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plut0-vers3 · 3 months ago

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OH MY GOSH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😩

I seriously need more fics about pezzy, I feel like I’m going through withdrawals, please, I’m begging 🙏🏻

home • pezzy

pairing: pezzy x gn!reader wc: 1.5k warnings: if you squint its angst ... fine balance with fluff song pairing: home by michael buble a/n: hello everyone!!! i am new to the frouse / clooless / goons writing community and thought i would throw my two cents into the bucket of writers. currently not taking requests since i am balancing studies next to this - maybe in the future (hopefully!) - i hope whoever reads enjoys it!!! feedback is always appreciated (:

The house always seemed to feel so much bigger when there wasn’t a second person to fill it. Evenings felt longer when the only sound to accompany you was the TV playing some random show and the added purring from Sly on your lap. It felt like life was put in slow motion, yet, you were still moving forward in real time. You feel slightly embarrassed for how much you actually miss him, even though he had only left the day before.

Max had agreed to go to Vegas for a boys trip over the weekend. He had talked about wanting to go back for months, frequently making jokes about how he ‘’needs to gamble’’ and ‘’I can hear the machines calling my name’’. All light fun with laughs and rolling of eyes. Muttering a low ‘’So is therapy’’ in response, earning an over the top shocked response from Max and a loud ‘’How dare you!’’.

When he was leaving, he nearly clinged on you for dear life. ‘’Remember to keep an eye on Sly,’’ he mentions, arms keeping a tight hold around your waist as he’s scanning the area behind you, ‘’Don’t let him out.’’ ‘’As if I have ever done that,’’ you respond, giving a soft shove to his shoulder and a quiet giggle. ‘’I’ll text you when I get there,’’ he says, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your lower back, ‘’And I’ll text you before I go to bed, when I go pee, when I am eating-’’ he says, rambling on before he shuts up when you place a kiss on his lips. ‘’Just send me a text when you can, just so I know that you’re alive, idiot,’’ you murmured against his lips. He hums in agreement before his lips leave yours, only to pepper gentle kisses on your cheek, nose, forehead, his eyelashes tickling your skin. ‘’Go, Max,’’ you giggle as he teasingly starts kissing down your neck, ‘’you have a plane to catch, yeah?’’. ‘’Just one more kiss,’’ he says, ‘’and then I go.’’ You shake your head and let him press the last kiss on your lips, gently squeezing you as if when he lets go, you would disappear. His hold on your waist slowly releases as he picks up his bags and slings them over his shoulder, shoulders slump as he gives an actor worthy dramatic sigh before turning around to leave. It’s only 3 days, how bad can it be?

Actually unbearable for the both of you - and so for his friends. They’ve implemented a rule that Max is not allowed to mention you within the first hour of being in Vegas, others have started betting on how long he can hold it in. ‘’Hey, I know you love them, dude,’’ Puffer says at some point, hands rubbing at his face, ‘’but can you please, please, just talk about something else?’’. The group laughs at the comment as Max can’t do anything but blush, scratching his neck and accepts the teasing he’s going to endure.

On the other side, you sit at home and scroll your Instagram feed, rather mindless as you don’t seem to be caught up in anything in front of you. A day has passed since Max left and it would be a lie if you said it hadn’t been hard falling asleep without him next to you. Most of Day 2 of ‘’Waiting for my Husband (Max) to return from war (Vegas)’’ was spent texting back and forth funny bits they had seen through the day, pictures of pure devastation and jubilations of wins and losses.

Cat Dad(dy): ‘’Just lost 200 dollars’’ Babe<3: ‘’Guess we’ll be eating bread and beans for the rest of the month’’ Cat Dad(dy): ‘’Trust the process, babe’’.

It lifted your mood whenever the notification ding would sound. For those small seconds it would feel like he was in the room down the hall, streaming, sending you texts about if you wanted to make some dinner (together, of course, as he always makes sure to note) or if you should order out. But he’s not. He’s somewhere too far away, probably hyping up Droid to go all-in on a bet, only for him to most likely lose it all.

