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Fainting Spell Interrupts

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

TW: Fainting, sick!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I apologize cuz this is about to be LONG.

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

Fallen During Halloween

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

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

Okay, here we go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, we were kissing.

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

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

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

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

The red light.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love Struck

Summary: As the soft glow of the moonlight filtered into the bedroom, casting gentle shadows on the walls, Droid lay beside you, propped on one elbow, whispering sweet nothings that danced on your skin like a feather light touch. The room was still, but his voice filled it with warmth.

TW: Established relationship, reliving memories, soft love

Inspired by Can't you see

“You know,” he began, his fingers playing with the strands of your hair as he peered into your eyes, “there are moments—little fragments of time—that play like a movie in my mind, reminding me why I fell for you.” His gaze softened, a fond smile teasing at the corners of his lips as he spoke, the memories illuminating his features.

“There was this day at the café when I first noticed you across the room,” he said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “You were sitting there, your brow slightly furrowed, deep in thought, but there was something else. Behind that blank facade, I could see a warmth that drew me in. Like the chill of the winter air suddenly giving way to spring sunlight.”

You smiled softly, recalling the moment, the way his eyes had sparkled with curiosity as he watched you, and the way your heartbeat quickened when you caught him staring back.

Droid continued, “And then you caught me… your lips curled into that playful smirk, and I knew I was done for. You batted your lashes, teasing me. I tried to glare, you know, to keep my stoic composure, but inside I was melting. That laugh of yours—the loud, boisterous kind—echoed through my mind, sealing the deal. It was impossible not to be intrigued.”

He paused, a distant look crossing his face. “And that one time at the gallery, when you beamed with pride at my photography,” he said, his smile widening with the memory. “You had this way of looking at me, like you believed in me and my dreams. It filled me with this childish joy, bursting at the seams. That’s what made me realize I wanted to be by your side.”

You shifted closer, and Droid lowered his voice to a soft whisper as if sharing a cherished secret. “In that busy room, with all the people around, it was you who caught my eye, my heart. I remember how your pupils dilated the moment you saw my work, how your excitement was infectious. It was like everything quieted down, and all that mattered was us.”

He reached out to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin. “Even now, as you drift asleep, there’s a peace in your face that calms me. I love you, and I love these moments—how they linger in the air between us. How you bring warmth to my coldest days and fill my heart with trust.”

Awaken To Love

Summary: A gentle sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the bedroom floor. The usual sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves filled the air, but there was something different about this morning.

TW: Soft love morning, established relationship, kisses, heart warming

You slowly stirred from your slumber, warmth enveloping you like a soft blanket. The soothing presence at your side belonged to Grizzy, your boyfriend, who had an incredible way of making every morning feel extraordinary. His arm was draped over you, and a sense of safety and contentment washed over you.

As you sat up, the faint aroma of coffee wafting from the kitchen beckoned you. But first, you decided to complete your morning ritual of makeup application. You loved this part of your day, it was your time to shine. Opening your cherished makeup pallet—a rainbow of colors and glimmers—your breath caught in your throat. Nestled amongst the shimmering shadows was a note, neatly folded and adorned with a tiny heart.

With trembling fingertips, you opened it, and a warm blush crept across your cheeks as you read the words penned by Grizzy: "I am falling in love with you every. single. day." Your heart fluttered; no ordinary message could evoke such intense warmth and joy. It was like a sprinkle of magic had descended upon your mundane routine, enveloping you in a cocoon of affection.

Eager to express your gratitude and love, you turned to Grizzy, still peacefully asleep. His tousled hair and serene expression melted your heart all over again. You couldn’t help but smile. With a soft kiss on his forehead, you whispered, "Thank you for this wonderful surprise."

Grizzy stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and a sleepy smile spread across his face. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, pulling you closer. In that moment, all was right in the world. You both shared a perfect intimacy that felt like a piece of art—an unspoken bond that connected your souls.

After a warm breakfast filled with laughter and playful banter, you both decided to make the most of the day. It was a special Saturday, and the annual Autumn Festival was in full swing in the town square. With vibrant decorations and the sweet smell of caramel apples wafting in the air, the festival was a celebration of life, love, and the magic of togetherness.

Hand in hand, you meandered through the lively crowd. You enjoyed the vast array of food stalls, opened your hearts to live music, and giggled at the silly carnival games. Each moment felt like a treasure, and Grizzy’s charming jokes, along with the closeness you shared, filled your heart to the brim.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and lavender, you found a quiet spot under a giant oak tree, where autumn leaves danced around you. Sitting side by side and sharing your dreams, fears, and aspirations, you both carved a place in each other's hearts that felt everlasting.

“Can you believe this?” Grizzy asked, eyes twinkling with excitement as he pointed towards the horizon. “Every day feels like an adventure with you, and I can’t wait to keep falling in love with you even more.” 

