Fav Snack?

Astigmatic

Summary: Happy Birthday/Happy Halloween to BigPuffer, wait what did he say? Is that right? They're vampires......

Tw: HORRORish, clooless!vampires, mind games, cursing, blood mentioned, lmk if i missed anything

FIC inspiration: Vampires- Dominic Fike

SHOUTOUT TO @candy-girl, she is just perfectly amazing! look at her works too!

I floated up the walkway, my white bodysuit shimmering under the twinkling lights that lined the porch. The door swung open, and a booming voice shouted, "Welcome, Angel!" It was Bigpuffer, the birthday boy himself, beaming with excitement.

As I entered the mansion, I was greeted by his friends, Pezzy, Elasticdriod, and Grizzy. They were all dressed in their kookiest attire, with Pezzy sporting a minion costume with a Dr Suess hat, Elasticdriod wearing a Luigi costume, and Grizzy... well, Grizzy looked like a creepy bear clown with a horrid mask on. 

Bigpuffer approached me, grinning from ear to ear. "Angel, you look stunning! We're so glad you could make it."

I smiled, feeling a little self-conscious about my sparkly bodysuit. "Thank you, Bigpuffer! I wouldn't have missed this for the world."

Elasticdriod sidled up to me, his glowing skeleton suit making him look like a walking specter. "Hey, Angel, we have a special game planned for tonight. Are you ready to play?"

Pezzy howled in the background, "Yeah! It's going to be a killer night!"

Grizzy gave a menacing chuckle, his spider eyes glinting in the dim light.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a thrill of excitement. "What's the game?"

Bigpuffer leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We're going to play... 'Mystery Mansion Mayhem'!"

My heart skipped a beat as the lights flickered and the room fell silent. The game was about to begin, and I had no idea what lay ahead…

Tranium, one of our mutual friends, walked up to me with a face that screamed that I need to run away from this party. “Don't believe what they say, and don't drink the red wine.” His words filled with a drastic warning, he leaned closer but played it off as he was giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek as a greeting. “I only showed up to tell you, Everyone at this party's a vampire. Please be careful with those four.”

I felt a chill run down my spine as I processed Tranium's warning. A vampire party? It sounded like a plot from a horror movie. I tried to brush it off, thinking it was just a silly joke, but the look on Tranium's face told me otherwise.

As he hugged me and kissed my cheek, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was genuinely trying to save me from something. The sudden change in his demeanor from a friendly greeting to a serious warning was unsettling.

I glanced around the room, trying to spot any signs of vampire-like behavior. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, laughing and chatting, but I noticed that they all seemed... pale. And their eyes seemed to be gleaming in the dim light.

I turned back to Tranium, my voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean, 'don't drink the wine'?"

Tranium leaned in closer, his voice low and urgent. "They're all vampires, Angel. This ain't red wine, We're all food for the bloodsuckers. They've been biting people for months now. Bigpuffer's been using his wealth and influence to cover it up. Please, be careful around them."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at Bigpuffer, Pezzy, Elasticdriod, and Grizzy. They seemed so... normal. But what if Tranium was right? What if they were all vampires, and I was walking into a trap?

I glanced at the red wine that was being passed around the room. "Is that why the party was after dark, they're Moving' up under the moonlight?"

Tranium nodded grimly. "Yes. Don't drink the wine and please Baby, careful inside where you step, you’ll feel the weight of their eyes on your neck."

I felt a surge of fear as I realized that I was trapped in a house with a group of potentially deadly vampires. But what could I do? I was outnumbered and outmatched.

As I stood there, frozen with fear, Bigpuffer's booming voice echoed through the room. "Okay, everyone! Let's get started with the game!"

The room erupted into cheers and applause, and I knew that I had to make a decision quickly.

With my heart racing, I forced myself to take a deep breath, reminding myself that panic wouldn’t help. I had to think clearly if I was going to navigate this Halloween party filled with potential danger. I needed a plan.

As Bigpuffer rubbed his hands together and approached the cake, I whispered to Tranium, “I am go Passin' them on the way down descendin' the stairs.”

Tranium glanced nervously at the crowd. “And the whole room is watching while pretendin' to dance but keep your guard up. Maybe head toward the dining room; there’s a back door that leads to the garden. You can make your escape through there. It was close 'cause I don't know if you stood any chance.”

