A Clooless Surpirse Attack

I have a request for the Clooless guys

Could it be the Clooless guys meeting the reader in person for the first time at a like at a mall or a fair. The twist is the reader has never shown their face so they don’t know what they look like. So the reader decides to have fun with them. Following them around and sending the guys photos of them in a group chat. This is flustering them because clearly the reader can see them but they can’t find them. Eventually they walk up to the group pretending to be a fan wanting a photo, they get it, then send it to the group chat ending their little game. The reader apologizes offers to pay for a meal and some drinks as an apology and they all have a fun night.

I hope your having a good day or night

Fairly Clueless - Clooless/Pezzy x reader

Summary: Faceless reader/youtuber plays mind games with the guys

TW: cursing, lmk if I missed anything <3

As I was leisurely walking up to the ticket stand, I grabbed my season pass out of my small black purse that was slung over my left shoulder. The girl saw my pass and let me walk through without a word, which made me quite paranoid. I kept my head on a swivel making sure no one is recording or recognizing me. My hair was flowing down my shoulders, ending at the bottom of my back. 

I kept walking around the vendor section looking for a certain small trinket, to add to my collection of weird little things. My eyes spotted a copper witch broom besom on a skull, as I was about to grab it another hand snagged it up. My eyes trailed their arm up to their face, my eyes widened and I backed up slowly, it was Droids as in ElasticDroid. My eyes wandered around the open area and saw the guys trying to meet up with Droid. 

I played it cool and kept looking around at the vendors table, I was listening into the guys conversation. 

“Droid, we finally found you. Why do you keep moving while we are trying to meet up with you man?” Puffer asked, annoyed .

“Dude, I’m sorry but look what I found! Isn’t it cool, like um uh ____ would have?” Droid questioned excitedly.

“It’s slightly creepy, not gonna lie. But it does seem like ____ would have that on her shelf.” Grizzy responded wearily, he kept his eyes on it.

“Droid, are you buying that for her?” Pezzy asked.

“Duh, of course I am. Why else would I have it in my hand?” Droid snarked back at Pezzy, the guys laughed together. 

I sneakily walked away from the group, I had a master plan forming in my head. I took out my phone to make it look like I was trying to take a picture of the surrounding venue, but really I was taking a picture of the guys.  They were laughing at Droid, as he took out his wallet to pay for my “surprise” new trinket. I opened Discord to send a text. 

*PICTURE*

{You guys look like you are having at that vendor's table ;)}

Before I sent that non-cryptic message, I started walking away, so they wouldn’t see me being suspicious. 

Droid

{Uh what?} 

Pezzy 

{when did you decide to move to Texas, WHAT?!}

Puffer

{Definitely not creepy at all ____}

Grizzy

{Nah this is why I stay home, ____)

{whattttt noooo, definitely not creepy Puffer. <3)

{I always lived in Texas Pezzy}

{love you droid *mwah*}

{Grizzy shush, you love meee}

Droid 

{_____ where are you?}

Grizzy

{yeah, let’s meet up}

Puffer

{Nah, we hate woman lol}

Pezzy

{true fuck woman LMAO}

{I’m really feeling the love guys}

{maybe we will meet up after I do some browsing, and looking at the animals *mwah*}

I put my phone away in my purse and pulled some cash out and stuffed the bills in my pocket. I walked to wing 3B, where they kept the animals. I found a table where you can buy a bucket of food for the fur babies, after my transaction I marched my way through people with a purpose to feed the babies. I reached my first destination of a pen with a momma goat feeding her kids, I tiptoed over to her, grabbed a handful of feed and stretched my arm over the chicken wire fence to have my hand right there in front of her face. Momma goat finally relaxed when she realized I wasn’t here to harm, but to help her take care of her and the babies, she ate right out of my left hand. 

After the goat finished eating I moved onto the other animals, while walking around I spotted the guys again and snapped a quick picture once I got my phone out of my purse. 

*PICTURE*

{Hmmm, you guys must be Clooless} 

{hehhe}

Puffer

{Hahah I see what you did there}

Grizzy

{Reallll funnny}

Pezzy

{*face palm*}

Droid

{ahaha what?} 

{cmon on droid keep up with me}

I put my phone up in one of my pockets in my bottoms. Walking away from the scene to the next animals, llamas. As I was feeding one of the dark caramel colored llamas, I heard a set of footsteps walk up to me. I spun on my heel being face to face with Pezzy, I saw Puffer slowly walking to Pezzy. 

“Yes? How can I help you?” I asked politely, trying not to be suspicious.

“I just wanted to say that my friends but mostly me, think you are really beautiful. Is there any way I can get your number?” Pezzy answered my question with another question. I shifted on the soles of my feet, thinking about it. *they don’t have my number, so might as well give it to them and fuck around with Pezzy later*

“Um yeah sure, do you want to write it down or type it into your phone?” I agreed 

“Oh yeah, my bad.” Pezzy fumbled to get his phone out of his left pocket. He opened his message app and I quickly typed my number in with a contact name of ____.