Your heart swelled with joy as you thought of what the future could hold—filled with countless mornings of whispered notes, warm embraces, and magic moments under the stars.

Lingering Trauma

Summary: In a cozy little house filled with warmth and laughter, there lived a brave girl named __ She had faced many challenges in life, but the scars of a traumatic car crash had left her with lingering chronic back pain and muscle spasms. Some days were tougher than others and today was shaping up to be one of those days.

TW: chronic pain, established relationship, car crash (effects)

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through my window, ___ woke up with a familiar pang in my spine, dreading the day ahead. I had made it my mission to seize each day, no matter the challenges. Today, determined not to let the pain win, I got dressed and headed to the living room where I could hear Pezzy was engrossed in his usual banter with his chat audience in his office. It was a lively scene, full of friendly chatter and laughter – it was one of those simple moments that made my heart feel light, even when my back felt heavy.

In the midst of his streaming, I felt the tightening of my muscles begin to spiral out of control, squeezing and locking my back into a terrible grip. Panic bubbled up inside me as the frustration of my body’s betrayal settled in. I tried to text Pezzy, my fingers fumbling on the small screen, but he was too captivated by his chat to notice his phone going off.

"Okay, think, ___," I whispered to myself. With a deep breath, I decided to use a different tactic. I typed into the chat, hoping that Pezzy would see it and come to my rescue. The chat was buzzing with activity, and luckily, one of my friends/fellow moderators, Mia, was also on.

"Hey Pezzy, can you take a quick break? __ is needing your help real quick!" Mia sent into the chat on my behalf.

Just as the words sent a wave of anticipation through me, Pezzy finally glanced at his phone, his expression shifting from joy to concern in an instant. After a brief look at the chat, he quickly turned off his camera; he switched his screen to one of his premade screens and rushed into the living room, worry etched on his face.

“___!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency. “What’s wrong?”

With a shaky breath, I looked up at him, my voice strained but determined, “My back... it’s locked up. I can’t move.”

Without hesitation, Pezzy came to my side and gently helped me stand up, supporting my shoulders and guiding me slowly towards the bedroom. Every careful step felt like a mini-mountain to climb, but ___ felt grateful for his steady presence beside me.

Once inside, Pezzy dashed to the nightstand and grabbed the familiar bottle of medicine, shaking out the right dose while quietly assuring me, “You’re doing great, babe. Just breathe. I’m here.”

With a hopeful heart, I swallowed the medicine, feeling an imminent wave of relief wash over me with every passing moment. Pezzy sat beside me on the bed, holding my hand tightly. “You’re so strong for pushing through today,” he said gently. “Next time, just let me know earlier. You don’t have to do it alone.”

Clooless Queen

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

TW: play flirting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Devastating Dinner

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

TW: Angst, Breakup, Tears

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucky Pack

Summary: It was a bright Saturday afternoon, and the small but cozy room was filled with the low hum of excitement and the soft glow of LED lights that illuminated the gaming setup. The camera was rolling, and you could feel the anticipation in the air as you prepared for yet another Pokémon card pack opening on Pezzy’s stream.

TW: Kissing, language, established relationship,

I had recently gotten my nails done, each finger adorned with intricate designs that shimmered like a treasure trove. Pezzy couldn’t help but beam with pride, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he often referred to me as "his hand model." I was hoping that today was special because I wanted to pull something fantastic from the packs, slightly wishing that he didn’t buy anymore packs.

As the packs were stacked on his desk, the aroma of cleaner and nostalgia wafted through the air, curling around me like a playful spirit. The chat was abuzz, a mixture of viewers cheering for your luck and a few teasing Pezzy about how he was just as excited to see you as he was about the cards. I smiled, my fingers gliding over the shiny wrappers, feeling the thrill of the hunt. I thanked a couple of chatters for complimenting my nails and my rings; reaching for the next pack.

With each pack I opened, I revealed cards filled with magnificent Pokémon illustrations, and the energy in the room heightened. I could hear Pezzy narrating, his voice laced with excitement, encouraging me with every flip of a card. The viewers echoed his enthusiasm as they guessed what card would come next.

And then it happened. As I peeled back the final card from a Fusion Strike pack, my eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that…?” I gasped, barely able to contain my excitement and slight relief. The Gengar full art card glimmered under the lights, its vivid colors and stunning artistry mesmerizing the audience. 

Pezzy’s reaction was instantaneous “OH SHIT!”— he erupted into a nearly uncontrollable frenzy of joy. The man who was usually calm and collected had lost his cool. “No way! No way! You got it!” he exclaimed, his voice reaching an octave that made even the viewers giggle. 

