The Charm Of Cherry Blossoms - CloolessxReader

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.

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.”

Stream Moments - Droid Version

Summary: Clips from stream/YouTube videos

TW: Established relationship, kissing, cursing,

“Watch from- the minion franchise is the first one, and that's it.” As Droid is talking to chat all dressed up in his suit, I walked in and stood behind him on his right side. I was dressed up in my suit that has irregular large sleeves and a bell bottom pantsuit. 

“Woow, shit look at you bay-babyyy.” Droid looked taken back, as he bit his lip, his eyes devouring me. “Hold on Chat.” He reached for his phone and brought it up in front of his face to take a picture of them drooling over me.  

“Okay, okay, okay yes this is my girlfriend if there are fans who live under a rock and dont know shit fuck damn.” Droid said introducing me due to him seeing some chatters asking who i was to him.

“Hi chat, it seems like you like the suit as much as I do?” I asked to chat, seeing some of the normal users who are always here.  I blushed and started giggling as Droid brought his right arm up to rest it on my lower back or on my ass. “You know they can probably tell what you're doing right?” 

“Oh well, you're mine anyway.” He shrugged, still admiring me and my outfit. 

Droid was playing around with his green screen, showing, Chat, what all he can put on there. “Guys you are not ready for the next one.” He said in a funny tone, as he loaded up the next picture.

“Look at a dog with fat ass lips!” He said laughing cause it really wasn't anything special. He started cackling at Chats responses for calling him out. “Alright, you guys really want to see something?” He asked in a very suspicious tone, plotting a down right chilling plan.

He took a photo from my instagram of me on the beach in a bikini and put it up on the green screen,”wuh-PSSSH!” “TOP OF THE MORNING TO YOU, LADDYS!” He screamed as his hand hit my ass on the picture. 

__users: Is your door locked?

“OOhhh heyyy babes.” He panicked and clicked my picture of the green screen while trying to play cool on stream as if they were talking casually. “No my door isn't locked, what up?”

___users: you better lock it or you want comin in there

“Ah shit chat. I'm in some trouble now.” He rushed over to lock his office door.

“Hello!” Droid screamed facing his door with his headphones around his neck. I bust the door open, revealing myself in a sexy nun costume. I walked into the middle of the room, I stood on his right side as he was sitting down.

“Oh my god!” He gasped out in shock that I was even wearing it or trying it on. “Hold on, Bro.” He was messing around with his left monitor to show me what the camera sees/ what chat sees on stream.

“Yeah, oh my god babe.” He stuttered out like a fish out of water. “I know, like look at how snug it is, babe.” I giggled as he turned around to see my ass in the skirt. “Oooh- oh my god.”He repeated like a broken record, still in shock. HE started laughing and covering his mouth with his hand, which caused me to start laughing and walking towards the door but iI turned around halfway.

“I think yours fits better than Pezzys.” He said, moving his hand to his forehead, “Really-wait what do you mean?” I asked in shock.

“Like I don't know, like -” “like ridiculously way or cause it actually fits me?” I cut him off to understand. 

“Exactly both of them. Hollyyy shittt, babe.” He spun in his chair to face me, “You look so fucking good babe, like god damn.” 

“You know what?” He said, “You know who you look like?” I hummed a response, I was too focused on fixing my gloves.  “Fucking Misa, or-or whats her name from Death Note?” 

“Ahhh thank you luv!” I squealed cause she was my inspiration with the outfit. “That's what exactly- your whole aura- the authenticness- the whole sha-bang. Like holy shit again, gosh damn i got lucky with you!” He screamed in cuteness-aggression.

“That's an instant nut, right there on the spot.” Droid exclaimed while slamming his phone down on his desk.

“Whoopies Chat, sorry my bad.” DRoid apologized once he saw chat going crazy asking what __ sent him

“Guys you are not seeing what she sent me, ill def get banned and also FUCK YOU!” He yelled as he was flipping off the camera and standing up to reach it.

“Okay maybe you'll see it on her instagram but def not my channel.” He calmed down as he was readjusting himself in his swivel chair.

