Cleared Crash - Pezzy X Biker!F!Reader

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.

Oblivious Friends - Grizzy X Reader/ Clooless Pod X Reader

Summary: Unknown relationships can happen right underneather your nose, but are you really that sneaky?

TW: Cursing, podcasting, established relationship, online persona known as raye. if i missed anything lmk

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*Hey, anyway that you're free for like 3 hours, in like 30 or less minutes sweetheart? *

*I think it’s your lucky day cuz I just need to put up my groceries*

*Why what’s up, love? *

*Our special guest backed out due to some travel complications, and we said to our audience that it’s someone “famous” ….*

*HAhaha, ofc let me put if my cold items and I’ll be over*

*wait, to puff's house, right? *

*Yes honey, do I need to resend his address?*

*nope! I got it in our previous messages!*

*i'll see you in 30ish minutes love*

I finished organizing my fridge and freezer groceries, grabbed one of my bottles of gamer supps that I stole from the Grizzly bear. Slipped on my white off brand converse with my keys in hand, off to my new adventures for guys.

After zooming in and around traffic for 15 minutes I arrived at BigPuffers house. I texted my lover that I am here and not wanting to cause a big scene. 

*Hey babes, I’m here. Just wanted to let you know it me at the door so tell Puffer not to pull a gun on me again please LMAO*

I got out of my car, door shut and locked it so no one would steal it. I was fixing my outfit as I was walking towards the front door. I did a mentally checked that I had everything I needed, keys, purse, drink, phone and gum. I knocked on the door, patiently waiting for someone to answer. I heard the top lock unlock, when the door opened it was my lover. When he invited me into BigPuffers house, I put my purse on the entry side table by the door. I turned around and reached my arms up so he would give me a hug. He responded with a small chuckle and wrapped his muscle arms around my waist.

“Don't you look gorgeous as always babe.” he whispered into my ear with a small peck on the side of my head, as he was pulling away from me

“Trust me babe, the laid-back look is for you.” I whispered back while biting my lip and wink from my left eye. He shook his head like it was unbelievable. 

“Come on, let's get you to the podcast room.” Grizzy said taking my elbow since my hands were full of my stuff.

“Hi Megan, I know you're somewhere in the house, gorgeous!” I shouted into the house not seeing her anywhere.

“Hi ___! Good Luck on the podcast with those fools!” I heard Megan respond back to me. I laughed at her. 

We were walking back to the “spare” room, which was turned into the Clooless podcast room. Grizzy's hand was slipping from my elbow to my back, down to my butt and he got himself a handful before we were in front of the guys. I shook my head that he was so confident in private just not in front of the guys. Grizzy entered the room before me due to him taking the lead to open the door for me.

“Guess who I convinced to join us at the last minute?” Grizzy asked the boys. 

“Uhh-erm-I don't know.” I heard from Pezzy, Droid, and Puffer.

I jumped into the room with my arms out like a kid surprising his best friend after not seeing them forever.

“Raye!”“___!”“___!” The boys all hopped up to greet me or give me a hug. 

After giving hugs out and briefly catching up on life after it being a couple of months of seeing them. The last time I saw them was the day after Puffer moved into his new house. I was helping Megan unpack and sort everything out so we could have a girl talk but still getting her stuff put up. They all sat down in the respected spot, camera already rolling, I was looking at them waiting for them to tell me where I was going to sit.

“Here ___, take this pillow so you can either sit on the floor comfortably or sit in between Pezzy and Droid.” Puffer said while handing me a fluffy black pillow.

“Alrighty, I'll probably switch in between the couch and the floor.” I informed the boys on the couch giving them a heads up. 

I sat my cup on the table in front of Pezzy, putting the pillow on the floor but sat on the couch so I can start the podcast off comfy. 

“Dude that cup goes; wait that cup goes hard.” Grizzy exclaimed

“What? Wait, that one?” Pezzy pointed at my cup.

“The manga panels?” Droid questioned while looking at it.

“Yeah we talked about that one.” Pezzy said stating the obvious

“Yeah that one makes me hard.” Droid jokes

Grizzy stares down at Pezzy, while his right hand is doing the “gimme gimme” motion, till Pezzy hands him my Gamer Supps black and white cup.

“Alright, okay there you go man.” Pezzy carefully handed him the cup. Everyone laughs with each other with how Grizzy is acting.

“Be careful with my cup now, I didn't bring extra flavors with me.” I stated to Grizzy

“He’s like a little kid, ‘let me see it’.” Pezzy mocks Grizzy

“I don't know how to react to that.” Puffer states, as Pezzy and Droid laughs

“Grizzy, you know that I stole that cup from you, right?” I asked 

“Wait how’d you steal it?” Puffer asked, I responded with a smile and wink. Grizzy didn't see that due to him twirling the cup around to see all the panels.

“WHAT? Why didn't I know this was missing?!” Grizzy questioned like I just took away his favorite toy as he is still examining the cup. I shrug my shoulders while taking my cup back so I can get a drink. I sat down on the pillow due to me being a bit squashed between the guys. 

“Bruh, that is hard.” Grizzy says while mesmerized by the cup, mostly the booba’s that are on it.

“Nothing, it's just a very cool cup.” Droid comments

“Yeah, why do you think I stole it?” I questioned the group with a smile on my face, flipping the cap close while looking at Grizzy with a slight mischievous look. 

“That's the, uh, the collection of the, like their whole waifu drop or whatever.” Puffer educates us on Gamer Supp.

“Yeah, that was like their season seven and they like put it all one” Pezzy says looking a me on the floor

“Every content creator or is it just random?” Droid asked wanting to learn more

“Huh, didn’t think of that.” I said while handing it back to Grizzy cause he wanted to look at the cup again.

“No, their own waifu.” Pezzy answered looking back at me but i was looking at Droid

“Oh, so people should use code Cloo at checkout,” Grizzy plugged as I made finger guns towards the camera

“Code Cloo or link in the description.” Droid echoed 

“I like that, I like that, no gonna lie to you man.” Grizzy agreed with Droid

“Oh my god, we can NOT start the episodes like this.” Puffer moaned

“We can't just start plugging.” Pezzy nonchalantly, I mouthed to the camera to use code Cloo or Griz at checkout with a wink. I started laughing to myself

“Yeah, we can. Take your own Cloo.” Grizzy and Droid said as Pezzy laughed and puffer shaking his head.

“Ayo we just bought a house, Code Cloo.’ Droid informed the camera pointing to himself and Grizzy.

“Now can I please have my cup back?” I groaned

“Help, help.” Grizzy mocked droid begging for money

“Was that a good intro?” Droid questioned Puffer

“It was a good intro but guys, a special guest is here!” Puffer exclaimed

“Yeah, guys I'm here!” i sang while putting my hands on my chin smiling big

“This isn't totally last minutes at all,” Droid sang back while i turned my head to face him with a frown

“Come on Droid I know you're happy to see me.” I sarcastically said while throwing my arms around him giving him a second hug.