“Text me later okay?” I suggested with a smile and wave goodbye

“Will do, _____.” Pezzy smiled and walked off 

I was giggling with a small jiggle in my body as I walked to different sections. My brain is reeking with excitement and ideas of how to fully fuck with them and reveal myself to them at the same time. After feeding and visiting all the animals and seeing all the children light up with smiles, I took myself outside to go explore the fair games set up. 

When I arrived at the games, the boys minus Pezzy were standing around with a drink in their hands laughing and picking on each other. I walked shyly up to them acting like I was a fan wanting a picture or a hug.

“I’m so sorry to disturb y’all but is there any way I can take a picture with y’all or at least a hug?” I asked with my cheeks turning a bit pink. 

“Oh my god, yes. C’mon Grizzy take the photo.” Droid said excitedly and set his bag on the ground. I handed my phone to Grizzy, then all of us got in frame, made a funny face and clicked! Photo success!

“If you want, Pezzy should be back any minute if you want one with him.” Grizzy suggested while Puffer was giving me a hawk eye like he was trying to figure me out.

“I would love to, but I have to start heading home. Thank you again, y’all stay safe.” I wish them luck and hopefully I don’t get caught just yet. 

I walked back to my car, unlocked the driver side and slid onto the seat. I took a deep breath to calm my heart rate, my heart feels like it is beating out of my chest. Once my keys were in the ignition and my phone hooked up to my bluetooth stereo, I opened the groupchat to reveal my “prank” on the guys. 

*PICTURE*

{it was nice meeting you guys <3}

Grizzy

{nah, no way you playing?!}

Puffer 

{I TOLD YOU GUYS SHE WAS SUS}

Droid 

{WHAT?! I WAS PLAYED WITH BEFORE I WAS TAKEN TO DINNER}

{I CANT BELIEVE THIS BULLLL SHIT}

Pezzy

{....____?}

{Hi guyssss, I hope you all aren't too mad?}

{I was nervous, don't fully expect me to have face cam on now lol}

{yes, pezz?}

Puffer

{Pezzy you really sought after her didnt you?}

Pezzy

{I DIDNT KNOW ON GOD PUFFER}

Droid

{Now you lost me and grizz}

{we are starting at eachother like 2 big idiots}

Puffer

{you know how pezzy surprisingly got a girls number}

Pezzy

{SHUT UP PUFFER}

Grizzy

{OMG YOU ASKED ____ AND DINT KNOW IT WAS HER!?!?}

Droid

{Pezzy just has that aura mannn}

{well i wasnt gonnnaa say anything…}

{I DIDNT want to put him on the spot like that, cmon puff}

Puffer

{what?! Someone had to dude}

{anywayyyys, I’m heading to Waffle House yall. Yall coming as well? My treat?}

The Saviour of The Day

Summary: On this particular day, __ had a grueling 12-hour shift ahead of her at the hospital, and in the whirlwind of preparing for work, she had forgotten to pack her beloved homemade lunch.

TW: Established relationship, nurse!reader, kisses, loving partner

As the hours ticked away, the stress of the shift crept in, not just from the fatigue of tending to her patients, but also from the gnawing hunger that settled in her stomach. She tried to focus on her tasks—the beeping monitors, the whirl of doctors and nurses, and the grateful smiles from her patients—but all she could think about was how much she missed her delicious lunch, a special recipe from her mom that she looked forward to every day.

Meanwhile, her loving boyfriend, Droid, was at home, eagerly anticipating her lunch break. He knew how hard __ worked and how much she appreciated the flavors of home cooked meals. An idea popped into his head: why not surprise her with an authentic Mexican lunch? He quickly gathered the ingredients and began crafting a masterpiece—three tacos filled with slow-cooked chicken marinated in spices, fresh cilantro, onions, avocado, and a side of zesty salsa. The aroma filled his little kitchen, a blend of comfort and love, as he carefully packed everything into a vibrant container adorned with a photo of their happiest moments together.

As the clock struck noon, Droid set out on his little adventure. He hurried through the busy streets, navigating between other lunch-seekers and dodging the simmering heat of the midday sun. Arriving at the hospital, his heart raced; he couldn’t wait to see the look on __'s face when he surprised her. He made his way to the nurses’ station, his smile as bright as the sun, and asked where he could find her.

With a little guidance, Droid found her in the break room, looking momentarily overwhelmed as she fidgeted with the leftovers of her nurse colleague’s vending machine snack. Just as she turned to pour herself some water, she caught sight of Droid through the doorway, holding the colorful container like a beacon of hope.

“__!” he called, his face lighting up with joy. She spun around, and time seemed to pause for just a moment. When she recognized the food, tears welled in her eyes—happy tears for a love so thoughtful, so kind. It was a moment of pure connection amidst the chaos of her day.

“Droid!” she exclaimed, rushing toward him in a whirlwind of emotion. He wrapped her in a warm embrace, the world around them disappearing as they stood in the glow of their affection. She felt cherished, every ounce of the day’s fatigue lifting in that moment. “I can’t believe you did this for me!”

Droid grinned, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. “I couldn’t let my favorite nurse go hungry. I know how much you love your tacos, and you deserve a real lunch break. Let’s eat!”

