiger Smit-
Posted this on amino as well, haha. But anyway, it's a tiger milkbag.
-YouTubers As Animals Series-
I'm excited to start this after I drew Fitz here as a wolf. I was also playing around with style and more realistic it is, it's funner I found out. Anyway, enjoy :)
Oooo...,!These Ideas Are Sooo Cool!
Curiosity might have killed the raccoon pt. 20
Basically an AU where Evan and Ohm come from another planet/world (Yoreamia. @bariothlover76). They’ve got glowing markings on their skin which can be hidden if they are very concentrated.
Ohm’s got the Omega symbol on his forehead and Evan has the alpha symbol on his forehead. I was thinking that maybe in their planet/world they were in some sort of… Place. Maybe like the army almost. And the Omegas basically have the lower rankings and Alphas have the high rankings.
Ohm has managed to work his ass off and is now on the high ranks and Evan gets to work with him. He’s got a lot of respect for Ohm because of what he has achieved since Omegas in high rankings are very rare.
Their planet/world gets attacked and those who have survived are forced to leave and search for a place to hide. This is how Ohm and Evan end up crashing on Earth. (Their ship had been critically damaged as they escaped). They end up deep in a forest, not being able to fix their ship or having the courage to leave the crash site.
This is where Luke and Jonathan come in. They always go hunting once a month to spend some time together (twice if Jon manages to convince Luke to stop petting Princess). They always to one forest, but Jon decides to find more spots to hunt in another forest (where Ohm and Evan crashed xD) and Luke agrees. So they go and explore the other forest.
This is where they encounter Ohm, who seems a bit awkward and very nervous. He tries having conversations with them that make no sense and he just gives up and runs away. They follow him and end up at the crash site. Luke points his gun at Ohm and starts bombarding him with questions, but then he’s knocked down to the ground and ends up with his own gun pointed at him by Evan who had been following them. Evan orders them to leave and to not speak of what they saw.
They do go back to the forest a few days later with a couple of friends, armed and ready to trap Ohm and Evan. (Jonathan’s idea) Once they get them they are taken to Luke’s house.
(That’s all I’ve got for now. I think I had some more things but I forgot em’)
Cozy Love
Summary: In each other’s arms, you found solace, adventure, and a gentle reminder that sometimes, the world behind closed doors—with music, kisses, and lazy afternoons—is where the most magical moments unfold.
Tw: Established relationship, kisses, cuddling
As the gentle notes of a soft melody wafted through the room, a sense of peace enveloped the cozy living space. The afternoon sunlight danced through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the couch where you and Blarg were nestled together, minds drifting like clouds above.
Blarg, with his tousled hair and playful smile, looked down at you with eyes that sparkled like stars in a darkened sky. He brushed a stray hair behind your ear, the tender gesture making your heart flutter. "We could just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm that wrapped around your senses.
The warmth of his body against yours, the rhythm of his heartbeat, and the way his laughter danced in the air created an oasis of intimacy. Everything else—the chores, the errands, and even the ticking clock—drifted away. You leaned closer, tilting your head to capture his lips in a deep kiss. It was a kiss that sent electric currents through your soul, igniting a fire that enveloped you both.
You each melted into the moment, your surroundings slipping into a dreamlike state. The kiss lingered, full of promise and passion, as if it was a secret language only the two of you could understand. It was a promise of adventures yet to come, of lazy mornings wrapped up in each other's arms, and of nights filled with whispered hopes and dreams beneath a blanket of stars.
As you pulled away slightly, just enough to smile at each other, you could feel the warmth radiating between your souls. "What should we do today?" you asked playfully, tucking your head back into the crook of his shoulder.
Blarg chuckled softly. "We could binge-watch that series we’ve been talking about, or we could get creative with dinner," he replied, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your arm.
You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his as you stole soft kisses, each one deeper than the last. The kisses weren't just lips meeting; they were unspoken promises, little fireworks igniting between you, lighting up the lazy day with vibrant energy. One kiss, in particular, lingered longer than the rest, drawing you both into its magic. Time lost all meaning as you melted into each other, a world of your own where nothing else mattered.
"Nah let's just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with content.
Blarg chuckled softly, the sound resonating through his chest, making you smile against his lips. “That sounds perfect. I could get lost here with you forever.” His thumb brushed gently along your cheek, and for a moment, it felt like the universe itself had conspired to give you this tranquility.
With nothing to distract you from each other, you began to share stories—quirky tales from your childhood that made you both burst into laughter, dreams for the future that felt awash with hope, and quiet moments of reflection where you simply appreciated the presence of the other. Wrapped in each other’s warmth, hidden from the world outside, you knew this cozy, lazy day was more than just an afternoon; it was a cherished memory being etched into your hearts.
The music played on softly, weaving a delicate tapestry of sound that accompanied your laughter and whispers. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of raindrops began to tap against the window. You glanced outside and saw how nature had decided to join your cozy moment, painting the world in a fresh, soothing palette.
Blarg tightened his embrace, pulling you even closer as the rain danced outside. “I think we just found the perfect reason to stay right here,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. And as you settled deeper into his embrace, the rhythmic sound of rain harmonizing with soft melodies, you felt an immense sense of belonging, your heart swelling with joy.
