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*vanoss and kryoz and smitty before marriage*
kryoz: So, I heard you like bad boys.
smitty and vanoss: Not really.
kryoz: Oh thank God.
smii7y: Sometimes, kryoz makes me so angry.
moo: You are sitting in his lap.
smii7y: Angrily.
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Old comic book sketches I thought I deleted and very happy to find them again!!!
Cozy Love
Summary: In each other’s arms, you found solace, adventure, and a gentle reminder that sometimes, the world behind closed doors—with music, kisses, and lazy afternoons—is where the most magical moments unfold.
Tw: Established relationship, kisses, cuddling
As the gentle notes of a soft melody wafted through the room, a sense of peace enveloped the cozy living space. The afternoon sunlight danced through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the couch where you and Blarg were nestled together, minds drifting like clouds above.
Blarg, with his tousled hair and playful smile, looked down at you with eyes that sparkled like stars in a darkened sky. He brushed a stray hair behind your ear, the tender gesture making your heart flutter. "We could just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm that wrapped around your senses.
The warmth of his body against yours, the rhythm of his heartbeat, and the way his laughter danced in the air created an oasis of intimacy. Everything else—the chores, the errands, and even the ticking clock—drifted away. You leaned closer, tilting your head to capture his lips in a deep kiss. It was a kiss that sent electric currents through your soul, igniting a fire that enveloped you both.
You each melted into the moment, your surroundings slipping into a dreamlike state. The kiss lingered, full of promise and passion, as if it was a secret language only the two of you could understand. It was a promise of adventures yet to come, of lazy mornings wrapped up in each other's arms, and of nights filled with whispered hopes and dreams beneath a blanket of stars.
As you pulled away slightly, just enough to smile at each other, you could feel the warmth radiating between your souls. "What should we do today?" you asked playfully, tucking your head back into the crook of his shoulder.
Blarg chuckled softly. "We could binge-watch that series we’ve been talking about, or we could get creative with dinner," he replied, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your arm.
You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his as you stole soft kisses, each one deeper than the last. The kisses weren't just lips meeting; they were unspoken promises, little fireworks igniting between you, lighting up the lazy day with vibrant energy. One kiss, in particular, lingered longer than the rest, drawing you both into its magic. Time lost all meaning as you melted into each other, a world of your own where nothing else mattered.
"Nah let's just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with content.
Blarg chuckled softly, the sound resonating through his chest, making you smile against his lips. “That sounds perfect. I could get lost here with you forever.” His thumb brushed gently along your cheek, and for a moment, it felt like the universe itself had conspired to give you this tranquility.
With nothing to distract you from each other, you began to share stories—quirky tales from your childhood that made you both burst into laughter, dreams for the future that felt awash with hope, and quiet moments of reflection where you simply appreciated the presence of the other. Wrapped in each other’s warmth, hidden from the world outside, you knew this cozy, lazy day was more than just an afternoon; it was a cherished memory being etched into your hearts.
The music played on softly, weaving a delicate tapestry of sound that accompanied your laughter and whispers. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of raindrops began to tap against the window. You glanced outside and saw how nature had decided to join your cozy moment, painting the world in a fresh, soothing palette.
Blarg tightened his embrace, pulling you even closer as the rain danced outside. “I think we just found the perfect reason to stay right here,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. And as you settled deeper into his embrace, the rhythmic sound of rain harmonizing with soft melodies, you felt an immense sense of belonging, your heart swelling with joy.
Date with a Secret Identity
Summary: The girl, ___, was an aspiring artist who saw the world through swirls of color and imagination. Her boyfriend, Smii7y/Jared, was a quiet guy, at least when he wasn't in front of a camera. Little did __ know, the reason their date had sparked some curious glances was because of a secret that Smii7y had kept from her.
TW: Fake Name used, established relationship, secrets
On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the couple strolled through the local park, hand in hand, delighted to be in each other’s company. Children played, dogs barked, and the scent of kettle corn filled the air. I was lost in my thoughts, envisioning the next masterpiece I would create while Jared tried to enjoy our time together, despite the curious stares we received.
“See that guy over there? He keeps looking over here, mostly at you, which is weird,” I said, chuckling lightly as I nudged my boyfriend with my elbow.
Jared laughed, “Yeah, I’m kind of a legend around here.”
I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on my lips. “Really? I thought you just played video games and posted funny stuff online. What kind of legend gets recognized at the park?”
“Oh, just the kind that’s super modest,” he replied with a wink. “I just make silly videos, that’s all.”
He hoped her belief in his understated self-image would remain intact, as he tried to let it roll off his back. But inside, he felt a twinge of guilt. He cherished their time together, but how could he explain his world to someone who had no idea he was one of the most recognized YouTubers, creating a whirl of popularity in the gaming community?
