Furry Baby - Pezzy X Reader

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sleepver stream fic... is alomst 10k.... do yall like the long fics? or break into parts? i feel like it is awkard doing multiple parts, what do yall think?

im like 3.5 hrs into the stream vod should i keep going? time skip only to funny parts? stop at 4.5 hrs? IDKK lmao

Girl Friend Moment V. Puffer

Summary: Clip inspired (original clip was Droid)

TW: Established relationship, cute moment, kisses

As I opened the front door, the unmistakable aroma of melted cheese and baked dough wafted through the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. I had just picked up a large pepperoni pizza from our favorite pizzeria, and the delicious smell seemed to wrap around me like a warm embrace. With the pizza box in one hand and a light heart, I tiptoed down the hallway, excited to surprise my boyfriend, Puffer.

As I entered his office, I was greeted by the soft glow of multiple screens, the sound of his voice filling the room as he chatted animatedly with his viewers on Twitch. There he was, sitting comfortably in his gaming chair, headset on, oblivious to the world around him. His focus was on the game, but I knew he’d feel my presence.

“Hey, you,” I said, a playful smile creeping onto my face as I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“Did you miss me?” I added, my tone light and teasing, knowing he couldn’t resist a little banter.

He paused, dropping his controller for a moment. His gaze turned serious, and his smile softened into something warm and genuine. “Every moment, every second,” he replied, his voice low and sincere, and just like that, my heart fluttered a little. Those moments of sweetness always managed to catch me off guard; I was never quite prepared for how much he made my heart skip.

As he pivoted back to the stream, I could see the chat lighting up with playful teasing. “Puffer’s simping hard!” one viewer typed, followed by another, “He’s got it bad, folks! Someone get this man a pizza!” The chat exploded with laughter and emotes, as viewers poked fun at him for being so mushy.

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, knowing I had just walked into a lively banter among his audience. Puffer was consistently charming and charismatic on stream, yet he always had a soft spot for me—his viewers recognized it too. I set the pizza down on his desk, and he flashed me a grateful smile, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

“Okay, okay! Everyone chat, cut it out!” Puffer rolled his chair closer to the pizza, gesturing to the box as though it were an award-winning trophy. “Brought to you by my amazing girlfriend! Let’s see if she can bring us any luck with catching this damn thing!”

The chat erupted in cheers, playful banter flying as he dug into a slice, his mouse ready in his other hand. I clinked my slice against his, lifting it in a celebratory toast, the warmth of the moment settling around us like a cozy blanket.

As the stream carried on, I felt that infectious energy that came from being together—his laughter mingling with the playful jabs from his viewers, an echo of teamwork that reminded me how much I loved being part of his world.

Girlfriend Moment - ElasticDroid x Reader

Summary: You bring him whataburger, clip inspo (link at the bottom)

TW: Established relationship, kisses, lmk if i missed anything

“Chat, my girlfriend is gonna bring me Whataburger, so when she comes in don't make it such a big deal, okay?” Droid warns his chat with my presence even though I'm just down stairs unpacking his order. 

As I made my way up the stairs, the aroma of melted cheese and perfectly seasoned fries wafted through the air, a tantalizing preview of the flavorful feast that awaited us. Droid, engrossed in a video game, barely turned his head as I entered the room, but I knew he was eagerly anticipating the treasure I was carrying. 

“Hey, I’m here with the goods!” I proclaimed, a grin spreading across my face as I delivered the plate first, setting it down carefully on the desk. “Your burger is ready to rock!”

Droid’s eyes lit up as he glanced at the plate, confirming that I had indeed brought him his favorite order. “Thanks! You’re a lifesaver!” He managed to mutter, still focused on the game, as I placed the drink next to him and handed him the straw with a flourish.

I tried to pull back my hand, he grabbed it with a gentle force. He brought my left hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles while all on stream. “Thank you baby.” he whispered but the mic still picked it up.

I clapped my hands and bent down into the camera frame, where chat could see my reaction, I bit my lip while resting my hands on my thighs for a second. I bounced back up and started walking out of his office with my hands up, “I just won in life.” I shut his door, with a small slam on accident. 

