Okay Okay, I’m Not 100% Sure If Your Taking Requests But Hear Me Out. Secretly Dating Grizzy, Reader

The Charm of Cherry Blossoms - CloolessxReader

Summary: Clooless boys at Hogwarts

TW: Potion making

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Girlfriend Moment - ElasticDroid x Reader

Summary: You bring him whataburger, clip inspo (link at the bottom)

TW: Established relationship, kisses, lmk if i missed anything

“Chat, my girlfriend is gonna bring me Whataburger, so when she comes in don't make it such a big deal, okay?” Droid warns his chat with my presence even though I'm just down stairs unpacking his order. 

As I made my way up the stairs, the aroma of melted cheese and perfectly seasoned fries wafted through the air, a tantalizing preview of the flavorful feast that awaited us. Droid, engrossed in a video game, barely turned his head as I entered the room, but I knew he was eagerly anticipating the treasure I was carrying. 

“Hey, I’m here with the goods!” I proclaimed, a grin spreading across my face as I delivered the plate first, setting it down carefully on the desk. “Your burger is ready to rock!”

Droid’s eyes lit up as he glanced at the plate, confirming that I had indeed brought him his favorite order. “Thanks! You’re a lifesaver!” He managed to mutter, still focused on the game, as I placed the drink next to him and handed him the straw with a flourish.

I tried to pull back my hand, he grabbed it with a gentle force. He brought my left hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles while all on stream. “Thank you baby.” he whispered but the mic still picked it up.

I clapped my hands and bent down into the camera frame, where chat could see my reaction, I bit my lip while resting my hands on my thighs for a second. I bounced back up and started walking out of his office with my hands up, “I just won in life.” I shut his door, with a small slam on accident. 

Boyfriend moment - Twitch

Just for you I got Jon Mox too!

Bruh let me show you all my pictures from AEW

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!

Cleared Crash - Pezzy x Biker!F!Reader

Summary: A midnight ride, will it ever go right?

TW: Angst (?), established relationship, bike ride gone bad, crying, hospitals, lmk if i missed anything <3

“Hey babe?” I popped my head into Pezzy’s office

“Hey I’m streaming what's up?” Pezzy informs while muting his mic

“Just wanted to let you know I’m going out for a night ride.” I told him while showing him my marron red helmet.

“Okay babe, try to be safe and ill put my phone on sound.” Pezzy says while unmuting his phone with a small flick.

“I’ll try but you know how it is.” I say closing his door walking to our garage, to Scarlette, my red bike.

I finished putting all of my gear on, put my riding gloves on and roared Scarlette to life with a turn of a key.

The moon hung low in the night sky, a silver pendant in a velvet tapestry. The air was crisp, with reddish orange leaves swirling in playful chaos around ____ as she revved the engine, the familiar roar sending adrenaline coursing through her veins.The world around her melted away, and all that remained was the throaty growl of her bike and the labyrinthine road ahead. Each ride felt like a daring dance with freedom, and tonight was no different.

Back across town, Pezzy was in the middle of his live stream, a charming blend of humor and gaming that had earned him a dedicated following. His viewers immediately tuned in, drawn to his infectious laughter and quirky commentary. Yet, as he glanced at the chat, he felt a tiny, creeping unease every time he saw ___’s empty seat beside him. She was his partner, his confidante, and he found a part of himself missing in her absence. 

As ____ navigated the winding roads, feeling the thrill of the wind against her skin, she was momentarily lost in thought—her mind drifting to Pezzy, his warm smile, and the way he always managed to bring light into the darkest corners of her day. In her heart, she felt a pang of guilt for leaving him behind as she embarked on her nightly adventures.

____ sliced through the night, a silhouette loomed suddenly—a car, with no lights on, darting from a side street, a ghost in the shadows. Time seemed to freeze for an agonizing moment as their eyes locked, panic sparking between them like a live wire. ____'s heart raced as she swerved, but it was too late. The impact was thunderous, a collision that sent her sprawling to the asphalt—pain erupting in a cascade of darkness.

