Clooless Queen

Lucky Pack

Summary: It was a bright Saturday afternoon, and the small but cozy room was filled with the low hum of excitement and the soft glow of LED lights that illuminated the gaming setup. The camera was rolling, and you could feel the anticipation in the air as you prepared for yet another Pokémon card pack opening on Pezzy’s stream.

TW: Kissing, language, established relationship,

I had recently gotten my nails done, each finger adorned with intricate designs that shimmered like a treasure trove. Pezzy couldn’t help but beam with pride, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he often referred to me as "his hand model." I was hoping that today was special because I wanted to pull something fantastic from the packs, slightly wishing that he didn’t buy anymore packs.

As the packs were stacked on his desk, the aroma of cleaner and nostalgia wafted through the air, curling around me like a playful spirit. The chat was abuzz, a mixture of viewers cheering for your luck and a few teasing Pezzy about how he was just as excited to see you as he was about the cards. I smiled, my fingers gliding over the shiny wrappers, feeling the thrill of the hunt. I thanked a couple of chatters for complimenting my nails and my rings; reaching for the next pack.

With each pack I opened, I revealed cards filled with magnificent Pokémon illustrations, and the energy in the room heightened. I could hear Pezzy narrating, his voice laced with excitement, encouraging me with every flip of a card. The viewers echoed his enthusiasm as they guessed what card would come next.

And then it happened. As I peeled back the final card from a Fusion Strike pack, my eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that…?” I gasped, barely able to contain my excitement and slight relief. The Gengar full art card glimmered under the lights, its vivid colors and stunning artistry mesmerizing the audience. 

Pezzy’s reaction was instantaneous “OH SHIT!”— he erupted into a nearly uncontrollable frenzy of joy. The man who was usually calm and collected had lost his cool. “No way! No way! You got it!” he exclaimed, his voice reaching an octave that made even the viewers giggle. 

And before I could fully register the monumental card I had just pulled, Pezzy was wrapping me in a tight embrace, lifting me off the ground as he spun me around like a whirlwind. My laughter filled the room, infectious and pure. "You did it! You really did it!" he blurted out between kisses, the sweetness of the moment overwhelming.

His chaotic joy felt like fireworks, vibrant and illuminating. I could hardly process what was happening as he showered me with affection, his kisses warming my cheeks, his voice a mismatched blend of excitement and adorable nonsense. “We’re going to be done with this pack! You’re the best in the world! I can’t believe this!”

“Guys, chat, wait let's look at the centering is not that bad. BUT WE GOT THE CARD CHAT!” He sagged into his chair, pulling me into his lap; holding me like a childs’ favorite stuffed animal. “We can finally rest, I feel complete. I’m throwing the rest away.”

“UH uh sir, you spent money on those, you gonna open.” I say with sass while reading chat, they were all happy that Pezzy finally got his card, some were laughing at my response to him. “C’mon on beautiful grab another pack then.” He gestured as he laughed and laid his head on my back. 

Sassy Steamy Stream - Droid x Reader

Summary: Droid likes his girl sassyyy

TW: Established Relationship, kisses, cursing

One breezy Saturday evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle, Droid was live streaming one of the latest games that had taken the online community by storm. His chat was buzzing with excitement, and the atmosphere was electric. _ sauntered into the frame, a grin dancing on her lips. She was ready to bring some fun to the game.

"Hey, Droid," she teased, leaning casually against the back wall of the streaming room. "I can’t believe you still can’t beat level 5. I thought you were the ‘Gamer King’ or something?"

The viewers erupted into laughter, and Droid raised his brows, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Well, maybe the ‘Gamer Queen’ should show me how it’s done instead of sitting there looking cute!"

_ gasped theatrically, placing a hand on her chest. "Cute? You want cute? I thought you liked it when I had an attitude! Should I turn that up a notch?"

"Oh, I definitely do!" he replied, leaning forward in his gaming chair, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Give it to me, princess. Show everyone what you’ve got!"

With a mock, exaggerated flick of her hair, _ stepped into the spotlight. "Alright, then—if you can’t handle the sass, you shouldn’t have asked for it!" She shot him a playful wink and continued to deliver a barrage of witty comebacks that had the entire chat roaring with joy.

However, the banter was getting spicier, and the tension, albeit playful, was palpable. Their chemistry fizzled with electric sparks, and with each snarky remark, Droid leaned closer, clearly enjoying the playful rivalry.

But just when the viewers thought it couldn’t get any more entertaining, _ decided to escalate things. "Maybe if my boyfriend wasn’t so busy gaming, he’d have time for a real challenge… like me!”