As we settled on a nearby bench to enjoy our snacks, the curious guy approached us. He was in his late teens, wearing a hoodie emblazoned with a video game controller. “Excuse me,” he stammered, clearly nervous. “Are you… Smii7y?”
I watched my boyfriend in surprise. His calm demeanor didn’t match the surprise flickering in my heart.
“Uh, yeah,” Jared replied, his voice steady. The recognition sparked in the young man’s eyes. “I’m a huge fan. Can I take a picture with you?”
My heart raced with both excitement and confusion. A fan? With an inkling of realization dawning on me, I watched as Jared gracefully obliged, sharing laughter and casual banter while they posed. The young man beamed, his attitude shifting from shy to starstruck in an instant.
As the fan walked away, a swell of curiosity bubbled within me. “So… you really are a legend? A YouTube star?” I asked, unable to mask her astonishment any longer.
Jared sighed softly and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I am. I just didn’t want to make it weird or change how we are. I wanted this date to just be us, not anyone else.”
I chuckled, my heart swelling with affection. “You silly boy, you should know by now that you can’t hide that incredible side of you from me!”
In that moment, we both realized how differently we viewed fame. I valued the quiet moments of intimacy and creativity; Jared valued authenticity. After all, beneath the fame was a guy who simply wanted to share moments of joy and laughter, just like the beautiful day we were enjoying together.
A Tender Moment Filled with Love
Summary: On a dreary afternoon, when the world outside was wrapped in a silvery blanket of rain, the familiar and cozy living room became a sanctuary—a haven filled with warmth and affection. The soft patter of raindrops against the window created a gentle symphony, setting the perfect backdrop for a romance that felt like a scene ripped from a storybook.
TW: cuteness overload, soft love, established relationship
I didn't make this for a certain Clooless Member or anyone really, just wanted to try something different where you get to pick who it is! <3
In the middle of the living room, surrounded by scattered cushions and a fluffy throw blanket, our souls savored their playful intimacy. A soft song drifted through the air, and as if guided by an invisible force, we began to sway together, lost in a slow dance. It was a dance of love, spiraling softly, as if time had paused just for us.
Our foreheads touched gently, sharing soft kisses that melted into one another. Between bursts of laughter, tender whispers filled the space—a blend of sweet confessions and promises that felt as timeless as the falling rain. “You make the clouds go away,” I would say, pulling hime closer, our heartbeats syncing in perfect harmony.
The living room transformed into a world all its own, painted with joy and affection. With every kiss peppered across cheeks and noses, giggles erupted like bubbles in the sparkling air. Each kiss held a secret, a promise held tight between the two of us, affirming that we would always choose this moment—this happiness of being together.
Amidst the shared laughter, one squeezed the other’s hand, their eyes sparkling with mischief and love. With a note of sincerity beneath the playful banter, he leaned in and said, “Will you marry me, my pretty baby?” Histone was light, yet the weight of the words hung beautifully in the air.
“Oh? I’m your pretty baby now?” I asked with a shy smile, my cheeks tinged with rosy warmth. I couldn’t help but laugh, our giggles mingling with the sound of the rain, filling the air with delight.
“Yeah,” he replied, brushing a thumb across my soft cheek. “You’ve always been my pretty baby.”
With that, the laughter erupted again, soft and sweet, echoing against the walls of the small room. It was a melody of love and light-heartedness, binding them closer together. In that cozy cocoon, hearts were woven tightly as we embraced, snug against each other, captivated by the simplicity of shared dreams and blossoming love.
The rain continued to fall, but inside our little world, the storm felt far away. We held onto each other, cherishing the warmth of each other's love—a love that promised to grow, evolve, and weather any storm that life might bring. And as we clasped hands, drifting back into laughter and soft kisses, we knew we had found something inexorably special—a forever stitched together with the softest moments of now.
Epic April Fools
Summary: As the screen flickered with the ever-so-satisfying sight of paint slowly drying, you found yourself imagining a world beyond the confines of Smii7y’s April Fools’ Day masterpiece.
TW: Established relationship
"I watched Paint Dry"
The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but your mind began to wander while you both sat on the couch, the sound of his voice narrating the mundane process filling the air.
“I swear, next year, I’m going to pull off the biggest prank ever,” Smii7y chuckled, adjusting his headset, his eyes still glued to the screen. His excitement was palpable, and even though you found the concept amusing, three hours of watching paint dry had started to wear thin on your patience.
“Is it too soon to talk about dinner?” you asked playfully, nudging him with your elbow.
“Dinner? But the paint is just about to reach its peak gloss!” he replied dramatically, feigning betrayal. But you could see the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile—he loved how easy it was to playfully poke fun at each other.
As you got up to refill your glass of water, you thought about meals for the week. Meal prepping had been something you both talked about doing—after all, weeknight dinners could get chaotic with his streaming schedule and your own commitments.