Cleaning up after making dinner, having given Sly her food as well, giving her some head scratches before she digs in, you hear your phone ring. You don’t even bother looking at who is calling, since you already know who it is.

‘’Hey Max,’’ you say, a smile on your face already forming, ‘’you need any lunch money?’’ you joke, earning a laugh from his side of the phone. ‘’No, no, I’ve actually won the money back I won!’’ he says, answering the question from earlier, ‘’but I actually called to say that,’’ he continues before a heavy sigh leaves his lips, ‘’to say that I miss you.’’ ‘’I miss you too, Max,’’ you respond, ‘’like, a stupid amount.’’ ‘’I didn’t think I would miss you this much either,’’ he says, quickly continuing, ‘’but I do! I do miss you, a lot, like a parking lot.’’ A silly inside joke you’ve created early in the relationship. The call goes on, sharing more stories of what has happened, at various points you can hear the boys yell in the background, sometimes they would be on the phone and you got to hear each point of view of the story. Listening and responding as well as possible, even though a knot is forming in your stomach from wishing he was home instead and telling all these stories, curled up in his arms, hearing his heartbeat and the warmth of his body against yours. You haven’t noticed it yet, but the line has gone quiet. Max notices you haven’t responded in a while.

‘’What are you thinking about, babe?’’ he questions, making you return to the present. You fiddle with the bottom of your shirt, trying to suppress the stomach feeling as you utter a small, ‘’I wish you were home, Max.’’. It’s quiet again before you hear him sigh. ‘’I wish I was there too,’’ he responds as you can hear him move around, probably to get away from the attention of the boys. You look around the living room, how the sun is starting to set, casting soft shadows in the living room. If you imagine hard enough, you can nearly see Max walk around the room, fresh out of bed in only his pajama pants with Sly running after him. It brings a small smile to your face, reminiscing those many mornings you’ve had together. Though, it’s cut short as small sniffles break the silence. ‘’Are you okay?’’ you ask quietly and he laughs half-heartedly. ‘’It’s so stupid, isn’t it?’’ he says with a sharp inhale, ‘’It’s only been a day without you and it’s like I’m having withdrawals.’’

‘’I’m your Vegas slot machine now,’’ you try and joke, and it lands since he’s laughing on the other end. ‘’Yeah,’’ he says, ‘’yeah, you’re my slot machine and you are calling my name right now.’’ ‘’What are the voices saying?’’ you ask. ‘’That I come home,’’ he responds, a break before he continues, ‘’But I can’t right now,’’ he says and you can nearly hear him carting his hand through his hair, ‘’the boys would be so pissed if I did.’’

‘’Do what you think is right,’’ you reply, ‘’but don’t come home for me. If you want to come home early, it should be because you want to, Max.’’ He’s quiet, probably chewing on his lip, thinking the possibilities through. It has gotten dark outside since you’ve started the call, hours having passed by so easy. ‘’I’ll think about it, okay?’’ he says, ‘’I can’t promise anything-’’ ‘’And that’s alright. Text me when you know anything, ok?’’ you quickly interrupt him. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have to and he knows that. ‘’You know that I love you, right?’’ he comments, hearing his smile through the phone. ‘’I love you too, Max,’’ you respond before you both agree to end the call.

And so you wait. Moving from the living room to the bedroom. Waiting hours laying in bed. You don’t want to fall asleep in case he calls or texts. But your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, turning into a battle between you and your eyes to stay awake, since the rest of your body is ready to sleep. You look at your phone one last time. 3:48 in the morning. No messages, no calls.

Eventually, you fall asleep against your will.

When you wake up, it’s bright outside. Sitting up in bed, you check your phone and still nothing from him. You open your phone and are about to send him a message, when you hear a click. The pitter patter of Sly’s paws against the floor, the thump of something heavy landing on the floor, the floor starting to creak under the weight, footsteps nearing the bedroom and the door opens.