Somewhere distant, a siren wailed in the night, merging with the shouts of onlookers and the crackle of concern that filled the air. The world blurred, and sensation dulled—fragments of reality drifted like autumn leaves caught in a storm. 

Back in his modest room, Pezzy suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine. He glanced at the door, feeling an unease gnawing at his gut, when his phone rang—a stranger's number flashing ominously. Heart pounding, he answered it, his voice thick with anxiety, “Hello?”

“Is this Pezzy?” The voice on the line was steady but grim. 

“Yeah, who is this?” His voice wavered, dread pooling inside him. 

“This is St. Mary’s Hospital. I’m afraid there’s been an accident involving your girlfriend, ____.”

Pezzy’s vision tunneled, the vibrant colors of his gaming world distorting into grays and blacks. “What happened?” he gasped, his throat tightening around the words.

“She was hit by a car while riding her motorcycle. She’s being treated now, but you should come to the hospital immediately.”

“Um okay chat, I GOT to  go like now. I will update y’all later but I dont know.” Pezzy said, without a moment's hesitation, he ended the stream, his mind racing as he fumbled for his keys.

The world around him blurred, the glow of the computer screen fading to an echo. He dropped the headset and bolted for the door, despair fueling every panicked breath. The streets raced by him in a blur, each passing car taunting him with a lingering fear that he couldn’t shake—the fear of losing ____, the spark in his life.

When Pezzy arrived, the hospital loomed like a giant sentinel, cold and unfeeling. The sterile smell of antiseptics overwhelmed him, but the fear lodged like a stone in his throat. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he navigated the sterile corridors, every step heavy with dread. He found himself standing before the emergency room doors, clutching his phone as if it were a talisman against the unknown.

“___ ____,” he gasped. The receptionist looked at him, concerned, flooding her eyes as she prepared to relay the news.

Moments dragged into eternity. At last, a doctor emerged, his expression a mask of professionalism laced with concern. “She’s stable but unconscious. We’re monitoring her injuries. You can see her, but only for a few minutes.”

As he stepped into the dimly lit room, Pezzy’s heart broke at the sight of Bella—pale and fragile among the tangle of wires and machines. He approached her bedside, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor grounding him like an anchor in a storm. ___ laid unconscious in the stark white room, her body bandaged and bruised, possibly broken. Pezzy could hardly recognize the vibrant woman he loved; it felt like viewing a ghost. The beeping of the monitors slowly turned into a dreadful rhythm, and the longer he stood there, the more he felt the weight of an impending darkness.

“_____,” he whispered, his voice quivering. “You have to fight. I need you… we need you.” Taking her hand, he soaked in the warmth of her fingers despite the chill of the room. Memories flooded through his mind—their adventures, the laughter that echoed through their lives, the long talks that stretched into the early hours. How could life be so cruel?

Hours passed like a quiet eternity, until finally, as dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight danced through the window painting the room a beautiful ombre. Pezzy’s mind raced through memories of them together—the way she laughed, how she always found the good in everything, and those quiet moments when they would sit together in comfortable silence. He clutched her hand tightly, fear and love intertwining in his chest. His eyes started melting like ice, the water just flowed down his face.

Then, breaking through the haze of despair, her eyes fluttered open. For a moment, ____ stared blankly at the unrecognized, sterile ceiling before her ____ gaze finally shifted to meet his eyes. Pezzy's breath hitched like it was stuck in this throat. He saw the flicker of recognition morph into relief, then love in her haze-y eyes. 

“____?” he breathed, hardly believing it, the warmth of hope igniting.

“_____,” he whispered repeatedly, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Hey, I’m right here. You’re safe,” he said, relief flooding his chest as he felt her fingers tighten around his hand.

“Pezzy?” Her voice was hoarse, fragile. A smile began to break through the fear; so delicate yet fierce. “What… happened?” ___ choked out. 

“You got into an accident, but you’re going to be okay. I promise.” He brushed a stray hair from her face, his heart aching with the depth of his feelings. “Let’s get through this together, alright?”