They sat together at a small table in the break room, the brightly colored container between them like a treasure chest. As she savored each bite, __ felt grateful not just for the meal but for the love that Droid put into it. The spicy, warm flavors danced on her tongue, and the laughter they shared filled the room with a comforting ambiance that made even the hard day feel lighter.

With every bite, their conversation flowed easily, reminders of joy and plans for their next outing sparking excitement. For those precious few minutes, they shared not just a meal, but a sanctuary from the bustling world outside—two hearts intertwined, sharing a moment of simple happiness in the midst of life’s frantic pace.

As __ reluctantly prepared to return to her duties, she kissed Droid softly, promising to save the rest of the tacos for later. They exchanged a hopeful gaze, knowing that love could transform even the busiest of days into something special.

Furry Baby - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Sly steals the show

TW: Established relationship, lmk if i missed anything

Sly was known far and wide not only for her striking yellow eyes but also for her striking personality. She was an independent feline with an insatiable thirst for attention, especially when she noticed that her humans, you and your boyfriend Pezzy, were glued to the glow of the screens during the late-night Twitch live streams.

One evening, you and Pezzy were deep into an exciting gaming session, determined to reach the next level in your favorite online multiplayer game. The chat was buzzing with enthusiastic viewers, cheering you on and playfully teasing you about your hilarious blunders. Laughter echoed through the room, but little did you know, your loyal feline was on a mission.

Sly perched herself atop the gaming desk, her fluffy tail swishing back and forth like a pendulum, contemplating whether to pounce into the spotlight. Feeling ignored and a bit disgruntled, she let out a melodious meow—an unmistakable cry for attention. Yet, both of you, engrossed in your digital world, barely noticed her plea.

Unfazed, Sly devised a plan. She knew all too well that the allure of the bright screen and the sound of your laughter could be exchanged for some additional cuddles and attention. With feline grace, she leaped down from the desk and padded softly towards the mouse cable. 

With a swift swipe of her paw, the mouse went tumbling away from your side of the desk, causing the screen to flash ominously as your game froze. "What? No!" you exclaimed, your brow furrowing as you realized the culprit behind the chaos. You turned to see Sly sitting innocently beside the fallen mouse, lapping it up like it was the greatest toy in the world.

Pezzy burst into laughter, “Looks like Sly can’t take the neglect anymore!” You both couldn’t help but chuckle, realizing your little furball had orchestrated quite the distraction.

Realizing that it was time to spoil your furry friend, you gave Sly a gentle scratch behind her ears, and Pezzy picked her up, holding her close. “Well, buddy, you certainly know how to steal the show!” Pezzy said, as Sly purred loudly, completely satisfied with the attention.

The chat was alive with laughter, encouraging you both to include Sly in your streams. “Bring Sly into the game!” one viewer suggested. “Let’s see him be the ultimate co-pilot!” another added. With a playful nod of agreement, you decided to make Sly the star of the show.

Suddenly, the dynamic changed. You and Pezzy set up a cozy corner on the stream, fitted with colorful cushions and a mini toy set, making Sly the center of attention. She began batting at the toys while viewers cheered her on, and your own laughter mixed into a symphony of joyful chaos.

From that night onward, Sly became a beloved part of your Twitch streams. With every playful bat at the camera and charming purr, she stole the hearts of countless viewers. And while you continued to navigate through your virtual worlds, your mischievous little Sly never ceased to remind you of the importance of balancing love for your game with the love for your furry companion.

Study Buddy - Droid x Reader

TW: Reader is studying and Droid comes to the resuce

TW: Established relationship

in a cozy little town, a brilliant and hardworking student named ____ was preparing for her final exam in a particularly daunting subject: quantum physics. It was the kind of subject that left students tangled in theories and equations, like a ball of yarn that had somehow escaped the confines of a basket. The night before the exam loomed large, and ____ felt the weight of it pressing down on her heart.

Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone. Her boyfriend, ElasticDroid, was a charismatic and resourceful fellow who was no ordinary human; he was a blend of technology and heart, embodying an uncanny ability to adapt to every situation—much like his name suggested. Knowing the pressure ____ felt, he set out on a mission to make her study session feel less like a burden and more like an adventure.

As the clock ticked deeper into the night, ElasticDroid appeared at ____’s door, arms laden with goodies. “I’ve got your favorite drinks and a treasure trove of snacks!” he declared, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Let’s turn this study session into a feast!”

____’s heart swelled with gratitude. They settled at her desk, surrounded by colorful bags of popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and soda cans fizzing with promise. ElasticDroid expertly rearranged the snacks, creating an array of delightful mini platters while ____ set up her notes, her textbooks, and a glowing laptop.

“Ready to tackle the mysteries of the universe?” he asked playfully, a glint of mischief in his eyes. ____ couldn’t help but chuckle. “Only if you promise not to turn into a physics stand-up comedian halfway through.”

As they began to review the material, ElasticDroid’s adaptive nature came into play. He illustrated complex theories with quirky analogies. “Imagine electrons as tiny, hyperactive toddlers. They don’t like to stay still, and they’re always bumping into each other!” ____ laughed, her tension easing as she enriched her understanding of the uncertainties of quantum mechanics.