‘’I missed you too much.’’

#pezzy x reader #pezzy #youtube

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plut0-vers3 · 4 months ago

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plut0-vers3 · 4 months ago

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Mmmmm

Not only can I fix him but Being houses controversially young girlfriend would fix me IM ON MY KNEES FOR YOU SIR 🧎🏽‍♀️

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plut0-vers3 · 5 months ago

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The Drunken Twitch Takeover

Summary: You and Grizzy get on twitch drunk.

TW: Established relationship, drunk, alcohol, kissing, lmk if i missed anything

The late evening had been filled with laughter, the kind that makes your cheeks ache and your stomach hurt. With a few too many cups of sake and shots of Don Julio coursing through your veins, you both decided, in your hazy enthusiasm, to hop on Twitch and share your joyous chaos with the world in the "Just Chatting" category.

As the Livestream began ,Grizzy took the lead, beaming into the camera with a sparkle in his eye. He had a slight slur to his speech, and every now and then, he would lean in closer, whispering things that were only meant for you, like a secret language only the two of you shared.

You and Grizzy settled into your usual cozy spot, the warm glow from the computer screen illuminating your happy, tipsy faces. With every sip of sake, giggles erupted like fireworks, and the two of you exchanged secret glances, filled with affection and a dash of mischief.

“Welcome, my dope squad!” he announced dramatically, gesturing wildly with his hands.

“Okay, guys!” you exclaimed, trying to sound sober but failing utterly. “We’re going to play… um, what game were we going to play?” Grizzy leaned in closer, his breath a mixture of tequila and laughter.

“You mean we’re not magically playing ‘The Secret Game’?” he slurred, winking at the camera. The chat flooded with laughing emojis and questions about this new mysterious game.

Your hearts raced with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “What’s the Secret Game, Grizzy?” you asked, biting your lip to suppress another outburst of giggles.

“Shhhh,” he said dramatically, putting a finger to his lips, “It’s a super exclusive game for just us… and everyone watching!”

“Tonight, we’re spilling tea,and definitely sharing all the embarrassing stories! Right, babe?”

You tried to contain your giggles, biting your lip as you nodded enthusiastically. “Right! Just don’t reveal too much about our secret midnight gummy bear gummies experiment!” you replied, snorting with laughter.

“Oh my gosh!” Grizzy exclaimed, his face lighting up with delight. “That was supposed to be our secret!” His exaggerated shock only sent you both into fits of giggles, and the chat was erupting with emojis, loving every second of your adorable antics.

As the evening wore on, you both pulled up a list of snacks you had fortified yourselves with—chocolate-covered almonds, chips, and what you had lovingly dubbed the “Emergency Cake” you had stashed for special occasions. Grizzy held up the little cake, squinting at it as if examining a rare artifact. “This! This is the source of all our power! Audience, ask us questions while we feast!”

Questions began flying in—a mix of serious, silly, and downright outrageous ones. Grizzy mirrored one eager viewer’s comment. “What’s your most embarrassing moment together?” he read aloud, eyes glinting with mischief.

You both gasped, glancing at each other mischievously. “Oh, you know what?” you said coyly, leaning in to whisper, “this one time I tried to impress Grizzy by baking cupcakes and… let’s just say they turned out like little burnt hockey pucks!”

He burst out laughing, his head thrown back, and the sheer joy radiating from him was infectious. “No way! I still have nightmares about those cupcakes! But I love you, even if you nearly set my kitchen on fire!”

The comment section exploded with laughter and encouragement, and as the saner spirits slowly ebbed away thanks to your sippy cups, you and Grizzy began to plummet deeper into your silliness.

The two of you shared a conspiratorial laugh, the kind that only comes from being utterly in tune with each other. As the chat continued to tease you both, the viewers became increasingly curious. They loved this new side of you—vulnerable, silly, and wildly entertaining.

Suddenly, you both began to recount silly stories from your past: the time you accidentally spilled a drink on your favorite pet, or how you tried to impress each other on your first date by pretending to know a lot about something you had no clue about.