“Okay, how about we make a deal?” you suggested, returning with a glass of ice-cold water. “If I help you with the video for the next prank, you promise to meal prep with me tomorrow.”
“Perfect! I can’t turn down an offer like that,” he replied, eyes sparkling with mischief. “But you have to promise to be just as creative with our meal options as I am with my jokes.”
“Deal!” you grinned, knowing exactly where this was heading. You would challenge one another to create funny meal names based on the absurdity he thrived on. “How about… ‘Steam-Powered Veggies’ for our stir fry?”
Smii7y burst into laughter, nodding enthusiastically. “And I’ll make sure my signature ‘Mystery Meat’ is on the menu, because what’s a prank without a little surprise, right?”
The banter transitioned seamlessly back to the video as the paint-stirring narration went on, but there was that subtle undertone of excitement brewing between you both over the meal prepping idea.
Three hours into the video, with a few comments suggested hilariously, you decided you could best support him from afar. You snuck your phone out and started messaging your favorite food blogs, searching for witty meal inspiration to bring to life in your own prep session.
After a while, you turned to him again. “Okay, I’ll leave you to your paint-drying magic for a while. I have some meal ideas to brainstorm, and I’ll check in on your progress later on.”
“Fine, but don’t blame me when you miss the most exciting part!” he teased, waving his arms as you walked towards the kitchen.
As you flipped through ideas, envisioning a week filled with laughter—and pranks over dinner—you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. Smii7y always found ways to make the mundane hilarious, and together, you’d craft a series of meals worthy of a viral video in their own right.
Later that evening, as you wrapped up your brainstorming, you made your way back to him, ready for whatever absurd ideas he had pulled from his six hours of paint drying.
Together, the two of you began strategizing your prank-filled meal plan, transforming the evening into laughter, creativity, and, who knows, perhaps an April Fools’ Meal Prep Challenge to share with his audience!
☆ Smii7y
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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.
Cleaning Chaos - Pezzy x Reader
Summary: Cleaning the house on your day off
TW: Kissing, established relationship
It was one of those rare, sun-drenched afternoons when the world felt oddly quiet and time seemed to move at its own leisurely pace. You had been looking forward to this day off, but the urgent weight of chores loomed like an unwelcome guest. Your laundry basket overflowed like a magician's trick gone wrong, scattered socks and shirts forming a daunting mountain. The dishes in the sink were beginning to resemble a small archaeological site in their dusty, greasy layers.
As you tiptoed to the laundry room, you couldn’t help but glance at Pezzy, your boyfriend, who was immersed in his livestream. His animated gestures and laughter were an intoxicating culmination of passion and creativity, each word reaching out to an audience you couldn’t see. You didn’t want to interrupt him; the last thing you wanted was to break that fragile bubble of productivity he had created for himself, especially on a day when he was so close to finishing a big project that had been brewing in the late-night hours.
You decided to be stealthy. Sneaking past him like a cat burglar, you tossed your clothes into the washer, set a timer on your phone, and moved to the kitchen. The clinking of plates and silverware echoed in the room, but you made sure to keep the sounds quiet enough to not invade his space. You turned on the dishwasher, the gentle whirring just barely audible over Pezzy’s lively banter with his fans.
In your mind’s eye, the mop became a dancing partner, twirling around the floor as you swept it clean. You envisioned the dust bunnies scurrying away, forming an alliance against the vacuum but ultimately succumbing to your determination. As you polished the countertops, they transformed into gleaming mounts of shining armor, where little kitchen knights held imaginary jousts over who could keep the mystical realm of “Clean” intact.
Suddenly, the timer on your phone buzzed, tearing you from your whimsical daydream. Quickly, you rushed back to the laundry room and switched the clothes to the dryer, noting how the rhythmic sound reminded you of a distant heartbeat. It felt oddly soothing, almost as if the house was alive, breathing along with you.
After transferring the clothes to the dryer, you paused for a heartbeat, allowing yourself to catch your breath and appreciate the pulsing tranquility of the moment. The soft hum of the dryer felt comforting, like a lullaby sung by the house itself, almost as if the walls had gathered around to support your efforts, whispering words of encouragement.
With a sense of purpose, you gathered the towels and lighter blankets that had somehow migrated to various corners of the house. They were like wayward travelers, each piece harboring its own stories – a splash of water from the shower here, a snippet of laughter from a cozy movie night there. You lovingly tossed them into the washer, imagining each one whispering tales of comfort and warmth.
Setting a new timer, you took a moment to notice the gentle rhythm of the clothes still tumbling within the dryer. Each thud against the metal drum was a reassuring beat, echoing the calm atmosphere that enveloped you. The smell of clean laundry began to mingle with the faint scent of lemon from your cleaning supplies, crafting a fragrant harmony that filled the air.