Droid starts full body laughing with me basically in his lap, as he wrapped his arms around me to return the hug. Once I got situated back to my spot in between the boys, I looked over at Grizzy who was tight lipped smiling. I knew he was mad or jealous, but it was his idea that we had to hide our relationship from the guys and fans. I gave him a quick questionary look, as he looked at his wrist to signal that we will talk about it later, hopefully after the podcast. 

“Alright alright hands off me woman.” Droid jesters with me for the camera

“Yo, what's up? Welcome back to the Clooless podcast, Episode 6. We are on 6 right? Anyway, we are here with, of course, our special guest, Raye.” Droid finally does the intro

“Yeah, yes I couldn't remember how to count in Spanish.” Grizzly struggled to figure out as Pezzy was counting to six in Spanish on his fingers.

“See he is bilingual; he is my dawg.” Droid said to Puffer

“I am disappointed.” Puffer commented

“Count to 10 in Spanish” Pezzy demanded of Puffer

“How do you say 11 in Spanish? Grizzy

“Uhhh- that's a good question.” Droid responded sounding lost, Pezzy threw his head back laughing and Grizzy started to wheeze.

“Once,” I answered, since Droid didn't know. (eleven)

“I could kiss you, right now. Don't play with me Raye. You know Spanish?” Droid played flirted with me

“Sí, sé hablar español. Aprendí el idioma desde que era un bebé.” I replied to Droid in Spanish. (Yes, I know how to speak Spanish. I learned the language since I was a baby)

“WHAaatt?!” All the guys seemed to gaspingly yell in unison. 

“What? I know English, French and Spanish.” I informed the guys, I was slightly shocked and hurt that Grizzy didn't remember that. 

“See now rewind back, I cannot count 11 - 19 in Spanish, but 20s and up, I can” Droid tried to defend himself. Seems like he caught on to my disappointed reaction and was trying to take the heat off of me. 

“You add an extra at the end of it, right?” Puffer asked

“Exactly its veintiuno, veintidos. Thats 20s, now 11-19 fuck all.” Droid counted (21.22)

“I don't remember at all.” Grizzy said while shaking his head

“Droid you better stop now, you got that Spanish rizz going for ya. You're making Grizzy fluster.” I joked around with Droid, while leaning on Pezzy a bit. 

As I was finally a little comfortable, I looked at Puffer and winked, he started laughing and shaking his head. I heard a weird noise, so I flicked my head around to look at Grizzy and I could see him clenching his pants in his fist. Since Pezzy let me lean on him for a while as he was trying to figure out how to count 11 - 19 in Spanish;  he thought he figured it out he sat straight up and asked Droid. Which led to me sliding off the couch to sit back down on the floor, where my butt pillow sat for my “assigned” spot. I looked at Grizzy when I was sitting, and he had an apprehensive look on his face to see I was finally away from the guys. 

Later on down the night, we wrap up the podcast with one last thought or topic on Puffer's brain.

“Wait, Raye, how do you know Grizzy?” Puffer asked

“Grizzy and I met through our connection of music. As some people know me from singing, Grizzy actually made one of the beats to one of my top 10 songs.” I explained while smiling and looking at him.

“Also, it has turned out to be one of my personal favorite songs too!” i exclaimed with giddiness 

“Yeah, we met through one of her producers that I knew and bam we met irl, and we clicked from then on and kept in contact.” Grizzy added onto the story while looking around in the room but ended up staring back at me.

“To add on to our story, we have actually been dating for a couple months now too.” Grizzy revealed.

“I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING ON!” Puffer yelled while getting up like if the Dallas Cowboys scored a touchdown. I was full of shock that Grizzy decided to go public and started belly laughing at puffer's reaction. I was happy the cat was finally out of the bag, no more hiding.

I got out of my criss-cross applesauce position on the floor and walked over and sat on Grizzy’s lap, like I was claiming my area if I were an animal. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and snuggled into his side

“Alright let's wrap it up now!” Puffer says walking back into the camera frame

“We wanna say Q&A?” Puffer ask Droid and Pezzy

“Sure” “Oh yeah” Droid and Pezzy acknowledged

“So next episode we want to do a Q&A, leave a comment below of a question you might have, that you want to ask us. Could be something that you're curious about that you heard on the podcast, and you're like can you explain this more? Tell us more about it? UH just leave it below in the YouTube comments or Spotify comments, um, Apple comments." Puffer explained to the camera for the audience/fans.

“All of the above.” Droid expanded on Puffer explanation

“While you are there, rate the podcast 5 stars!” I yelled and pointed my finger at the camera

“Also, I better not see or hear any questions about our super personal life.” i said threatening the fans

“Yes, baby we know. I won't answer anything ridiculous, you know this.” Grizzy said to calm me down as his arms squeezed around my hips, possessively.

“Alright guys, use Code Cloo.”” Stay Clooless” “Save money” “10% OFF AT CHECKOUT”

Playing w/Fire - Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Taking Pezzy serious when he says something as a joke

TW: Established relationship, kissing, cursing, sexual not smut, female pronouns, lmk if i missed anything <3

“YEAH Pezz lets get this dickhead for killing us!” I screamed into the mic as my character was charging the undead boss in Sea of Thieves.

“T-Uh I thought you were going to say “Get that dick” and i was gonna be like “Fuck yeah, tonight?” Sorry.” Pezzy explained but at the end he started laughing, he started leaning his head on his mic, hiding his red face.

“BABY! BRUH! NOT ON YOUR STREAM!” I screamed in shock at him while my face started growing red as fire. I hit my hand on my desk and backed away. I got up from my desk heading to his office to confront him on stream/camera.

“Oh no, guys, I hear her walking to my office right now. Be prepared to clip, cause I don't know what she has in mind.” Pezzy comments to chat. 

I slam open the door and hear him gasp, I look at him with an innocent face and smirk growing. He is holding a hand over his heart pretending to be scared of me. He looks over at me with his chair fully turned to me, giving me his full attention.

“Hi baby, whatcha doing?” He questions me wearily

“Oh you know, doing what you said.” I said back to him like it was riddle

“What did I say?” Pezzy answers back with a question

“Getting dick tonight.” I stated bluntly, while walking over to him. I climbed onto his lap while turning us around so chat could see us.

*OOO pezzy is getting lucky tonight*

*OoOoo*

*GET SOME PEZZY*

*PEZZY HAS THAT RIZZ WITH HIS GF*

*should i leave? Shits getting spicy now*

“Hi Pezzy’s chat, as you know I’m ___, his girlfriend, now after what someone said. I think its time to shut off the stream.” I said like the plan was full in effect, while on his lap I felt something hitting my inner thigh.

“So I love you all, he will see you tomorrow, probably around this time. Not gonna lie to yall. Byeeeeee, Pezz shut off your stream.” I demanded, i watch as Pezzy puts his hand on the house and hover over the ‘End Stream’ button. Once he clicks it and we both triple check that the stream did really end. He picks me up, my hands behind his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on my ass. He starts walking out of his recording room, towards our bedroom.