“Did you know… I once tried to cook for you?” Grizzy confessed, unable to contain his laughter, “But I ended up burning the pasta. The smoke alarm thought we were having a fire drill!”

The viewers were loving it, spamming hearts and laughing emojis. The community felt the bond between you two growing stronger through every word, every laugh.

As the night wore on, the drinks flowed and secrets spilled—a love letter to the world, conducted through laughter and drunken antics. You both challenged each other to silly dares, creating a series of rapid-fire TikTok-worthy moments.

“Next dare!” you declared, your finger hovering over the camera, “You have to sing your favorite song, but in a baby voice!”

Grizzy dramatically sighed, then launched into a comically high-pitched rendition of a popular pop song that had everyone in stitches. “I can’t believe I’m doing this live!” he exclaimed, practically wheezing with laughter.

The chat went wild. People were gleefully asking for more, wanting to see just how far you two could go while balancing on the edge of ridiculousness.

As the livestream hit its peak, the two of you leaned closer, almost whispering to the camera, “We love you guys!” A collective “Awww” echoed through the chat boxes, further fueling your joyous drunken energy.

In that moment, you realized it didn’t matter if your gameplay skills took a backseat; you were cultivating something even more valuable—a genuine connection with your audience. This night would be a cherished memory for both of you, a reminder of carefree love, laughter, and the beauty of simply being yourselves.

Finally, as the stream came to an end, you both waved goodbye, hearts full and buzzing with joy. Little did you know, the memories of this epic drunken stream would play on in the highlights, a testament to the fun, love, and quirks that made your channel uniquely yours.

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plut0-vers3 · 6 months ago

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Cleaning Chaos - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Cleaning the house on your day off

TW: Kissing, established relationship, lmk if i missed anything <3

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.

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plut0-vers3 · 7 months ago

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(Thinking real hard about Simon not even noticing when you go from “his girl” to “the missus”)

The barracks were quiet, save for the occasional clink of mugs and low murmurs as they gathered around their makeshift kitchen table. It was a rare, slow night- a chance to unwind, talk, and for once, not think about missions or war zones.

Ghost sat leaned back in his chair, mask pulled halfway up so he could sip his tea. Soap was mid-rant about some pub brawl he’d witnessed last time he was on leave, but Simon wasn’t paying much attention. His mind was elsewhere: back home, where you were probably curled up on the couch with your favorite weighed blanket that you only pulled out when he wasn’t there, watching one of those dramas you loved.

“So, Lt,” Soap said, snapping his fingers to grab his attention. “What’s your girl been up to? Still bakin’ those little cookies you’re obsessed with? No chance for me ta ask her ta send me some, too?”

Without thinking, Ghost answered: “The missus made a batch last week. Sent some with me- bloody good, too. You’re not getting them, MacTavish.”

There was a beat of silence. A rare silence.

Price raised an eyebrow, his cigar pausing mid-air. Gaz’s head tilted, and Soap’s grin slowly widened like he’d just uncovered buried treasure.

“‘The missus,’ is it?” Soap crowed, leaning forward, his voice full of mockery and delight. “Oh, Lt. When’d she go from bein’ your ‘girl’ to your ‘missus,’ eh? Got somethin’ to tell us?”

Ghost froze for half a second, his brain catching up to his words. He hadn’t even realized he’d said it. His grip on the mug tightened slightly, but his face- what little they could see- remained impassive.

“She’s always been the missus,” he replied at last, cooly, though the slight rumble in his voice betrayed him. “Just didn’t feel like sharin’ it with you lot.”

Soap cackled, nearly spilling his drink. “That’s it, lads. He’s done for. Proper whipped.”

Price smirked but didn’t comment, while Gaz tried- and failed- not to join in the laughter.

“You put a ring on her yet?” Gaz teased.

“… Not yet.”