Date with a Secret Identity
Summary: The girl, ___, was an aspiring artist who saw the world through swirls of color and imagination. Her boyfriend, Smii7y/Jared, was a quiet guy, at least when he wasn't in front of a camera. Little did __ know, the reason their date had sparked some curious glances was because of a secret that Smii7y had kept from her.
TW: Fake Name used, established relationship, secrets
On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the couple strolled through the local park, hand in hand, delighted to be in each other’s company. Children played, dogs barked, and the scent of kettle corn filled the air. I was lost in my thoughts, envisioning the next masterpiece I would create while Jared tried to enjoy our time together, despite the curious stares we received.
“See that guy over there? He keeps looking over here, mostly at you, which is weird,” I said, chuckling lightly as I nudged my boyfriend with my elbow.
Jared laughed, “Yeah, I’m kind of a legend around here.”
I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on my lips. “Really? I thought you just played video games and posted funny stuff online. What kind of legend gets recognized at the park?”
“Oh, just the kind that’s super modest,” he replied with a wink. “I just make silly videos, that’s all.”
He hoped her belief in his understated self-image would remain intact, as he tried to let it roll off his back. But inside, he felt a twinge of guilt. He cherished their time together, but how could he explain his world to someone who had no idea he was one of the most recognized YouTubers, creating a whirl of popularity in the gaming community?
As we settled on a nearby bench to enjoy our snacks, the curious guy approached us. He was in his late teens, wearing a hoodie emblazoned with a video game controller. “Excuse me,” he stammered, clearly nervous. “Are you… Smii7y?”
I watched my boyfriend in surprise. His calm demeanor didn’t match the surprise flickering in my heart.
“Uh, yeah,” Jared replied, his voice steady. The recognition sparked in the young man’s eyes. “I’m a huge fan. Can I take a picture with you?”
My heart raced with both excitement and confusion. A fan? With an inkling of realization dawning on me, I watched as Jared gracefully obliged, sharing laughter and casual banter while they posed. The young man beamed, his attitude shifting from shy to starstruck in an instant.
As the fan walked away, a swell of curiosity bubbled within me. “So… you really are a legend? A YouTube star?” I asked, unable to mask her astonishment any longer.
Jared sighed softly and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I am. I just didn’t want to make it weird or change how we are. I wanted this date to just be us, not anyone else.”
I chuckled, my heart swelling with affection. “You silly boy, you should know by now that you can’t hide that incredible side of you from me!”
In that moment, we both realized how differently we viewed fame. I valued the quiet moments of intimacy and creativity; Jared valued authenticity. After all, beneath the fame was a guy who simply wanted to share moments of joy and laughter, just like the beautiful day we were enjoying together.
A Tender Moment Filled with Love
Summary: On a dreary afternoon, when the world outside was wrapped in a silvery blanket of rain, the familiar and cozy living room became a sanctuary—a haven filled with warmth and affection. The soft patter of raindrops against the window created a gentle symphony, setting the perfect backdrop for a romance that felt like a scene ripped from a storybook.
TW: cuteness overload, soft love, established relationship
I didn't make this for a certain Clooless Member or anyone really, just wanted to try something different where you get to pick who it is! <3
In the middle of the living room, surrounded by scattered cushions and a fluffy throw blanket, our souls savored their playful intimacy. A soft song drifted through the air, and as if guided by an invisible force, we began to sway together, lost in a slow dance. It was a dance of love, spiraling softly, as if time had paused just for us.
Our foreheads touched gently, sharing soft kisses that melted into one another. Between bursts of laughter, tender whispers filled the space—a blend of sweet confessions and promises that felt as timeless as the falling rain. “You make the clouds go away,” I would say, pulling hime closer, our heartbeats syncing in perfect harmony.
The living room transformed into a world all its own, painted with joy and affection. With every kiss peppered across cheeks and noses, giggles erupted like bubbles in the sparkling air. Each kiss held a secret, a promise held tight between the two of us, affirming that we would always choose this moment—this happiness of being together.
Amidst the shared laughter, one squeezed the other’s hand, their eyes sparkling with mischief and love. With a note of sincerity beneath the playful banter, he leaned in and said, “Will you marry me, my pretty baby?” Histone was light, yet the weight of the words hung beautifully in the air.
“Oh? I’m your pretty baby now?” I asked with a shy smile, my cheeks tinged with rosy warmth. I couldn’t help but laugh, our giggles mingling with the sound of the rain, filling the air with delight.
“Yeah,” he replied, brushing a thumb across my soft cheek. “You’ve always been my pretty baby.”
With that, the laughter erupted again, soft and sweet, echoing against the walls of the small room. It was a melody of love and light-heartedness, binding them closer together. In that cozy cocoon, hearts were woven tightly as we embraced, snug against each other, captivated by the simplicity of shared dreams and blossoming love.
The rain continued to fall, but inside our little world, the storm felt far away. We held onto each other, cherishing the warmth of each other's love—a love that promised to grow, evolve, and weather any storm that life might bring. And as we clasped hands, drifting back into laughter and soft kisses, we knew we had found something inexorably special—a forever stitched together with the softest moments of now.
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!
