Pizzazz Pezzy- Pezzy X Reader

First Date?

Summary:It was a typical evening in the virtual realm of Discord

TW: Friends to Lovers?, first date planning

You had just wrapped up a recording session with your crew and Pezzy , your best friend and a talented speedrunner. The dim light of your monitors cast a cozy glow across the room as you settled into a voice call, ready to unwind and share some laughs. Pezzy was already knee-deep in a chaotic speedrun of a notoriously glitchy game, his fingers flying across the keyboard like a pianist at a concert.

As he raced through pixelated landscapes, dodging enemies and exploiting every corner of the game, you chimed in with pointers and strategies, referencing the glitch where a character could slip through an invisible wall to bypass a tough sequence. “If you angle the jump just right,” you said, trying to inject a dose of enthusiasm into your commentary, “you can save at least five seconds here!”

Pezzy’s concentration was palpable, his eyes glued to the screen, a sly grin creeping up as he executed a flawless maneuver that even astonished you. But as you started elaborating on a particularly tricky glitch that not many players knew about, he suddenly interrupted.

“Let’s skip the small talk and just go on a date.”

The statement hung in the air, a surreal pause punctuating the usual banter of your friendship. You blinked, a mixture of surprise and confusion washing over you. Have you misheard? Was this Pezzy's way of joking? A playful distraction from the intensity of the game?

“Uh… what?” you stammered, trying to process the sudden shift from gaming strategy to… well, what sounded suspiciously like a romantic proposal.

Pezzy chuckled, pausing the game momentarily, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I mean, think about it,” he said, leaning back in his chair, hands raised in a mock-innocent gesture. “We’ve spent countless hours grinding through levels, trading puns and strategies; why not take it a step further? Why can’t a gaming call be a date?”

You could almost hear the gears turning in his mind, his enthusiasm getting the better of his usual joking demeanor. “I can bring the snacks, you bring the memes, and we can speedrun our way through the pizza delivery time!”

You laughed, the absurdity of the suggestion momentarily sweeping away the confusion. “So you’re saying our date is just going to be another typical ‘us’ thing?” 

“Exactly!” he grinned. “Just more pizza bites and fewer glitches, maybe? No interruptions from the game.”

A comfortable warmth spread throughout the call as you considered the idea. While you both had always seen each other as close friends, the notion of embracing a different kind of connection, even if it remained within the realm of gaming, felt intriguing. You tossed around the idea of what a ‘date’ meant in the context of your friendship. 

“Alright, fine,” you finally relented, humor lacing your tone. “What does this date entail? Are we still going to argue over who plays better, or will we act like proper date-goers and just enjoy?”

“Definitely the former—who could ignore the chance to continually roast each other?” he replied with a glee.

As he resumed the game, the laughter between you became effortless, the banter an infusion of energy into the call. The idea of a date transformed into a charming concept full of inside jokes and peculiarities only the two of you could fully appreciate.

In that moment, amid the chaotic sound of game effects and the thrill of competition, the line between friendship and something deeper blurred into a scintillating mystery—one that would keep both of you on your toes, not just in games but perhaps in navigating this fresh, exciting territory of connection.

I just realized I never gave a clip or video to go with the request I sent (I sent the clooless one with the face less reader)

I hope that’s okay and it’s not could you respond so I know if it was okay or not?

Yes this is okay! I can do it! Give me til Friday-ish and I’ll have it posted love! 💕

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 💕

MJF in pink is *chefs kiss*

More Nut in my Butt - Pezzy

Summary: Out of Context Twitch Clip- Link at the bottom of the short story

TW: Established relationship, cursing, sexual innuendo, lmk if I missed anything <3

“Sorry guys, I was texting Bella to bring me the rest of the Nutter Butters/. I am in a snacky mood right now” He explained to chat.

*Knock Knock*

“Come on in Bells.” Pezzy yelled over his shoulder.

“Hiii, babes, here's your nutters you wanted. By the way, do you care if I hang out here til they are done cooking in the kitchen?” I questioned Pezzy and slightly towards chat.

“Thank you bells, and yeah we are still in our yapping session part of the stream. Did you want to join or lay in the background?” Pezzy invited Bells.