As her fingers tightened around his, she could feel the warmth spread through her, battling against the chill of fear that had crept in during her unconsciousness. In that hospital room, amidst the stark walls and low beeping machines, they silently vowed to each other to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

Redeeming - Pezzy x F!Reader

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

TW: Established relationship, kisses, cursing,

*user_name158 redeem SLY for 200,000*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Dont worry ill make sure* - mod 

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

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

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

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.”

You ever look at some art your mutual made and you just sit there in stunned silence and awe that one of your friends is out there making jaw-dropping beautiful art just for the hell of it

I don’t know if you are still taking requests or not. If you are I would really like to get one with Droid and him proposing to reader please. I loved the Pezzy one you did it was so cute.

Veiled Wedding

Summary: Truth or Hydrate made some tea spill, that Droid was not ready to spill just yet...

TW: Established relationship. kisses, alcohol, drinking, lmk if I missed anything

“Droid you're the type of person to go to Dallas but not tell anybody.” Pezzy exclaimed on the group discussion of him going M.I.A and not responding to text messages. “You told your chat not to tell me!” Pezzy claimed offendly. 

“Uh, I never said that.” Droid defended himself with a very offended look when Pezzy said that.

“Droid you literally told no one that youre married.” Puffer said calmly drunk

“WAIT WHAT!?” Grizzy yelled in shock, not knowing that his friend was in a very secret loyal relationship.

“Huh-oh, hehe chat looks like truth or hydrate spilled a little bit more than was supposed.” Droid laughed off the tension and dirty look towards Puffer.

“Wait, huh?” Pezzy looked around the room confusingly, as the air was tense and then Droid sunk back into his spot on the couch.

“Okay, okay, okay, i'll spill cause i need to get it out there anyway and my wife and I were talking about going public but not fully.” Droid settles the guys down as he was sobering himself up to tell the story. 

“We went to The Big Bend National Park spontaneously which I knew was the right moment….

It was a scorching summer day in Texas, and the sun was beating down on the arid landscape of Big Bend National Park. But in a secluded oasis, surrounded by lush greenery and towering trees, a majestic waterfall cascaded down a rocky cliff, creating a misty veil that rose into the air. The sound of rushing water filled the atmosphere, and the smell of wet earth and blooming flowers wafted through the air.

He had been in a long-term relationship with his lovely girlfriend, ___, and he had decided that this was the perfect moment to propose to her. As they arrived at the park, ElasticDroid couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

As they made their way through the park, hand in hand, they stumbled upon the breathtaking waterfall. The force of the water created a natural pool at its base, and ___, being the free-spirited person she was, couldn't resist the urge to jump in. ElasticDroid followed suit, and they spent the next hour playing and prancing in the cool, clear water.

As they splashed around, ElasticDroid couldn't help but steal glances at ___, taking in her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes. He knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for. He carefully reached into his waterproof pocket and retrieved a small, exquisite box.

As they stood under the waterfall, the roar of the water creating a sense of intimacy, ElasticDroid took ___'s hand and led her to a secluded spot behind the falls. The sound of the water grew louder, and the mist created a romantic veil around them.

ElasticDroid got down on one knee, his metallic joints creaking softly, and looked up at ___ with adoration in his eyes. "___," he said, his voice trembling with emotion, "from the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one for me. You are my partner, my best friend, and my soulmate. Will you marry me?"

As he opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring, ___'s eyes widened in surprise. Tears of joy began to well up in her eyes, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, a million times yes!" she exclaimed, as ElasticDroid slid the ring onto her finger.

The sound of the waterfall seemed to grow louder, as if nature itself was celebrating their love. ElasticDroid stood up, and they shared a passionate kiss, the mist of the waterfall surrounding them like a magical aura.

As they pulled apart from their kiss, laughter bubbled up between them, harmonizing with the symphony of the waterfall's cascading water. The air was filled with the freshness of the water, and with each breath, ElasticDroid felt a spark of energy course through his circuits. ___, too, felt the warmth of love radiate within her, a feeling that seemed to dance in sync with the water droplets that sprinkled down like twinkling stars.