“Ohmp Chat, there's a wild __ in the house.” DRoid panned his phone camera over to me, looking like a hot mess. I had a spoon in my mouth, my hair up in a messy bun, and his sweatpants and his sweatshirt on.

“Hiis-fhat.” I struggled to greet chat due to my mouth holding the spoon, so I gave up and raised my hand giving them a weird still wave. I gave Droid a weird questioning look to see why he has the can of Raid in his hand.

“I'm spraying ants babe.” I gave him an understanding look; he turned back to the closet. I was beginning to walk back down the stairs, he quickly spun back around and pretended to spray me.

“No no no!” I screamed running down the stairs while trying not to die of laughter. I darted down the stairs, my heart racing as I fled from the imaginary spray. “You can’t spray me!” I laughed, clutching my spoon like it was a magic wand. “I’m not an ant!”

Droid, with a grin like a Cheshire cat, chased after me. “But you’re in a wild disaster zone, aren’t you? Wild, messy hair, spoon in mouth—you’re practically begging for it!”

“Hey! I call this look ‘chaotic chic’!” I retorted, trying to strike a pose that balanced on the edge of ridiculousness. The moment was too surreal; here we were, caught in a ludicrous battle against ants, armed with nothing but a can of Raid and a wooden spoon.

“Alright, chaotic chic, how about you help me out?” He leaned against the wall, mock-seriously.

“Yeah that was a near death experience, no fucking cap-” He gasped “Oh my god” I slammed open his door wide open. I started laughing so hard that I lost my footing and fell into his door.

“Yes baby?” He asked in tone, speaking of tiredness of my stupid antics while he was streaming. “Is there something you need?” I got up only to start laughing again and hold onto the door frame outside of his room.

“Can I have a kiss before you get too deep into streaming and gaming with the boys?” I asked all innocently and politely. “Oh now you wanna act all nice after you terrorized me?” His voice is full of sarcasm and disbelief.

“Come here lovebug.” I walked over to his set up and sat in his lap, he wrapped his arms around my waist to make sure I didn't fall out of his lap.

“MWAH!” I gave him a big fat kiss on his lips and gave him a quick peck on his cheek, as I was walking out all I heard, “God Chat she's literally the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

“But I digress, yo. We are here to save some lives and we are going to make America a better, hopefully a safer country. You know, you know we are here.” He clapped his hands together, “We got Pezzy on the scene and I have my assistant on break as you can tell in the back.” Droid pointed to me in the bathtub drinking wine and reading a fake folder. AKA a backup folder, as a just in case emergency.

“Hey don't call me out, I'm still technically on the clock, go call your agent on the scene.” I yelled over my shoulder being sassy. I brushed my dry hair over my shoulder, took a quick sip and went back to reading.

“Okay let's listen to my oh so lovely assistant, and let's call my guy.” He picked up his walkie talkie and pushed down on the button, “Yo, hello?” He waited for a response to call out on the other line.

“Uhh boss babe.” I said hearing the walkie go off in the bathroom with me, on the counter by my sink. “Yes, assistant?” He answered back over his shoulder.

“You didnt give your agent the correct walkie. You gave him my walkie, and now I have his walkie.” I said trying to stay PG and not getting out of the bathtub completely nude on camera.

“Ah fuck!” “Alright let's make a take two or we can just chop on the video and make it seem like it was all in one take.” He laughed at our own stupidity, he got up and walked to the entrance of the bathroom. “It's on the counter by my sink, love.” I pointed to it while flipping around in the tub.

He grabbed the walkie talkie and clipped it to his pants. Then he slowly sauntered up to me, to lean down and kiss me on the lips. “You look absolutely breathtaking mi amor.” 

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.

Sassy Steamy Stream - Droid x Reader

Summary: Droid likes his girl sassyyy

TW: Established Relationship, kisses, cursing

One breezy Saturday evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle, Droid was live streaming one of the latest games that had taken the online community by storm. His chat was buzzing with excitement, and the atmosphere was electric. _ sauntered into the frame, a grin dancing on her lips. She was ready to bring some fun to the game.