Droid gasped in mock shock. “Did you just challenge me, _? That’s a mistake you won’t want to make!”

With a roar of laughter, he abruptly stood up from his chair, the calm façade slipping away, replaced by a playful aggression that had been building throughout their on-camera antics. Before the viewers could fully process what was happening, he grabbed _ by the waist, pulling her in close.

The chat exploded with predictions, suggestions, and pure excitement, but to their surprise, the screen momentarily faded to black.

What happened next was undoubtedly only captured in the wild imaginations of those watching, as off-camera, passionate laughter, gasps, and affectionate whispers mingled, making it clear that this playful attitude had erupted into a much deeper connection.

As the screen flickered back to life, the audience found themselves staring at an empty gaming chair next to Droid’s, but the playful echoes of laughter still lingered in the air. The chat was a storm of emojis and excited messages, viewers grappling with their imagination, imagining the lively scene that had just unfolded off-camera.

Suddenly, the live stream returned to focus, revealing Droid looking gloriously rumpled—his hair tousled, and a broad grin plastered across his face. _ reappeared just a moment later, her cheeks flushed and eyes alight with delight, as if she had been caught in an entirely different world from the one they had been playing in moments before.

“Well, that went better than expected,” Droid quipped, flashing a cheeky smile at the camera. _ chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “Just remember, all challenges come with unexpected rewards!”

“What did we miss?” someone typed, the chat practically vibrating with curiosity.

“Let’s just say…” Droid began, leaning toward the screen with an exaggerated conspiratorial tone, “the level of play just reached a new high.” He exchanged a knowing and playful glance with _, who stifled a giggle.

_ chimed in, “Careful now, fans. You know what happens when you challenge a gamer queen. He might not come back from that level!” She winked at the camera, fanning the flames of intrigue even further.

The chat became a whirlpool of excitement, predictions flying by as the audience tried to decipher the unspoken bond between the couple. They were not just a gaming duo; they were an electrifying pair whose chemistry added a unique twist to the friendliest of banters.

With the chat buzzing like a beehive, Droid and _ leaned into the playful energy that had enveloped the stream. Their laughter intertwined as they exchanged teasing remarks, but there was something magical about the atmosphere, an undeniable spark that captivated their audience.

“Alright, where were we?” Droid said, glancing at his screen. “Oh right, conquering evil and saving the world!”

“But first,” _ interjected, a mischievous glint in her eye, “how about a little victory kiss for the queen on this special stream?”

The chat exploded with applause emojis and hearts as Droid raised an eyebrow, smirking. “A victory kiss? Only if I get one too!” he replied playfully.

Pause. The tension simmered in the air as the two exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them—a shared secret that deepened their bond. Slowly, with a degree of dramatic flair, they leaned toward each other, the camera zooming in to capture the moment.

And then it happened—two quick, sweet smooches on the lips, innocent yet charged with an electric charm that sent the chat into a frenzy. Comments flooded in: "Adorable!", "Power couple!", and even "GET MARRIED ALREADY!"

_ giggled, pulling back slightly, her cheeks flushed. “See? That’s how you unlock a new level in a relationship status!”

Droid couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes twinkling. “I’m just glad I got to play co-op for that! Now, let’s show them what we can really do.”

The couple dove back into their gaming world, but the smooches hung in the air, refreshing the vibe between them. Each time Droid completed a challenge or _ scored a point, they’d steal another quick kiss, their connection transforming the gameplay into a love letter for their viewers.

Stream Moments - Droid Version

Summary: Clips from stream/YouTube videos

TW: Established relationship, kissing, cursing,

“Watch from- the minion franchise is the first one, and that's it.” As Droid is talking to chat all dressed up in his suit, I walked in and stood behind him on his right side. I was dressed up in my suit that has irregular large sleeves and a bell bottom pantsuit. 

“Woow, shit look at you bay-babyyy.” Droid looked taken back, as he bit his lip, his eyes devouring me. “Hold on Chat.” He reached for his phone and brought it up in front of his face to take a picture of them drooling over me.  

“Okay, okay, okay yes this is my girlfriend if there are fans who live under a rock and dont know shit fuck damn.” Droid said introducing me due to him seeing some chatters asking who i was to him.

“Hi chat, it seems like you like the suit as much as I do?” I asked to chat, seeing some of the normal users who are always here.  I blushed and started giggling as Droid brought his right arm up to rest it on my lower back or on my ass. “You know they can probably tell what you're doing right?” 