And before I could fully register the monumental card I had just pulled, Pezzy was wrapping me in a tight embrace, lifting me off the ground as he spun me around like a whirlwind. My laughter filled the room, infectious and pure. "You did it! You really did it!" he blurted out between kisses, the sweetness of the moment overwhelming.

His chaotic joy felt like fireworks, vibrant and illuminating. I could hardly process what was happening as he showered me with affection, his kisses warming my cheeks, his voice a mismatched blend of excitement and adorable nonsense. “We’re going to be done with this pack! You’re the best in the world! I can’t believe this!”

“Guys, chat, wait let's look at the centering is not that bad. BUT WE GOT THE CARD CHAT!” He sagged into his chair, pulling me into his lap; holding me like a childs’ favorite stuffed animal. “We can finally rest, I feel complete. I’m throwing the rest away.”

“UH uh sir, you spent money on those, you gonna open.” I say with sass while reading chat, they were all happy that Pezzy finally got his card, some were laughing at my response to him. “C’mon on beautiful grab another pack then.” He gestured as he laughed and laid his head on my back. 

Girl Friend Moment V. Puffer

Summary: Clip inspired (original clip was Droid)

TW: Established relationship, cute moment, kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Midnight Mischief

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Selfless Love

Summary: They were as different as night and day: ___ had a penchant for cozy afternoons spent with a good book, while Grizzy thrived on adventure, his heart racing at the thought of exploring new worlds through his video games. One bright morning, however, a thick fog of illness rolled in, shrouding ___ in an unexpected bout of sickness.

TW: Sick!Reader, established relationship

Bedridden and feeling as heavy as a rain cloud, she was surrounded by tissues and comforters that piled high like mountains around her. Despite the discomfort, a soft smile danced across her lips when she saw Grizzy enter the room, the embodiment of warmth and laughter.

As the door creaked open, Grizzy made his entrance like a breath of fresh air colliding with the stillness of the room. He wore his usual goofy grin, the kind that could lighten even the heaviest of hearts. His bright hoodie was speckled with video game characters, a hint of the adventures he often embarked upon in the pixelated worlds he loved.

With expert precision, he placed a steaming bowl of oatmeal topped with honey and slices of fruit on her bedside table, followed by a steaming herbal tea, the fragrant aroma wafting gently through the air.

“With a sprinkle of magic and a dollop of love, this meal shall heal all woes!” Grizzy proclaimed, bowing as if presenting a royal feast.

“Why thank you, dear chef!” ___ replied, her voice soft but bubbling with warmth. “I can already taste the love!”

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Grizzy watched her take bites of the oatmeal, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and adoration. He’d sneak in a kiss on her forehead every now and then, his lips lingering on her skin as if hoping to transfer a little of his energy to her.

“Ah, my magnificent queen of cozy!” he proclaimed, his arms wide open as if to embrace the very room itself. “I’ve come to banish the gloomy clouds that dare hover around you!”

___ chuckled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Clouds can’t be banished without a little sunshine, you know.”

“Then consider me a walking, talking ray of sunshine!” He struck a pose, puffing out his chest with exaggerated pride. “But first, let’s make sure you’re as comfy as possible.” 

After arranging the mountains of comforters, Grizzy plucked a pillow from the pile and, with a flourish, swung it around like a swordsman twirling his blade. “For the noble battle against the forces of illness!” he declared, tossing the pillow gently toward her, as light as a feather.

Feeling a renewed sense of comfort, ___’s smile widened, and she couldn’t help but appreciate the effort he put into making her feel better. “You always know how to turn my misery into something to smile about,” she admitted, her heart warming at his playful antics. “Thank you, my love.”

“Guess what,  gorgeous,” he said with an exaggerated flair, exploding her somber bubble with his infectious energy. “I know you’re feeling crummy, but I’ve got a secret weapon for you!”

___ raised an eyebrow, curiosity brightening her eyes, even if just a little. 

“Come closer,” Grizzy whispered dramatically, leaning down as if sharing a clandestine plan. “Your boyfriend is about to forgo his usual recording schedule and instead, he’ll be live-streaming our favorite game—just for you!”

___ couldn’t help but giggle, even though her throat was still sore. “You don’t have to do that,” she protested weakly, grateful yet concerned that he was sacrificing his work for her sake.

“Nonsense! I can’t stand to see you like this,” Grizzy declared boldly, already setting up his streaming equipment. “They can wait! Plus, who wouldn’t want to see me on an epic adventure? With you cheering me on, it’ll be quite the spectacle!”

___ chuckled softly, her heart swelling with affection as she watched Grizzy juggle his streaming setup. He always had a flair for the dramatic, but today, his intentions were pure and heartfelt. Little did he know how significant this gesture was to her spirit, especially in a time of feeling so frail and isolated.

After breakfast, Grizzy grabbed the tissues and carefully set them within reach. “All set for our cozy day?” he asked, taking her hand in his and squeezing it gently.

