Study Buddy - Droid X Reader

Midnight Mischief

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oblivious Friends - Grizzy X Reader/ Clooless Pod X Reader

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

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

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

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

*Why what’s up, love? *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah that one makes me hard.” Droid jokes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was that a good intro?” Droid questioned Puffer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am disappointed.” Puffer commented

“Count to 10 in Spanish” Pezzy demanded of Puffer

“How do you say 11 in Spanish? Grizzy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure” “Oh yeah” Droid and Pezzy acknowledged

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

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

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

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

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

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

Epic April Fools

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

TW: Established relationship

"I watched Paint Dry"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vibe Haven

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

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

Inspired by: Move Ya Body by Nina Sky ft Jabba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☆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

Handcuffs- PezzyxReader

CloolessxReader

Summary: I got handcuffs clip

TW: sexual innuendo, established relationship, platonic friendship, lmk if i missed anything

“Yeah we definitely should. He can't talk at all, he can still talk.” Puffer said, tying the cling wrap over Grizzy’s mouth, behind his head. “Can you still talk?” Droid asked Grizzy

“Yeah,” came Grizzy’s muffled reply, a cocktail of determination and humor spilling from behind the cling wrap.

“Damn,” Droid whispered, excitement dancing in his eyes. He suddenly seized more cling wrap from a nearby roll, eager to fortify their antics further.

“What? You’re trying to make me a permanent mute?” Grizzy teased, rolling his eyes as best as he could beneath the layers.“ I mean I'm just not going to talk”

“No we need to make sure you can't say a single fucking word ever again bro” Droid proclaimed, a gleam of mischief igniting his spirit. The room was filled with peals of laughter, their collective joy filling every corner as Grizzy shot Puffer a glance that said it all: “This guy.”

Pezzy, leaning against the counter, chimed in.“told you we should have bought the ball gaghe suggested nonchalantly. “I asked if you had one,”Droid snapped back, still engaged in his cling wrap project as if he were sculpting a masterpiece.

“I don't” Pezzy snipped at Droid, crossing his arms defiantly. “Damn it” Droid said jokingly, snapping his fingers in a mock display of frustration, which only elicited more laughter.

“Yeah right” Puffer sarcastically interjected with playful disbelief, his eyes darting conspiratorially towards Pezzy.

“That’s what I’m saying, I told you, don’t lie!” they bantered. The back-and-forth spiraled into glorious chaos, until Pezzy, fueled by the banter and laughter, threw up his hands in exaggerated exasperation. “I got handcuffs,” he blurted out, leaning against the counter with confidence.

instantly, a hush fell over the group as all eyes turned to Pezzy, their expressions frozen in surprise. Within moments, the silence shattered into raucous laughter once more, at which point Pezzy began to snicker too, reveling in his unexpected moment of fame.

But then, everyone’s attention shifted to the corner of the room. They’d almost forgotten about , the quiet, artistic soul who was holding the camera and capturing every lunacy of the night. had been silently observing while their cheeks grew crimson, illumination washing over them like a blush of ember, a glow in stark contrast to the chaotic humor surrounding them.

“Don’t worry,” Grizzy huffed, trying his best to speak with a cling-wrapped mouth, his eyes alight with mischief, “we’ll keep you safe from the handcuffs.”

“Yeah, we’re just having a little fun,” Droid added, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

MakeUp Disaster?

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

Tw: Established relationship, funny moment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please do a wedding follow up of pezzy proposal! 💌💌💌💌

Euphoric Wedding

Summary: Yours and Pezzy's Wedding

TW: it's a wedding day what do you expect?

In the heart of Lubbock, Texas, a charming event center named The Willows stood nestled among tall trees of Willows and vibrant flowers. It was the perfect setting for a quaint wedding, and for one couple, it was about to become the backdrop of their greatest adventure.

