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Vibe Haven

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

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

Inspired by: Move Ya Body by Nina Sky ft Jabba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heeey, so the other day I saw an edit of droid and pezzy on TikTok, it was just them in the clooless couch and it inspired an idea. Imagine a clooless podcast episode where reader is the invited guest and because it's her birthday they're drinking and playing the typical drinking games and as they get drunker throughout the entire episode droid and pezzy are BOTH flirting with her shamelessly, the more drunk the bolder they get, and reader is all shy about it at first but then as the alcohol kicks in she starts to flirt too and idk how to end it tho, maybe puffer and grizzy look at each other, laugh and just end it, idk, but yeah :), I can send you the link to the edit if you want btw

Birthday Podcast

Summary: The "Clooless Podcast" hosts, Droid and Pezzy, introduce the podcast with excitement. They introduce a special guest celebrating her birthday, the fabulous ___. They kick off the episode with a toast, and they raise their glasses filled with colorful cocktails. As the episode progresses, laughter fills the room, so does some flirting.

TW: Alcohol consumption, flirting

Intro music fades in, a light-hearted, upbeat melody fills the air. The voices of Droid and Pezzy, two out of the four charismatic hosts, introduce the podcast with excitement.

“Welcome back, everyone, to another episode of the “Clooless Podcast!" Today, we have a very special guest celebrating her birthday – the fabulous ___!” Droid exclaims, waving his hands around me in a dramatic way.

“That’s right! Happy birthday, ___! We’re so excited to have you here. What do you say we kick this thing off with a toast?” Puffer pops in and pops my alcohol bottle open. 

We raise their glasses, filled with colorful cocktails, and clink them together.

“Cheers, guys! Thanks for having me!” I took a shot of tequila chasing it down with some pineapple juice. 

As the episode progresses, laughter fills the room, and the podcast launches into the first drinking game: "Never Have I Ever."

“Alright, I’ll start! Never have I ever... kissed someone on a first date!” Grizzy thought hard to ask that question

Both Pezzy and I take a sip, while Droid smirks.

“Oh really, ___? You’ve been on some adventurous first dates, haven’t you?” Pezzy teased with a smirk and his eyebrow raised. 

“Um, maybe? I guess I like to live a little dangerously!” I giggled and started blushing like a teenager with a major crush, due to the alcohol.

As the drinks keep flowing, the atmosphere grows more relaxed. Droid and Pezzy start playfully flirting.

“You know, ___, with all that daring behavior, I bet you’re the kind of girl who drives boys crazy!” Droid whispered, but not really, into my ear as he wrapped his arm around me, to pull me closer.

“Or maybe just the two guys sitting right here!” Pezzy blurted out with confidence of someone who has no consequences. 

I am initially shy away, to take a sip and feel the warmth of the alcohol emboldening my body. I glanced over at Pezzy with a teasing smile.

“Well, maybe you two are just too easy to flirt with!” I dished right back at him with a wink.

The guys chuckle, leaning closer, enjoying the game and the flirtation.

“Oh, we can step it up! How about we play another round? Let’s call it "Two Truths and a Lie." I bet ___ can stump us!” Droid proclaims as he readjust his jeans and belt. 

More drinks are poured, and the game continues. The room fills with stories and laughter as the lines blur between banter and genuine interest.

“So, ___, what’s your biggest turn-on? I need to know how to win that birthday favor!” Pezzy ask non-suspiciously while holding eye contact with me. 

I leaned in, a spark of confidence igniting within me as I answered.

“Well, I must say a good sense of humor is definitely at the top of my list… and a bit of charm doesn’t hurt either. Oh, and a bike.” I shrugged, throwing them both slightly under the bus in front of the camera.

Droid raises an eyebrow, moving into the playful challenge. “Oh, charm? Is that what you think you’re seeing right now?”

They all burst into laughter, the alcohol adding to the spirited energy in the air. The episode continues with light-hearted banter and flirtation, the playful tension growing.

As the clock ticks on, the humor and drinks escalate, but so does the camaraderie and connection between everyone. Droid and Pezzy are unabashedly complimenting ___, their teasing growing bolder.

“Honestly, ___, I think we should make this a regular thing! Just the three of us.” Pezzy said forgetting about Puffer and Grizzy.

“ Nah, their reactions make it the best thing,” Droid said motion between Puffer and Grizzy,  “And maybe next time, we should add in some karaoke. I hear alcohol makes even the worst singers sound good!”