“Absolutely. Just don’t forget the cuddles, after the stream!” she replied, her laughter soothing like honey to his ears.

With the character setup complete, Grizzy launched into the game, immersing both himself and ___ into a vibrant world filled with quests and colorful landscapes. The moment he slipped into his persona, Grizzy became a whirlwind of energy, performing stunts and dramatic gestures even the characters couldn’t match.

As the game nearing its epic conclusion, Grizzy’s energy was contagious, wrapping ___ in a cocoon of enthusiasm. He finished the last level with an exuberant flair, playing up the moment as if he had just saved an entire kingdom from certain doom.

“We did it!” he cheered, spinning around in glee before landing back on the chair, looking a bit winded but still radiating joy. “And now, it’s time for the promised cuddles!”

Their laughter still echoing in the air, they nestled deeper into the blankets. The world outside faded as the soft light of the afternoon slanted through the window, creating a golden glow around them. 

For ___, the burdens of sickness fell away as she savored the warmth of Grizzy beside her. The camaraderie they shared while gaming carved out a small oasis in her mind, one filled with vibrant adventures and endless support. It was a reminder that even in moments of frailty, love could weave magic into the day, brightening their little world, making the ordinary feel extraordinary.

As they cozied up, Grizzy whispered endearingly, “Hey baby, do you want to watch a movie to fall asleep to?” 

“Movie marathon sounds perfect,” ___ replied, envisioning a night filled with comfort—snuggles and popcorn as they stepped themselves in the warmth of familiar stories.

Fun Lovin'

Summary: Droid and his enchanting girlfriend, who had a playful spirit that matched her gleaming smile. Theirs was an unconventional love story, which often unfolded in amusing moments shared between gaming marathons and everyday life

TW: Established relationship, kissing, teasing

Droid gets up from his gaming chair in his office, looking at his stream feedback. As he was stepping away, “What the fuck?!” He exclaimed while patting his ass three times. “Damn my ass fat.”

While he was still admiring himself in his camera all the stream could hear in the background was “HELL YEAH IT IS!” ___, his girlfriend screamed from downstairs. He started busting out laughing, he fell down to the floor from laughing so hard after hearing __.

“Baby! What the hell?” Droid gasping for air choked that out back at her, hearing her footsteps running up stairs. 

“What? It's true! And you wonder why I smack your ass so much?” I shrugged innocently, while waving to the camera so chat knows that I acknowledge them, so they don't get all salty. 

“Jesus baby, c’mere.” He got up off the floor waving to me. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him giving him a good bear hug, and vice versa. I lifted my head from his chest, he looked back down at him and gave me a smooch on the lips. We unraveled from each other and he sent me on my way back to the kitchen, with a smack on my ass.

“Babe! Owie.” I screamed in shock, rubbing my butt where he whacked me. I had a pouty lip, or a boo-boo lip, Droid walked back up to me. He made sure that the stream of the camera could see me, his figure/stature blocked me. Our eyes locked on each other my ___ eyes and his brown eyes, he captured me in his arms; hands resting on my waist. He leaned down to give me a proper kiss, “I’m sorry not sorry, you little baby.” He jokingly apologized and we both laughed. 

MakeUp Disaster?

Summary: You finally got Pezzy to agree to do his makeup, after you di his nail. This is how it went...

Tw: Established relationship, funny moment

As I squeezed the last bit of black eyeliner through the felt tip, I glanced over at Pezzy, trying to get his attention. But he was too busy squirming in his chair, his eyebrows furrowing as I attempted to draw on the bad-boy biker look we’d both envisioned. “Just stay still, will you?” I chuckled, but he shot me a guilty smile, clearly nervous about the transformation.

“I can’t help it! It tickles!” he protested, leaning back instinctively as I drew closer to his eye. I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing he was mostly teasing, but there was a glimmer of genuine apprehension behind his bravado. There was something undeniably charming about watching him flinch away from the brush, particularly when he was trying so hard to embrace the tough exterior he thought the internet wanted to see.

“Pezzy, everything would be a lot easier if you fucking sat still,” I said, half-serious, half-joking. I knew it was a bit harsh, but I had to make my point, and we were on a bit of a time crunch before his stream started. 

He chuckled, an easy smile breaking through his feigned annoyance. “Okay, okay, I’ll try.” But I could see it was going to be an uphill battle. Each time I approached with the eyeliner, he’d flinch like a cat unsure of a bathtub.

“Look,” I said, holding up the other items I had meticulously prepared. “If you can sit still, I promise we’ll finish this badass look up with a fake scar—like you just came back from a biker bar brawl. It’ll be worth it!”

His eyes widened at the thought, and I could see the glimmer of excitement creeping in. “Do you really think it’ll look good?”

