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Fainting Spell Interrupts

Summary: In amidst of unexpected changes and challenges, Puffer stays on his feet.

TW: Fainting, sick!reader

Across the house, I stirred in bed, the remnants of sleep tying my limbs in a heavy embrace. The soft rustle of Puffer’s voice, accompanied by the familiar sound of virtual cards being flipped, pulled me from my dreams, but my body craved just a few more moments of rest. I pushed myself up, ready to join him in the world of streaming, when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me without warning.

In an instant, the room shifted; the vibrant colors of my LED lights blurred as I stumbled sideways, the world tilting on its axis. Before I could grasp what was happening, darkness enveloped you completely.

The sound of a big bang snapped Puffer out of his focused commentary. His heart raced as he glanced toward the door, only to think of the worst that could be happening. Panic ignited in his chest. “Wait, what just happened?!” he muttered, gripping his phone tightly before ending the stream, his fans left in a state of confusion as he dodged the questions and comments rising like a wave. 

He rushed up the stairs to your side, kneeling down beside you. “Babe?” he asked softly, brushing a gentle hand against your shoulder. When there was no response, he felt a surge of urgency. You were down for the count.

He carefully lifted you, cradling your body in his arms, heart racing as he felt your slight weight against him. There was a time when his adrenaline was focused on game scores and virtual achievements, but in that moment, it was a different kind of urgency altogether. He gently placed you back on the bed, ensuring you were cushioned and comfortable.

“What’s going on?” he murmured, his brow furrowing with concern. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, unable to shake the worry that clung to him like a shadow. Your skin felt cool under his touch, prompting him to fetch an extra blanket, draping it over you like a protective cocoon.

With a racing heart, he pulled up his phone, dialing for help, his mind screaming through every worst-case scenario. Yet, despite the chaos swirling within him, he kept his voice steady. “Hey, I need an ambulance…my girlfriend just fainted. Yeah, she’s breathing, but I can’t wake her up…”

As he awaited their response, he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you. He brushed your hand with his thumb, wishing desperately for you to open your eyes and smile at him as you always did. “You can’t leave me like this,” he whispered softly, his voice barely above a trembling breath. “We have a wedding to plan, babe!”

Minutes felt like hours, and just as relief started to wash over him with the sound of sirens drawing closer, you began to stir. Your eyelids fluttered as if waking from a heavy fog, and Puffer leaned in closer, hope igniting like fire within him. “Hey, hey, there you are! It’s okay, you’re safe,” he cooed, the tremor of fear mixing with a surge of relief.

With a groggy murmur, I blinked a few times, disorientation still evident. “Puffer? What happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I attempted to sit up.

He gently pressed you back down, a reassuring smile touching his lips. “You fainted, love. But you’re okay now. Help is on the way, just relax,” he replied, his heart still racing but now with gratitude for my return.

As the sirens neared, he brushed his fingers over mine, grounding you in the moment. I met his gaze, concern etched across my features. “I didn’t mean to ruin your stream…”

He chuckled softly, the weight of his fear lightening in an instant. “Nah, they’ll survive without a few packs. You’re my number one priority.”

I apologize cuz this is about to be LONG.

So I was just listening to do I wanna know by the artic monkeys and my imagination just run wild, imagine, the clooless house is throwing a big streamer Halloween party(which is a normal Halloween party it's just that all their friends just happen to be streamers lol), they're all having fun the music is good the alcohol is abundant, lmao, the costumes are amazing and in the heat of the moment (and the alcohol) pezzy decides Its a good idea to start a stream right in the middle of the party without telling everybody, at first it's all fun, people are gathering around the laptop laughing and reading chat, chat can see people(aka droid and reader who's also a streamer) dancing and mingling in the background, then the song comes on(do I wanna know by the artic monkeys) and it's one of readers favorite songs so she stars dancing and singing the song to the closest friend to her that just so happens to be droid, she's sensually dancing around him and on him with her sexy and provocative costume while lip syncing the lyrics just feeling herself eventually droid dances and flirts back, all of this on camera mind you, chat is exploding with surprise and excitement, trying to tell pezzy and the others what's happening behind them, but they're too into their conversation to notice, it's not until droid and reader start making out and another person at the party whistles that they realize what just happened, at that point it's all laughter, surprise and a bit of worry. I am so sorry this was so long🙏🏻😭

Fallen During Halloween

Summary: Relationships were never easy, especially ones that started with a viral kiss and a live-streaming vampire. But with Droid by my side, I knew we could handle anything. And maybe, just maybe, this questionable decision would turn out to be the best one I’d ever made

TW: Friends to Lovers, alcohol consumption, brief dates, kisses, soft love, flirting.

Okay, here we go.

The wings were a pain in the ass, to be honest. Feathered and magnificent, but a guaranteed tripping hazard after a few vodka cranberries. Still, I had to admit, the "fallen angel" look was hitting. My makeup was on point, the dress was just revealing enough, and the Clooless crew were already showering me with compliments as soon as I walked in the door.

"Damn, ____" Puffer boomed, nearly knocking over a bowl of chips in his enthusiasm. "You look like you crawled straight out of a Renaissance painting!"

"Only if that painting was painted by a horny Renaissance artist," I quipped back, winking. "Thanks, Puff. You guys crushed it with the party. What's the theme, 'Streamer Apocalypse'?"

Pezzy, dressed as a surprisingly convincing vampire, handed me a drink. "Just 'good vibes and questionable decisions,' ____. Enjoy."

And I did. The music was loud, the costumes were hilarious (Grizzy as a sentient pickle was a personal highlight), and the booze flowed freely. I mingled, laughed, took pictures, and generally soaked up the chaotic energy of a hundred-plus streamers all in one room.

Later, maybe a little later than I should have, I found myself swaying to the music beside Droid, who was rocking a surprisingly well-done werewolf costume. We’d been friends for ages, always playful and comfortable around each other. He bumped his shoulder playfully against mine.

"Having fun, Fallen One?" he slurred slightly, a grin splitting his furry face.

"Living my best damnation, Werewolf Boy," I slurred back, giggling.

Then, the music shifted. A familiar, sultry guitar riff filled the air. "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys. My absolute jam. I instinctively started to move, lost in the rhythm. Droid mirrored my movements, and suddenly, we were dancing. Not just playfully bumping and swaying, but dancing. Close. Too close, maybe. But in the best way.

The alcohol, the music, the energy of the party... it all combined into something electric. We were laughing, our bodies brushing with every move, glances lingering a beat too long. It was flirty, fun, until it wasn't. Suddenly, the laughter faded, replaced by a different kind of heat.

His hands moved from my hips to cup my face. My hands went to his neck, fingers tangling in the fake fur of his costume. The air crackled. The playful banter had vanished, replaced with a raw, undeniable pull.

Then, we were kissing.

It wasn't a tentative peck. It was a deep, hungry kiss, fueled by weeks, months, maybe even years of suppressed feelings. My head swam. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, the soft rasp of his stubble against my skin. My grip tightened on his neck, pulling him closer. It felt intoxicating, forbidden, right.

I was vaguely aware of the music, the crowd, the noise, but everything was secondary to the electric connection sparking between Droid and me. I didn't care who saw. Didn't care about the consequences. It was just us, lost in the moment.

And then, a bloodcurdling wolf whistle ripped through the air.

I jolted backward, wrenching myself out of the kiss. Droid stumbled slightly, his eyes wide and dazed. We both turned to see BigPuffer standing by the couch, howling with laughter. And then, I saw it.

The red light.

Pezzy. His dumbass, vampire-face, streamer-brain had decided to live-stream the party from his laptop. And apparently, we’d been the main attraction.

My face flushed crimson. Oh god. The chat. What was the chat saying?

Despite the mortification bubbling in my chest, I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips. Droid, equally flustered but clearly amused, started to laugh too. The kiss was incredible, undeniable, but also... profoundly stupid.

"Pezzy, you absolute menace!" I yelled, my voice shaky with laughter and lingering desire.

He just grinned, fangs glinting under the party lights. "Content, ___! Pure, unadulterated content!"

Droid, still holding me steady, leaned close and whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. "So… where were we?"

The embarrassment was still there, but it was overshadowed by a spark of anticipation. Maybe this "questionable decision" was exactly what we both needed. I laughed again, burying my face in the fake fur of his werewolf costume.

"We're going to have so much explaining to do," I murmured, already knowing I was going to love every single minute of it. Even if the entire internet was watching.

The aftermath was, as expected, chaotic. The chat exploded. Twitter trends were born. Even my mom texted me a string of increasingly frantic emojis, ranging from the wide-eyed surprised face to the monkey covering its eyes. Pezzy, predictably, clipped the moment and turned it into a subscriber emote. He’d even managed to get a small donation with the message “Pay for ___ and Droid’s therapy.”

Droid and I retreated to a quieter corner of the party, a small balcony overlooking the city. The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the sweaty, boozy atmosphere inside. We leaned against the railing, not saying anything for a long moment, just listening to the distant hum of the city and the faint thump of the bass from inside.

“Well,” Droid finally said, breaking the silence. He sounded slightly nervous, which was unusual for him. “That happened.”

I chuckled, kicking my heels against the metal railing. “Yeah, it did. Global audience and all.”

“I’m… not sorry.” He turned to face me, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. The fake fur around his face looked a little worse for wear, and his werewolf makeup was slightly smudged, but he still looked incredibly handsome. In a “just kissed me in front of thousands of people” kind of way.

“Me neither,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “But… what now? We’ve been friends for, like, forever. And now…this.” I gestured vaguely between us.

“Now,” Droid said, stepping closer, “we figure it out. Together. If you want to, that is.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek.

The touch sent a shiver down my spine. “Of course, I want to,” I whispered. “I just… I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Astra,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “Our friendship is strong. It can handle this. And if it can't… maybe this is worth risking.”

He was right. This felt too good to ignore. The way he understood me, the comfort we had with each other, the undeniable spark that had always been simmering beneath the surface… it was worth the risk.

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “Okay, let’s figure it out. But first,” I grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards the chaos inside, “we need to confiscate Pezzy’s laptop.”

The next few days were a whirlwind. The clip of our kiss went viral. We did damage control interviews, jokingly acknowledging the “incident” and trying to steer the conversation towards our actual streams. We even made a joint statement on Twitter, carefully worded to appease both our communities and our managers.

But amidst the online frenzy, we focused on each other. We talked, a lot. We went on awkward, slightly surreal dates where we were constantly recognized and asked for autographs. We navigated the tricky waters of transitioning from friends to something more, learning each other’s boundaries and desires.

It wasn’t always easy. There were moments of doubt, of insecurity, of wondering if we’d made a huge mistake. But every time, we came back to the same undeniable truth: we were good together. We made each other laugh, we supported each other’s dreams, and we had a connection that was rare and precious.

A few weeks later, I was back on Pezzy’s stream, guesting on his regular Friday Night Games stream. He was still milking the kiss for all it was worth, using the emote constantly and making endless jokes about it.

“So, ____,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Any updates on the Droid front? Are we hearing wedding bells yet?”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. “Pezzy, you’re incorrigible. No wedding bells, but things are going well. Really well.”

“That’s what they all say,” he retorted, but his tone was lighthearted. “Well, I’m happy for you guys. Even if it did cost me my dignity to capture it on film.”

Suddenly, Droid walked into the frame, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “What are you two gossiping about?” he asked, nuzzling my neck.

Pezzy gasped dramatically. “Oh my god, they’re doing PDA on my stream! The content gods are smiling upon me!”

I laughed, leaning back into Droid’s embrace. “Just ignore him,” I said to Droid. “He’s just trying to get a reaction.”

Droid grinned, looking directly into the camera. “Well, he’s getting one. Right now, the only thing I’m thinking about is taking ___ out for a nice dinner. Maybe a little dancing later.”

The chat went wild. Emotes flooded the screen. Pezzy looked like he was about to explode with excitement.

“Alright, alright, I get the hint,” Pezzy said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “Go enjoy your date. And try to keep it PG for once, okay? My stream can only handle so much excitement.”

Droid winked at the camera, then turned his attention back to me. “Ready to go, Fallen Angel?”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “Ready when you are, Werewolf Boy.”

As we walked out of the room, leaving Pezzy to manage the chaos on his own, I knew we still had a long way to go.

Clooless Queen

Summary: In the vibrant world of the Clooless Podcast, the air was electric with excitement. Grizzy, Puffer, Droid, and Pezzy were bustling around, their chatter filled with laughter and enthusiasm as they set the stage for their latest adventure. This time, it wasn't just about banter; it was about showcasing their newly dropped merch, and who better to model it than their very own Clooless Queen?

TW: play flirting

The day began with a spin on the bikes. Clad in the latest colorful jackets emblazoned with quirky designs and the iconic Clooless logo, I hopped onto my bike, the wind whipping through my hair. Grizzy captured the moment, snapping a pic as I zoomed past him, striking a pose mid-pedal with a playful grin. 

Next, it was Pezzy’s turn. With a cheeky grin, he offered me a ride on his custom bike, adorned with every sticker imaginable. I climbed on, laughing as the bike wobbled playfully beneath us. Grizzy caught a shot of us zooming around, a dynamic duo resembling a scene straight out of a cartoon. 

