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☆Clooless

Night of laughter

Astigmatic

Drunk Clooless moments

Three Players?

Clooless Comfort

Surprise Attack

Vibe Haven

A Tender Moment

Fairly Clooless

Not Clooless anymore

The Charm of Cherry Blossoms

Birthday Podcast

Clooless Queen

A Clooless Surpirse Attack

Summary: Enjoying your day off by yourself, that funny

TW: Platonic relationships

The sun lounged high in the sky, casting a golden hue over our backyard, I laid all sprawled out comfortably on my sun chair, a blanket of warmth coaxing my thoughts into a trance. My playlist hummed softly, a gentle soundtrack for a perfect, lazy day. But unbeknownst to you, your friends—Droid, Puffer, Grizzy, and Pezzy—were not so peacefully enjoying their morning.

In the shadows of the kitchen/dining room, a conspiratorial meeting was underway. Puffer, with his knack for technology, had hacked into the water gun app and was ready to unleash a sophisticated ambush. Grizzy, with his endless energy, was bouncing with excitement, practicing his sneaky stealth moves. Pezzy, the strategist of the group, had drawn a battle plan on the back of a pizza box, while Droid, the prankster, creatively envisioned how they could turn this simple idea into a video, or a topic on their podcast.

In front of them, remnants of last night’s pizza served as both their sustenance and battlefield strategy. The atmosphere was electric with youthful mischief, and the air buzzed with the promise of an impending adventure.

Puffer, eyes glinting with the excitement of his recent technological exploits, leaned closer, showcasing his phone. “I’ve hacked into the water gun app to modify our settings! We can control the range, the spray patterns, and even sync it to the beat of music we choose.”

“Epic! That means we can launch surprise water blasts and leave them confused with our synchronized strikes,” Grizzy chimed in, bouncing in place. He couldn’t contain his enthusiasm. The mere thought of their impending ambush had him practically vibrating with anticipation.

Meanwhile, Pezzy meticulously traced lines on the pizza box, layering it with doodles, diagrams, and battle plans. “Here’s the plan: we’ll start at this corner of the yard for a surprise attack, then we circle around to launch water balloons from behind the garden shed. Droid, you take the front line and distract them while we flank from the sides!”

Droid, the resident prankster and content creator, nodded enthusiastically. His creative mind ran wild with the possibilities. “And I can film everything! Just think about the footage we could get—the slow-mo, the dramatic splashes! We can turn this into the most legendary episode for our podcast. ‘The Great Water War of Summer 2023!’ It’ll get tons of views!”

With their plan solidified, each member took on a role that best suited their talents. Puffer gathered the modified water guns, fitting them with accessories for optimal function, while Grizzy practiced his low-to-the-ground sneaking technique, perfecting his silent approach. Pezzy checked their ammunition, arranging water balloons with military precision, while Droid set up the camera on a nearby tripod, ready to capture the moment.

As the appointed hour approached, the group exchanged glances filled with mischief and camaraderie. The target of their surprise was you—an unsuspecting sunbather, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing just beyond the kitchen door. A sense of solid camaraderie filled their hearts, igniting their excitement further.

“Alright, team! On my signal!” Pezzy whispered, holding up his finger and counting down. The energy in the room was palpable as they huddled closely. “Three… Two… One!”

With a sudden burst, they flooded into the yard like a playful tide. Grizzy, leading the charge, aimed his water gun with laser focus. Puffer and Pezzy flanked, expertly maneuvering through the yard to their designated spots. Droid, even the showman, activated the camera to capture the magic of their friendship.

The silence was electric. You shifted, sensing something was amiss, but before you could react, they launched into action! Water flew in every direction, bright laughter echoing against the walls of the house as you were caught completely off-guard.

“Surprise!” they shouted in unison as you stood up, wide-eyed and drenched. The sunlit joyous chaos unfolded before you, with slow-motion shots of water splashes, squeals of laughter, and the delightful cacophony of summer fun.

As the playful ambush transformed into an all-out water battle, Droid made sure every moment was captured—slow-motion sprays and gleeful escapes turned into a vivid tapestry of memories that would make for great content. You, initially shocked, broke into laughter, joining in the fray as you quickly grabbed a nearby water balloon to unleash your own revenge.

