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Rated_Pg x Girlfriend Reader
Summary: PG competes in a video game tournament with friends, facing challenges and playful banter. He ultimately wins, attributing his success to (Y/N’s) support, highlighting their special bond.
(350 words)
The air in Physical Gamerz's recording studio was thick with friendly rivalry and the sounds of chaotic button-mashing. PG, Berleezy, Rico, and Poiised were locked in an intense Gang Beasts battle, their avatars flailing wildly across the screen. You sat in a gaming chair in the corner, a contented smile on your face as you watched the mayhem unfold. PG and Rico were particularly animated, their playful trash talk escalating with each round.
"Nah, PG, you ain't even good!" Rico exclaimed, his character sending PG's avatar plummeting off the stage. "That was pure luck, man! Pure luck!" PG retorted, his fingers flying across the controller as he tried to retaliate. Berleezy and Poiised chimed in with their own jabs and cheers, the room filled with laughter and friendly competition. You couldn't help but giggle, the sound bubbling up from your chest as Rico delivered another perfectly timed roast.
"You know, for someone who claims to be a 'physical gamer,' you sure do get knocked around a lot," Rico teased, earning a chorus of laughter from the others. PG feigned offense, playfully shoving Rico's character. "Alright, alright, you got me this time," he conceded, "but just wait, I'm coming for you next round." As the game continued, you found yourself caught up in the infectious energy of the room, your laughter mingling with the banter and cheers of the guys. It was moments like these, surrounded by good friends and good vibes, that made you feel truly grateful to be a part of PG's world. The next round began, and PG was on a mission. His avatar, a bright red figure with a determined expression, charged towards Rico, intent on revenge. You watched with bated breath as they grappled, their characters locked in a clumsy but fierce struggle. "Come on, PG, you got this!" you cheered, your voice barely audible above the din. PG managed to gain the upper hand, sending Rico's avatar teetering on the edge of the stage. With a final push, Rico went tumbling down, disappearing into the abyss below.
"Yes!" PG exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. "That's what I'm talking about!" Rico groaned in mock defeat, playfully glaring at PG. "Alright, alright, you got lucky," he grumbled, "but don't think you're gonna win the whole game." The competition continued, each round filled with unexpected twists and turns. Berleezy and Poiised proved to be formidable opponents, their avatars displaying surprising agility and cunning. You found yourself alternating between cheering for PG and laughing at the ridiculousness of the game.
As the hours passed, the energy in the room remained high. The guys were clearly having a blast, their laughter and banter filling the studio. You felt a sense of warmth and contentment wash over you, grateful to be a part of this close-knit group. You glanced at PG, his face lit up with a genuine smile, and your heart fluttered. It was moments like these that reminded you why you loved him so much – his infectious energy, his playful spirit, and his ability to bring people together. The final round arrived, with PG facing off against Berleezy. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone gathered around the screen. PG and Berleezy exchanged playful trash talk, their competitive spirits reaching a fever pitch. The match began, and their avatars clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks. Berleezy's avatar, a nimble ninja, danced around PG's, dodging his attacks with ease. "Uh oh, PG, you're in trouble now!" Rico teased, adding to the pressure.
PG remained focused, studying Berleezy's movements, looking for an opening. He knew he had to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. Finally, he saw his chance. As Berleezy's avatar lunged forward, PG countered with a swift uppercut, sending him flying into the air. Before Berleezy could recover, PG unleashed a series of devastating blows, sending him crashing to the ground. "Finish him, PG!" Poiised yelled, his voice filled with excitement. With a final, powerful strike, PG delivered the knockout blow, and Berleezy's avatar disappeared from the screen.
The room erupted in cheers as PG emerged victorious. You couldn't help but smile, feeling proud of his accomplishment. As the excitement died down, PG turned to you, his eyes sparkling with joy. "I couldn't have done it without you, (Y/N)," he said, his voice sincere. "Your support means everything to me." Your heart melted at his words, and you rushed to embrace him, feeling grateful for the special connection you shared.