☆ Smii7y
April's Fools Commentary
Mysterious Identity
Welcome to My Page! Hiya~! I'm Chaos Chloe, but y'all can just call me Chloe. I am a 23-year-old female. I am employed in the healthcare/medial field (as you can see by some of my stories), since I am a part of that field, I don't really have a posting schedule, yet. I am slowly, very slowly trying to get a hold of it. I do have ADHD, so my is scattered majority of the time. I do have some unfinished stories in progress, I am in the middle of wanting to rewrite/redo. As you can probably tell, I write for The Clooless Podcast/group {Use code CLOO}, I am open to expanding my works too = Frouse, Goons, and maybe some more down the road. I used to write for WWE, AEW, and the Vanoss Crew/Bananas Bus Squad, but those days are gone and have been retired. If you have any questions, go ahead and message me or ask anon, I don't mind answering questions you will all have. Now on to the Rules of my page and some guideline for request!
I am not, and I don't write smut, I am down to make sexual jokes, reference or sexual innuendos. Always down for a good rewrite, if I can take a clip or inspo from somewhere else. No hate of any kind, we are here to have fun and to enjoy ourselves. Be kind and respectful to all, we are all invited to read, chat, comment and interact with one another to improve our works and etc. If you are wanting a clip turned into a story, go ahead and request it and please send the link as well! Off you go to my Navigation or go ahead and send a request! Much Love~~ Chloe
Requests are open and ready for business!
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☆Puffer
☆Grizzy
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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.
Tiny Echoes In The Spotlight —Smii7y x Reader
f!reader, dilf smii7y, newborn baby, supportive boyfriend, stream interruptions, husband material, tender moments, request🦋
It was supposed to be just another evening—a typical stream for Jaren, better known to the world as Smii7y, while you juggled life with your newborn. But the peaceful flow of the night unraveled when piercing cries echoed through the house, louder and more relentless than usual. In the living room, you were pacing back and forth with the baby in your arms, doing everything you could to soothe them. “Shh, baby, please,” you whispered, your voice trembling with exhaustion. “Mommy’s here. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” The cries continued unabated, and you felt your chest tighten as frustration and guilt began to take over. It had been weeks of sleepless nights, weeks of trying to navigate this new chapter of parenthood. You hadn’t realized how much the exhaustion was eating away at you until tonight. “Please, baby,” you murmured, your tone pleading. “What’s wrong? Are you hungry? Does something hurt? Please, just tell me how to help.” You sank onto the couch, your hands trembling as you adjusted the blanket wrapped around your baby.
Your mind spiraled with self-doubt as their cries only seemed to grow louder. You felt like you were failing—failing as a parent, failing as a partner. You tried rubbing their back, humming softly, even bouncing them gently in your arms. But nothing seemed to work. Tears welled in your eyes, and despite your best efforts, they began to fall. “I’m sorry,” you whispered brokenly, your voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I’m trying so hard, and it’s still not enough.” In his recording room, Jaren was laughing with his chat, completely unaware of the scene playing out just a few rooms away. His laughter faltered, though, as a faint sound filtered through his mic—a baby’s cries. He paused mid-sentence, his head tilting as he listened. “Hang on, chat,” he said, muting his mic and standing up. “Be right back.” When Jaren stepped into the living room, his heart twisted at the sight before him. You were sitting on the couch, rocking the baby in your arms, tears streaming down your face as you tried desperately to soothe them.
He crossed the room quickly, crouching in front of you and placing a gentle hand on your knee. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice grounding you instantly. “What’s going on?” You looked up at him, your expression crumpling as fresh tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” you choked out. “I’ve tried everything, Jaren. I feel like… like I’m failing. As a mom, as your partner—I’m failing.” His brows furrowed, and he reached out to cup your cheek, brushing away your tears with his thumb. “Hey, stop that,” he said firmly but gently. “You are not failing. Do you hear me? You’re doing everything you can, and that makes you an amazing mom and an incredible partner.” “But he won’t stop crying,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I can’t make him stop, Jaren. I—” “You’ve been running on empty for weeks,” he interrupted softly. “You need a break, love. Let me take over for a bit.” You hesitated, your arms instinctively tightening around the baby. “But your stream—” “Can wait,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “They’ll understand. Right now, my family comes first.”
Before you could argue further, he gently took the baby from your arms, cradling them against his chest. The cries softened slightly as Jaren rocked them gently, his steady presence already starting to calm them. “Go lie down,” he urged, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got this.” Your resistance crumbled under the weight of exhaustion, and you nodded, standing up and wiping your face. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice heavy with gratitude. “Always,” he replied, giving you a reassuring smile. “Now go. Rest.” As you retreated to the bedroom, Jaren settled on the couch with the baby, adjusting the blanket around them before heading back into his recording area. Jaren returned to his recording room, his newborn son nestled snugly in his arms, the earlier cries reduced to soft hiccups. He settled into his chair, gently bouncing the baby to keep him calm as he adjusted his microphone. His chat, still buzzing from his abrupt departure, was full of speculation.
What happened?
Smii7y, you good?
Is everything okay?
Jaren unmuted his mic, his voice noticeably softer as he addressed the questions. “Sorry about that, chat,” he began, glancing down at the baby, who had started to nuzzle into his chest. “Something came up I had to take care of. Everything’s fine now.” The chat lit up with curiosity and concern.
You sure?
You sounded stressed
What’s that noise in the background?
Bro, are you hiding something?
Jaren hesitated for a moment, his lips quirking into a small smile as he looked down at his son. “Well… I guess there’s no hiding it now,” he said, his tone almost sheepish. “Uh, this is going to be a bit of a surprise for most of you.” The chat exploded.