“Oh well, you're mine anyway.” He shrugged, still admiring me and my outfit. 

Droid was playing around with his green screen, showing, Chat, what all he can put on there. “Guys you are not ready for the next one.” He said in a funny tone, as he loaded up the next picture.

“Look at a dog with fat ass lips!” He said laughing cause it really wasn't anything special. He started cackling at Chats responses for calling him out. “Alright, you guys really want to see something?” He asked in a very suspicious tone, plotting a down right chilling plan.

He took a photo from my instagram of me on the beach in a bikini and put it up on the green screen,”wuh-PSSSH!” “TOP OF THE MORNING TO YOU, LADDYS!” He screamed as his hand hit my ass on the picture. 

__users: Is your door locked?

“OOhhh heyyy babes.” He panicked and clicked my picture of the green screen while trying to play cool on stream as if they were talking casually. “No my door isn't locked, what up?”

___users: you better lock it or you want comin in there

“Ah shit chat. I'm in some trouble now.” He rushed over to lock his office door.

“Hello!” Droid screamed facing his door with his headphones around his neck. I bust the door open, revealing myself in a sexy nun costume. I walked into the middle of the room, I stood on his right side as he was sitting down.

“Oh my god!” He gasped out in shock that I was even wearing it or trying it on. “Hold on, Bro.” He was messing around with his left monitor to show me what the camera sees/ what chat sees on stream.

“Yeah, oh my god babe.” He stuttered out like a fish out of water. “I know, like look at how snug it is, babe.” I giggled as he turned around to see my ass in the skirt. “Oooh- oh my god.”He repeated like a broken record, still in shock. HE started laughing and covering his mouth with his hand, which caused me to start laughing and walking towards the door but iI turned around halfway.

“I think yours fits better than Pezzys.” He said, moving his hand to his forehead, “Really-wait what do you mean?” I asked in shock.

“Like I don't know, like -” “like ridiculously way or cause it actually fits me?” I cut him off to understand. 

“Exactly both of them. Hollyyy shittt, babe.” He spun in his chair to face me, “You look so fucking good babe, like god damn.” 

“You know what?” He said, “You know who you look like?” I hummed a response, I was too focused on fixing my gloves.  “Fucking Misa, or-or whats her name from Death Note?” 

“Ahhh thank you luv!” I squealed cause she was my inspiration with the outfit. “That's what exactly- your whole aura- the authenticness- the whole sha-bang. Like holy shit again, gosh damn i got lucky with you!” He screamed in cuteness-aggression.

“That's an instant nut, right there on the spot.” Droid exclaimed while slamming his phone down on his desk.

“Whoopies Chat, sorry my bad.” DRoid apologized once he saw chat going crazy asking what __ sent him

“Guys you are not seeing what she sent me, ill def get banned and also FUCK YOU!” He yelled as he was flipping off the camera and standing up to reach it.

“Okay maybe you'll see it on her instagram but def not my channel.” He calmed down as he was readjusting himself in his swivel chair.

“Ohmp Chat, there's a wild __ in the house.” DRoid panned his phone camera over to me, looking like a hot mess. I had a spoon in my mouth, my hair up in a messy bun, and his sweatpants and his sweatshirt on.

“Hiis-fhat.” I struggled to greet chat due to my mouth holding the spoon, so I gave up and raised my hand giving them a weird still wave. I gave Droid a weird questioning look to see why he has the can of Raid in his hand.

“I'm spraying ants babe.” I gave him an understanding look; he turned back to the closet. I was beginning to walk back down the stairs, he quickly spun back around and pretended to spray me.

“No no no!” I screamed running down the stairs while trying not to die of laughter. I darted down the stairs, my heart racing as I fled from the imaginary spray. “You can’t spray me!” I laughed, clutching my spoon like it was a magic wand. “I’m not an ant!”

Droid, with a grin like a Cheshire cat, chased after me. “But you’re in a wild disaster zone, aren’t you? Wild, messy hair, spoon in mouth—you’re practically begging for it!”

“Hey! I call this look ‘chaotic chic’!” I retorted, trying to strike a pose that balanced on the edge of ridiculousness. The moment was too surreal; here we were, caught in a ludicrous battle against ants, armed with nothing but a can of Raid and a wooden spoon.

“Alright, chaotic chic, how about you help me out?” He leaned against the wall, mock-seriously.

“Yeah that was a near death experience, no fucking cap-” He gasped “Oh my god” I slammed open his door wide open. I started laughing so hard that I lost my footing and fell into his door.

