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Bed Chem - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Reader is a famous musician performing their hit song, Bed Chem, with a special surprise at the end.

cw: f!reader, suggestive material

AN: Heavily inspired by @chaos-chloe's fic Juno! Thought I'd try my hand at one of my favorite songs from Sabrina Carpenter, ending pose inspired from the Nashville show!

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As I was finishing laying my heart on stage during “Lie To Girls”, I caught a glimpse of the security guard at the end of the stage signal to Pezzy with a discreet thumbs up which he returned.

The lights go down low as we all get in our spots for one of my favorite numbers, “Bed Chem”. It’s all about love, sultriness, and embodying the sexiest part of ourselves. My outfit, with the little see-through shawl, is so cute and adds the perfect amount of sexy coverage.

As I hear the opening beats, I get into position laying on the round bed cornered on the stage. My dancers, strutting along with the screen curtains, closing them as we get a little steamy for this next song.

I smile at the camera hidden above me while my picture blooms on the screens to my adoring audience. 

If Pezzy’s jaw could drop any farther, it would be on the floor like a cartoon character. He looks to the guys, eyes almost bulging out, in adoration for his girlfriend. The guys were wearing big smiles in support of their best friend, Grizzy patting his back hard out of excitement.

“Bro, look at your girl!” Grizzy says.

“I was expecting a lot but this is even better,” Pezzy said, turning into the widest smile he could muster.

Feeling the energy from the crowd, I wink towards the camera as I began the first verse.

“I was in a sheer dress the day that we met

We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec”

I sang, switching my arm and leg positions to add some alluring energy to my performance.

“You're friendin' me up so we could connect

And what are the odds? You sent me a text”

I sang, thinking about how Pezzy and I first met. I was good friends with Grizzy for a few years due to our music connection, featuring on some of his unreleased beats he was working on. I ended up over their house for a party they were throwing and Pezzy immediately caught my eye. 

We talked for hours at that party and the next day, he added me on everything, including Discord, and we got to chatting. A lot.

“And now the next thing I know, I'm like

Manifest that you're oversized

I digress, got me scrollin' like

Out of breath, got me goin' like”

I can’t lie, the second he followed me I did a little deep dive on his Instagram. This line reigns true to exactly how I felt seeing his posts for the first time. How adorable his smile was, how big that mirror is…

As I continue the vocals, I turn to the opening on the bed as the curtains open up to reveal me to the audience for the first time. I am greeted by the roars of screams of my fans.

“Who's the cute boy with the white jacket

And the thick accent? Like

Ooh (ah)”

My brain immediately goes to my love for Pezzy’s fashion sense. His countless jackets, my favorite being his varsity ones, were my inspiration. He always shows up and out when planning his outfits; simple but stylish.

“Maybe it's all in my head

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem”

My dancers (aka best friends) joined me on the bed on stage, pulling off their choreography seamlessly. I join them in the movements, feeling like I’m floating with adrenaline, being able to do the job I love, performing for the love of my life.

“How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense

How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things”

One of my favorite lines, I make eye contact with Pezzy right in front of me, signaling a spark between us that is only getting stronger. I hold the contact with him for the next few lines as I get on all fours, seeing a slight smirk on his face.

“That's bed (bed) chem (chem)

How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessed

Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good-”

My girls come file next to and behind me getting ready for the next verse, a cheeky play on words that seems to be in everyone’s head. 

“Come ride on me, I mean, camaraderie

Said you're not in my time zone but you wanna be

Where art thou? Why not upon-eth me?

See it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy”

The teasing choreography only added to the screams of the audience. Hearing the audience sing my lyrics back to me was even more fulfilling, bringing a sense of joy and fun to humans that want to let loose and embrace our connection of love.

“Who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes

And the big bad mm? Like”

I twirl my hair around my finger, finding Pezzy again in the audience, looking for his bright eyes. Every one of our movements are calculated and I especially needed that calculated look to be right on him for this song.

“I know it sound a bit redundant”

I sing, as I drop it low, legs spread, eyes on him. The audience is quite hard to see in this lighting but I think you could see his jaw drop from across the arena. His jaw drop turned into his cheeky smile he does, his tongue caught in his teeth, as he shakes his head at me in disbelief.

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem”

My male dancers joined me on stage, about to take their respective  partners of my girl dancers for the rest of the song, producing their own pretend “bed chem” on stage.

“How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense (just makes sense)

How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things

That's bed (bed) chem (oh, that's bed chem)

How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessed (so obsessed)

Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good (bed chem)”

I look around at my girls on the bed with the biggest smiles on their faces as we roll around the bed, hitting the sexiest poses we could think of, hitting each beat as I deliver my next lines.

“And I bet we'd both arrive at the same time (bed chem)

And I bet the thermostat's set at six-nine (bed chem)

And I bet it's even better than in my head (my, ooh)”

During the interlude of the song, we do a little choreography laying on the bed as the camera comes back above us. 

Pezzy gives a goofy salute to the boys as he gets over the barricade they were standing at. They all look at him like he was crazy, Grizzy trying to grab his shoulder but decides against it because he knows what he’s doing. Right?

The security guard escorts him to the side of the stage quickly so he can make his big cue. Girls are screaming as they see him being escorted, wondering what was going on. 

As I deliver the vocals for the last chorus, we come back to the audience as my girls slowly slink off the bed to go to their stage partners. 

I look out at the audience and make out the figures of the guys, minus one, knowing my plan is in action. At this point, Pezzy is backstage, holding the camera that will cast his perspective of me to my enamoured fans.

I am the last one on the bed, getting out of the straddle position I was in. I look in the side mirror and catch the eyes of Pezzy, waiting for his turn with the most evil smile I have ever seen on him. It was one of pride, mischief, and love in his smile and eyes. 

I smirk back, milking the situation we are in as much as I can. Looking at myself in the back mirror, I get on all fours and push my butt out to the audience which was met with screams from everyone.

Pezzy sneaks out from behind the set with his camera, making sure to get some good angles (as I told him to do) which are shown on the big screens.

“Oh shit!” As if it couldn’t get more distinct in voices, we could tell it was Droid and Grizzy screaming for us. Puffer just stood astounded that 1) Pezzy is doing this and 2) he’s doing it in front of thousands of people. 

He’s in front of thousands of people on the daily for streams, but this? Never would’ve seen it coming.

I mouth ‘Hi baby’ and wave to the camera between my vocalizations before the camera cuts out and the curtains close on the bed.

Only left with our silhouettes, I grab his face and give him a quick but big kiss before doing our rehearsed ending sequence.

I grab the fuzzy handcuffs from under one of the pillows and wave them in his face. He grabs them from my hand and pushes me down on the bed and spreads my legs and moves closer on his knees to me.

Too quickly, the silhouette fades and is replaced by a kiss print to save the rest to imagination.

We ran backstage since I have to go do a quick change for the next segment of the show but not before I planted a big kiss and hug on him.

“You were so incredible,” Pezzy says, bear hugging me. 

“Thank you, I really am so happy you did this, you make me so happy,” I say, holding his cheeks.

He kisses me on the forehead as he goes back with the security guard back to their spots in the audience. He was met back with aggressive head rubs and pats on the back for their buddy, ready for whatever more the show has to offer.

Agora Hills - Grizzy x Singer!Reader

Summary: You are singing your new song, and a surprise happens at the end (inspired from TikTok and a recent request)

TW: Established relationship, kissing, a surprise,

As the lights dimmed and the crowd's cheers crescendoed, my heart raced with excitement and adrenaline coursed through my veins. I took a deep breath, soaking in the vibrant energy emanating from thousands of faces, their voices intertwining in a cacophony of support and love. Dressed in my one-of-a-kind, custom-made dress—a stunning homage to the South African flag—each crystal and bead caught the light, creating a dazzling display that mirrored the spirit of the festival. My matching heels added just the right touch of glamour, making me feel like I was floating as I moved.