Hours slipped by like the swift passage of time in a dream. With each shared snack and soft chuckle, ElasticDroid infused each section of study with fun; he even created mnemonic devices that made the concepts easier to remember. “Remember: The wave-particle duality is like wearing two hats—it depends on whether you’re going to the beach or the party!”

As the night wore on, ____’s eyes grew heavy, but ElasticDroid was always there to gently nudge her awake, offering her another sip of her favorite energy drink and a chocolate-covered almond. “One more chapter and then a break!” he encouraged.

But it wasn’t just the snacks that kept them going. It was the support, the laughter, the camaraderie that wove their late-night study session into a tapestry of unforgettable memories. ____ found herself feeling not just ready but excited about the exam, armed with a sense of reassurance and companionship that made her feel invincible.

Finally, as dawn began to peek through the curtains, revealing a soft golden light, ____ closed her book, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “I think I’m ready,” she said, her voice brimming with confidence.

ElasticDroid smiled back, pride lighting up his features. “You crushed it! But first, how about a victory breakfast?”

With that, they prepared to face the day ahead, filled with promise and adventure. ____ learned not just about quantum physics that night but also about the unbreakable bond she shared with Elastic Droid—a story of love, laughter, and support that would last well beyond the exam itself. And in that small little town, under the blush of the morning sun, the two embarked on a new adventure together, ready for whatever life had in store.

Redeeming - Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Chat redeems Sly, but momma and sly are sleeping

TW: Established relationship, kisses, cursing,

*user_name158 redeem SLY for 200,000*

“Chat tod- nooo i don't want to get Sly.” Pezzy whined

“She’s napping with __. They fell asleep together on the couch. UGH!” "Do I really have to go wake them both?” Pezzy groaned knowing his girlfriend does not like being woken up from a nap.

“Okay, okay chat. I'll go get them both cause I know ___ won't let go of Sly.” Pezzy says getting up from his chair, walking out of his office. 

After a few minutes, Pezzy walks into his office empty handed and chat starts to pop off because he doesn't have sly.

“CHAT FUCKING CALM DOWN!” Pezzy screamed into his microphone

“My girlfriend is bringing her in, any second now. As I stated they both fell asleep. GIVE HER A MINUTE TO FULLY WAKE UP!” Pezzy yells at chat in a scolding tone. Pezzy turns around in his chair calling in his girlfriend to his room.

____ walks into his room looking tired and lost with sly in her hands. Sly is wagging her tail back and forth when ___ walks closer to Pezzy.

“Hi, chat.” ___ greets them sleepily, hiding a yawn behind Sly's fluff. 

“I hear you are wanting to see my little baby.” I say teasingly bouncing Sly up and down slightly

“Yes they do, now chat say"Thank you___” for waking up and bringing Sly in here especially the one guy who redeemed it.” Pezzy said demandingly 

“If they don't say thanks, ban him.” ___ say threateningly as a joke

*Dont worry ill make sure* - mod 

“I can't tell which mod that it is, but thank you!” ____ says gratefully

“Alright chat, I'm going back to bed, say goodbye to sly.” ___ says walking closer to Pezzy. She gives me a kiss on the head and walks away.

“Now, if someone redeems Sly again, refund the points. I am def not risking my life again.” Pezzy informs mods and chat while laughing and smiling.

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.

Pizzazz Pezzy- Pezzy x Reader

summary: helping Pezzy getting ready for stream

TW: Established relationship

As the clock ticked closer to the start time, Pezzy’s girlfriend, __, stepped into his room, her eyes gleaming with excitement and determination. “Alright, Pezzy! Let’s get you ready for your big moment!” she declared, taking charge of the situation with a playful smile.

First, they rummaged through Pezzy's wardrobe, which was a chaotic mixture of graphic tees adorned with gaming logos, hoodies from various conventions, and an array of comfy sweatpants. Pezzy looked a bit overwhelmed. “I want to look cool, but not try too hard!” he exclaimed, nervously running a hand through his tousled hair.

__ chuckled, shaking her head. “You can totally pull off ‘cool’ without being over the top! How about this baggy T-shirt? It’s got Venom on it, but it’s also super stylish.” She picked out his baggy black oversize Venom T-shirt.

“Good choice!” Pezzy nodded appreciatively. “And what about the pants?”

__ glanced over the options. “Let’s go with those black joggers. They’re comfy, look great on you, and you'll definitely be able to move around while gaming.” Pezzy agreed, and soon enough, he was dressed in a perfect blend of style and comfort.

“The final touch!” __ said with a flourish as she reached for his favorite hair gel. With a few expert squirts of the shiny product, she sculpted Pezzy’s hair into a stylish but effortless look, tousling it just enough to give him that cool gamer vibe savored by fans.

“Looks great! I feel ready to conquer the world,” Pezzy grinned, moving to check himself in the mirror. “Not just any world—the digital one!”

With time running short, __ grabbed her phone to fix the lighting and set the camera in place for the stream. She stepped back, admiring their work. “You look like the star you are! Just remember to be yourself out there. Your followers love you for who you are, Pezzy.”

