#berleezy

Abby Anderson, my wife😫

Come home I miss u♡

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Summary: coryxkenshin x reader, berleezy x reader, fluff, black!reader, relationship headcanons.

Coryxkenshin as your boyfriend

●The ultimate protector boyfriend. Cory takes his role as your man very seriously, always making sure you're safe, comfortable, and happy. If y'all walking outside at night? He's on high alert. If you're scared while watching a horror movie? His arm is already around you.

●He loves making you laugh. This man will do literally anything to hear you laugh - even if it means embarrassing himself, a corny joke,a goofy dance, or throwing out the most ridiculous jokes. If you're having a bad day? He's already pulling up with snacks and a skit- ready performance. "My love, my queen, my everything - why the long face? I'm here to vanquish all sadness!"

●Gaming nights are a must. Y'all will stay up late playing horror games together, both screaming at the screen when something pops out. If you get scared, he's laughing his ass off but also lowkey protective. "AYO, NAH! That thing was moving weird - babe, get behind me, we are fighting pixels tonight."

●He loves cuddling but won't admit it outright. If you sit next to him, he'll act like he doesn't care at first, but slowly, you'll notices his arm moving around you, his head resting against yours. If you call him out, he's all like, "Pfft, you wish I was cuddling you - pssh. Anyways, don't move. This is comfortable."

●The type to send you random texts like:

●"Babe, if we were in a horror movie, I'd definitely survive."

●"I just saw someone who kinds looks like you... but uglier. You still the finest, though."

●"You ate today? I swear if you say no..."

●Super respectful & a gentleman. He'll open doors for you, hype you up constantly, and make sure you always feel appreciated. If you're having a rough day, he's quick to remind you, "Ayo, don't even trip - do you know who you are? You're a whole legend. No one can match your energy."

●Loves watching anime with you. Expect long nights binge-watching classics, him dramatically narrating fight scenes, and yelling at the screen when a character makes a dumb decision. "SEE, THIS IS WHY HE GOT DROPPED! WHY WOULD YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON THE VILLIAN?!"

●If he ever pranks you, best believe you're getting revenge. He'll set up a jump scare prank, but when you flip the script on him, he's screaming louder than you did. "Nah, that wasn't funny - okay, it was, but still, we even now."

●Loves hyping you up in front of people. You could be chilling, and suddenly, he's telling the whole world about how amazing you are. "Y'all see this person right here? Absolute GOAT. Cutest human alive. Y'all not on their level."

Berleezy as Your boyfriend

●A literal walking meme. Being with Berleezy means you're laughing 24/7. He's constantly cracking jokes, roasting people, in the game y'all are playing, and making the most exaggerated facial expressions when something wild happens. "Babe, did you SEE that? Bro, that was demonic."

●Gaming is a whole event. Whether it's a horror game or co-op games, y'all are both screaming at the screen, clowning on NPCs, and Berleezy is always overanalyzing the weirdest details. "WHY is this dude's head built like a microwave, though?"

●He hypes you up like crazy. No matter what you do - outfit? Fire. Cooking? Chef's kiss. Even if you do something basic, he's acting like you, just an award. "Yo, my girl just put milk before the cereal... lowkey, that's different. That's innovation." (He's playing but also 100% in love with everything you do).

●Cuddling is a whole experience. This man will drag you onto the couch, wrap his arms around you, and trap you there. If you try to move? "Nah, where you going? I need my emotional support, baby"

●LOVES roasting you but in the most loving way. If you say something goofy, best believe he's clowning you- but if anyone else tries? Oh yeah, it's over for them. "Only I can roast my baby, y'all better recognize."

●Text messages from him be wild.

●Nah, babe, lowkey if we were ever in a horror movie, you'd definitely trip first. Love you, though."

●"Babe, answer me this - if peanut butter is called peanut butter, why ain't it peanut jam?"

●"You ate today? Don't lie, I'm already outside with food."