The iconic introduction of my song “Agora Hills” reverberated through the amphitheater. I could hardly believe I was about to share this special piece with such an incredible audience. This song, woven from the threads of love and longing, told the story of Grizzy and me—a reflection of our adventures, dreams, and the moments that shaped our hearts.

The first beats of the music pulsed through me, igniting a fire. I began to dance freely, the rhythm guiding my body with a magnetic pull, as if I were a part of the music itself. I let go of the everyday worries that clouded my mind and focused solely on the moment—the lights, the beats, and the people who had gathered to share this experience with me.

As I swayed and twirled, memories flooded back to me like a movie reel—our first meeting at a community festival, laughing as we tried to teach each other traditional dances, and quiet nights under the stars talking about our dreams. Agora Hills was more than just a song; it was a celebration of our love, our cultures, and everything we aspired to be together.

I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined Grizzy, watching me from the crowd, beaming with pride and love. I could almost see him cheering me on, his presence fuelling my performance.

The moment these lyrics hit my lips, a rush of energy surged through me, electrifying the atmosphere. The crowd echoed back with excitement, their voices rising and falling with the beat. It was contagious: a feeling of love and longing wrapped in a melody that everyone seemed to know.

"Kissin' and hope they caught us, whether they like it or not!" I sang out, glancing at the faces in the front row. A couple holding hands cheered loudly, their eyes sparkling with joy, and it reminded me of Grizzy and me—two souls intertwined in a world that sometimes feels like it's moving too fast.

As I continued to sing out the chorus, "I wanna show you off, I wanna brag about it!" the beat pulsed through my heart. Each note transcended mere performance; it was a declaration of love, an anthem for all those who dared to dream and be unapologetically themselves.

The lights danced in rhythm to the music, and I felt every ounce of their warmth reflecting back at me. My dress barely fluttered as I twirled, every Swarovski crystal glinting in the vibrant lights like tiny stars against the South African night sky.

"And I wanna tie the knot!" I declared, my voice soaring with conviction. Suddenly, I envisioned a future with Grizzy—a world where we could embrace our love openly, where the weight of judgment faded into nothing and acceptance reigned. My heart beat stronger with that thought. 

"I wanna show you off!" I sang again, letting the refrain echo into the night, the crowd responding with wild cheers. This was more than a performance; it was a celebration of everything we wanted and everything we stood for.

With each pulse of the bass, an invisible thread connected each person in the audience. Friends were hugging, lovers swayed to the beat, and families joined in the symphony of love echoing through the festival grounds.

As I neared the end of the chorus, I raised my arms high, inviting them all to sing along, "I wanna show you off!" The crowd roared back, voices intertwining in a beautiful, powerful affirmation. In that moment, under the stars, we were a unified force celebrating love, hope, and the courage to be vulnerable.

As the chorus rolled on, I danced across the stage with a buoyant energy that was almost intoxicating. "I wanna show you off!" I sang, my heart racing with every beat. The steady rhythm of the music cradled me, and I could feel its vibrations deep in my chest, urging me to connect even more with the audience. 

I locked eyes with a fan in the front row—a young woman with vibrant blue hair and glittering rhinestones adorning her cheeks. She was singing every word back to me, her smile wide and genuine, reflecting the very emotions I poured into my performance. In that brief moment, it felt as if our souls intertwined, united by the powerful message of love and pride that resonated through the lyrics.

"I wanna show you off (off), yeah, yeah!" I sang, twirling and spinning as I made my way to the edge of the stage, reaching out in a playful gesture that invited the crowd to join in. I knew this night was about more than just me; it was about all of us celebrating together.

As I danced, the energy emanating from the audience became a palpable force, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. I could see couples swaying together, friends grinning from ear to ear, everyone lost in the joy of the moment. I felt every emotion—happiness, love, even a sprinkle of nostalgia—as I recalled my journey with Grizzy and our dreams for the future. 

"I wanna show you off!" I chimed again, my voice rising above the music, creating a moment where we all sang as one. The crowd’s cheers blended harmoniously with the melody, and I felt like I was floating in a sea of warmth and acceptance.

Moving to the other side of the stage, I locked eyes with a group of friends, and their excitement ignited a fire within me. I raised my arms and invited them to sing louder, even bolder—reminding us all to shed any inhibitions. "I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you!" I urged passionately, a rhythmic wave of unity rolling through the throng of fans. 

In that electrifying atmosphere, I could almost hear the unspoken words—a collective hope, a declaration that love should be celebrated openly, without fear or judgment. My outfit shimmered with every movement, reminding me of the strength and beauty of the diverse cultures I wanted to honor and embrace. 

As the song flowed on, I danced with abandon—spinning, leaping, and weaving through the air, the world around me blurring as I became one with the music. The audience was a dance partner of its own, and our mutual love vibrated in harmony as I sang about the very essence of showing off the ones we adore.

I could feel the pulsating energy in the air as the beat carried me through the song, and I knew exactly where I wanted to take the performance. With a cheeky smile and a glint in my eye, I stepped closer to the front edge of the stage, scanning the sea of faces before me.

“Hold my hand,” I called out, extending it toward that same vibrant blue-haired fan in the front row who’d been singing her heart out. Her eyes widened, and she reached out eagerly, her excitement palpable. I gently clasped her hand, feeling a delightful rush of connection and warmth.

“Now, you can hit it while they watch,” I teased, my voice lowering slightly as I pointed playfully at her, a wink thrown in for good measure. The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, the atmosphere crackling with a mischievous flair.

So, 9:30? I'll see you there

No, you hang up, you hang up

The beat thumped like a heartbeat, sending waves of adrenaline through me as I bounced around the stage. The crowd was electrified, leaning in, living for every word and every moment. The atmosphere was palpable with energy, and I could feel the undeniable connection between us, like an unspoken pact of wild joy and freedom.

“Something different about you,” I sang, locking eyes with a different fan this time—a guy with bright green hair and a huge grin that made my heart race. His excitement reflected all around him, creating an infectious wave of enthusiasm. “Love it when he hit and smack too!” I added with a flirtatious wink, and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, our energy intertwining more tightly with each passing moment.

I sauntered closer to the edge of the stage, gesturing to another fan—a girl with tattoos snaking up her arms and a confident sway to her step. “Baby, let me lick on your tattoos!” I teased, striking a pose that made her squeal with delight, her friends erupting into enthusiastic laughter. It was moments like these where I felt the love in the air; we were all in this together.

“That’s true that I like PDA, take you to a seedy place,” I sang, capturing the crowd's attention. Hands shot up, and people started playfully mimicking my movements, creating an interactive experience that felt electric. “Suck a little dick in the bathroom!” I called out, letting the laughter and playful teasing bounce back at me like a game of emotion, the smiles wide and genuine.

The energy shifted, and I could sense a vibe of anticipation. “Who that man with the big strong hands on her ass in the club with the paps?” My voice rang out, teasingly accusatory yet filled with bold pride, pointing at a couple dancing together in the front row, their moves mimicking the playful lyrics, laughter spilling out like confetti.

“Baby, that's you,” I exclaimed, giving them a nod while circling a finger in the air and feeling a rush of excitement as the chorus charged through the crowd anew.