I nodded, my mind racing. The laughter of the other partygoers filled my ears, growing louder with each passing second. They were ready for this game, and I couldn’t let them realize I was onto their true nature.

When Bigpuffer called out, “Everyone gather around! The first game is ‘Find the Hidden Fang!’” I forced a smile to mask my fear and joined the cluster of party-goers, trying to look enthusiastic while scanning the room for an exit.

As a game began, the atmosphere shifted, each player reaching for hidden items around the room as the challenge commenced. I kept my distance from Pezzy—his minion costume seemed to cloak his predatory instincts—and focused my attention on finding anything that could create a diversion.

Feigning excitement, I darted toward the table, bending down to retrieve the candlestick while the other partygoers continued to search for their 'fangs.' But just as I did, I felt a  way too cold hand on my shoulder.

“Angel, what are you up to?” It was Elasticdriod, his moustache glowing eerily flickering under the faint lights. My breath caught in my throat. 

“Uh, just... checking for, um, hidden treasures!” I stammered, holding up a candlestick like a trophy.

Grizzy, who was now crouched nearby, raised an eyebrow. “You found a candlestick? Careful, dear. You wouldn’t want your hand to slip. We wouldn’t want to have an accident at Bigpuffer’s birthday party, now would we?”

Their smirks sent shudders through my spine, and I felt like prey cornered by hunters. Just as I was about to panic, I remembered Tranium’s warning and what he said about feeling the weight of their eyes. I had to act before they closed in and realized that I had no intention of joining in on the fun.

“I think I hear someone calling my name outside,” I exclaimed suddenly, putting down  the candlestick. “I should check it out!” 

I turned on my heel and dashed toward the back of the mansion. The parties shouted and laughed, distracted by my unexpected announcement as I pushed through the crowd, hoping my ruse bought me just enough time to escape. 

But as I reached the door, I felt eyes on my back—a cold gaze that sent shivers down my spine. I dared not look back, yet every fiber of my being told me I was being watched. The game was just beginning, but I was determined to stay one step ahead.

“Were you feelin' left out?” A voice announced their presence, it was Pezzy. He walked up behind me as I was thinking out loud. “Take me back when I'm feelin' stressed out, 'Cause it's nearin' that time.” I really wished I just stayed at home, stressing if i should have gone or not, i really shouldn’t have come. 

“Hey Angel! Long time no see.” Suda walks up to me with his arms wide open with that knowing look, thankfully Pezzy couldn't see the relief that washed over my panicked expression. As he went in for a long hug like siblings being reunited after a couple years. “I only showed up to tell you, Everyone at this party's a vampire, That ain't red wine.” He chanted the same mantra in my ear as Tranium did earlier in the night. 

My heart raced again, and I clenched my hand harder as Suda’s warm embrace provided a momentary sense of comfort. But with Pezzy so close, I knew I couldn’t let my guard down. I pulled back, forcing a smile that felt brittle on my lips. I wanted nothing more than to bolt out of the door, but my instincts warned me against making any sudden movements.

“Great to see you, Suda!” I said, though my voice wavered. “You always know how to make a dramatic entrance.”

Pezzy squinted suspiciously, his sharp features catching the low light. “What were you guys whispering about? Planning some escape, Angel?”

Before I could stammer out a response, Suda stepped right in, his demeanor shifting to smoothly deflect. “Oh, just catching up on old times! You know how it is. But you! You were always Movin' up under the moonlight!” He flashed a playful grin, attempting to steer the conversation away from my panic.

“Yeah, you were the great escape artist back then!” Pezzy chuckled, his fangs just visible beneath his smile, making me clench my hand around Suda’s arm.

As they continued to engage in playful banter, my mind raced. I knew I had to act, to either convince them to give me space or find my escape before the game became too dangerous. Images of previous parties flooded my mind: the laughter, the food, the drinks—unbeknownst to me, knitted within were the threads of deception.

“Hey! Why don't we all go outside? Get some fresh air?” I proposed, trying to sound nonchalant.

Suda nodded, looking genuinely curious. “Sure! Sounds like a great idea!” “They can tell that your mind is a mess” Suda said in a very low whisper that I picked up on, and no one else did. 

But before I could take even a step toward the exit, Bigpuffer’s voice boomed from behind us, interrupting. “What’s this? A secret rendezvous without the group? We can't have that! Come on, everyone, the game is about to take a new twist!”