“I can't believe you really came in on stream and did that.” Pezzy says surprised

“Whattt? I'm only doing as I was told” I shrugged as I started attacking his neck with kisses and giving him hickeys.

“Definitely show this off tomorrow on stream” i commented 

“Baby, stop, I have a group session tomorrow.” Pezzy whines, hiding his groans.

“Nope, you gotta make me stop.” I said kissing him on the lips.

“Oh you’re in trouble once I get your pretty ass to our bedroom.” He taunts me as I giggle, looking at him with full eye contact.

☆ Pezzy

Drunk Pezzy

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More Nutt in My Butt

Deep in Your-

Cleared Crash

Fav Snack?

Playing with Fire

Redeeming

Drunk Ban Appeals

Cat in What?!

Love Unplugged

Drunk Clooless Moments

Handcuffs?

Pizzaz Pezzy

Furry Baby

Pixels and Passion

Edits?

Cleaning Chaos

Roblox Shenanigans

Cat Castle

Podcast Moments

Stream Clips

Cozy Evening

First Date?

Painted Nails

Lingering Trauma

Lucky Pack

Make Up Disaster?

Turned Heads

Juno

Pregnant at Pax

Cloaked Proposal

Euphoric Wedding

Study Buddy - Droid x Reader

TW: Reader is studying and Droid comes to the resuce

TW: Established relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Astigmatic

Summary: Happy Birthday/Happy Halloween to BigPuffer, wait what did he say? Is that right? They're vampires......

Tw: HORRORish, clooless!vampires, mind games, cursing, blood mentioned, lmk if i missed anything

FIC inspiration: Vampires- Dominic Fike

SHOUTOUT TO @candy-girl, she is just perfectly amazing! look at her works too!

I floated up the walkway, my white bodysuit shimmering under the twinkling lights that lined the porch. The door swung open, and a booming voice shouted, "Welcome, Angel!" It was Bigpuffer, the birthday boy himself, beaming with excitement.

As I entered the mansion, I was greeted by his friends, Pezzy, Elasticdriod, and Grizzy. They were all dressed in their kookiest attire, with Pezzy sporting a minion costume with a Dr Suess hat, Elasticdriod wearing a Luigi costume, and Grizzy... well, Grizzy looked like a creepy bear clown with a horrid mask on. 

Bigpuffer approached me, grinning from ear to ear. "Angel, you look stunning! We're so glad you could make it."

I smiled, feeling a little self-conscious about my sparkly bodysuit. "Thank you, Bigpuffer! I wouldn't have missed this for the world."

Elasticdriod sidled up to me, his glowing skeleton suit making him look like a walking specter. "Hey, Angel, we have a special game planned for tonight. Are you ready to play?"

Pezzy howled in the background, "Yeah! It's going to be a killer night!"

Grizzy gave a menacing chuckle, his spider eyes glinting in the dim light.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a thrill of excitement. "What's the game?"

Bigpuffer leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We're going to play... 'Mystery Mansion Mayhem'!"

My heart skipped a beat as the lights flickered and the room fell silent. The game was about to begin, and I had no idea what lay ahead…

Tranium, one of our mutual friends, walked up to me with a face that screamed that I need to run away from this party. “Don't believe what they say, and don't drink the red wine.” His words filled with a drastic warning, he leaned closer but played it off as he was giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek as a greeting. “I only showed up to tell you, Everyone at this party's a vampire. Please be careful with those four.”

I felt a chill run down my spine as I processed Tranium's warning. A vampire party? It sounded like a plot from a horror movie. I tried to brush it off, thinking it was just a silly joke, but the look on Tranium's face told me otherwise.

As he hugged me and kissed my cheek, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was genuinely trying to save me from something. The sudden change in his demeanor from a friendly greeting to a serious warning was unsettling.

I glanced around the room, trying to spot any signs of vampire-like behavior. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, laughing and chatting, but I noticed that they all seemed... pale. And their eyes seemed to be gleaming in the dim light.

I turned back to Tranium, my voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean, 'don't drink the wine'?"

Tranium leaned in closer, his voice low and urgent. "They're all vampires, Angel. This ain't red wine, We're all food for the bloodsuckers. They've been biting people for months now. Bigpuffer's been using his wealth and influence to cover it up. Please, be careful around them."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at Bigpuffer, Pezzy, Elasticdriod, and Grizzy. They seemed so... normal. But what if Tranium was right? What if they were all vampires, and I was walking into a trap?

I glanced at the red wine that was being passed around the room. "Is that why the party was after dark, they're Moving' up under the moonlight?"

Tranium nodded grimly. "Yes. Don't drink the wine and please Baby, careful inside where you step, you’ll feel the weight of their eyes on your neck."

I felt a surge of fear as I realized that I was trapped in a house with a group of potentially deadly vampires. But what could I do? I was outnumbered and outmatched.

As I stood there, frozen with fear, Bigpuffer's booming voice echoed through the room. "Okay, everyone! Let's get started with the game!"

The room erupted into cheers and applause, and I knew that I had to make a decision quickly.

With my heart racing, I forced myself to take a deep breath, reminding myself that panic wouldn’t help. I had to think clearly if I was going to navigate this Halloween party filled with potential danger. I needed a plan.

As Bigpuffer rubbed his hands together and approached the cake, I whispered to Tranium, “I am go Passin' them on the way down descendin' the stairs.”

Tranium glanced nervously at the crowd. “And the whole room is watching while pretendin' to dance but keep your guard up. Maybe head toward the dining room; there’s a back door that leads to the garden. You can make your escape through there. It was close 'cause I don't know if you stood any chance.”

I nodded, my mind racing. The laughter of the other partygoers filled my ears, growing louder with each passing second. They were ready for this game, and I couldn’t let them realize I was onto their true nature.

When Bigpuffer called out, “Everyone gather around! The first game is ‘Find the Hidden Fang!’” I forced a smile to mask my fear and joined the cluster of party-goers, trying to look enthusiastic while scanning the room for an exit.

As a game began, the atmosphere shifted, each player reaching for hidden items around the room as the challenge commenced. I kept my distance from Pezzy—his minion costume seemed to cloak his predatory instincts—and focused my attention on finding anything that could create a diversion.

Feigning excitement, I darted toward the table, bending down to retrieve the candlestick while the other partygoers continued to search for their 'fangs.' But just as I did, I felt a  way too cold hand on my shoulder.

“Angel, what are you up to?” It was Elasticdriod, his moustache glowing eerily flickering under the faint lights. My breath caught in my throat. 

“Uh, just... checking for, um, hidden treasures!” I stammered, holding up a candlestick like a trophy.

Grizzy, who was now crouched nearby, raised an eyebrow. “You found a candlestick? Careful, dear. You wouldn’t want your hand to slip. We wouldn’t want to have an accident at Bigpuffer’s birthday party, now would we?”