“Front-seat, chillin’ with the window down,” I continued, letting the rhythm take full control. I danced like there was no tomorrow, every motion synchronized with the waves of laughter and cheers carrying through the night. The crowd was fully on board, and even as my lyrics turned more daring, their enthusiasm only grew.

“Ten-toes down on the dash, gettin’ fast food,” I chimed in, raising a mock soda cup in one hand while pretending to lean back comfortably in a car. The crowd mimicked me, cups held high, all while their cheers reached a fever pitch.

“Hope you can handle the heat, put your names on the streets!” I sang, thrusting my finger up as if we were unveiling a secret collectively shared, the crowd roared their approval. “Get used to my fans lookin’ at you!” I winked at the girl with the tattoos again, nodding as she basked in the light of the moment.

“Fuck what they heard, I don't fuck with them birds!” I proclaimed fiercely, channeling that wild energy. The crowd howled with laughter, some nodding emphatically as I leaned down, offering an engaging connection with those in the front row, amplifying the sense of camaraderie building between us.

“I'm a mean kitty, don't get stabbed with the rat tooth!” I sang, the playful intensity kicking up a notch as I danced back and forth, my hips swaying dangerously to emphasize my point. The crowd teetered between awe and excitement, a wave of playful danger encapsulating the moment.

“Boys be mad that I don’t fuck incels, girls hate too, gun to their pigtail!” I rapped, weaving deftly through the interactive performance, connecting with the laughter and lively sounds around me.

“I love you, I wanna big chill! Boy, don’t trip, I’ll split a big bill!” I moved closer to the front again, practically breathless, relishing every vibrant moment. 

“Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand,” I sang, letting the words wrap around us, creating imagery of adventure and love shared between two people completely lost in their world.

“Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand!” The final word echoed through the venue, and the excitement escalated, the audience joining in like a choir celebrating every bold note. I could feel the energy building like a hurricane, the crowd roaring in approval!

But as the last note faded, I suddenly struck a mock pose, holding up my hand as if to display the most exquisite engagement ring. My expression transformed into an exaggerated look of pride, reveling in the moment of fun, but then I dropped the act and lowered my gaze to my empty fingers. I leaned into the mic, leaning out toward the crowd with a playful pout.

“I’m not married, I’m not married!” I exclaimed, mimicking a faux upset tone that elicited laughter all around. The audience erupted with giggles, the energy shifting from excitement to playful teasing, sensing the tongue-in-cheek humor in my delivery.

Baby, can you call me back? I miss you

It's so lonely in my mansion

I winked, my shoulders rolling back into a confident stance, “But hey, if anyone wants to rub it in their face, let’s do it! Just don’t expect me to put a ring on it yet!” The laughter swelled, and I made a grand sweeping gesture with my arm, inviting the crowd to join along as I transitioned smoothly back into the song—a celebration of love and freedom.

With the beat thumping steadily beneath me, I felt the energy of the crowd simply soar. I swayed my hips to the rhythm, feeling the electric connection as I danced towards the middle of the stage, engaging with every face lit up by excitement. 

“'Cause love is pain, but I need this shit (yeah),” I belted out, letting the audience feel the weight of the words while flashing a cheeky grin. The lights bounced off the faces of my fans, their lively energy forging an unbreakable bond between us.

“We fuck too good when the beat kicks in!” I sang, moving as if the music was coursing through my veins, taking them along on this exhilarating ride. I could see people mouthing the words back to me, grinning with shared understanding of the magnetic allure of love.

“Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (yeah),” I continued, echoing the playful cheekiness, and the crowd roared in response, mirroring my enthusiasm. They were all in, loving every bit of this spirited exchange.

“Don't give a fuck where the penis been (uh),” I sang with confidence, throwing my hands up as the laughter echoed back like a playful taunt. 

“Boy, you're the one, you're the only man,” I pointed to some couples in the crowd, their fondness shining through the sea of faces. “Me and you on my OnlyFans.” The audience erupted in laughter again, riding the waves of humor and adrenaline.

“Holy cow, you're the Holy Trin'!” I exclaimed, my arms out wide as though encompassing everyone in this joyous moment.

“Hold me down when a hole need dick,” I added with an exaggerated wink, tapping into the playful banter that had become our collective rhythm. 

“Be my security, it's your therapy!” I sang, strutting about the stage and nodding my head with gleeful approval as if we were all in on this cheeky secret.

“With you, I ain't holdin' shit back!” I felt the urgency of the words, letting the music carry me like an unstoppable force, allowing every emotion to resonate with the pulsating crowd.

“When I need my space, you give that!” I gestured to my fans, feeling united in the experiences we've all shared. The excitement bubbled over as the next lines rolled off my tongue.

“When he broke my heart, you fixed that,” I sang with heartfelt conviction, my gaze sweeping over the crowd, pausing for a moment to catch the eye of someone who seemed to get it.

“With a long walk on the beach!” I added, sweeping my arm wide as if drawing the outline of a sandy shore, the energy elevated as the crowd joined in, raising their voices.

“Love it when they honk-honk on the street (beep)!” The audience responded with mock honks and laughter, leaning into the moment of shared exuberance. 

“When they see us zoom by in the Jeep (yeah)!” I twirled, encouraging a playful ambiance, inviting everyone to get lost in the rhythm with me.

“We a whole damn joint, we a energy,” I declared, beaming at the collective force before me. 

“Baby, we can just ride on our enemies!” I sang, throwing my head back in glee, creating a whimsical image for us all to enjoy. 

“They all wanna know how you get to me!” I let the lyrics flow freely now, each word soaring through the air, connecting us further. 

“Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines,” I added more melodiously, emphasizing the subversive undertones that had everyone feeling a sense of liberation. 

“'Cause this type of love's the epitome!” I shouted, the song reaching its peak energy. 

Baby, you are literally cappin' to me right now

Like, why are you cappin'?

You just cap so hard, it's-

I don't know what to do

As the infectious melody pulsed through the venue, I belted out the next lyrics, caught up in the thrill of the moment.

“Kissin' and hope they caught us (ah),” I sang, joyfully spinning around the stage, absorbing the vibrant energy radiating from the audience.

“Whether they like or not (not),” I chimed in with playful sass, mirroring what felt like a shared secret amongst the crowd.

“I wanna show you off (off),” I continued, letting the passion for the song sweep over me.

“I wanna show you off!” I finished, feeling a rush from the collective excitement.

But just as I turned to head back toward the center of the stage, my breath caught in my throat. There, standing at the edge of the stage, was Grizzy—my boyfriend, looking undeniably handsome in his black pants and navy button-down shirt. My heart raced for a moment as disbelief rocked my senses. He had said he wouldn’t be able to make it to the concert!

The music faded from my ears as I felt an overwhelming wave of emotion. Grizzy, with a playful yet sincere expression that drew me in, approached the middle of the stage, and I instinctively walked toward him, feet seemingly moving in slow motion. I could feel a mix of surprise and pure joy bubbling within me.

Before I knew it, he had dropped to one knee, pulling a small, shimmering box from his pocket. The world around us disappeared, and in that instant, it felt like we were the only two beings in existence.

“Are you kidding me?” I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as tears of joy welled up in my eyes. 

With a soft, earnest smile, he spoke, “Will you marry me?” 

I felt my heart swell, tears streaming down my cheeks—this moment was more than I had ever dreamed of. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” I exclaimed, practically jumping into his arms as he slid the ring onto my finger, a perfect symbol of our love.

Grizzy pulled the mic from my trembling hand, his eyes shining brightly. “Rub it in their face, baby!” he quoted from my own song, and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, the joy infectious as everyone revelled in our beautiful moment. 