“Can you believe we’re finally engaged?” ___ said, her eyes bright with happiness. She twirled, allowing the mist to envelop her, and twinkled in the sunlight like dew on grass. ElasticDroid watched her with affection, marveling at the way the sunlight played with her hair.

With the sun beginning to set, the golden light danced over the water casting everything in a magical glow. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking, laughing, and indulging themselves into playing and taking pictures in the water. They envisioned the future filled with joy, exploration, and plenty more adventures to write about—together.

"We decided to keep our relationship private, away from the prying eyes of our friends and gaming community. We didn't want anything to distract us from our love for each other or our gaming habits," Droid explained.

The room fell silent, as the weight of Droid's story sunk in. Puffer, still chuckling, finally managed to compose himself.

"Dude, that's... that's actually really cool," he said, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

Grizzy and Pezzy nodded in agreement, their expressions a mix of surprise, happiness, and curiosity.

“But you admit that you do go M.I.A a lot?” Puffer joked trying to change the topic back towards the stream

“Yes, yes I do but it was mostly because of my wife and if we had plans already.” Droid says shushing him so no more teasing happens, “Also Chat, I will post a little thing on instagram of it and our wedding was literally done there like 30-45 minutes after .It was basically a waterfall wedding, in the Big Bend National Park.” 

“Wait, hold on!” Grizzy leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. “You had a waterfall wedding? How epic is that? What was it like?”

Droid’s face broke into a broad smile as he took a deep breath, remembering that day. “It was a total whirlwind! The sounds of rushing water surrounded us as nature played the most beautiful symphony. The sun shone down through the trees and lit the water up in this golden hue. We said our vows standing in the mist, our friends hiding nearby, and only the wildlife as our witnesses."

“Wildlife? Like squirrels and deer?” Pezzy piped in, eager for details.

“Absolutely! A curious deer peered from behind a tree, and I swear, I saw a few birds fluttering around us like they were our cheering squad,” Droid said with a chuckle. “And when we exchanged rings, a sudden breeze swept through, creating a rainbow in the mist as if even nature was blessing our union.”

“Dude, that sounds like something out of a fantasy movie!” Puffer exclaimed, eyes wide. “I can just picture it: love, adventure, and a touch of magic!”

“Exactly!” Grizzy chimed in. “But tell me, how did you keep it a secret? Not a single hint dropped in your streams?”

Droid grinned mischievously. “We were sneaky! We took a few gaming breaks without telling anyone. We’d buy food and claim it was a late-night gaming fuel trip. The real trick was timing; our wedding was just a quick detour on a road trip where we played in the beautiful national park.”

“Wow, so you’re telling me you had the ultimate wedding?" Pezzy laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "That’s the goal right there!"

“Not to mention privacy! It allowed us to focus on what truly mattered: each other,” Droid added softly, his eyes glowing with affection as he glanced at his friends for approval.

“If only more people could see how beautiful things can be when you don’t let the world interfere,” Puffer said thoughtfully. “It's like in gaming; sometimes you have to take the side quests to unlock the real rewards.”

“Very true!” Grizzy said, raising a finger as if struck by inspiration. “And speaking of side quests... How about we create a party mission to help you find the perfect honeymoon destination? We could stream it and make it interactive!”

“Now that’s an idea!” Droid declared, chuckling. “We could call it ‘Gamer’s Guide to Love’ or something like that.”

The laughter bubbled up once more, the room alive with the sound of friendship and fun. They started brainstorming, filling the air with suggestions from Italy beaches to Canada wherever the wind took them. 

“Alright back to the stream guys.” Droid clasped his hands together as he reached for a card from the ‘Truth or Drink’ card stack.

Mezcal Sour - Droid X F!Reader

Summary: Jealousy and Alcohol mixed together can lead to something catastrophic or wil it be fortuitous?

