Cat In What?! - Pezzy XF!reader

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.

Selfless Love

Summary: They were as different as night and day: ___ had a penchant for cozy afternoons spent with a good book, while Grizzy thrived on adventure, his heart racing at the thought of exploring new worlds through his video games. One bright morning, however, a thick fog of illness rolled in, shrouding ___ in an unexpected bout of sickness.

TW: Sick!Reader, established relationship

Bedridden and feeling as heavy as a rain cloud, she was surrounded by tissues and comforters that piled high like mountains around her. Despite the discomfort, a soft smile danced across her lips when she saw Grizzy enter the room, the embodiment of warmth and laughter.

As the door creaked open, Grizzy made his entrance like a breath of fresh air colliding with the stillness of the room. He wore his usual goofy grin, the kind that could lighten even the heaviest of hearts. His bright hoodie was speckled with video game characters, a hint of the adventures he often embarked upon in the pixelated worlds he loved.

With expert precision, he placed a steaming bowl of oatmeal topped with honey and slices of fruit on her bedside table, followed by a steaming herbal tea, the fragrant aroma wafting gently through the air.

“With a sprinkle of magic and a dollop of love, this meal shall heal all woes!” Grizzy proclaimed, bowing as if presenting a royal feast.

“Why thank you, dear chef!” ___ replied, her voice soft but bubbling with warmth. “I can already taste the love!”

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Grizzy watched her take bites of the oatmeal, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and adoration. He’d sneak in a kiss on her forehead every now and then, his lips lingering on her skin as if hoping to transfer a little of his energy to her.

“Ah, my magnificent queen of cozy!” he proclaimed, his arms wide open as if to embrace the very room itself. “I’ve come to banish the gloomy clouds that dare hover around you!”

___ chuckled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Clouds can’t be banished without a little sunshine, you know.”

“Then consider me a walking, talking ray of sunshine!” He struck a pose, puffing out his chest with exaggerated pride. “But first, let’s make sure you’re as comfy as possible.” 

After arranging the mountains of comforters, Grizzy plucked a pillow from the pile and, with a flourish, swung it around like a swordsman twirling his blade. “For the noble battle against the forces of illness!” he declared, tossing the pillow gently toward her, as light as a feather.

Feeling a renewed sense of comfort, ___’s smile widened, and she couldn’t help but appreciate the effort he put into making her feel better. “You always know how to turn my misery into something to smile about,” she admitted, her heart warming at his playful antics. “Thank you, my love.”

“Guess what,  gorgeous,” he said with an exaggerated flair, exploding her somber bubble with his infectious energy. “I know you’re feeling crummy, but I’ve got a secret weapon for you!”

___ raised an eyebrow, curiosity brightening her eyes, even if just a little. 

“Come closer,” Grizzy whispered dramatically, leaning down as if sharing a clandestine plan. “Your boyfriend is about to forgo his usual recording schedule and instead, he’ll be live-streaming our favorite game—just for you!”

___ couldn’t help but giggle, even though her throat was still sore. “You don’t have to do that,” she protested weakly, grateful yet concerned that he was sacrificing his work for her sake.

“Nonsense! I can’t stand to see you like this,” Grizzy declared boldly, already setting up his streaming equipment. “They can wait! Plus, who wouldn’t want to see me on an epic adventure? With you cheering me on, it’ll be quite the spectacle!”

___ chuckled softly, her heart swelling with affection as she watched Grizzy juggle his streaming setup. He always had a flair for the dramatic, but today, his intentions were pure and heartfelt. Little did he know how significant this gesture was to her spirit, especially in a time of feeling so frail and isolated.

After breakfast, Grizzy grabbed the tissues and carefully set them within reach. “All set for our cozy day?” he asked, taking her hand in his and squeezing it gently.

“Absolutely. Just don’t forget the cuddles, after the stream!” she replied, her laughter soothing like honey to his ears.

With the character setup complete, Grizzy launched into the game, immersing both himself and ___ into a vibrant world filled with quests and colorful landscapes. The moment he slipped into his persona, Grizzy became a whirlwind of energy, performing stunts and dramatic gestures even the characters couldn’t match.