As he adjusted the webcam and clicked to start the stream, he shot her a grateful smile. “Thanks for always having my back, __. I’d be a mess without you!”

The countdown began, and as the timer hit zero, the screen lit up with enthusiastic messages from his excited fans. “Pezzy, you’re here!” The chat buzzed. With a deep breath and confidence surging through him, Pezzy waved to the camera, ready to embark on an unforgettable journey of gaming and fun—all thanks to __’s loving preparations.

Cleaning Chaos - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Cleaning the house on your day off

TW: Kissing, established relationship

It was one of those rare, sun-drenched afternoons when the world felt oddly quiet and time seemed to move at its own leisurely pace. You had been looking forward to this day off, but the urgent weight of chores loomed like an unwelcome guest. Your laundry basket overflowed like a magician's trick gone wrong, scattered socks and shirts forming a daunting mountain. The dishes in the sink were beginning to resemble a small archaeological site in their dusty, greasy layers.

As you tiptoed to the laundry room, you couldn’t help but glance at Pezzy, your boyfriend, who was immersed in his livestream. His animated gestures and laughter were an intoxicating culmination of passion and creativity, each word reaching out to an audience you couldn’t see. You didn’t want to interrupt him; the last thing you wanted was to break that fragile bubble of productivity he had created for himself, especially on a day when he was so close to finishing a big project that had been brewing in the late-night hours.

You decided to be stealthy. Sneaking past him like a cat burglar, you tossed your clothes into the washer, set a timer on your phone, and moved to the kitchen. The clinking of plates and silverware echoed in the room, but you made sure to keep the sounds quiet enough to not invade his space. You turned on the dishwasher, the gentle whirring just barely audible over Pezzy’s lively banter with his fans.

In your mind’s eye, the mop became a dancing partner, twirling around the floor as you swept it clean. You envisioned the dust bunnies scurrying away, forming an alliance against the vacuum but ultimately succumbing to your determination. As you polished the countertops, they transformed into gleaming mounts of shining armor, where little kitchen knights held imaginary jousts over who could keep the mystical realm of “Clean” intact.

Suddenly, the timer on your phone buzzed, tearing you from your whimsical daydream. Quickly, you rushed back to the laundry room and switched the clothes to the dryer, noting how the rhythmic sound reminded you of a distant heartbeat. It felt oddly soothing, almost as if the house was alive, breathing along with you.

After transferring the clothes to the dryer, you paused for a heartbeat, allowing yourself to catch your breath and appreciate the pulsing tranquility of the moment. The soft hum of the dryer felt comforting, like a lullaby sung by the house itself, almost as if the walls had gathered around to support your efforts, whispering words of encouragement.

With a sense of purpose, you gathered the towels and lighter blankets that had somehow migrated to various corners of the house. They were like wayward travelers, each piece harboring its own stories – a splash of water from the shower here, a snippet of laughter from a cozy movie night there. You lovingly tossed them into the washer, imagining each one whispering tales of comfort and warmth.

Setting a new timer, you took a moment to notice the gentle rhythm of the clothes still tumbling within the dryer. Each thud against the metal drum was a reassuring beat, echoing the calm atmosphere that enveloped you. The smell of clean laundry began to mingle with the faint scent of lemon from your cleaning supplies, crafting a fragrant harmony that filled the air.

With the clothes now in motion, you glanced out the window at the golden sunlight streaming through, illuminating the world beyond with a warm glow. It was like an invitation to play, beckoning you to enjoy the beauty that lay outside, but you held the reins of responsibility tightly. There was still more to do, and the day was slipping away faster than you imagined.

You returned to the kitchen to check on things, wiping the table with a newfound vigor. You could hear Pezzy’s voice from the other room, animated and full of life as he engaged with his livestream audience. You couldn’t help but smile at the rhythm of his words; his passion always seemed to inspire you. It was another reminder that teamwork came in many forms – sometimes it was sharing space, and sometimes it was moving in perfect harmony, although at different paces.

With the kitchen gleaming, you made your way back to the magic of laundry. The timer went off, and you hopped back into the laundry room to switch the towels and blankets to the dryer. As you fluffed the new load and sent it on its way, your mind wandered again.

With the rhythm of the dryer humming pleasantly in the background, you entered a meditative state, lost in the comforting flow of your cleaning routine. Folding the fresh load of clothes, you turned the process into a dance, twirling one topped sleeve and then another as if you were leading an elegant partner across the floor of your shared space. Each fold became a moment of gratitude; for a shirt that carried you through countless adventures, for a cozy sweater that wrapped around you like a protective cocoon.

As you finished folding, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the stories behind some of the clothes. The faded tee covered in paint spots belonged to a spontaneous art night with Pezzy, where you both created masterpieces that resembled a wild confrontation of colors rather than actual subjects. The lively plaid flannel reminded you of chilly evenings spent beneath a pile of blankets, laughing over shared memories, and the lighter fabrics invoked the promise of warmer days ahead, filled with sunlit outings.