“Would it be okay if I lay in the background and throw my two cents in here and there?” Bells quizzed him while looking at the monitor 

“Yeah babe that's fine, thank you again.” Pezzy gratefully thanked Bella. Then Bella was walking towards his couch to lay down, she took her hair down so she lay down comfortably.

*”OMG, did she really give him the regular Nutter Butters?”* Pezzy read out a comment from a random chatter. Pezzy raised up the package to show the camera. 

“No Double Nutty, look they made it with double nuts. So now it has more nuts in it.”  Pezzy put down the package back in his lap or on his desk.

“It's pretty sick, I love more Nutt in my butt.” Pezzy said with no thought no filter, once it registered in his head, his smile grew wide, he started laughing and leaning to the left out of frame looking at Bella laying on the couch.

Once it registered in Bellas head that her boyfriend said that, she started cackling and growing red like a cherry due to the lack of oxygen. She couldn't control herself and balance on the couch so ended up on the floor which made Pezzy and herself laughing harder. They both started crying on how much they were laughing. 

“What did I just say?” Pezzy was gasping for air while trying to get over his digital footprint being more tainted. 

“I mean babe, you could have just asked me in private not on stream.” Bella choked out in between her laughs and wheezes. 

“Shut the fuck up, bells!” Pezzy exclaimed and started cackling. Pezzy fell out of his chair laying with Bella on the floor laughing.

I do NOT own the banner/divider, The artwork belongs to the artist which has been linked. Nor do I own Pezzy or any of his content that is all him and his work.

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. 

Herbal - Grizzy x Reader

Summary: Friday night with your lover and herbs

TW: herbs = weed, Established relationship, a lil handsy and cuddles

in a cozy little apartment, nestled in the heart of a bustling city, there lived a couple named ___ and Grizzy. They had been together for a while, sharing countless adventures and creating memories that would last a lifetime. Friday nights were their special time, a ritual of unwinding from the week’s stress with some laughter, snacks, and, of course, their favorite herbal remedy.

On one particularly chilly Friday evening, ___ and Grizzy settled onto their well-loved couch, a soft blanket draped over them, and a bowl of buttered popcorn resting between them. The room was dimly lit by the golden glow of fairy lights, casting playful shadows that danced along the walls. The world outside faded away as they shared stories, laughter, and occasional goofy antics.

As the night progressed, Grizzy, ever the lighthearted spirit, started to feel the magic of the moment sweep over him. His eyes sparkled like stars, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hey,” he leaned over, whispering dramatically, “what if we build a blanket fort? Like, a magical kingdom where we rule as the Supreme Pudding Monarchs!” 

___ giggled, feeling that familiar warmth of comfort wash over, the kind that turned thoughts into cuddly bubbles. “You mean the kingdom where you eat all the pudding and I’m left with just spoons?” They both erupted into laughter, a symphony of joy echoing through their cozy space.

Grizzy, feeling playful, couldn’t resist the urge to get a little handsy. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around ___, pulling her into the perfect snuggle. His fingers danced along ___’s arm, making silly shapes, claiming them as the kingdom of 'Cuddleville.'

With his giggles growing louder, Grizzy’s mischievous side kicked in. “You can't escape, my queen! You’re forever trapped in Cuddleville!” he declared, and continued to nuzzle ___’s neck, painting the air with warmth and affection.

___, on the other hand, melted deeper into the couch, embracing the serenity of being wrapped in Grizzy’s playful energy. Each friendly poke and playful squeeze made her heart swell with adoration. She loved these moments, where the worries of the world melted away and all that existed was them, lost in their bubble of joy.

Yet, as Grizzy continued to be a bundle of energy, ___ found solace in the quietness her high brought. She savored the giggles, the cuddles, and the unique bond they shared, letting out a soft, contented sigh. “We should just stay here forever,” she murmured, drifting off slightly, her head resting against Grizzy’s shoulder.

“Forever sounds perfect. In Cuddleville, time doesn’t exist,” Grizzy replied, his voice softer now, laced with a hint of sleepy silliness. The two basked in the warmth and simplicity of their love, imagining a world where nothing mattered but laughter and closeness.