"Hey, Droid," she teased, leaning casually against the back wall of the streaming room. "I can’t believe you still can’t beat level 5. I thought you were the ‘Gamer King’ or something?"

The viewers erupted into laughter, and Droid raised his brows, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Well, maybe the ‘Gamer Queen’ should show me how it’s done instead of sitting there looking cute!"

_ gasped theatrically, placing a hand on her chest. "Cute? You want cute? I thought you liked it when I had an attitude! Should I turn that up a notch?"

"Oh, I definitely do!" he replied, leaning forward in his gaming chair, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Give it to me, princess. Show everyone what you’ve got!"

With a mock, exaggerated flick of her hair, _ stepped into the spotlight. "Alright, then—if you can’t handle the sass, you shouldn’t have asked for it!" She shot him a playful wink and continued to deliver a barrage of witty comebacks that had the entire chat roaring with joy.

However, the banter was getting spicier, and the tension, albeit playful, was palpable. Their chemistry fizzled with electric sparks, and with each snarky remark, Droid leaned closer, clearly enjoying the playful rivalry.

But just when the viewers thought it couldn’t get any more entertaining, _ decided to escalate things. "Maybe if my boyfriend wasn’t so busy gaming, he’d have time for a real challenge… like me!”

Droid gasped in mock shock. “Did you just challenge me, _? That’s a mistake you won’t want to make!”

With a roar of laughter, he abruptly stood up from his chair, the calm façade slipping away, replaced by a playful aggression that had been building throughout their on-camera antics. Before the viewers could fully process what was happening, he grabbed _ by the waist, pulling her in close.

The chat exploded with predictions, suggestions, and pure excitement, but to their surprise, the screen momentarily faded to black.

What happened next was undoubtedly only captured in the wild imaginations of those watching, as off-camera, passionate laughter, gasps, and affectionate whispers mingled, making it clear that this playful attitude had erupted into a much deeper connection.

As the screen flickered back to life, the audience found themselves staring at an empty gaming chair next to Droid’s, but the playful echoes of laughter still lingered in the air. The chat was a storm of emojis and excited messages, viewers grappling with their imagination, imagining the lively scene that had just unfolded off-camera.

Suddenly, the live stream returned to focus, revealing Droid looking gloriously rumpled—his hair tousled, and a broad grin plastered across his face. _ reappeared just a moment later, her cheeks flushed and eyes alight with delight, as if she had been caught in an entirely different world from the one they had been playing in moments before.

“Well, that went better than expected,” Droid quipped, flashing a cheeky smile at the camera. _ chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “Just remember, all challenges come with unexpected rewards!”

“What did we miss?” someone typed, the chat practically vibrating with curiosity.

“Let’s just say…” Droid began, leaning toward the screen with an exaggerated conspiratorial tone, “the level of play just reached a new high.” He exchanged a knowing and playful glance with _, who stifled a giggle.

_ chimed in, “Careful now, fans. You know what happens when you challenge a gamer queen. He might not come back from that level!” She winked at the camera, fanning the flames of intrigue even further.

The chat became a whirlpool of excitement, predictions flying by as the audience tried to decipher the unspoken bond between the couple. They were not just a gaming duo; they were an electrifying pair whose chemistry added a unique twist to the friendliest of banters.

With the chat buzzing like a beehive, Droid and _ leaned into the playful energy that had enveloped the stream. Their laughter intertwined as they exchanged teasing remarks, but there was something magical about the atmosphere, an undeniable spark that captivated their audience.

“Alright, where were we?” Droid said, glancing at his screen. “Oh right, conquering evil and saving the world!”

“But first,” _ interjected, a mischievous glint in her eye, “how about a little victory kiss for the queen on this special stream?”

The chat exploded with applause emojis and hearts as Droid raised an eyebrow, smirking. “A victory kiss? Only if I get one too!” he replied playfully.

Pause. The tension simmered in the air as the two exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them—a shared secret that deepened their bond. Slowly, with a degree of dramatic flair, they leaned toward each other, the camera zooming in to capture the moment.