“More than good,” I assured him, dipping the brush into the scar wax. “You’ll look like the hottest bad-boy on the block.”

His shoulders relaxed a little at that, and he finally sat up straight, eyeing me with newfound determination. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s do this!”

With a grin, I went in for round two, the eyeliner gliding better this time as he focused on a space just above my shoulder, keeping his gaze steady. I could feel the thrill of the transformation, both of us immersed in the world we were creating. It wasn’t just makeup for his stream; it was a moment of connection, of laughter, of embracing the unexpected.

By the time we were adding the finishing touches, the nervous energy had shifted into something electric. With a final flourish, I added the fake scar, and we both stood back to admire the transformation. Pezzy looked ruggedly handsome, caught between cute and dangerous. 

“Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad,” he admitted, pushing a hand through his hair as he eyed himself in the mirror. We both burst into laughter, fingers brushing against each other's, celebrating this quirky little moment before he hit the stream button. 

As the camera flicked on, Pezzy flashed a confident, mischievous smile to his audience, ready to embrace his bad-boy persona, and somehow, it felt like we were both in this together.

As the stream began and Pezzy’s face lit up with the glow of the ring light, I could feel the excitement buzz in the air. The chat exploded with emojis and comments, and for a moment, I watched him transform in real time, embodying the bad-boy persona we had conjured up. 

“Welcome back, everyone!” he announced, his voice steady and playful. As he leaned back in his chair, the eyeliner framed his eyes perfectly, making them stand out even more against the backdrop of his casual leather jacket. I couldn’t help but grin, but I also felt a twinge of nervousness. How would his followers react to this new look?

“Check out this badass scar, guys!” he said, swiping a hand across his brow, exaggerating the motion. The chat was filled with reactions, everything from heart-eyes to astonished gasps. “I just got back from a wild ride on my motorcycle—” he paused, glancing at me with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “—not really, I just let my girlfriend play makeup artist.”

I chuckled softly as I nestled on the edge of the frame, ready to support him from the sidelines. As the banter rolled on, I could see Pezzy growing more confident. He leaned into the camera, igniting the chat with every snappy comeback and playful wink. 

“Okay, who gets the ‘bad boy’ vibe from me?” he asked, feigning an intimidating glare that made the audience erupt in laughter. The comments flooded in, praises and jokes alike, a chorus of cheers for his new look. 

But then, someone in the chat wrote something unexpected: “Why is he trying to be someone he’s not?” 

I felt the air thicken, a buried tension rising. I glanced at Pezzy, but the faux toughness never wavered from his expression. He put his hand under his chin, contemplating the comment. “You know, just because I look a bit different doesn’t mean I'm not still me,” he replied, voice steady, slightly filled with anger “I can tell you have no fun in your life, gonna die alone.” 

The chat saved him, showering him with encouragement. I watched as he navigated through the conversation with grace, knowing that deep down, his essence remained untouched, even draped in eyeliner and a scar. 

After a while, he turned to me, the lines of tension around his mouth softening. “Thanks for this, babe,” he said quietly, eyes sparkling with sincerity. “I didn’t think I’d be able to pull it off.”

I smiled back, feeling a rush of pride for him. “You’ve pulled off way tougher things than this. It’s all part of the fun!”

As the stream continued, Pezzy chatted with his followers about everything camping to his newfound biker persona, pulling from his quick wit as the comments flew by, feeding off the laughter of others joining in on this wild ride. 

I had to admit, as he leaned back and teased the audience, the spark of joy in his expression was contagious. It was as if we had both ridden into a new adventure, and I couldn’t help but enjoy this side of him—the side that was willing to experiment, and let loose, knowing I was right there beside him, cheering him on in the background.

As the stream started winding down, Pezzy took a moment to thank his fans individually, reading out names and encouraging words. “And a huge thank you to my amazing girlfriend, ___, for helping me with this look and not giving up on me when I was squirming like a little baby!” he beamed with laughter, the warmth in his voice ringing true, grounding the eccentricity of the scarred biker persona we created.

Cozy Love

Summary: In each other’s arms, you found solace, adventure, and a gentle reminder that sometimes, the world behind closed doors—with music, kisses, and lazy afternoons—is where the most magical moments unfold.

Tw: Established relationship, kisses, cuddling

As the gentle notes of a soft melody wafted through the room, a sense of peace enveloped the cozy living space. The afternoon sunlight danced through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the couch where you and Blarg were nestled together, minds drifting like clouds above.

Blarg, with his tousled hair and playful smile, looked down at you with eyes that sparkled like stars in a darkened sky. He brushed a stray hair behind your ear, the tender gesture making your heart flutter. "We could just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm that wrapped around your senses.

The warmth of his body against yours, the rhythm of his heartbeat, and the way his laughter danced in the air created an oasis of intimacy. Everything else—the chores, the errands, and even the ticking clock—drifted away. You leaned closer, tilting your head to capture his lips in a deep kiss. It was a kiss that sent electric currents through your soul, igniting a fire that enveloped you both.