As the game nearing its epic conclusion, Grizzy’s energy was contagious, wrapping ___ in a cocoon of enthusiasm. He finished the last level with an exuberant flair, playing up the moment as if he had just saved an entire kingdom from certain doom.

“We did it!” he cheered, spinning around in glee before landing back on the chair, looking a bit winded but still radiating joy. “And now, it’s time for the promised cuddles!”

Their laughter still echoing in the air, they nestled deeper into the blankets. The world outside faded as the soft light of the afternoon slanted through the window, creating a golden glow around them. 

For ___, the burdens of sickness fell away as she savored the warmth of Grizzy beside her. The camaraderie they shared while gaming carved out a small oasis in her mind, one filled with vibrant adventures and endless support. It was a reminder that even in moments of frailty, love could weave magic into the day, brightening their little world, making the ordinary feel extraordinary.

As they cozied up, Grizzy whispered endearingly, “Hey baby, do you want to watch a movie to fall asleep to?” 

“Movie marathon sounds perfect,” ___ replied, envisioning a night filled with comfort—snuggles and popcorn as they stepped themselves in the warmth of familiar stories.

☆ Smii7y

April's Fools Commentary

Mysterious Identity

Okay okay, I’m not 100% sure if your taking requests but hear me out. Secretly dating Grizzy, reader gets asked onto clooless last second because the original guest dropped out, sharing cute fluffy with Grizzy while tryna keep things on the down low but eventually the boys pick up on it

Ooooo! Yes! I love this idea!! If you have any ideas to add to it please message me! I’ll have it out by Friday/Saturday 💕

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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Heartbeat Hazard — Pezzy x Reader

f!reader, gaming chaos, fluff, teasing romance, soft pezzy, heart rate monitor, request🦋

The glow of Pezzy’s gaming monitors bathed the small room in a mix of blues and purples. He was mid-stream, the guys’ laughter echoing through his headset as they explored the creepy halls of an abandoned asylum in their multiplayer horror game. His heart rate monitor was visible on the screen, the numbers holding steady at 80 BPM as he expertly dodged a ghost that nearly cornered him. “Pezzy, my guy, your heart rate’s too normal,” Droid teased. “I’m starting to think you’re immune to fear.” “Don’t jinx it,” Pezzy replied, his voice steady but focused. “Y’all know how these games go. One big scare, and I’m done for.” “Done for? Bro, you’d have a better chance surviving Y/N walking into the room looking—” Smii7y started, but he never got to finish his sentence. Because just then, the door to Pezzy’s gaming room creaked open, and you walked in. Fresh from the shower, your damp hair clung to your shoulders, and the soft, slightly damp robe hugged your figure in a way that made it impossible not to notice.

You didn’t think much of it—you were just popping in to grab a charger from the desk near him. But for Pezzy, the sight of you rendered him completely useless. His heart rate monitor spiked immediately, jumping from 80 to 120 BPM, as he froze in his seat. The guys noticed instantly. “Yo!” Droid shouted. “What the hell just happened? Pezzy, you good, bro? Did the ghost get you?” “Forget the ghost,” Puffer chimed in, cracking up. “Pezzy just died in real life. His heart rate shot up like 40 points in two seconds!” You paused, confused by the sudden outburst. Turning your head, you caught a glimpse of Pezzy’s screen, where his heart rate monitor was flashing wildly, the numbers climbing higher and higher. Then you looked at him, his face flushed and his jaw slightly slack as he stared at you. “Wait…” you said, a slow grin spreading across your face. “Was that because of me?” “Don’t,” Max said quickly, his voice strained as his gaze darted from you to the screen. “Don’t say it.” “Oh, it was definitely her,” Grizzy laughed, practically wheezing.

