Mezcal Sour - Droid X F!Reader

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.

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.

Cute Streamer Moment -Droid x Reader

Summary: Droid and his subscribers reached a goal/dare of Droid wearing a maid outfit (Clip inspo link at the bottom)

TW: Established relationship, kisses

Smack, smack, smack of Droid’s lips

“Chat I don’t think yall understand how bad this is. Especially when I asked ___ to go pick this out for me. It's even worse that she found the perfect size. Because it has these-uhh-hmm string thingys in the back.” Droid rambles to his livestream chat, while readjusting his maid costume and his headband.

“Guys c'mon, I’m killing it lowkey. Like look at me.” Droid starts gaining confidence from his goofiness 

__ walks into his streaming room, with a big grin on her face as she sees what Droid was wearing. She crept up behind up as she was observing chat and how she looked on his second stream, making sure she didn't look like a complete hot mess like Droid at the moment 

“My, my, my look what we have here. My own submissive maid.” ___ jokes around while walking up behind Droid wrapping her arms around his neck in a weird bent down hug.

“Hey, hey, paws off lady! I have a job to do here.” Droid playfully yells at ___ while pushing her arms off of his body. Then they both started laughing so hard that ___ was leaning on Droid chair, where Droid just pulled her into his lap. A surprised screech escaped ___ mouth as she clung onto Droid, to make sure she didn't have a horrendous fall.

“My, my, how the turned tables; now you're the damsel in distress.” Droid jokes while getting up and the princess carrying me, all still in frame of the stream.

“You know I might be after the stream, but I know I will need a maid to help clean me up.” __ flirty jokes, she leans up to kiss him on the cheek. She jumps down from his arms, and sashays away, out of his office. Droid is just standing there trying to reboot his brain and his whole body.

“You know, chat, I might have to end the stream earlier than usual.” Droid says in a playful tone; he walks back to seat and starts changing the conversation. He loads up the game and gets ready to play the game.

Sassy Steamy Stream - Droid x Reader

Summary: Droid likes his girl sassyyy

TW: Established Relationship, kisses, cursing

One breezy Saturday evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle, Droid was live streaming one of the latest games that had taken the online community by storm. His chat was buzzing with excitement, and the atmosphere was electric. _ sauntered into the frame, a grin dancing on her lips. She was ready to bring some fun to the game.

"Hey, Droid," she teased, leaning casually against the back wall of the streaming room. "I can’t believe you still can’t beat level 5. I thought you were the ‘Gamer King’ or something?"

The viewers erupted into laughter, and Droid raised his brows, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Well, maybe the ‘Gamer Queen’ should show me how it’s done instead of sitting there looking cute!"

_ gasped theatrically, placing a hand on her chest. "Cute? You want cute? I thought you liked it when I had an attitude! Should I turn that up a notch?"

"Oh, I definitely do!" he replied, leaning forward in his gaming chair, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Give it to me, princess. Show everyone what you’ve got!"

With a mock, exaggerated flick of her hair, _ stepped into the spotlight. "Alright, then—if you can’t handle the sass, you shouldn’t have asked for it!" She shot him a playful wink and continued to deliver a barrage of witty comebacks that had the entire chat roaring with joy.

However, the banter was getting spicier, and the tension, albeit playful, was palpable. Their chemistry fizzled with electric sparks, and with each snarky remark, Droid leaned closer, clearly enjoying the playful rivalry.

But just when the viewers thought it couldn’t get any more entertaining, _ decided to escalate things. "Maybe if my boyfriend wasn’t so busy gaming, he’d have time for a real challenge… like me!”

Droid gasped in mock shock. “Did you just challenge me, _? That’s a mistake you won’t want to make!”

With a roar of laughter, he abruptly stood up from his chair, the calm façade slipping away, replaced by a playful aggression that had been building throughout their on-camera antics. Before the viewers could fully process what was happening, he grabbed _ by the waist, pulling her in close.

The chat exploded with predictions, suggestions, and pure excitement, but to their surprise, the screen momentarily faded to black.

What happened next was undoubtedly only captured in the wild imaginations of those watching, as off-camera, passionate laughter, gasps, and affectionate whispers mingled, making it clear that this playful attitude had erupted into a much deeper connection.

As the screen flickered back to life, the audience found themselves staring at an empty gaming chair next to Droid’s, but the playful echoes of laughter still lingered in the air. The chat was a storm of emojis and excited messages, viewers grappling with their imagination, imagining the lively scene that had just unfolded off-camera.