What do you mean surprise??
Is Smii7y hiding a girlfriend?!
Spill the tea!
Chuckling softly, he leaned back in his chair, keeping one hand steady on the baby. “Alright, alright, calm down,” he said, shaking his head. “You guys know I don’t really do face cam stuff, but… I guess I’ll make an exception tonight. Hold on.” The anticipation in the chat was palpable as messages flooded the screen. Jaren clicked a few buttons, activating his rarely used face cam. The image flickered to life, revealing him sitting in his gaming chair with a tiny bundle cradled against his chest. “Chat, meet my son,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and tenderness. “This little guy is mine.” The reaction was instantaneous.
WAIT WHAT??
SINCE WHEN DOES SMII7Y HAVE A BABY??
OH MY GOD HE’S ADORABLE
YOU’RE A DAD???
I’M CRYING
Jaren laughed at the onslaught of messages, glancing down as his son let out a soft coo. “Yeah, it’s probably a bit of a shock,” he admitted. “We’ve been keeping things pretty private, but… well, there he is. The little Smii7y-in-training.” The baby shifted slightly, his tiny hand grasping at Jaren’s shirt. The chat erupted into a wave of hearts and affectionate comments.
LOOK AT HIS LITTLE HAND!
He’s perfect🥺
Dad Smii7y is real, and I love it
Jaren’s smile softened as he adjusted his hold on the baby. “He’s still figuring things out, but honestly, so are we,” he said, his tone more vulnerable now. “Parenthood’s no joke, man. It’s been sleepless nights and a lot of trial and error, but… it’s worth it.” The baby let out a soft sigh, and Jaren chuckled. “He’s the real MVP around here,” he said, glancing at the camera. “Momma’s getting some much-needed rest right now, so I’m on dad duty tonight.” The chat continued to gush over the baby, with fans praising Jaren for being so open and expressing their excitement for his new chapter. He stayed on for a while longer, answering questions and sharing small anecdotes about the early days of fatherhood, all while his son dozed peacefully in his arms. Eventually, Jaren turned off the face cam, his voice still warm as he addressed his audience. “Alright, chat, that’s enough excitement for tonight,” he said. “I’ll be back tomorrow, but for now, I gotta get this little guy settled. Thanks for being cool about this.” As he signed off, he looked down at his son, his heart swelling with love.
“You’ve got the whole internet wrapped around your finger already,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Just like your mom.” He carried the baby back to the living room, gently placing him in his bassinet before returning to you. Curling up beside you, he whispered words of encouragement, his hand resting over yours as the two of you finally found a moment of peace.
Roblox Shenanigans - Pezzy x Reader
Summary: You and Pezzy play Roblox Doors {Clip inspo, link at the bottom}
TW: cursing, established relationship,
It was an ordinary Thursday in our extraordinary realm. The sun had set, casting a soft glow over our screens, and the rain pattered gently against the window, almost synchronizing with the rhythm of our keyboards, when Pezzy and I decided on a challenge. An ambitious one, filled with mysterious tunnels, hidden treasures, and lurking monsters.
“Where do we go, Mrs. Pezzy?” he teased, exaggerating the formality as I regained my composure after my previous mishap. He knew I always had a plan, despite our shenanigans. I could hear his laughter ringing from across the digital divide, making me chuckle as I fought off monsters in our virtual world.
With dramatic flair, I leaned closer to the screen, my character poised at the entrance of the split tunnels: the path of the unknown. “Into the right tunnel!” I declared, confidence lacing my voice. But never had I fathomed that a vile creature would leap from the shadows, its growl reverberating through my headphones—a cacophony of terror. The instant my character was devoured, I felt as if I’d just lost a crucial battle in a war I wasn’t even prepared to fight.
“Did you die?” he chuckled, muffled behind his hands, still shaking with laughter. I could envision him—his playful grin wielding a power all its own.
“No,” I said, the witty sarcasm dripping off my tongue. I slapped my forehead dramatically, accentuating my severe case of digital misfortune, despite the chuckles exploding like fireworks from Pezzy on the other side of the microphone. His laughter echoed louder than the game itself, a spellbinding melody composed by sheer joy.
As his laughter echoed into the digital abyss, Pezzy's character stood frozen before the ominous Door 0131, a gate to untold nightmares. “Alright it’s this one, duh.” He said overly cocky, I watched as he confidently approached, excitement shimmering in his words. It was the perfect setup for chaos, and I could hardly keep my composure, knowing I would soon be gifted with a front-row seat to his impending fate.
“That was so funny, how that just happened,” Pezzy remarked, still trying to gather his breath from my previous misadventure. His character seemed to leer at mine with a hint of defiance, ready to unravel the mysteries that lurked beyond the door he was about to open.
With a click, the door swung wide, unleashing a flurry of terrifying pixels—a grotesque black blob spiraled forth, tentacles writhing menacingly, and blood-red eyes piercing through the digital heart of the game. Pezzy’s reaction was immediate; a scream erupted from him like a geyser, filling the air with a shockwave of sheer terror.
In that moment, I was overcome with laughter, the kind that blisters the stomach and threatens to burst from every seam. I could feel my cheeks heating up, my skin turning a glossy red like a shiny garnet, as I wheezed for air in my rollercoaster of a reaction. The disconnect of our virtual facades and our real lives allowed for a hilarity that I rarely experience—a shared connection spike across headset wires.