With laughter erupting from every corner of the backyard, the initial shock of the ambush melted away, leaving nothing but the exhilaration of a water-soaked skirmish. You quickly scanned your surroundings and spotted it—a brightly colored water balloon, just within reach. With newfound determination, you lunged for it, your heart racing with the thrill of battle.

“Time for some payback!” I shouted, my voice ringing with joy filled the air with laughter. In an instant, I was charging forward, aiming my balloon with all the precision of a seasoned water warrior. Grizzy, still caught up in his raucous laughter, turned just as I hurled the balloon toward him.

SPLAT!

The balloon burst spectacularly against Grizzy's chest, showering him with a cascade of water, causing him to stumble backward in surprise. The sight sent me into fits of laughter, which ignited the competitive spirit in the guys even more. Droid, camera in hand, caught it all—the moment of impact, Grizzy’s wide-eyed expression followed by his uproarious laugh, poised proudly for victory.

As I zigzagged around the yard, bursting balloons with the precision of a sharpshooter, Pezzy laughed heartily while dodging the water flurry, all the while yelling, “All’s fair in love and war—I just need to get a few more shots for the ‘great ambush reveal’ ceremony!”

Puffer, never one to back down, charged towards me with his water gun in full blast, expertly spraying me from head to toe. I barely had time to react as you raised your balloon defensively, half-soaked but still laughing.

“Get ready, Puffer!” I yelled, quickly retaliating with a water balloon that grazed his shoulder, sending him laughing into a spin.

The intensity of the battle crescendoed, filled with gleeful shouts and comedic antics—a game where everyone was an unwitting hero in their own epic saga. Droid remained in the thick of it, capturing frame after frame of the chaos unfolding, delighting in the beauty of friendship turned into playful warfare.

As the sun began to slip lower in the sky, painting it with hues of orange and pink, your group was laughing so hard they could barely keep track of water balloons anymore. Instead, it became a free-for-all, with whoever got soaked next was just part of the fun.

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Edits? - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Reader and Pezzy are yapping with chat

TW: Established Relationship, kissing,

“Chat today we are going to play a game with Grizzy, but we have about an hour and half to yap, and who else are we gonna yap with?” Pezzy said to his stream “My girlfriend, ___, hint the extra chair, that she probably won’t even sit in. She will be joining us soon. She is getting “dressed” aka she didn't want to be in her pjs on stream so she's getting into lounge wear.”

I heard him inform them of my antics, as I was walking to his office, which was comfortably cluttered, with bright LED lights casting playful shadows on the walls. Figurines of video games and animated characters adorned the space, while the faint glow of computer screens illuminated his excited face. The chat exploded with emojis and messages as soon as I entered. I knocked on the door to his office and walked in. “Hey babe.” I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips, he spun around in his chair to admire me. 

“Hey there, everyone! This is my girlfriend, ___, if you guys haven’t met her!” Pezzy beamed, gesturing dramatically with his hands as he introduced me. “Look at her! Isn’t she the best?” The chat buzzed with a chorus of praises and Q&A prompts. I could feel my smile grow with a mixture of excitement and the thrill of being in front of an online audience.

“Sorry for the delay,” I said with a grin as I took the seat beside him, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “I didn’t want to give you a fashion show in those cozy pajamas.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to distract the viewers with your effortless cuteness!” Pezzy teased, his eyes sparkling as he launched into an easy banter with the chat. I settled into my seat and watched the stream chat unfold, amused by the interactions.

“Ooo I like that question, have you seen Pezzy tiktok yet?” I read out loud, with my eyes cutting to Pezzy, as his smile grew and he raised his hand to cover his face. 

“Oh no, not that one!” Pezzy groaned, his face turning a shade darker as he turned back to the camera, an expression of mock horror etched on his features. The chat exploded with laughter and a flurry of comments about the infamous TikTok. I could practically hear their eagerness to expose Pezzy’s secret past.

“What did you do?” I teased, leaning forward with a playful glint in my eye. “You didn’t take a dive off a coffee table again, did you?”