As they exchange drunken anecdotes and connect over common interests, glances exchanged between Droid and Pezzy signify a growing bond of friendship paired with cheeky rivalry. 

Just then, Puffer and Grizzy, the other podcast hosts, get out of their chairs as the atmosphere of fun and flirty tension peaks.

Puffer looks at Grizzy, sharing an amused glance.

“Wow, it appears we’ve walked into a love fest! “ Puffer teased as he walked over to the laptop getup on a desk behind the camera. 

“Should we kick 'em out, or just let the magic happen?” Grizzy laughed along with Puffer.

The two laugh, and the room fills with warmth as the camaraderie of friendship solidifies in a blend of shyness, charm, and drunken confessions. Droid and Pezzy can’t help but angle closer to ___, who now joins in the playful banter, her confidence soaring.

With a wink and laughter, Puffer raises his glass again. “To good friends and great memories! Let’s wrap this birthday episode up, folks!”

Grizzy nods and wraps it up cheerfully as they all clink glasses one last time, a signal of continued fun to come in another episode.

Outro music plays as the laughter fades, leaving behind the echoes of a night well spent and the promise of future adventures and even bolder exploits.

The screen fades to black, ending the "Birthday Shenanigans" episode on a high note.

Clooless Comfort

Summary: There lived a group of friends who shared not just a space but their lives, hopes, and dreams. Among them was you—someone who was once vibrant and full of laughter but had slowly retreated into the shadows of your own mind. Invisible barriers had formed around your heart, a self-made fortress cloaked in silence. (Trying something new)

TW: Cancer mentioned (not you), platonic relationships, angst, depression, comfort, stress.

For months, I had felt the weight of the world pressing down on my body. Each day became a monotonous blur of work and solitude. Friends become mere echoes in the background as I drift deeper into my room, isolating myself from their concern and companionship. I had perfected the art of smiling on the outside while wilting on the inside.

One dreary evening, as rain drummed steadily against the windows, my friends gathered in the living room—a bright corner of the house that seemed miles away from where you hid. They laughed, shared stories, and poured themselves into supportive banter, but in a moment of vulnerability, Puffer’s voice cut through the laughter. 

"She's cracking. She hides it well, but she's one bad day away from a full breakdown," he said, concern etched in his tone.

A chill ran through my spine, a mixture of guilt and fear. I wasn't trying to crack up; I just wanted to figure things out. But the way he articulated my struggle felt like a spotlight, and the shadows of the stairwell felt suffocating. 

"Goddammit. None of us can afford that right now," ElasticDroid chimed in. His deep, rumbling voice carried weight, and my heart sank as Pezzy and Grizzy nodded in agreement. The anxiety in their voices was palpable.

Hearing their unease, I instinctively reacted—not by reaching out, but by retreating into my sanctuary. I calmly walked to your room, but as my door clicked shut behind me, I could hear Pezzy's footsteps growing louder, determined to bridge the distance you had erected.

“No, no, no,” I whispered to yourself, panic creeping in as I dashed for my bed, hoping to disappear under its heavy blankets. I buried myself in the covers, my heart pounding. I Didn't want them to see me like this; I really didn’t want to become a burden.

But there’s an old saying momma used to say: "You can’t fight the storm, but you can learn how to dance in the rain." As I lay there, an unexpected thought crossed your mind. What if I didn’t have to fight alone? What if I let them in, just a little bit? What if I just listen to momma once last time? The fleeting warmth of possibility flutters in your chest.

Meanwhile, Pezzy, full of determination, knocked softly on your door. "Hey… are you okay in there?" His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to my inner turmoil. It was an invitation—one that could either lead to more walls being built or a shared burden becoming lighter.

At that moment, I had a choice but chose it quickly. I could open the door and let them in... or remain bound to the silence. Taking a shaky breath, I emerged from your cocoon of comfort, feeling the cool air brush against my skin.

I Stood by the door for a moment, then turned the knob, swinging it open slowly. Pezzy’s eyes widened, concern lingering, but there was warmth to—a promise that no journey was meant to be taken alone.

“Hey,” you said softly, vulnerability spilling into the space between you. “Can we talk?”

One by one, my friends came closer, filling my room with their presence. No longer just shadows on the wall, they were bright lights guiding me back home.

Pezzy, his brow furrowed with compassion, stepped forward first. “Of course we can talk. That’s what we’re here for.” He leaned against the doorframe, a comforting pillar of support, his smile warm and encouraging. 