Boyfriend moment - Twitch

MakeUp Disaster?

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

Tw: Established relationship, funny moment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mezcal Sour - Droid X F!Reader

Summary: Jealousy and Alcohol mixed together can lead to something catastrophic or wil it be fortuitous?

TW: Alcohol, flirting(?), cursing, female pronouns, jealousy, bar/club atmosphere

*Hey ____ we are all headin to the club down the street in about 30-45 mins, if you want to come*

*who is all gonna be there*

*Me, Grizzy, Puffer, and yourrrr homeboy, you definitely dont like*

*oh STFU!*

*yes, ill come tho. Ill get ready in 30*

*cool see ya soon*

I threw my phone down to my right side and flopped back on my bed with a huff. I laid there for a few minutes trying to piece a cute outfit together in my head with the clothes I bought for the con. Once I finally figured out what I was going to wear and how I was gonna style it, I got to work. I dug through my messily packed suitcase, grabbed my makeup case, my hair products and headed to the bathroom. I hung my outfit on the back of the bathroom door on hangers to let the heat try to unwrinkle them as much as possible.

After getting my clothes settled I started unpacking my makeup bag and plugged in my hair crimper. Letting my crimper heat up, I get started on my makeup, basic as hell. I know I'm probably going to sweat it off if I do a full glam look. I reached with my right hand for my tinted moisture, and did two pumps in my left hand. Rubbing my hands together, trying to achieve an even amount of product in both hands, my hands separate stretching my hands to my face. I began to gloss the moisture all over my face, after rubbing it in completely I was letting it dry. 

I grabbed my black, one shoulder, black velvet textured material shirt and threw it on, so i didn't mess my hair or my “makeup” up. I then went on a seek and find hunt on the counter for my fluffy makeup brush and my Urban Decay nude palette. Once, both items were in my hand, I dipped my brush in the light tannish/brown color and painted my eyelid. Packed the corner of my eyelid with the most pigment then blending it out towards the inner corner of my eyelid, to give it an ombre effect. 

When both eyes are done I then grab my waterproof Fenty Beauty mascara and try to volumize these small and thin eyelashes.  My___ eyes raked over my face to see if my work was exceptional or needed more effect, I believed I looked good just needed clear lip gloss and my make up was finished. 

After applying the tube of Tik Tok shop brand lip gloss, my lips are extra kissable tonight, hopefully.  I turned around on my heel to snag my skinny black jeans off the hanger without breaking the cheap plastic. I walked out of the bathroom to my hotel bed to sit on the end, so i wouldn’t have to balance to put on my pants. Now, I got my pants up and went to my carry on which I had my shoes packed.

I did a double take/thoughton which shoes to wear but ultimately I went with my strappy, criss cross black heels with a gold accent on the bridge. This time I balanced myself with my right hand on the wall to put on my left heel and vice versa with the other heel. I tripled checked my outfit and gave myself a pep talk to get my confidence up. I'm thinking tonight might be the night I'm not a pussy. 

 *BEEP BEEP*

*im headin to your room, 222?

*yes, im almost ready, should be ready when you get here*

*just lettin ya know, that the guys are coming w/ me**

*damn, ugh okay.*

*NOW YOU HAVE ME EXTRA NERVOUS*

*HEY youll be okay, ill play along to see if we can get droid to confess to you ;)*

*now youre in the dog house, your buying me my first drink*

*fine fine, i can do that ;)*

I shook my head at his ridiculously confidence that Droid will confess to me. I ran over to my bag and grabbed my deodorant and perfume and applied where it matters, I NEED to smell good and not like sweat. 

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I ran my hands over my outfit to get the sweat and nerves off of me, I let my confidence take over, so I am not a complete mess. I opened the door to see the guys all looking nice.

“Well hello gorgeous, let me walk you to your car.” Droid says with his arm out, I chuckle as I take his arm. Everyone chuckles at Droid playing a gentleman back in the days.