After four years of laughter-filled dates, shared dreams, and countless memories, ___ and Pezzy were ready to take the plunge into the wonderful world of marriage. They had met over Discord, where Pezzy was known for his infectious enthusiasm and laughter, while ___ was known for her kind heart and her wildness. Together, they created a bond so strong that their friends often joked they were destined for an enchanting chapter in life.

As their wedding day approached, the excitement in the air was palpable. The Willows, known for its breathtaking décor, had been transformed into a dreamy landscape filled with twinkling fairy lights, delicate floral arrangements, and a hint of magic. With the sun setting in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything, it felt like a scene straight out of a storybook.

On the morning of the wedding, ___ woke up bursting with excitement. Her bridal party gathered around her, the room alive with laughter and joyful chatter as they all helped her prepare for the momentous occasion. As they helped her slip into her elegant dress—soft lace draping beautifully down her back and delicate embroidery twinkling like stars—___ couldn’t help but remember the first time she met Pezzy. A late night session with the guys, just all hanging out and talking about life on that call.

Meanwhile, Pezzy was in the other room, nervously adjusting his bow tie and practicing his vows. Surrounded by his family and friends, they shared stories about their favorite moments with ___, from her daring spirit to her endless support. Each reminiscence echoed with laughter, and with every joke, Pezzy felt the excitement bubbling closer to the surface. Punching through his nerves, he was determined to make this day unforgettable for ___.

As the ceremony began, guests gathered under a sprawling oak tree adorned with delicate ribbons and fairy lights. ___ walked down the aisle, her heart racing with anticipation. Pezzy’s breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of her in her stunning gown, a vision of beauty and grace. With every step she took, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in this moment of love—a moment they would cherish forever.

As ___ glided down the aisle, the gentle rustle of leaves danced with the warm Texas breeze, creating a soft melody that accompanied her every step. Each eye in the gathering was drawn to her—the way her gown shimmered in the golden light, how her floral bouquet seemed to perfectly mirror the vibrant hues of the wildflowers blooming nearby, and the sparkle in her eyes that spoke of joy and love.

Pezzy stood at the altar, his heart racing and a smile plastered across his face. In that moment, as he beheld her, time felt suspended—the laughter and whispers of their friends blurred into the background, and all that mattered was ___, radiant and filled with the promise of a shared future. His mind flooded with memories of their journey—the moments of growth, the trials faced, and the dreams woven together under the stars during their late-night talks.

As she approached, he could see every detail—the way her hair fell elegantly around her shoulders, the subtle blush on her cheeks, and the love shining in her eyes. It was as if she was walking on air, surrounded by an ethereal glow crafted by the fairy lights above. They had planned every detail of this day, but nothing could compare to the sheer magic of seeing her here, at this moment.

When she reached the altar, the atmosphere shifted, pulling them deeper into their own world. The officiant began to speak, his voice soft but resonant, sharing words about love, commitment, and the beauty of partnership. Yet, all Pezzy could hear was the steady rhythm of his heart echoing in his chest. 

___ stood in front of him, her hands trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the overwhelming joy of the present moment. They exchanged glances filled with unspoken promises, and with every word spoken by the officiant, a familiar warmth enveloped them—a connection so profound that it was as if every moment had led them to this very point.

“___,” Pezzy began, his voice steady yet filled with warmth, “since the day we met, you’ve brought sunshine into my life. You've taught me what it means to love and be loved in return. I promise to stand by your side as your partner, your confidant, and your best friend. I vow to support your dreams and to chase my own alongside you.” 

A smile bloomed on ___'s face as she held onto each word, feeling them settle deep in her heart. She was taken back to the countless afternoons they had spent under the Texas sun, laughing and planning their futures, each moment like a thread woven into the fabric of their love story.

With her heart racing, ___ took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. She began, “Pezzy, from our very first conversation, I knew you were special. You have this incredible ability to make the simplest moments feel extraordinary. I vow to be your anchor when life feels turbulent and to celebrate every joy with you. I promise to be patient, to cherish our differences, and to continue learning about you each day.”