Grizzy shuffled in behind him, a little uncertain but eager to help. “We’ve all been worried, you know? We miss you. It’s not the same when you’re not around.” His voice was gentle, but the sincerity in his eyes cut through the tension that had settled in your space.

Puffer glanced at the remnants of your cluttered room—discarded clothes, unmade bed, and scattered notebooks—before turning to you with a reassuring nod. “No judgment here. We all have our things. We’re just glad you’re ready to talk.”

Droid, usually the jokester, stood back, hands shoved in his pockets. His expressive eyes conveyed a seriousness that made the air almost tangible. “We’re a team, right? You don’t have to carry anything alone. Just let us in.”

I took a deep breath, the atmosphere buzzing with unspoken support. “I didn’t want to burden you. I thought I could handle it,” I finally admitted, my voice wavering. “But it’s been hard… really hard.”

“Life gets heavy sometimes. We’re here for the good and the bad,” Pezzy replied softly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

I felt the tears prick my eyes as the weight of their understanding washed over me. It was strange to feel so fragile yet so supported at the same time. “I just… I don’t know how to start.”

“Start anywhere,” ElasticDroid encouraged, gesturing exaggeratedly as if inviting you to choose your own adventure. “Share a thought, a feeling, or even just what kind of snacks you want. Just let it out.”

“Momma is back in the hospital, her cancer got worse, her medical bills are piling up, I just don't know how to handle this anymore.” I broke down in tears, sobbing my heart out. The words spilled out like a river, each one heavy with the weight of your unspoken anguish. You felt the dam break, emotions rushing forth in a torrent that had been carefully bottled up for too long. The room around you seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with compassion as your friends leaned closer, their eyes wide with concern and empathy.

Pezzy was the first to act, jumping off the bed and enveloping you in a comforting embrace. “Oh no… I’m so sorry,” he murmured into your hair, his voice soft like the gentle rustle of leaves. His warmth seeped into you, a lifeline in your despair.

Grizzy was soon by your side, placing a hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles as you let your sobs echo in the room. “You don’t have to carry this alone,” he said, his voice steady and kind.

“Yeah, we’re here for you. We’ll figure it out together,” ElasticDroid chimed in, his eyes a mix of concern and determination. “What can we do to help?”

As the tears fell, I felt the storm of emotions begin to settle, grounding me in their combined support. “I just feel so lost,” I choked between sobs, catching fragments of breath. “Momma is my rock, and now… I can't even be there for her like I want. I’m terrified.”

Droid, had shifted from levity to sincerity. “It’s okay to feel scared. You’re facing something unimaginable. But remember, you don’t have to tackle it all at once. Take it one step at a time. We can help you figure out what you need to do.”

With each shared sentiment, I felt the isolation that had enveloped my heart beginning to thaw. It was as if they were casting aside the fog, allowing in the light of support and understanding. I took a moment to breathe, trying to collect my scattered thoughts, knowing that there was strength in vulnerability.

“What if we work together to help with the bills? We could organize a fundraiser or pitch in ourselves,” Grizzy suggested, his brown eyes earnest and hopeful. “We all stream, we could have a game night fundraiser—anything to raise some money.”

“I can help with the online part,” ElasticDroid added eagerly, already brainstorming how to leverage social media to support you. “We can get the word out about your mom, her story… people can be surprisingly generous.”

“You’re not alone in this, okay?” Pezzy reiterated, his thumb gently wiping away the tears from my cheek. “You have a whole team behind you. We’ll figure out the logistics together.”

As I listened to their ideas, a sliver of hope began to pierce through the heaviness in my heart. I realized how fortunate I was to have friends who genuinely cared, who wanted to fight alongside me instead of watching you struggle alone. In that moment, I learned that it wasn’t just about your mom’s illness or the mounting bills; it was about allowing others to show up for you.

“I… I don’t know what I would do without you guys. Thank you for stepping up,” I managed to say, gratitude swelling in your chest. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” ElasticDroid said firmly, shaking his head. “We want to help. Your family, and nobody turns their back on family. That’s not how this works.”

As you took a deep breath, the full reality of your situation began to shift. Yes, the road ahead would be difficult, and the challenges were daunting—but you no longer felt like you were walking it alone. You had your friends, and they had your back.

A Clooless Surpirse Attack

Summary: Enjoying your day off by yourself, that funny

TW: Platonic relationships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SPLAT!

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

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

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

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

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

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