I felt a tension creep over the room; Pezzy shrugged, tossing a grin my way. “Looks like the night is just getting started!”

The partygoers cheered, the rhythm catching the energy around us, but my gut twisted. Here I was—a player in their deadly game, and this was only the beginning. The stakes were real and rising as the implications of their supernatural thirst loomed over the evening.

I met Suda’s gaze, and he seemed to sense my anxiety. “Just stay close,” he whispered, an assurance amidst the chaos.

Before I could respond, we were ushered back toward the central lounge area, the circle of guests now intertwined in their game, excitement usurping any remaining privacy. The tension in the air was palpable.

“Welcome to ‘Vampire Feud!’” Bigpuffer announced, revealing a deck of cards with symbols I couldn’t make out. “In this game, your wit will decide your fate tonight, but remember: trust is as thin as a whisper in the night.”

I pulled Suda closer. "Do you really think these people are vampires? I mean, is it true?" I couldn't help but sound desperate.

Suda leaned in and whispered, "Angel, just play along. If they're really vampires, it gives us time to figure out a way to beat them at their own game. Just stay alert."

Bigpuffer began explaining the rules, now an unexpected weapon in this night of horror. Each round eliminated a player, leaving them vulnerable to picking off the stragglers. As I stood there waiting for my turn, I felt a thrill of dread mixed with empowerment. They believed I was as oblivious as I'd been when I walked in. “And there's no sign, the party vanished into thin air.” I whispered wanting to use extra bodies as a way to blend in.

"Exactly," Suda replied, his voice low and conspiratorial. "If the party vanishes, that means fewer eyes on us. We can become shadows among them. But we have to be careful."

Bigpuffer’s deep voice reverberated through the room as he elaborated on the rules of Vampire Feud. “Each round will test your wits. After each round, the player with the worst performance will be eliminated. And don’t think you can figure this out alone—working together could keep you safe… or get you burned.” His laughter echoed ominously, sending a fresh wave of unease washing over me.

As he spoke, I scanned the make-shift arena—the dimly lit lounge was filled with candles that flickered like real flames, casting dancing shadows that warped the faces of the players nearby. Pezzy was across the way, leaning against the wall, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was more wolf than man tonight—a perfect disguise for a game where danger lurked behind every laugh.

“Listen, Angel,” Suda said, nudging me gently, “if we stick together, we have a better chance of figuring this out. Just remember the signs—the game is all about deceit. They love misdirection.”

My heart raced as I glanced toward Bigpuffer, who was now handing out decks of strange, ornate cards that glimmered in the candlelight. Each card seemed to pulse, as if imbued with some hidden energy. “When your name is called, draw a card, and answer the question it holds. Get it right, and you’re safe. Get it wrong, and… well, let’s just say it’s better to be left out than to face the consequences!” His laughter boomed again, chilling and infectious.

I felt a jolt of adrenaline. “What kind of questions?” I asked Suda, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Just watch,” he said, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes. “This is where their arrogance might be their downfall. If we can turn their games against them, we might just survive the night.”

When my turn finally came, I felt the moment stretch indefinitely. All eyes turned to me, the room a chorus of gasps, laughter, and murmurs. I approached Bigpuffer, feeling as if I were walking down a tightrope high above a pit of snakes.

He smirked, handing me a card that shimmered darkly as I grasped it. “Let’s see if you’re as clever as you look, Angel! The question for you is… ‘What binds the soul to the body before the bite?’”

I froze, my mind racing. What would a vampire want to hear? It had to be something both clever and unsettling. I could feel the weight of their gazes, each one a sharpened point of focus, assessing me. “M-magic?” I stuttered, the simplest answer coming out like an unsteady breath.

Bigpuffer’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Incorrect! The answer we seek is fear. It’s what allows us to enter your minds, Angel!”

A murmur rose from the crowd, and I gulped, feeling the shift in energy. I hadn’t been quick enough. Would this decision lead to my doom? 

Through the fog of my panic, I felt Suda leaning in again. “Stay cool—play the next round by instinct. Get ready to blend in when it’s over; wait for your moment.”

With a flick of Bigpuffer's wrist, the next challenge began. Each player was called, the tension rising like a dark storm. Questions flung like knives, their answers designed to test knowledge of the supernatural, presenting an edge of horror wrapped in trivia.