You each melted into the moment, your surroundings slipping into a dreamlike state. The kiss lingered, full of promise and passion, as if it was a secret language only the two of you could understand. It was a promise of adventures yet to come, of lazy mornings wrapped up in each other's arms, and of nights filled with whispered hopes and dreams beneath a blanket of stars.

As you pulled away slightly, just enough to smile at each other, you could feel the warmth radiating between your souls. "What should we do today?" you asked playfully, tucking your head back into the crook of his shoulder. 

Blarg chuckled softly. "We could binge-watch that series we’ve been talking about, or we could get creative with dinner," he replied, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your arm.

You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his as you stole soft kisses, each one deeper than the last. The kisses weren't just lips meeting; they were unspoken promises, little fireworks igniting between you, lighting up the lazy day with vibrant energy. One kiss, in particular, lingered longer than the rest, drawing you both into its magic. Time lost all meaning as you melted into each other, a world of your own where nothing else mattered.

"Nah let's just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with content. 

Blarg chuckled softly, the sound resonating through his chest, making you smile against his lips. “That sounds perfect. I could get lost here with you forever.” His thumb brushed gently along your cheek, and for a moment, it felt like the universe itself had conspired to give you this tranquility.

With nothing to distract you from each other, you began to share stories—quirky tales from your childhood that made you both burst into laughter, dreams for the future that felt awash with hope, and quiet moments of reflection where you simply appreciated the presence of the other. Wrapped in each other’s warmth, hidden from the world outside, you knew this cozy, lazy day was more than just an afternoon; it was a cherished memory being etched into your hearts.

The music played on softly, weaving a delicate tapestry of sound that accompanied your laughter and whispers. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of raindrops began to tap against the window. You glanced outside and saw how nature had decided to join your cozy moment, painting the world in a fresh, soothing palette.

Blarg tightened his embrace, pulling you even closer as the rain danced outside. “I think we just found the perfect reason to stay right here,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. And as you settled deeper into his embrace, the rhythmic sound of rain harmonizing with soft melodies, you felt an immense sense of belonging, your heart swelling with joy.

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.

Date with a Secret Identity

Summary: The girl, ___, was an aspiring artist who saw the world through swirls of color and imagination. Her boyfriend, Smii7y/Jared, was a quiet guy, at least when he wasn't in front of a camera. Little did __ know, the reason their date had sparked some curious glances was because of a secret that Smii7y had kept from her.

TW: Fake Name used, established relationship, secrets

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the couple strolled through the local park, hand in hand, delighted to be in each other’s company. Children played, dogs barked, and the scent of kettle corn filled the air. I was lost in my thoughts, envisioning the next masterpiece I would create while Jared tried to enjoy our time together, despite the curious stares we received.

“See that guy over there? He keeps looking over here, mostly at you, which is weird,” I said, chuckling lightly as I nudged my boyfriend with my elbow.

Jared laughed, “Yeah, I’m kind of a legend around here.” 

I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on my lips. “Really? I thought you just played video games and posted funny stuff online. What kind of legend gets recognized at the park?”

“Oh, just the kind that’s super modest,” he replied with a wink. “I just make silly videos, that’s all.”

He hoped her belief in his understated self-image would remain intact, as he tried to let it roll off his back. But inside, he felt a twinge of guilt. He cherished their time together, but how could he explain his world to someone who had no idea he was one of the most recognized YouTubers, creating a whirl of popularity in the gaming community?

As we settled on a nearby bench to enjoy our snacks, the curious guy approached us. He was in his late teens, wearing a hoodie emblazoned with a video game controller. “Excuse me,” he stammered, clearly nervous. “Are you… Smii7y?”

I watched my boyfriend in surprise. His calm demeanor didn’t match the surprise flickering in my heart. 

“Uh, yeah,” Jared replied, his voice steady. The recognition sparked in the young man’s eyes. “I’m a huge fan. Can I take a picture with you?”

My heart raced with both excitement and confusion. A fan? With an inkling of realization dawning on me, I watched as Jared gracefully obliged, sharing laughter and casual banter while they posed. The young man beamed, his attitude shifting from shy to starstruck in an instant. 

As the fan walked away, a swell of curiosity bubbled within me. “So… you really are a legend? A YouTube star?” I asked, unable to mask her astonishment any longer.

Jared sighed softly and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I am. I just didn’t want to make it weird or change how we are. I wanted this date to just be us, not anyone else.” 

I chuckled, my heart swelling with affection. “You silly boy, you should know by now that you can’t hide that incredible side of you from me!” 