Suddenly, the live stream returned to focus, revealing Droid looking gloriously rumpled—his hair tousled, and a broad grin plastered across his face. _ reappeared just a moment later, her cheeks flushed and eyes alight with delight, as if she had been caught in an entirely different world from the one they had been playing in moments before.

“Well, that went better than expected,” Droid quipped, flashing a cheeky smile at the camera. _ chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “Just remember, all challenges come with unexpected rewards!”

“What did we miss?” someone typed, the chat practically vibrating with curiosity.

“Let’s just say…” Droid began, leaning toward the screen with an exaggerated conspiratorial tone, “the level of play just reached a new high.” He exchanged a knowing and playful glance with _, who stifled a giggle.

_ chimed in, “Careful now, fans. You know what happens when you challenge a gamer queen. He might not come back from that level!” She winked at the camera, fanning the flames of intrigue even further.

The chat became a whirlpool of excitement, predictions flying by as the audience tried to decipher the unspoken bond between the couple. They were not just a gaming duo; they were an electrifying pair whose chemistry added a unique twist to the friendliest of banters.

With the chat buzzing like a beehive, Droid and _ leaned into the playful energy that had enveloped the stream. Their laughter intertwined as they exchanged teasing remarks, but there was something magical about the atmosphere, an undeniable spark that captivated their audience.

“Alright, where were we?” Droid said, glancing at his screen. “Oh right, conquering evil and saving the world!”

“But first,” _ interjected, a mischievous glint in her eye, “how about a little victory kiss for the queen on this special stream?”

The chat exploded with applause emojis and hearts as Droid raised an eyebrow, smirking. “A victory kiss? Only if I get one too!” he replied playfully.

Pause. The tension simmered in the air as the two exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them—a shared secret that deepened their bond. Slowly, with a degree of dramatic flair, they leaned toward each other, the camera zooming in to capture the moment.

And then it happened—two quick, sweet smooches on the lips, innocent yet charged with an electric charm that sent the chat into a frenzy. Comments flooded in: "Adorable!", "Power couple!", and even "GET MARRIED ALREADY!"

_ giggled, pulling back slightly, her cheeks flushed. “See? That’s how you unlock a new level in a relationship status!”

Droid couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes twinkling. “I’m just glad I got to play co-op for that! Now, let’s show them what we can really do.”

The couple dove back into their gaming world, but the smooches hung in the air, refreshing the vibe between them. Each time Droid completed a challenge or _ scored a point, they’d steal another quick kiss, their connection transforming the gameplay into a love letter for their viewers.

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.

Back Seating in Action-Pezzy

Summary: Chat back seating on a game, inspo from his clip. There will be a link at the bottom of the post. {2nd POV or if you were watching the stream...}

TW: Screaming, cursing, established relationship and a mention of a gun {an emote from Twitch} lmk if I missed anything :)

“Guys let me show y’all what I see in chat, with back seating.” Pezzy takes off his headset while getting up from his “gamer” chair.

“You’re sitting at your computer having a good time, right?” Pezzy sassily fixes his clothes as he leaves the room while leaving his door cracked slightly for a hot minute.

Then, his girlfriend, ____ slams the door open, while wearing her signature red and plaid, fluffy pjs pants and a muscle tank top, and her hair up in a messy bun, stomping her way to the computer. She slightly trips on his shoes in the walkway and laughs it off, Pezzy walks in behind her watching in suspense to see what she will do. She grabs the mic and starts ranting and screaming into the mic.

“HEY, this is how you do everything! You do this part, you put that pipe here, and the other part there. You need this code, here’s the code by the way. 45826 and then it's these colors {Pink, Purple and Gray}, and this what; and this is what happens at the end of the game ... .That's what happens by the way, but enjoy your game.” _____ cried in pain at the stupidity of chat,  she then moves away from the camera to sit on the edge of Pezzy’s bed. Then Pezzy walks into the middle of the camera frame. He lifts his arm up to his side in an angry questioning state.

“LIKE WHAAAT?!?!” Pezzy screeches as his voice cracks from the stress on his vocal cords.

“Babe, you have really stupid and young people in your chat if this is every stream occurrence.” ____ comments as she shakes her head, laughing in disbelief.

“Oh, trust me baby, I know.” Pezzy snarkily agrees, walking back to his chair putting his headphones back on. 

“Welp, Imma head back to the couch make me a mod for this stream, so i can ban those spoiling fuckers. Just ask for me to help and if anyone else tries or does help I will time them out for 3 minutes or so.” ____ suggested walking away.