The next player was pulled into the spotlight—a nervous girl with wide eyes. “What ancient artifact grants access to the shadows?” she faltered, and when her answer came out too weak, she was immediately marked.

“Out! Nowhere to hide from us!” Bigpuffer declared, while the other guests cheered, their enthusiasm almost bloodthirsty.

Realizing this was not just a game—I needed an escape plan, and fast.

“Angel, now!” Suda whispered urgently as my turn approached once more. “Blend in with the others. We need to wait for the right moment when the real fun begins. Use the chaos.”

As I drew closer to my next question, I took in what I could remember from Tranium’s warnings about the true nature of vampires. It was in the stories and the knowledge that I could uncover something—anything—that could keep me from disappearing into the night alongside the others.

“And if I become one of them?” I murmured, feeling the pull of dread once more. “I need to know how this is played out…”

Just then, Pezzy shot me a knowing glance, the corner of his mouth quaking up in a way that sent chills down my spine. I turned away, ready to play their game and perhaps even turn the tide, transforming from prey to predator. In this dance under the moonlight, the time for hiding was over; the game would soon take a thrilling twist. “Just like a ghost town, your best friends weren't even there.” Pezzy mouthed to me, I looked around and I never saw Tranium or Suda anymore; they weren’t even on the side lines. 

Panic washed over me like a freezing tide. My heart raced, the thudding in my chest almost deafening against the backdrop of laughter and shadows. Pezzy’s words hung in the air, thick with ominous overtones, and that knowing glint in his eyes hinted at what I’d feared all along: isolation. 

“Where are they?!” I hissed, desperation tightening my voice. But Pezzy merely shrugged, dropping his gaze to the floor with a mock nonchalance that made my skin crawl. 

The room spun, filled with swirling laughter, flickering candlelight, and faces that reeked of deceit. I hadn’t noticed until now how some of the other players had grown quiet, their eyes glimmering in the muted light, like predators waiting for their strike. Panic stirred deeper within. I needed to keep it together. 

“Staying present in a ghost town can play tricks on your mind,” Pezzy whispered just loud enough for me to hear. “Just remember: only the strongest survive.”

My instinct kicked in. I was alone, but I wouldn’t show fear. This was still a game, and I had to play it like chess on a battlefield. Maybe Tranium and Suda were out hiding, playing their own dangerous strategy, and I could find a way to join them. 

Bigpuffer’s laughter boomed in the distance, pulling my attention back. “Next player up!” he called out, and I forced my eyes to the stage where a nervous girl trembled under the scrutiny of the audience. Worry knotted in my stomach—would she be the next to vanish? 

“Now,” Bigpuffer said, flashing a sinister grin, “let’s see what you can do. The question is simple: ‘What is the color of dawn in a vampire’s world?’”

The girl hesitated, glancing around as if she might find the answers hidden in the faces of her peers. “Uh… red?” she finally stammered. 

“Incorrect. The answer is black, for that is when we thrive,” Bigpuffer exclaimed. A smirk stretched across his face as the girl clutched her chest, eyes wide, but it was too late. His hand shot out like quicksilver, and in a matter of seconds, he marked her as eliminated.

I recoiled, the room seeming to close in around me. One more lost, one more gone. Who would be next?

As the currents of excitement surged through the remaining players, I took a breath, trying to blend into the chaos, eyes roaming the room. Where were Tranium and Suda? I had to focus. I needed information on how to get out, and fast. 

“Angel!” Pezzy snapped, jarring me from my thoughts. “Your turn is coming up. Play it smart. And don’t forget: trust no one.” 

He moved back, revealing the dim lights where shadows danced in a sinister waltz. The ghost town metaphor struck deep; it was vital in this atmosphere to keep my mind focused, lest I lose my footing in the weight of speculation. But I heard him whisper one thing I heard already twice tonight, “I only showed up to tell you, Everyone at this party's a vampire.” Pezzy was mocking us. He knew, and he wanted me to know.

My beating heart stopped and sank down to the ground I was standing on. How in the hell did Pezzy know what Trainium and Suda said to me when they both greeted me? No one heard what they said to me, or so I thought. Can I even trust Trainium or Suda?

Sudden dread washed over me, mingling with the adrenaline that had been surging through my veins. Pezzy’s smirk twisted like a blade in my gut, a blend of mockery and something more profound—knowledge. How much did he know? 