Pezzy’s heart swelled as he listened to her voice, rich with sincerity and love. He felt an overwhelming rush of gratitude to be standing here with her, committed to sharing their life’s journey together. 

“Today, I choose you and I will choose you again every day,” she continued, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. “Most importantly I promise to find you in every lifetime.”

With vibrations of laughter and love propelling them both, they exchanged their rings—a symbol of their commitment. The officiant held the rings aloft, illuminating them under the warm glow of the fairy lights above. “These rings are a circle of love that speaks of forever.”

Pezzy took a deep breath, his heart racing as he slid the delicate band onto ___’s finger, murmuring, “With this ring, I give you my love. Wear it as a sign of my devotion.”

___ then took Pezzy’s hand, slipping the ring onto his finger with a smile that radiated promise. “And with this ring, I embrace you as my husband, a testament of my unwavering love for you.”

Their voices intertwined, harmonizing effortlessly, encapsulating a world filled with devotion and adventure. “I am yours, and you are mine, today and always.”

With their vows complete, the officiant smiled and turned to the crowd. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

With the officiant's words hanging in the air, time seemed to slow. The world around ___ and Pezzy faded into a soft blur; the laughter of friends, the rustling leaves, and the shimmering fairy lights melted away, leaving only their two hearts beating in sync. 

Pezzy stepped closer, his gaze locked onto ___'s, a mix of awe and love swirling in his chest. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, a comforting, familiar presence that made everything else seem inconsequential. ___’s eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, reflecting a future filled with dreams yet to be realized.

With a gentle hand, Pezzy cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing softly across her skin. The world around them erupted in applause, but in that moment, it felt as if they were suspended in time, a cocoon of love sealing them away from everything but the intimacy of their connection.

As Pezzy leaned in, he could feel the rhythm of his heart echoing in his ears—each breath they took synchronized, bringing them closer together, enveloped in a feeling of pure euphoria. He could see the little details of ___—the small glint of her earrings, the soft curls of her hair that framed her face, and the tiny smile playing at the corners of her lips. 

When their lips finally met, it was soft yet electric, a sweet mingling of warmth and love. The kiss was a promise—a promise to not just share the ups and downs of life, but to cherish every moment, every adventure, every quiet night spent together. It was a culmination of every laugh they'd shared, every obstacle they had faced, and every dream they had dared to dream.

The crowd erupted into joyful cheers and applause, their love radiating like the vibrant golden sunset in the Texas sky. Friends and family stood, clapping and laughing, their faces bright with smiles. The joy was contagious—a reminder of the love that surrounded the couple, a circle of support that would encircle them as they embarked on their journey together.

As they separated for a moment, Pezzy looked deeply into ___’s eyes and whispered, “I can’t believe we’re finally here.” 

___ giggled, brushing a rogue tear from her cheek, “This is just the beginning, Pezzy.” 

Together, they turned to face their friends and family, hands clasped, beaming with happiness. Laughter and love filled the air as they walked back down the aisle together, bustles of colorful flower petals showering down over them like confetti—symbolizing the joyful beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

Every face in the crowd exuded warmth and love, signaling the support that would accompany them through this exciting new adventure. The echoes of their vows lingered in the air—a promise of commitment that filled their hearts and the hearts of every person present. 

As they prepared to enter the next part of their celebration, Pezzy pulled ___ closer, her head resting against his shoulder. “Forever feels pretty wonderful with you,” he murmured.

“Yes, it does,” she replied, smiling up at him as they stepped into the embrace of their loved ones, ready to dance, celebrate, and weave their love story into the tapestry of their lives.

Thank you Anthony bowens

I apologize cuz this is about to be LONG.

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

Fallen During Halloween

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

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

Okay, here we go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, we were kissing.

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

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

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

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

The red light.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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