The room quieted again, this time with the weight of realization. There was no bluster, no denial. Just a quiet certainty that made even Soap shut his mouth, his smile less teasing.

“Right,” Price said finally, taking a puff of his cigar. “Good for you, Simon.”

Ghost said nothing more, sipping his tea like the conversation was over. But as the others eventually moved on to other topics, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

The missus. He liked the way that sounded. It felt right.

Now, he had a new mission: find the right ring.

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plut0-vers3 · 7 months ago

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As I’m rewatching law and order svu I really REALLY dislike how Amanda and Sunny got together, it always rubbed me the wrong way…. I thought I was crazy but after these years it STILL makes me feel that way

#just my thoughts #law and order svu #law and order svu x reader #law and order special victims unit

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I love you work oh my lord !!! Can you do another Pezzy x reader I adore them and no one seems to request them much !! Something fluffy !! ( established relationship if possible !)

Confess or Drink Pt. 2 (Pezzy X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (I also combinded this with @strawberrycheesecake3 's request of Confess or Drink pt. 2. Hope y'all don't mind <3)

Warnings: language, jokes of domestic violence (trust it's light-hearted)

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1283

Summary: The day after the infamous Truth or Drink stream.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

<- Part 1

~~(^Pinterest)

The ride to the nearest iHop wasn’t bad. I had ridden with Pezzy before, and it wasn’t any different than the hundred other times I rode with him. When we pulled up to the iHop, Pezzy shut off the bike and held out his hand to help me off.

“Well, thank you, kind sir,” I joked in a posh accent as I stepped off the bike and pulled my helmet off.

“Oh of course,” He joked back, taking his helmet off as well before standing up and gesturing toward the door. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” I took his hand as he led us inside. There weren’t many people, so we got seated pretty quickly. We got to our table, ordered coffees, and sat quietly as we looked over the menus as if we both didn’t already know what we were getting.

“So,” I trailed off as I put my menus down and took a slow drink of my coffee. “Do we wanna talk about last night?”

“Let me just say this first,” Pezzy rushed as he put his menus down too. “I just need to know if it was a bit for the stream.”

“No…? What made you think it would have been a bit?” I asked confused. Everybody knows that alcohol brings out the truth in people, and I was certain he felt the same. At least, that’s what Grizzy told me, so I left loose for the stream. I decided before I started drinking that if I said anything, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“It’s just,” Pezzy hesitated, looking anywhere but at me. “With our job, we like to exaggerate things, and I don’t know if that’s one of the things.”

“Max,” I stated, and his attention snapped to me. In all the years I had known him, I never used his name unless I was being serious. He was always Pezzy or Pez to me. Always has been. “I wouldn’t fuck with you like that. What I said, I meant. You don’t understand how long I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you, and when y'all invited me for the truth or drink stream, I thought I would just go with the flow. If I confessed, I confessed and we would figure it out later. We’ve always been a team, and I couldn’t stop myself from falling. I’m sorry if that’s not what you want.”

“I never said I didn’t want you,” Pezzy said quietly as he reached across the table to hold my hand. “I have waited years for my dream to come true, I’m just a coward and never took the first step. I would have rather been your friend than risk losing you altogether. Your confession was the best thing ever.” He stopped for a second and looked expectantly at me.

“This makes sense,” I laughed, leaning my head down to rest on the table for a second before looking back up at him, resting my head against my open palm. “Our whole friendship has been flirty because we were harboring feelings for each other. It’s no wonder the fans thought we were dating the first day I joined your stream.”

“No way the fans clocked us first,” Pezzy groaned as he smacked his face into his hand. Just then the waiter showed up to place our orders. We both ordered our breakfasts/lunches, and the waiter took off to put the orders in. That’s when Pezzy turned his attention back to me,” So where does this leave us?”

“Where do you want us to go from here?” I teased, taking a small sip of my coffee as I eyed Pezzy over the rim of the mug.

“I’d like to take you out,” Pezzy replied confidently as he also took a sip from his coffee, looking at me the same way I looked at him.