My thoughts tangled in a frantic whirlpool. Tranium and Suda had whispered warnings, but had they indeed been right? Were they part of this game, a hidden agenda lurking behind their words? Pezzy’s laughter rang in the air, drawing the attention of the remaining players as they prepared for the next round. 

“What’s the matter, Angel? Are you beginning to feel a little weight from the truth?” Pezzy’s voice oozed with amusement, yet his eyes held a glint of something sharper. “You’re in a ghost town filled with shadows waiting to consume you. Your friends—you really think they’re on your side?”

The notion sent a cold wave of uncertainty crashing over me. Had I unwittingly walked into a den of vampires, a party layered with deception and insidious motives? Or were they merely trying to protect me? Then it finally dawned upon me, literally everyone is a vampire except me, I was the only one who could feel fear. My blood is what they wanted to feed on, my body was frozen solid. I was played, and played bigtime; they all were working together. 

The realization slammed into me like a freight train; the dance of shadows shifted into a haunting waltz of vulnerability. I stood, frozen, marooned in a sea where I was the sole vessel of humanity, a pulse of warmth against the icy grip of a congregation of vampires. My breath quickened, each inhalation a stark reminder of mortality amidst the echo of otherworldly allure.

Suddenly, the laughter and chatter morphed into a suffocating fog, cocooning me with its sinister embrace. They weren’t here to make friends; they were here for my essence, my life force—my blood. Every smile, every whispered promise felt like thorny tendrils of deceit reaching out to ensnare me. 

Pezzy’s words replayed in my mind, taunting me as they dug into the very marrow of my being: "Everyone at this party's a vampire." He’d known the truth all along, but what did he gain from dragging me into this unnerving game? Was his mocking tone a mask for some deeper malice—or was it a twisted form of camaraderie with a fellow outcast?

My hands trembled, an involuntary response to the rising tide of fear in my gut. I needed to channel that fear into action. Panic could be my downfall if I let it overpower me. I willed my breathing to steady as I cast my gaze across the room, scanning the crowd with newfound wariness.

I needed to extract any information, find any alliances that might help me navigate this labyrinth of deception. Tranium and Suda’s earlier faces flashed in my mind—had they been allies, or were they part of an intricate trap? And what of Pezzy? Was he a potential ally or simply another sharp tooth in this predatory gathering?

“Come on, Angel!” Bigpuffer boomed, breaking through my thoughts. “Don’t keep us in suspense.” He had a charismatic air, but now it felt distinctly predatory, like a wolf urging a lamb to step forward into the fold. 

As I stepped into the circle, forcing my legs to move, my pulse raced like a drum in a chase. I resolved to play their game, to outsmart them at their own dance. I could not let them see my fear. Instead, I would wear it as a cloak—an identity they believed they understood. After all, if I was the only human in this room, then I could also be the only one to see through their veils.

“What’s your question tonight, dear?” Bigpuffer leaned in, a feral grin spreading across his face, his fangs barely hidden by his lips. The atmosphere shifted again, electricity crackling, weaving its way through the air to mine and their charged curiosity.

I met his gaze, my heart racing as I replied, “Are we all dead? Is that really red wine?

Were you feelin' left out?”

The room fell silent, as if the very air had been sucked out, leaving only an unsettling stillness. Bigpuffer's grin faltered, his eyes narrowed into slits as he regarded me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. The others seemed to be holding their collective breath, awaiting his response.

The pause was palpable, heavy with unspoken tension. Then, Bigpuffer's face relaxed, and he let out a low, rumbling chuckle. The sound sent shivers down my spine as he leaned in closer, his fangs glinting in the dim light.

"Ah, Angel, you are a clever one, aren't you?" he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You've managed to cut through the facade and ask the question that's been on everyone's mind, yet too afraid to speak aloud."

He paused, surveying the room with a sweeping glance. The others seemed to be watching him with bated breath, their faces frozen in anticipation.

"As for your question, I'll give you a straight answer," Bigpuffer continued, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Yes, we are all dead, in the classical sense. Our hearts no longer beat, our lungs no longer breathe. But we're not quite... departed, either."

He smiled, revealing the full extent of his fangs. "As for the red wine, well... let's just say it's a bit of a specialty. A certain... vintage, shall we say. One that's been aged to perfection, with a dash of something extra."