Together, on that stage, with the world around us buzzing with excitement, we became a representation of love—not just telling our story through song but now, living it, as we stood there, hand in hand, hearts entwined and filled with pure happiness.

The music swelled again, but this time, it was our love providing the soundtrack, and with every note, we felt the deep connection that brought us to this incredible moment. The crowd continued to cheer, celebrating not only the performance but a beautiful beginning—a lifetime of love, laughter, and shared adventures that lay ahead.

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.

Nourished by Devotion — Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, pregnancy, caring boyfriend, request🦋

It was late afternoon, and the house was filled with the soft hum of the air conditioner. You were perched on the couch, eight months pregnant and feeling every bit of it. Your feet ached, your back was sore, and your mood hovered somewhere between irritated and teary. The baby, bless their squirmy little self, kept nudging your ribs like a persistent drummer. And to top it off, you were hungry—hungry in a way that made no sense. One minute you wanted pickles, the next minute pancakes, then maybe both together. You knew it was hormones and cravings talking, but that didn’t make them any easier to ignore. In the kitchen, Grizzy was a whirlwind of activity, rummaging through cabinets and the fridge. He wore sweatpants and a loose shirt, moving with a determined kind of tenderness. Ever since you’d hit the later stages of pregnancy, he’d made it his personal mission to keep you and the baby satisfied—food, comfort, massages, and all the love you could stand. It wasn’t just caretaking; it was worship. He loved every curve of your changing body, every new complaint and craving was met with compassion and a near-heroic eagerness. “Alright,” he called out, voice warm and steady, “we’ve got leftover fried rice or I can whip up some pancakes. You said pancakes earlier, right?”

You sighed dramatically, throwing your head back against the cushion. “I said I wanted pancakes and pickles,” you grumbled, though a small smile tugged at your lips at how ridiculous it sounded. “I know it’s weird.” Grizzy popped his head around the corner, grinning. “Babe, it’s not weird. It’s pregnancy cravings. I’ve got your back. Pickled pancakes—” He made a playful face. “Okay, maybe I’ll just give you both separately.” You snorted, feeling a touch better just from his easy acceptance. “Yeah, maybe not together,” you conceded, “but I do want both.” He disappeared again, and soon the smell of something warm and sweet drifted into the living room. You closed your eyes, hand resting on your belly, feeling the baby shift. A few minutes later, Grizzy returned with a plate of fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup and a small bowl of pickles on the side. He placed them on the coffee table and then knelt beside you, reaching for your feet to rub gentle circles into your arches. “How’s that?” he asked softly, eyes full of concern and love. “Better?” You nodded, taking a bite of pancake. “Mhm,” you mumbled through a mouthful, “this helps. Thank you.” The sweetness hit your tongue, and you almost wanted to cry from relief. He squeezed your calf reassuringly, then leaned up to kiss your forehead. “Always,” he said quietly. “I love taking care of you two.” Your heart softened. He truly did mean it. He’d been so patient and attentive—feeding you, rubbing your back, holding you when you cried for no reason.

And there was something else, too: the way his gaze lingered on your growing belly like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Nelson,” you began, voice hushed, “you really don’t mind all this? The weird moods, the cravings, the…changes?” He let out a gentle laugh and slid onto the couch beside you, pulling you closer. “Mind it? Are you kidding? I’m completely obsessed.” His hand cupped your belly, thumb stroking lightly. “I love every second of this—the bump, your curves, your attitude.” He lowered his voice, near a whisper. “And how much I want you, even more now.” You blushed, heat pooling low in your belly. Hormones made you irritable, yes, but they also amplified your desire at the strangest moments. It was true that sometimes, when you were cranky or uncomfortable, Grizzy’s solution was to guide you into the bedroom and remind you how cherished and desirable you were. And if nothing else worked to lighten your mood, well, he had other ways—like burying his face between your legs, kissing and licking you into a state of blissful forgetfulness. “Speaking of wanting me,” you said softly, turning to look at him, a spark of mischief in your eyes, “I’m in a mood.” It was half a statement, half a request for relief that only he could provide. His gaze darkened with understanding. “Oh, you want that kind of comfort.” He set the plate aside, leaning in to kiss your jaw, then your neck. “Let me guess, you feel tense?” He pressed another kiss at the base of your throat, voice going low.

“Could use some attention?” You nodded, breath hitching. “Mhmm.” “Finish your food first,” he teased, hand slipping under your shirt to caress the underside of your belly. “Gotta keep you fed.” His tone was playful, but you could see the hungry gleam in his eye. “Then I’m all yours.” You grinned, quickly popping a pickle slice into your mouth, heart thudding with anticipation.

The next morning, Grizzy had a spot on Clooless, the podcast he co-hosted with friends. You were curled up on the couch, phone propped up to watch the live recording. They joked about random topics, current events, and gaming highlights. Eventually, the conversation drifted to personal life updates. You perked up, knowing Grizzy might mention you and the baby. “So, Grizzy,” Puffer began, leaning into the mic, “tell us what’s new on the home front. I know you’ve been preparing for parenthood, to become a father.” Grizzy smiled, the kind that reached his eyes and softened his whole expression. “Man, I’m just—” he paused, searching for words, “I’m so excited. I know I joke a lot, but this is huge for me. We’re close, you know? Just a few more weeks.” Pezzy teased, “I bet you’re freaking out. Getting the nursery ready and all that?” He chuckled, leaning closer to the mic. “The nursery’s set. It’s adorable. But more than that, I’m obsessed with my girlfriend right now. I swear, pregnancy is…something else. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful, more…just full of life. She’s strong, dealing with all the aches and cravings, and I get to be there, help out, make her pancakes at midnight if she wants. I’d do anything for her.” Your cheeks went warm at his words. He continued, voice turning more earnest, almost reverent. “I’m serious, it’s like I’m seeing her in a whole new light. Every curve, every little complaint, I’m just like—‘Yes, let me fix it. Let me make it easier.’” He laughed a bit at himself, “you guys think I’m whipped, but honestly? I’m so whipped, it’s not even funny. I’m grateful every day.”

Your heart clenched at the love pouring out of him. Even filtered through the screen, it was powerful. He was gushing, shameless and proud, letting the world know how much he adored you and the baby growing inside you. Droid chimed in, “Damn, Grizzy, this kid’s not even here yet and you’re already the ultimate dad.” “Can’t help it,” Grizzy replied, smiling so big you could see his dimples. “I can’t wait. They both give me purpose, you know? And if I can make her laugh when she’s moody, or feed them when she’s craving something weird, or just—” He lowered his voice, more intimate now, “—show her how much I worship her body as it grows our child, then that’s all I need.” You swallowed, blinking back a sudden wave of emotion. It meant so much that he celebrated you, that he didn’t shy away from talking about how he admired you, even in public. Later, after the podcast, he returned home. You were waiting, leaning against the doorframe. He shot you a look, half-worried, half-hopeful. “Caught the show?” he asked, tone light, but you could see the question in his eyes. You nodded, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. “I did,” you murmured. “You made me cry, you know.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Happy tears, I hope.” “Very happy tears,” you assured him, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “And now I’m hungry.” His face lit up, that playful grin returning. “Hungry, huh? What’s on the menu tonight?”

You pretended to think hard. “Hmmm. Not sure. Something sweet, maybe. And then…maybe you?” He laughed softly, shaking his head in affectionate disbelief. “You’re insatiable.” “Your fault,” you teased, poking his chest lightly. “You made me this spoiled.” His eyes flashed with that familiar heat, hands settling on your hips, thumbs brushing your belly. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” he murmured, voice dropping to that husky tone that made your insides flip. “Let’s take care of both cravings, shall we?” You grinned, heart full, body thrumming with contentment and desire. Together, you moved into the apartment, the scent of home and love and possibility surrounding you. Everything felt right: his devotion, your laughter, the life growing inside you—and the promise that, no matter what, he was there to feed every hunger, soothe every ache, and worship every inch of your pregnant body.