With the clothes now in motion, you glanced out the window at the golden sunlight streaming through, illuminating the world beyond with a warm glow. It was like an invitation to play, beckoning you to enjoy the beauty that lay outside, but you held the reins of responsibility tightly. There was still more to do, and the day was slipping away faster than you imagined.
You returned to the kitchen to check on things, wiping the table with a newfound vigor. You could hear Pezzy’s voice from the other room, animated and full of life as he engaged with his livestream audience. You couldn’t help but smile at the rhythm of his words; his passion always seemed to inspire you. It was another reminder that teamwork came in many forms – sometimes it was sharing space, and sometimes it was moving in perfect harmony, although at different paces.
With the kitchen gleaming, you made your way back to the magic of laundry. The timer went off, and you hopped back into the laundry room to switch the towels and blankets to the dryer. As you fluffed the new load and sent it on its way, your mind wandered again.
With the rhythm of the dryer humming pleasantly in the background, you entered a meditative state, lost in the comforting flow of your cleaning routine. Folding the fresh load of clothes, you turned the process into a dance, twirling one topped sleeve and then another as if you were leading an elegant partner across the floor of your shared space. Each fold became a moment of gratitude; for a shirt that carried you through countless adventures, for a cozy sweater that wrapped around you like a protective cocoon.
As you finished folding, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the stories behind some of the clothes. The faded tee covered in paint spots belonged to a spontaneous art night with Pezzy, where you both created masterpieces that resembled a wild confrontation of colors rather than actual subjects. The lively plaid flannel reminded you of chilly evenings spent beneath a pile of blankets, laughing over shared memories, and the lighter fabrics invoked the promise of warmer days ahead, filled with sunlit outings.
Once all the pieces were neatly arranged, you grasped a handful and made your way to the shared bedroom, glancing out the window as a soft breeze invited in the twilight. The golden hour cast a warm glow across your space, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.
Entering the room, you immediately noticed how it danced with soft shadows, reflecting the charm of the late evening. You began to seek out every drawer, every nook where those freshly folded clothes could find their home.
With rhythmic precision, you put the t-shirts neatly in the drawer, arranging them by color like a rainbow. Carefully, you placed the pants on their designated shelves, making sure they sat effortlessly as if just waiting for their turn to be worn. As you nestled in the socks, you paired them up, joking internally that they should thank you for rescuing them from the depths of the laundry basket, a place of despair for wayward socks.
As you hung the jackets in the closet, an unexpected realization washed over you. This space, this shared room, and the clothes in it were not simply possessions; they represented the life you built together. Each piece of fabric held a memory, a reminder of shared experiences, laughter, and sometimes even the comfort of silence after a long day.
Once you finished arranging everything, you stepped back and admired your work. The room exuded a sense of tranquility, with everything in its rightful place, like a harmonious symphony of life.
The sight of Pezzy’s side of the room, cluttered with clothes that were increasingly close to tumbling into a chaotic heap, tugged at your sense of order. It was a far cry from the serene cleanliness you had just established. You hesitated for a moment, marveling at the transformation of your section, but soon reality nudged you to face the truth: the room would feel complete only if both sides were brought into harmony.
After a moment of contemplation, you took a deep breath and approached the door of his office, adorned with playful sketches of gaming characters and a small handwritten sign that read "Enter if You Dare!" adorned with doodled hearts. You lightly knocked before peeking your head inside.
His office was a cozy den of creativity, the walls plastered with artwork and quirky posters, and the desk strewn with various gadgets and open notebooks filled with ideas. Pezzy was leaning back in his chair, eyes flickering between his computer screen and a comic book, blissfully unaware of the laundry situation.
“Hey,” you called softly, trying not to disrupt his focus too much. “I’m doing laundry right now. Do you want me to do yours as well?”
He looked up, the comic book teetering precariously in his lap as his expression shifted from concentration to surprise. “Oh! I mean, if it’s not too much trouble,” he replied, blinking at the pile of clothes that called out for attention like a neglected garden.
“It’s no trouble at all!” you reassured him, stepping fully into the room and gesturing toward the colorful assortment of shirts and pants spilling from the basket. “You know I find peace in all of this chaos.”
He chuckled, knowing that your penchant for tidiness often clashed with his laid-back approach to cleanliness. “Well, I suppose I’ll just let you work your magic while I conquer this speedrun.”
“Consider it done, mi amor!” you proclaimed, doing a little flourish with your hand before grabbing the basket and turning on your heels. As you walked back to the laundry room, a ripple of affection washed over you. It was endearing how he could immerse himself in a world of creativity while leaving the physical chaos for another day.