In that moment, we both realized how differently we viewed fame. I valued the quiet moments of intimacy and creativity; Jared valued authenticity. After all, beneath the fame was a guy who simply wanted to share moments of joy and laughter, just like the beautiful day we were enjoying together.

Turn it off

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

TW: Established relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goddess In the Kitchen

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

Tw: Established Relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Tender Moment Filled with Love

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

TW: cuteness overload, soft love, established relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coast

Summary: On a sun-drenched Sunday morning, I took to the open road, reveling in the freedom that only a motorcycle can bring. The air was warm, and a gentle breeze brushed against my skin as I maneuvered along the winding pathways that hugged the shores of Lake LBJ, a jewel in the heart of the Texas Hill Country. It was one of those days when life felt electric, the kind of day that beckoned adventure.

TW:

Inspired: Hailee Steinfeld - Coast ft. Anderson .Paak

As I rounded a corner, I spotted him—a lone rider, his bike gleaming in the sun like a polished gem. There was an effortless coolness about him, leather jacket hugging his form snugly, and a helmet perched atop his head. We locked eyes, and in that instant, something clicked. I waved, and to my surprise, he waved back, shifting his machine into gear and following me as we jetted off together.

We rode in tandem, the distant sounds of the world fading beneath the roar of our engines, a symphony of freedom that felt like poetry in motion. I stole glances at him; he wore a grin that matched the sunlight, eyes sparkling with the thrill of the road. We didn’t need words, though they came softly and naturally when we finally pulled off into a gas station—an oasis in our day’s journey.

“Hey, I’m Droid,” he said as we dismounted, the warmth of his voice blending seamlessly with the warmth of the day.

“I’m ___,” I replied, a smile stretching across my face. Something about that name, Droid, felt adventurous in itself.

We filled our tanks, the scent of gasoline mingling with the fragrant breeze, and as we stood there side by side, it felt as though we had known each other for years. Droid pulled out his phone, and after a brief exchange of social media accounts, we were suddenly connected in a way that suggested our paths would cross again. 

Next, we decided to share music. I pulled out my earbuds, and we linked them together—two souls, one rhythm. We started sharing our favorite tracks, laughter spilling into the air as we found common ground in our tastes. That moment felt electric, the sun shining down on our newfound friendship, igniting something deeper, an undeniable spark. 

As the sun slowly dipped down, casting golden hues over the lake, Droid and I made plans to meet again. “How about next weekend?” he suggested, a hint of excitement in his voice. I eagerly agreed, already looking forward to another ride, another adventure. 

Little did we know, our one-time Sunday drive morphed into a tradition. I found myself making the 1.5-hour journey to see him often, each trip bringing a sense of anticipation that coursed through me like wind through hair. Each ride was a new adventure, and with every mile that stretched between us, I felt our bond grow stronger. Conversations flowed under vivid Texas skies, punctuated by laughter and shared dreams. I learned about him—his passions, his past, his love for the open road.

Before long, visits turned into something more. Our initial adventure blossomed into memories—a road trip down winding highways, starlit campfire nights, and quiet moments by the lake where we could simply be ourselves. Droid became my confidant, my partner, my companion in this journey through life.

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.

Epic April Fools

Summary: As the screen flickered with the ever-so-satisfying sight of paint slowly drying, you found yourself imagining a world beyond the confines of Smii7y’s April Fools’ Day masterpiece.

TW: Established relationship

"I watched Paint Dry"

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but your mind began to wander while you both sat on the couch, the sound of his voice narrating the mundane process filling the air.

“I swear, next year, I’m going to pull off the biggest prank ever,” Smii7y chuckled, adjusting his headset, his eyes still glued to the screen. His excitement was palpable, and even though you found the concept amusing, three hours of watching paint dry had started to wear thin on your patience. 

“Is it too soon to talk about dinner?” you asked playfully, nudging him with your elbow. 

“Dinner? But the paint is just about to reach its peak gloss!” he replied dramatically, feigning betrayal. But you could see the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile—he loved how easy it was to playfully poke fun at each other.

As you got up to refill your glass of water, you thought about meals for the week. Meal prepping had been something you both talked about doing—after all, weeknight dinners could get chaotic with his streaming schedule and your own commitments.

“Okay, how about we make a deal?” you suggested, returning with a glass of ice-cold water. “If I help you with the video for the next prank, you promise to meal prep with me tomorrow.”

“Perfect! I can’t turn down an offer like that,” he replied, eyes sparkling with mischief. “But you have to promise to be just as creative with our meal options as I am with my jokes.”

“Deal!” you grinned, knowing exactly where this was heading. You would challenge one another to create funny meal names based on the absurdity he thrived on. “How about… ‘Steam-Powered Veggies’ for our stir fry?”

Smii7y burst into laughter, nodding enthusiastically. “And I’ll make sure my signature ‘Mystery Meat’ is on the menu, because what’s a prank without a little surprise, right?”