“Oh, karma’s a bitch, ain't it, lovey?” I quipped through my half-laughter, half-gasping breaths, a triumphant smirk plastered across my face.
Pezzy, still rooted to the spot, looked as though the blob had stolen his voice entirely, his character’s legs trembling backward in a parody of cowardice. This was payback long awaited, revenge served cold amidst our friendly rivalry.
Pezzy, still recovering from the unexpected jump scare that had jolted him into disarray, took a moment to recalibrate himself. “Okay, okay, that was totally unexpected!” he exclaimed, his breath hitching between laughter and disbelief. As he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, the remnants of his fright blended with the joy of our shared experience, like the afterglow of a summer storm. “But you don’t have to make it worse by laughing!”
“Ah, but see, that’s the beauty of gaming with you, my dear,” I retorted, still strewn across the floor like a carefree spirit who had just wrestled with the fates. My chair lay abandoned, a testament to the whirlwind of excitement that enveloped us. “It’s all about the unexpected surprises!”
With dramatic flair, I slipped back into my virtual self, my character standing still and composed, facing the ominous portal of Door 0131. Meanwhile, Pezzy’s character bravely wandered back toward the labyrinth, striding confidently toward Door 0129, swirling in an unexpected air of nonchalance.
With dramatic flair, I stepped back into my virtual self, my character an unyielding statue facing the intimidating Door 0131 once more. The eerie atmosphere wrapped around us, cinematic in its presentation. Meanwhile, Pezzy’s character strolled with exaggerated bravado toward Door 0129, embodying an unexpected air of casual confidence that cracked me up.
“It’s this one, duh!” I exclaimed, the words bubbling up from my core like a playful potion, my virtual arms popping up in a grand gesture of mock authority. I had to seize the moment to jab back at him, throwing his own banter right back at him with a flair that rivaled any Shakespearean actor.
“It’s thise oene, dhuh,” he shot back, his words mumbled and distorted in a comical, over-the-top way. It was as if he was auditioning for some bizarre cartoon villain role—his voice sputtering with the fervor of dramatic mischief. The sheer absurdity sent my sides splitting, laughter erupting uncontrollably, like pie crusts giving way to an explosion of raspberry filling, with each breath pricking at the edge of my sanity.
“You didn’t know either!” he yelled in playful anger, throwing his character's hands up in exaggerated exasperation, a pixelated spectacle that turned my laughter into a full-on bellyache. He was feigning offense, but being with him—his infectious spirit—made everything seem infinitely more entertaining.
“Uhhh, that was actually really good karma,” I managed to say after a series of snorts and gasps, my giggles finally settling into joyous remnants of laughter still dancing through my system. “Tuhh that mimimi!” He mimicked me, dramatizing the absurdness of my words with a snort that would put any comedic performance to shame.
Pezzy had a goofy face, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes, a gleeful caricature of absurdity meant to mirror his playful jab. It was a masterpiece of silliness crafted in a moment of spontaneity, and it only fueled the laughter swirling like a tornado between us.
“Okay, okay!” he said, chuckling himself. “Maybe we should just... collaborate this time? Let’s not get us killed by any more blobs or mysterious doors, please!”
“Fine, fine! But we are going to Door 0129!” I declared, placing a mock-serious tone on my voice to emphasize the gravity of my decision, though the twinkle of playfulness remained in my eyes.
With whimsical determination, we marched together to Door 0129, my finger hovering over the ‘open’ button like a superhero poised for action. The moment of truth approached, and the energy around us was electric, most likely because it was a rush.
I made a community for us Clooless/Frouse/ whatever their friend group is called fans! I Welcome any and all (except minors) There will probably be 18+ content posted, so at least please have your age in your profile. As readers, writers, fans and etc let’s enjoy the community! Please be friendly and respectful that’s all I ask loves
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.
Herbal - Grizzy x Reader
Summary: Friday night with your lover and herbs
TW: herbs = weed, Established relationship, a lil handsy and cuddles
in a cozy little apartment, nestled in the heart of a bustling city, there lived a couple named ___ and Grizzy. They had been together for a while, sharing countless adventures and creating memories that would last a lifetime. Friday nights were their special time, a ritual of unwinding from the week’s stress with some laughter, snacks, and, of course, their favorite herbal remedy.
On one particularly chilly Friday evening, ___ and Grizzy settled onto their well-loved couch, a soft blanket draped over them, and a bowl of buttered popcorn resting between them. The room was dimly lit by the golden glow of fairy lights, casting playful shadows that danced along the walls. The world outside faded away as they shared stories, laughter, and occasional goofy antics.
As the night progressed, Grizzy, ever the lighthearted spirit, started to feel the magic of the moment sweep over him. His eyes sparkled like stars, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hey,” he leaned over, whispering dramatically, “what if we build a blanket fort? Like, a magical kingdom where we rule as the Supreme Pudding Monarchs!”
___ giggled, feeling that familiar warmth of comfort wash over, the kind that turned thoughts into cuddly bubbles. “You mean the kingdom where you eat all the pudding and I’m left with just spoons?” They both erupted into laughter, a symphony of joy echoing through their cozy space.