●Lowkey romantic but in a chill way. He's not over the top with grand gestures, but he always makes sure you know how much he loves you. He'll pull you in randomly and kiss your forehead, saying, "Damn, I really got lucky with you."'

●Movie nights are full of dramatic commentary. If y'all watch a horror movie, he's yelling at the characters, throwing out theories, and making you laugh even when the scene is serious. "SEE, THIS WHY THEY GETTING GOT! WHY GO IN THE BASEMENT?!:

●If he pranks you, best believe you're getting revenge on his ass. He'll scare you with some crazy ass pranks, but the second you get him back, he's like. "Nah, you petty for that." But you know he respects the hustle.

●If you're having a bad day, he's the first person to lift your spirits. He'll talk you through it, make you laugh, and if he needs it, just hold you until you feel better. "Ayo, whatever's messing with your mood? Forget that. You're that person, you hear me?'

●Lowkey is jealous, but in a funny way. If someone's flirting with you, he'll be in the background making faces and mocking them under hid breath. Later, he'll be like, "Babe, I ain't worried, but like.... if he tries again, we boxing."

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In the hallway, keys rattled quietly, followed by the creak of the door. You stepped in, your work shoes worn and your shoulders hunched. Your navy blazer clung to her like the day’s stress, and the faint scent of coffee and printer ink still clung to your hair. You didn’t announce herself. You never did anymore.

Duke glanced toward the sound, catching your figure in the corner of his eye. “Hey babe,” he said, still facing the screen, his voice warm. “Long day?”

You smiled faintly, exhausted. “It’s nothing,” you replied, slipping off your shoes with slow, tired hands.

You padded into your shared bedroom, quiet as ever. You didn’t want to interrupt. Streaming was Duke’s dream, his full-time job now. He had grown so much in just a year, his community adored him, and sponsors had started rolling in for him and the rest of AMP. The last thing you wanted was to be a distraction.

But “it’s nothing” never really meant nothing.

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Over the following weeks, Duke started to notice. The way you winced as you sat down. The new bruises on your wrists from hauling too much at the office. The longer showers you took, probably to cry where he couldn’t hear you. And always that same, soft reply when he asked how your day was: “It’s nothing.”

It stung more than he expected.

He knew you were trying to protect his time, his stream. But something about your silence felt louder than any donation alert or subscriber milestone.

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One evening, he ended the stream early.

“Hey chat,” he said, eyes softer than usual, “I’ll be cutting it short tonight. I have to go handle some business right quick, but I’ll be back on soon.”

He shut down the lights, closed his laptop, and walked into the kitchen. You were there, stirring tea, your eyes glassy and distant.

Duke approached and gently pulled the mug from your hands. “Baby,” he said softly, “can you stop telling me it’s nothing?”

Your lips parted, but no words came. Just a breath. A tremble. A small crack in your practiced calm.

“I know you don’t want to bother me,” he continued, “but you are my something. My favorite something. And when you hurt, I want to know. I need to know.”

You swallowed. A tear finally fell, catching on your cheek.

“I’m just so tired, D…” she whispered. “Every day it feels like I’m trying to hold everything together, and I don’t want to be the reason you fall behind.”

He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back, with little forehead kisses here and there. “Then let me hold you together for once.”

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The next morning, you woke to the scent of lavender and pancakes.

Duke had turned off all his alarms. A handwritten note lay beside your pillow:

“Today is your day. No work. No stress. Just us. Robes are in the bathroom. Breakfast is warm. And yes, I rescheduled your meetings. Don’t be mad—be loved.”

You laughed through a groggy sob, clutching the paper to your chest.

You two spent the day doing everything you never had time for. Spa music filled the apartment, and he gave you the clumsiest, most earnest massage of your life. You watched terrible movies, baked cookies, and ended the evening with you curled up against him, for once without pain tucked behind your smile.

As the sky turned pink and the day wound down, you whispered, “Thank you.”

Duke kissed your forehead and whispered back, “You never have to carry it alone. It’s not nothing if it’s hurting you.”

And for the first time in a long while, You believed it.

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