Once back in the laundry room, you began sorting through his clothes, giving each piece your thoughtful attention. Just as with your own, there were stories woven into the fabric—a hoodie with a logo from his favorite band, a shirt that brought back memories of a weekend adventure with friends, and a jacket that bore the marks of many rainy days spent gaming indoors. You couldn’t help but smile as you recognized each article and the memories they held.
With everything sorted into neat piles—lights, darks, and the oddly colored socks that always seemed to end up in his laundry—you powered on the washing machine again, this time filled with his clothes. As the familiar whirl of the water began, you took a moment to lean against the counter, feeling the warmth of the moment surrounding you.
As you glided from room to room, a sense of satisfaction enveloped you. It felt good to take charge of the small spaces you shared, transforming each corner into a cozy retreat. Entering the living room, the light streaming through the windows painted everything in a soft golden hue, accentuating the warmth of home.
Sly, your charming feline companion, lounged lazily on the couch, her eyes half-closed but alert enough to observe your movements. She seemed like an adorable little queen surveying her kingdom, and instinctively, you knew the toys scattered around the room would be the first to fall under your organized touch.
You knelt down, scooping up the colorful assortment of squeaky mice, crinkly balls, and feathery wands, banding them together in your arms like a proud treasure hunter. Each toy brought a smile to your face—Sly had her favorites, the toys she’d take to her perch on the cat tower and those that became instant victims of her mischievous little paws.
As you placed them back on her tower, Sly watched closely, her tail flicking with curiosity each time a toy settled into its designated spot. You could almost hear her inner monologue, questioning your choices but ultimately satisfied—after all, it was her domain.
With the toys accounted for, you turned your attention to the blankets that had been carelessly tossed around. Some were draped over the couch, remnants from cozy evenings spent binge-watching shows. You gathered them, folding and fluffing your way to comfort as you created a newly inviting atmosphere.
The cushions joined the blankets in your organizational spree; you fluffed them expertly, ensuring they sat up proudly, ready to cradle anyone who dared to nestle into the couch. You smirked, appreciating how these small touches transformed the room from a busy, messy space into a cheerful haven, inviting warmth and stories to be shared.
Finally, as you stepped back to admire your handiwork, you spotted some stray bits of cat fur glimmering on the floor. With a chuckle, you grabbed the broom, reminded that Sly’s shedding was a small price to pay for her love. The gentle swishing of the broom across the floor became yet another rhythmic motion, filling the air with the soft sound of sweeping as you mixed practicality and routine with a sprinkle of joy.
The living room soon sparkled, devoid of clutter and full of light and positivity. You took a moment to step back and appreciate the transformation, a little oasis waiting for Pezzy and Sly to join you. Content with your efforts, you turned to check on the washer in the laundry room again, hoping you wouldn't find any sneaky sock thieves lurking around.
As you entered the laundry room, the sound of the machine quietly churning reassured you that everything was going smoothly. You peeked in to check the progress, marveling at how quickly time flew when you were engaged with tasks that filled your heart with warmth. The laundry still churned vigorously, the space filled with the comforting smell of soap and freshness.
After a quick glance at the timer, you decide to return to the living room to grab the remaining items you might need for your laundry missions—detergent, softener, and a few of the mismatched socks that you would pair up later during the folding.
When you returned to the lively living room, Sly had decided to join you on your journey, leaping elegantly from her perch to inspect your progress. She strolled up to you and the neatly arranged toys, giving you a lingering gaze mixed with approval and a subtle demand for playtime.
“Ah, I see you’re interested in a game, Your Majesty,” you laughed, bending down to scratch her behind her ears. She chirped softly, lifting her chin and flaunting her furry coat as if to say, ‘Yes, of course, I'm the center of attention here!’
“Okay, just one quick game before we dive back into the laundry saga, how about that?” you proposed, grabbing her favorite feather toy and giving it a gentle flick. With a playful pounce, Sly transformed into a whirlwind of fur as she chased the feather around, her little feet making soft thumping sounds against the floor.
With chores nearing completion, you made one last dash to put everything away – the bedroom and bathroom received their finishing touches, smooth surfaces gleaming like freshly polished gems.
With the last remnants of your cleaning spree tidied up, you took a moment to catch your breath. The bedroom and bathroom sparkled, every surface gleamed as if the sun had bestowed its favor upon them. You stood, surveying your work, satisfaction blooming in your chest like a flower coming to life in spring.
Your moment of peace, however, was fleeting. Just as you turned to head back to the living room, Pezzy’s cheerful voice rang out from his office. “Hey! Baby! Come here for a second!” It was a beckoning, irresistible call, brimming with energy.
You padded over, curiosity piqued as he poked his head out from behind his computer screen. There was an unmistakable glint in his eye that made your pulse quicken. “I want to show you off!” he exclaimed, a playful grin lighting up his face.
Before you could even respond, he gestured for you to come into the office. As you entered, the enchanting world of his stream unfolded around you—lights glowing, cameras ready, and the chat scrolling above his head, illuminated with excited messages from his audience.