And then it happened—two quick, sweet smooches on the lips, innocent yet charged with an electric charm that sent the chat into a frenzy. Comments flooded in: "Adorable!", "Power couple!", and even "GET MARRIED ALREADY!"

_ giggled, pulling back slightly, her cheeks flushed. “See? That’s how you unlock a new level in a relationship status!”

Droid couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes twinkling. “I’m just glad I got to play co-op for that! Now, let’s show them what we can really do.”

The couple dove back into their gaming world, but the smooches hung in the air, refreshing the vibe between them. Each time Droid completed a challenge or _ scored a point, they’d steal another quick kiss, their connection transforming the gameplay into a love letter for their viewers.

Mezcal Sour - Droid X F!Reader

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

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

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

*who is all gonna be there*

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

*oh STFU!*

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

*cool see ya soon*

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

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

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

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

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

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

 *BEEP BEEP*

*im headin to your room, 222?

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

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

*damn, ugh okay.*

*NOW YOU HAVE ME EXTRA NERVOUS*

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

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

*fine fine, i can do that ;)*

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

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Fun Lovin'

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

TW: Established relationship, kissing, teasing

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

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

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

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

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

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

MJF in pink is *chefs kiss*

Could we possibly get a girl dad grizzy x reader. Can definitely imagine him as a girl dad, dancing around a kitchen with a baby and his girlfriend singing ‘my girl’, doing all the late night baby chores just so reader doesn’t have to lift a finger. Some fluffy, domestic grizzy <3

Dometic Bliss - Grizzy x Reader

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the kitchen as you expertly chopped vegetables for dinner. But just then, a cheerful commotion broke the peaceful ambiance. Enter Grizzy, holding little Lily wrapped snugly in a soft pastel blanket, his enormous hands cradling her with the utmost care.

“Guess what?” he exclaimed, a radiant grin on his face. “It’s dancing time!”

Before you could respond, Grizzy cranked up the music, a sweet melody wafting through the air. The strains of “My Girl” filled the room, and he started twirling around with Lily, her giggles matching the rhythm of the song. Your heart swelled as you watched the gentle giant transform into a playful father, effortlessly swaying and spinning, somehow making the kitchen feel like a grand ballroom.

As you watched them dance, the love and bond between them were palpable. It was a sight you could watch endlessly—the jovial bear and his tiny princess finding joy in simple moments, like twirling under the soft glow of the kitchen lights.

Grizzy noticed you standing there, a smile on your lips as you leaned against the countertop. “Care to join us?” he called, playfully handing Lily off to you. You scooped her up, and the three of you danced together, laughter bouncing off the walls.

As the night wore on and the dinner preparations shifted to late-night baby chores, Grizzy took the lead. He gently placed Lily in her crib, singing her to sleep with the softest of lullabies. You watched him, amazed at how tender and patient he was, the reassuring notes of the melody echoing in the stillness of the night.

When it was time for a diaper change or a midnight feeding, Grizzy was always right there, trading off responsibilities without a second thought. He’d nudge you softly with his elbow, whispering, “I’ve got this,” or, “You deserve a break, babe.” His selflessness warmed your heart and made you fall deeper in love with him each day.

As the days turned into weeks, you realized how lucky you were. Grizzy made every mundane task feel special—a loving dance or a shared laugh over a teething toy. He filled your home with warmth and laughter, making even sleepless nights cozy, wrapped in the love you all shared.

One evening, after tucking Lily in for the night, you both found yourselves on the couch, basking in the peaceful ambiance of your home. The air was filled with the soft glow of a lamp and the sweet sound of quiet. You leaned against Grizzy, savoring the moment.

“I never knew I could be this happy,” you murmured, glancing up at him. His face beamed with pride and joy. "It's all thanks to you and our little bear."

Grizzy chuckled, brushing a stray hair from your face. “It’s amazing how a little girl can change everything,” he said, his voice soft but full of conviction. “Every day with you two is the best kind of adventure.”

In that moment, amidst the soft sounds of the night and the laughter that still echoed in your heart, you knew that no matter what life through your way, you had found your happy place—a beautiful family built on love, laughter, and a few dance parties in the middle of the kitchen.