Do You Only Do Cc X Reader Or Do You Also Do Cc X Cc?

A Clooless Surpirse Attack

Summary: Enjoying your day off by yourself, that funny

TW: Platonic relationships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SPLAT!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cleared Crash - Pezzy x Biker!F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Night Like This - Puffer x reader

Summary: Getting ready for the club with Puffer

TW: Established relationship

a chilly evening in Boston, the air crackled with excitement as the city came alive with the promise of adventure. The streets sparkled under the glow of street lamps, and the sound of laughter echoed through the bustling crowd. But deep within a cozy apartment, a different kind of magic was taking place.

BigPuffer, a warm-hearted and observant soul, perched comfortably on the edge of the couch, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Cricket chirped softly in the background, creating an ambiance to match the evening. He watched as you flitted around the room, gathering your treasures for the night ahead.

You started with your favorite dress, the vibrant fabric swirling with colors that danced in the soft light. As you slipped it on, BigPuffer’s heart swelled at the sight. It was as if the room erupted with colors, and every thread seemed woven with the essence of your spirit.

Next came the delicate dance of makeup. BigPuffer, ever the supportive partner, had witnessed this transformation many times, yet he was always mesmerized. With each stroke of the brush, you shaped not just your appearance but also the mood of the night. The mascara framed your eyes like delicate curtains, and the lip color was a perfect cherry blossom hue that seemed to reflect your vibrant energy.

He picked up a small handheld mirror and watched you from across the room, grinning like a child spotting a treasure. The glow of your confidence lit up the space far more brightly than any overhead light could. As you styled your hair into cascading waves, he cleared his throat, and with a playful smirk, he said, "Are you sure you’re not getting ready for a royal ball? Because you’re simply enchanting!"

His words made you laugh, and as you turned to face him, the room seemed to pause. With each passing moment, he saw the pieces come together: the exquisite dress, the radiant smile, and the air of excitement that surrounded you. In that moment, he realized how lucky he was to have a front-row seat to this transformation, one that made you feel like the most stunning version of yourself.

Finally finished, you stepped back for a moment and struck a playful pose, waiting for his reaction. BigPuffer stood up, his eyes wide with admiration. “Wow,” he breathed, taking a step closer. “You look absolutely breathtaking tonight. I might just be the only guy in Boston who gets to call a queen his girlfriend!”

You both laughed together, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Just then, he took your hand and pulled you closer. “Let me see the full effect,” he said, and spun you around, admiring not just your beauty but your spirit, which shone through like a beacon. 

With hearts light and laughter bubbling, you headed out into the night. The city welcomed you both with open arms, a backdrop for an evening filled with moments waiting to be created friends gathered, stories shared, and memories forged. And amidst the adventure, BigPuffer would be right by your side, always cherishing the magic of watching you become the incredible person you are, inside and out.

This is a materpiece! Ahh I know imma reread and reread this multiple times

Little Devil - Droid x Reader

Summary: Reader invites the guys out for drinks and they may have a trick up their sleeve.

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“Guys, please come out with us tonight!” I say, jumping out of my spot and looking at all the boys. We were all playing Mario Kart at Droid’s when my best friend told me to come out to the bars tonight. 

“A nap sounds kinda good right now, not gonna lie,” Droid said, fake yawning. I shot him a look and pulled out my puppy dog eyes, they always work.

“Do not give me that look,” Droid said. I only pouted my lip harder.

“I mean, drinks do sound like a vibe right now. I’m down for it,” Grizzy said. 

“See! If you don’t want to stay you don’t have to of course, I miss going out with you guys,” I said, hopping back into my spot between Droid and Pezzy.

“Well, let’s finish up our Mario Kart session and then we can prepare for a night out with your crazy ass,” Puffer said, queuing up for the next race.

“You just want to continue beating us, don’t you?” Pezzy said as we all looked at Puffer. He responded with a short and deadpanned ‘Yes’.

After another hour of getting our asses beat, I called it quits. “Okay, I need to go home and get changed and get all pretty. Meet us at the bar at 10?” I say getting up to gather my things.

“Yup, we’ll be there!” Droid said enthusiastically. The guys all exchanged looks and I gave him a sweet smile and patted his leg. “Don’t be late!” I yelled, walking out the door.