Then came the iconic “Clooless Koala Bear” moment. I playfully hopped onto Droid's back while he pretended to be massively burdened, stumbling around while everyone else erupted in guttural laughter. "Look at the Clooless Queen taking her royal ride," Puffer joked, camera in hand to immortalize our fun-filled moments. I felt like the star of a sensational circus act, draped in Clooless gear, cheerful as can be.

The laughter crescendoed as we moved to the arcade. My competitive spirit came alive; we challenged each other to a heated showdown in a retro arcade game. With the pixels flashing before my eyes, I knocked out the highest score, echoing cheers from the crew. “Clooless Queen strikes again!” Droid yelled, tossing a high five my way. 

And just when I thought the day couldn't get any better, we all gathered for a collective photo shoot, the sun setting behind us casting golden light over our shenanigans. Puffer, trying to flirt in his own unique way, declared, “With you wearing those Clooless threads, the world better get ready to recognize the Clooless Queen,” making everyone laugh endlessly at his charming offbeat bravado.

The playful banter continued as we struck poses for the camera. I felt like a celebrity, flaunting the merch with each exaggerated flourish—twists, jumps, and mock runway walks. The vibrant colors of our jackets popped against the pastel hues of the sunset, as if we were a walking canvas of joy. 

As the freezing frames captured our animated expressions, Pezzy leaned in closer and whispered, “Seriously, though—no one wears those threads quite like you do. You bring the hype in a whole new way!” The sincerity behind his playful words made my heart swell; I could feel the warmth of their appreciation wrapping around me like one of those cozy cloaks from our merch line.

Devastating Dinner

Summary: On the eve of her third anniversary with her boyfriend, Droid, she prepared a special surprise dinner reserved at their favorite restaurant.

TW: Angst, Breakup, Tears

Dressed in a beautiful blue dress that sparkled like the night sky, she felt a thrill blossom in her heart as she arrived at the restaurant, excitement swirling around her like confetti. Every minute that ticked by, however, chipped away at her anticipation. The table was set, the candles flickered in soft hues, but the only sound was the clinking of glasses and the distant hum of laughter around her. 

After thirty minutes, ___ felt a pang of concern. She pulled out her phone, only to be greeted with a notification that sent her heart plummeting. Droid had gone live on Twitch. Her mind raced back to their earlier conversations, her gentle reminders about the upcoming anniversary. Surely, he couldn’t have forgotten amidst the stream of game notifications and viewer comments swirling around him.

___’s heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. With a heavy sigh, she settled her bill, leaving behind a generous tip for the server whose pitying glance made her heart ache even more. With each step toward the exit, she held her head high, determined to carry the weight of unfulfilled hope like a badge of honor. After all, she was strong—unbreakable.

Once she reached the sanctuary of her home, a fortress where she could finally shed the façade of feminine strength, the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sank into her couch, feeling the solitude wrap around her like a heavy blanket. At that moment, she reached for her phone and typed out a simple yet profound message to her once closest friend: "Hopefully one day, you'll remember."

___ stared at the screen, the words blinking back at her like a distant star flickering in the night sky. "Hopefully one day, you'll remember." It seemed so simple yet carried the weight of a thousand heartfelt moments all piled into one. Each word resonated with the echo of hopes unfulfilled, and as she pressed send, it felt like a stone dropped into a silent pond, creating ripples that would spread far beyond that moment.

The tears that had flowed like a river now began to dry, replaced by a stirring resolve within her heart. She wiped her cheeks, each stroke reminding herself that she was more than a relationship.

Girl Friend Moment V. Puffer

Summary: Clip inspired (original clip was Droid)

TW: Established relationship, cute moment, kisses

As I opened the front door, the unmistakable aroma of melted cheese and baked dough wafted through the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. I had just picked up a large pepperoni pizza from our favorite pizzeria, and the delicious smell seemed to wrap around me like a warm embrace. With the pizza box in one hand and a light heart, I tiptoed down the hallway, excited to surprise my boyfriend, Puffer.

As I entered his office, I was greeted by the soft glow of multiple screens, the sound of his voice filling the room as he chatted animatedly with his viewers on Twitch. There he was, sitting comfortably in his gaming chair, headset on, oblivious to the world around him. His focus was on the game, but I knew he’d feel my presence.

“Hey, you,” I said, a playful smile creeping onto my face as I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“Did you miss me?” I added, my tone light and teasing, knowing he couldn’t resist a little banter.

He paused, dropping his controller for a moment. His gaze turned serious, and his smile softened into something warm and genuine. “Every moment, every second,” he replied, his voice low and sincere, and just like that, my heart fluttered a little. Those moments of sweetness always managed to catch me off guard; I was never quite prepared for how much he made my heart skip.

As he pivoted back to the stream, I could see the chat lighting up with playful teasing. “Puffer’s simping hard!” one viewer typed, followed by another, “He’s got it bad, folks! Someone get this man a pizza!” The chat exploded with laughter and emotes, as viewers poked fun at him for being so mushy.

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, knowing I had just walked into a lively banter among his audience. Puffer was consistently charming and charismatic on stream, yet he always had a soft spot for me—his viewers recognized it too. I set the pizza down on his desk, and he flashed me a grateful smile, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

“Okay, okay! Everyone chat, cut it out!” Puffer rolled his chair closer to the pizza, gesturing to the box as though it were an award-winning trophy. “Brought to you by my amazing girlfriend! Let’s see if she can bring us any luck with catching this damn thing!”

The chat erupted in cheers, playful banter flying as he dug into a slice, his mouse ready in his other hand. I clinked my slice against his, lifting it in a celebratory toast, the warmth of the moment settling around us like a cozy blanket.

As the stream carried on, I felt that infectious energy that came from being together—his laughter mingling with the playful jabs from his viewers, an echo of teamwork that reminded me how much I loved being part of his world.

Midnight Mischief

Summary: The night air was cool against my skin as I settled into the passenger seat of Puffer’s old ford. The clock in the dashboard glowed 11:45 PM in soft blue light, like a lighthouse guiding us through the darkness. I could feel the excitement bubbling in my chest—there was something electric about midnight drives that made everything feel alive.

TW: Puffer driving, passenger princess, kissing, make out, established relationship

“Ready for an adventure?” Puffer asked, his voice laced with warmth and mischief. I grinned and nodded, shifting in my seat as I fiddled with the radio. A soft rock station crackled to life, the perfect soundtrack for our escapade under the stars. He pulled out of the driveway, and we melted into the quiet streets.

As we cruised through the city, laughter spilled from our mouths like sweet popcorn. Puffer had a way of making ordinary moments feel extraordinary, his infectious energy filling the car. I loved how he would point out the little things—a street lamp casting a golden glow, a couple laughing on a corner, or the way the moon hung low, as if it were a curious companion on our journey.

Before long, the aroma of street food wafted through the cracks of the window, pulling us in like moths to a flame. “Tacos at Luna’s?” Puffer suggested, his eyes twinkling with idea as he parked on the bustling street filled with food trucks. 

Luna's was a tiny truck illuminated by strings of lights, vibrant and welcoming like the laughter spilling from its open window. We jumped out, the asphalt cool against my feet, and I could barely contain my excitement. We stood in line, our shoulders brushing against each other, sharing ridiculously silly jokes that only we seemed to find funny. 

With our steaming tacos in hand, we stumbled back to the car, bursting into laughter as we tried to take monstrous bites without spilling guacamole down our shirts. I felt a rush of joy, a lightness that made me want to twirl under the moonlight, but instead, I leaned into Puffer, resting my head against his shoulder.

Back in the car, the world outside blurred into a kaleidoscope of lights as we drove aimlessly—pathways leading nowhere and everywhere. The radio played a soft ballad, and it felt like a gentle plea, almost daring us to lose ourselves in the moment. I turned to him, caught in the depth of his dark eyes, and the world around us melted away.

“Wanna dance?” I asked playfully, already knowing the answer. He laughed, the sound deep and rich, as he pulled into a quiet park. Switching off the engine, shadows danced around us, and in that moment, we didn’t need anything—or anyone—else.

With the music still flowing through the car, we leaned closer until the world outside faded completely. Puffer brushed his lips against mine, and it was like the first taste of warmth after a chilly day—a spark ignited. The kisses turned soft and sweet, punctuated by the distant rumble of a train passing by. 

Lost in our little universe, time didn’t matter; there was only Puffer, the car, and the music wrapping around us like a soft embrace. I could feel the rhythm of our hearts aligning with each note, our laughter mingling with the melodies that floated through the open window. 

After what felt like hours, we pulled away slightly, breathless and smiling, foreheads resting against each other. “Let’s never stop doing this,” I whispered, my heart racing with the thought of all the nights ahead.

“Never,” he affirmed, his fingers intertwined with mine, as if sealing a promise made under the starlit sky. With the radio still crooning in the background, we drove through the endless night, fueled by love, laughter, and the thrill of adventure

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.

Turn it off

Summary: Droid's phone keeps going off during your dinner date.

TW: Established relationship

Inspired by: Turn it Off by Why Don't We

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, you and your boyfriend Droid stepped into the lively little bistro tucked away on a cobblestone street. Despite the hum of chatter and clinking cutlery, your heart raced with excitement; tonight was your special night.

You settled into a cozy booth, illuminated by the gentle glow of a flickering candle. The aroma of fresh herbs and grilled meats wafted from the kitchen, setting the perfect atmosphere for an intimate evening. However, as soon as you began to peruse the menu, Droid's phone vibrated sharply on the table.

“Just ignore it!” you suggested playfully, trying to mask your disappointment. After all, Droid was a famous streamer on Twitch, garnering thousands of fans who practically lived in his DMs. But tonight, you wanted him all to yourself.

The vibration cut through your laughter like a sudden gust of wind. With a sigh, Droid sheepishly picked up his phone, glancing at the notifications with a familiar twinkle in his eye. “It’s just the chat buzzing,” he laughed. “I promise, I’ll turn it off!”

He switched his phone to silent mode and placed it face down, but just moments later, another barrage of notifications rang out from the depths of his pocket. The phone was still vibrating, a chorus of demands clamoring for his attention. 

You gave him an affectionate nudge, a playful smirk on your face. “Put them DMs going on vacation, 'Cause tonight, we goin' private and nobody else allowed. Turn it off, please.”

Droid chuckled, looking up at you with those endearing LED-lit eyes, his facial features morphing into a blend of mischief and affection. “You’re right,” he conceded, a hint of vulnerability shining through. He leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. “They can wait. You’re the only one I want to talk to right now.”

With that, he powered his phone down completely, slipping it into a pocket where it could no longer distract him. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of you ensconced in a flickering bubble of warmth and laughter.

Goddess In the Kitchen

Summary: The atmosphere in the small house was filled with the soft hum of Grizzy’s streaming setup. His focus was glued to the vibrant screen, a world of digital adventures unfolding around him. In a kitchen not far away, the tantalizing aromas of a homemade meal wafted through the air, You had been busy preparing a feast.

Tw: Established Relationship

With a gentle knock on the door to his streaming room, I called out, “Grizzy, can I come in?”

“Absolutely, come on in!” came his enthusiastic reply, tinged with excitement that already made me smile.

I pushed open the door, stepping into his world. He paused, his gaze shifting from the screen to me, his eyes lighting up like fireworks on a summer night. There I stood in his doorway to his office, holding the steaming plates, haloed by warmth and love. 

“Whoa,” he exclaimed, his jaw dropping in exaggerated disbelief. “What is this? Are you a wizard? A culinary goddess? Because I was just about to order DoorDash, but now… now I’m not sure why I even thought about it!”

I chuckled softly, pride swelling in my chest as I placed the dish on his desk beside his gaming setup. “Just a little something I whipped up. I know you haven't eaten yet.”

Grizzy leaned back in his chair, momentarily forgetting about this live stream and his discord call; immersing himself in the present. “You are THIS close to being the perfect partner,” he joked, holding up his fingers, barely an inch apart. “Do you know what this means? I’m in the presence of culinary royalty.”

His playful worship made my heart flutter. “Royalty needs to eat,” I teased back, staring at the plate of my delicious spread. “Besides, I wouldn’t let you starve while you’re busy working, now would I?”

“No, absolutely not!” he declared, reaching for the plate I offered him. Taking the first bite, his eyes widened in utter astonishment, and he erupted into praise. “Oh, my stars! This is AMAZING! How do you do it? Like, are you secretly a chef? Am I dating Gordon Ramsay?”

I laughed, enjoying his theatrics, but trying to focus on the moment. “No fancy chefs here, just a girl who loves her boyfriend and knows his favorite meals.”

“Lucky me!” Grizzy exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. As he devoured the meal, he continued to send good-natured, exaggerated praises my way, lifting my spirits and filling the room with laughter. “I can’t believe I’ve been debating on takeout. This is the wife material I never knew I needed! You’ve set the bar so high, I don’t think I can ever have takeout again!”

“You’re too much,” I said, playfully rolling my eyes, my heart swelling with affection. “Just wait until I experiment with baking. That’s when my true power will be revealed!”