Once all the pieces were neatly arranged, you grasped a handful and made your way to the shared bedroom, glancing out the window as a soft breeze invited in the twilight. The golden hour cast a warm glow across your space, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

Entering the room, you immediately noticed how it danced with soft shadows, reflecting the charm of the late evening. You began to seek out every drawer, every nook where those freshly folded clothes could find their home. 

With rhythmic precision, you put the t-shirts neatly in the drawer, arranging them by color like a rainbow. Carefully, you placed the pants on their designated shelves, making sure they sat effortlessly as if just waiting for their turn to be worn. As you nestled in the socks, you paired them up, joking internally that they should thank you for rescuing them from the depths of the laundry basket, a place of despair for wayward socks.

As you hung the jackets in the closet, an unexpected realization washed over you. This space, this shared room, and the clothes in it were not simply possessions; they represented the life you built together. Each piece of fabric held a memory, a reminder of shared experiences, laughter, and sometimes even the comfort of silence after a long day. 

Once you finished arranging everything, you stepped back and admired your work. The room exuded a sense of tranquility, with everything in its rightful place, like a harmonious symphony of life.

The sight of Pezzy’s side of the room, cluttered with clothes that were increasingly close to tumbling into a chaotic heap, tugged at your sense of order. It was a far cry from the serene cleanliness you had just established. You hesitated for a moment, marveling at the transformation of your section, but soon reality nudged you to face the truth: the room would feel complete only if both sides were brought into harmony. 

After a moment of contemplation, you took a deep breath and approached the door of his office, adorned with playful sketches of gaming characters and a small handwritten sign that read "Enter if You Dare!" adorned with doodled hearts. You lightly knocked before peeking your head inside. 

His office was a cozy den of creativity, the walls plastered with artwork and quirky posters, and the desk strewn with various gadgets and open notebooks filled with ideas. Pezzy was leaning back in his chair, eyes flickering between his computer screen and a comic book, blissfully unaware of the laundry situation.

“Hey,” you called softly, trying not to disrupt his focus too much. “I’m doing laundry right now. Do you want me to do yours as well?”

He looked up, the comic book teetering precariously in his lap as his expression shifted from concentration to surprise. “Oh! I mean, if it’s not too much trouble,” he replied, blinking at the pile of clothes that called out for attention like a neglected garden. 

“It’s no trouble at all!” you reassured him, stepping fully into the room and gesturing toward the colorful assortment of shirts and pants spilling from the basket. “You know I find peace in all of this chaos.” 

He chuckled, knowing that your penchant for tidiness often clashed with his laid-back approach to cleanliness. “Well, I suppose I’ll just let you work your magic while I conquer this speedrun.”

“Consider it done, mi amor!” you proclaimed, doing a little flourish with your hand before grabbing the basket and turning on your heels. As you walked back to the laundry room, a ripple of affection washed over you. It was endearing how he could immerse himself in a world of creativity while leaving the physical chaos for another day. 

Once back in the laundry room, you began sorting through his clothes, giving each piece your thoughtful attention. Just as with your own, there were stories woven into the fabric—a hoodie with a logo from his favorite band, a shirt that brought back memories of a weekend adventure with friends, and a jacket that bore the marks of many rainy days spent gaming indoors. You couldn’t help but smile as you recognized each article and the memories they held.

With everything sorted into neat piles—lights, darks, and the oddly colored socks that always seemed to end up in his laundry—you powered on the washing machine again, this time filled with his clothes. As the familiar whirl of the water began, you took a moment to lean against the counter, feeling the warmth of the moment surrounding you.

As you glided from room to room, a sense of satisfaction enveloped you. It felt good to take charge of the small spaces you shared, transforming each corner into a cozy retreat. Entering the living room, the light streaming through the windows painted everything in a soft golden hue, accentuating the warmth of home.

Sly, your charming feline companion, lounged lazily on the couch, her eyes half-closed but alert enough to observe your movements. She seemed like an adorable little queen surveying her kingdom, and instinctively, you knew the toys scattered around the room would be the first to fall under your organized touch.

You knelt down, scooping up the colorful assortment of squeaky mice, crinkly balls, and feathery wands, banding them together in your arms like a proud treasure hunter. Each toy brought a smile to your face—Sly had her favorites, the toys she’d take to her perch on the cat tower and those that became instant victims of her mischievous little paws. 

As you placed them back on her tower, Sly watched closely, her tail flicking with curiosity each time a toy settled into its designated spot. You could almost hear her inner monologue, questioning your choices but ultimately satisfied—after all, it was her domain. 

With the toys accounted for, you turned your attention to the blankets that had been carelessly tossed around. Some were draped over the couch, remnants from cozy evenings spent binge-watching shows. You gathered them, folding and fluffing your way to comfort as you created a newly inviting atmosphere. 

The cushions joined the blankets in your organizational spree; you fluffed them expertly, ensuring they sat up proudly, ready to cradle anyone who dared to nestle into the couch. You smirked, appreciating how these small touches transformed the room from a busy, messy space into a cheerful haven, inviting warmth and stories to be shared.