Their smirks sent shudders through my spine, and I felt like prey cornered by hunters. Just as I was about to panic, I remembered Tranium’s warning and what he said about feeling the weight of their eyes. I had to act before they closed in and realized that I had no intention of joining in on the fun.

“I think I hear someone calling my name outside,” I exclaimed suddenly, putting down  the candlestick. “I should check it out!” 

I turned on my heel and dashed toward the back of the mansion. The parties shouted and laughed, distracted by my unexpected announcement as I pushed through the crowd, hoping my ruse bought me just enough time to escape. 

But as I reached the door, I felt eyes on my back—a cold gaze that sent shivers down my spine. I dared not look back, yet every fiber of my being told me I was being watched. The game was just beginning, but I was determined to stay one step ahead.

“Were you feelin' left out?” A voice announced their presence, it was Pezzy. He walked up behind me as I was thinking out loud. “Take me back when I'm feelin' stressed out, 'Cause it's nearin' that time.” I really wished I just stayed at home, stressing if i should have gone or not, i really shouldn’t have come. 

“Hey Angel! Long time no see.” Suda walks up to me with his arms wide open with that knowing look, thankfully Pezzy couldn't see the relief that washed over my panicked expression. As he went in for a long hug like siblings being reunited after a couple years. “I only showed up to tell you, Everyone at this party's a vampire, That ain't red wine.” He chanted the same mantra in my ear as Tranium did earlier in the night. 

My heart raced again, and I clenched my hand harder as Suda’s warm embrace provided a momentary sense of comfort. But with Pezzy so close, I knew I couldn’t let my guard down. I pulled back, forcing a smile that felt brittle on my lips. I wanted nothing more than to bolt out of the door, but my instincts warned me against making any sudden movements.

“Great to see you, Suda!” I said, though my voice wavered. “You always know how to make a dramatic entrance.”

Pezzy squinted suspiciously, his sharp features catching the low light. “What were you guys whispering about? Planning some escape, Angel?”

Before I could stammer out a response, Suda stepped right in, his demeanor shifting to smoothly deflect. “Oh, just catching up on old times! You know how it is. But you! You were always Movin' up under the moonlight!” He flashed a playful grin, attempting to steer the conversation away from my panic.

“Yeah, you were the great escape artist back then!” Pezzy chuckled, his fangs just visible beneath his smile, making me clench my hand around Suda’s arm.

As they continued to engage in playful banter, my mind raced. I knew I had to act, to either convince them to give me space or find my escape before the game became too dangerous. Images of previous parties flooded my mind: the laughter, the food, the drinks—unbeknownst to me, knitted within were the threads of deception.

“Hey! Why don't we all go outside? Get some fresh air?” I proposed, trying to sound nonchalant.

Suda nodded, looking genuinely curious. “Sure! Sounds like a great idea!” “They can tell that your mind is a mess” Suda said in a very low whisper that I picked up on, and no one else did. 

But before I could take even a step toward the exit, Bigpuffer’s voice boomed from behind us, interrupting. “What’s this? A secret rendezvous without the group? We can't have that! Come on, everyone, the game is about to take a new twist!”

I felt a tension creep over the room; Pezzy shrugged, tossing a grin my way. “Looks like the night is just getting started!”

The partygoers cheered, the rhythm catching the energy around us, but my gut twisted. Here I was—a player in their deadly game, and this was only the beginning. The stakes were real and rising as the implications of their supernatural thirst loomed over the evening.

I met Suda’s gaze, and he seemed to sense my anxiety. “Just stay close,” he whispered, an assurance amidst the chaos.

Before I could respond, we were ushered back toward the central lounge area, the circle of guests now intertwined in their game, excitement usurping any remaining privacy. The tension in the air was palpable.

“Welcome to ‘Vampire Feud!’” Bigpuffer announced, revealing a deck of cards with symbols I couldn’t make out. “In this game, your wit will decide your fate tonight, but remember: trust is as thin as a whisper in the night.”

I pulled Suda closer. "Do you really think these people are vampires? I mean, is it true?" I couldn't help but sound desperate.

Suda leaned in and whispered, "Angel, just play along. If they're really vampires, it gives us time to figure out a way to beat them at their own game. Just stay alert."

Bigpuffer began explaining the rules, now an unexpected weapon in this night of horror. Each round eliminated a player, leaving them vulnerable to picking off the stragglers. As I stood there waiting for my turn, I felt a thrill of dread mixed with empowerment. They believed I was as oblivious as I'd been when I walked in. “And there's no sign, the party vanished into thin air.” I whispered wanting to use extra bodies as a way to blend in.

"Exactly," Suda replied, his voice low and conspiratorial. "If the party vanishes, that means fewer eyes on us. We can become shadows among them. But we have to be careful."

Bigpuffer’s deep voice reverberated through the room as he elaborated on the rules of Vampire Feud. “Each round will test your wits. After each round, the player with the worst performance will be eliminated. And don’t think you can figure this out alone—working together could keep you safe… or get you burned.” His laughter echoed ominously, sending a fresh wave of unease washing over me.

As he spoke, I scanned the make-shift arena—the dimly lit lounge was filled with candles that flickered like real flames, casting dancing shadows that warped the faces of the players nearby. Pezzy was across the way, leaning against the wall, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was more wolf than man tonight—a perfect disguise for a game where danger lurked behind every laugh.

“Listen, Angel,” Suda said, nudging me gently, “if we stick together, we have a better chance of figuring this out. Just remember the signs—the game is all about deceit. They love misdirection.”

My heart raced as I glanced toward Bigpuffer, who was now handing out decks of strange, ornate cards that glimmered in the candlelight. Each card seemed to pulse, as if imbued with some hidden energy. “When your name is called, draw a card, and answer the question it holds. Get it right, and you’re safe. Get it wrong, and… well, let’s just say it’s better to be left out than to face the consequences!” His laughter boomed again, chilling and infectious.

I felt a jolt of adrenaline. “What kind of questions?” I asked Suda, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Just watch,” he said, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes. “This is where their arrogance might be their downfall. If we can turn their games against them, we might just survive the night.”

When my turn finally came, I felt the moment stretch indefinitely. All eyes turned to me, the room a chorus of gasps, laughter, and murmurs. I approached Bigpuffer, feeling as if I were walking down a tightrope high above a pit of snakes.

He smirked, handing me a card that shimmered darkly as I grasped it. “Let’s see if you’re as clever as you look, Angel! The question for you is… ‘What binds the soul to the body before the bite?’”

I froze, my mind racing. What would a vampire want to hear? It had to be something both clever and unsettling. I could feel the weight of their gazes, each one a sharpened point of focus, assessing me. “M-magic?” I stuttered, the simplest answer coming out like an unsteady breath.

Bigpuffer’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Incorrect! The answer we seek is fear. It’s what allows us to enter your minds, Angel!”

A murmur rose from the crowd, and I gulped, feeling the shift in energy. I hadn’t been quick enough. Would this decision lead to my doom? 