“Yes baby?” He asked in tone, speaking of tiredness of my stupid antics while he was streaming. “Is there something you need?” I got up only to start laughing again and hold onto the door frame outside of his room.

“Can I have a kiss before you get too deep into streaming and gaming with the boys?” I asked all innocently and politely. “Oh now you wanna act all nice after you terrorized me?” His voice is full of sarcasm and disbelief.

“Come here lovebug.” I walked over to his set up and sat in his lap, he wrapped his arms around my waist to make sure I didn't fall out of his lap.

“MWAH!” I gave him a big fat kiss on his lips and gave him a quick peck on his cheek, as I was walking out all I heard, “God Chat she's literally the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

“But I digress, yo. We are here to save some lives and we are going to make America a better, hopefully a safer country. You know, you know we are here.” He clapped his hands together, “We got Pezzy on the scene and I have my assistant on break as you can tell in the back.” Droid pointed to me in the bathtub drinking wine and reading a fake folder. AKA a backup folder, as a just in case emergency.

“Hey don't call me out, I'm still technically on the clock, go call your agent on the scene.” I yelled over my shoulder being sassy. I brushed my dry hair over my shoulder, took a quick sip and went back to reading.

“Okay let's listen to my oh so lovely assistant, and let's call my guy.” He picked up his walkie talkie and pushed down on the button, “Yo, hello?” He waited for a response to call out on the other line.

“Uhh boss babe.” I said hearing the walkie go off in the bathroom with me, on the counter by my sink. “Yes, assistant?” He answered back over his shoulder.

“You didnt give your agent the correct walkie. You gave him my walkie, and now I have his walkie.” I said trying to stay PG and not getting out of the bathtub completely nude on camera.

“Ah fuck!” “Alright let's make a take two or we can just chop on the video and make it seem like it was all in one take.” He laughed at our own stupidity, he got up and walked to the entrance of the bathroom. “It's on the counter by my sink, love.” I pointed to it while flipping around in the tub.

He grabbed the walkie talkie and clipped it to his pants. Then he slowly sauntered up to me, to lean down and kiss me on the lips. “You look absolutely breathtaking mi amor.” 

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.

Agora Hills - Grizzy x Singer!Reader

Summary: You are singing your new song, and a surprise happens at the end (inspired from TikTok and a recent request)

TW: Established relationship, kissing, a surprise,

As the lights dimmed and the crowd's cheers crescendoed, my heart raced with excitement and adrenaline coursed through my veins. I took a deep breath, soaking in the vibrant energy emanating from thousands of faces, their voices intertwining in a cacophony of support and love. Dressed in my one-of-a-kind, custom-made dress—a stunning homage to the South African flag—each crystal and bead caught the light, creating a dazzling display that mirrored the spirit of the festival. My matching heels added just the right touch of glamour, making me feel like I was floating as I moved.

The iconic introduction of my song “Agora Hills” reverberated through the amphitheater. I could hardly believe I was about to share this special piece with such an incredible audience. This song, woven from the threads of love and longing, told the story of Grizzy and me—a reflection of our adventures, dreams, and the moments that shaped our hearts.

The first beats of the music pulsed through me, igniting a fire. I began to dance freely, the rhythm guiding my body with a magnetic pull, as if I were a part of the music itself. I let go of the everyday worries that clouded my mind and focused solely on the moment—the lights, the beats, and the people who had gathered to share this experience with me.

As I swayed and twirled, memories flooded back to me like a movie reel—our first meeting at a community festival, laughing as we tried to teach each other traditional dances, and quiet nights under the stars talking about our dreams. Agora Hills was more than just a song; it was a celebration of our love, our cultures, and everything we aspired to be together.

I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined Grizzy, watching me from the crowd, beaming with pride and love. I could almost see him cheering me on, his presence fuelling my performance.

The moment these lyrics hit my lips, a rush of energy surged through me, electrifying the atmosphere. The crowd echoed back with excitement, their voices rising and falling with the beat. It was contagious: a feeling of love and longing wrapped in a melody that everyone seemed to know.

"Kissin' and hope they caught us, whether they like it or not!" I sang out, glancing at the faces in the front row. A couple holding hands cheered loudly, their eyes sparkling with joy, and it reminded me of Grizzy and me—two souls intertwined in a world that sometimes feels like it's moving too fast.

As I continued to sing out the chorus, "I wanna show you off, I wanna brag about it!" the beat pulsed through my heart. Each note transcended mere performance; it was a declaration of love, an anthem for all those who dared to dream and be unapologetically themselves.