Pezzy immediately waved his hands in frantic denial, but the smile couldn't escape his lips. “Okay, okay, maybe I encouraged them, chat, to make edits of the podcast, but it turned into “lEt’S mAkE eDiTs Of PeZzY.” sadly.” he confessed. "But in my defense, I was inspired, and the editing was top-notch!” 

“Oh baby, I have seen them all.” I respond with a devious smirk growing on my face. “Chat, do you think I have only one account?” I stare down into the camera, then switch to the monitor to watch the editors panic and throw a tizzy, revealing new information.

“Trust me, chat, when I say this: I see and have seen all the edits of my boyfriend, and LIKED THEM ALL. There's one that's my favorite and I have set it as my background on one of my settings- Well I take that back, there's two that are my favorite but only one of them made it to my background.” I said to chat as I was pulling out my phone. “The one that didn't make it as my background was Pezzy and I with Sugar by Flo Rida ft Wynter Gordon behind it, I LOVE that one so much! So if you did do that one, I would kiss ya on the cheek.” Pezzy looked over at me with a puzzled look but shrugged after it clicked in his head.

“NOWWW, for the one that made it to my background, is one where it started off with him talking about me accidentally hitting the horn on his car, and I blamed him, which had Candy by Doja Cat.” I started laughing as I pulled up the home screen, on my phone, with my finger holding it so the live picture would play. 

The moment my phone lit up, the vibrant colors of the live wallpaper came alive, showcasing Pezzy’s familiar smile. The clip started rolling, and instantly the room was filled with the infectious rhythm of “Candy” by Doja Cat, perfectly syncing with the humorous chaos that was about to unfold on my screen.

In the video, Pezzy animatedly recounted the day I’d accidentally laid into the car horn, caught in the exhilarating mix of surprise and irritation. “I mean, I’m just trying to park, and suddenly—BEEP BEEP—my car is announcing our arrival like a marching band!” His exaggerated expressions were priceless, his eyes wide and hands flying as he humorously detailed the encounter.

As the video played, the chat erupted with comments laughing at his antics. “Classic Pezzy!” floated by, alongside “Why didn’t I get to see that live?” The viewers were fully engaged, leaning into the hilarity unfolding in the clip.

I couldn’t help but laugh along, reliving the chaos of that day. “In my defense, I thought I was just changing the radio station!” I announced, punctuating my remark with a dramatic hand gesture. The laughter from the chat grew louder, and I felt warmth wash over me, knowing that the audience was with us in every moment of joy.

“Let’s not forget your very convincing argument that it was totally my fault!” Pezzy added, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I swear you could’ve sold it to a jury!”

“Oh please, I was merely pointing out that cars should come with an ‘I’m not ready’ warning! Cars and I are not friends,” I replied, visibly amused. A flurry of comments filled the chat—“She’s got a point!” and “Cars need to be more understanding!”

The video played on, and as Pezzy’s narration continued, he showcased each detail dramatically, especially when he got to the part where I burst out laughing, completely caught off guard by the horn honking. The clip concluded with a perfect freeze-frame of us laughing together, which elegantly transitioned into the beautiful background of my phone.

“See? Look how cute we are!” I declared, beaming as I turned my phone to show not just Pezzy’s expression but the candid moment we had shared. The chat exploded again, chaos and adoration entwined; it was a magical moment of connection, reminding everyone why they loved tuning in.

“I bet I’m not the only one who wished they could be an extra in our wild little life!” Pezzy winked at the camera, running a hand through his hair like the charming host he is.

Someone in the chat suggested a collaboration for “car confessions,” and that sent us both into essentially another round of fits of laughter. “Oh my gosh, what a disaster that would be! I’d probably just end up honking all the way to the grocery store!” I chuckled.  

“I can see it now—‘Welcome back to Pezzy and ___’s car confessions, where the only thing we hit is the horn!’” he joked, throwing his head back theatrically as if conducting a game show, and I totally played along, dramatically feigning surprise with a hand to my forehead.

The conversation flowed seamlessly as the viewers continued to drop in their car-related stories, sharing similar confessions of clumsiness behind the wheel. We knew we had tapped into something universally relatable, and it felt exhilarating to ride the wave of shared laughter.