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Battle of Burnout - BigPuffer x Reader

Summary: medical!reader experiencing burn out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Furry Baby - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Sly steals the show

TW: Established relationship, lmk if i missed anything

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HI so ive never requested a fic before but i love your writing so im taking my chances, could we get a pezzy fic kind of based on dress by taylor swift? maybe like yall and the clooless guys go out to a bar and you wear a new dress to get his attention and it works? thinking smut but im not sure if you write it so it doesn’t have to be. thank you!!

The Dress that Turned Heads

In a bustling city where the lights sparkled like stars, five friends decided to take a break from their everyday adventures. Pezzy, Grizzy, Puffer, ElasticDroid, and you were all excited for a night out at the Lavender Lounge, the trendiest bar in town, known for its whimsical cocktails and enchanting atmosphere. But this wasn’t just any night out—it was a night filled with unspoken feelings and silent glances.

From the moment you slipped into that flirty dress, you felt a rush of confidence. The fabric hugged your curves just right, and the twinkle of fairy lights reflected off your sparkling shoes. You had always hoped to catch Pezzy’s eye, but tonight you wanted to spark a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Little did you know, Pezzy had a reciprocated glimmer of feeling but was skillfully masking it behind a playful smile.

As you entered the Lavender Lounge, the air was thick with laughter and the hum of music. Grizzy and Puffer snatched up a table near the dance floor, while ElasticDroid eagerly grabbed the latest cocktails tossed your way with intricate garnishes. But you had one mission—to catch Pezzy’s attention.

With every sip of your fizzy drink, you subtly threw glances in Pezzy’s direction. You found courage in the rhythm of the music, the way the lyrics seemed like they were written just for you. The night unfolded with jovial discussions, teasing remarks, and dance moves that got everyone on their feet.

As the DJ spun a shuffle of love songs, you could see the flicker of interest in Pezzy’s eyes, but still, Pezzy played it cool, engaging with Grizzy and Puffer as if oblivious to your dazzling efforts. Then, in a moment that felt woven by fate, ElasticDroid suggested a game—a round of truth or dare.

“Pezzy,” you suggested playfully, “truth or dare?” Your heart raced in anticipation.

“Dare,” Pezzy replied with a grin, clearly ready for some fun.

“I dare you to dance with…” you hesitated, letting the air turn thick with tension as you locked eyes with Pezzy. “Me.”

A chorus of cheers erupted, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Pezzy jumped up, took your hand, and led you to the center of the dance floor as if the world around you faded away. The moment you started dancing, everything else became blurry—the lights, the laughter, the music, all fused into a mesmerizing backdrop.

Pezzy swayed gracefully, a smile dancing on his lips. Your heart raced like a rollercoaster, and as you lost yourself in the moment, you felt an unspoken connection blossom between the two of you. You could see that Pezzy’s shy glances were no longer so hidden, and perhaps, just perhaps tonight would end differently.

After a few exhilarating songs, the game resumed and laughter filled the air. However, your heart was still beating for Pezzy alone. In a bold move, you leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I bought this dress just for you, you know,” letting your feelings spill into the melody of the night.

Pezzy raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise mixed with something deeper swirling within those sparkling eyes. “Oh really?” Pezzy teased back, with playful mischief dancing on our smiles. 

You laughed lightly, leaning closer, “Only to take it off later,” you said with a wink, pushing the playful energy to the surface, both of your hearts racing now.

With a boldness fueled by the dim lights and the thrill of the night, Pezzy stepped closer. The atmosphere shifted, charged with recognition—finally, both of you were ready to acknowledge what had been lingering in the air.

The music pulsed through the air, each beat matching the rhythm of your racing hearts. Pezzy stepped even closer, the warmth radiating between you creating a bubble that felt like a secret oasis amidst the bustling bar. In that moment, the world around you faded even further, leaving just the two of you surrounded by twinkling lights and the heady scent of anticipation.

“Do you want to take it off now?” Pezzy whispered playfully, a teasing smirk dancing on his lips as they leaned in. The question hung in the air, thick and intoxicating, electrifying every nerve in your body.

You bit your lip, feeling heat bloom in your cheeks. “Maybe just a little bit closer,” you replied coyly, inviting Pezzy into the intimate space between you, your bodies swaying in sync with the rhythm of the music. The beat grew deeper, more intense, each pulse of the song igniting the flame of shared passion burning brightly between you.

As your bodies moved closer on the dance floor, the energy around you felt charged, as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring you together. Pezzy’s hand brushed against your waist, the contact sending shivers down your spine. You leaned against them, feeling the heat of his body in response, urging the tension to escalate.

With every sway and every step, the dance floor transformed into your private stage, and you felt a magnetic pull toward Pezzy that you could no longer ignore. You spun around, facing Pezzy fully, and as you locked eyes, a spark ignited that couldn’t be extinguished. The familiar coolness of the bar air was overwhelmed by the heat radiating between you both.

Pezzy took your hands in his, guiding your movements, his touch igniting a fire within you that ignited with every turn and twirl. You danced as if no one else existed, lost among the beats, enveloped in the music. Your laughter rang out, blended with the melodies of the lounge, every note amplifying the chemistry swirling between you.

Without breaking the rhythm, Pezzy leaned in closer, whispering, “What if we really just took it off?” You felt a rush of bold exhilaration at his words, a daring proposal cloaked in playful spontaneity.

“Let’s take this dance somewhere more private,” you suggested, biting back laughter as the thrill surged within you. You could see that seductive glint in Pezzy's eyes; it was the invitation both of you had long been waiting for.

Hand in hand, you guided Pezzy away from the crowded dance floor, slipping past laughing faces and vibrant lights until you reached a cozy nook in the back of the bar, dimly lit and perfect for a bit of mischief. As the world outside faded, the unmistakable beat of your hearts echoed within the confined space. 

Pezzy turned to you, the intensity of the moment stirring a wild energy. The walls felt alive as you both leaned in closer, breath mingling in a stolen moment that felt painted in slow motion. Just as Pezzy brushed his lips lightly against yours, the universe held its breath.

The kiss sparked a fire, a soft exploration that quickly flared into something passionate, the kind that echoes with the heat of anticipation. Your bodies pressed against each other, the warmth amplifying between you like an unquenchable flame. The dress you wore seemed to shimmer, a shimmering promise as if both it and the night held secrets just waiting to be discovered.

In the alcove, lost to the rhythm of your shared heartbeat, you both managed to escape the world beyond—the laughter, the music, the bright lights, all faded away until there was nothing left but the intoxicating kiss and the electricity that pulsed between you.

Pezzy pulled back momentarily, his breaths mingling with yours in the intimate space as they whispered, “What’s next?” The question hung tantalizingly in the air, a doorway to new adventures waiting to unfold.

With Pezzy's forehead gently resting against yours, the world outside faded into mere whispers, leaving only the soft sounds of your breaths blending together in an intoxicating rhythm. The flickering lights from the bar cast a warm glow around you both, highlighting the tension and heartbeat of the moment.

Pezzy's hands, exploring with delightful curiosity, traced along the curves of your waist, fingers brushing lightly against your hips. Each touch felt electric, igniting waves of warmth that danced through you. You could feel your pulse racing as if synchronized with the music still pulsing through the bar, a distant reminder of the world beyond this intimate sanctuary.