The lights danced in rhythm to the music, and I felt every ounce of their warmth reflecting back at me. My dress barely fluttered as I twirled, every Swarovski crystal glinting in the vibrant lights like tiny stars against the South African night sky.

"And I wanna tie the knot!" I declared, my voice soaring with conviction. Suddenly, I envisioned a future with Grizzy—a world where we could embrace our love openly, where the weight of judgment faded into nothing and acceptance reigned. My heart beat stronger with that thought. 

"I wanna show you off!" I sang again, letting the refrain echo into the night, the crowd responding with wild cheers. This was more than a performance; it was a celebration of everything we wanted and everything we stood for.

With each pulse of the bass, an invisible thread connected each person in the audience. Friends were hugging, lovers swayed to the beat, and families joined in the symphony of love echoing through the festival grounds.

As I neared the end of the chorus, I raised my arms high, inviting them all to sing along, "I wanna show you off!" The crowd roared back, voices intertwining in a beautiful, powerful affirmation. In that moment, under the stars, we were a unified force celebrating love, hope, and the courage to be vulnerable.

As the chorus rolled on, I danced across the stage with a buoyant energy that was almost intoxicating. "I wanna show you off!" I sang, my heart racing with every beat. The steady rhythm of the music cradled me, and I could feel its vibrations deep in my chest, urging me to connect even more with the audience. 

I locked eyes with a fan in the front row—a young woman with vibrant blue hair and glittering rhinestones adorning her cheeks. She was singing every word back to me, her smile wide and genuine, reflecting the very emotions I poured into my performance. In that brief moment, it felt as if our souls intertwined, united by the powerful message of love and pride that resonated through the lyrics.

"I wanna show you off (off), yeah, yeah!" I sang, twirling and spinning as I made my way to the edge of the stage, reaching out in a playful gesture that invited the crowd to join in. I knew this night was about more than just me; it was about all of us celebrating together.

As I danced, the energy emanating from the audience became a palpable force, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. I could see couples swaying together, friends grinning from ear to ear, everyone lost in the joy of the moment. I felt every emotion—happiness, love, even a sprinkle of nostalgia—as I recalled my journey with Grizzy and our dreams for the future. 

"I wanna show you off!" I chimed again, my voice rising above the music, creating a moment where we all sang as one. The crowd’s cheers blended harmoniously with the melody, and I felt like I was floating in a sea of warmth and acceptance.

Moving to the other side of the stage, I locked eyes with a group of friends, and their excitement ignited a fire within me. I raised my arms and invited them to sing louder, even bolder—reminding us all to shed any inhibitions. "I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you!" I urged passionately, a rhythmic wave of unity rolling through the throng of fans. 

In that electrifying atmosphere, I could almost hear the unspoken words—a collective hope, a declaration that love should be celebrated openly, without fear or judgment. My outfit shimmered with every movement, reminding me of the strength and beauty of the diverse cultures I wanted to honor and embrace. 

As the song flowed on, I danced with abandon—spinning, leaping, and weaving through the air, the world around me blurring as I became one with the music. The audience was a dance partner of its own, and our mutual love vibrated in harmony as I sang about the very essence of showing off the ones we adore.

I could feel the pulsating energy in the air as the beat carried me through the song, and I knew exactly where I wanted to take the performance. With a cheeky smile and a glint in my eye, I stepped closer to the front edge of the stage, scanning the sea of faces before me.

“Hold my hand,” I called out, extending it toward that same vibrant blue-haired fan in the front row who’d been singing her heart out. Her eyes widened, and she reached out eagerly, her excitement palpable. I gently clasped her hand, feeling a delightful rush of connection and warmth.

“Now, you can hit it while they watch,” I teased, my voice lowering slightly as I pointed playfully at her, a wink thrown in for good measure. The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, the atmosphere crackling with a mischievous flair.

So, 9:30? I'll see you there

No, you hang up, you hang up

The beat thumped like a heartbeat, sending waves of adrenaline through me as I bounced around the stage. The crowd was electrified, leaning in, living for every word and every moment. The atmosphere was palpable with energy, and I could feel the undeniable connection between us, like an unspoken pact of wild joy and freedom.

“Something different about you,” I sang, locking eyes with a different fan this time—a guy with bright green hair and a huge grin that made my heart race. His excitement reflected all around him, creating an infectious wave of enthusiasm. “Love it when he hit and smack too!” I added with a flirtatious wink, and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, our energy intertwining more tightly with each passing moment.