As the night wore on, the fairy lights flickered like distant stars, and the city outside hummed a soothing lullaby. In their little corner of the universe, ___ and Grizzy danced through moments of giggles and warmth, creating a night filled with enchanting memories that would forever linger, like a sweet spell cast on a perfect Friday night.

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.

Sizzlin' Saturday - Droid x Reader

Summary: Cooking with Droid on a Saturday Night

TW: Established relationship

It was a cool Saturday night, the kind that whispered for cozy dinners and laughter flowing like wine. In a quaint little kitchen, nestled in a humble apartment, _ stood beside her boyfriend, Droid. Now, Droid was unlike any other boyfriend—he was a human with a heart of gold and a nerdy love for tech. His passion for all things futuristic was met equally by _’s enthusiasm for culinary adventures. Together, they made a delightful pair—like carrots and peas or peanut butter and jelly.

__ had decided on a classic for their Saturday dinner: Chicken Parmigiana. As she gathered ingredients, the scent of garlic and basil wafted through the air, igniting her culinary excitement.

“Alright, chef Droid,” __ announced, wearing a playful grin. “Are you ready to bring some Italian flair into our lives?”

Droid raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “Just as long as you remember I'm not an actual robot. I can’t compute spaghetti measurements, you know!”

“Look at you, already making excuses!” __ laughed, playfully elbowing him as she tossed the chicken breasts on the counter. “Ay caramba! What am I going to do with you?”

Droid feigned offense, his hand placing dramatically on his chest. “I am a fine specimen of humanity. You’ll just have to recalibrate your expectations!”

__ rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but admire his quirks. “Yes, yes, my beloved human specimen, grab the eggs. We need to get these chicken breasts breaded and crispy!”

As they prepped, there were bursts of laughter, flour fights, and even a moment where Droid hilariously misidentified oregano as “space herb.” They stood side by side, the rhythm of their teamwork creating a joyous harmony—a little dance of love and cooking that filled the kitchen with warmth.

Once the chicken was sizzling, they found themselves leaning against the counter, arms touching, sharing a brief moment of quiet amidst the growing chaos of ingredients. “You know,” __ began softly, “I love these nights. Just you, me, and… well, potentially burnt chicken.”

Droid turned serious, a glimmer in his eye. “I love it too. It’s our time to escape the world outside, just a little slice of our own happiness.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “And the food doesn’t have to be perfect, as long as we’re both here, right?”

“Right,” she smiled, her heart swelling. “Besides, imperfect food is what makes the best memories!”

As they snapped back into the moment, __ turned to the chicken pan, flipping the chicken expertly. “Look! Nice and golden!”

Droid, still admiring the array of ingredients, chuckled. “You’re a culinary genius, and I’m just the human trying not to set off the smoke alarm.”

They continued to banter as the cheese melted beautifully over the chicken, filling the kitchen with a savory aroma that felt like a hug. The anticipation of the meal heightened their spirits further.

“Alright, time for the final taste test!” __ proclaimed, pulling the tray from the oven, the bubbling cheese gleaming like a crown jewel.

“Dare I say it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?” Droid joked, holding the oven mitts like a trophy as __ plated up the Chicken Parmigiana.

They settled down at the dinner table, the warm light casting a cozy glow as plates were filled. “To us,” __ said, raising her glass of sparkling water, while Droid lifted his in agreement—“to the best cooking team in the universe!”

As they took their first bite, shockwaves of flavor exploded in their mouths. __ let out a squeal of delight, “Oh my stars, this is amazing! We’ve done it!”

Droid grinned, taking another bite with exaggerated enthusiasm. “I’d say this deserves a Michelin star, if only they could judge kitchen brawls!”

They both burst into laughter, reveling in the warmth of their companionship—playful and serious, silly and tender, the moments mingling together like the flavors in their dinner.

That evening, with chicken parmigiana in their bellies and laughter still dancing in the air, __ and Droid knew that the heart of every adventure wasn’t the perfection of their dish. It was the delightful chaos and love that filled the kitchen that made their Saturday nights truly special.

And as they cleared the table together, __ smiled and whispered, “What shall we cook next week, Chef Droid?”

“Let’s find something equally ridiculous,” he winked, “Perhaps alien tacos?"

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.