As you leaned in for another kiss, Pezzy pulled you closer, his body a sturdy wall for you to lean against. The solidness of the wall behind you and Pezzy in front created a cocoon that enveloped you, shielding you from prying eyes, almost like a secret shared between only the two of you.

Kissing Pezzy felt like unleashing a spark, each brush of lips igniting deeper cravings as the taste of mint and an intoxicating hint of his favorite cocktail lingered between your mouths. Your hands found their way to Pezzy's hair, fingers tangling in soft strands as you pulled them deeper into the kiss, wanting to savor the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

Pushed against the wall, your silhouette was hidden, shrouded in mystery. You could feel Pezzy’s breath hitch, a delightful sound that sent thrills through your core as they revealed in the moment. The pressure of his body against yours felt intoxicatingly possessive, like a gentle reminder that you were both lost in a whirlwind of passion.

Pezzy’s hands knew just where to explore—tracing along your sides, brushing over the fabric of your dress as if every inch was a territory they were eager to discover. His fingers danced like fire along the supple curves, igniting heat that pooled in the pit of your stomach. It was a rush of thrilling anticipation that made you wish for more, even while the clothes remained a barrier—a thrilling tease rather than a limit.

With every kiss deepening in its fervor, you could hear the distant music reverberating in the background, but in that moment, it felt as if time stood still. Pezzy wrapped you in his warmth, hiding your silhouettes from the world, a secret he cherished. It felt primal, electric—a raw, passionate entangling of two hearts finally acknowledging their undeniable connection.

Your hands captivated Pezzy’s face, pulling them in closer, allowing every sense to be overwhelmed by this extraordinary moment. The warmth of Pezzy's body melded with yours, hearts racing in tandem as you both balanced on the edge of desire. You could feel the energy between you—an invisible thread binding your souls together, a promise of something deeper yet to be explored.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, you trailed soft pecks along Pezzy's jawline, savoring the delicious thrill of secret exploration. You watched his breath quicken, his eyes darkening with desire, and it drew you in even more. “What’s next?” you echoed back, teasing playfully while your heart fluttered with excitement.

Pezzy chuckled softly, a sound that resonates deep within you. “Next?” he whispered, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Next, we embrace tonight for all it is—an escape, a wild adventure, and maybe a taste of what’s to come.”

With that, you pulled them back for another deep kiss, letting the heat of the moment envelop you both once more. The cozy nook within the bar became a world of its own, alive with the promise of discovery, laughter, and the beginnings of a romance that could soar.

Dinner Disaster- Clooless x Reader

Summary: Meeting a new Friend with the guys? Think again, love.

TW: ANGST! car crash, pain, friendship ending, gore, cursing, made-up drama, mental illness, "intrusive thoughts".

Pezzy, Grizzy, Puffer, and Droid—decided to join forces for a dinner meetup. They were excited to introduce their new friend, Cleo, a charming and vibrant woman who had recently moved to their city. Everyone was dressed in their best business casual attire, eager to enjoy good food and refreshing conversation.

As the evening began, the atmosphere bubbled with laughter and friendly banter. Cleo was engaging and witty, quickly stealing the spotlight. But little did Pezzy, Grizzy, Puffer, and Droid know that her dazzling charm would soon take a sharp turn.

While they were enjoying appetizers, Cleo decided to add a twist to the night. With a dramatic flair, she leaned in to the group and recounted a "hilarious" story about her high school days in Texas. She painted a vivid picture of a bully who tormented her through those awkward teenage years—the details were rich, the emotions palpable. And to their surprise, she pointed right at you, claiming that you were that very bully.

The guys were stunned. “You? A bully?” they thought as they exchanged confused glances. Pezzy was empathetic, Grizzy appeared shocked, Puffer’s eyes widened, and Droid started backing Cleo’s tale, asking how you could have been so cruel. The more Cleo spoke, the more details she added, weaving a web of lies that seemed to trap the unsuspecting four.

You sat there, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. You were from Tennessee, not Texas! Slowly, a sinking realization hit you. The room felt smaller, the laughter turned into uncomfortable chuckles, and one by one, they began supporting Cleo's story with their own jests. “Oh, come on, how could you? You don’t look like a bully!” Grizzy ribbed, chuckling nervously.

Feeling overwhelmed, it all became too much. You stood up, your heart pounding and tears blurring your vision. “You don’t understand!” you pleaded, but the raucous laughter drowned your voice. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you hurried out of the restaurant, desperate for fresh air.

You dashed to your car, trembling with a mix of emotions. It hurt that your friends seemed to have forgotten who you truly were, all sparked by Cleo's clever deception. You sat behind the wheel, the comforting hum of the engine surrounding you as you tried to breathe.

The world blurred around you as your heart raced, and for a moment, it felt as if time had frozen. Hitting the gas had been instinctual—a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating walls of betrayal closing in. As you crumpled the metal frame of your emotions into the crumpled metal of the car, the reality of what just happened began to seep through the haze of despair.

The screech of tires and the sudden jolt pulled you back to the present, but everything felt unreal—the scene around you, the fragments of shattered glass, and the ringing silence that followed the collision. Instinctively, you unclenched your fingers from the steering wheel and looked around, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The impact was jarring, a sudden halt to the chaos swirling in your mind. Metal crunched, and a blunt force threw you forward before the seat belt tightened, a stark reminder of reality. Instincts kicked in, adrenaline flooding your system as you scanned your surroundings, heart racing against the backdrop of sirens wailing in the distance.

You could hear voices, though muffled, piercing through the fog of confusion. In the other car, a man emerged, frazzled but unhurt, yet an unmistakable anger filled his eyes, directed at you. You wanted to explain, to scream that it wasn’t your intention, that your mind had been clouded by pain and betrayal. But words stuck in your throat, tangled with the depths of your hurt and shame

Panic surged through you like a tidal wave, drowning out the distant sirens and muffled voices. You pressed your palm against the steering wheel, trying to anchor yourself in the present, but the world spun, a whirlwind of colors and sounds. Blood seeped through your clothes, pooling beneath you, mingling with the fragments of glass and metal that littered the scene. A wave of nausea rolled through you, and you fought the urge to close your eyes—to slip into unconsciousness where pain doesn’t exist.

The frazzled man, still clinging to anger, rushed toward you, his face a mask of concern beneath the fury. “Stay with me! Help is coming!” he shouted, though his words were barely able to penetrate the haze surrounding you. The scene had transformed into a surreal tableau, the sirens growing louder but feeling so far away, as if you were trapped in a liminal space between life and oblivion.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, each one sending jolts of agony through your left side. You glanced down, horror creeping into your consciousness. The sight made your stomach turn—bone protruded from beneath torn flesh, and your limbs felt unresponsive, as though they belonged to someone else. You tried to move, to adjust your position, but the pain shot through you like lightning, forcing a cry from your lips that echoed in the chaos.

In that moment, the man’s anger faded into something softer—fear, perhaps, or concern. “You’re going to be okay. Just hold on,” he said, his voice steadier now. He shifted closer, trying to assess the situation, his hands awkwardly reaching out. “What’s your name?” he asked, urgency threading through his tone.

“Y-you don’t… you don’t need to know… don’t… call for help,” you managed to whisper, every word a struggle as you forced yourself to focus on the man’s eyes—trying to find comfort in the chaos around you. Your mind was racing through fragments of thought; images of laughter and warmth from the party before the crash, intermingled with visions of betrayal and loneliness, clawed at your consciousness.