“Y/N, what are you even wearing? My man’s heart can’t take it!” “It’s just a robe,” you replied innocently, though the mischievous glint in your eye betrayed you. You turned to Pezzy, leaning on the edge of his desk. “You okay, babe? You seem a little… distracted.” His heart rate spiked again, and the guys erupted into another round of laughter. “Bro, this is better than the game!” Puffer howled. “We don’t even need the ghost to kill him—Y/N’s got it covered.” “I hate you all,” Max muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “And you,” he said, pointing at you. “Stop.” “Stop what?” you asked, feigning innocence as you leaned in closer, your damp hair brushing his shoulder. “I’m just standing here.” His heart rate monitor hit a new high, and Droid lost it completely. “Someone call 911! We’re losing him!” You couldn’t help but laugh as you straightened up, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’ll leave you to your game,” you teased, heading for the door. “Try not to die, okay?” The door closed behind you, and Max let out a shaky breath, leaning back in his chair.

“Pezzy,” Puffer said through his laughter, “you’re the first guy to die in a horror game without even leaving the safe zone. Congrats, man.” “Y’all are the worst,” Pezzy grumbled, though the small, lingering smile on his face said otherwise. The game continued after you left the room, but Max was a shadow of his usual self. His responses were delayed, his movements clunky, and his heart rate refused to dip below 100 BPM. Every time someone teased him, it only made it worse. “Pezzy, focus up, bro,” Droid said between laughs. “We’re in the middle of a hunt, and you’re still recovering from Y/N’s jumpscare.” “She’s not a jumpscare,” Max shot back, his voice flustered. “She just—” “Walked in and broke your brain,” Grizzy finished for him, snickering. “It’s okay, man. We get it. Love does things to a guy.” “Shut up,” Max grumbled, trying—and failing—to regain focus. His character rounded a corner in the game, and the ghost appeared out of nowhere, screeching as it lunged toward him.

Max yelped, slamming his keyboard as his heart rate monitor spiked again. “He’s dead again!” Droid cackled, his laughter echoing through the headset. “Double kill—ghost and Y/N, tag team champions of the night!” Max let out a long, defeated groan as his character crumpled to the ground. “I’m done. I’m so done,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair. The guys howled with laughter as Max reached for his headset, muting himself as he leaned back with a heavy sigh. He glanced at the door, debating whether to follow you or finish the stream, but he knew he didn’t stand a chance of focusing with you still on his mind. “Alright, chat,” he said, unmuting briefly to address his audience. “We’re calling it for tonight. Thanks for hanging out, and uh… yeah, see you next time.” He ended the stream quickly, ignoring the flood of teasing messages from his chat. Peeling off his headset, Max stood and headed out of the gaming room, following the soft hum of music into the living room. You were curled up on the couch in your robe, scrolling through your phone, completely at ease.

“Done gaming already?” you teased without looking up, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, well,” Max started, running a hand through his hair, “it’s hard to focus when my girlfriend decides to look like that.” You laughed, setting your phone down as he came closer. “It’s just a robe, Max.” “No, it’s a distraction,” he corrected, sitting down beside you. “You literally derailed my entire stream.” You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Should I apologize?” He grinned, shaking his head. “No, but you should probably make it up to me.” You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And how do you propose I do that?” Leaning in, he brushed a hand over your damp hair, his smile softening. “Just stay here,” he said simply, pulling you into his arms. “No heart rate monitor. No jumpscares. Just us.” You let yourself relax against him, his warmth chasing away the chill from your still-damp robe. “You’re impossible, you know that?” And you’re dangerous,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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. 

This is a materpiece! Ahh I know imma reread and reread this multiple times

Little Devil - Droid x Reader

Summary: Reader invites the guys out for drinks and they may have a trick up their sleeve.

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“Guys, please come out with us tonight!” I say, jumping out of my spot and looking at all the boys. We were all playing Mario Kart at Droid’s when my best friend told me to come out to the bars tonight. 

“A nap sounds kinda good right now, not gonna lie,” Droid said, fake yawning. I shot him a look and pulled out my puppy dog eyes, they always work.

“Do not give me that look,” Droid said. I only pouted my lip harder.

“I mean, drinks do sound like a vibe right now. I’m down for it,” Grizzy said. 