“Oh, you're whipped man,” Grizzy said. “Shut up!” Droid said, holding a pillow to his face.

“Amor, hurry up!” My best friend yelled up at me, pulling on her shoes. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I yelled back, running down the stairs because the Uber was about to pull up to the house. I check my bag for everything I need; ID, debit card, lip gloss, roll on perfume and keys. Perfect!

I pull on my platform boots, feeling like Sabrina Carpenter, and loop my arm around my bestie’s and give her a big smile. “Excited for tonight? Is it because you finally convinced the boys to come out?” She said, smirking at me.

I drawed out a long ‘Maybe’ and hid my face from the blush rising on my cheeks. 

We chatted on the way to the bar and after a short ride, we pulled up to our favorite bar. I get a text from Droid saying they are on the way. “Let’s go in and see if we can get a booth, the guys are on the way,” I say leading the way.

We go up and say ‘Hi’ to the bouncer, we come here all the time for the events and such they have so we easily became regulars. We both spot an open booth and book it over there.

“Thank god we got somewhere to sit, I know the guys will be appreciative,” my roomie said. “That and I know how much we hate our feet hurting after dancing the entire night,” I added. “Oh my gosh, you’re so smart babe,” she said, smiling at me. 

I texted Droid where we were and shortly, the server came up to us. We ordered some appetizers and drinks to start with when we spotted the boys come in.

I jumped and waved to them, smiling big. I ran up to Droid and gave him a huge hug. I pulled away, “I’m so glad you guys are here! We’re gonna have so much fun.”

I gave the other guys hugs and grabbed Droid’s hand to bring them to the table. The boys all shared a look and looked at my bestie giving them the same look.

I sat back down next to my bestie with Droid across from me, Pezzy, Grizzy, and Puffer filing in before him. 

“Here are your appetizers and drinks for you ladies,” the server said. I got so excited and immediately went into the food. We all ate and caught up since they were also close with my bestie and haven’t seen each other in a hot minute.

The drinks were flowing. Music was bumping. We were all feeling ourselves. “Después de la Playa” by Bad Bunny started playing and my bestie and I looked at each other and immediately grabbed onto each other and started singing.

We ran to the dance floor and started dancing along to the infectious beat of the song. Bringing out all of our moves, hips swinging left to right.

The boys all looked at us like we were lunatics because they have never been clubbing with us and were surprised. 

Their mouths were agape but not more than Droid at me. The guys caught on to his gaze and were egging him on to join me. 

I danced with my bestie for a good part of the song before she whispered in my ear, “Do you see Droid ogling at you?” She said almost squealing. I looked at her and shook my head ‘Yes’. 

She drifted over to the other guys as I caught Droid’s eye. With drunken eyes and a dopey smile, I did a ‘Come here’ motion with my finger. Droid all but floated over to me and with my confidence sky-high, I placed his hands on my waist and mine over his shoulders.

We danced for the remainder of the song, not even realizing the next one started up.

He dipped his head near my ear, “You look absolutely gorgeous,” Droid said. I give him a bashful smile, “Thank you. I’m really glad you came out with us. Besides, if you never came out with us, you wouldn’t be doing this,” I say, caressing his face.

We take a moment, lost in each other’s eyes. Close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat, I grabbed his neck to bring his mouth closer to me. Feeling each other’s breathing get heavier, his grip getting tighter on my hips.

I think to myself, I might as well have a little more fun… I pull him just enough to ghost my lips over his and tease a kiss that I’ll give him… eventually.

He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes, giving me the most defeated but amused look in his eyes.

“Oh, you are trouble, you know that?” He laughs at me while twirling me around and pulling me back into his embrace.

“I know, but you love it.” I said back, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Wanna go get another drink, the waitress is back at the table and I need another.”

“Let’s go, diablita,” He whispers in my ear, leading me back to the table.

We take our respective seats at the table, me next to my bestie, him next to Pezzy. My bestie places her hand on my thigh and whispers, “Good job.” I give her a little smile, she knew my plans all along.

Here’s to another amazing night.