As the stream continued, the laughter morphed into goofy ideas for challenges: “Pezzy’s Parking Challenge,” or “Confession Corner,” where viewers could send in stories while Pezzy and I laughed our way through them.

In that moment, I realized our connection with the audience had blossomed into something wonderfully organic, uniting us through shared experiences and laughter. You see, it wasn’t just about the giggles or the memes; it was about creating a space where everyone felt at home, welcoming the delightful chaos that life brings, and celebrating it together—with all our quirks. 

And as we leaned back in our chairs, recording our joyful banter, I felt grateful to share not just a stream, but a genuine piece of us with the world—a reminder that laughter really can be the sweetest candy of all.

“Chat, good luck on finding my secret account, not even Pezzy knows my secret accounts’ name.” I say with a small challenge

Not Clooless Anymore

Summary: Fairly Clooless part2

TW: Cute moments, flirting, lmk if i missed anything

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the Texas landscape, painting the Texas sky with brilliant shades of orange and purple. I stepped out of my car, feeling the warm evening air kiss my toasty skin. I stood outside the familiar neon lights of Waffle House, a sense of excitement bubbling within my body. The day had been filled with the delightful chaos of the Texas fair—blaring music, the intoxicating aroma, and rides that twisted and turned like my own thoughts and insecurities.

The Texas fair had been a whirlwind of laughter, cotton candy, and the thrilling rush of adrenaline, but now, the promise of crispy waffles, cheesy hash browns, and the company oF the boys made my heart flutter in anticipation.

I checked my phone, squinting in the twilight to see if the others were here. It wasn’t long before I spotted Droid’s unmistakable truck rolling into the parking lot, followed closely by Puffer and Grizzy in their flashy Sedans. And then, like a flash of dark thunder, Pezzy roared into view on his sleek black motorcycle, the engine’s purr blending in with the fading sounds of the fair.

"Hey, ___!" Grizzy shouted as he bounded over from his car, excitement practically radiating from him like the setting sun behind them. He wore his trademark grin, one that always made situations feel a little brighter.

“____! Over here!” Droid called, tossing her a casual wave as he parked his truck. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of the boys, my grin widening as they hopped out of their cars, laughter spilling out into the cooling evening air.

“Did anyone win a stuffed animal?” I asked, turning to see Droid, who was carrying a massive teddy bear tucked under his arm. I also noticed a big push toy poking out from the backseat of Grizzy’s car. “Grizzy! Did you get the giant stuffed bear?” I asked teasing with a gentle smile

“Uh, yeah. That’s a trophy for winning at life,” he replied with a playful smirk. “Meet Mr. Snuggly and I have a gift for you in the back of my car.” Droid winked at me

“Nah, I went for the goldfish instead!” he laughed, knowing full well that it was just a way to mess with me. Knowing Grizzy, he’d surely end up with a life-sized inflatable T-Rex instead.

“Didn’t think you’d show up!” Puffer teased as he approached me first, giving me a quick hug before making room for the others.

Droid approached, his casual stride and laid-back charm eliciting a warm sense of familiarity in my bones that felt like home. He ruffled my hair as he passed by, a brotherly gesture that inevitably made me roll my ___ eyes. “Thought I’d find you guys here. Ready to drown ourselves in waffles?” 

“Please, like I could resist waffles after a long day of overpriced snacks and rides! Plus, I have to stay fuelled for our late-night shenanigans after the stunts I pulled tonight!” I Laughed, my spirits higher than ever tonight.

“I know exactly what you mean. I still feel sick from that funnel cake!” Grizzy added dramatically, placing a hand on his stomach as he leaned against the wall of the diner. “But nothing a plate of hash browns can’t fix, right?”

Droid and Puffer exchanged knowing glances, always amused by their friend’s antics. And as Pezzy strolled over, kicking his kickstand down with a flourish, I felt a flutter in my chest that I couldn’t quite explain.

“Did you guys see the fireworks?” Pezzy chimed in, a little more quietly than the others, his gaze quickly flitting back to mine, a fleeting connection that made my stomach flutter, but I brushed it off. 'It’s just post-fair magic,’ I thought, trying not to read too much into it. 