“I really hope you mean on a date,” I chuckled, causing Pezzy to choke on the hot liquid.

“Well, what the hell else would I mean?” He hissed as he leaned closer, confused.

“Take me out like,” I pause as I make a gesture of slicing my neck. Pezzy’s expression went from confusing to shock in seconds as I laughed. “I’m kidding just so you know.”

“I would hope so! I’d never take you out like that!” Pezzy gasped before smirking. “I’d use a gun.”

“Woah! Not even through our first date and you're talking about murdering me,” I said a little louder than the rest of our conversation as the few patrons looked over at us concerned. Pezzy frantically slapped at my arms to get me to quiet down. “Oh, and now you’re hitting me? This is domestic abuse!”

“No, no, no, stop,” He groaned with a small smile, knowing this was just how I liked to tease him. Everyone was still looking over at us, concerned, so Pezzy tried to remedy the situation. “It’s fine, we’re joking!”

“Um, your food,” The waiter said confused as he stood in front of our table with the food.

“Oh, thank you,” Pezzy said, uncomfortable with the amount of eyes on us.

“If we didn’t take the bike, I would suggest we take it to go,” I laughed as the waiter set our food down.

“We still could,” Pezzy offered. “I could drive slower than normal and we could head home. Or we could go to the park that’s like a block away.”

“I like that plan,” I smiled at Pezzy before turning my attention to the waiter. “Could we next boxes and the check please?”

Later that night Grizzy and Droid came back to the house, and we had Puffer over again. We didn’t plan on filming, but we were a group of friends who had nothing else better to do that night. We were all sitting in Grizzy’s recording room as the four of them played Mario Kart. I sat at Grizzy’s desk, so I could read chat.

“What happened after the stream? I need to know.” A lot of the chat had this or something similar, and part of me wanted to ignore it, but another part of me wanted to see what Pezzy felt.

“Hey guys,” I got their semi-attention because they were in the middle of a lap, “Chat wants to know what happened after the stream.”

“Pezzy got laid, that’s what,” Droid said immediately as all of the guys laughed minus Pezzy and myself. “Okay, not really. Grizzy and I stayed at Puffer’s place.”

“And we went to iHop,” Pezzy said just before cursing as he got hit by a red shell.

“Is that code for something?” Puffer whispered to Grizzy but their mics caught it clearly.

“No, it’s not code for anything,” I laughed at them. “We went to iHop, made a few questionable jokes about killing each other, and left to come home. It’s not that deep.”

“Not that deep! Pezzy never goes to iHop!” Grizzy pointed out as they all crossed the finish line with Puffer winning (shocker!). “He must really like you if you convinced him to go to iHop.”

“He took me there on his own accord,” I admitted as I put my hands up in mock surrender.

“Because I know you like it!” Pezzy defended himself, and silence fell around the room. All of us looked between each other before I slowly turned my attention back to the screens. I briefly looked directly into the camera before leaning into the microphone.

“Pezzy and I may or may not be together now, so that also happened,” I whispered into the mic before glancing back at the rest of the boys who were not shocked at all.

“FUCKING FINALLY!”

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plut0-vers3 · 7 months ago

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OMG FINALLY

Someone who writes for Pezzy!! Oh I love him

Can you please write a Pezzy x gn! reader for the truth or hydrate stream, where the reader admits that they’d date Pezzy & find him attractive (and maybe make some suggestive jokes), and how he & the others would react? I love your writing, by the way, keep up the great work!

Confess or Drink (Pezzy X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (did I start this the same way as the last one? Yes. Why? Because it’s from the same video, but trust, I did change it lol)

Warnings: Mentioned reader being on Adderall

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1547

Summary: A little too much alcohol and a little too much confessed.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“What’s up gamers? How y’all doing today?” Droid started off as people began flooding into the stream. I was grabbing a couple of drinks from the fridge as the guys bantered back and forth before sitting next to Pezzy, closer to the computer to read the chat. “Someone wanna explain bruh? It’s a lot.”