“What do you think, chat? Isn’t my girlfriend the best?” Pezzy asked, his voice thrumming with delight. The chat erupted into a flurry of hearts and exclamations, enthusiasm overflowing as they welcomed you into the spotlight.
Before you could say a word, Pezzy reached out, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you close. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, the world outside fading into a hazy background as time froze for just a moment. The joy radiating from him intertwined with yours, creating a bubble of warmth that felt almost magical in the midst of the chaotic streaming environment.
“Say hi to everyone!” he prompted gently, his eyes sparkling as he turned to the camera. You found yourself giggling, your cheeks flushed from a blend of exertion and the nervous thrill of being on camera. “Hey, everyone!” you managed to exclaim, waving your hand animatedly. More hearts and playful messages flooded the chat, each one making your heart swell with a sense of belonging.
You decided to embrace the moment—taking a seat on Pezzy’s lap, basking in the shared laughter that filled the air. In this little cocoon, you felt connected to him, to the audience, and to the joy of being present. For a minute, everything felt right, and the stresses of the day melted away into pure euphoria.
But then, just as your moment of bliss seemed perfect, a timer chimed, breaking the spell with its decisive ding. “Ah! The laundry!” you exclaimed, jumping up slightly at the sound, and suddenly remembered the chores still awaiting you.
Pezzy chuckled, his playful demeanor never faltering. “Looks like you’ll have to go save the laundry from certain doom,” he teased, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “But don’t think you’re getting away that easily—I still need you for my stream!”
“Only for a few more minutes!” You laughed, the reality of your day inching back into focus. “Then laundry duty calls!”
“Fine! Just one more minute…” he relented dramatically, pulling you back toward him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he leaned in closer as the camera captured your playful banter, the chat now buzzing with a new wave of excitement and joyful comments about your dynamic partnership.
The minutes flew by in a charming whirlwind of playful conversation and laughter. You took turns answering questions from the chat, relaying stories about your shared adventures and the little antics that had made your life together feel so vibrant. The joy of sharing this moment filled you both, the love and laughter circling around you like a well-loved melody.
With one final laugh and a promise to continue the fun later, it was time to bid the chat farewell, leaving the cozy office filled with cheer. You swiftly leaped off Pezzy’s lap, nudging him playfully as you headed toward the laundry room once again, ready to tackle the next chapter in the day’s adventures.
As you walked away, you could already feel the warmth of the moment lingering like a sweet aftertaste, carrying the delightful chaos of the day into a beautiful tapestry of shared experiences.
The Great Gaming Fiasco
Summary: Grizzy rage, I think you already know this<3
TW: Established relationship, rage. anger, warzone moment, kissing, cursing and screaming, lmk if I missed anything
This fateful night started like any other, with the trio gathering their keyboards, their spirits high and laughter echoing through the room. “Ready to beat some noobs?” Grizzy hollered as he loaded up the game, the anticipation crackling in the air like static electricity. The familiar battle sounds filled the room, and they dove into the chaos.
“Why doesn’t that work?!” Smii7y bellowed, fierce frustration spilling from his lips like a dragon's fire, slumping dramatically in his chair as his avatar met an untimely demise. He banged his hand on the desk with a sound akin to thunder.
“Ello Grizzy!” Puffer sang with a comedic flair as Grizzy was unexpectedly reincarnated, flinging his parachute in a desperate bid to return to the sky. But alas, the parachute refused to open—like a deflated balloon. Grizzy’s frustration spiraled as he began to rain blows on his keyboard, resulting in a dramatic self-kill that could only be described as tragicomic.
“WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOURSELF?” Puffer cried out, the desperation lacing his voice as if they were in a high-stakes war council. “I COULD’VE REZZED YOU! WHY?!”
With a dramatic flourish, the keys rained down like confetti, creating a chaotic storm of letters and symbols — a keyboard glitter bomb exploded across his desk! Each key had its own story, its own mission to fulfill in the kingdom of Warzone, and now they lay shattered in despair.
The keyboard chaos continued, keycaps flying around Grizzy’s desk like tiny meteors in a galactic explosion of rage. The comical scene escalated, with Smii7y unable to stifle his laughter. “I think I need a new keyboard,” Grizzy declared with a resigned sigh echoing through the room, a solemn testament to his fiery spirit, as if he had just climbed Mount Doom only to find it was a mere hill.
“He just lost all his keycaps.” Smii7y said with a smirk growing on his face, while Grizzy fumed, the air tinged with both laughter and despair. “Oh my god” Puffer moans in emotional pain in the background. “Bro it aint working today.” Smii7y responded to Puffer's distress. “Nothing’s working.” Smii7y joked about how each bug felt like a monster stalking them in the night, ready to pounce at any awakening moment.