Roblox Shenanigans - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: You and Pezzy play Roblox Doors {Clip inspo, link at the bottom}

TW: cursing, established relationship,

It was an ordinary Thursday in our extraordinary realm. The sun had set, casting a soft glow over our screens, and the rain pattered gently against the window, almost synchronizing with the rhythm of our keyboards, when Pezzy and I decided on a challenge. An ambitious one, filled with mysterious tunnels, hidden treasures, and lurking monsters.

“Where do we go, Mrs. Pezzy?” he teased, exaggerating the formality as I regained my composure after my previous mishap. He knew I always had a plan, despite our shenanigans. I could hear his laughter ringing from across the digital divide, making me chuckle as I fought off monsters in our virtual world.

With dramatic flair, I leaned closer to the screen, my character poised at the entrance of the split tunnels: the path of the unknown. “Into the right tunnel!” I declared, confidence lacing my voice. But never had I fathomed that a vile creature would leap from the shadows, its growl reverberating through my headphones—a cacophony of terror. The instant my character was devoured, I felt as if I’d just lost a crucial battle in a war I wasn’t even prepared to fight. 

“Did you die?” he chuckled, muffled behind his hands, still shaking with laughter. I could envision him—his playful grin wielding a power all its own. 

“No,” I said, the witty sarcasm dripping off my tongue. I slapped my forehead dramatically, accentuating my severe case of digital misfortune, despite the chuckles exploding like fireworks from Pezzy on the other side of the microphone. His laughter echoed louder than the game itself, a spellbinding melody composed by sheer joy.

As his laughter echoed into the digital abyss, Pezzy's character stood frozen before the ominous Door 0131, a gate to untold nightmares. “Alright it’s this one, duh.” He said overly cocky, I watched as he confidently approached, excitement shimmering in his words. It was the perfect setup for chaos, and I could hardly keep my composure, knowing I would soon be gifted with a front-row seat to his impending fate.

“That was so funny, how that just happened,” Pezzy remarked, still trying to gather his breath from my previous misadventure. His character seemed to leer at mine with a hint of defiance, ready to unravel the mysteries that lurked beyond the door he was about to open.

With a click, the door swung wide, unleashing a flurry of terrifying pixels—a grotesque black blob spiraled forth, tentacles writhing menacingly, and blood-red eyes piercing through the digital heart of the game. Pezzy’s reaction was immediate; a scream erupted from him like a geyser, filling the air with a shockwave of sheer terror.

In that moment, I was overcome with laughter, the kind that blisters the stomach and threatens to burst from every seam. I could feel my cheeks heating up, my skin turning a glossy red like a shiny garnet, as I wheezed for air in my rollercoaster of a reaction. The disconnect of our virtual facades and our real lives allowed for a hilarity that I rarely experience—a shared connection spike across headset wires.

“Oh, karma’s a bitch, ain't it, lovey?” I quipped through my half-laughter, half-gasping breaths, a triumphant smirk plastered across my face.

Pezzy, still rooted to the spot, looked as though the blob had stolen his voice entirely, his character’s legs trembling backward in a parody of cowardice. This was payback long awaited, revenge served cold amidst our friendly rivalry.

Pezzy, still recovering from the unexpected jump scare that had jolted him into disarray, took a moment to recalibrate himself. “Okay, okay, that was totally unexpected!” he exclaimed, his breath hitching between laughter and disbelief. As he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, the remnants of his fright blended with the joy of our shared experience, like the afterglow of a summer storm. “But you don’t have to make it worse by laughing!”

“Ah, but see, that’s the beauty of gaming with you, my dear,” I retorted, still strewn across the floor like a carefree spirit who had just wrestled with the fates. My chair lay abandoned, a testament to the whirlwind of excitement that enveloped us. “It’s all about the unexpected surprises!”

With dramatic flair, I slipped back into my virtual self, my character standing still and composed, facing the ominous portal of Door 0131. Meanwhile, Pezzy’s character bravely wandered back toward the labyrinth, striding confidently toward Door 0129, swirling in an unexpected air of nonchalance. 