“I got you and thank you babes.” Pezzy throws his answer over his shoulder to make sure she heard him clearer. 

“SEE chat, y’all better be careful. She's ruthless and hot, no wonder she's my girlfriend. Unlike y’all fuckers, can’t even get a girlfriend” Pezzy teases his chat while laughing. 

“Be Careful chat, I'm here and lurking. I don't miss my shots, Chat PepegaGun” 

“Now you, assholes are gonna Pet the mods, huh?” Pezzy questioned the chat. 

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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.

Drunk ban appeals?

Summary: drunk ban appeals, what more can I say

Tw: Established relationship, cursing, alcohol

“ALRIGHT CHAT, we are doing “drunk” ban appeal today!” Pezzy introduced “Imma sip on this thing, and when it gets racist or-uh there’s any bigotry or like anything that’s like messed up. Like stuff like that; I'll take a shot of this.” Pezzy informed chat

“We do have 55 ban appeals, we do have a lot of them.” He moaned out, “We are going to start at the oldest one because these people have been waiting forever.”

“OOoh a snitch, yeah no deny, bye bitch.” Pezzy said starting with a loser chat.

“OP-ew, why would you make that joke? Was he referencing something? I feel like this person would have told us what he was referencing?” “Yeah no, bye.” Pezzy denied 

“OOO guys we have a __ ban. No, why was this person banned?” Pezzy asked looking deeper into the situation 

“Uh, __ are you here in chat? Or are you home?” Pezzy asked while his eyes shuffled through chat.

Mod2: Mod comment?

Mod1:OO this guy, was weird in Droids

userhub-2:Pezzy look at older messages from him! Wth

Mod3: Oo YEAH, old messages weirdage

__users: YEAH NO KEEP HIM BANNED PLS

“Babe there you are, yeah no keep him ban-” “Check mod comment, okay.” Pezzy started reading older messenger

“EW WHY ARE SAYING THAT TO __! YEAH BYE NOOPE!” Pezzy denied

“Wait, that's a shot. Ugh okay” Pezzy poured and took the shot like a champion. 

“Thanks babe, by the way you didn't answer me, are you home?’ Pezzy repeated

__users: almost, grabbing a slushie and some more alcohol for ya why?

“Chat, stop chatting for a second. I'm trying to read- almost- oo thanks to whoever pinned it.” Pezzy expressed his appreciation .

“Wanna join me when you get home?” Pezzy asked “Girl why is it taking forever for you to respond?”

__users: Uhh yeah, sorry had to think if i worked tomorrow morning 

__users:BOY i had to check my schedule also i was paying for our shit!

mod5:Tell em

userchat:Ooo pezzy gonna be in trob

“Chat behaves, I'm joking around with her; she knows this.” Pezzy scolded 

“Now, Moving onto the next stupid person.”

When you arrive, the atmosphere is chaotic and hilarious. Pezzy is in front of a computer with a shot glass in one hand and a bottle of soju in the other, trying to pour another shot because of a ban appeal being racist. “You should see these __! Half of these chatters are begging to be unbanned for the most stupid reasons!”

You lean over the keyboard, trying to focus on the screen, but Pezzy’s giggles are contagious. “Look at this one! ‘I was just testing my spam skills for fun!’ Who even says that?” 

You both dissolve into laughter, occasionally spilling a drink as you read through the increasingly absurd excuses. “Oh, this one’s even better,” you say, barely able to control your giggles. “‘I didn’t mean to spam; I thought it was a secret squad ritual!’” 

As the night goes on, the two of you descend deeper into silliness, sharing stories of all the ridiculous bans you’ve handed out. You start creating outrageous appeals for jokes, filling the screen with wild tirades about cat photos and conspiracy theories. “To unban me is to embrace the feline overlords!” Pezzy declares dramatically.

“Mew-sic to my ears,” you chime in, and the two of you erupt in a fit of laughter again. 

Time slips away as the ban appeals become an excuse for a ridiculous comedy show. You can hardly remember who you banned, and the lines between valid appeals and imaginative tales blur delightfully. 

By the time you look at the clock, its way past midnight, and you both realize you’ve completely failed at the task. But neither of you cares; the joy of laughing together over silly nonsense is far more rewarding than any ban appeal process.