“I’m kicking over the key caps, I’ll clean that mess later.” Grizzy growled, “It's a problem for another day.
“What do you mean mess?’ Puffer aspirated at Grizzy
“Wait, can you even use your keyboard? Did you go get a new one?” Puffer asked for content
“I got a new one- well i stole __’s” Grizzy responded “Ugh-let me straighten my desk” Puffer laughed at Grizzy’s misery.
“Yeaahh” “What the fuck happend?” “What happened to you?” Smii7y and Puffer asked.
“The situation where you're gonna pull your parachute and it says “NO”” Grizzy explained as annoyance seeped through his voice. “Yeah! That literally just happened to me as well.” Smii7y agrees with Grizzy’s annoyance at the game with their bugs. They exchanged stories of their own gaming disasters, an unwritten pact of camaraderie knitting them closer amidst the chaos.
“Yeah so then I decided to slam my keyboard, which killed me, which made me even more angry. So I just clapped my keyboard together, ‘til everything came off.” Grizzy tells the replay of what just happened.
“Were you doing a last second one?” Smii7y asked. “Uhh-no i pressed it like 3 times before landing, it just didn't pull.” Grizzy answered with a slight tone.
“Like right now.” Grizzy placed ___’s keyboard down with some force, as he was clenching and unclenching his fist, storming off, as the trio couldn't help but spiral into a cyclone of banter, laughing yet again at Grizzy’s misfortune. Grizzy stormed off out of frame towards his right office door which was left open.
In the midst of the laughter, the mood shifted. A loud crash resonated from Grizzy’s office, while I was in the kitchen. Quickly followed by a blood-curdling scream that sent shivers down their spines.
“FUCK!!!” Grizzy’s roar thundered through the house, slicing through the laughter like a lightning bolt, a haunting call of despair that made everyone freeze. After that there was an eerie unusual stillness lurking in the house.
My skin jumped as his scream blared to life, roaring like a thousand ghosts at once, sending ice down my spine. I gasped in shock, my eyes popped open like saucers, my adrenaline rushing through my veins. In a flurry, I leapt out of my statue like a state.
With curiosity piqued, I tiptoed towards the scene, every step echoing with anticipation. Approaching cautiously, I soon found myself colliding with Grizzy, his frustration evident and his door hanging askew like a battle-worn shield, leaning on the doorframe. “Let me guess... warzone moment?” I quipped with a smirk, but concern laced my words like a thick fog that hung in the air.
“Yeah, I didn't know how else to take my rage out of my body, since I already broke my keyboard. I was most certainly not breaking your keyboard, yes I stole it after I broke mine. I knew how much time and money you spent on that keyboard.” Grizzy explained while I was giving him the “mom” look. As we stood there, I couldn’t help but chuckle. The chaos of gaming had turned into a comedic rendezvous, where gaming mishaps became fodder for laughter and camaraderie.
“Well I appreciate you not breaking mine, but now I have to fix your office door babe.” I say walking out his arms towards the closet of tools/storage that they have.
As I set to fixing his door, the banter resumed. “Is it possible to rage hard enough to break a door?” I teased while wielding my tools. Grizzy sheepishly scratched his head, his triumph of rage slowly fading into recollection of the bond we all had.
I heard Grizzy walk back into his office, as my hands were full of tools and glue so I could repair the holes in the wall. “I’m done, shut the fuck up. SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’m done, I’m done.” Grizzy repeated. “I just broke my door with my hands, now ___ is fixing it. I’m FUCKING DONE.” He screams in anger and slaps his hand on his desk.
“Sorry, baby, I'm not mad at you.” Grizzy apologized to me, as I was trying to make myself as small as possible. I was putting toothpicks and wood glue together in the holes, where the screws used to be. Grizzy ended the stream right after he apologized to me.
“You’re fine babe, is there anyway you can get the sandpaper that i left on the counter. Also maybe the wirecutter in the tool box?” I asked him a favor, I felt my phone buzz in my butt pocket.
Hey ___ you okay? Grizzy okay? -Puffer
Yes we are both okay, he is calming down now as we are both putting the door back together. Try to tell, chat that too. You know how shit can spiral out of control.
Will do, and okay we were just making sure
Its all good! I’m probably gonna make him, go get us food in a min
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Moments passed as I tuckered away at the door, awaiting Grizzy’s emotional cooldown. “After all this fixing, how about a nice dinner?” I suggested with a smile, already picturing a delightful feast to reward ourselves after the wild night.
“C’mon babe, let's get your fine ass off the dirty floor and go find a nice restaurant.” Grizzy nodded enthusiastically, offering his hand to help me up, grinning ear-to-ear. As I stood up with his help, I gave him a kiss on the lips and started tugging him to the door, laughing together.