“Bring it on!” he cheered, diving back into his meal with renewed vigor. “I’m ready for the ultimate dessert showdown!”

As I laughed and shared bites of food, the energy in the room shifted from the digital lights of gaming to the warm, comforting glow of companionship.

“Sorry guys, back to the game and sorry chat. She is just amazing, I SWEAR!” I heard him yell in enthusiasm, as I was walking back to the kitchen; to put up leftovers and do the dirty dishes.

A Tender Moment Filled with Love

Summary: On a dreary afternoon, when the world outside was wrapped in a silvery blanket of rain, the familiar and cozy living room became a sanctuary—a haven filled with warmth and affection. The soft patter of raindrops against the window created a gentle symphony, setting the perfect backdrop for a romance that felt like a scene ripped from a storybook.

TW: cuteness overload, soft love, established relationship

I didn't make this for a certain Clooless Member or anyone really, just wanted to try something different where you get to pick who it is! <3

In the middle of the living room, surrounded by scattered cushions and a fluffy throw blanket, our souls savored their playful intimacy. A soft song drifted through the air, and as if guided by an invisible force, we began to sway together, lost in a slow dance. It was a dance of love, spiraling softly, as if time had paused just for us.

Our foreheads touched gently, sharing soft kisses that melted into one another. Between bursts of laughter, tender whispers filled the space—a blend of sweet confessions and promises that felt as timeless as the falling rain. “You make the clouds go away,” I would say, pulling hime closer, our heartbeats syncing in perfect harmony.

The living room transformed into a world all its own, painted with joy and affection. With every kiss peppered across cheeks and noses, giggles erupted like bubbles in the sparkling air. Each kiss held a secret, a promise held tight between the two of us, affirming that we would always choose this moment—this happiness of being together.

Amidst the shared laughter, one squeezed the other’s hand, their eyes sparkling with mischief and love. With a note of sincerity beneath the playful banter, he leaned in and said, “Will you marry me, my pretty baby?” Histone was light, yet the weight of the words hung beautifully in the air.

“Oh? I’m your pretty baby now?” I asked with a shy smile, my cheeks tinged with rosy warmth. I couldn’t help but laugh, our giggles mingling with the sound of the rain, filling the air with delight.

“Yeah,” he replied, brushing a thumb across my soft cheek. “You’ve always been my pretty baby.”

With that, the laughter erupted again, soft and sweet, echoing against the walls of the small room. It was a melody of love and light-heartedness, binding them closer together. In that cozy cocoon, hearts were woven tightly as we embraced, snug against each other, captivated by the simplicity of shared dreams and blossoming love.

The rain continued to fall, but inside our little world, the storm felt far away. We held onto each other, cherishing the warmth of each other's love—a love that promised to grow, evolve, and weather any storm that life might bring. And as we clasped hands, drifting back into laughter and soft kisses, we knew we had found something inexorably special—a forever stitched together with the softest moments of now.

Sudden Embrace

Summary: ___ helped out Puffer while he was live streaming. She had noticed that he forgot to grab a wire to his setup, particularly a wire that would enhance his streaming quality. With a smile on her face, she grabbed the wire and headed toward Puffer’s streaming room.

TW: Kisses, soft romance, established relationship

As I walked into the room, the glow of his streaming setup bathed everything in a warm, soft light. Puffer was sitting in his gaming chair, fully immersed in his stream, but the moment I entered, I noticed his focus shift towards me. My heart fluttered at the sight of him, headphones snugly in place and a playful grin spreading across his face as he caught my eyes.

“Hey! Perfect timing!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with excitement. I held up the wire I had brought for him, a simple task that suddenly felt monumental at this moment.

As I approached, he suddenly pushed away from his desk, standing to greet me. The next thing I knew, he had enveloped me in a warm hug, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I could feel the familiar comfort of him, the scent of his cologne melting into mine. “You smell like me… oh god, it’s driving me crazy,” he mumbled into my hair, his voice low and playful, sending a rush of heat to my cheeks.

I couldn’t help but smile against his shoulder, my heart racing a thousand beats per minute. The way he pulled me closer felt as if he wanted the world to melt away, just the two of us in our own little bubble. With my heart fluttering, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I nuzzled into him, my own arms wrapping around his neck.

He leaned down then, his warm breath tickling my skin as he pressed a gentle forehead kiss against me—simple, yet electrifying. My cheeks were probably brighter than a cherry now, and I could feel the warmth seep into my very core. “You’re so cute when you blush like that,” he teased softly, pulling away just enough to look into my eyes.

I couldn’t help but laugh, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “And you’re impossible,” I replied, narrowing my eyes playfully. But deep down, I loved this side of him—the silly, flustered boy who could charm the world with just a smile.

He chuckled, his own cheeks tinged pink, and pulled me back into another hug. It felt like we had stepped away from the hectic world of streaming, surrounded by wires and screens, and were simply just Puffer and me—two souls intertwined in our own little sanctuary.

“Now, if you'll excuse me,” he said, slightly pulling back, “I have to entertain the masses, but I think I’ll be thinking about you the whole time.”

I watched as he settled back into his chair, the streamer persona taking over, but I could still see the spark of warmth in his eyes. And for a moment, amidst the glowing screens and endless chatter from his stream, I felt like the luckiest person in the world.

 Painted Nails

Summary: One sunny afternoon, as they sat together on the couch, bright lights from Pezzy’s studio illuminating the room, ___ plucked the courage to pitch a daring idea to Pezzy.

TW:

“What if you let me paint your nails black?” she proposed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Pezzy raised an eyebrow, his fingers instinctively flicking up to his perfectly fine nails.

“Black? Really?” he laughed.

___ grinned, unveiling the sleek bottle of ebony polish. “Think of the aesthetic! You’ll be a trendsetter! Plus, it matches your edgy gaming persona!”

Pezzy chuckled, captivated by her passion. “Alright, but only if my chat approves!” He swung his gaming chair around, casually inviting his eager community, who could hardly contain their excitement. The chat erupted into a whirlwind of emojis—flames, thumbs-ups, and an assortment of playful memes.

“Do it! Let the true Pezzy shine!” They cheered.

With an impish smile, Pezzy nodded in agreement, “Alright, let’s do this!” He extended his hand towards ___. As she began her artistic endeavor, the room was filled with laughter.

___ giggled as she balanced the small bottle of nail polish in one hand, the brush poised like a delicate wand ready to create magic. “Okay, prepare for a transformation!” she declared dramatically, as if she were a grand sorceress rather than a simple artist. 

With each stroke of the brush, Pezzy’s nails transformed from a plain, unassuming color into a sleek black that shimmered under the studio lights. “You’re going to be the coolest gamer on Twitch!” she teased, glancing at the chat that was buzzing with excitement.

“Pezzy, you’ve got this!” the viewers typed in unison, the chat becoming a cascade of encouragement. Some jokingly began calling him "Pez the Nail King."

“I can’t wait to see the comments after this!” Pezzy replied, winking at the camera. “Just wait until my fans see this epic new look!”

As ___ concentrated, she couldn’t help but sneak glances at Pezzy. There was something endearing about how open he was to new experiences. She could see his initial hesitation melt away, replaced by sheer enthusiasm. “You look like a rockstar!” she teased, layering on another coat for a more brilliant finish.

“I feel like one!” he laughed, pretending to strum an air guitar. The charm of the moment was palpable, and the laughter echoed through the room, colorful notes of joy dancing around them.

Vibe Haven

Summary: In the heart of the neon-lit city, there was a club named "Vibe Haven," a sanctuary known for its pulsating beats and electrifying atmosphere. On a balmy Friday night, four friends—Pezzy, Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy—stepped in through the iconic double doors, excitement coursing through their veins.

Tw: Club atmosphere, dancing, flirting, alcohol consumption, multi-pinning 

Inspired by: Move Ya Body by Nina Sky ft Jabba

Droid, with a flair for the dramatic, led the charge, flashing a playful grin. "Ladies and gentlemen, the night is young and so are we!" He dramatically threw his arm wide, beckoning his friends to enter the vibrant world of moving lights and rhythmic sounds. Pezzy, ever the artist, adjusted his oversized headphones and nodded to the beat, Grizzy energetically bounced to the music, and Puffer scanned the room with a mischievous grin, spotting countless possibilities for adventure.

As they settled into the ambiance, drinks in hand, the familiar beats of "Move Ya Body" by Nina Sky sank into the air, swirling around them like a magic spell cast over the crowd. But it was one dancer who entranced them all—___. She was a whirlwind of energy, her movements fluid and captivating, weaving through the crowd as if she were the rhythm of the song itself. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, igniting a playful fire that warmed the hearts of onlookers.

The club pulsed with life, a dazzling universe where beats dictated the rhythm of hearts and every mouthful of laughter mingled with the air. Pezzy, Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy found their groove in this electric atmosphere, the music enveloping them as they sipped the vibrant concoctions of their drinks—bright reds, greens, and blues, each reflecting the kaleidoscope of lights around them.

But amid the shimmering lights and contagious energy, it was ___ who rapturously swept onto the dance floor, transcending the ordinary and inviting everyone to follow her lead. With her cascading curls bouncing like fireworks around her, she moved as if the universe itself had designated her the dance floor's queen. Each sway of her hips, each spin of her body seemed effortless yet charged with a fierce joy—an expression of the unfiltered thrill that dance ignites in the soul.

As her movements painted an enchanting picture against the backdrop of colorful lights, Pezzy turned to his friends, eyes wide with admiration. “Who is she?” he whispered reverently, all four of them momentarily entranced. “I can’t take my eyes off her!”

Droid, ever the observant one, leaned in closer, trying to figure out what made her movements so captivating. "It’s like she’s dancing with the music itself, not just to it," he mused, pulling his camera from his pocket to capture the magic. “I need to remember this moment!”

Puffer, always the daring one, chugged back the last of his drink and shouted, “Let’s hit the floor! We can't just stand here watching!”

They joined her on the dance floor, each taking turns to share their unique style, their combined poetry of movement sparking a playful exchange. ___ welcomed them into her rhythm, her laughter mingling beautifully with the beats as she twirled alongside them. Her mischievous eyes flickered like stars, implying an inside joke only she knew, as if this moment swept them all into a whimsical story of pure joy.

Around them, the crowd danced too, but the energy drew tighter around the four friends and ___, creating their own small universe. Every move she made seemed to weave a narrative, and for Pezzy, the dance floor was now a stage where magic unfolded with every step.

Her twirling skirts swirled like the very essence of freedom itself, and in that moment, amidst laughter and vibrant music, the possibilities felt endless. Pezzy spun to the rhythm, Droid captured the scene through his lens, Puffer cheered from the sidelines, and Grizzy, with a feigned seriousness, attempted an exaggerated dance move that sent everyone bursting into laughter.

As "Move Ya Body" surged into its chorus, the four of them fell into an easy sync with her. Borrowing a bit of ___'s spark, each sought to match her grace, yet it was her natural exuberance that maintained the spotlight. They moved in a circle, a blend of personalities crafting a unique dance that overflowed with camaraderie and shared laughter.

But soon, the rhythm began to shift. The song neared its crescendo, and Pezzy sensed this was their moment to create a collective memory that would echo long after the night faded into the early hours. With a ripple of encouragement, he gathered the other three. “Let’s create a circle around her! Just for a moment, let's keep the magic to ourselves,” he proposed, sparks of excitement flaring in their eyes.

As they formed the circle, ___ took center stage, an aura of confidence surrounding her. The crowd, intrigued by the formation, parted slightly, creating space for them. In a beautiful mixture of friendship and admiration, Pezzy, Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy cheered her on, lost in the joy of truly living in the moment.

___ grinned, spinning with renewed vigor, her movements embodying the essence of the song. The energy surged back and forth between them—a shared pulse of existence, laughter, and connection.

Time seemed to stand still as they created their own private performance, one that spoke not just in words but in movement and collective energy. And as the song reached its climax, they all let go of any last inhibitions, smiling widely as they danced together.

Midnight Lament

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

Tw: Angst, breakup

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Heavy Burden

Summary: ___ came from a lineage plagued by a haunting secret. Generations before her had battled the formidable beast known as cancer, a specter that had stolen loved ones and cast a gloom over family gatherings. After years of evading the truth, ___ decided it was time to speak to Puffer about the reality that weighed heavily on her heart.

TW: Established relationship, cancer, angst

One drizzly evening, as the raindrops danced against the window panes, she found Puffer curled up on the couch, engrossed in his favorite book. The flickering candlelight illuminated his features, casting a warm glow around him, but ___'s heart felt cold and heavy. She approached, her mind racing and heart pounding like a drum.

“Puffer,” she began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. He looked up, sensing the seriousness in her tone. “I need to talk to you about something important. Something about my family.”

“Is everything okay?” he asked, setting the book aside, his brow furrowing with concern.

___ took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. “It’s about a curse that has been passed down through generations in my family. It’s… it’s the cancer gene. I recently found out that I carry it.”

A dreadful silence fell between them, punctuated only by the rain's relentless patter against the roof. Puffer’s warm gaze faltered as the weight of her words sunk in. “Are you serious?” he finally asked, his voice thick with disbelief.