Grizzy, feeling playful, couldn’t resist the urge to get a little handsy. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around ___, pulling her into the perfect snuggle. His fingers danced along ___’s arm, making silly shapes, claiming them as the kingdom of 'Cuddleville.'
With his giggles growing louder, Grizzy’s mischievous side kicked in. “You can't escape, my queen! You’re forever trapped in Cuddleville!” he declared, and continued to nuzzle ___’s neck, painting the air with warmth and affection.
___, on the other hand, melted deeper into the couch, embracing the serenity of being wrapped in Grizzy’s playful energy. Each friendly poke and playful squeeze made her heart swell with adoration. She loved these moments, where the worries of the world melted away and all that existed was them, lost in their bubble of joy.
Yet, as Grizzy continued to be a bundle of energy, ___ found solace in the quietness her high brought. She savored the giggles, the cuddles, and the unique bond they shared, letting out a soft, contented sigh. “We should just stay here forever,” she murmured, drifting off slightly, her head resting against Grizzy’s shoulder.
“Forever sounds perfect. In Cuddleville, time doesn’t exist,” Grizzy replied, his voice softer now, laced with a hint of sleepy silliness. The two basked in the warmth and simplicity of their love, imagining a world where nothing mattered but laughter and closeness.
As the night wore on, the fairy lights flickered like distant stars, and the city outside hummed a soothing lullaby. In their little corner of the universe, ___ and Grizzy danced through moments of giggles and warmth, creating a night filled with enchanting memories that would forever linger, like a sweet spell cast on a perfect Friday night.
The Great Gaming Fiasco
Summary: Grizzy rage, I think you already know this<3
TW: Established relationship, rage. anger, warzone moment, kissing, cursing and screaming, lmk if I missed anything
This fateful night started like any other, with the trio gathering their keyboards, their spirits high and laughter echoing through the room. “Ready to beat some noobs?” Grizzy hollered as he loaded up the game, the anticipation crackling in the air like static electricity. The familiar battle sounds filled the room, and they dove into the chaos.
“Why doesn’t that work?!” Smii7y bellowed, fierce frustration spilling from his lips like a dragon's fire, slumping dramatically in his chair as his avatar met an untimely demise. He banged his hand on the desk with a sound akin to thunder.
“Ello Grizzy!” Puffer sang with a comedic flair as Grizzy was unexpectedly reincarnated, flinging his parachute in a desperate bid to return to the sky. But alas, the parachute refused to open—like a deflated balloon. Grizzy’s frustration spiraled as he began to rain blows on his keyboard, resulting in a dramatic self-kill that could only be described as tragicomic.
“WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOURSELF?” Puffer cried out, the desperation lacing his voice as if they were in a high-stakes war council. “I COULD’VE REZZED YOU! WHY?!”
With a dramatic flourish, the keys rained down like confetti, creating a chaotic storm of letters and symbols — a keyboard glitter bomb exploded across his desk! Each key had its own story, its own mission to fulfill in the kingdom of Warzone, and now they lay shattered in despair.
The keyboard chaos continued, keycaps flying around Grizzy’s desk like tiny meteors in a galactic explosion of rage. The comical scene escalated, with Smii7y unable to stifle his laughter. “I think I need a new keyboard,” Grizzy declared with a resigned sigh echoing through the room, a solemn testament to his fiery spirit, as if he had just climbed Mount Doom only to find it was a mere hill.
“He just lost all his keycaps.” Smii7y said with a smirk growing on his face, while Grizzy fumed, the air tinged with both laughter and despair. “Oh my god” Puffer moans in emotional pain in the background. “Bro it aint working today.” Smii7y responded to Puffer's distress. “Nothing’s working.” Smii7y joked about how each bug felt like a monster stalking them in the night, ready to pounce at any awakening moment.
“I’m kicking over the key caps, I’ll clean that mess later.” Grizzy growled, “It's a problem for another day.
“What do you mean mess?’ Puffer aspirated at Grizzy
“Wait, can you even use your keyboard? Did you go get a new one?” Puffer asked for content
“I got a new one- well i stole __’s” Grizzy responded “Ugh-let me straighten my desk” Puffer laughed at Grizzy’s misery.
“Yeaahh” “What the fuck happend?” “What happened to you?” Smii7y and Puffer asked.
“The situation where you're gonna pull your parachute and it says “NO”” Grizzy explained as annoyance seeped through his voice. “Yeah! That literally just happened to me as well.” Smii7y agrees with Grizzy’s annoyance at the game with their bugs. They exchanged stories of their own gaming disasters, an unwritten pact of camaraderie knitting them closer amidst the chaos.
“Yeah so then I decided to slam my keyboard, which killed me, which made me even more angry. So I just clapped my keyboard together, ‘til everything came off.” Grizzy tells the replay of what just happened.
“Were you doing a last second one?” Smii7y asked. “Uhh-no i pressed it like 3 times before landing, it just didn't pull.” Grizzy answered with a slight tone.
“Like right now.” Grizzy placed ___’s keyboard down with some force, as he was clenching and unclenching his fist, storming off, as the trio couldn't help but spiral into a cyclone of banter, laughing yet again at Grizzy’s misfortune. Grizzy stormed off out of frame towards his right office door which was left open.
In the midst of the laughter, the mood shifted. A loud crash resonated from Grizzy’s office, while I was in the kitchen. Quickly followed by a blood-curdling scream that sent shivers down their spines.