Finally, as you stepped back to admire your handiwork, you spotted some stray bits of cat fur glimmering on the floor. With a chuckle, you grabbed the broom, reminded that Sly’s shedding was a small price to pay for her love. The gentle swishing of the broom across the floor became yet another rhythmic motion, filling the air with the soft sound of sweeping as you mixed practicality and routine with a sprinkle of joy.

The living room soon sparkled, devoid of clutter and full of light and positivity. You took a moment to step back and appreciate the transformation, a little oasis waiting for Pezzy and Sly to join you. Content with your efforts, you turned to check on the washer in the laundry room again, hoping you wouldn't find any sneaky sock thieves lurking around.

As you entered the laundry room, the sound of the machine quietly churning reassured you that everything was going smoothly. You peeked in to check the progress, marveling at how quickly time flew when you were engaged with tasks that filled your heart with warmth. The laundry still churned vigorously, the space filled with the comforting smell of soap and freshness.

After a quick glance at the timer, you decide to return to the living room to grab the remaining items you might need for your laundry missions—detergent, softener, and a few of the mismatched socks that you would pair up later during the folding.

When you returned to the lively living room, Sly had decided to join you on your journey, leaping elegantly from her perch to inspect your progress. She strolled up to you and the neatly arranged toys, giving you a lingering gaze mixed with approval and a subtle demand for playtime.

“Ah, I see you’re interested in a game, Your Majesty,” you laughed, bending down to scratch her behind her ears. She chirped softly, lifting her chin and flaunting her furry coat as if to say, ‘Yes, of course, I'm the center of attention here!’

“Okay, just one quick game before we dive back into the laundry saga, how about that?” you proposed, grabbing her favorite feather toy and giving it a gentle flick. With a playful pounce, Sly transformed into a whirlwind of fur as she chased the feather around, her little feet making soft thumping sounds against the floor.

With chores nearing completion, you made one last dash to put everything away – the bedroom and bathroom received their finishing touches, smooth surfaces gleaming like freshly polished gems. 

With the last remnants of your cleaning spree tidied up, you took a moment to catch your breath. The bedroom and bathroom sparkled, every surface gleamed as if the sun had bestowed its favor upon them. You stood, surveying your work, satisfaction blooming in your chest like a flower coming to life in spring. 

Your moment of peace, however, was fleeting. Just as you turned to head back to the living room, Pezzy’s cheerful voice rang out from his office. “Hey! Baby! Come here for a second!” It was a beckoning, irresistible call, brimming with energy.

You padded over, curiosity piqued as he poked his head out from behind his computer screen. There was an unmistakable glint in his eye that made your pulse quicken. “I want to show you off!” he exclaimed, a playful grin lighting up his face.

Before you could even respond, he gestured for you to come into the office. As you entered, the enchanting world of his stream unfolded around you—lights glowing, cameras ready, and the chat scrolling above his head, illuminated with excited messages from his audience. 

“What do you think, chat? Isn’t my girlfriend the best?” Pezzy asked, his voice thrumming with delight. The chat erupted into a flurry of hearts and exclamations, enthusiasm overflowing as they welcomed you into the spotlight.

Before you could say a word, Pezzy reached out, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you close. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, the world outside fading into a hazy background as time froze for just a moment. The joy radiating from him intertwined with yours, creating a bubble of warmth that felt almost magical in the midst of the chaotic streaming environment.

“Say hi to everyone!” he prompted gently, his eyes sparkling as he turned to the camera. You found yourself giggling, your cheeks flushed from a blend of exertion and the nervous thrill of being on camera. “Hey, everyone!” you managed to exclaim, waving your hand animatedly. More hearts and playful messages flooded the chat, each one making your heart swell with a sense of belonging.

You decided to embrace the moment—taking a seat on Pezzy’s lap, basking in the shared laughter that filled the air. In this little cocoon, you felt connected to him, to the audience, and to the joy of being present. For a minute, everything felt right, and the stresses of the day melted away into pure euphoria.

But then, just as your moment of bliss seemed perfect, a timer chimed, breaking the spell with its decisive ding. “Ah! The laundry!” you exclaimed, jumping up slightly at the sound, and suddenly remembered the chores still awaiting you.

Pezzy chuckled, his playful demeanor never faltering. “Looks like you’ll have to go save the laundry from certain doom,” he teased, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “But don’t think you’re getting away that easily—I still need you for my stream!”

“Only for a few more minutes!” You laughed, the reality of your day inching back into focus. “Then laundry duty calls!” 

“Fine! Just one more minute…” he relented dramatically, pulling you back toward him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he leaned in closer as the camera captured your playful banter, the chat now buzzing with a new wave of excitement and joyful comments about your dynamic partnership.

The minutes flew by in a charming whirlwind of playful conversation and laughter. You took turns answering questions from the chat, relaying stories about your shared adventures and the little antics that had made your life together feel so vibrant. The joy of sharing this moment filled you both, the love and laughter circling around you like a well-loved melody.

With one final laugh and a promise to continue the fun later, it was time to bid the chat farewell, leaving the cozy office filled with cheer. You swiftly leaped off Pezzy’s lap, nudging him playfully as you headed toward the laundry room once again, ready to tackle the next chapter in the day’s adventures.