“Please, stay with me,” he urged, his brow furrowing as he glanced around for any sign of first responders. “Can you feel your legs?” the man asked, his eyes scanning for any sign of movement. You tried to wiggle your toes, but the effort felt monumental; your body was betraying you in ways you never imagined.

"No…" The sound barely formed, a whisper swept away by the chaos swirling in your mind.

“It’s going to be okay. Just focus on breathing. In and out. You’re going to get through this.” His presence, though a stranger, offered a strange comfort amidst the chaos of the moment. His hands moved to stabilize your head, keeping your gaze steady on his as paramedics arrived, their red and blue lights illuminating the scene with frantic urgency.

“Stay still!” someone barked, kneeling beside you. You turned your head to see a paramedic, her face set in a mask of focused determination as she assessed your injuries. “We’re going to help you, but we need you to remain as calm as possible.”

They began working to stabilize you, wrapping bandages around your arm and assessing the other cuts and bruises that marred your skin. But despite the pain, your mind began racing again—the memories of the night flooding back. Cleo’s deceit. Your friends, slipping away, shadows of who you thought they were. The aching realization that everything felt shattered echoed within you, heavier than the physical agony coursing through your body.

Moments blurred, and finally, you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing toward you, and the brilliance of flashing lights filtered through your eyelids. Voices called out commands, focusing on you, on the situation—compelling your body to hold on. You felt hands pressing on your injuries, and the sharp sting of antiseptic invaded your senses, pulling you even further away from reality, yet somehow tethering you back to life.

“Stay with us, keep your eyes on me!” a paramedic shouted, their voice filled with authority. You wanted to fight, to resist the creeping darkness at the edges of your vision, but exhaustion surged like a tide, washing over you.

The darkness threatened to pull you under, but you clung to that bright light, willing yourself to stay awake, to survive. In the last moments of consciousness, as the world faded into shades of gray, you whispered a promise to yourself: that you would emerge from this stronger, more resilient, no longer defined by betrayal or despair. And as the paramedics lifted your body onto the stretcher, their voices fading into a blend of urgency and reassurance, you held onto that promise, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Bright white lights overhead blurred your vision as you drifted in and out of consciousness, each blink feeling like a battle. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, more potent than the pain that radiated through your body. It was then you felt a warmth enveloping your fingers, and slowly, reality crystallized around you.

As your gaze sharpened, you saw their faces—the guys—Puffer, Pezzy, Droid, and Grizzy, huddled around your hospital bed like sentinels guarding your recovery. Their expressions, twisted with concern, morphed into a painful reminder of the chaos that had unfolded only days before. Each of them wore an aura of defeat, as though a vital piece of themselves had been stripped away alongside your accident.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught like thorns, tearing against the rawness of your throat. Instead, you watched as Puffer, the most boisterous among them, gulped back emotion. He had always been your rock, the one who laughed the loudest and kept spirits high. His shoulders sagged now, the laughter seemingly lost in the void of worry.

“Hey, you’re back,” he finally breathed, a strained smile attempting to rescue the moment, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

“How… how long?” you managed to croak, wincing as your voice strained. Your body felt like it was wrapped in a cloak of lead; every inch throbbed painfully, a cruel symphony reminding you of the night that had shattered everything.

“Three days,” Pezzy chimed in softly, his usual enthusiasm replaced with a somber tone. “We were terrified… We thought…” His words lingered in the air, cut off by Grizzy, who placed a hand on Pezzy’s shoulder, grounding him.

Droid, always the level-headed one, stepped forward, his eyes glistening with unspoken worry. “You scared the hell out of us. We didn’t know what had happened when Cleo called. You just disappeared after that fight.”

Cleo’s name twisted a knife in your heart, reminding you of the betrayal and confusion you had endured.

A cold wave of fury washed over you, the warmth of their concern feeling more like a shroud than a comfort. Cleo’s name echoed in your mind like a death knell, making the memory of the betrayal swell like a tidal wave ready to swallow you whole. Every laugh shared, every secret whispered—they all felt tainted now when contrasted with the suffocating weight of her betrayal.

You shifted on the bed, your expression hardening, and pushed the familiar warmth of their collective concern away. “I don’t want you here,” you snapped, the words sharp and jagged as they tore through the air.

Puffer’s smile faltered, replaced by confusion, while Pezzy looked taken aback, his brow furrowing in disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked, voice trembling with hurt.

Droid took a step back, his eyes widening, but your gaze remained unwavering. “You don’t get it, do you?” you shot back, words spilling out in a hot rush. “You all just stood there while she twisted everything. You took her side without even listening to me!”

“Look,” Puffer began, his voice raw but soft, “we didn’t know what was happening. We thought you needed space, and then—”

“Space?” You interrupted, your throat burning with frustration. “Space didn’t put me in a hospital bed! Space didn’t stop you from being there when I needed you most! You choose to believe her lies over my truth!”

The tension crackled in the air like a storm about to break loose. Grizzy, usually the peacemaker, looked like he was holding himself together by sheer willpower. Grizzy stiffened, his expression morphing from concern to something resembling hurt. “We didn’t know everything that happened! Cleo didn’t say—”

“Exactly!” You interrupted, your voice rising like a storm. “You didn’t ask. You just believed her lies!” The room felt oppressive, filled with the tension you had created.

The guys exchanged glances, faces drawn tight with confusion and remorse. You could see the shock settling in their eyes, as if your anger was a foreign language they didn’t understand. But no amount of pity or concern would mitigate the feeling of despair that now festered within your spirit.

“You think you know me, but you were quick to forget everything we’ve been through,” you continued, your heart racing, a mixture of desperation and despair spilling out. “You don’t get to act like you care now. You left me alone when I needed you most!”

The silence that followed was deafening. The weight of your words lingered in the air, an unbroken circle of pain, drifting between you and the friends who had always stood by your side. You turned your gaze toward the stark white ceiling, trying to contain the torrent of emotions that threatened to overflow. The vulnerability that had urged you to open up gave way to a wall of anger—an armor around the rawness of betrayal.

Finally, Droid spoke, his voice steady despite the crack that lay beneath. “We came to see you because we love you. We didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry if…if you felt we abandoned you. That was never our intention.”

Your heart twisted at his words, the sincerity evident in his voice, but the anger wouldn’t relent. How could they not see? How could they remain oblivious to the betrayal that had blindsided you? You felt small again, trapped in the shadows of what once was, and that fear morphed into resentment.

“Love?” you scoffed, bitterness staining your voice. “You don’t love someone if you abandon them. If you take a side without hearing both stories.”

Puffer, looking crestfallen, finally spoke up softly. “It isn’t that simple. We were scared, and yeah, we may have listened to the wrong person. We’re sorry, but we’re still here now…can’t you see that?”

Their concern, now swirling with their guilt, felt suffocating rather than comforting. “I don’t want your pity. You should leave,” you replied flatly, determination crystallizing into a cold resolve. You didn’t want to hear their empty reassurances or their apologies. You were done with the world feeling so small and confined.

“Is this really what you want?” Grizzy asked quietly, the pain evident in his eyes, a stark contrast to your hardened exterior.

You remained silent, refusing to give them an answer. Your heart ached, not just from the physical agony that coursed through your body but from the wreckage of your friendships—the very foundation you had once turned to for solace. You wanted to shove them away, to protect what little dignity you felt you had left, rather than delving into complicated emotions you weren’t ready to face.

Finally, Droid broke the silence, looking more deflated than ever. “We’ll give you space,” he said softly. “But we’ll be right outside. Just…know that we care. And if you need us…we’ll be waiting.”