“Yeah, they were incredible! But honestly, now I just want to eat pancakes until I explode,” Puffer quipped, slapping Grizzy on the back as they made their way toward the entrance.

“Hey, ____,” Pezzy said, flashing me a bright smile that sent butterflies dancing through my stomach. “You ready for some real food? I actually have a craving for that Texas cheesesteak omelet, but I can be persuaded for anything covered in syrup.”

“Totally! I’m with you on that one,” I replied, unable to contain her enthusiasm. “Waffles topped with ice cream—now that’s a Texas masterpiece.”

As they entered Waffle House, the warm scent enveloped them. The air was permeated with the irresistible smell of butter and syrup, a scent that was so deeply woven into their memories of late-night adventures and shared laughter. The interior was filled with the comforting chatter of other late-night diners and the sizzle of food cooking on the grill. 

They slid into a booth they chose was cozy—wooden and a bit worn-in, the kind of place that felt like home. ___ slid into the middle seat, Droid to her left, and Pezzy to her right, the perfect configuration for subtle glances and stolen moments, the latter of whom took a deep breath as he subtly nudged closer to her. Grizzy and Puffer settled opposite them, already debating their orders in playful retorts.

“Okay, what's everyone ordering?” ___ asked, tone bubbly as she flipped through the laminated menu, pretending not to notice Pezzy’s growing nervousness.

Pezzy took a deep breath as he watched ___, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest. He’d never had the courage to tell her about his crush, but every casual remark felt layered with an unspoken affection that he wanted to express. He fiddled with his menu, glancing back at her, nervously biting his lip. 

“Definitely the hash browns—it’s the best way to start,”Grizzy declared, and the group followed suit, their laughter echoing around the diner as they decided on their meals.

“Why not try the All-Star Special?” Pezzy suggested, leaning a bit closer as he flashed her another dazzling smile. “You can get everything—waffles, eggs, bacon, and still have room for more!”

“Same!” Puffer joined in. “But I’m adding extra bacon. Gotta live large after all those funnel cakes.”

“___! What are you getting?” he blurted out, desperately trying to sound casual.

“I think I might go with the classic waffle, loaded with strawberries,” she grinned, unaware of the fluttering competition swirling around in Pezzy's stomach. 

“Those berries will definitely sweeten up your already sweet personality,” Pezzy said, attempting to keep his tone light but feeling his cheeks slightly heat up. ___ felt her cheeks warm under his gaze. “You have a point! I think I’ll take you up on that,” she replied, her heart racing in ways it hadn’t before.

“Alright, alright,” Droid interjected, breaking Pezzy's moment of hesitance with a calm, brotherly energy. “Let’s order before it gets too crowded in here.” The waitress approached, and as they squabble about orders, Pezzy felt his heart race while stealing glances at ___'s animated expressions.

“Alright, who’s ordering first?” Puffer asked, leaning dramatically over the table like a showman.

As the waiter approached to take their order, ___ felt Pezzy’s slight tension radiating next to her. She could almost feel his thoughts swirling; she glanced at him just as he took a deep breath, his eyes almost playful yet glazed with determination.

“Uh, I’ll also have the All-Star Special, but can you add a side of, um,” he fumbled, his cheeks slightly pinking, “a side of your heart?” 

Puffer almost choked on his drink, and Droid smirked, shaking his head. “Smooth, Pezzy, real smooth.”

___ couldn’t help but laugh, the warmth spreading through her again as she met Pezzy’s gaze. “Clever. But maybe let’s stick to just waffles for now?”

The table erupted with laughter, the sound of friendship filling the air as they made fun of Pezzy’s attempt—a lighthearted bond wrapped in unadulterated joy.

With their orders placed and the waitress retreating, the table erupted into a flurry of conversations, stories, and laughter. Grizzy and Puffer continued their playful banter, while Droid and ___shared fond memories of their previous discord hangouts. As they waited for their food, the chatter flowed as freely as the sweet syrup they’d soon douse their waffles in. Stories of fair rides, a debate on who could eat the most hash browns, and endless laughter echoed within the little booth. ___ caught Droid rolling his eyes, while Grizzy animatedly recreated the fair's biggest ride. 