“FUCK!!!” Grizzy’s roar thundered through the house, slicing through the laughter like a lightning bolt, a haunting call of despair that made everyone freeze. After that there was an eerie unusual stillness lurking in the house.
My skin jumped as his scream blared to life, roaring like a thousand ghosts at once, sending ice down my spine. I gasped in shock, my eyes popped open like saucers, my adrenaline rushing through my veins. In a flurry, I leapt out of my statue like a state.
With curiosity piqued, I tiptoed towards the scene, every step echoing with anticipation. Approaching cautiously, I soon found myself colliding with Grizzy, his frustration evident and his door hanging askew like a battle-worn shield, leaning on the doorframe. “Let me guess... warzone moment?” I quipped with a smirk, but concern laced my words like a thick fog that hung in the air.
“Yeah, I didn't know how else to take my rage out of my body, since I already broke my keyboard. I was most certainly not breaking your keyboard, yes I stole it after I broke mine. I knew how much time and money you spent on that keyboard.” Grizzy explained while I was giving him the “mom” look. As we stood there, I couldn’t help but chuckle. The chaos of gaming had turned into a comedic rendezvous, where gaming mishaps became fodder for laughter and camaraderie.
“Well I appreciate you not breaking mine, but now I have to fix your office door babe.” I say walking out his arms towards the closet of tools/storage that they have.
As I set to fixing his door, the banter resumed. “Is it possible to rage hard enough to break a door?” I teased while wielding my tools. Grizzy sheepishly scratched his head, his triumph of rage slowly fading into recollection of the bond we all had.
I heard Grizzy walk back into his office, as my hands were full of tools and glue so I could repair the holes in the wall. “I’m done, shut the fuck up. SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’m done, I’m done.” Grizzy repeated. “I just broke my door with my hands, now ___ is fixing it. I’m FUCKING DONE.” He screams in anger and slaps his hand on his desk.
“Sorry, baby, I'm not mad at you.” Grizzy apologized to me, as I was trying to make myself as small as possible. I was putting toothpicks and wood glue together in the holes, where the screws used to be. Grizzy ended the stream right after he apologized to me.
“You’re fine babe, is there anyway you can get the sandpaper that i left on the counter. Also maybe the wirecutter in the tool box?” I asked him a favor, I felt my phone buzz in my butt pocket.
Hey ___ you okay? Grizzy okay? -Puffer
Yes we are both okay, he is calming down now as we are both putting the door back together. Try to tell, chat that too. You know how shit can spiral out of control.
Will do, and okay we were just making sure
Its all good! I’m probably gonna make him, go get us food in a min
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Moments passed as I tuckered away at the door, awaiting Grizzy’s emotional cooldown. “After all this fixing, how about a nice dinner?” I suggested with a smile, already picturing a delightful feast to reward ourselves after the wild night.
“C’mon babe, let's get your fine ass off the dirty floor and go find a nice restaurant.” Grizzy nodded enthusiastically, offering his hand to help me up, grinning ear-to-ear. As I stood up with his help, I gave him a kiss on the lips and started tugging him to the door, laughing together.
More Nut in my Butt - Pezzy
Summary: Out of Context Twitch Clip- Link at the bottom of the short story
TW: Established relationship, cursing, sexual innuendo, lmk if I missed anything <3
“Sorry guys, I was texting Bella to bring me the rest of the Nutter Butters/. I am in a snacky mood right now” He explained to chat.
*Knock Knock*
“Come on in Bells.” Pezzy yelled over his shoulder.
“Hiii, babes, here's your nutters you wanted. By the way, do you care if I hang out here til they are done cooking in the kitchen?” I questioned Pezzy and slightly towards chat.
“Thank you bells, and yeah we are still in our yapping session part of the stream. Did you want to join or lay in the background?” Pezzy invited Bells.
“Would it be okay if I lay in the background and throw my two cents in here and there?” Bells quizzed him while looking at the monitor
“Yeah babe that's fine, thank you again.” Pezzy gratefully thanked Bella. Then Bella was walking towards his couch to lay down, she took her hair down so she lay down comfortably.
*”OMG, did she really give him the regular Nutter Butters?”* Pezzy read out a comment from a random chatter. Pezzy raised up the package to show the camera.
“No Double Nutty, look they made it with double nuts. So now it has more nuts in it.” Pezzy put down the package back in his lap or on his desk.
“It's pretty sick, I love more Nutt in my butt.” Pezzy said with no thought no filter, once it registered in his head, his smile grew wide, he started laughing and leaning to the left out of frame looking at Bella laying on the couch.
Once it registered in Bellas head that her boyfriend said that, she started cackling and growing red like a cherry due to the lack of oxygen. She couldn't control herself and balance on the couch so ended up on the floor which made Pezzy and herself laughing harder. They both started crying on how much they were laughing.
“What did I just say?” Pezzy was gasping for air while trying to get over his digital footprint being more tainted.
“I mean babe, you could have just asked me in private not on stream.” Bella choked out in between her laughs and wheezes.
“Shut the fuck up, bells!” Pezzy exclaimed and started cackling. Pezzy fell out of his chair laying with Bella on the floor laughing.
I do NOT own the banner/divider, The artwork belongs to the artist which has been linked. Nor do I own Pezzy or any of his content that is all him and his work.