“I am,” she replied, tears brimming in her eyes. “I know this changes everything. If you want to walk away, I understand. We can do it quickly and kindly… but please know I love you.”

“No,” Puffer said, rising from the sofa, taking her hands into his. “What kind of life would that be? We’ve faced challenges before, and I believe we can face this together, too.”

___ shook her head, her heart aching at the thought. “But what if…” she hesitated, the fear clawing at her. “What if it’s too much? What if I become a burden?”

“That’s not how love works, ___,” Puffer interjected gently. “We support each other in the dark times just as much as in the light. I’m not afraid of the storm; I’m just afraid of losing you. Let’s face this together.”

___ felt a wave of relief wash over her, mixed with tremors of sadness. “Promise me,” she choked out, “that if things become unbearably heavy, we will talk about it openly.”

“I promise,” Puffer vowed, his grip on her hands tightening. “Together, we will seek knowledge and choices. We’ll gather our strength just like we always have.”

With those words, the storm outside seemed to soften, the rain’s intensity waning, as if the universe itself echoed their resolve. 

As days turned to weeks, ___ and Puffer spent hours researching, consulting doctors, and uncovering paths that might lead to a better future. Together, they discovered that knowledge was a powerful ally. They learned about preventive measures, lifestyle changes, and the strength of community support.

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.

Date Night with Droid

Summary: A starry evening in a charming little town, a couple set out for a delightful date night. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a canvas of twinkling stars and a moon that looked like a polished pearl.

TW: Established relationship, kisses, one of the first dates

As they stepped out of ___'s cozy apartment, Droid took a moment to ensure her heels were fastened just right. “Can’t have you tripping over these beautiful shoes,” he smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection. ___ giggled, her heart fluttering at his thoughtfulness. “You’re such a gentleman, Droid,” she said, playfully nudging him with her shoulder.

Their first stop was a quaint little restaurant nestled between two towering oak trees. As they approached the entrance, Droid gently pushed the door open with a flourish, bowing slightly as ___ walked in. “After you, my lady,” he said with a grin, and ___ couldn't help but feel like royalty in his presence. 

Inside, a charming table awaited them, with soft candlelight casting a golden glow. Droid pulled out the chair for her, helping her sit comfortably before sliding it back in with a flourish. “And how could I forget?” he said, producing a small bouquet of her favorite flowers, lavender and roses, from behind his back. They were already beautifully arranged in a simple vase. “For you,” he said, his voice soft and sincere.

___’s heart swelled as she accepted the bouquet, taking a moment to breathe in the familiar scent that reminded her of endless summer days. “You really know how to make me feel special,” she said, her eyes shimmering with gratitude.

As the evening continued, Droid’s subtle gestures never ceased. He would lean in to suggest the best dishes on the menu, his hand gently resting on her lower back whenever they moved or needed to turn. Each gesture, small yet thoughtful, wrapped ___ in a cozy feeling of warmth and care.

Their conversations flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared dreams. They talked about places they wanted to visit, adventures they longed to embark on, and the dreams they hoped to chase. All the while, Droid remained steadfast in his gentle manliness, making sure that ___ felt treasured and adored.

After finishing a delectable dessert, Droid suggested a moonlight stroll along the nearby lake. Hand in hand, they walked under the canopy of shimmering stars. The night was adorned with the soft sounds of nature — the gentle rustle of leaves, the melodious chirping of crickets, and the distant sound of lapping water.

“Do you think time stands still on nights like this?” ___ pondered aloud, standing still to gaze at the reflection of the moon in the water.

Droid turned to her, his gaze earnest. “Maybe it does, just for us,” he replied. “Because moments like these are too precious to let slip away so quickly.”

As the night came to a close, Droid returned ___ to her doorstep, still holding her hand, reluctant to let go. He looked into her eyes, knowing that this date night was special — not only for the gentlemanly gestures but for the connection they shared.

“Thank you for tonight. I had a wonderful time,” ___ said softly.

“Thank you for being you,” Droid replied. He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, an endearing gesture that sealed the night with warmth and magic.

Heeey, so the other day I saw an edit of droid and pezzy on TikTok, it was just them in the clooless couch and it inspired an idea. Imagine a clooless podcast episode where reader is the invited guest and because it's her birthday they're drinking and playing the typical drinking games and as they get drunker throughout the entire episode droid and pezzy are BOTH flirting with her shamelessly, the more drunk the bolder they get, and reader is all shy about it at first but then as the alcohol kicks in she starts to flirt too and idk how to end it tho, maybe puffer and grizzy look at each other, laugh and just end it, idk, but yeah :), I can send you the link to the edit if you want btw

Birthday Podcast

Summary: The "Clooless Podcast" hosts, Droid and Pezzy, introduce the podcast with excitement. They introduce a special guest celebrating her birthday, the fabulous ___. They kick off the episode with a toast, and they raise their glasses filled with colorful cocktails. As the episode progresses, laughter fills the room, so does some flirting.

TW: Alcohol consumption, flirting

Intro music fades in, a light-hearted, upbeat melody fills the air. The voices of Droid and Pezzy, two out of the four charismatic hosts, introduce the podcast with excitement.

“Welcome back, everyone, to another episode of the “Clooless Podcast!" Today, we have a very special guest celebrating her birthday – the fabulous ___!” Droid exclaims, waving his hands around me in a dramatic way.

“That’s right! Happy birthday, ___! We’re so excited to have you here. What do you say we kick this thing off with a toast?” Puffer pops in and pops my alcohol bottle open. 

We raise their glasses, filled with colorful cocktails, and clink them together.

“Cheers, guys! Thanks for having me!” I took a shot of tequila chasing it down with some pineapple juice. 

As the episode progresses, laughter fills the room, and the podcast launches into the first drinking game: "Never Have I Ever."

“Alright, I’ll start! Never have I ever... kissed someone on a first date!” Grizzy thought hard to ask that question

Both Pezzy and I take a sip, while Droid smirks.

“Oh really, ___? You’ve been on some adventurous first dates, haven’t you?” Pezzy teased with a smirk and his eyebrow raised. 

“Um, maybe? I guess I like to live a little dangerously!” I giggled and started blushing like a teenager with a major crush, due to the alcohol.

As the drinks keep flowing, the atmosphere grows more relaxed. Droid and Pezzy start playfully flirting.

“You know, ___, with all that daring behavior, I bet you’re the kind of girl who drives boys crazy!” Droid whispered, but not really, into my ear as he wrapped his arm around me, to pull me closer.

“Or maybe just the two guys sitting right here!” Pezzy blurted out with confidence of someone who has no consequences. 

I am initially shy away, to take a sip and feel the warmth of the alcohol emboldening my body. I glanced over at Pezzy with a teasing smile.

“Well, maybe you two are just too easy to flirt with!” I dished right back at him with a wink.

The guys chuckle, leaning closer, enjoying the game and the flirtation.

“Oh, we can step it up! How about we play another round? Let’s call it "Two Truths and a Lie." I bet ___ can stump us!” Droid proclaims as he readjust his jeans and belt. 

More drinks are poured, and the game continues. The room fills with stories and laughter as the lines blur between banter and genuine interest.

“So, ___, what’s your biggest turn-on? I need to know how to win that birthday favor!” Pezzy ask non-suspiciously while holding eye contact with me. 

I leaned in, a spark of confidence igniting within me as I answered.

“Well, I must say a good sense of humor is definitely at the top of my list… and a bit of charm doesn’t hurt either. Oh, and a bike.” I shrugged, throwing them both slightly under the bus in front of the camera.

Droid raises an eyebrow, moving into the playful challenge. “Oh, charm? Is that what you think you’re seeing right now?”

They all burst into laughter, the alcohol adding to the spirited energy in the air. The episode continues with light-hearted banter and flirtation, the playful tension growing.

As the clock ticks on, the humor and drinks escalate, but so does the camaraderie and connection between everyone. Droid and Pezzy are unabashedly complimenting ___, their teasing growing bolder.

“Honestly, ___, I think we should make this a regular thing! Just the three of us.” Pezzy said forgetting about Puffer and Grizzy.

“ Nah, their reactions make it the best thing,” Droid said motion between Puffer and Grizzy,  “And maybe next time, we should add in some karaoke. I hear alcohol makes even the worst singers sound good!”

As they exchange drunken anecdotes and connect over common interests, glances exchanged between Droid and Pezzy signify a growing bond of friendship paired with cheeky rivalry. 

Just then, Puffer and Grizzy, the other podcast hosts, get out of their chairs as the atmosphere of fun and flirty tension peaks.

Puffer looks at Grizzy, sharing an amused glance.

“Wow, it appears we’ve walked into a love fest! “ Puffer teased as he walked over to the laptop getup on a desk behind the camera. 

“Should we kick 'em out, or just let the magic happen?” Grizzy laughed along with Puffer.

The two laugh, and the room fills with warmth as the camaraderie of friendship solidifies in a blend of shyness, charm, and drunken confessions. Droid and Pezzy can’t help but angle closer to ___, who now joins in the playful banter, her confidence soaring.

With a wink and laughter, Puffer raises his glass again. “To good friends and great memories! Let’s wrap this birthday episode up, folks!”

Grizzy nods and wraps it up cheerfully as they all clink glasses one last time, a signal of continued fun to come in another episode.

Outro music plays as the laughter fades, leaving behind the echoes of a night well spent and the promise of future adventures and even bolder exploits.

The screen fades to black, ending the "Birthday Shenanigans" episode on a high note.

Clooless Comfort

Summary: There lived a group of friends who shared not just a space but their lives, hopes, and dreams. Among them was you—someone who was once vibrant and full of laughter but had slowly retreated into the shadows of your own mind. Invisible barriers had formed around your heart, a self-made fortress cloaked in silence. (Trying something new)

TW: Cancer mentioned (not you), platonic relationships, angst, depression, comfort, stress.

For months, I had felt the weight of the world pressing down on my body. Each day became a monotonous blur of work and solitude. Friends become mere echoes in the background as I drift deeper into my room, isolating myself from their concern and companionship. I had perfected the art of smiling on the outside while wilting on the inside.

One dreary evening, as rain drummed steadily against the windows, my friends gathered in the living room—a bright corner of the house that seemed miles away from where you hid. They laughed, shared stories, and poured themselves into supportive banter, but in a moment of vulnerability, Puffer’s voice cut through the laughter. 

"She's cracking. She hides it well, but she's one bad day away from a full breakdown," he said, concern etched in his tone.

A chill ran through my spine, a mixture of guilt and fear. I wasn't trying to crack up; I just wanted to figure things out. But the way he articulated my struggle felt like a spotlight, and the shadows of the stairwell felt suffocating. 

"Goddammit. None of us can afford that right now," ElasticDroid chimed in. His deep, rumbling voice carried weight, and my heart sank as Pezzy and Grizzy nodded in agreement. The anxiety in their voices was palpable.

Hearing their unease, I instinctively reacted—not by reaching out, but by retreating into my sanctuary. I calmly walked to your room, but as my door clicked shut behind me, I could hear Pezzy's footsteps growing louder, determined to bridge the distance you had erected.

“No, no, no,” I whispered to yourself, panic creeping in as I dashed for my bed, hoping to disappear under its heavy blankets. I buried myself in the covers, my heart pounding. I Didn't want them to see me like this; I really didn’t want to become a burden.

But there’s an old saying momma used to say: "You can’t fight the storm, but you can learn how to dance in the rain." As I lay there, an unexpected thought crossed your mind. What if I didn’t have to fight alone? What if I let them in, just a little bit? What if I just listen to momma once last time? The fleeting warmth of possibility flutters in your chest.

Meanwhile, Pezzy, full of determination, knocked softly on your door. "Hey… are you okay in there?" His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to my inner turmoil. It was an invitation—one that could either lead to more walls being built or a shared burden becoming lighter.

At that moment, I had a choice but chose it quickly. I could open the door and let them in... or remain bound to the silence. Taking a shaky breath, I emerged from your cocoon of comfort, feeling the cool air brush against my skin.

I Stood by the door for a moment, then turned the knob, swinging it open slowly. Pezzy’s eyes widened, concern lingering, but there was warmth to—a promise that no journey was meant to be taken alone.

“Hey,” you said softly, vulnerability spilling into the space between you. “Can we talk?”

One by one, my friends came closer, filling my room with their presence. No longer just shadows on the wall, they were bright lights guiding me back home.

Pezzy, his brow furrowed with compassion, stepped forward first. “Of course we can talk. That’s what we’re here for.” He leaned against the doorframe, a comforting pillar of support, his smile warm and encouraging. 

Grizzy shuffled in behind him, a little uncertain but eager to help. “We’ve all been worried, you know? We miss you. It’s not the same when you’re not around.” His voice was gentle, but the sincerity in his eyes cut through the tension that had settled in your space.

Puffer glanced at the remnants of your cluttered room—discarded clothes, unmade bed, and scattered notebooks—before turning to you with a reassuring nod. “No judgment here. We all have our things. We’re just glad you’re ready to talk.”