The room seemed to vibrate with tension as Bigpuffer's words hung in the air. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I grasped the implications of what he was saying. The "red wine" was likely a euphemism for something far more sinister, something that tied into the mysterious and unsettling atmosphere of the party.

Suddenly, Pezzy spoke up, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Enough games, Bigpuffer. Let's get to the point. We all know why we're here, and it's not for the wine or the company."

The room seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves were closing in. Bigpuffer's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light.

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Pezzy," he purred. "We're not just here for the main course. We're here for the entertainment, the thrill of the hunt. And our dear Angel has just become the star of the show."

As Bigpuffer's words hung in the air, I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine. I was trapped, surrounded by creatures who saw me as nothing more than a plaything, a means to an end. And I knew that I had to think fast, to come up with a plan to survive the night, or risk becoming the main course in their twisted game of survival. But which path is the light or the dark?

The line between light and darkness blurred like a mirage on a scorching desert night. It was a path fraught with danger, where every step forward risked unleashing a maelstrom of uncertainty. As I scanned the room, trying to gauge the intentions of my captors, the shadows seemed to come alive, weaving a dance of deception.

Bigpuffer's words still resonated in my mind: "You, Angel, have become the star of the show." The phrase sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder that I was no longer the audience, but the spectacle itself. The weight of their expectations crushed me, threatening to suffocate me under the pressure of their twisted desires.

In this labyrinth of darkness, I knew that I had to navigate the treacherous terrain, avoiding the pitfalls of their collective psyche. One misstep, one miscalculation, could mean certain doom. And yet, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity, a spark of fascination that ignited my desire to unravel the threads of their twisted game.

A glimmer of light flickered in the distance, beckoning me towards an unknown haven. But was it truly the light, or merely a trap, a cleverly designed snare to ensnare me in their web of deception? Pezzy's words whispered in my mind: "We're not just here for the main course... We're here for entertainment."

Was it possible that there existed a thread of humanity within these creatures, a glimmer of understanding that could bridge the chasm between us? Or was I just chasing a mirage, a fleeting hope that would shatter upon contact with reality?

The darkness seemed to deepen, an impenetrable veil that threatened to consume me whole. And yet, within its depths, I sensed a hidden truth, a secret that only the bravest (or most foolhardy) of souls would dare to pursue.

"Which path is the light?" I mused aloud, my voice barely above a whisper.

Bigpuffer's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolent intent. "Oh, Angel, that's where you're wrong. The light is precisely what you think it is. But be warned: to follow it, you'll have to walk through our darkness."

Pezzy's words cut through the tension, like a cold blade. "We've made our choice. Now it's your turn, Angel. Will you join us, or will you succumb to our... hospitality?"

The room seemed to hold its collective breath, as if awaiting my response. And I, caught in the vortex of their twisted game, realized that I had to make a choice. To step into the darkness, or to forge a path through the shadows, in search of a glimmer of light.

In that moment, I knew that I was no longer just a plaything, but a participant in a macabre dance. The question was: would I become a willing partner, or a reluctant player in their twisted game of survival? The path ahead beckoned, a siren's call that whispered promises of both salvation and damnation. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed into the abyss, ready to take the first step into the unknown.

"Let's play," I said, my voice steady, a declaration of intent that would change the course of my destiny forever.

The room seemed to erupt into a cacophony of sounds, a symphony of excitement and trepidation. Bigpuffer's grin grew even wider, his eyes blazing with anticipation.

"Excellent choice, Angel," he purred, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, let's begin the game."

As the music of fate swelled to a crescendo, I stepped forward, ready to embark on a journey through the very heart of darkness. And in that moment, I knew that I would either find the light or lose myself forever in their shadows.

Pizzazz Pezzy- Pezzy x Reader

summary: helping Pezzy getting ready for stream

TW: Established relationship

As the clock ticked closer to the start time, Pezzy’s girlfriend, __, stepped into his room, her eyes gleaming with excitement and determination. “Alright, Pezzy! Let’s get you ready for your big moment!” she declared, taking charge of the situation with a playful smile.

First, they rummaged through Pezzy's wardrobe, which was a chaotic mixture of graphic tees adorned with gaming logos, hoodies from various conventions, and an array of comfy sweatpants. Pezzy looked a bit overwhelmed. “I want to look cool, but not try too hard!” he exclaimed, nervously running a hand through his tousled hair.