Through the fog of my panic, I felt Suda leaning in again. “Stay cool—play the next round by instinct. Get ready to blend in when it’s over; wait for your moment.”

With a flick of Bigpuffer's wrist, the next challenge began. Each player was called, the tension rising like a dark storm. Questions flung like knives, their answers designed to test knowledge of the supernatural, presenting an edge of horror wrapped in trivia.

The next player was pulled into the spotlight—a nervous girl with wide eyes. “What ancient artifact grants access to the shadows?” she faltered, and when her answer came out too weak, she was immediately marked.

“Out! Nowhere to hide from us!” Bigpuffer declared, while the other guests cheered, their enthusiasm almost bloodthirsty.

Realizing this was not just a game—I needed an escape plan, and fast.

“Angel, now!” Suda whispered urgently as my turn approached once more. “Blend in with the others. We need to wait for the right moment when the real fun begins. Use the chaos.”

As I drew closer to my next question, I took in what I could remember from Tranium’s warnings about the true nature of vampires. It was in the stories and the knowledge that I could uncover something—anything—that could keep me from disappearing into the night alongside the others.

“And if I become one of them?” I murmured, feeling the pull of dread once more. “I need to know how this is played out…”

Just then, Pezzy shot me a knowing glance, the corner of his mouth quaking up in a way that sent chills down my spine. I turned away, ready to play their game and perhaps even turn the tide, transforming from prey to predator. In this dance under the moonlight, the time for hiding was over; the game would soon take a thrilling twist. “Just like a ghost town, your best friends weren't even there.” Pezzy mouthed to me, I looked around and I never saw Tranium or Suda anymore; they weren’t even on the side lines. 

Panic washed over me like a freezing tide. My heart raced, the thudding in my chest almost deafening against the backdrop of laughter and shadows. Pezzy’s words hung in the air, thick with ominous overtones, and that knowing glint in his eyes hinted at what I’d feared all along: isolation. 

“Where are they?!” I hissed, desperation tightening my voice. But Pezzy merely shrugged, dropping his gaze to the floor with a mock nonchalance that made my skin crawl. 

The room spun, filled with swirling laughter, flickering candlelight, and faces that reeked of deceit. I hadn’t noticed until now how some of the other players had grown quiet, their eyes glimmering in the muted light, like predators waiting for their strike. Panic stirred deeper within. I needed to keep it together. 

“Staying present in a ghost town can play tricks on your mind,” Pezzy whispered just loud enough for me to hear. “Just remember: only the strongest survive.”

My instinct kicked in. I was alone, but I wouldn’t show fear. This was still a game, and I had to play it like chess on a battlefield. Maybe Tranium and Suda were out hiding, playing their own dangerous strategy, and I could find a way to join them. 

Bigpuffer’s laughter boomed in the distance, pulling my attention back. “Next player up!” he called out, and I forced my eyes to the stage where a nervous girl trembled under the scrutiny of the audience. Worry knotted in my stomach—would she be the next to vanish? 

“Now,” Bigpuffer said, flashing a sinister grin, “let’s see what you can do. The question is simple: ‘What is the color of dawn in a vampire’s world?’”

The girl hesitated, glancing around as if she might find the answers hidden in the faces of her peers. “Uh… red?” she finally stammered. 

“Incorrect. The answer is black, for that is when we thrive,” Bigpuffer exclaimed. A smirk stretched across his face as the girl clutched her chest, eyes wide, but it was too late. His hand shot out like quicksilver, and in a matter of seconds, he marked her as eliminated.

I recoiled, the room seeming to close in around me. One more lost, one more gone. Who would be next?

As the currents of excitement surged through the remaining players, I took a breath, trying to blend into the chaos, eyes roaming the room. Where were Tranium and Suda? I had to focus. I needed information on how to get out, and fast. 

“Angel!” Pezzy snapped, jarring me from my thoughts. “Your turn is coming up. Play it smart. And don’t forget: trust no one.” 

He moved back, revealing the dim lights where shadows danced in a sinister waltz. The ghost town metaphor struck deep; it was vital in this atmosphere to keep my mind focused, lest I lose my footing in the weight of speculation. But I heard him whisper one thing I heard already twice tonight, “I only showed up to tell you, Everyone at this party's a vampire.” Pezzy was mocking us. He knew, and he wanted me to know.

My beating heart stopped and sank down to the ground I was standing on. How in the hell did Pezzy know what Trainium and Suda said to me when they both greeted me? No one heard what they said to me, or so I thought. Can I even trust Trainium or Suda?

Sudden dread washed over me, mingling with the adrenaline that had been surging through my veins. Pezzy’s smirk twisted like a blade in my gut, a blend of mockery and something more profound—knowledge. How much did he know? 

My thoughts tangled in a frantic whirlpool. Tranium and Suda had whispered warnings, but had they indeed been right? Were they part of this game, a hidden agenda lurking behind their words? Pezzy’s laughter rang in the air, drawing the attention of the remaining players as they prepared for the next round. 

“What’s the matter, Angel? Are you beginning to feel a little weight from the truth?” Pezzy’s voice oozed with amusement, yet his eyes held a glint of something sharper. “You’re in a ghost town filled with shadows waiting to consume you. Your friends—you really think they’re on your side?”

The notion sent a cold wave of uncertainty crashing over me. Had I unwittingly walked into a den of vampires, a party layered with deception and insidious motives? Or were they merely trying to protect me? Then it finally dawned upon me, literally everyone is a vampire except me, I was the only one who could feel fear. My blood is what they wanted to feed on, my body was frozen solid. I was played, and played bigtime; they all were working together. 

The realization slammed into me like a freight train; the dance of shadows shifted into a haunting waltz of vulnerability. I stood, frozen, marooned in a sea where I was the sole vessel of humanity, a pulse of warmth against the icy grip of a congregation of vampires. My breath quickened, each inhalation a stark reminder of mortality amidst the echo of otherworldly allure.

Suddenly, the laughter and chatter morphed into a suffocating fog, cocooning me with its sinister embrace. They weren’t here to make friends; they were here for my essence, my life force—my blood. Every smile, every whispered promise felt like thorny tendrils of deceit reaching out to ensnare me. 

Pezzy’s words replayed in my mind, taunting me as they dug into the very marrow of my being: "Everyone at this party's a vampire." He’d known the truth all along, but what did he gain from dragging me into this unnerving game? Was his mocking tone a mask for some deeper malice—or was it a twisted form of camaraderie with a fellow outcast?

My hands trembled, an involuntary response to the rising tide of fear in my gut. I needed to channel that fear into action. Panic could be my downfall if I let it overpower me. I willed my breathing to steady as I cast my gaze across the room, scanning the crowd with newfound wariness.

I needed to extract any information, find any alliances that might help me navigate this labyrinth of deception. Tranium and Suda’s earlier faces flashed in my mind—had they been allies, or were they part of an intricate trap? And what of Pezzy? Was he a potential ally or simply another sharp tooth in this predatory gathering?