TW: Alcohol, flirting(?), cursing, female pronouns, jealousy, bar/club atmosphere

*Hey ____ we are all headin to the club down the street in about 30-45 mins, if you want to come*

*who is all gonna be there*

*Me, Grizzy, Puffer, and yourrrr homeboy, you definitely dont like*

*oh STFU!*

*yes, ill come tho. Ill get ready in 30*

*cool see ya soon*

I threw my phone down to my right side and flopped back on my bed with a huff. I laid there for a few minutes trying to piece a cute outfit together in my head with the clothes I bought for the con. Once I finally figured out what I was going to wear and how I was gonna style it, I got to work. I dug through my messily packed suitcase, grabbed my makeup case, my hair products and headed to the bathroom. I hung my outfit on the back of the bathroom door on hangers to let the heat try to unwrinkle them as much as possible.

After getting my clothes settled I started unpacking my makeup bag and plugged in my hair crimper. Letting my crimper heat up, I get started on my makeup, basic as hell. I know I'm probably going to sweat it off if I do a full glam look. I reached with my right hand for my tinted moisture, and did two pumps in my left hand. Rubbing my hands together, trying to achieve an even amount of product in both hands, my hands separate stretching my hands to my face. I began to gloss the moisture all over my face, after rubbing it in completely I was letting it dry. 

I grabbed my black, one shoulder, black velvet textured material shirt and threw it on, so i didn't mess my hair or my “makeup” up. I then went on a seek and find hunt on the counter for my fluffy makeup brush and my Urban Decay nude palette. Once, both items were in my hand, I dipped my brush in the light tannish/brown color and painted my eyelid. Packed the corner of my eyelid with the most pigment then blending it out towards the inner corner of my eyelid, to give it an ombre effect. 

When both eyes are done I then grab my waterproof Fenty Beauty mascara and try to volumize these small and thin eyelashes.  My___ eyes raked over my face to see if my work was exceptional or needed more effect, I believed I looked good just needed clear lip gloss and my make up was finished. 

After applying the tube of Tik Tok shop brand lip gloss, my lips are extra kissable tonight, hopefully.  I turned around on my heel to snag my skinny black jeans off the hanger without breaking the cheap plastic. I walked out of the bathroom to my hotel bed to sit on the end, so i wouldn’t have to balance to put on my pants. Now, I got my pants up and went to my carry on which I had my shoes packed.

I did a double take/thoughton which shoes to wear but ultimately I went with my strappy, criss cross black heels with a gold accent on the bridge. This time I balanced myself with my right hand on the wall to put on my left heel and vice versa with the other heel. I tripled checked my outfit and gave myself a pep talk to get my confidence up. I'm thinking tonight might be the night I'm not a pussy. 

 *BEEP BEEP*

*im headin to your room, 222?

*yes, im almost ready, should be ready when you get here*

*just lettin ya know, that the guys are coming w/ me**

*damn, ugh okay.*

*NOW YOU HAVE ME EXTRA NERVOUS*

*HEY youll be okay, ill play along to see if we can get droid to confess to you ;)*

*now youre in the dog house, your buying me my first drink*

*fine fine, i can do that ;)*

I shook my head at his ridiculously confidence that Droid will confess to me. I ran over to my bag and grabbed my deodorant and perfume and applied where it matters, I NEED to smell good and not like sweat. 

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I ran my hands over my outfit to get the sweat and nerves off of me, I let my confidence take over, so I am not a complete mess. I opened the door to see the guys all looking nice.

“Well hello gorgeous, let me walk you to your car.” Droid says with his arm out, I chuckle as I take his arm. Everyone chuckles at Droid playing a gentleman back in the days.

“Good sir, you are aware that we are walking to a club, definitely not driving.” I go with the bit but still keep it real.

“Oh well- I-Erm- Let me walk you to your destination good lady.” Droid stumbles through his sentence, ending it with laughter but still having arms linked together.

We are walking to the elevator with small talk going on throughout the groups, I’m keeping quiet, I look over to Pezzy and he just winks at me. I wink back as he raises an eyebrow at me, Droid catches on to us being silly.

“Wait- What's going on here? Is my fair maiden cheating on me? With a lonely scum?” Droid acts offended at us play flirting

“No, No my good sir. I could never lay my eyes on a lonely scum. My eyes only work for you.” I responded with his humor.

“Ugh, how dare you do this to me?!” Droid keeps the joke going, letting go of my arm pretending to be offended.