“Good sir, you are aware that we are walking to a club, definitely not driving.” I go with the bit but still keep it real.

“Oh well- I-Erm- Let me walk you to your destination good lady.” Droid stumbles through his sentence, ending it with laughter but still having arms linked together.

We are walking to the elevator with small talk going on throughout the groups, I’m keeping quiet, I look over to Pezzy and he just winks at me. I wink back as he raises an eyebrow at me, Droid catches on to us being silly.

“Wait- What's going on here? Is my fair maiden cheating on me? With a lonely scum?” Droid acts offended at us play flirting

“No, No my good sir. I could never lay my eyes on a lonely scum. My eyes only work for you.” I responded with his humor.

“Ugh, how dare you do this to me?!” Droid keeps the joke going, letting go of my arm pretending to be offended.

I walk out of the elevator laughing and shaking my head. Pezzy catches up to me, since I was the first one off the elevator. Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy are all in their own conversation walking behind us, leaving Pezzy and I to talk about my hopeless crush.

The pulsating bass thumped through the dimly lit nightclub, a hypnotic rhythm that engulfed the crowd. Strobe lights danced across the room, creating a dizzying kaleidoscope of color. Laughter mingled with the music, the sounds faded into a dull roar for me. I leaned against the bar, nursing her drink while casting furtive glances towards Droid.

He was surrounded by a trio of girls, their laughter ringing like chimes against the booming bass. Each of them leaned in closer, their voices rising in pitch, a chorus of flirty teasing that made my blood simmer. One girl, a tall blonde with sparkling blue eyes, tossed her hair back and laughed a little too loudly, her hand brushing against Droid’s arm. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I watched him smile, his head thrown back in genuine amusement. 

My grip on my glass tightened as I forced herself to take a deep breath. 

"It's just harmless fun," I told myself, but the whisper of doubt crept in. Was it really just fun? The way they leaned in, the playful nudges, the seemingly endless flow of laughter? Each giggle felt like a tiny dagger, and the more I watched, the tighter the knot in my stomach twisted. Did I really have the confidence to confess anymore?

I turned my gaze to the floor, where clusters of people danced with abandon, illuminated by a flurry of colorful lights. But even in that moment, the joy around me felt hollow. I took a sip of my drink, letting the icy burn of the alcohol sting my throat. I just want to shake off the feeling, to enjoy the night, but every time I glanced back at Droid, my heart plummeted further into the void. 

“Hey, you okay?” Pezzy slid up beside me, concern etched across his face. 

I forced a smile, masking my insecurities. “Yeah, just... soaking it all in,” I replied, my voice lacking its usual spark of light. 

Pezzy followed my line of sight. The trio of girls was still clustered around Droid, their voices overlapping in a playful symphony that made my chest tight. 

“I mean, it’s just a night out, right? He’s not going anywhere,” I asked, reaching down into myself for reassurance. Pezzy squeezed my shoulder, knowing Droid, he shook his head yes.

“You know you’re the one he wants to be with,” Pezzy said, a mix of encouragement and irritation in her voice. “Why would he waste his time with them?”

I wish I knew that Pezzy was right. I thought Droid and I had something real, something special—yet watching him shine under those girls’ attention felt like stumbling under a spotlight that I couldn’t escape. Each shared laugh felt like another inch of emotional space carved between us.

Finally, gathering myself resolve, I pushed away from the bar. “I’m going to go talk to him, and possibly put our plan into action.” I declared, trying to inject confidence into my words, even if it felt forced. Pezzy raised an eyebrow, his expression cautious but supportive. Using the fake enhanced confidence that the alcohol gave me, I strut my way to them.

As I neared the group, my heart raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could hear them clearly now—each flirty comment, each teasing remark pierced me. But I refused to be sidelined on my own crush.

“Hey, handsome!” I called out, forcing a smile that was perfectly poised between casual and confrontational. Droid turned, his face lighting up with surprise that quickly melted into warmth. The girls paused, their chatter dwindling as they sized me up with easy curiosity. 