“Come on, Angel!” Bigpuffer boomed, breaking through my thoughts. “Don’t keep us in suspense.” He had a charismatic air, but now it felt distinctly predatory, like a wolf urging a lamb to step forward into the fold. 

As I stepped into the circle, forcing my legs to move, my pulse raced like a drum in a chase. I resolved to play their game, to outsmart them at their own dance. I could not let them see my fear. Instead, I would wear it as a cloak—an identity they believed they understood. After all, if I was the only human in this room, then I could also be the only one to see through their veils.

“What’s your question tonight, dear?” Bigpuffer leaned in, a feral grin spreading across his face, his fangs barely hidden by his lips. The atmosphere shifted again, electricity crackling, weaving its way through the air to mine and their charged curiosity.

I met his gaze, my heart racing as I replied, “Are we all dead? Is that really red wine?

Were you feelin' left out?”

The room fell silent, as if the very air had been sucked out, leaving only an unsettling stillness. Bigpuffer's grin faltered, his eyes narrowed into slits as he regarded me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. The others seemed to be holding their collective breath, awaiting his response.

The pause was palpable, heavy with unspoken tension. Then, Bigpuffer's face relaxed, and he let out a low, rumbling chuckle. The sound sent shivers down my spine as he leaned in closer, his fangs glinting in the dim light.

"Ah, Angel, you are a clever one, aren't you?" he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You've managed to cut through the facade and ask the question that's been on everyone's mind, yet too afraid to speak aloud."

He paused, surveying the room with a sweeping glance. The others seemed to be watching him with bated breath, their faces frozen in anticipation.

"As for your question, I'll give you a straight answer," Bigpuffer continued, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Yes, we are all dead, in the classical sense. Our hearts no longer beat, our lungs no longer breathe. But we're not quite... departed, either."

He smiled, revealing the full extent of his fangs. "As for the red wine, well... let's just say it's a bit of a specialty. A certain... vintage, shall we say. One that's been aged to perfection, with a dash of something extra."

The room seemed to vibrate with tension as Bigpuffer's words hung in the air. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I grasped the implications of what he was saying. The "red wine" was likely a euphemism for something far more sinister, something that tied into the mysterious and unsettling atmosphere of the party.

Suddenly, Pezzy spoke up, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Enough games, Bigpuffer. Let's get to the point. We all know why we're here, and it's not for the wine or the company."

The room seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves were closing in. Bigpuffer's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light.

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Pezzy," he purred. "We're not just here for the main course. We're here for the entertainment, the thrill of the hunt. And our dear Angel has just become the star of the show."

As Bigpuffer's words hung in the air, I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine. I was trapped, surrounded by creatures who saw me as nothing more than a plaything, a means to an end. And I knew that I had to think fast, to come up with a plan to survive the night, or risk becoming the main course in their twisted game of survival. But which path is the light or the dark?

The line between light and darkness blurred like a mirage on a scorching desert night. It was a path fraught with danger, where every step forward risked unleashing a maelstrom of uncertainty. As I scanned the room, trying to gauge the intentions of my captors, the shadows seemed to come alive, weaving a dance of deception.

Bigpuffer's words still resonated in my mind: "You, Angel, have become the star of the show." The phrase sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder that I was no longer the audience, but the spectacle itself. The weight of their expectations crushed me, threatening to suffocate me under the pressure of their twisted desires.

In this labyrinth of darkness, I knew that I had to navigate the treacherous terrain, avoiding the pitfalls of their collective psyche. One misstep, one miscalculation, could mean certain doom. And yet, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity, a spark of fascination that ignited my desire to unravel the threads of their twisted game.

A glimmer of light flickered in the distance, beckoning me towards an unknown haven. But was it truly the light, or merely a trap, a cleverly designed snare to ensnare me in their web of deception? Pezzy's words whispered in my mind: "We're not just here for the main course... We're here for entertainment."

Was it possible that there existed a thread of humanity within these creatures, a glimmer of understanding that could bridge the chasm between us? Or was I just chasing a mirage, a fleeting hope that would shatter upon contact with reality?

The darkness seemed to deepen, an impenetrable veil that threatened to consume me whole. And yet, within its depths, I sensed a hidden truth, a secret that only the bravest (or most foolhardy) of souls would dare to pursue.

"Which path is the light?" I mused aloud, my voice barely above a whisper.

Bigpuffer's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolent intent. "Oh, Angel, that's where you're wrong. The light is precisely what you think it is. But be warned: to follow it, you'll have to walk through our darkness."

Pezzy's words cut through the tension, like a cold blade. "We've made our choice. Now it's your turn, Angel. Will you join us, or will you succumb to our... hospitality?"

The room seemed to hold its collective breath, as if awaiting my response. And I, caught in the vortex of their twisted game, realized that I had to make a choice. To step into the darkness, or to forge a path through the shadows, in search of a glimmer of light.

In that moment, I knew that I was no longer just a plaything, but a participant in a macabre dance. The question was: would I become a willing partner, or a reluctant player in their twisted game of survival? The path ahead beckoned, a siren's call that whispered promises of both salvation and damnation. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed into the abyss, ready to take the first step into the unknown.

"Let's play," I said, my voice steady, a declaration of intent that would change the course of my destiny forever.

The room seemed to erupt into a cacophony of sounds, a symphony of excitement and trepidation. Bigpuffer's grin grew even wider, his eyes blazing with anticipation.

"Excellent choice, Angel," he purred, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, let's begin the game."

As the music of fate swelled to a crescendo, I stepped forward, ready to embark on a journey through the very heart of darkness. And in that moment, I knew that I would either find the light or lose myself forever in their shadows.

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of the clooles boys and pregnant reader? You can come up with the plot and what not all I know is that I’m in baby fever so lord help me

Pregnant at Pax - Pezzy x Reader/ Clooless x reader

“Alrighty babe, we have a table- well area- uh I don't know really, but I do know that there is a table and chairs for us to sit at while we talk to fans. You are going to be sitting next to me and Grizzy, then Droid is on my other side while Puffer is on Grizzy’s other side. We got you covered so if you need anything let us know, or whatever. “ Pezzy went on a small rant while I was sitting on our hotel bed in Boston. I was struggling to get out of the bed so I reached my hands out to Pezzy so he could help me up.

“Baby I need help up. I need to pack my snack bag so I don't bother y’all so much.” I said as calmly as possible but I was slightly irritated with how overprotective he has gotten. That thought was soon out of my head as my baby was thinking of how good mcdonalds sounded at 8 in the morning.

“Baby the guys know and don't care, you know that we got you covered in snacks and drinks- what are you- I take that back, what is bean thinking or craving?” He stopped his rant when he saw my face form into a small pleased smile and pleading eyes. Pezzy helped me off the bed following me to the other bed where our suitcases were occupying. 