Droid, usually the jokester, stood back, hands shoved in his pockets. His expressive eyes conveyed a seriousness that made the air almost tangible. “We’re a team, right? You don’t have to carry anything alone. Just let us in.”

I took a deep breath, the atmosphere buzzing with unspoken support. “I didn’t want to burden you. I thought I could handle it,” I finally admitted, my voice wavering. “But it’s been hard… really hard.”

“Life gets heavy sometimes. We’re here for the good and the bad,” Pezzy replied softly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

I felt the tears prick my eyes as the weight of their understanding washed over me. It was strange to feel so fragile yet so supported at the same time. “I just… I don’t know how to start.”

“Start anywhere,” ElasticDroid encouraged, gesturing exaggeratedly as if inviting you to choose your own adventure. “Share a thought, a feeling, or even just what kind of snacks you want. Just let it out.”

“Momma is back in the hospital, her cancer got worse, her medical bills are piling up, I just don't know how to handle this anymore.” I broke down in tears, sobbing my heart out. The words spilled out like a river, each one heavy with the weight of your unspoken anguish. You felt the dam break, emotions rushing forth in a torrent that had been carefully bottled up for too long. The room around you seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with compassion as your friends leaned closer, their eyes wide with concern and empathy.

Pezzy was the first to act, jumping off the bed and enveloping you in a comforting embrace. “Oh no… I’m so sorry,” he murmured into your hair, his voice soft like the gentle rustle of leaves. His warmth seeped into you, a lifeline in your despair.

Grizzy was soon by your side, placing a hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles as you let your sobs echo in the room. “You don’t have to carry this alone,” he said, his voice steady and kind.

“Yeah, we’re here for you. We’ll figure it out together,” ElasticDroid chimed in, his eyes a mix of concern and determination. “What can we do to help?”

As the tears fell, I felt the storm of emotions begin to settle, grounding me in their combined support. “I just feel so lost,” I choked between sobs, catching fragments of breath. “Momma is my rock, and now… I can't even be there for her like I want. I’m terrified.”

Droid, had shifted from levity to sincerity. “It’s okay to feel scared. You’re facing something unimaginable. But remember, you don’t have to tackle it all at once. Take it one step at a time. We can help you figure out what you need to do.”

With each shared sentiment, I felt the isolation that had enveloped my heart beginning to thaw. It was as if they were casting aside the fog, allowing in the light of support and understanding. I took a moment to breathe, trying to collect my scattered thoughts, knowing that there was strength in vulnerability.

“What if we work together to help with the bills? We could organize a fundraiser or pitch in ourselves,” Grizzy suggested, his brown eyes earnest and hopeful. “We all stream, we could have a game night fundraiser—anything to raise some money.”

“I can help with the online part,” ElasticDroid added eagerly, already brainstorming how to leverage social media to support you. “We can get the word out about your mom, her story… people can be surprisingly generous.”

“You’re not alone in this, okay?” Pezzy reiterated, his thumb gently wiping away the tears from my cheek. “You have a whole team behind you. We’ll figure out the logistics together.”

As I listened to their ideas, a sliver of hope began to pierce through the heaviness in my heart. I realized how fortunate I was to have friends who genuinely cared, who wanted to fight alongside me instead of watching you struggle alone. In that moment, I learned that it wasn’t just about your mom’s illness or the mounting bills; it was about allowing others to show up for you.

“I… I don’t know what I would do without you guys. Thank you for stepping up,” I managed to say, gratitude swelling in your chest. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” ElasticDroid said firmly, shaking his head. “We want to help. Your family, and nobody turns their back on family. That’s not how this works.”

As you took a deep breath, the full reality of your situation began to shift. Yes, the road ahead would be difficult, and the challenges were daunting—but you no longer felt like you were walking it alone. You had your friends, and they had your back.

Stormy Conversation

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

TW: Slight angst, established relationship, healthy communication

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Clooless Surpirse Attack

Summary: Enjoying your day off by yourself, that funny

TW: Platonic relationships

The sun lounged high in the sky, casting a golden hue over our backyard, I laid all sprawled out comfortably on my sun chair, a blanket of warmth coaxing my thoughts into a trance. My playlist hummed softly, a gentle soundtrack for a perfect, lazy day. But unbeknownst to you, your friends—Droid, Puffer, Grizzy, and Pezzy—were not so peacefully enjoying their morning.

In the shadows of the kitchen/dining room, a conspiratorial meeting was underway. Puffer, with his knack for technology, had hacked into the water gun app and was ready to unleash a sophisticated ambush. Grizzy, with his endless energy, was bouncing with excitement, practicing his sneaky stealth moves. Pezzy, the strategist of the group, had drawn a battle plan on the back of a pizza box, while Droid, the prankster, creatively envisioned how they could turn this simple idea into a video, or a topic on their podcast.

In front of them, remnants of last night’s pizza served as both their sustenance and battlefield strategy. The atmosphere was electric with youthful mischief, and the air buzzed with the promise of an impending adventure.

Puffer, eyes glinting with the excitement of his recent technological exploits, leaned closer, showcasing his phone. “I’ve hacked into the water gun app to modify our settings! We can control the range, the spray patterns, and even sync it to the beat of music we choose.”

“Epic! That means we can launch surprise water blasts and leave them confused with our synchronized strikes,” Grizzy chimed in, bouncing in place. He couldn’t contain his enthusiasm. The mere thought of their impending ambush had him practically vibrating with anticipation.

Meanwhile, Pezzy meticulously traced lines on the pizza box, layering it with doodles, diagrams, and battle plans. “Here’s the plan: we’ll start at this corner of the yard for a surprise attack, then we circle around to launch water balloons from behind the garden shed. Droid, you take the front line and distract them while we flank from the sides!”

Droid, the resident prankster and content creator, nodded enthusiastically. His creative mind ran wild with the possibilities. “And I can film everything! Just think about the footage we could get—the slow-mo, the dramatic splashes! We can turn this into the most legendary episode for our podcast. ‘The Great Water War of Summer 2023!’ It’ll get tons of views!”

With their plan solidified, each member took on a role that best suited their talents. Puffer gathered the modified water guns, fitting them with accessories for optimal function, while Grizzy practiced his low-to-the-ground sneaking technique, perfecting his silent approach. Pezzy checked their ammunition, arranging water balloons with military precision, while Droid set up the camera on a nearby tripod, ready to capture the moment.

As the appointed hour approached, the group exchanged glances filled with mischief and camaraderie. The target of their surprise was you—an unsuspecting sunbather, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing just beyond the kitchen door. A sense of solid camaraderie filled their hearts, igniting their excitement further.

“Alright, team! On my signal!” Pezzy whispered, holding up his finger and counting down. The energy in the room was palpable as they huddled closely. “Three… Two… One!”

With a sudden burst, they flooded into the yard like a playful tide. Grizzy, leading the charge, aimed his water gun with laser focus. Puffer and Pezzy flanked, expertly maneuvering through the yard to their designated spots. Droid, even the showman, activated the camera to capture the magic of their friendship.

The silence was electric. You shifted, sensing something was amiss, but before you could react, they launched into action! Water flew in every direction, bright laughter echoing against the walls of the house as you were caught completely off-guard.

“Surprise!” they shouted in unison as you stood up, wide-eyed and drenched. The sunlit joyous chaos unfolded before you, with slow-motion shots of water splashes, squeals of laughter, and the delightful cacophony of summer fun.

As the playful ambush transformed into an all-out water battle, Droid made sure every moment was captured—slow-motion sprays and gleeful escapes turned into a vivid tapestry of memories that would make for great content. You, initially shocked, broke into laughter, joining in the fray as you quickly grabbed a nearby water balloon to unleash your own revenge.

With laughter erupting from every corner of the backyard, the initial shock of the ambush melted away, leaving nothing but the exhilaration of a water-soaked skirmish. You quickly scanned your surroundings and spotted it—a brightly colored water balloon, just within reach. With newfound determination, you lunged for it, your heart racing with the thrill of battle.

“Time for some payback!” I shouted, my voice ringing with joy filled the air with laughter. In an instant, I was charging forward, aiming my balloon with all the precision of a seasoned water warrior. Grizzy, still caught up in his raucous laughter, turned just as I hurled the balloon toward him.

SPLAT!

The balloon burst spectacularly against Grizzy's chest, showering him with a cascade of water, causing him to stumble backward in surprise. The sight sent me into fits of laughter, which ignited the competitive spirit in the guys even more. Droid, camera in hand, caught it all—the moment of impact, Grizzy’s wide-eyed expression followed by his uproarious laugh, poised proudly for victory.

As I zigzagged around the yard, bursting balloons with the precision of a sharpshooter, Pezzy laughed heartily while dodging the water flurry, all the while yelling, “All’s fair in love and war—I just need to get a few more shots for the ‘great ambush reveal’ ceremony!”

Puffer, never one to back down, charged towards me with his water gun in full blast, expertly spraying me from head to toe. I barely had time to react as you raised your balloon defensively, half-soaked but still laughing.

“Get ready, Puffer!” I yelled, quickly retaliating with a water balloon that grazed his shoulder, sending him laughing into a spin.

The intensity of the battle crescendoed, filled with gleeful shouts and comedic antics—a game where everyone was an unwitting hero in their own epic saga. Droid remained in the thick of it, capturing frame after frame of the chaos unfolding, delighting in the beauty of friendship turned into playful warfare.

As the sun began to slip lower in the sky, painting it with hues of orange and pink, your group was laughing so hard they could barely keep track of water balloons anymore. Instead, it became a free-for-all, with whoever got soaked next was just part of the fun.

Oso Attack!

Summary: Your relaxation was disturbed by your boyfriend and your dog.

TW: Falling, established relationship

On a sunny afternoon in a quaint little backyard tucked away in a bustling neighborhood, there was a delightful scene unfolding. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm golden hue upon everything it touched. I found the perfect relaxation spot, gently swaying in my hammock, a world of adventure tucked between the pages of my book, and the gentle warmth of the sun kissing my skin.

 As I immersed myself in my story, I heard the familiar sound of the creaking back door. From inside the house emerged Droid, my ever-enthusiastic boyfriend, recording the moment, probably envisioning a light-hearted addition to his social media stash for his fans. Right behind him, trotting with a mix of excitement and obliviousness, was Oso, our lovable dog, a large bundle of fur and uncontained energy.

"Oso! Look! It's a beautiful day!" he called out with that unmistakable cheer. The moment was ripe for laughter, and he captured it all on camera—a perfect blend of sun, relaxation, and love.

But Oso, in his exuberance, had plans of his own. With his tail wagging like a flag in the summer breeze, he spotted me lounging like a queen in my lofty hammock. In a sudden burst of joy, he bounded towards me, excited to join the fun day.

As Oso leapt closer, he miscalculated his jump, and, with a delightful thud, collided with the hammock. I felt the world turn upside down as I was tipped over, the gentle sway transformed into a chaotic tumble. My book went flying, the sun's warm kiss turning into a surprising rush of grass as I landed softly, thanks to the bed of green beneath me.

Droid, still recording, cracked up with laughter, capturing the hilarity of the moment—your stunned expression, Oso's confusing alarm bark, and the sudden realization of what had just occurred.

“Oh my god babe, are you okay?” Droid asked while still laughing at Oso tipping me over. 

As you stared up at the sky, the fluffy clouds now scattered like cotton candy, you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit yourself, despite the surprise of your sudden descent. "Yeah, I think I’m fine! Just getting an unexpected wake-up call from the universe—and Oso!" You laughed, glancing at the dog, who was now prancing around as if he had just achieved a great feat.

Droid kneeled beside you, his laughter still bubbling over. "You just went full acrobat! I’ve got to admit, I didn’t see that coming. You should do that on purpose next time!” The way his eyes gleamed with joy made it impossible to feel anything but grateful for this moment.

Oso, sensing the playful mood, bounded back to you, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, tail wagging vigorously. He plopped down beside you, offering an apology in the form of slobbery kisses that certainly made it hard to stay mad at him. "Oh, come here, you goof!" You scooped him into your arms, showering him with affection, while Droid continued to capture this chaotic moment on video. 

“I think this should be the end of my hammock era,” you chuckled, trying to wipe the doggie drool from your face. “Maybe I should just stick to the ground.” 

“We could build you a sturdier one?” Droid suggested, flipping the camera to capture his own amused expression. “Or how about a giant bean bag chair? That way Oso can jump all over you without sending you flying.” 

The two of you continued to brainstorm outlandish ideas while Oso lay content, snuggling against you. His warm fur felt comforting against your skin, almost as if he were saying, "We're in this together!"

A Cozy Evening

Summary: You have a night off and smoke something to relax, but Pezzy and his viewers want you around.

TW: Established relationship, marijuana usage

The serene atmosphere wrapped around you like a cozy blanket, soothing and inviting in equal measure. Each note from the speakers seemed to guide my thoughts into a gentle rhythm, carrying me far from the worries of the world outside your front door. I found solace in this familiar routine, the ritual of unwinding at the end of the day becoming a cherished moment I always looked forward to.