The banter transitioned seamlessly back to the video as the paint-stirring narration went on, but there was that subtle undertone of excitement brewing between you both over the meal prepping idea. 

Three hours into the video, with a few comments suggested hilariously, you decided you could best support him from afar. You snuck your phone out and started messaging your favorite food blogs, searching for witty meal inspiration to bring to life in your own prep session. 

After a while, you turned to him again. “Okay, I’ll leave you to your paint-drying magic for a while. I have some meal ideas to brainstorm, and I’ll check in on your progress later on.”

“Fine, but don’t blame me when you miss the most exciting part!” he teased, waving his arms as you walked towards the kitchen.

As you flipped through ideas, envisioning a week filled with laughter—and pranks over dinner—you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. Smii7y always found ways to make the mundane hilarious, and together, you’d craft a series of meals worthy of a viral video in their own right.

Later that evening, as you wrapped up your brainstorming, you made your way back to him, ready for whatever absurd ideas he had pulled from his six hours of paint drying. 

Together, the two of you began strategizing your prank-filled meal plan, transforming the evening into laughter, creativity, and, who knows, perhaps an April Fools’ Meal Prep Challenge to share with his audience!

 Painted Nails

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

TW:

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

“Black? Really?” he laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vibe Haven

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

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

Inspired by: Move Ya Body by Nina Sky ft Jabba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☆ Smii7y

April's Fools Commentary

Mysterious Identity

Midnight Lament

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

Tw: Angst, breakup

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Heavy Burden

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

TW: Established relationship, cancer, angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First Date?

Summary:It was a typical evening in the virtual realm of Discord

TW: Friends to Lovers?, first date planning

You had just wrapped up a recording session with your crew and Pezzy , your best friend and a talented speedrunner. The dim light of your monitors cast a cozy glow across the room as you settled into a voice call, ready to unwind and share some laughs. Pezzy was already knee-deep in a chaotic speedrun of a notoriously glitchy game, his fingers flying across the keyboard like a pianist at a concert.

As he raced through pixelated landscapes, dodging enemies and exploiting every corner of the game, you chimed in with pointers and strategies, referencing the glitch where a character could slip through an invisible wall to bypass a tough sequence. “If you angle the jump just right,” you said, trying to inject a dose of enthusiasm into your commentary, “you can save at least five seconds here!”

Pezzy’s concentration was palpable, his eyes glued to the screen, a sly grin creeping up as he executed a flawless maneuver that even astonished you. But as you started elaborating on a particularly tricky glitch that not many players knew about, he suddenly interrupted.

“Let’s skip the small talk and just go on a date.”

The statement hung in the air, a surreal pause punctuating the usual banter of your friendship. You blinked, a mixture of surprise and confusion washing over you. Have you misheard? Was this Pezzy's way of joking? A playful distraction from the intensity of the game?

“Uh… what?” you stammered, trying to process the sudden shift from gaming strategy to… well, what sounded suspiciously like a romantic proposal.

Pezzy chuckled, pausing the game momentarily, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I mean, think about it,” he said, leaning back in his chair, hands raised in a mock-innocent gesture. “We’ve spent countless hours grinding through levels, trading puns and strategies; why not take it a step further? Why can’t a gaming call be a date?”

You could almost hear the gears turning in his mind, his enthusiasm getting the better of his usual joking demeanor. “I can bring the snacks, you bring the memes, and we can speedrun our way through the pizza delivery time!”

You laughed, the absurdity of the suggestion momentarily sweeping away the confusion. “So you’re saying our date is just going to be another typical ‘us’ thing?” 

“Exactly!” he grinned. “Just more pizza bites and fewer glitches, maybe? No interruptions from the game.”

A comfortable warmth spread throughout the call as you considered the idea. While you both had always seen each other as close friends, the notion of embracing a different kind of connection, even if it remained within the realm of gaming, felt intriguing. You tossed around the idea of what a ‘date’ meant in the context of your friendship. 

“Alright, fine,” you finally relented, humor lacing your tone. “What does this date entail? Are we still going to argue over who plays better, or will we act like proper date-goers and just enjoy?”

“Definitely the former—who could ignore the chance to continually roast each other?” he replied with a glee.

As he resumed the game, the laughter between you became effortless, the banter an infusion of energy into the call. The idea of a date transformed into a charming concept full of inside jokes and peculiarities only the two of you could fully appreciate.

In that moment, amid the chaotic sound of game effects and the thrill of competition, the line between friendship and something deeper blurred into a scintillating mystery—one that would keep both of you on your toes, not just in games but perhaps in navigating this fresh, exciting territory of connection.

Date Night with Droid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Birthday Podcast

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

TW: Alcohol consumption, flirting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Puffer looks at Grizzy, sharing an amused glance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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