__ chuckled, shaking her head. “You can totally pull off ‘cool’ without being over the top! How about this baggy T-shirt? It’s got Venom on it, but it’s also super stylish.” She picked out his baggy black oversize Venom T-shirt.

“Good choice!” Pezzy nodded appreciatively. “And what about the pants?”

__ glanced over the options. “Let’s go with those black joggers. They’re comfy, look great on you, and you'll definitely be able to move around while gaming.” Pezzy agreed, and soon enough, he was dressed in a perfect blend of style and comfort.

“The final touch!” __ said with a flourish as she reached for his favorite hair gel. With a few expert squirts of the shiny product, she sculpted Pezzy’s hair into a stylish but effortless look, tousling it just enough to give him that cool gamer vibe savored by fans.

“Looks great! I feel ready to conquer the world,” Pezzy grinned, moving to check himself in the mirror. “Not just any world—the digital one!”

With time running short, __ grabbed her phone to fix the lighting and set the camera in place for the stream. She stepped back, admiring their work. “You look like the star you are! Just remember to be yourself out there. Your followers love you for who you are, Pezzy.”

As he adjusted the webcam and clicked to start the stream, he shot her a grateful smile. “Thanks for always having my back, __. I’d be a mess without you!”

The countdown began, and as the timer hit zero, the screen lit up with enthusiastic messages from his excited fans. “Pezzy, you’re here!” The chat buzzed. With a deep breath and confidence surging through him, Pezzy waved to the camera, ready to embark on an unforgettable journey of gaming and fun—all thanks to __’s loving preparations.

I just realized I never gave a clip or video to go with the request I sent (I sent the clooless one with the face less reader)

I hope that’s okay and it’s not could you respond so I know if it was okay or not?

Yes this is okay! I can do it! Give me til Friday-ish and I’ll have it posted love! 💕

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.

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.

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.

Oso Attack!

Summary: Your relaxation was disturbed by your boyfriend and your dog.

TW: Falling, established relationship

On a sunny afternoon in a quaint little backyard tucked away in a bustling neighborhood, there was a delightful scene unfolding. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm golden hue upon everything it touched. I found the perfect relaxation spot, gently swaying in my hammock, a world of adventure tucked between the pages of my book, and the gentle warmth of the sun kissing my skin.

 As I immersed myself in my story, I heard the familiar sound of the creaking back door. From inside the house emerged Droid, my ever-enthusiastic boyfriend, recording the moment, probably envisioning a light-hearted addition to his social media stash for his fans. Right behind him, trotting with a mix of excitement and obliviousness, was Oso, our lovable dog, a large bundle of fur and uncontained energy.

"Oso! Look! It's a beautiful day!" he called out with that unmistakable cheer. The moment was ripe for laughter, and he captured it all on camera—a perfect blend of sun, relaxation, and love.

But Oso, in his exuberance, had plans of his own. With his tail wagging like a flag in the summer breeze, he spotted me lounging like a queen in my lofty hammock. In a sudden burst of joy, he bounded towards me, excited to join the fun day.

As Oso leapt closer, he miscalculated his jump, and, with a delightful thud, collided with the hammock. I felt the world turn upside down as I was tipped over, the gentle sway transformed into a chaotic tumble. My book went flying, the sun's warm kiss turning into a surprising rush of grass as I landed softly, thanks to the bed of green beneath me.

Droid, still recording, cracked up with laughter, capturing the hilarity of the moment—your stunned expression, Oso's confusing alarm bark, and the sudden realization of what had just occurred.

“Oh my god babe, are you okay?” Droid asked while still laughing at Oso tipping me over. 

As you stared up at the sky, the fluffy clouds now scattered like cotton candy, you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit yourself, despite the surprise of your sudden descent. "Yeah, I think I’m fine! Just getting an unexpected wake-up call from the universe—and Oso!" You laughed, glancing at the dog, who was now prancing around as if he had just achieved a great feat.

Droid kneeled beside you, his laughter still bubbling over. "You just went full acrobat! I’ve got to admit, I didn’t see that coming. You should do that on purpose next time!” The way his eyes gleamed with joy made it impossible to feel anything but grateful for this moment.