“Bitch, it’s your thing!” Grizzy laughed along with Puffer and Pezzy while rolled my eyes and cracked open a Mike’s.

“Geez, we’re doing truth or drink,” Droid explained, going into deeper detail. Puffer, jokingly, started snoring, so Droid said, “Aye, quiet down in the back, yeah?”

“Chat says it's a slumber party,” I laughed, pointing out since the message was highlighted.

“Guys, take your shoes off, stay awhile. Slumber party!” Pezzy joked, enthusiastically. “Are your feet stinky?”

“Please don’t. I do not need chat spamming about feet for the next 2 hours,” I groaned as I leaned back. Droid was already pulling his shoes off and trying to smell them. “Can you not?”

“I can smell them from here actually! Those actually smell,” Puffer complained. Droid tried to smell his feet again, and he made a face before putting his shoes on.

“You realized they stink?” I asked rhetorically, chuckling as I took a drink. “Okay, what are we doing?”

“This is the dealio,” Droid started. “Truth or drink. If someone doesn’t want to answer a question, they have to take a shot.”

“Oh, this was meant to be hot sauce?” Grizzy asked, looking at the box.

“Yeah, it's a Hot Ones game,” I laughed, leaning over Pezzy to point at the box.

“He’s a pussy, dude,” Pezzy stated.

“Y’all keep it at 89 fucking degrees in this house. You think I want hot sauce right now?” Grizzy emphasized.

“That’s all Pezzy, bruh,” Droid muttered.

“Ok, ladies,” I interrupted. “Let’s just do the first card. Puffer can start ‘cause he’s at the end. Simple.”

“And this is why we have you,” Pezzy laughed. “Keep us on track.”

“Oh, yeah have the person who relies on Adderall to keep y'all on track,” You responded sarcastically. “Makes sense to me.”

“Okay, guys. What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve done?” Puffer read off the card before turning his attention to the rest of us.

“I shit my pants in a car ride home with my friends,” Grizzy said immediately. We all started talking over each other until Grizzy interrupted us, “I was like 8, bro!”

“I got one,” Puffer paused as Droid said that he knew it. “I fell in the San Antonio River.”

“OH! What the fuck?!” Droid shouted. All of us started laughing as Puffer told the story of the bike breaking and flinging him into the river. “There’s no ladder, so once you’re in, you’re in.”

“My dad took me to the track,” Droid started, going into a long story about how he shit himself immediately after arriving home. “I think I was just relieved to be home and I made it far enough.”

“Mine was when I was in school and I trusted a fart too much,” Pezzy began. “I had to call my mom and say I shit my pants.”

“Holy shit, guys! Literally!” I laughed as I finished my first drink. “While I did not shit myself after age 6, I ‘fell’ into the fountain in Las Vegas during the national anthem once for $100. Try explaining you’re broke to the police and them not believing you.”

“That’s crazy dude,” Pezzy laughed.

“Crazy? I was crazy once-”

“NO stop!”

“Who would you trade lives with?”

“Puffer?” Droid and Grizzy eyed him.

“Nah, I’m good. My answer is I’m good,” Puffer said fast.

“I think I’d be down to swap with Pezzy,” I chuckled, looking over to him. I held up my drink as if to cheers with him. “What do you say?”

“I’m down,” He agreed, clanking his bottle with mine.

“Who have you fantasized about in your life that you shouldn’t have? No celebrities allowed,” Pezzy read.

“Pezzy. Next question,” I said quickly.

“Why? Do you not want to admit who you’ve fantasized about?” Puffer laughed causing the rest to start laughing as well.

“What? I answered already,” I replied confused, ”It’s y’all’s turn.”

“Wait, you’re blushing!” Grizzy pointed out as he started wheezing.

“You’re answer was Pezzy?!” Droid shouted in disbelief. Everyone was still cracking up, and Pezzy was leaning back against the couch, hiding his face behind his hands.