The Charm of Cherry Blossoms - CloolessxReader

Summary: Clooless boys at Hogwarts

TW: Potion making

In a world where broomsticks soared and spells danced in the air, five young wizards found themselves entangled in the enchanting halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Among them were Puffer, the cunning Slytherin; Grizzy, the loyal Hufflepuff; Pezzy and Droid, the daring Gryffindors; and ___, the brilliant Ravenclaw with a heart as mysterious as her scent.

One cool autumn afternoon, Professor Horace Slughorn, a rotund wizard with a penchant for collecting talented students, announced a new project in Potions class. Each student would create a batch of Amortentia, the famed love potion, that wafted enticing aromas to ensnare the heart.

“Remember,” Professor Slughorn said, his eyes twinkling behind round spectacles, “Amortentia smells different to each person, based on what they find most attractive. Use your instincts!”

The students were paired into unique groups, a mixture of houses that would test their teamwork. Puffer, Grizzy, Pezzy, Droid, and ____ found themselves side by side, a merry band of misfits. As they worked, the bubbling cauldron emitted various scents. However, the moment ____ casually adjusted the tiny vial of her signature cherry fragrance, the entire room seemed to transform.

“Do you smell that?” Puffer exclaimed, leaning closer, his Slytherin demeanor slightly softening. “Cherries! It’s delightful. Isn’t that right, guys?”

Grizzy nodded enthusiastically, "Absolutely! I smell that, too!"

Pezzy and Droid exchanged mischievous glances, “It’s definitely cherries! No wonder ____ is in Ravenclaw—she’s got a knack for creating magical scents.”

As the potion simmered and glowed with an otherworldly sheen, the boys felt an unfamiliar flutter in their chests whenever ____grinned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The cherry aroma seemed to weave a spell of its own, igniting a spark of interest that none could ignore.

After class, the trio of boys began to "accidentally" bump into Bella at every corner. Outside by the Quidditch pitch, Grizzy offered to show her how to catch a Snitch. In the library, Pezzy carefully perched a stack of books on a precarious ledge, only to have them tumble entirely. “Oh no! Let me help you with that, ___!” he exclaimed, his face turning as red as Gryffindor robes.

Droid surprised ____ in the greenhouse with a freshly picked bloom. “I thought you’d like this! It’s a magical flower,” he said, beaming, unaware that it was just a common daisy.

With each encounter, ____ sensed their awkwardness mixed with earnest interest, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “You boys are really going out of your way,” she teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“We just want to show you how cool it is to hang out with the ‘coolest’ group,” Puffer chimed in, “and we can be really fun, I promise!”

Each interaction seemed to smell sweeter with the cherry fragrance dancing in the air, leading to increasingly dramatic moments. They concocted elaborate schemes to surprise her—like a Quidditch game in the moonlight or a late-night study session with pumpkin juice and Chocolate Frogs.

As days turned into weeks, ____ found herself enjoying the attention, laughter, and friendship. But things took a turn when Professor Slughorn announced a potions challenge, where the best Amortentia recipe would be judged. Sparks ignited in the air and friendly rivalry brewed among the boys, each trying to win over____’s affections through their potion-making prowess.

“Just wait,” Pezzy bragged one day, “my potion is sure to impress Bella more than yours!”

“Oh, it’s on!” Puffer declared, his Slytherin ambition flaring.

While competition thickened the air like smoke, ____ watched, bemused and a tad confused. It became clear they all had their charms and strengths, each displaying a different kind of affection. She was flattered, but also felt the weight of their desires pressing against her heart.

On the day of the potions challenge, excitement filled the Great Hall. The bubbling cauldrons and the scent of concocted love filled the room. ____ stood back, watching the boys test their potions and sharing laughter. The cherry-scented twists in the air highlighted their emotions, but they also made her realize that none of them had truly made her fall in love.

As she considered all their efforts—grating ingredients, collecting rare flowers, and the sweet tension among friends—she thought she might have to make a choice. But perhaps, she concluded, it wasn’t a choice between them, but to embrace her friendships fully without hastening into something more.

“I appreciate all of this,” ____ announced, her smile lighting up her face. “But I think love potions, while fun, can’t create genuine feelings out of thin air.”

The boys exchanged glances, blinking in realization. Maybe, just maybe, friendship was the true potion they’d concocted together.

With a newfound understanding, the group smiled. The cherry scent danced around them, a reminder that while love could blossom, strong friendships could ignite even greater magic.

And in the enchanted halls of Hogwarts, with laughter resonating through its corridors, they would cherish their time together as a cool, interconnected crew, with more adventures awaiting them on the horizon.