More Nut in my Butt - Pezzy
Summary: Out of Context Twitch Clip- Link at the bottom of the short story
TW: Established relationship, cursing, sexual innuendo, lmk if I missed anything <3
“Sorry guys, I was texting Bella to bring me the rest of the Nutter Butters/. I am in a snacky mood right now” He explained to chat.
*Knock Knock*
“Come on in Bells.” Pezzy yelled over his shoulder.
“Hiii, babes, here's your nutters you wanted. By the way, do you care if I hang out here til they are done cooking in the kitchen?” I questioned Pezzy and slightly towards chat.
“Thank you bells, and yeah we are still in our yapping session part of the stream. Did you want to join or lay in the background?” Pezzy invited Bells.
“Would it be okay if I lay in the background and throw my two cents in here and there?” Bells quizzed him while looking at the monitor
“Yeah babe that's fine, thank you again.” Pezzy gratefully thanked Bella. Then Bella was walking towards his couch to lay down, she took her hair down so she lay down comfortably.
*”OMG, did she really give him the regular Nutter Butters?”* Pezzy read out a comment from a random chatter. Pezzy raised up the package to show the camera.
“No Double Nutty, look they made it with double nuts. So now it has more nuts in it.” Pezzy put down the package back in his lap or on his desk.
“It's pretty sick, I love more Nutt in my butt.” Pezzy said with no thought no filter, once it registered in his head, his smile grew wide, he started laughing and leaning to the left out of frame looking at Bella laying on the couch.
Once it registered in Bellas head that her boyfriend said that, she started cackling and growing red like a cherry due to the lack of oxygen. She couldn't control herself and balance on the couch so ended up on the floor which made Pezzy and herself laughing harder. They both started crying on how much they were laughing.
“What did I just say?” Pezzy was gasping for air while trying to get over his digital footprint being more tainted.
“I mean babe, you could have just asked me in private not on stream.” Bella choked out in between her laughs and wheezes.
“Shut the fuck up, bells!” Pezzy exclaimed and started cackling. Pezzy fell out of his chair laying with Bella on the floor laughing.
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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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Drunk Pezzy
Summary: A small blurb from Pezzy being drunk...
TW: Drunk people, Drunk actions, alcohol, cursing, established relationship.
“I’m done, no more drinkies for me.” Droid hiccup while sitting on Pezzy’s bed, Puffer and Grizzy chuckled at him.
Puffer and Grizzy were at his desk, Grizzy was sitting in his chair while puffer was standing on his right side with the mouse in his hand.
“Are there speakers on this Pezzy?” Puffer inquired while looking in his settings for something {idr someone lmk}.
Droid got up with the alcohol in his right hand laughing at Pezzy stumbling to lean on the bathroom door/wall to the bathroom. Once he got his bearings somewhat straight, he put his right hand on the door knob and twisted it open. Pezzy didn’t have full control of his body, as he opened the door he fell right with the door. Gravity took control and made him hit the floor, Droid got the door, Grizzy popped up from the chair, as Puffer moved quickly to check on him as if they didn't have a single drink.
“Oh my god, what the fuck?” Droid stated due to Pezzy falling
“Hey Bella, you might wanna come in here!” Puffer called for his girlfriend
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Knock, knock.
“Hey, is the camera on?” I asked timidly while the door cracked open a little bit.
“Yeah, we can block you from it.” Droid suggested.
“Okay I’m coming in, and tell me what happened to his stupid ass i didn't catch it on stream.” I commented walking in wearing my fuzzy lavender shorts and cardigan with my white cropped tank top with my slippers on meeting Droid at the door, so he can body block the camera on his left.
“He fell on his ass, lost his balance while opening the door.” Puffer explained shortly as Droid walked me to the bathroom, shaking my head at him.
I got on my knees, to check on his head and his wrist, no scrapes, no blood, and thankfully no broken bones.
“Hi baby, did you have a little bit too much to drink?” I teasingly asked Pezzy.
“Mmmm maybe babe.” He slurred with a small chuckle while shaking his head yes.
“Alrighty, well you aren’t bleeding and have no broken bones so you are good, just drunk. I’ll let you get back with the boys, okay?” I smiled while holding eye contact.
“Okay babe, i'll call ya back when the stream ends.” He replied .
I got back up to my feet, holding my hand out to him to help him out of the bathroom but, Grizzy came in and picked him up so i wouldn't have too. I laughed a little bit too hard seeing him being basically princess carried out of the bathroom. Droid and Puffer body blocked the camera for me to leave the room without my face being shown to camera for long. I went back down the stairs to resume baking all types of sweets that the boys will appreciate, this time I will pay attention to his stream, a little bit more attentively.
“What, y’all saw my girlfriend? Isn't she the sweetest and prettiest?” He asked the chat I shook my head in a lovingly manner.
“Hi chat :) <3”