Sly shifted slightly, nuzzling closer to my side, her purring deepening like a steady metronome in the background. It was as if she sensed the need for this peaceful interlude, one that provided companionship not just in the presence of her warm body, but in the way she instinctively lifted my spirits. You glanced at her, brush strokes of contentment painting my heart, and the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little more with every lazy stroke of my hand through her soft fur.

The melody from Spotify waxed and waned, occasionally punctuated by bursts of Pezzy's laughter echoing down the hallway. His voice was the thread weaving through my tranquil tapestry, the absence of visible interaction giving it a playful, intangible quality. I could hear the excitement in his tone, a spark of creativity lighting up the dim corners of the house. He was like a distant star, his energy bathing the room in a soft glow, and I couldn’t help but feel my curiosity pique with every engaging tale he shared with his audience.

“Why is it so hard to get MYTHIC CUBES?!” he shouted at the screen, clearly trying to maneuver his character around the nightmarish toy factory. You chuckled softly, imagining him in his gaming chair, intently focused yet utterly exasperated.

“What music is playing in the background? I'm not playing any music at the moment….”As Pezzy read the question, a mischievous smile spread across his face, and his eyes sparkled with delight. “Oh _ is unwinding from her day, if you catch my drift chat,” he exclaimed, his voice filled with playful intrigue. The chat exploded with emojis and responses, each one trying to decipher the underlying mystery, buzzing with curiosity as they imagined what could be happening in your cozy little corner of the world.

I chuckled softly to myself, recalling how often Pezzy turned seemingly mundane moments into delightful spectacles. His ability to spin a narrative out of everyday life was his true gift, a magical skill that always drew his viewers deeper into the unfolding story. I remained blissfully comfortable, knowing that the answer to his playful riddle was transporting me into the spotlight—even if just for a moment.

“Come on, chat! What do you think she’s doing? She’s kicking back and enjoying a little quality time with Sly?” Pezzy leaned into the camera, his expression exaggeratedly quizzical as he feigned deep thought.

The chat was buzzing with a flurry of wild guesses. Messages flew past: “She’s definitely a sorceress!” “No, wait, she’s working on a secret formula for her desserts!” “I bet she’s mingling with the spirits of the music in the air!” The wild imaginations were entertaining, and Pezzy, ever the performer, played into each notation with gusto.

“Maybe she’s savoring the secret blend of herbal magic!” he teased, laughing in that distinct way that always made me smile. He instinctively knew how much I loved when he crafted playful narratives around the simplest truths.

“I can see if she’s at a point to come say something to y'all or to see if she wants to join us until the guys are ready to play the game.” Pezzy offered to chat, waiting to see their response. “Okay, okay I'll go see if she's down to join us.” Pezzy gets up out of his chair while taking his headphones off and fixing his hair. He walks out of the room and down the hall right where I was situated in the living room.

With a soft sigh and a gentle stroke to Sly's furry head, I rose from my snug fortress of cushions. The sweet chaos of the living room welcomed me with its familiar embrace—twinkling fairy lights casting warm glows amid scattered game controls and forgotten snacks. Curious, I made my way toward Pezzy's office, curious as to what had sparked this urgent call.

“Yes, my lover?” I spoke softly, taking small steps into his office. Looking at his monitors trying to understand what was the problem. He waved me over to his left side and smiled up at me.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he whispered, his voice tinged with a playful excitement. “Chat is wanting to talk to you or mostly wanting you to take over the stream as always. Especially when I am speed running.”

I could see the flickering lights from the screens illuminating his face, highlighting the spark in his eyes, and it made my heart flutter a little. I was always drawn to that childlike joy in him, especially when surrounded by the laughter and camaraderie of friends. But tonight felt different, as if the energy in the room crackled with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, the kind of joy that was infectious and inviting. “Oh, am I just the secret weapon for your streams now?” I teased playfully, leaning closer to him as I pretended to consider the idea. “What would they do without me, I wonder?”

Taking the moment seriously, Pezzy flashed an exaggerated frown and replied, “I’d probably just be a lonely speed-runner talking to myself. You know how they love your energy!”

“I mean I am pretty great, like c'mon I’m mama mod.” I said slightly slurring my words as I stumbled trying to climb into his lap. I get settled into his lap, as my legs are straddling him, my knees are hitting the back of his chair and my head is laying on his shoulder.

The late evening glow streamed through the large window, casting warm shadows across the cluttered room filled with gaming gear and colorful posters. The soft hum of the computer mixed with the faint electronic sounds from his streaming setup, creating a cozy ambiance that felt like home. Pezzy, immersed in his game, was the picture of concentration, yet his laughter rang out like a bell every time I made a playful jab.

With a dramatic sigh, I lay my head against his shoulder, letting my thoughts drift. “Okay, but seriously, without me, who would keep your chat entertained? I mean, look at all these folks tuning in for ‘Pezzy and the Voice of Chaos’—that’s my new title.” I grinned, causing him to chuckle again, the sound reverberating through the air.

Stream Moments - Droid Version

Summary: Clips from stream/YouTube videos

TW: Established relationship, kissing, cursing,

“Watch from- the minion franchise is the first one, and that's it.” As Droid is talking to chat all dressed up in his suit, I walked in and stood behind him on his right side. I was dressed up in my suit that has irregular large sleeves and a bell bottom pantsuit. 

“Woow, shit look at you bay-babyyy.” Droid looked taken back, as he bit his lip, his eyes devouring me. “Hold on Chat.” He reached for his phone and brought it up in front of his face to take a picture of them drooling over me.  

“Okay, okay, okay yes this is my girlfriend if there are fans who live under a rock and dont know shit fuck damn.” Droid said introducing me due to him seeing some chatters asking who i was to him.

“Hi chat, it seems like you like the suit as much as I do?” I asked to chat, seeing some of the normal users who are always here.  I blushed and started giggling as Droid brought his right arm up to rest it on my lower back or on my ass. “You know they can probably tell what you're doing right?” 

“Oh well, you're mine anyway.” He shrugged, still admiring me and my outfit. 

Droid was playing around with his green screen, showing, Chat, what all he can put on there. “Guys you are not ready for the next one.” He said in a funny tone, as he loaded up the next picture.

“Look at a dog with fat ass lips!” He said laughing cause it really wasn't anything special. He started cackling at Chats responses for calling him out. “Alright, you guys really want to see something?” He asked in a very suspicious tone, plotting a down right chilling plan.

He took a photo from my instagram of me on the beach in a bikini and put it up on the green screen,”wuh-PSSSH!” “TOP OF THE MORNING TO YOU, LADDYS!” He screamed as his hand hit my ass on the picture. 

__users: Is your door locked?

“OOhhh heyyy babes.” He panicked and clicked my picture of the green screen while trying to play cool on stream as if they were talking casually. “No my door isn't locked, what up?”

___users: you better lock it or you want comin in there

“Ah shit chat. I'm in some trouble now.” He rushed over to lock his office door.

“Hello!” Droid screamed facing his door with his headphones around his neck. I bust the door open, revealing myself in a sexy nun costume. I walked into the middle of the room, I stood on his right side as he was sitting down.

“Oh my god!” He gasped out in shock that I was even wearing it or trying it on. “Hold on, Bro.” He was messing around with his left monitor to show me what the camera sees/ what chat sees on stream.

“Yeah, oh my god babe.” He stuttered out like a fish out of water. “I know, like look at how snug it is, babe.” I giggled as he turned around to see my ass in the skirt. “Oooh- oh my god.”He repeated like a broken record, still in shock. HE started laughing and covering his mouth with his hand, which caused me to start laughing and walking towards the door but iI turned around halfway.

“I think yours fits better than Pezzys.” He said, moving his hand to his forehead, “Really-wait what do you mean?” I asked in shock.

“Like I don't know, like -” “like ridiculously way or cause it actually fits me?” I cut him off to understand. 

“Exactly both of them. Hollyyy shittt, babe.” He spun in his chair to face me, “You look so fucking good babe, like god damn.” 

“You know what?” He said, “You know who you look like?” I hummed a response, I was too focused on fixing my gloves.  “Fucking Misa, or-or whats her name from Death Note?” 

“Ahhh thank you luv!” I squealed cause she was my inspiration with the outfit. “That's what exactly- your whole aura- the authenticness- the whole sha-bang. Like holy shit again, gosh damn i got lucky with you!” He screamed in cuteness-aggression.

“That's an instant nut, right there on the spot.” Droid exclaimed while slamming his phone down on his desk.

“Whoopies Chat, sorry my bad.” DRoid apologized once he saw chat going crazy asking what __ sent him

“Guys you are not seeing what she sent me, ill def get banned and also FUCK YOU!” He yelled as he was flipping off the camera and standing up to reach it.

“Okay maybe you'll see it on her instagram but def not my channel.” He calmed down as he was readjusting himself in his swivel chair.

“Ohmp Chat, there's a wild __ in the house.” DRoid panned his phone camera over to me, looking like a hot mess. I had a spoon in my mouth, my hair up in a messy bun, and his sweatpants and his sweatshirt on.

“Hiis-fhat.” I struggled to greet chat due to my mouth holding the spoon, so I gave up and raised my hand giving them a weird still wave. I gave Droid a weird questioning look to see why he has the can of Raid in his hand.

“I'm spraying ants babe.” I gave him an understanding look; he turned back to the closet. I was beginning to walk back down the stairs, he quickly spun back around and pretended to spray me.

“No no no!” I screamed running down the stairs while trying not to die of laughter. I darted down the stairs, my heart racing as I fled from the imaginary spray. “You can’t spray me!” I laughed, clutching my spoon like it was a magic wand. “I’m not an ant!”

Droid, with a grin like a Cheshire cat, chased after me. “But you’re in a wild disaster zone, aren’t you? Wild, messy hair, spoon in mouth—you’re practically begging for it!”

“Hey! I call this look ‘chaotic chic’!” I retorted, trying to strike a pose that balanced on the edge of ridiculousness. The moment was too surreal; here we were, caught in a ludicrous battle against ants, armed with nothing but a can of Raid and a wooden spoon.

“Alright, chaotic chic, how about you help me out?” He leaned against the wall, mock-seriously.

“Yeah that was a near death experience, no fucking cap-” He gasped “Oh my god” I slammed open his door wide open. I started laughing so hard that I lost my footing and fell into his door.

“Yes baby?” He asked in tone, speaking of tiredness of my stupid antics while he was streaming. “Is there something you need?” I got up only to start laughing again and hold onto the door frame outside of his room.

“Can I have a kiss before you get too deep into streaming and gaming with the boys?” I asked all innocently and politely. “Oh now you wanna act all nice after you terrorized me?” His voice is full of sarcasm and disbelief.

“Come here lovebug.” I walked over to his set up and sat in his lap, he wrapped his arms around my waist to make sure I didn't fall out of his lap.

“MWAH!” I gave him a big fat kiss on his lips and gave him a quick peck on his cheek, as I was walking out all I heard, “God Chat she's literally the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

“But I digress, yo. We are here to save some lives and we are going to make America a better, hopefully a safer country. You know, you know we are here.” He clapped his hands together, “We got Pezzy on the scene and I have my assistant on break as you can tell in the back.” Droid pointed to me in the bathtub drinking wine and reading a fake folder. AKA a backup folder, as a just in case emergency.

“Hey don't call me out, I'm still technically on the clock, go call your agent on the scene.” I yelled over my shoulder being sassy. I brushed my dry hair over my shoulder, took a quick sip and went back to reading.

“Okay let's listen to my oh so lovely assistant, and let's call my guy.” He picked up his walkie talkie and pushed down on the button, “Yo, hello?” He waited for a response to call out on the other line.

“Uhh boss babe.” I said hearing the walkie go off in the bathroom with me, on the counter by my sink. “Yes, assistant?” He answered back over his shoulder.

“You didnt give your agent the correct walkie. You gave him my walkie, and now I have his walkie.” I said trying to stay PG and not getting out of the bathtub completely nude on camera.

“Ah fuck!” “Alright let's make a take two or we can just chop on the video and make it seem like it was all in one take.” He laughed at our own stupidity, he got up and walked to the entrance of the bathroom. “It's on the counter by my sink, love.” I pointed to it while flipping around in the tub.

He grabbed the walkie talkie and clipped it to his pants. Then he slowly sauntered up to me, to lean down and kiss me on the lips. “You look absolutely breathtaking mi amor.” 

Three Players?

Summary: An edit gets taking way too far in the community, but are they right?

TW: Established relationship, Poly, mxfxm, Droid x reader x Pezzy

“Hi chat, as you can tell it is definitely not a normal stream.” Pezzy greeted the camera as he saw fans joining in. “It won’t be a long stream either, we are here to squash some rumors that are going around.” Droid and I joined in the background on the couch in our living room.

“So there’s an edit going around with a song that goes, ‘two girls in the cut..’ and it cuts to both me and Droid with ___ in the middle of us like how we were during the podcast and other clips but taking the clips WAY out of context.” Pezzy explained while looking at his little last minute post-it note. I was leaning my head on Pezzy's shoulder due to Droid manspreading and taking up the left side of the couch. 

“Guys we don’t mind if you make edits of us, but please do not take them out of context and sexualize us together.” Droid steps in wanting to get the message across to Chat. “If you keep sexualizing us, we are just going to ban, block, or whatever to make sure that we are getting our point across to y’all.” He said sternly with authority filling the room.