As you walked away, you could already feel the warmth of the moment lingering like a sweet aftertaste, carrying the delightful chaos of the day into a beautiful tapestry of shared experiences.

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Rain Dance

Summary: Dancing in the rain can help with some excietment

TW: Established relationship, kissing,

As you yanked your boyfriend, ElasticDroid, off the couch, a burst of laughter escaped your lips. His surprise was etched on his face as he stumbled slightly, his human form momentarily swaying under the sudden tug. You all but dragged him through the front door, and the brisk scent of petrichor filled your lungs as the raindrops tapped a playful rhythm on the pavement outside.

"Wait!" he called out, amusement sparkling in his eyes, but you were already outside, the cool droplets soaking in around you like a warm embrace. You've always dreamt of this moment—dancing together in the rain, letting the world fade away, leaving only the sound of your laughter mingling with the pitter-patter of raindrops.

You spun around, arms open wide, letting the rain splash against your outstretched palms. With each drop that fell, you felt freer, lighter, as if the whole universe was conspiring to grant your wish. ElasticDroid joined you, and without a second thought, he reached for your hand.

“Is this how the story goes?” he said, grinning, his eyes twinkling like stars against the gray sky. “Dancing in the rain?”

“Exactly!” you replied, your voice almost drowned out by the rain. “Let’s make our own story!”

You began to twirl and jump, your feet splashing through puddles, creating mini explosions of water that sent droplets glimmering through the air like tiny diamonds. ElasticDroid laughed, his laughter harmonizing with the rain’s song, and soon he was copying your moves, albeit with his own flair. 

“Watch this!” he said, bending his knees and launching into a mock ballet leap that sent his body soaring into the air for just a second too long. Gravity pulled him down, but his ElasticDroid powers allowed him to land gracefully in a puddle, sending water flying in all directions.

You doubled over in laughter, the sound echoing off the houses lining the street. “I think you just invented a new dance style!” You couldn’t help but tease as you dove into the puddle next to him, joining the impromptu performance.

With a wild sense of adventure in your hearts, you both started a splash battle, leaping and dodging between the rain-soaked pools on the sidewalk. Each splash was met with squeals of delight, some playful shoves, and embraces filled with joy. The rain and laughter merged into a symphony of happiness and freedom, erasing the worries of the day.

It wasn’t long before you laid back on the wet grass, your breathing heavy from laughter, staring up at the clouds. While the rain continued to play its sweet melody around you, ElasticDroid turned to look at you. “You know, I love moments like these,” he said softly, leaning on his elbow, a playful seriousness crossing his features.

“Me too,” you replied, shifting to rest your head on his shoulder. “Who cares about getting wet or muddy when there’s always magic in the air?”

The rain eventually began to ease, and the clouds broke slightly to let rays of sunlight peek through, illuminating the world with a golden glow. You both sat up, soaking wet but blissfully happy, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

As the first rays of sunlight broke through the dissipating clouds, the world around you transformed. The waterlogged grass shimmered like emeralds in the warm glow, and the droplets still clinging to the leaves glinted like jewels set against the sky. You looked into ElasticDroid's eyes, which sparkled with shared joy and laughter, and felt your heart swell with affection.

In that magical moment, everything else faded away—the world, the noise of the city, the remnants of the rain. It was just the two of you and a timeless connection. Instinctively, you raised your arms to wrap them around his neck, drawing him closer as you leaned into him. His warmth enveloped you like a welcome blanket, contrasting perfectly with the coolness left by the rain.

You stood on your tiptoes, your heart racing, as you leaned in for a kiss. The world melted away as your lips met his, soft and tender, a revelation amidst the lingering chaos. The sun’s rays painted shadows on your faces, accentuating the sheer joy of the moment—everything around you became a soft-focus backdrop to what felt like a perfect dream.

Electricity crackled in the air, as if magic itself sparked between you. The kiss deepened, both of you pouring your laughter, your playful moments, and your shared love into this single, powerful exchange. A feeling of completeness washed over you, stirring all the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry of delight.

As you pulled away, breathless and grinning, a sense of triumph filled your heart. “You know,” you said playfully, looking up into his eyes, “we really should dance in the rain more often. It seems to bring out our best selves.”

ElasticDroid chuckled, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face. “I think we just unlocked a secret level of joy,” he replied, his voice deep and warm. “Every rainy day should come with a dance card!”

Just then, a gentle breeze stirred the air, sending a few stray droplets around you, as if nature itself were joining in on your celebration. You both laughed again, this time more softly, as you broke from your embrace and stepped back from the puddles that now surrounded you. 

“Let’s make a pact,” you suggested, eyes sparkling with inspiration. “For every rainy day we get, we’ll dance together—anywhere and everywhere. Our own little tradition.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said, his smile wide and genuine. “But just so you know, I have no qualms about embarrassing myself to make you laugh.”

“And that’s why I love you!” you teased lightly, giving his arm a playful squeeze as you both turned back toward the house.

As you made your way inside, still dripping wet but feeling as if you were glowing, you could hardly contain your excitement for the next adventure. You knew that life was not just about the days that were sunny and warm; it was also about finding love and laughter, even in the rain.