“See! If you don’t want to stay you don’t have to of course, I miss going out with you guys,” I said, hopping back into my spot between Droid and Pezzy.

“Well, let’s finish up our Mario Kart session and then we can prepare for a night out with your crazy ass,” Puffer said, queuing up for the next race.

“You just want to continue beating us, don’t you?” Pezzy said as we all looked at Puffer. He responded with a short and deadpanned ‘Yes’.

After another hour of getting our asses beat, I called it quits. “Okay, I need to go home and get changed and get all pretty. Meet us at the bar at 10?” I say getting up to gather my things.

“Yup, we’ll be there!” Droid said enthusiastically. The guys all exchanged looks and I gave him a sweet smile and patted his leg. “Don’t be late!” I yelled, walking out the door.

“Oh, you're whipped man,” Grizzy said. “Shut up!” Droid said, holding a pillow to his face.

“Amor, hurry up!” My best friend yelled up at me, pulling on her shoes. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I yelled back, running down the stairs because the Uber was about to pull up to the house. I check my bag for everything I need; ID, debit card, lip gloss, roll on perfume and keys. Perfect!

I pull on my platform boots, feeling like Sabrina Carpenter, and loop my arm around my bestie’s and give her a big smile. “Excited for tonight? Is it because you finally convinced the boys to come out?” She said, smirking at me.

I drawed out a long ‘Maybe’ and hid my face from the blush rising on my cheeks. 

We chatted on the way to the bar and after a short ride, we pulled up to our favorite bar. I get a text from Droid saying they are on the way. “Let’s go in and see if we can get a booth, the guys are on the way,” I say leading the way.

We go up and say ‘Hi’ to the bouncer, we come here all the time for the events and such they have so we easily became regulars. We both spot an open booth and book it over there.

“Thank god we got somewhere to sit, I know the guys will be appreciative,” my roomie said. “That and I know how much we hate our feet hurting after dancing the entire night,” I added. “Oh my gosh, you’re so smart babe,” she said, smiling at me. 

I texted Droid where we were and shortly, the server came up to us. We ordered some appetizers and drinks to start with when we spotted the boys come in.

I jumped and waved to them, smiling big. I ran up to Droid and gave him a huge hug. I pulled away, “I’m so glad you guys are here! We’re gonna have so much fun.”

I gave the other guys hugs and grabbed Droid’s hand to bring them to the table. The boys all shared a look and looked at my bestie giving them the same look.

I sat back down next to my bestie with Droid across from me, Pezzy, Grizzy, and Puffer filing in before him. 

“Here are your appetizers and drinks for you ladies,” the server said. I got so excited and immediately went into the food. We all ate and caught up since they were also close with my bestie and haven’t seen each other in a hot minute.

The drinks were flowing. Music was bumping. We were all feeling ourselves. “Después de la Playa” by Bad Bunny started playing and my bestie and I looked at each other and immediately grabbed onto each other and started singing.

We ran to the dance floor and started dancing along to the infectious beat of the song. Bringing out all of our moves, hips swinging left to right.

The boys all looked at us like we were lunatics because they have never been clubbing with us and were surprised. 

Their mouths were agape but not more than Droid at me. The guys caught on to his gaze and were egging him on to join me. 

I danced with my bestie for a good part of the song before she whispered in my ear, “Do you see Droid ogling at you?” She said almost squealing. I looked at her and shook my head ‘Yes’. 

She drifted over to the other guys as I caught Droid’s eye. With drunken eyes and a dopey smile, I did a ‘Come here’ motion with my finger. Droid all but floated over to me and with my confidence sky-high, I placed his hands on my waist and mine over his shoulders.

We danced for the remainder of the song, not even realizing the next one started up.

He dipped his head near my ear, “You look absolutely gorgeous,” Droid said. I give him a bashful smile, “Thank you. I’m really glad you came out with us. Besides, if you never came out with us, you wouldn’t be doing this,” I say, caressing his face.

We take a moment, lost in each other’s eyes. Close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat, I grabbed his neck to bring his mouth closer to me. Feeling each other’s breathing get heavier, his grip getting tighter on my hips.