Back Seating in Action-Pezzy
Summary: Chat back seating on a game, inspo from his clip. There will be a link at the bottom of the post. {2nd POV or if you were watching the stream...}
TW: Screaming, cursing, established relationship and a mention of a gun {an emote from Twitch} lmk if I missed anything :)
“Guys let me show y’all what I see in chat, with back seating.” Pezzy takes off his headset while getting up from his “gamer” chair.
“You’re sitting at your computer having a good time, right?” Pezzy sassily fixes his clothes as he leaves the room while leaving his door cracked slightly for a hot minute.
Then, his girlfriend, ____ slams the door open, while wearing her signature red and plaid, fluffy pjs pants and a muscle tank top, and her hair up in a messy bun, stomping her way to the computer. She slightly trips on his shoes in the walkway and laughs it off, Pezzy walks in behind her watching in suspense to see what she will do. She grabs the mic and starts ranting and screaming into the mic.
“HEY, this is how you do everything! You do this part, you put that pipe here, and the other part there. You need this code, here’s the code by the way. 45826 and then it's these colors {Pink, Purple and Gray}, and this what; and this is what happens at the end of the game ... .That's what happens by the way, but enjoy your game.” _____ cried in pain at the stupidity of chat, she then moves away from the camera to sit on the edge of Pezzy’s bed. Then Pezzy walks into the middle of the camera frame. He lifts his arm up to his side in an angry questioning state.
“LIKE WHAAAT?!?!” Pezzy screeches as his voice cracks from the stress on his vocal cords.
“Babe, you have really stupid and young people in your chat if this is every stream occurrence.” ____ comments as she shakes her head, laughing in disbelief.
“Oh, trust me baby, I know.” Pezzy snarkily agrees, walking back to his chair putting his headphones back on.
“Welp, Imma head back to the couch make me a mod for this stream, so i can ban those spoiling fuckers. Just ask for me to help and if anyone else tries or does help I will time them out for 3 minutes or so.” ____ suggested walking away.
“I got you and thank you babes.” Pezzy throws his answer over his shoulder to make sure she heard him clearer.
“SEE chat, y’all better be careful. She's ruthless and hot, no wonder she's my girlfriend. Unlike y’all fuckers, can’t even get a girlfriend” Pezzy teases his chat while laughing.
“Be Careful chat, I'm here and lurking. I don't miss my shots, Chat PepegaGun”
“Now you, assholes are gonna Pet the mods, huh?” Pezzy questioned the chat.
backseating in action - Twitch
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I do NOT own the banner/divider, The artwork belongs to the artist which has been linked. Nor do I own Pezzy or any of his content that is all him and his work.
Drunk Pezzy
Summary: A small blurb from Pezzy being drunk...
TW: Drunk people, Drunk actions, alcohol, cursing, established relationship.
“I’m done, no more drinkies for me.” Droid hiccup while sitting on Pezzy’s bed, Puffer and Grizzy chuckled at him.
Puffer and Grizzy were at his desk, Grizzy was sitting in his chair while puffer was standing on his right side with the mouse in his hand.
“Are there speakers on this Pezzy?” Puffer inquired while looking in his settings for something {idr someone lmk}.
Droid got up with the alcohol in his right hand laughing at Pezzy stumbling to lean on the bathroom door/wall to the bathroom. Once he got his bearings somewhat straight, he put his right hand on the door knob and twisted it open. Pezzy didn’t have full control of his body, as he opened the door he fell right with the door. Gravity took control and made him hit the floor, Droid got the door, Grizzy popped up from the chair, as Puffer moved quickly to check on him as if they didn't have a single drink.
“Oh my god, what the fuck?” Droid stated due to Pezzy falling
“Hey Bella, you might wanna come in here!” Puffer called for his girlfriend
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Knock, knock.
“Hey, is the camera on?” I asked timidly while the door cracked open a little bit.
“Yeah, we can block you from it.” Droid suggested.
“Okay I’m coming in, and tell me what happened to his stupid ass i didn't catch it on stream.” I commented walking in wearing my fuzzy lavender shorts and cardigan with my white cropped tank top with my slippers on meeting Droid at the door, so he can body block the camera on his left.
“He fell on his ass, lost his balance while opening the door.” Puffer explained shortly as Droid walked me to the bathroom, shaking my head at him.
I got on my knees, to check on his head and his wrist, no scrapes, no blood, and thankfully no broken bones.
“Hi baby, did you have a little bit too much to drink?” I teasingly asked Pezzy.
“Mmmm maybe babe.” He slurred with a small chuckle while shaking his head yes.
“Alrighty, well you aren’t bleeding and have no broken bones so you are good, just drunk. I’ll let you get back with the boys, okay?” I smiled while holding eye contact.
“Okay babe, i'll call ya back when the stream ends.” He replied .
I got back up to my feet, holding my hand out to him to help him out of the bathroom but, Grizzy came in and picked him up so i wouldn't have too. I laughed a little bit too hard seeing him being basically princess carried out of the bathroom. Droid and Puffer body blocked the camera for me to leave the room without my face being shown to camera for long. I went back down the stairs to resume baking all types of sweets that the boys will appreciate, this time I will pay attention to his stream, a little bit more attentively.
“What, y’all saw my girlfriend? Isn't she the sweetest and prettiest?” He asked the chat I shook my head in a lovingly manner.
“Hi chat :) <3”