With dramatic flair, I stepped back into my virtual self, my character an unyielding statue facing the intimidating Door 0131 once more. The eerie atmosphere wrapped around us, cinematic in its presentation. Meanwhile, Pezzy’s character strolled with exaggerated bravado toward Door 0129, embodying an unexpected air of casual confidence that cracked me up.

“It’s this one, duh!” I exclaimed, the words bubbling up from my core like a playful potion, my virtual arms popping up in a grand gesture of mock authority. I had to seize the moment to jab back at him, throwing his own banter right back at him with a flair that rivaled any Shakespearean actor.

“It’s thise oene, dhuh,” he shot back, his words mumbled and distorted in a comical, over-the-top way. It was as if he was auditioning for some bizarre cartoon villain role—his voice sputtering with the fervor of dramatic mischief. The sheer absurdity sent my sides splitting, laughter erupting uncontrollably, like pie crusts giving way to an explosion of raspberry filling, with each breath pricking at the edge of my sanity.

“You didn’t know either!” he yelled in playful anger, throwing his character's hands up in exaggerated exasperation, a pixelated spectacle that turned my laughter into a full-on bellyache. He was feigning offense, but being with him—his infectious spirit—made everything seem infinitely more entertaining.

“Uhhh, that was actually really good karma,” I managed to say after a series of snorts and gasps, my giggles finally settling into joyous remnants of laughter still dancing through my system. “Tuhh that mimimi!” He mimicked me, dramatizing the absurdness of my words with a snort that would put any comedic performance to shame. 

Pezzy had a goofy face, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes, a gleeful caricature of absurdity meant to mirror his playful jab. It was a masterpiece of silliness crafted in a moment of spontaneity, and it only fueled the laughter swirling like a tornado between us.

“Okay, okay!” he said, chuckling himself. “Maybe we should just... collaborate this time? Let’s not get us killed by any more blobs or mysterious doors, please!”

“Fine, fine! But we are going to Door 0129!” I declared, placing a mock-serious tone on my voice to emphasize the gravity of my decision, though the twinkle of playfulness remained in my eyes.

With whimsical determination, we marched together to Door 0129, my finger hovering over the ‘open’ button like a superhero poised for action. The moment of truth approached, and the energy around us was electric, most likely because it was a rush.

 Painted Nails

Summary: One sunny afternoon, as they sat together on the couch, bright lights from Pezzy’s studio illuminating the room, ___ plucked the courage to pitch a daring idea to Pezzy.

TW:

“What if you let me paint your nails black?” she proposed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Pezzy raised an eyebrow, his fingers instinctively flicking up to his perfectly fine nails.

“Black? Really?” he laughed.

___ grinned, unveiling the sleek bottle of ebony polish. “Think of the aesthetic! You’ll be a trendsetter! Plus, it matches your edgy gaming persona!”

Pezzy chuckled, captivated by her passion. “Alright, but only if my chat approves!” He swung his gaming chair around, casually inviting his eager community, who could hardly contain their excitement. The chat erupted into a whirlwind of emojis—flames, thumbs-ups, and an assortment of playful memes.

“Do it! Let the true Pezzy shine!” They cheered.

With an impish smile, Pezzy nodded in agreement, “Alright, let’s do this!” He extended his hand towards ___. As she began her artistic endeavor, the room was filled with laughter.

___ giggled as she balanced the small bottle of nail polish in one hand, the brush poised like a delicate wand ready to create magic. “Okay, prepare for a transformation!” she declared dramatically, as if she were a grand sorceress rather than a simple artist. 

With each stroke of the brush, Pezzy’s nails transformed from a plain, unassuming color into a sleek black that shimmered under the studio lights. “You’re going to be the coolest gamer on Twitch!” she teased, glancing at the chat that was buzzing with excitement.

“Pezzy, you’ve got this!” the viewers typed in unison, the chat becoming a cascade of encouragement. Some jokingly began calling him "Pez the Nail King."

“I can’t wait to see the comments after this!” Pezzy replied, winking at the camera. “Just wait until my fans see this epic new look!”

As ___ concentrated, she couldn’t help but sneak glances at Pezzy. There was something endearing about how open he was to new experiences. She could see his initial hesitation melt away, replaced by sheer enthusiasm. “You look like a rockstar!” she teased, layering on another coat for a more brilliant finish.

