The Great Gaming Fiasco

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Midnight Lament

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

Tw: Angst, breakup

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love Struck

Summary: As the soft glow of the moonlight filtered into the bedroom, casting gentle shadows on the walls, Droid lay beside you, propped on one elbow, whispering sweet nothings that danced on your skin like a feather light touch. The room was still, but his voice filled it with warmth.

TW: Established relationship, reliving memories, soft love

Inspired by Can't you see

“You know,” he began, his fingers playing with the strands of your hair as he peered into your eyes, “there are moments—little fragments of time—that play like a movie in my mind, reminding me why I fell for you.” His gaze softened, a fond smile teasing at the corners of his lips as he spoke, the memories illuminating his features.

“There was this day at the café when I first noticed you across the room,” he said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “You were sitting there, your brow slightly furrowed, deep in thought, but there was something else. Behind that blank facade, I could see a warmth that drew me in. Like the chill of the winter air suddenly giving way to spring sunlight.”

You smiled softly, recalling the moment, the way his eyes had sparkled with curiosity as he watched you, and the way your heartbeat quickened when you caught him staring back.

Droid continued, “And then you caught me… your lips curled into that playful smirk, and I knew I was done for. You batted your lashes, teasing me. I tried to glare, you know, to keep my stoic composure, but inside I was melting. That laugh of yours—the loud, boisterous kind—echoed through my mind, sealing the deal. It was impossible not to be intrigued.”

He paused, a distant look crossing his face. “And that one time at the gallery, when you beamed with pride at my photography,” he said, his smile widening with the memory. “You had this way of looking at me, like you believed in me and my dreams. It filled me with this childish joy, bursting at the seams. That’s what made me realize I wanted to be by your side.”

You shifted closer, and Droid lowered his voice to a soft whisper as if sharing a cherished secret. “In that busy room, with all the people around, it was you who caught my eye, my heart. I remember how your pupils dilated the moment you saw my work, how your excitement was infectious. It was like everything quieted down, and all that mattered was us.”

He reached out to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin. “Even now, as you drift asleep, there’s a peace in your face that calms me. I love you, and I love these moments—how they linger in the air between us. How you bring warmth to my coldest days and fill my heart with trust.”

Lingering Trauma

Summary: In a cozy little house filled with warmth and laughter, there lived a brave girl named __ She had faced many challenges in life, but the scars of a traumatic car crash had left her with lingering chronic back pain and muscle spasms. Some days were tougher than others and today was shaping up to be one of those days.

TW: chronic pain, established relationship, car crash (effects)

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through my window, ___ woke up with a familiar pang in my spine, dreading the day ahead. I had made it my mission to seize each day, no matter the challenges. Today, determined not to let the pain win, I got dressed and headed to the living room where I could hear Pezzy was engrossed in his usual banter with his chat audience in his office. It was a lively scene, full of friendly chatter and laughter – it was one of those simple moments that made my heart feel light, even when my back felt heavy.

In the midst of his streaming, I felt the tightening of my muscles begin to spiral out of control, squeezing and locking my back into a terrible grip. Panic bubbled up inside me as the frustration of my body’s betrayal settled in. I tried to text Pezzy, my fingers fumbling on the small screen, but he was too captivated by his chat to notice his phone going off.

"Okay, think, ___," I whispered to myself. With a deep breath, I decided to use a different tactic. I typed into the chat, hoping that Pezzy would see it and come to my rescue. The chat was buzzing with activity, and luckily, one of my friends/fellow moderators, Mia, was also on.

"Hey Pezzy, can you take a quick break? __ is needing your help real quick!" Mia sent into the chat on my behalf.

Just as the words sent a wave of anticipation through me, Pezzy finally glanced at his phone, his expression shifting from joy to concern in an instant. After a brief look at the chat, he quickly turned off his camera; he switched his screen to one of his premade screens and rushed into the living room, worry etched on his face.

“___!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency. “What’s wrong?”

With a shaky breath, I looked up at him, my voice strained but determined, “My back... it’s locked up. I can’t move.”