“Especially where the clip is Droid saying ‘if I get a piece, you’ll get a piece’ to Pezzy, which is completely whack to put that an edit of us.” I said playing with my Clooless sweatshirt that I bought way too big. I snuggled in on the couch as Droid and Pezzy threw their arms around my shoulders.

“Yes we do have our moments of ‘play’ flirting or just joking around, but please please please guys do not take it out of context.” Pezzy and Droid nodded their heads along with me as I continued on scolding them.

“Now, until this calls down I am not going to be streaming for about a week. I am not in the right headspace to stream this bullshit that’s going on.”  I muttered angrily to myself and chat wanting them to know how serious I am.

“On the other hand Droid and I will continue our ‘normal’ schedule of streaming but our mods will be on double time with the ban hammer if they see fit.” Pezzy warned them, “The mods are getting more lenient with the bans as of right now until chat or the edit creators calm down.”

“Do we all understand that and why we had this stream?” Droid asked the stream as if they were kids in kindergarten. As we all saw them as yes and nodders emote, we quickly ended the stream and triple checked to make sure everything was dead on our end and chats ended.

“Okay I think that will deter them for a while until Y’ALL slip up again?!” I yelled in a fake disappointment mom voice while getting up to go put my drink up on the TV stand. “Like why would you say that while I’m literally in the middle of you two dumbasses?” 

Droid lifted his hands in a mock defense, and Pezzy flashed a grin so broad it could wrap around the sun. “What can we say?” Droid chimed, leaning back on the couch, “We’re just that entertaining!”

As laughter faded into the comfortable silence of shared moments, Pezzy leaned over, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know love, you look really hot right now.” The heat in the room shifted, laughter fading into a more intimate moment.

"You think you're the only one who can dish it out?" I teased back, my playful annoyance melting away, replaced by an unexpected flutter in my chest. The chemistry between us had always danced on the border of friendship and something more, and in moments like these, it always seemed tantalizingly close to crossing that threshold.

Droid, ever the master of timing, raised an eyebrow theatrically. “Is it getting hot in here, or is it just my two favorite people?” His voice dripped with mock-seriousness, and a ripple of laughter ran through the room once again, easing the tension, if only slightly.

“Okay, Mr. Matchmaker,” I shot back, taking a sip from my drink to stall for a moment, trying to decipher if Pezzy’s complement was simply a lighthearted jest or the fuel to a much deeper flame. “Why don’t you go find someone else to entertain?”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Pezzy chimed, sliding closer with an air of confidence that both thrilled and terrified me. His grin widened as he added coyly, “Besides, I love a challenge.”

Please do a wedding follow up of pezzy proposal! 💌💌💌💌

Euphoric Wedding

Summary: Yours and Pezzy's Wedding

TW: it's a wedding day what do you expect?

In the heart of Lubbock, Texas, a charming event center named The Willows stood nestled among tall trees of Willows and vibrant flowers. It was the perfect setting for a quaint wedding, and for one couple, it was about to become the backdrop of their greatest adventure.

After four years of laughter-filled dates, shared dreams, and countless memories, ___ and Pezzy were ready to take the plunge into the wonderful world of marriage. They had met over Discord, where Pezzy was known for his infectious enthusiasm and laughter, while ___ was known for her kind heart and her wildness. Together, they created a bond so strong that their friends often joked they were destined for an enchanting chapter in life.

As their wedding day approached, the excitement in the air was palpable. The Willows, known for its breathtaking décor, had been transformed into a dreamy landscape filled with twinkling fairy lights, delicate floral arrangements, and a hint of magic. With the sun setting in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything, it felt like a scene straight out of a storybook.

On the morning of the wedding, ___ woke up bursting with excitement. Her bridal party gathered around her, the room alive with laughter and joyful chatter as they all helped her prepare for the momentous occasion. As they helped her slip into her elegant dress—soft lace draping beautifully down her back and delicate embroidery twinkling like stars—___ couldn’t help but remember the first time she met Pezzy. A late night session with the guys, just all hanging out and talking about life on that call.

Meanwhile, Pezzy was in the other room, nervously adjusting his bow tie and practicing his vows. Surrounded by his family and friends, they shared stories about their favorite moments with ___, from her daring spirit to her endless support. Each reminiscence echoed with laughter, and with every joke, Pezzy felt the excitement bubbling closer to the surface. Punching through his nerves, he was determined to make this day unforgettable for ___.

As the ceremony began, guests gathered under a sprawling oak tree adorned with delicate ribbons and fairy lights. ___ walked down the aisle, her heart racing with anticipation. Pezzy’s breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of her in her stunning gown, a vision of beauty and grace. With every step she took, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in this moment of love—a moment they would cherish forever.

As ___ glided down the aisle, the gentle rustle of leaves danced with the warm Texas breeze, creating a soft melody that accompanied her every step. Each eye in the gathering was drawn to her—the way her gown shimmered in the golden light, how her floral bouquet seemed to perfectly mirror the vibrant hues of the wildflowers blooming nearby, and the sparkle in her eyes that spoke of joy and love.

Pezzy stood at the altar, his heart racing and a smile plastered across his face. In that moment, as he beheld her, time felt suspended—the laughter and whispers of their friends blurred into the background, and all that mattered was ___, radiant and filled with the promise of a shared future. His mind flooded with memories of their journey—the moments of growth, the trials faced, and the dreams woven together under the stars during their late-night talks.

As she approached, he could see every detail—the way her hair fell elegantly around her shoulders, the subtle blush on her cheeks, and the love shining in her eyes. It was as if she was walking on air, surrounded by an ethereal glow crafted by the fairy lights above. They had planned every detail of this day, but nothing could compare to the sheer magic of seeing her here, at this moment.

When she reached the altar, the atmosphere shifted, pulling them deeper into their own world. The officiant began to speak, his voice soft but resonant, sharing words about love, commitment, and the beauty of partnership. Yet, all Pezzy could hear was the steady rhythm of his heart echoing in his chest. 

___ stood in front of him, her hands trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the overwhelming joy of the present moment. They exchanged glances filled with unspoken promises, and with every word spoken by the officiant, a familiar warmth enveloped them—a connection so profound that it was as if every moment had led them to this very point.

“___,” Pezzy began, his voice steady yet filled with warmth, “since the day we met, you’ve brought sunshine into my life. You've taught me what it means to love and be loved in return. I promise to stand by your side as your partner, your confidant, and your best friend. I vow to support your dreams and to chase my own alongside you.” 

A smile bloomed on ___'s face as she held onto each word, feeling them settle deep in her heart. She was taken back to the countless afternoons they had spent under the Texas sun, laughing and planning their futures, each moment like a thread woven into the fabric of their love story.

With her heart racing, ___ took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. She began, “Pezzy, from our very first conversation, I knew you were special. You have this incredible ability to make the simplest moments feel extraordinary. I vow to be your anchor when life feels turbulent and to celebrate every joy with you. I promise to be patient, to cherish our differences, and to continue learning about you each day.”

Pezzy’s heart swelled as he listened to her voice, rich with sincerity and love. He felt an overwhelming rush of gratitude to be standing here with her, committed to sharing their life’s journey together. 

“Today, I choose you and I will choose you again every day,” she continued, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. “Most importantly I promise to find you in every lifetime.”

With vibrations of laughter and love propelling them both, they exchanged their rings—a symbol of their commitment. The officiant held the rings aloft, illuminating them under the warm glow of the fairy lights above. “These rings are a circle of love that speaks of forever.”

Pezzy took a deep breath, his heart racing as he slid the delicate band onto ___’s finger, murmuring, “With this ring, I give you my love. Wear it as a sign of my devotion.”

___ then took Pezzy’s hand, slipping the ring onto his finger with a smile that radiated promise. “And with this ring, I embrace you as my husband, a testament of my unwavering love for you.”

Their voices intertwined, harmonizing effortlessly, encapsulating a world filled with devotion and adventure. “I am yours, and you are mine, today and always.”

With their vows complete, the officiant smiled and turned to the crowd. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

With the officiant's words hanging in the air, time seemed to slow. The world around ___ and Pezzy faded into a soft blur; the laughter of friends, the rustling leaves, and the shimmering fairy lights melted away, leaving only their two hearts beating in sync. 

Pezzy stepped closer, his gaze locked onto ___'s, a mix of awe and love swirling in his chest. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, a comforting, familiar presence that made everything else seem inconsequential. ___’s eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, reflecting a future filled with dreams yet to be realized.

With a gentle hand, Pezzy cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing softly across her skin. The world around them erupted in applause, but in that moment, it felt as if they were suspended in time, a cocoon of love sealing them away from everything but the intimacy of their connection.

As Pezzy leaned in, he could feel the rhythm of his heart echoing in his ears—each breath they took synchronized, bringing them closer together, enveloped in a feeling of pure euphoria. He could see the little details of ___—the small glint of her earrings, the soft curls of her hair that framed her face, and the tiny smile playing at the corners of her lips. 

When their lips finally met, it was soft yet electric, a sweet mingling of warmth and love. The kiss was a promise—a promise to not just share the ups and downs of life, but to cherish every moment, every adventure, every quiet night spent together. It was a culmination of every laugh they'd shared, every obstacle they had faced, and every dream they had dared to dream.

The crowd erupted into joyful cheers and applause, their love radiating like the vibrant golden sunset in the Texas sky. Friends and family stood, clapping and laughing, their faces bright with smiles. The joy was contagious—a reminder of the love that surrounded the couple, a circle of support that would encircle them as they embarked on their journey together.

As they separated for a moment, Pezzy looked deeply into ___’s eyes and whispered, “I can’t believe we’re finally here.” 

___ giggled, brushing a rogue tear from her cheek, “This is just the beginning, Pezzy.” 

Together, they turned to face their friends and family, hands clasped, beaming with happiness. Laughter and love filled the air as they walked back down the aisle together, bustles of colorful flower petals showering down over them like confetti—symbolizing the joyful beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

Every face in the crowd exuded warmth and love, signaling the support that would accompany them through this exciting new adventure. The echoes of their vows lingered in the air—a promise of commitment that filled their hearts and the hearts of every person present. 

As they prepared to enter the next part of their celebration, Pezzy pulled ___ closer, her head resting against his shoulder. “Forever feels pretty wonderful with you,” he murmured.

“Yes, it does,” she replied, smiling up at him as they stepped into the embrace of their loved ones, ready to dance, celebrate, and weave their love story into the tapestry of their lives.

Hii! I'd like to request a droid xfem reader story, where the whole clooles gang (+reader) is playing never have I ever on stream and drinking and droid and reader get drunk-flirty and chat goes crazy maybe it gets a bit too heated 👀 and puffer has to emergency end the stream so droid and reader don't expose too much lmao, I've read like 100 stories with this same trope but I just love it so much 😭. I'd love to see more droid stories in general cuz there's not that much out there, anyways I'll stop bothering you now thanks, bye 🖤

You can never bother me love! and I have this write here just for you! I hope you enjoy!

Truth Or Hydrate - Droid x Reader

Summary: Truth or Hydrate where alcohol create loose lips

TW: Alcohol consumptions, established relationships, cursing, kissing

“Hi chat, hellooooss, Chat can you hear me?” Puffer said while speaking into his orange foam microphone.

“Hiya, my favorite internet people!” I greeted them hoping they could hear me as I was away looking at the laptop, “OO! You guys can hear me?” I said excitedly hoping our set up was working. I started seeing chat fly by quickly saying all types of ‘yes’, ‘yeah’, and etc. 

“Okay guys since you can hear me on my mic, lets see if you can hear the guy's microphone?” I said try to troubleshoot if something goes wrong.

“Of course they can hear you, they all simp for you.” Puffer said in a degrading tone towards chat.

“No comment from me, but they can hear you Puffer, okay someone else try.” I say changing the topic and moving on with the stream.

“Elloing chat, ellos? Testing, testing.” Pezzy started trying in a funny voice as he was playing with strings on his sweatshirt.

“Alrighty they can hear Pezzwald, grizzy or droid?” I asked seeing if they would greet chat

“Yer” “What's going on?” They both greeted Chat at the same time and started laughing. 

“Now turn on the camera.” I gave Puffer the cue, to show off our set up in our living room, you can barely see our hallway leading to our bedroom.

The bigger monitor I had stored away lit up with the guys in the frame on the couch with their respective drinks. I got up from my squatted position, to go make myself a strong raspberry margarita. 

“Chat calm down, ___ is making herself a margarita right now, for what we are doing.” Puffer yelled at chat for spamming.

“Chat what's going on? Chat. Do yall know what's going on today?” Droid asked as he was watching the monitor .”Someone else wants to explain, bro.” Droid acting like he was exhausted from ‘setting up’.

“Dawg, it was your idea!” I yelled from our kitchen, “By the way I'm making my marg, be ready for loud noises.” I forewarned the guys and Chat.

“I mean it is my stream I guess I can.” Puffer spoke as he took over, “Alright listen up, we are doing Truth or Drink, we are doing white girl sorority things.” Puffer spoke, his eyes swiping over the guys and making sure I was paying attention.