I walk out of the elevator laughing and shaking my head. Pezzy catches up to me, since I was the first one off the elevator. Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy are all in their own conversation walking behind us, leaving Pezzy and I to talk about my hopeless crush.

The pulsating bass thumped through the dimly lit nightclub, a hypnotic rhythm that engulfed the crowd. Strobe lights danced across the room, creating a dizzying kaleidoscope of color. Laughter mingled with the music, the sounds faded into a dull roar for me. I leaned against the bar, nursing her drink while casting furtive glances towards Droid.

He was surrounded by a trio of girls, their laughter ringing like chimes against the booming bass. Each of them leaned in closer, their voices rising in pitch, a chorus of flirty teasing that made my blood simmer. One girl, a tall blonde with sparkling blue eyes, tossed her hair back and laughed a little too loudly, her hand brushing against Droid’s arm. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I watched him smile, his head thrown back in genuine amusement. 

My grip on my glass tightened as I forced herself to take a deep breath. 

"It's just harmless fun," I told myself, but the whisper of doubt crept in. Was it really just fun? The way they leaned in, the playful nudges, the seemingly endless flow of laughter? Each giggle felt like a tiny dagger, and the more I watched, the tighter the knot in my stomach twisted. Did I really have the confidence to confess anymore?

I turned my gaze to the floor, where clusters of people danced with abandon, illuminated by a flurry of colorful lights. But even in that moment, the joy around me felt hollow. I took a sip of my drink, letting the icy burn of the alcohol sting my throat. I just want to shake off the feeling, to enjoy the night, but every time I glanced back at Droid, my heart plummeted further into the void. 

“Hey, you okay?” Pezzy slid up beside me, concern etched across his face. 

I forced a smile, masking my insecurities. “Yeah, just... soaking it all in,” I replied, my voice lacking its usual spark of light. 

Pezzy followed my line of sight. The trio of girls was still clustered around Droid, their voices overlapping in a playful symphony that made my chest tight. 

“I mean, it’s just a night out, right? He’s not going anywhere,” I asked, reaching down into myself for reassurance. Pezzy squeezed my shoulder, knowing Droid, he shook his head yes.

“You know you’re the one he wants to be with,” Pezzy said, a mix of encouragement and irritation in her voice. “Why would he waste his time with them?”

I wish I knew that Pezzy was right. I thought Droid and I had something real, something special—yet watching him shine under those girls’ attention felt like stumbling under a spotlight that I couldn’t escape. Each shared laugh felt like another inch of emotional space carved between us.

Finally, gathering myself resolve, I pushed away from the bar. “I’m going to go talk to him, and possibly put our plan into action.” I declared, trying to inject confidence into my words, even if it felt forced. Pezzy raised an eyebrow, his expression cautious but supportive. Using the fake enhanced confidence that the alcohol gave me, I strut my way to them.

As I neared the group, my heart raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could hear them clearly now—each flirty comment, each teasing remark pierced me. But I refused to be sidelined on my own crush.

“Hey, handsome!” I called out, forcing a smile that was perfectly poised between casual and confrontational. Droid turned, his face lighting up with surprise that quickly melted into warmth. The girls paused, their chatter dwindling as they sized me up with easy curiosity. 

“Hey, ____!" Droid's voice was inviting, and despite the tension, Ifelt a small flicker of relief. 

I sidled up next to him, my hand settling possessively on his arm. “I thought I’d come check on you,” I said, my voice casual, though my heart raced. The trio exchanged glances, the atmosphere thickening as they silently gauged the shift.

Droid grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good timing! We were just talking about the wildest things we’ve seen in the club.” 

I smiled back, tightening my grip. “Oh, I hope I’m not missing out on any crazy stories. Need someone to help filter through the nonsense?” 

The girls exchanged a look, and I could feel the tension palpably shift. Just like that, I stepped into the spotlight—but this time, I wasn't leaving it vacant.

As the strobe lights flickered like fireflies caught in a jar, I felt the energy in the air shift. The laughter of the trio of girls dulled, replaced by a charged silence that hung between them. I stood shoulder to shoulder with Droid, my heart pounding, not just from the music, but from the surge of confidence coursing through me.