As they slowly left, the door clicking shut felt like a thunderous echo in the silence that followed. A weight lifted, but in its place lay an uncomfortable silence—a void that only reinforced the fracture in your heart. With the door quietly closing, you let out a shaky breath, the anger fluttering out like a deflated balloon, leaving only raw disappointment in its wake. You were alone now, a sense of relief washing over you, dulled only by the pain radiating from your broken body. You let the tears flow freely as you lay back against the pillow, the weight of it all crashing down.

The quiet settled around you, draping the room in a thick layer of solitude. The beeping of the machines felt louder now, mocking your aching heart with their relentless monotony. You were left alone, the echoes of their voices fading like distant memories lost to the winds of time. The anger, once a fiercely burning flame, now felt like embers—smoldering and bitter, feeding on your disappointment.

With a heavy heart, you turned your head to gaze out the small window across the room. The world outside felt alive and vibrant, a stark contrast to the suffocating stillness inside. People walked hurriedly down the hospital corridor, their silhouettes blurring together in a mosaic of ordinary life, while you were trapped in this box, both physically and emotionally.

Memories flickered through your mind like scenes in a disjointed film reel: the laughter, the adventures, the moments that once stitched you together in friendship. But between those happier images lay the knife of betrayal. Cleo’s laughter rang in your ears, intertwined with the memories of your friends standing by her side, leaving you alone to drown in confusion and pain.

Feeling the weight of that betrayal crushing down on you, a new emotion crept in—sadness. It burrowed deep within your chest, a thick fog swallowing your thoughts. You had spent your whole life building connections, trust, and a life with those who mattered most to you, and now it felt as if everything had disintegrated in an instant.

“Why?” you whispered into the stillness, your voice barely recognizable to your own ears. “Why didn’t they believe me?”

You turned your attention to the stark white walls, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow that illuminated the shadows of your heart. In that moment, you wished you could escape this bed, this room, this life where nothing felt right anymore. But reality was a chain wrapped around you, and fighting against it demanded strength you weren’t sure you possessed.

Gazing at the IV drip hanging beside you, you felt as if every drop of medication was a reminder of your vulnerability, a stark reminder of how fragile everything had become. It was hard to accept that the people you once trusted so freely now felt like strangers—people who had been complicit in your feelings of abandonment. The hurt was deep, but it also made you question: What kind of friend had you been to them in the chaos?

The question hung in the air like thick fog, obscuring the clarity you craved. What kind of friend had you been? You had poured your heart into those relationships, trusted them with your secrets, your fears, your hopes. Yet, in that moment of agony, with the memories of laughter now muted by shadows, you wondered if perhaps you had taken more than you had given.

As the IV drip continued its rhythmic beeping, you recalled the times you had chosen your battles poorly, the moments when you had clung to your own struggles rather than reaching out to support those who shared your journey. Had you been so engrossed in your own pain that you had neglected theirs? It was easy to turn inward, to focus on the hurt that had been inflicted upon you, but now you felt the thorn of self-doubt digging in. The familiar faces that frowned and looked away in those final moments—had you seen their anguish?

“Why did I even bother?” you mumbled to yourself, the bitterness pooling in your throat. “Why didn’t I see this coming?” You closed your eyes against the dampness, conjuring images of happier moments, only to watch them dissolve into shadows that whispered reminders of your failures. Was it my fault? Did I push them away? Should I have fought harder to hold onto them?

In your heart, a sinister voice crept in, soft yet insistent: Maybe you are the problem. If you weren’t so broken, they wouldn’t have left you behind. Each thought carved deeper, igniting a feeling of worthlessness you tried so desperately to escape.

The pain from your injuries was relentless, pulsating in time with the heavy weight of despair that now sat on your chest. But what was worse than the physical pain was the emotional ache that left you feeling exposed and raw. As you lay there, wrestling with the remnants of anger, it transformed into something darker—self-loathing.

A fleeting thought whispered in the back of your mind: What if it was easier to just disappear? What if the world would be better off without your burdens? Each pulse of pain felt like an affirmation of that thought, a cruel reminder of the weight you carried—the judgments, the whispers of inadequacy that hung in the corners of your mind.

What would it take to find relief? You pictured the momentary numbness that could drown everything out; your inner turmoil quieted through the pain—and you could do it, couldn’t you? Just a slip of something sharp, a momentary escape from the cacophony of despair.

But as those thoughts danced in the shadows, a flicker of something else broke through, fighting to surface—the promise you had made to yourself. You’d vowed you wouldn’t be defined by this; you wanted to emerge stronger, blossoming from the ashes of your pain.

You swallowed hard, tears still pooling at the edges of your vision. It would have been so easy to lean into that dark voice, to let it take control, but deep down, fear began to anchor you. Fear of the unknown, fear of what lies beyond those fleeting moments of numbness.

In that moment, as the pain pulsed through your torso and the shadows loomed on the edges of your mind.

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.

Rainy Music

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

TW: established relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drunk Pezzy

Summary: A small blurb from Pezzy being drunk...

TW: Drunk people, Drunk actions, alcohol, cursing, established relationship.

“I’m done, no more drinkies for me.” Droid hiccup while sitting on Pezzy’s bed, Puffer and Grizzy chuckled at him.

Puffer and Grizzy were at his desk, Grizzy was sitting in his chair while puffer was standing on his right side with the mouse in his hand.

“Are there speakers on this Pezzy?” Puffer inquired while looking in his settings for something {idr someone lmk}.

Droid got up with the alcohol in his right hand laughing at Pezzy stumbling to lean on the bathroom door/wall to the bathroom. Once he got his bearings somewhat straight, he put his right hand on the door knob and twisted it open. Pezzy didn’t have full control of his body, as he opened the door he fell right with the door. Gravity took control and made him hit the floor, Droid got the door, Grizzy popped up from the chair, as Puffer moved quickly to check on him as if they didn't have a single drink. 

“Oh my god, what the fuck?” Droid stated due to Pezzy falling

“Hey Bella, you might wanna come in here!” Puffer called for his girlfriend 

~

Knock, knock.

“Hey, is the camera on?” I asked timidly while the door cracked open a little bit.

“Yeah, we can block you from it.” Droid suggested.

“Okay I’m coming in, and tell me what happened to his stupid ass i didn't catch it on stream.” I commented walking in wearing my fuzzy lavender shorts and cardigan with my white cropped tank top with my slippers on meeting Droid at the door, so he can body block the camera on his left.

“He fell on his ass, lost his balance while opening the door.” Puffer explained shortly as Droid walked me to the bathroom, shaking my head at him.

I got on my knees, to check on his head and his wrist, no scrapes, no blood, and thankfully no broken bones.

“Hi baby, did you have a little bit too much to drink?” I teasingly asked Pezzy.

“Mmmm maybe babe.” He slurred with a small chuckle while shaking his head yes. 

“Alrighty, well you aren’t bleeding and have no broken bones so you are good, just drunk. I’ll let you get back with the boys, okay?” I smiled  while holding eye contact.

“Okay babe, i'll call ya back when the stream ends.” He replied .

I got back up to my feet, holding my hand out to him to help him out of the bathroom but, Grizzy came in and picked him up so i wouldn't have too. I laughed a little bit too hard seeing him being basically princess carried out of the bathroom. Droid and Puffer body blocked the camera for me to leave the room without my face being shown to camera for long. I went back down the stairs to resume baking all types of sweets that the boys will appreciate, this time I will pay attention to his stream, a little bit more attentively. 

“What, y’all saw my girlfriend? Isn't she the sweetest and prettiest?” He asked the chat I shook my head in a lovingly manner.

“Hi chat :) <3”