“Oop hold on, ___ needs to mix her drink.” Droid yelled over the guys laughing, I gave him a thumbs up and a wink and clicked ‘Blend’ on the blender.

“Okay, we are waiting for __ to join us on the couch, she is sitting in between Grizzy and I.” Droid began again as he was scooting closer to Puffer, and Grizzy scooted over to Pezzy.

“Chat, you guys are so weird towards her, you will see her outfit in a minute. She's literally joining us in a sec.” Pezzy stepped in, protecting me from the weirdos in chat. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m here, hello, chat.” I said walking into the frame of the stream waving. “As requested by my girl fans, this is a lazy day so I’m wearing an old black/dark blue off one shoulder shirt. I have had this shirt for a long ass time, I have no idea where I got it. I paired it with a cream drawstring lounge shorts, I usually wear these when I’m cleaning but oh whale.” I explained my outfit, doing a little leg lift showing off my no-show black socks, that the girls do with their OOTD videos; all while holding my big glass.

“Damn let me get a taste of that drink.” Grizzy piped in, letting me walk through the maze of alcohol bottles or drinks on the floor.

I handed him my drink, so I could get comfy on the couch in my assigned seat. I put my hand on DRoid’ shoulder to make sure i wawa balanced properly. He moved his head and kissed the top of my hand. Once I finally settled down, I grabbed my glass back from Grizzy and started siping, not paying attention to any of the rules or the jokes going on.

“Wait, what were the rules again? I was disassociating.” I was muffled with my straw in my mouth, I moved my attention to my boyfriend. 

“Truth or drink, you either tell the truth or you take a shot. In your case, take a big sip rather than your leisurely sips.” Droid repeated holding eye contact with me, making sure I was actively listening and paying attention to him.

“Alright, I can do that. So we are starting with the cards, once those become boring we move on to chat?” I asked to make sure that the information was correct, Droid was still holding eye contact with me, so I sent a wink towards him. 

“Yes ___” I heard from each of the guys, moaning and groaning from my lack of attentiveness.

“Oh shit, this is supposed to be played with hot sauce?” Grizzy questioned since Droid was opening the box of cards. He put the box to hold the card behind me on top of the couch. 

“Yeah, I mean do you wanna try it?” Droid offered Grizzy the bottle, while he was trying to get the pack of cards out of the box.

“No.” Grizzy declined quickly, “He’s a pussy, dude.” Pezzy making an effort to egg on Grizzy.

“Do yall realise that he keeps it at eighty-nine degrees in the house?” I interjected siding with Grizzy instantly, looking at Pezzy with a humorous look on my face.

“SEE EXACTLY!” Grizzy yelled “Yall think I want hot sauce right now?!” He asked with disbelief and slight disgust in his tone.

“That’s all Pezzy and ___, bruh.” Droid defended himself, holding his hands up by his face. 

“I pay the electric bill, of course I want it cold in the house.” I defended myself by acting offended at his accusation.

“Bitch, you were just saying you were freezing before the stream.” Grizzy shot back at Droid.

“I was freezing, feel ___.” Droid said while putting his left hand on my thigh. “DAWG GET THEM COLD PAWS OFF OF ME!” I yelled getting up and walking away from Droid, trying to warm up my thigh.

“See Grizzy, feel this.” Droid switched his attention to his next victim. Grizzy flinched, “YOOO!” He was looking at Droid as if he had frostbite on his hand.

Pezzy put out his hand to see if Droid and I were just being dramatically extra for the camera. Once their hands made contact, “Dude are you okay?” Pezzy asked due to shock.

Puffer reached for Droid's right hand to feel, and they interlocked their fingers together, “Now I’m okay.” He responded with a joking tone.

“Okay how are we doing this?” Puffer asked impatiently, he was wanting to get this shit done.

“We will take turns, you’ll get a turn, I’ll get a turn, ___, Grizzy and Pezzy or whatever.” Droid explained the ‘circle’. 

“Who are we asking?” Puffer continued wanting to get the base down pat.

“It's-its- It’s a group thing, so it's everybody. Whoever is in the room, pretty much .” Droid stuttered his answer, I started giggling due to his stutter.

“Wait this is bad then…” Pezzy dragged on, with me shaking my head in agreement.

“Imma need to add another shot real quick.” I added, “Y’all may need to get more alcohol.” Grizzy said with a suspicious tone and look on his face.

“Alright Puffer your on the end, do your Pokémon card thing.” Droid laughed as we all joined in cause the motion Droid did.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?” Puffer read the card out loud.

“I shit myself on a car ride home.” Grizzy said instantly and Pezzy started laughing along with him. “I was like 8, bro.”

“Oh, oh, I got one.” Puffer said, remembering his memory. “Oh I know yours.” Droid and I said together.

“I fell into the San Antonio river.” “Oh! Nevermind I did not know yours.” Droid taking back his statement.

“Mine was when I was in school and I trusted a fart way too much.” Pezzy brings the mic right up to his mouth resting it on his chin.

“Okay so all of y’all shit yourself except Puffer.” I nodded my head and laughed along with them.

“Okay Miss Clooless Princess, what’s your most embarrassing moment?” Pezzy snapped at me for laughing at them.

“Bleed through my pants multiple times in school and left a stain on my chair.” I said calmly and started sipping, Droid wrapped his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer and slightly kissed my head. Thankfully chat did not see it and no one is freaking out.

“Ugh that’s so basic for girls.” Puffer groaned wanting to know more juicy details.

“Oh, Oh!” Droid was reacting to the card in his hand. “Ask it.” Pezzy sneered “Okay you wanted this, dog.”

“In your opinion-my opinion who here in the room is the freakiest in bed?” Droid nodding his head trying to not make himself noticeable with me.

“Uhhh ___, is the most definitely.” Pezzy said out loud, he smacked his hand against his mouth so fast. I was astounded that the alcohol was hitting him this fast, but he did catch us in a situation once.

“You know what? I'll agree with you there, Pezzy.” Droid agreed, shaking his head and dapping him up. I looked at him as if he was a crazed man, not wanting our, mostly mine getting leaked on the internet. He shushed me and we kept moving on with the game.

“I'm not going to answer.” Grizzy and Puffer both agreed with me, as we took our respective shots.

“You know what? I'm going to say Droid and I feel like it because he’d be like ‘Yeah I have seen some shit.” Puffer started laughing, I started blushing and hiding my face while laughing. 

“And we just started going to town!” Droid continued as he lifted his Twisted Tea. He looked over at me to wink and send me a kiss. 

“Okay, okay.” I picked up my card for my turn, “You can only have one best friend, tell us yours.” I read out loud.

“I'm thinking of a title right now.” Droid deviously acted like he was an evil villain, plotting a big reveal. 

“Uh-um- nevermind.” Puffer was buffering thinking if he should reveal it, “Nah, just say it.” Pezzy, Droid and Grizzy taunted, “My old high school friend.”

“I have known you less,” Pezzy pointed to Puffer, “Damn, sorry.” Puffer responded. “But I have known all of y'all the same amount of time.” Pezzy said to us.

“Um i think you have known them longer than me.” Droid Pointed out. “Don't forget that we fucked.” Droid pointed out the fake news, to rile up fans. I smacked his arm with the back of my hand hard. 

“I know,” Pezzy rubbed his face, already feeling the alcohol, “My cat. Fuck you.” Pezzy flipped off Grizzy.

“Man, I was just about to say you but okay.” Grizzy shrugged his shoulders as everybody laughed at the turn of events. “You know what ___ has always been there and here for me.” Grizzy said while putting a hand on my shoulder. 

“I'm going to say Yum Yum.” I said while thinking of all the times he and I were in late night discord calls, Yumi was there when I met Droid, etc. 

“For fans who don't know who Yum Yum is, it's Yumi, only  ____ can call him that.” Droid said pointing to chat cause they were spamming confused emotes.

“Who’s your hottest friend?” Pezzy read the card out loud, “Grizzy.” Puffer answered right off the bat, he looked over to Droid for him to answer.

“__” Droid answered, I was leaning back on the couch with my glass in between my thighs. “Can I choose myself?” I asked back, everyone laughed together.

“Egotistical bitch.” Pezzy carriedon, which made us die of laughter and red in our faces. 

“Everybody has insecurities, what are two of yours?” Puffer pulled that card that I avoided earlier in the stack.

“Uhhh, my weight and my relationship.” Droid answered honestly, “Huh? Whatcha mean with that?” Pezzy wondered what he meant due to me sitting literally right there.

“If I’m good enough for my partner, my confidence is wack bro.” Droid explained his reasoning, with an all around ‘Ohhh’ of understanding. I quickly stretched back leaning where they couldn't see me on camera. 

“I love you no matter what.” I whispered behind his ear. “I love you too.” He turned his head towards my direction so the microphone couldn't pick it up. 

“What is your biggest online screw up?” Grizzy read with a smirk, “I'm taking a shot.” I said right off the bit. 

“Nah, nah it's already out there, just say it __.” Grizzy said to me. “UGH fine, I sold my feet pics a couple years ago.” I whispered into the mic as the other guys just gasped in shock at this revelation. “I'm still taking a shot for even saying it.” 

“Are you still making money off it?” Puffer as his curiosity peaked, “Nah I’m taking another shot, I do not care.” Downing another tequila shot while making a sour face. 

“Let the host read your last text message with either your significant other/partner or best friend?” Grizzy chuckled thinking he was going to get something juicy. “Oh hell no!” Droid busted out. I handed my phone over to Grizzy, knowing he wont purposefully snoop through our messages.

“Okay okay, __ has herself a little boo thing that she loves and wants to make sure that they stay hidden. She has him or her underneath “Hawt Stuff” and no picture, and I definitely do not know this phone number.” Grizzy read out loud thinking this was going to make me walk out, but instead I was just sitting there smiling and blushing. My eyes cut towards Droid quickly to see his reaction. Thankfully, his attention was being taken up with Puffer and Meghans text messages.

“I mean we don't have significant others,” Pezzy pointed out to Grizzy “and our friends are literally each other.” He laughed at the contradiction. 

“Hey Droid, who have you been trying to talk to recently?” Puffer fish for information, “Absolutely no one, but here's my phone.” Droid handed over his phone caught in a lie as Puffer started cackling. 

“Droid who’s LOML?” Puffer coughed out as he caught Droid, “HUH?” He yelled into the microphone. “No one man.” He quickly said, “Why do they have the same type of message that __ had?”

“I’m taking a shot, man.” Droid reached down for the Crown, and while he was reaching his hand on my leg to balance himself, he started rubbing his thumb on my leg.

“I have a good one, How many sexual partners have you had?” Pezzy read with a small evil smirk on his face.

I heard three from Puffer, ‘five’ from droid, 4 from me, and two from Grizzy, the Pezzy asked “what does sexual mean?”

“Sex.” Puffer deadpanned answered, “So full on sex?” Pezzy made sure, as everyone was nodding their heads yes.

“Dick and penis.” Droid said confirming but misspoke, which had all of cackling, hitting our legs or the couch, rocking back and forth, and wheezing to breath for a good hot two minutes. 

“There's my biggest online screw up, right there. I mean dick and pussy.” Droid corrected himself, as we were settling down and my margarita was hitting me I decided to put my legs over Droid’s lap and my head still on the cushion of the couch; scooting down a bit to get comfortable. Droid put his can in his right hand and wrapped his left arm around my shoulders and head. I kissed his shoulder, showing him some love on camera that some fans saw but not that many.

“What kind of sex are you having?” Puffer wondered jokingly, “Listen, I'm straight as hell, straighter than a goddamn candy cane. I mean look at this beautiful lady in my lap.” Droid said, calming down from that hilarious miss-speaking. 

“He’s like so dreamy, ‘who should i pick?’” Droid mocked Pezzy while holding his microphone up to his face like he was a teenage girl in a 90’s movie. I started laughing and everybody joined in, while feeling out shots hit us.

“Let's pick Droid, anywho Would you rather have sex with Droid and no one knows–” “Sure.” Puffer cut Pezzy off from reading the black card. “Huh-What?” “That was a bit too quick, man.” Droid joked as he looked over at Puffer.

“--But no one knows or not have sex with Droid but everyone thinks you did?” Pezzy regained his focus to finish reading the card. “That's our chat anyways!” Pezzy exclaimed, pointing over to the laptop Puffer had set up earlier.

“Fuck it, I already let him hit for free.” I slurred while taking a sip of my raspberry margarita, not wanting to look at Droid for suspense.

“Whaaattt?!” “HUH?!” “SHHHH?!” “hmm okay then.” I heard from every direction, due to the echo in the living room. 

“I mean chat already thinks we had sex, so why not?” I said, lollying my head to the other side looking at Pezzy.

“CHAT! ___ is way too drunk right now, we are ending the stream, say byeeee!” Puffer yelled into the microphone, as he was walking over to the computer, I turned my head to admire my boyfriend as he was looking at me, I gave him a quick peck on the lips right as the stream ended. 

“Did you know that chat definitely saw that?” “Mmm yeah, oh well.” I shrugged my shoulders. “That's a mess for tomorrow.”

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