“Well since you already got our snacks packed, I need to get dressed nice but not too nice. Alllsoo Bean wants a Mcdonald’s milkshake and large fry, or 3 crispy hashbrowns.” I said while moving all my clothes around. I finally found my simple and comfy maternity set that I packed as a backup outfit. I tried my best to put it on without struggling, but I ended up giving up and Pezzy came over to help me in my pants.

As Pezzy zipped up the pants, a gentle smile played on his lips. "There we go, all fashionably ready for our little fan meeting," he teased, giving me a playful poke in the side. I rolled my eyes but felt warm inside, knowing he cared so much.

Once dressed, I practically floated over to the small dining table where we had arranged our snacks. The morning sun streamed in through the hotel window, the golden light illuminating the room in soft hues. I took a deep breath, savoring the smell of the freshly packed treats. Giving more thoughts of the seating arrangement at the tableBetween Pezzy, Grizzy, Droid, and Puffer, I couldn't ask for a more supportive crew.

As I rifled through my snacks, Pezzy lounged against the wall, scrolling through his phone. "What do you think the fans are going to ask us? Probably a lot about our upcoming schedule, right?" 

Just then, a loud knock echoed through the hotel room. Startled, we exchanged glances, and Pezzy walked over to the door. He opened it just a crack, peering out with a curious brow raised. Standing there with an exuberant smile was Grizzy, Droid and Puffer arms laden with coffee cups, McDonald's bags fluttering from the gentle breeze.

"Breakfast is served!" Grizzy announced dramatically, stepping inside and placing down the bounty of food before us. The smell of fries mingled with the rich aroma of coffee, instantly lifting the room's mood. 

Droid shuffled in behind him, his ever-enthusiastic energy filling the space as he chimed in, “I got those milkshakes you wanted! And we even ordered a few extra to share. You can’t resist the milkshake magic—trust me!”

“Trust me Hun, Bean can’t resist the milkshake magic. I just wanted something salty.” I shrugged with a smile gracing my face , while rubbing my baby bump. 

“Did someone say magic?” Puffer, who had just entered the room, leaned against the doorframe with his carefree smile. “All I know is we’ve got a pretty magical group here. Look at this spread!” 

With laughter echoing around us, we gathered at the table, the lively chatter filling the air. I grabbed my milkshake, feeling the sweet, creamy goodness swirl between my fingers, then took a glorious slurp. It was everything I wanted, and instantly, my worries dissipated with each sip.

As the conversations bubbled over and ideas flew in every direction, I relaxed back into my chair, feeling the warmth of camaraderie. Despite my earlier irritation with Pezzy’s protectiveness, I realized that it came from his place of love. 

Just then, Pezzy leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “I know this isn’t a traditional part of PAX and well your tour, but I’m really glad we get these moments together.” I nodded, understanding that amid the chaos of schedules and fans, these little moments—filled with laughter, good food, and the best company—were the true treasures of our journey.  

As Pezzy sat next to me he started rubbing my stomach and the other arm wrapped around my shoulder, everyone started thinking of questions that fans will ask, and how we will respond to them. How we will tell them no I'm not answering that question in a respectful tone.

 As we tossed question ideas back and forth, the thought of dealing with some trickier inquiries crossed my mind. There would surely be questions about my condition—questions laced with curiosity that strayed beyond mere healthy concern. 

“What about personal questions, like about the baby?” I voiced cautiously, catching the group's attention. “How do we handle those?” 

Droid nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Just remember, it's okay to draw boundaries. You can say, ‘We appreciate the love, but we prefer to keep that part of our lives private.’” 

“Respect is key!” Puffer declared jovially, fist-bumping the air. “That way, we can steer the conversation back to the fun stuff, like gaming and snacks!”

“Communication is everything,” Pezzy added, his calm tone laced with reassurance. “We’re a team, and we’ve got each other’s backs.” 

The tension in my shoulders eased as I felt a warm wave of gratitude wash over me. The way they supported not just me, but each other, felt like a beautiful, intricate dance. Together, we’d navigate whatever came our way.

As we collectively crafted responses to hypothetical questions, Grizzy suddenly piped up with a wide-eyed expression, “Okay, but imagine someone asks about secret talents we have! Like, can you juggle? Because I've been working on my juggling skills!” 

“Juggling, huh?” I laughed, my eyes sparkling with amusement. “Show us what you got!” 

Grizzy stood, grabbing some empty snack boxes and setting them up as makeshift juggling balls. The whole group burst into laughter as he attempted to juggle, managing to drop one snack box repeatedly. 

“Not as easy as it looks, huh?” Droid chimed in, feigning a look of mock surprise. 

We all erupted into a fit of laughter, and suddenly I realized how lighthearted the atmosphere had become. In the middle of snacks, silly games, and camaraderie, the worries about the day faded away.

“Hey, we should probably meet up with everyone else soon, it's about an hour and half til we have to be at the table to get us all set up.” I suggested 

“I guess that means we need to save some snacks for later!” Puffer exclaimed, stuffing a hash brown into his mouth as if to emphasize his point. The sight sent us all into another giggle fit, our earlier excitement gearing up for the day ahead.

“Good call,” Pezzy said, glancing at the mess of wrappers and boxes strewn across the table. “We can’t leave a battlefield behind. And who knows, our fans might judge our snack choices!” 

Grizzy attempted to balance the empty boxes on his head, a joke in progress aimed to lighten our spirits even further. “The true test of a great gaming team is their snack strategy!” 

“Alright, let's get organized!” I chimed in, trying to rein in the hilarity to prepare us for the busier part of our day. I began packing up the remaining snacks in my snack bag, grateful for the shared light-heartedness we had cultivated. 

With everyone pitching in, we carefully sorted the snacks. Pezzy’s deft fingers worked to ensure everything was neatly stowed away, while I packed up my milkshake, cradling it in my hand as if it were a treasured possession. 

Once the area was tidied up, I glanced in the mirror across the room, adjusting my hair and giving myself a quick pep talk. I wanted to be fully present for our fans, ready to engage and share in their enthusiasm. 

“Ready to show the world what we’ve got?” I asked, turning back to face the group with a determined smile. Pezzy slung the bag over his shoulder, while grabbing my free hand as we exited the hotel and our room.

They returned my enthusiasm with cheers, collectively pumped for the meet-and-greet. “Let’s do this!” echoed through the small hotel room, harmonizing our shared jitters and excitement.

As we gathered our things, the anticipation in the air seemed to spark with every passing moment. Stepping into the hotel hallway, we faced a bustling PAX world that was alive with the energy of thousands of gamers, creators, and enthusiasts.

The sounds of chatter, laughter, and delighted squeals filled our ears as we made our way toward the expo floor. A vibrant tapestry of colors and sights greeted us—screens flashing gameplay footage, booths showcasing the latest games, and cosplayers parading by in all their elaborate glory. 

As we approached our designated area, the excitement bubbled like the fizzy sweetness of soda. I spotted the long table where we would meet fans, adorned with banners and signs that highlighted our presence. 