Without hesitation, Pezzy came to my side and gently helped me stand up, supporting my shoulders and guiding me slowly towards the bedroom. Every careful step felt like a mini-mountain to climb, but ___ felt grateful for his steady presence beside me.

Once inside, Pezzy dashed to the nightstand and grabbed the familiar bottle of medicine, shaking out the right dose while quietly assuring me, “You’re doing great, babe. Just breathe. I’m here.”

With a hopeful heart, I swallowed the medicine, feeling an imminent wave of relief wash over me with every passing moment. Pezzy sat beside me on the bed, holding my hand tightly. “You’re so strong for pushing through today,” he said gently. “Next time, just let me know earlier. You don’t have to do it alone.”

Sassy Steamy Stream - Droid x Reader

Summary: Droid likes his girl sassyyy

TW: Established Relationship, kisses, cursing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

What to use instead of 'said'

Normally:

• added • replied • answered • stated • announced • questioned • asked • mentioned • remarked

Loudly:

• cheered • shouted • yelled • demanded • barked • blurted • growled • scolded •snorted

Softly:

• muttered • murmured • mumbled • uttered • stuttered • hissed • moaned • mouthed

Emotionally:

• begged • cried • confessed • complained • promised • pleaded

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.

Pizzazz Pezzy- Pezzy x Reader

summary: helping Pezzy getting ready for stream

TW: Established relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stormy Conversation

Summary: Grizzy needs to talk to you, but what's it about?

TW: Slight angst, established relationship, healthy communication

In the heart of Texas, a storm brewed fiercely outside. The thunder rumbled like an old giant’s growl, while the wind seemed to dance wildly, sending rain cascading down the windows like a shimmering veil. It was on this tempestuous day, inside a cozy kitchen alive with the aroma of cinnamon and fresh-baked cookies, that two souls found themselves on the verge of a monumental conversation.

You leaned against the cool granite island, glancing at the flickering lights that hinted at the storm’s power. Across from you, Grizzy stood with a furrowed brow, a serious expression shadowing his usually jovial demeanor. His tousled hair fell across his forehead, damp from the humidity that clung to the air, and with a deep breath, he spoke—his voice barely rising above the thunder.

“You don’t know me,” he began, each word heavy with unspoken emotions. “I’m not the same person anymore.”

The kitchen seemed to grow quieter, the storm momentarily a background chorus to this pivotal moment. You watched him closely, the eyes that sparkled with warmth now clouded with uncertainty. Memories of laughter and late-night talks flooded your mind—fragments of the Grizzy you had always known, the man who could light up any room with his charm and kindness.

As the rain drummed steadily against the roof, you nodded slowly, acknowledging the gravity of his words. “That’s okay,” you replied, your voice steady but gentle. “I’ll get to know you again.”

Your words hung in the air, tentative yet resolute, bridging the chasm his revelation seemed to create. You stepped closer to him, the bond between the two of you pulsing like the distant thunder. “People change, Grizzy. Life happens. But I believe in what we’ve built, and I’m willing to explore this new version of you.”

He looked at you, vulnerability softening his features. The storm outside continued to rage, but in that warm kitchen, a spark of hope ignited. Grizzy took a step toward you, and as he did, the clouds swirling in his eyes began to clear. “I’m scared,” he admitted quietly. “Scared of losing what we had and unsure if I can be who you need me to be.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to take his hand, feeling the steadiness of his heartbeat resonating through your fingertips. “You don’t have to be who I need you to be. Just be yourself. Let’s navigate this together, one step at a time.”

In that moment, the storm outside began to soften, as if it too were responding to the warmth of the rekindled connection between you. The sounds of rain drizzling against the windows were now a soothing symphony, encouraging you both to let the past mingle with the present.

“Let’s start with the little things,” you suggested, a playful glint in your eye. “Tell me what you love now. What makes you tick?”

Grizzy chuckled lightly, the tension dissolving as he recounted tales of new interests—adventures in painting, a fascination with the stars, and stories of friendship that had shaped him recently. Each word opened doors to understanding, laughter echoing in the kitchen as the warmth from the oven mingled with the chemistry between you.