And then there was Pezzy, who seemed lost in the moment, glancing at ___ with a goofy smile. He was trying so hard not to come off as nervous that it was endearing. 

As their orders arrived, the table transformed into a feast of colors and aromas. The sight of sizzling waffles, golden-brown hash browns, and fluffy omelets was enough to summon quickened appetites.

“Girls first!” Puffer declared, gesturing dramatically towards ___ and Grizzy. “Let’s see how fast you can demolish that plate!”

“Challenge accepted!” ___ grinned back as Pezzy chuckled beside her, the energy of the room buzzing with laughter and chatter.

As they dived into their meals, ___ caught Pezzy stealing glances her way. Every time she met his gaze, they shared unspoken moments of connection—a tentative dance of burgeoning feelings that neither of them dared to voice

“Hey, ____,” Pezzy finally said, his voice breaking through the noise. “You’ve been doing really well in school. I mean, I've always thought you were pretty amazing, like, really driven.”

“Thanks, Pezzy! That means a lot coming from you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

“Let’s make a pact,” Droid said, forcing the mood to shift. “Next time we hit the fair, we’ll take our own car, and anyone who loses at the games pays for the next Waffle House trip!”

“Deal!” they all cheered, the lighthearted banter continuing late into the evening, making plans for the next fun night together.

“Cheers to fair days and waffle nights!” Droid raised his mug of iced tea, and the others followed suit, all clinking their drinks together.

“Here’s to late night shenanigans!” ____ added with a laugh, glancing over at Pezzy, who looked more relaxed now, joy blooming behind his eyes.

“Next year, we should try the Ferris wheel together. Just us,” he suggested, his voice softening as he glanced away, a hint of shyness creeping into his tone.

“You’re on!” ____ replied, heart racing with the implications of his words. The night felt electric, filled with chances and possibilities, their friendship slowly unfolding into something more beautiful.

As midnight crept closer, they finished their meals with promises of more adventures, laughter still alive in the air like the smell of waffles and syrup. The friendships lingered, intertwined with new beginnings, with warm friendship and the exhilarating thrill of something deeper brewing just beneath the surface.

So as they stepped back out into the starry Texas night, ___ felt grateful for the journey they all shared, knowing the sun might set on one adventure, but it always rose on another—with the possibility of newfound connections, tender moments, and, of course, more late-night Waffle House escapades.

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Stormy Conversation

Summary: Grizzy needs to talk to you, but what's it about?

TW: Slight angst, established relationship, healthy communication

In the heart of Texas, a storm brewed fiercely outside. The thunder rumbled like an old giant’s growl, while the wind seemed to dance wildly, sending rain cascading down the windows like a shimmering veil. It was on this tempestuous day, inside a cozy kitchen alive with the aroma of cinnamon and fresh-baked cookies, that two souls found themselves on the verge of a monumental conversation.

You leaned against the cool granite island, glancing at the flickering lights that hinted at the storm’s power. Across from you, Grizzy stood with a furrowed brow, a serious expression shadowing his usually jovial demeanor. His tousled hair fell across his forehead, damp from the humidity that clung to the air, and with a deep breath, he spoke—his voice barely rising above the thunder.

“You don’t know me,” he began, each word heavy with unspoken emotions. “I’m not the same person anymore.”

The kitchen seemed to grow quieter, the storm momentarily a background chorus to this pivotal moment. You watched him closely, the eyes that sparkled with warmth now clouded with uncertainty. Memories of laughter and late-night talks flooded your mind—fragments of the Grizzy you had always known, the man who could light up any room with his charm and kindness.

As the rain drummed steadily against the roof, you nodded slowly, acknowledging the gravity of his words. “That’s okay,” you replied, your voice steady but gentle. “I’ll get to know you again.”

Your words hung in the air, tentative yet resolute, bridging the chasm his revelation seemed to create. You stepped closer to him, the bond between the two of you pulsing like the distant thunder. “People change, Grizzy. Life happens. But I believe in what we’ve built, and I’m willing to explore this new version of you.”