I think to myself, I might as well have a little more fun… I pull him just enough to ghost my lips over his and tease a kiss that I’ll give him… eventually.

He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes, giving me the most defeated but amused look in his eyes.

“Oh, you are trouble, you know that?” He laughs at me while twirling me around and pulling me back into his embrace.

“I know, but you love it.” I said back, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Wanna go get another drink, the waitress is back at the table and I need another.”

“Let’s go, diablita,” He whispers in my ear, leading me back to the table.

We take our respective seats at the table, me next to my bestie, him next to Pezzy. My bestie places her hand on my thigh and whispers, “Good job.” I give her a little smile, she knew my plans all along.

Here’s to another amazing night.

The Saviour of The Day

Summary: On this particular day, __ had a grueling 12-hour shift ahead of her at the hospital, and in the whirlwind of preparing for work, she had forgotten to pack her beloved homemade lunch.

TW: Established relationship, nurse!reader, kisses, loving partner

As the hours ticked away, the stress of the shift crept in, not just from the fatigue of tending to her patients, but also from the gnawing hunger that settled in her stomach. She tried to focus on her tasks—the beeping monitors, the whirl of doctors and nurses, and the grateful smiles from her patients—but all she could think about was how much she missed her delicious lunch, a special recipe from her mom that she looked forward to every day.

Meanwhile, her loving boyfriend, Droid, was at home, eagerly anticipating her lunch break. He knew how hard __ worked and how much she appreciated the flavors of home cooked meals. An idea popped into his head: why not surprise her with an authentic Mexican lunch? He quickly gathered the ingredients and began crafting a masterpiece—three tacos filled with slow-cooked chicken marinated in spices, fresh cilantro, onions, avocado, and a side of zesty salsa. The aroma filled his little kitchen, a blend of comfort and love, as he carefully packed everything into a vibrant container adorned with a photo of their happiest moments together.

As the clock struck noon, Droid set out on his little adventure. He hurried through the busy streets, navigating between other lunch-seekers and dodging the simmering heat of the midday sun. Arriving at the hospital, his heart raced; he couldn’t wait to see the look on __'s face when he surprised her. He made his way to the nurses’ station, his smile as bright as the sun, and asked where he could find her.

With a little guidance, Droid found her in the break room, looking momentarily overwhelmed as she fidgeted with the leftovers of her nurse colleague’s vending machine snack. Just as she turned to pour herself some water, she caught sight of Droid through the doorway, holding the colorful container like a beacon of hope.

“__!” he called, his face lighting up with joy. She spun around, and time seemed to pause for just a moment. When she recognized the food, tears welled in her eyes—happy tears for a love so thoughtful, so kind. It was a moment of pure connection amidst the chaos of her day.

“Droid!” she exclaimed, rushing toward him in a whirlwind of emotion. He wrapped her in a warm embrace, the world around them disappearing as they stood in the glow of their affection. She felt cherished, every ounce of the day’s fatigue lifting in that moment. “I can’t believe you did this for me!”

Droid grinned, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. “I couldn’t let my favorite nurse go hungry. I know how much you love your tacos, and you deserve a real lunch break. Let’s eat!”

They sat together at a small table in the break room, the brightly colored container between them like a treasure chest. As she savored each bite, __ felt grateful not just for the meal but for the love that Droid put into it. The spicy, warm flavors danced on her tongue, and the laughter they shared filled the room with a comforting ambiance that made even the hard day feel lighter.

With every bite, their conversation flowed easily, reminders of joy and plans for their next outing sparking excitement. For those precious few minutes, they shared not just a meal, but a sanctuary from the bustling world outside—two hearts intertwined, sharing a moment of simple happiness in the midst of life’s frantic pace.

As __ reluctantly prepared to return to her duties, she kissed Droid softly, promising to save the rest of the tacos for later. They exchanged a hopeful gaze, knowing that love could transform even the busiest of days into something special.

Night Like This - Puffer x reader

Summary: Getting ready for the club with Puffer

TW: Established relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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