I sauntered closer to the edge of the stage, gesturing to another fan—a girl with tattoos snaking up her arms and a confident sway to her step. “Baby, let me lick on your tattoos!” I teased, striking a pose that made her squeal with delight, her friends erupting into enthusiastic laughter. It was moments like these where I felt the love in the air; we were all in this together.

“That’s true that I like PDA, take you to a seedy place,” I sang, capturing the crowd's attention. Hands shot up, and people started playfully mimicking my movements, creating an interactive experience that felt electric. “Suck a little dick in the bathroom!” I called out, letting the laughter and playful teasing bounce back at me like a game of emotion, the smiles wide and genuine.

The energy shifted, and I could sense a vibe of anticipation. “Who that man with the big strong hands on her ass in the club with the paps?” My voice rang out, teasingly accusatory yet filled with bold pride, pointing at a couple dancing together in the front row, their moves mimicking the playful lyrics, laughter spilling out like confetti.

“Baby, that's you,” I exclaimed, giving them a nod while circling a finger in the air and feeling a rush of excitement as the chorus charged through the crowd anew.

“Front-seat, chillin’ with the window down,” I continued, letting the rhythm take full control. I danced like there was no tomorrow, every motion synchronized with the waves of laughter and cheers carrying through the night. The crowd was fully on board, and even as my lyrics turned more daring, their enthusiasm only grew.

“Ten-toes down on the dash, gettin’ fast food,” I chimed in, raising a mock soda cup in one hand while pretending to lean back comfortably in a car. The crowd mimicked me, cups held high, all while their cheers reached a fever pitch.

“Hope you can handle the heat, put your names on the streets!” I sang, thrusting my finger up as if we were unveiling a secret collectively shared, the crowd roared their approval. “Get used to my fans lookin’ at you!” I winked at the girl with the tattoos again, nodding as she basked in the light of the moment.

“Fuck what they heard, I don't fuck with them birds!” I proclaimed fiercely, channeling that wild energy. The crowd howled with laughter, some nodding emphatically as I leaned down, offering an engaging connection with those in the front row, amplifying the sense of camaraderie building between us.

“I'm a mean kitty, don't get stabbed with the rat tooth!” I sang, the playful intensity kicking up a notch as I danced back and forth, my hips swaying dangerously to emphasize my point. The crowd teetered between awe and excitement, a wave of playful danger encapsulating the moment.

“Boys be mad that I don’t fuck incels, girls hate too, gun to their pigtail!” I rapped, weaving deftly through the interactive performance, connecting with the laughter and lively sounds around me.

“I love you, I wanna big chill! Boy, don’t trip, I’ll split a big bill!” I moved closer to the front again, practically breathless, relishing every vibrant moment. 

“Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand,” I sang, letting the words wrap around us, creating imagery of adventure and love shared between two people completely lost in their world.

“Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand!” The final word echoed through the venue, and the excitement escalated, the audience joining in like a choir celebrating every bold note. I could feel the energy building like a hurricane, the crowd roaring in approval!

But as the last note faded, I suddenly struck a mock pose, holding up my hand as if to display the most exquisite engagement ring. My expression transformed into an exaggerated look of pride, reveling in the moment of fun, but then I dropped the act and lowered my gaze to my empty fingers. I leaned into the mic, leaning out toward the crowd with a playful pout.

“I’m not married, I’m not married!” I exclaimed, mimicking a faux upset tone that elicited laughter all around. The audience erupted with giggles, the energy shifting from excitement to playful teasing, sensing the tongue-in-cheek humor in my delivery.

Baby, can you call me back? I miss you

It's so lonely in my mansion

I winked, my shoulders rolling back into a confident stance, “But hey, if anyone wants to rub it in their face, let’s do it! Just don’t expect me to put a ring on it yet!” The laughter swelled, and I made a grand sweeping gesture with my arm, inviting the crowd to join along as I transitioned smoothly back into the song—a celebration of love and freedom.

With the beat thumping steadily beneath me, I felt the energy of the crowd simply soar. I swayed my hips to the rhythm, feeling the electric connection as I danced towards the middle of the stage, engaging with every face lit up by excitement. 

“'Cause love is pain, but I need this shit (yeah),” I belted out, letting the audience feel the weight of the words while flashing a cheeky grin. The lights bounced off the faces of my fans, their lively energy forging an unbreakable bond between us.

“We fuck too good when the beat kicks in!” I sang, moving as if the music was coursing through my veins, taking them along on this exhilarating ride. I could see people mouthing the words back to me, grinning with shared understanding of the magnetic allure of love.

“Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (yeah),” I continued, echoing the playful cheekiness, and the crowd roared in response, mirroring my enthusiasm. They were all in, loving every bit of this spirited exchange.

“Don't give a fuck where the penis been (uh),” I sang with confidence, throwing my hands up as the laughter echoed back like a playful taunt. 

“Boy, you're the one, you're the only man,” I pointed to some couples in the crowd, their fondness shining through the sea of faces. “Me and you on my OnlyFans.” The audience erupted in laughter again, riding the waves of humor and adrenaline.

“Holy cow, you're the Holy Trin'!” I exclaimed, my arms out wide as though encompassing everyone in this joyous moment.

“Hold me down when a hole need dick,” I added with an exaggerated wink, tapping into the playful banter that had become our collective rhythm. 

“Be my security, it's your therapy!” I sang, strutting about the stage and nodding my head with gleeful approval as if we were all in on this cheeky secret.

“With you, I ain't holdin' shit back!” I felt the urgency of the words, letting the music carry me like an unstoppable force, allowing every emotion to resonate with the pulsating crowd.

“When I need my space, you give that!” I gestured to my fans, feeling united in the experiences we've all shared. The excitement bubbled over as the next lines rolled off my tongue.

“When he broke my heart, you fixed that,” I sang with heartfelt conviction, my gaze sweeping over the crowd, pausing for a moment to catch the eye of someone who seemed to get it.

“With a long walk on the beach!” I added, sweeping my arm wide as if drawing the outline of a sandy shore, the energy elevated as the crowd joined in, raising their voices.

“Love it when they honk-honk on the street (beep)!” The audience responded with mock honks and laughter, leaning into the moment of shared exuberance. 

“When they see us zoom by in the Jeep (yeah)!” I twirled, encouraging a playful ambiance, inviting everyone to get lost in the rhythm with me.

“We a whole damn joint, we a energy,” I declared, beaming at the collective force before me. 

“Baby, we can just ride on our enemies!” I sang, throwing my head back in glee, creating a whimsical image for us all to enjoy. 

“They all wanna know how you get to me!” I let the lyrics flow freely now, each word soaring through the air, connecting us further. 

“Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines,” I added more melodiously, emphasizing the subversive undertones that had everyone feeling a sense of liberation. 

“'Cause this type of love's the epitome!” I shouted, the song reaching its peak energy. 

Baby, you are literally cappin' to me right now

Like, why are you cappin'?

You just cap so hard, it's-

I don't know what to do

As the infectious melody pulsed through the venue, I belted out the next lyrics, caught up in the thrill of the moment.

“Kissin' and hope they caught us (ah),” I sang, joyfully spinning around the stage, absorbing the vibrant energy radiating from the audience.

“Whether they like or not (not),” I chimed in with playful sass, mirroring what felt like a shared secret amongst the crowd.

“I wanna show you off (off),” I continued, letting the passion for the song sweep over me.

“I wanna show you off!” I finished, feeling a rush from the collective excitement.

But just as I turned to head back toward the center of the stage, my breath caught in my throat. There, standing at the edge of the stage, was Grizzy—my boyfriend, looking undeniably handsome in his black pants and navy button-down shirt. My heart raced for a moment as disbelief rocked my senses. He had said he wouldn’t be able to make it to the concert!

The music faded from my ears as I felt an overwhelming wave of emotion. Grizzy, with a playful yet sincere expression that drew me in, approached the middle of the stage, and I instinctively walked toward him, feet seemingly moving in slow motion. I could feel a mix of surprise and pure joy bubbling within me.

Before I knew it, he had dropped to one knee, pulling a small, shimmering box from his pocket. The world around us disappeared, and in that instant, it felt like we were the only two beings in existence.

“Are you kidding me?” I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as tears of joy welled up in my eyes. 

With a soft, earnest smile, he spoke, “Will you marry me?” 

I felt my heart swell, tears streaming down my cheeks—this moment was more than I had ever dreamed of. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” I exclaimed, practically jumping into his arms as he slid the ring onto my finger, a perfect symbol of our love.

Grizzy pulled the mic from my trembling hand, his eyes shining brightly. “Rub it in their face, baby!” he quoted from my own song, and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, the joy infectious as everyone revelled in our beautiful moment. 

Together, on that stage, with the world around us buzzing with excitement, we became a representation of love—not just telling our story through song but now, living it, as we stood there, hand in hand, hearts entwined and filled with pure happiness.