The blonde girl, who had been the most animated of the group, arched an eyebrow, her smile faltering for a moment. “Oh, we were just having a little fun,” she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent that hinted at challenge.

“Fun’s good,” I replied, her voice steady and laced with playful defiance. “But I think Droid’s got the best stories. Right, handsome?”

Droid turned to me, his expression softening, and I could see the flicker of appreciation in his eyes. “Yeah, you know it,” he said, a grin breaking free as he leaned closer to I, his body language shifting to indicate that I was his priority. 

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The girls were evaluating the situation, their playful banter fading as they processed the unspoken challenge I had thrown into the mix. “So what’s the wildest thing you’ve seen tonight?” I prompted, my tone teasing as I addressed the girls, confident in my role as the center of Droid’s universe.

“Oh, you know, just the usual. People dancing on tables, a few questionable outfits,” one of the girls chimed in, her tone shifting to a more inclusive one. “But I think the best part is when someone tries to ride the bull over there.” She gestured toward a group of people erupting in laughter as someone dramatically fell to the floor, arms flailing.

I laughed, the tension between them beginning to dissipate. “Now that sounds like something we need to get on. Don’t you think, Droid?” She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Absolutely!” Droid replied, his enthusiasm infectious. “I’m always down for something new.”

“Count me in!” I said, feeling a surge of exhilaration as I extended my hand to Droid. He took it without hesitation, and together we moved toward the dance floor, the pulsating bass thudding in time with their racing hearts.

The girls trailed behind, their earlier bravado diminished as I and Droid lined up for the fake bull riding. The club was doing a special, where before you “start” riding the bull you can take 1 or 2 shots of liquor being poured into your mouth by one of the bartenders. We walked right up where we could put our names, Droid wrote his name down first but I was distracted with the gorgeous bartender in front of me.

“Hey-um- oh- Lisa, I have a weird request, I used to be a bartender. Is there any way I could pour his shot or two in his mouth? I will even pay extra if needed.” I questioned with persuasiveness, since I had my confidence up might as well do stupid shit.

“Ooo, let me ask my manager, Ronnie, real quick. Be right back, love.” Lisa states walking to the bar calling out to Ronnie. 

I turned on my heel looking for the guys, who were all gathered up on the left side of the fence of the bull keeping drunk people out. I strutted my way up to my group of the guys, Pezzy turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. The confusion on his face quickly turned into a devious smirk, he wink at me. Pezzy opened his arm to me, I quickly fell into place under his arm. 

“What did you ask, little demon?” Pezzy entertained my plan

“I can possibly give the droid a shot, once he gets on the bull,” I got on my tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, wanting to make sure he heard me over the music.

“Hey, now don't leave me out. What's going on?” Puffer sauntered over to us seeing us scheming together.

“I MIGHT be able to give Droid his shot before he rides the bull.” I explained to Puffer, typing my glass towards Grizzy and Droid deep in their own conversation. 

“Oh- There you are, love.” I heard someone say behind me, I let go of Pezzy and spun on my heels. I saw Lisa with a guy. Hopefully it's Ronnie with good/fun news.

“Hi, I’m Ronnie, the manager. I heard you are wanting to give a guy a shot before he gets on the bull, is that right?” He contemplated the plan, his tone giving it away. 

“Yes, I’m ____. I used to be a bartender for 4 years, I believe 5 years ago.” I greeted Ronnie, trying to persuade him into letting me do it. 

“Okay, good. Yeah, I’m down letting you do it, just know no heels on the inflatable or on the bull.” Ronnie informed me while pointing to my shoes.

“Ah, completely understandable, sir. Is it okay if I take my heels off and do it barefoot?” I try to compromise with him. 

“Sounds good to me, Lisa and Hannah are in charge of the bull at the moment so they will oversee you giving your guy the shot.” Ronnie informed me, we shook hands and he dispersed back to the bar. I giggled doing baby jumps in my heels.

“Give us like less than 5 minutes, love, and will call him next.” Lisa informed me with her left hand on my shoulder, walking away to the podium of the sign up sheet.