Waves of familiar faces began to appear, a mixture of anticipation and joy illuminating their expressions. I felt my heart race. This was what it was all about—the passion of the community wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

“Just remember, we’re here to have fun! Get to know our fans and let them know how much we appreciate them,” Pezzy said, squeezing my shoulder gently and kissing my cheek, grounding me amidst the whirlwind of activity.

The simple gesture—so tender and reassuring—sent a surge of warmth through me. The packed convention center buzzed with energy, but in that moment, everything else faded into the background. It was just me, Pezzy, and the unshakeable bond we shared.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I said, my voice steady as I adjusted my stance, taking a deep breath to fuel my excitement. The thought of meeting our fans filled me with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. These were the people who had cheered us on, shared our laughs, and accompanied us through our journeys.

As we approached the table, I caught a glimpse of some fans already waiting, their eyes sparkling with the thrill of anticipation. Some held memorabilia—action figures, posters, and even gaming consoles, eager for us to sign their treasures. Others wore shirts adorned with our logo, a testament of their support. Each face held a unique story, and I felt a deep desire to connect with them.

“Hi, folks!” I called out, an exuberant smile breaking across my face. The fans lit up in response, shouting back greetings that echoed like music in the lively hall. 

“Thank you for coming! We’re so excited to meet each and every one of you!”

A wave of laughter surged through the small gathering. It effectively broke the ice, melting any nerves that lingered in the air. As fans approached, the spirit of inclusion swelled and wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

One young girl, no older than eight, skipped forward with bright eyes glistening with excitement. “Can I have a goofy face picture with you?” she asked, her voice bubbling with glee. 

“Absolutely!” I exclaimed, dropping my silliness meter into overdrive. I pursed my lips and crossed my eyes, mimicking cartoonish characters, and Pezzy joined in, his exaggerated poses doubling the laughter. 

Click! The camera captured the moment, and her laughter rang in my ears—pure, unfiltered joy. 

Afterward, with her heart full of delight, she skipped away, waving her hands behind her. The ripple of happiness she left in her wake ignited a newfound eagerness within me. 

As much as I enjoyed eating snacks, it was the genuine connections I truly cherished. Each interaction revealed bits of our shared passions, and stories flowed like the sweetest honey as fans shared their exciting journeys through gaming, what inspired them, and even their favorite moments from our content. 

“Your songs on the last album release really helped me through some tough times,” one fan shared, visibly moved. “It made me feel like I wasn’t alone.” 

My heart squeezed at the sincerity of his words. “Thank you for sharing that with us,” I replied. “It means the world to know we can be a part of your journey. You’re not alone. We’re all in this together!” 

The day unfolded in a beautiful blur of laughter, gratitude, and the kind of camaraderie that bridged the gap between creator and fan. Pezzy expertly juggled conversations, signing autographs while ensuring that no fan felt overlooked. 

As the clock ticked by, and the line snaked ever longer, I felt a rush of fulfillment. “This is good for the soul,” I mused aloud to Pezzy during a brief respite. 

He smiled, eyes shining with warmth. “Exactly. Remember, this is more than just a job. We’re creating a community, and today we get to celebrate it.”

Just as we prepared for the next wave of fans, a commotion from the side caught our attention. A group of cosplayers made their entrance, dressed in elaborate costumes, each one more impressive than the last. The crowd erupted in cheers, and soon enough, they were heading our way—part of our ever-growing family.

With each laugh, each shared story, and each encouraging word, I felt a deeper connection with the very people who made what we did possible. Today was more than just a meet-and-greet; it was a testament to the joy of human connection, solidarity, and the love emanating from a community passionate about gaming and friendship. 

And through it all, Pezzy remained close, his presence a constant source of strength and light as we ventured deeper into this beautiful chaos. Together, we would forge a tapestry rich with stories—our own and those of the fans whose lives intertwined with ours. This was our world, and we were ready to embrace it.

Deep in Your- Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Out of context clip from chat- Link at the bottom of the short story

TW: female pronouns, established relationship, cursing, use of "orgasm" word, use of "Fat girl moments" if i missed anything lmk <3

“Guys, if you didn't know already my girlfriend is a big back.” Pezzy commented

“HEY! Now, there is nothing wrong with eating good food. I work it off in the gym with Grizzy and my job has a lot of stairs I gotta climb.” I snapped back at him with my arms crossed with a pouty lip as he laughed at me being slightly offended

“Baby, I know, I know.” Pezzy tried to console me as I was pouting beside him.

“Mhm sure anyway chat, the people in texas, have y’all tried the new- um, oh god what was it called? The new dish at Potente, anyway I don't remember what it was called.” I stumbled through my memory of the name.

“It was a big ass bowl of pasta. Hold up, let me look at the picture, yes chat, I took a picture of their menu.” I said while giving the camera a side eye, answering a question that was probably gonna get asked. 

“See guys, this is what I mean!” Pezzy pointed out

I held up my left pointer finger to his lips to shush him, calling me out for doing fat girl moments, like Grizzy fat moments. I kept scrolling while Pezzy kept talking to chat, until I found my picture of the menu. 

“OH, I found it! The dish is called AGNOLOTTI. It is made with jumbo lump blue crab, fire roasted artichoke, fennel bulb and vermentino bianco.” I exclaimed happily to Pezzy and chat.

“Peeps, when I tell you this dish was so good that I ordered two, I’m not fucking joking. It was like an orgasm in my mouth and deep in my stomach.” I explained to chat since Pezzy knew I brought leftovers home when I got back.

“Guys do you like it deep up in your stomach?” Pezzy blurted out his questions without hesitation. Once he realized what he said out loud, his smile started growing like the Grinch's heart. He started laughing and leaning to the right laying his head on his desk while I looked at him as if he was crazy. I chuckled, shaking my head, with him but kept looking at the menu picture wanting to go back. 

I manhandled the mic over to my side of the desk and looked directly into the camera, as Pezzy was still laughing his head off.

“Yes, baby I love it deep in my stomach.” I answered his question. I changed my gaze towards Pezzy and he was slightly shocked. When his brain clicked, I took the mic, he snatched it back. After he got his microphone situated, he looked at me as if I had two heads with what I said. I shrugged my shoulders wearing an innocent look on my face.

“Babe, you didn't have to announce that in front of- wait how many people do i have in this stream?” Pezzy questioned, scrambling to see how many viewers he has.

“BABE! There’s over three thousand people here!” he yelled at me but in shock

“No one needs to know our sex life.” He commented to me

“Who said anything about our sex life?” I questioned innocently

“I was talking about the food from the restaurant being all in my guts.” I said in a funny voice, wiggling my eyebrows. 

“Oh my god, you're unbelievable.” he shook his head.

“I love you babe.” I leaned over to his right ear and kissed his cheek.

you dont get context for this now get cucked - Twitch

I do NOT own the banner/divider, The artwork belongs to the artist which has been linked. Nor do I own Pezzy or any of his content that is all him and his work.

Furry Baby - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Sly steals the show

TW: Established relationship, lmk if i missed anything

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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