The music swelled again, but this time, it was our love providing the soundtrack, and with every note, we felt the deep connection that brought us to this incredible moment. The crowd continued to cheer, celebrating not only the performance but a beautiful beginning—a lifetime of love, laughter, and shared adventures that lay ahead.

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Midnight Lament

Summary: Droid seemed like a typical guy: he laughed with his friends, played video games into the wee hours of the morning, and shared stories over coffee at local cafés. But beneath the surface, he was struggling with a storm of emotions, specifically about his past relationship with ___, who had once filled his heart with joy.

Tw: Angst, breakup

Inspired by: Words I Didn't Say by Why Don't We

Droid spent countless sleepless nights lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while memories danced through his mind like fading shadows. He had always been the type to prioritize his streaming projects over everything else, believing that success would give life meaning. However, over time, he withdrew from ___, offering her promises that never manifested and canceling plans that left her feeling unworthy and neglected. Words he never said haunted him: “I love you,” “I’m sorry,” and “I can’t live without you.” Each word echoed louder the longer he lay there, squeezing his heart until it ached with regret.

One particularly stormy night, as raindrops rhythmically tapped against the windowpane, Droid felt a heavy weight in his chest. Anger mixed with sadness as the realization hit him that he had messed up a love that had brought him immeasurable happiness. He had chosen his dreams over a vibrant future with ___, and now he was alone, drowning in an ocean of “what-ifs” and “could-have-beens.”

As memories flooded through Droid's mind, he could almost hear ___'s laughter echoing in the corridors of his heart. It was the sound that had pulled him out of darkness, the kind of laughter that painted every moment of their time together in brilliant colors. But now, everything seemed muted and grey. The vibrant dreams he had once cherished felt empty without her.

Droid found himself wrapped in a cloak of nostalgia, every cherished memory swirling around him like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze. Each laugh, every shared joke, danced through the air, but they felt distant, as if they belonged to another life. Without ___, the colors of his existence faded into monochrome, and even the most exciting streaming milestones felt hollow. 

He closed his eyes and tried to summon the happiness they once shared. The memory of their first date came rushing back, an image so vivid it almost felt tangible. He remembered the way ___'s eyes sparkled under the twinkling fairy lights of the little café, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, glinting like spun gold. They had sat for hours, talking about everything and nothing, each word drawing them closer like magnetic forces. That night, he had promised her the universe, and somehow, he had lost track of his promise in a hurricane of ambition.

The nights they spent binge-watching shows, curling into one another on the couch, felt like laughter-filled dreams, now severed by the weight of regret. Droid had gotten so wrapped up in his aspirations that he put aside the small, beautiful moments that had made his life rich. He could see ___'s comforting smile, hear her spirited debates over their favorite characters, and most importantly, remember how her presence made even the mundane feel magical.

The memories started to shift, distort, and twist into shapes of sorrow. He could picture the last time they were together, how her laughter had grown quieter, how her eyes watched him with a mixture of love and unacknowledged hurt. “You’re always busy, Droid,” she had said softly, the weight of her words crashing down like the storm outside. "Sometimes, I feel like you’re more in love with your dreams than you are with me."

At the time, he had brushed it off, thinking she was just being dramatic. But now, in the silence of his room, those words echoed with devastating clarity. He had chased the illusion of success while neglecting the very person who made his life worth living. Loneliness curled around him like a familiar yet unwanted blanket, squeezing tightly as he felt the reality of his choices.

In that moment of vulnerability, something inside Droid stirred. He recalled the nights ___ had offered her unwavering support, the times she encouraged him when others doubted his abilities. She had been his greatest cheerleader, yet he had failed to return the favor in her time of need. Anger bubbled up within him, not directed at her but at himself. The regret morphed into a burning determination. It was time to acknowledge his failings and commit to being better.

Desperate for closure, Droid decided to reach out to ___ one last time. He crafted a message filled with apologies and honesty—a plea for forgiveness and understanding. However, when he pressed 'send', his heart sank. Instead of instant replies, he received the chilling truth that brought him to his knees: ___ had blocked him on all platforms. No texts. No calls. No social media connection. Just silence.

Droid felt a profound loneliness envelop him, as though the world had faded to grey. He realized that ___ had moved on. He remembered the way her eyes lit up when they talked about their future together and how the warmth of her laughter filled the room. But all he had given her were promises and half-hearted attempts to bridge the emotional gap he had created. Now, he saw the stark reality that he had pushed her too far.

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.

Pizzazz Pezzy- Pezzy x Reader

summary: helping Pezzy getting ready for stream

TW: Established relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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