Oso, sensing the playful mood, bounded back to you, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, tail wagging vigorously. He plopped down beside you, offering an apology in the form of slobbery kisses that certainly made it hard to stay mad at him. "Oh, come here, you goof!" You scooped him into your arms, showering him with affection, while Droid continued to capture this chaotic moment on video. 

“I think this should be the end of my hammock era,” you chuckled, trying to wipe the doggie drool from your face. “Maybe I should just stick to the ground.” 

“We could build you a sturdier one?” Droid suggested, flipping the camera to capture his own amused expression. “Or how about a giant bean bag chair? That way Oso can jump all over you without sending you flying.” 

The two of you continued to brainstorm outlandish ideas while Oso lay content, snuggling against you. His warm fur felt comforting against your skin, almost as if he were saying, "We're in this together!"

Stream Moments - Droid Version

Summary: Clips from stream/YouTube videos

TW: Established relationship, kissing, cursing,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

__users: Is your door locked?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Study Buddy - Droid x Reader

TW: Reader is studying and Droid comes to the resuce

TW: Established relationship

in a cozy little town, a brilliant and hardworking student named ____ was preparing for her final exam in a particularly daunting subject: quantum physics. It was the kind of subject that left students tangled in theories and equations, like a ball of yarn that had somehow escaped the confines of a basket. The night before the exam loomed large, and ____ felt the weight of it pressing down on her heart.

Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone. Her boyfriend, ElasticDroid, was a charismatic and resourceful fellow who was no ordinary human; he was a blend of technology and heart, embodying an uncanny ability to adapt to every situation—much like his name suggested. Knowing the pressure ____ felt, he set out on a mission to make her study session feel less like a burden and more like an adventure.

As the clock ticked deeper into the night, ElasticDroid appeared at ____’s door, arms laden with goodies. “I’ve got your favorite drinks and a treasure trove of snacks!” he declared, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Let’s turn this study session into a feast!”

____’s heart swelled with gratitude. They settled at her desk, surrounded by colorful bags of popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and soda cans fizzing with promise. ElasticDroid expertly rearranged the snacks, creating an array of delightful mini platters while ____ set up her notes, her textbooks, and a glowing laptop.

“Ready to tackle the mysteries of the universe?” he asked playfully, a glint of mischief in his eyes. ____ couldn’t help but chuckle. “Only if you promise not to turn into a physics stand-up comedian halfway through.”

As they began to review the material, ElasticDroid’s adaptive nature came into play. He illustrated complex theories with quirky analogies. “Imagine electrons as tiny, hyperactive toddlers. They don’t like to stay still, and they’re always bumping into each other!” ____ laughed, her tension easing as she enriched her understanding of the uncertainties of quantum mechanics.

Hours slipped by like the swift passage of time in a dream. With each shared snack and soft chuckle, ElasticDroid infused each section of study with fun; he even created mnemonic devices that made the concepts easier to remember. “Remember: The wave-particle duality is like wearing two hats—it depends on whether you’re going to the beach or the party!”

As the night wore on, ____’s eyes grew heavy, but ElasticDroid was always there to gently nudge her awake, offering her another sip of her favorite energy drink and a chocolate-covered almond. “One more chapter and then a break!” he encouraged.

But it wasn’t just the snacks that kept them going. It was the support, the laughter, the camaraderie that wove their late-night study session into a tapestry of unforgettable memories. ____ found herself feeling not just ready but excited about the exam, armed with a sense of reassurance and companionship that made her feel invincible.

Finally, as dawn began to peek through the curtains, revealing a soft golden light, ____ closed her book, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “I think I’m ready,” she said, her voice brimming with confidence.

ElasticDroid smiled back, pride lighting up his features. “You crushed it! But first, how about a victory breakfast?”

With that, they prepared to face the day ahead, filled with promise and adventure. ____ learned not just about quantum physics that night but also about the unbreakable bond she shared with Elastic Droid—a story of love, laughter, and support that would last well beyond the exam itself. And in that small little town, under the blush of the morning sun, the two embarked on a new adventure together, ready for whatever life had in store.

☆Grizzy

The Drunken Twitch Takeover

Agora Hills

Rainy Music

Herbal

The Great Gaming Fiasco

Stormy Conversation

Goddess in the Kitchen

Selfless Love

Awaken to Love

Domestic Bliss

Oblivious Friends