He looked at you, vulnerability softening his features. The storm outside continued to rage, but in that warm kitchen, a spark of hope ignited. Grizzy took a step toward you, and as he did, the clouds swirling in his eyes began to clear. “I’m scared,” he admitted quietly. “Scared of losing what we had and unsure if I can be who you need me to be.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to take his hand, feeling the steadiness of his heartbeat resonating through your fingertips. “You don’t have to be who I need you to be. Just be yourself. Let’s navigate this together, one step at a time.”

In that moment, the storm outside began to soften, as if it too were responding to the warmth of the rekindled connection between you. The sounds of rain drizzling against the windows were now a soothing symphony, encouraging you both to let the past mingle with the present.

“Let’s start with the little things,” you suggested, a playful glint in your eye. “Tell me what you love now. What makes you tick?”

Grizzy chuckled lightly, the tension dissolving as he recounted tales of new interests—adventures in painting, a fascination with the stars, and stories of friendship that had shaped him recently. Each word opened doors to understanding, laughter echoing in the kitchen as the warmth from the oven mingled with the chemistry between you.

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Battle of Burnout - BigPuffer x Reader

Summary: medical!reader experiencing burn out

TW: Established relationship, burned out mentally, crying, kisses

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day filled with back-to-back patients and critical decisions that didn’t go as planned,__ returned home feeling utterly defeated. As she walked through the door, the weight of the world on her shoulders, the dam holding back her tears finally broke. She burst into a flood of emotions—fear, exhaustion, and a sense of defeat engulfing her like a raging sea. Caught in this whirlwind, she didn’t notice that BigPuffer—the boyfriend she adored, with his kind eyes and infectious laughter—was live streaming on Twitch, sharing his gaming adventures with the online world.

As she stood there, tears cascading down her cheeks, BigPuffer's keen senses kicked in. He promptly muted his mic, knowing that something was wrong. He strolled over to her, his concern evident in his posture and expression. “___, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, his voice laced with warmth and care. The sight of her in distress pulled at his heartstrings, and without waiting for a response, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, wanting to provide comfort amidst the storm.

___, feeling the reassurance of his embrace, struggled to find her words. “I’m just so… tired, Puffer. It’s too much. I can’t do it anymore.” She sobbed against him, her heart aching with the weight of her responsibilities.

BigPuffer tightened his hold, a protective warmth wrapping around ___ as he listened carefully, giving her the space and comfort she so desperately needed. "I get it," he replied gently, recognizing the depth of her exhaustion. "You give so much of yourself to everyone else, and it's okay to feel this way."

___ pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, searching for understanding. "It’s just… I love what I do, but I feel like I’m drowning. I’m always on call, always trying to be there for my patients, but it’s taking a toll on me,” she confessed, each word punctuated by a tremor in her voice. “I don’t want to let anyone down, but I don’t want to break either.”

With a deep breath, BigPuffer brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gazed intently at her, his expression soft yet resolute. “You won’t let anyone down by taking care of yourself, ___. You have to be okay first to help others. What if you scaled back just a little? You could still care for your patients but find time for yourself too.”

BigPuffer pulled back slightly so he could look into her eyes. “You know you don’t have to do this if it’s hurting you, right? I love you, and I want you to be happy. I’m doing well in my streaming—why not cut back on your hours? You deserve to take care of yourself.”

His words resonated within her as they lingered in the air, filled with the promise of possibility. The thought of cutting back had seemed daunting, but with Puffer by her side, it felt like a more manageable reality. She thought of the things she loved outside of work: painting, cooking, spending carefree time with him, and even just lounging on the couch with a good book. Those moments felt so far away from her reality lately, overshadowed by the constant demands of her job.

“You really mean it?” ___ asked, needing the reassurance that this wasn’t just a fleeting thought. “You’re okay with me cutting back on hours?”

“Absolutely,” he replied confidently. “Think of what that could mean for both of us. We can have our evenings back, our weekends. You can explore your hobbies again. I want to support you, ___. You don’t have to carry the world alone.”

With a deep breath, ___ nodded, “Okay, maybe I can cut my hours. I do love the extra spending money, but I can find other ways to express myself outside of work.” 