They get him on the bull, while explaining the rules and how to ride the bull, so you don't completely fly off the bull. As they finish explaining the rules, It looks like Hannah lets him go in a couple of circles to get him going. That's when Lisa comes over with a bottle of Tito’s with a smile and hand gestures to me, to follow her and hurry up.

“Alrighty girl, make sure to take off your heels, when you get up to bull; the head is going to be angled down, so you can hop on there with your knees. Try to use the inflatable barrier as a trampoline to bounce your way up on it. Then, you are going to stand up and push him, however you can or want to, into a laying down position and then pour the shot in his mouth. Sounds good?” Lisa talked me through the plan on how they do it here, as I was undoing my heels. I discarded them at the entrance of the padded inflatable. 

“Go get him girly.” Lisa encouraged me as I entered the zone of the bull. I turned my head over my shoulder to her and gave her a smile and wink of appreciation.

“What? ___ what are you doing?” Droid asked me with his eyebrows furrowed at me

I walked up to the bull remembering what Lisa said, I bounced my body onto the bull. Droid had his hand out to me, trying to help me up on the bull.  I landed on the bulls neck with my knees, and Droid kept both of his arms open making sure I didn't fall while I tried to stand up. I positioned my right hand on his left shoulder, so I balanced myself enough not to fall on my face. Then, I parked my right barefoot on his chest pushing him back all the way. Motioning my hand all the back on the bull. He is finally in position, relaxed with his mouth opened.

“Okayyy then __.” Droid said, making me smirk and my heart race, as if it was a jump set being played. 

I started pouring Tito’s and counting to four, while locking our eyes together; I winked at him with a sultry look. 

“OH SHIT. AW SHIT MAN!” “OOOO” “GET EM ___!” I heard the guys screaming on the top of their lungs, over the music. 

I stopped pouring the alcohol in Droid mouth, I jumped off the bull handing the bottle over to Hannah. I walked out of the landing zone, and picked my shoes up til I got away from the entrance. I walked over to Pezzy, Puffer, and Grizzy where I was ready for the onslaught of questions from them. 

“So how was being dominant for your first time?” Puffer asked right out of the blue, bluntly. I giggled and shook my head, trying to put my heels on. 

“When did you get the idea for this, __?” Grizzy asked

“Earlier today, when we were all walking to the bar, Pezzy informed me of it.” I told them shrugging my shoulders.  I looked round through my hair as I was hunched over tying my right heel up, I was watching Droid walk up the group. He was on a mission to get his hands on me, I can tell. 

“My lady, let me help you. You are looking like Cinderella, with your missing heel.” Droid jokes around with me, he walked up to me and kneeled down on his right knee. 

He picks up my left heel, separating the laces not getting them tangled up even more which was even more impressive. He then clasped his hand around my left ankle to lift my foot up to his knee where my heel(shoe) was resting. My foot was in the heel, as he was perfectly criss crossing the laces in an even manner, mirroring my right foot.

“Well Droid, look at you taking care of our own little Cinderella.”Grizzy jokes around, making the guys laugh and me hiding my face turn red. 

“Let me steal ___ for a minute.” Droid said, putting my foot back down on the ground. He stood up,  outstretching his hand for me to take. 

He led us out the dance floor while the music was playing, he took the lead of the dance. Our chemistry is undeniable. The strobe lights illuminated their movements, casting us in shades of electric blue and hot pink, as laughter and music swirled around us.

As the dance took off, it was a playful chaos of flailing limbs and exaggerated moves. The crowd cheered, and I found myself lost in the moment, the earlier insecurities fading into the backdrop of the vibrant nightclub. I stole glances at Droid, who was in his element, and I felt a warmth blooming in my chest.

As the music swelled and the crowd erupted in cheers, I caught Droid’s eye. We exchanged a look, one that said more than words ever could. It was a silent promise, a reassurance that we were in this together, and that nothing could shake the foundation we are going to build together. 

The night wore on, the bass thumping like a heartbeat, and for the first time, I felt truly free, dancing not just to the music, but to the rhythm of my own confidence.