“I feel like one!” he laughed, pretending to strum an air guitar. The charm of the moment was palpable, and the laughter echoed through the room, colorful notes of joy dancing around them.

Turn it off

Summary: Droid's phone keeps going off during your dinner date.

TW: Established relationship

Inspired by: Turn it Off by Why Don't We

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, you and your boyfriend Droid stepped into the lively little bistro tucked away on a cobblestone street. Despite the hum of chatter and clinking cutlery, your heart raced with excitement; tonight was your special night.

You settled into a cozy booth, illuminated by the gentle glow of a flickering candle. The aroma of fresh herbs and grilled meats wafted from the kitchen, setting the perfect atmosphere for an intimate evening. However, as soon as you began to peruse the menu, Droid's phone vibrated sharply on the table.

“Just ignore it!” you suggested playfully, trying to mask your disappointment. After all, Droid was a famous streamer on Twitch, garnering thousands of fans who practically lived in his DMs. But tonight, you wanted him all to yourself.

The vibration cut through your laughter like a sudden gust of wind. With a sigh, Droid sheepishly picked up his phone, glancing at the notifications with a familiar twinkle in his eye. “It’s just the chat buzzing,” he laughed. “I promise, I’ll turn it off!”

He switched his phone to silent mode and placed it face down, but just moments later, another barrage of notifications rang out from the depths of his pocket. The phone was still vibrating, a chorus of demands clamoring for his attention. 

You gave him an affectionate nudge, a playful smirk on your face. “Put them DMs going on vacation, 'Cause tonight, we goin' private and nobody else allowed. Turn it off, please.”

Droid chuckled, looking up at you with those endearing LED-lit eyes, his facial features morphing into a blend of mischief and affection. “You’re right,” he conceded, a hint of vulnerability shining through. He leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. “They can wait. You’re the only one I want to talk to right now.”

With that, he powered his phone down completely, slipping it into a pocket where it could no longer distract him. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of you ensconced in a flickering bubble of warmth and laughter.

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.

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

Stream Moments - Pezzy

Summary: Clip inspired moments that i couldnt make into a full short story :)

TW: cursing, police/pulled over, reckless driving mentioned, sexual innaduo, and cute moments

“And he didn't have to shake any ass.” I said a little disappointed but joking around on stream.

“But, then, what is all this ass for, if I can't shake it?” Pezzy asked in a funny, slightly serious tone as he leaned into his microphone.

I sighed and heard his laughter ring out through my headphones. I face palmed but quickly snapped back “It's for me smacking it, when I come home from one of my shifts.” I quipped with my eyebrows wiggling at him. 

“Oh she’s calling me.” Pezzy commented as he pressed accept on Discord, “Sup Beautiful?”

“Ellos!” I cheerfully greeted him, as I finally got him on a call. “What are you doing?” 

“Uhh Wizarding, and I'm lonely.” I started giggling as he joined me in my giggle fest. “And our music is overlapping soo, i'm just like ‘Imma call this man, dude.” 

“You know that's fair. So, you just wanna chill on the call?” He asked to make sure I was comfortable with it since not a lot of our fans know about us. 

“Yee it's late and I know you're speedrunning Poppy anyways.” I said while looking over at his stream.

“Chat is what we do sometimes when our brains are completely dead at 5am and she doesn't have work the next day.” He started laughing because it is true with our ADHD. 

“Guys I- I mean, we have great news to spread!” Pezzy exaggerated the big news, “Chat, guys no, we- guys..” Pezzy trails off due to him reading chat and us laughing at their responses. 

“Okay. One, I am NOT pregnant. Hell no, not right now, hella bad timing on our ends.” I nervously laugh cause we have definitely not talked about this at all on our own. “Two, no we are not getting Sly a friend, she is enough and she gives me all her cuddles anyways.”

“Anyway, CHAT!” Pezzy screamed into his mic to get back on track. “GamerSups and us have come up with a Pezzy/___ cup. So, that means we get to show you the cup and if you go buy this, make sure you pick up some BBL and use code PEZZY or CLOO to get 10% off your order.”