The warmth of his encouragement flooded her with hope. A small smile began to pull at the corners of her lips as she pictured weekends filled with baking experiments gone awry, movie marathons, and perhaps even moving their twitch gaming sessions into their living room for cozy nights filled with laughter.

“I could definitely use the time to recharge and be a better version of myself,” ___ admitted, the thought blossoming inside her like a flower reaching for the sun. “And maybe it could even help me reconnect with the joy I used to feel at work.”

BigPuffer looked down at her with affection, his thumb gently brushing away a tear that had made its way down her cheek. “Then that’s settled. Let’s figure out a plan together. We can make this work, and we’ll do it as a team,” he said, his voice warm and firm, anchoring her amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

The thought of cutting back was daunting, but a flicker of relief twinkled in ___’s heart. She always enjoyed her job; it was her purpose in life. But the pressure and the constant feeling of burnout were overshadowing her love for it. BigPuffer’s support made it seem possible. They often joked about how ___ would spend her paycheck on cute outfits and little treats, things that brought her joy in an otherwise demanding world.

As they sat on the couch, she shared her fear that cutting back might mean she was letting people down—her patients, her co-workers. BigPuffer listened attentively, reminding her that her well-being mattered more than any expectations. With every word, he encouraged her to imagine the fun they could have—cooking together, exploring new places, or just having lazy Sundays filled with video games and laughter.

With his support and understanding, ___ felt a spark of hope. She could carve out a path that allowed her to maintain her passion for helping others while also prioritizing her mental health. The following week, ___ made the decision to cut her hours, balancing her schedule with time for herself and her creativity.

As she shared the news with her coworkers, they were supportive—some even admired her courage to prioritize her happiness. Little by little, ___ rediscovered the joy in her work, the grace in her interactions, and the laughter she missed during those exhausting hours.

With newfound resolve, she stepped back and kissed BigPuffer softly on the cheek, a gesture brimming with gratitude and love. “Thank you for reminding me that I deserve this. You’re right; I can’t do it all unless I’m whole. I’m ready to make that change.”

Rainy Music

Summary: Grizzy and you make music together on a rainy day

TW: established relationship

One rainy afternoon, with thunder echoing like a distant drumroll, ___ and Grizzy decided to collaborate on a new track that had been swirling in their minds for weeks. As the rain tapped against the windows, they turned on their equipment, feeling the energy of the storm fueling their creativity. 

“Let’s make something that captures the wild energy of the tempest outside,” ___ suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Grizzy nodded, already envisioning a catchy beat. With a few clicks, he pulled up a digital audio workstation, filled with sound pads and instruments that looked like a kaleidoscope of musical possibilities. 

For hours, they worked in harmony, bouncing ideas off each other. Grizzy laid down a steady bassline, a heartbeat that thumped like the storm outside, while ___ scribbled lyrics reflecting both the chaos of nature and the comfort of being together. As the rain poured down, their laughter echoed beneath the rhythmic crashes of thunder, creating an atmosphere that was electric.

Suddenly, inspired by a particularly loud clap of thunder, ___ exclaimed, “What if we sample that sound! It could be the hook!” Grizzy, always one for trying new things, brightened up at the idea. They rushed outside with a portable recorder, capturing the essence of the moment—raw, untamed, and real. 

Back in their office, the tempestuous sound of nature blended seamlessly with Grizzy’s beats, creating a dynamic soundscape. They layered their voices, harmonizing beautifully, while the rain continued to provide a soothing backdrop. With every note, they poured their hearts into the music, creating a story through sound that resonated with their shared experiences.

As night approached, the storm began to calm down, its fury replaced by a gentle drizzle. They listened to the track they had created—a symphony of nature, love, and creativity. It told the story of two souls finding comfort in each other amidst a raging storm.

“I think we’ve just made something really special,” Grizzy said, wrapping an arm around ___, pride shining in his eyes. She smiled back, knowing that this experience was not just about the music, but the bond they nurtured while creating it.

And so, that rainy day became legendary among the two—always a reminder that magic could happen anywhere, even in a stormy afternoon when creativity flowed stronger than the rain. From that day on, they cherished every rainy day as an opportunity to create something extraordinary together, always finding new ways to blend their talents into music that would inspire others, as it had inspired them.