“Yes!” I shouted back. I leaned forward as I pointed back at Pezzy. “Have you SEEN him? He’s hot!”

“Can we not talk about this live and drunk?” Pezzy intervened.

“No! This guy thinks it's so random that I find you hot!”

“It’s because of his nose right?” Droid shouted as he pointed at Pezzy, “I fucking told you! I knew that shit was pleasing someone!”

“Okay, I’d rather not talk about my sex life on live, my guy,” I drew the line. Despite being pretty drunk, I knew that would be a slippery slope.

“Well, it looks like you’re gonna have to. What was your most recent porn search?” Droid asked. Everyone started complaining, saying they were going to take a shot.

“I will take the shot dude,” I laughed, already downing the Crown. “Wait I got a question. Do any of you dabble in the hentai?”

Immediately, the boys responded with “Yes.”

My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as I cringed at all of them. “Y’all are fucking gross. Do y’all feel disgusting afterward because damn that's actually nasty.”

“I have gone so far down that rabbit hole, it is not even funny,” Pezzy admitted.

“You are really feeling those drinks, huh” Grizzy laughed.

“Yes, I am,” Pezzy responded definitively.

“We did not need to know you that personally, Pezzy,” I laughed, taking a shot.

“Seems like you wanted to know him pretty personally,” Puffer muttered as he took a drink.

“Yes, but not that kind of personally,” I laughed. “I’m gonna head out before I destroy my career more than I already have. If someone wants to follow me,” I jokingly coughed out Pezzy’s name, “I’ll be in my room.”

“I don’t think I want to continue living in this house, knowing what you two will be doing in there,” Grizzy grimaced as he stood up and left the room.

“Meg’s gonna pick me up. Yall can stay the night if you really need out,” Puffer offered as Droid ended the stream and started cleaning up around the living room.

That’s when they all noticed that Pezzy was still sitting on the couch. He was not making any move to move either, so naturally, Droid, being the nosey guy he is, asked about it. “Are you really gonna let this opportunity go? They practically asked you to meet in their room.”

“We’re both drunk,” Pezzy groaned. “I’m not gonna take advantage of them like that. We’ll talk in the morning or something.”

“Are you sure you’ll even remember it in the morning?” Puffer asked as Grizzy came back with water bottles for everyone.

“The love of my life just admitted that they found me hot. I will definitely remember this in the morning,” Pezzy sighed before standing and heading to his room for the night.

The next morning, the house was eerily quiet when I walked into the kitchen. There was a note on the table, saying that Grizzy and Droid went to Puffer’s house for the night. I just shrugged to myself and moved around the kitchen. I opened a bottle of Sprite and left it open on the counter while I started making breakfast. Not anything too complex, just simple eggs.

It did not take long for Pezzy to come walking into the kitchen and sit at the island. I turned my head back to see him with his head resting against his forearms on the granite. I chuckled to myself before asking, “How do you want your eggs?”

“Scrambled, please,” He groaned as he turned his head to look at me. That’s when he noticed that his view was blocked by the Sprite bottle. “What’s with the Sprite? Isn’t it a bit early for soda?”

“Flat Sprite is the best cure for a hangover,” I replied as I mixed up and cooked the eggs. “I think I ran out of ibuprofen last time, and we could split it if you want. We’ll need to talk about last night at some point. Grizzy and Droid won’t be back until later.”

“Why don’t we go for lunch?” Pezzy offered as he took a couple of drinks of the Sprite. “We could take the bike.”

“I literally just made eggs,” I groaned holding out the pan for him to see that they were almost finished cooking.

“Give it to the dog,” He laughed, standing up to wrap his arms around my waist as he leaned his head on my shoulder. “It’ll be my treat.”

“As long as I get to rev your bike at least once, I’m down,” I countered, leaning back into his chest.

“You can rev it all you want,” He smirked, rubbing his face in my neck.

“Okay, you ruined it,” I laughed as I pushed away from him. “Go get ready while I give this to the dog.”

~~ Part 2 ->

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