“But that just doesn't seem right?” I say with a faux confused look on my face, “I thought between February 23 through the 28th, don't they get an additional 11% off their order?” “So technically they get 21% off their order or orders to the big oil princes in chat.” I say with the confidence of a sleazy car salesman. 

“Oh my god that is right so chat, Look at this beautiful cup inspired by ___’s animated character and my soda can. Isn't it just so sexy?” He brings the cup to show the camera so everyone in chat could see the details. 

“Guys I'm going into my fuckboy biker phase, can y'all get it right?” He says into the mic while looking behind him waiting.

“Uhm, excuse me good sir, who said you can enter that phase? Cause i know it wasn't my ass, cause you're mine honey.” I come into his office and the background is filled with sassiness and possessiveness that's for show, as I put my hand on my hip. 

“Baby you know you look so hot right now.” Pezzy says trying to distract me from his stupidness that baited me into coming into his office.

“Hmmm, im watching you sir.” I said with a small attitude as I walked out of his office, I quietly shut his door so Sly and I don't get caught snuggling. 

“-- The little soda can logo I have, so if you want to punch it, cuddle it, or kick it, nothing else. Or Fuck it, now you can–””

“Actually chat you cant fuck my soda can, but fuck your own soda plushie when you get it in 12- 16 weeks.” I said into his mic as I climbed into his lap as he wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn't fall out of his lap.

“This is my SodaMan.” I say laughing as I try to wrap my arm backwards around his neck. “Okay, but you should definitely use that for twitch like how smii7y has a little milk bag animation. Just use that as a transition of something.” I say laughing getting out of his lap while giving him a quick smooch on the cheek. 

The screen fades into Pezzy’s normal background with a ridiculous smile on his face, “So guys who’s buying the new plushie?” He started dying out of laughter and turning red as chat was losing their minds at his girlfriend's antics.

“Fun fact, that was to take one after running the script down with her. Also she did that on the spot so its fucking perfect for Twicth just cant use it for youtube, I recorded a different one but with her help. Sadly she was not the star of the show like in this one.” He explains still trying to get his breath back after laughing so hard. 

“Uhhh, there's a lot of cups and mugs all over my kitchen countertop and my coffee table. I wanted to clean it up, and i have been wanting to clean it for a week; but I haven't yet. I'm gonna do it today, though.” Pezzy says depressingly as he motions to the side, “Editor fast forward to the end of the video, ‘I'll do that tomorrow’.” Pezzy jokes as his eyes scan chat in haste to keep up.

___user: Im on my way over with food literally rn, so shush ill clean em

“Babe, no don't clean when you get here. Come chill with us.” Pezzy begs not wanting to seem lazy to chat. “Like no seriously, chat is wanting to talk to momma mod.” He says as his eyes rashly scanned through chat. 

Pezzy reclined all the way back in his chair, looking pitiful as ever. He was looking at his phone tracking __ for his food.

“I’m hungry, I’m so mad.” as he drew out the “Y” as if he was a child. “I am throwing a fit, shut up. I want my food and my girlfriend.” He responded to one of the stupid comments from chat.

“I know it's on the way. I want it now!” Pezzy yelled out in frustration and hangry-ness, still watching his phone. 

“AHHH!” He screamed out in impatience and annoyance with himself. 

Randofan334: you got pulled over the other day?

“Funny story, NOT!” Pezzy screamed into his microphone while manhandling it. “___ and I were out riding yesterday, as per my story. She was riding behind me, til she rolled up beside me at a redlight. Then for some reason she was pretending not to know me and did the bike wave. Once the light changed to green she TOOK FUCKING OFF AND HIT A WHEELIE ON HER R6!” Pezzy howled at chat as he was reliving the story and anger. 

“Then red and blue lights started going off behind me, I was thinking ‘ha she deserves it’. NO! THE FUCKER PULLED ME OVER SINCE SHE PUT SOME TYPE OF PAINT ON HER LICENSE PLATE!!” His shrilling was reaching all throughout the house and Chats’ ears. “Thankfully she paid the ticket since it was technically hers, but that fucker got me.” 

“Also chat, don't spam her for that. We were fucking around, that's what happens with us. We had fun, but fuck that cop.” He spoke to chat.