“Hey, ____!" Droid's voice was inviting, and despite the tension, Ifelt a small flicker of relief. 

I sidled up next to him, my hand settling possessively on his arm. “I thought I’d come check on you,” I said, my voice casual, though my heart raced. The trio exchanged glances, the atmosphere thickening as they silently gauged the shift.

Droid grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good timing! We were just talking about the wildest things we’ve seen in the club.” 

I smiled back, tightening my grip. “Oh, I hope I’m not missing out on any crazy stories. Need someone to help filter through the nonsense?” 

The girls exchanged a look, and I could feel the tension palpably shift. Just like that, I stepped into the spotlight—but this time, I wasn't leaving it vacant.

As the strobe lights flickered like fireflies caught in a jar, I felt the energy in the air shift. The laughter of the trio of girls dulled, replaced by a charged silence that hung between them. I stood shoulder to shoulder with Droid, my heart pounding, not just from the music, but from the surge of confidence coursing through me.

The blonde girl, who had been the most animated of the group, arched an eyebrow, her smile faltering for a moment. “Oh, we were just having a little fun,” she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent that hinted at challenge.

“Fun’s good,” I replied, her voice steady and laced with playful defiance. “But I think Droid’s got the best stories. Right, handsome?”

Droid turned to me, his expression softening, and I could see the flicker of appreciation in his eyes. “Yeah, you know it,” he said, a grin breaking free as he leaned closer to I, his body language shifting to indicate that I was his priority. 

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The girls were evaluating the situation, their playful banter fading as they processed the unspoken challenge I had thrown into the mix. “So what’s the wildest thing you’ve seen tonight?” I prompted, my tone teasing as I addressed the girls, confident in my role as the center of Droid’s universe.

“Oh, you know, just the usual. People dancing on tables, a few questionable outfits,” one of the girls chimed in, her tone shifting to a more inclusive one. “But I think the best part is when someone tries to ride the bull over there.” She gestured toward a group of people erupting in laughter as someone dramatically fell to the floor, arms flailing.

I laughed, the tension between them beginning to dissipate. “Now that sounds like something we need to get on. Don’t you think, Droid?” She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Absolutely!” Droid replied, his enthusiasm infectious. “I’m always down for something new.”

“Count me in!” I said, feeling a surge of exhilaration as I extended my hand to Droid. He took it without hesitation, and together we moved toward the dance floor, the pulsating bass thudding in time with their racing hearts.

The girls trailed behind, their earlier bravado diminished as I and Droid lined up for the fake bull riding. The club was doing a special, where before you “start” riding the bull you can take 1 or 2 shots of liquor being poured into your mouth by one of the bartenders. We walked right up where we could put our names, Droid wrote his name down first but I was distracted with the gorgeous bartender in front of me.

“Hey-um- oh- Lisa, I have a weird request, I used to be a bartender. Is there any way I could pour his shot or two in his mouth? I will even pay extra if needed.” I questioned with persuasiveness, since I had my confidence up might as well do stupid shit.

“Ooo, let me ask my manager, Ronnie, real quick. Be right back, love.” Lisa states walking to the bar calling out to Ronnie. 

I turned on my heel looking for the guys, who were all gathered up on the left side of the fence of the bull keeping drunk people out. I strutted my way up to my group of the guys, Pezzy turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. The confusion on his face quickly turned into a devious smirk, he wink at me. Pezzy opened his arm to me, I quickly fell into place under his arm. 

“What did you ask, little demon?” Pezzy entertained my plan

“I can possibly give the droid a shot, once he gets on the bull,” I got on my tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, wanting to make sure he heard me over the music.

“Hey, now don't leave me out. What's going on?” Puffer sauntered over to us seeing us scheming together.

“I MIGHT be able to give Droid his shot before he rides the bull.” I explained to Puffer, typing my glass towards Grizzy and Droid deep in their own conversation. 

“Oh- There you are, love.” I heard someone say behind me, I let go of Pezzy and spun on my heels. I saw Lisa with a guy. Hopefully it's Ronnie with good/fun news.

“Hi, I’m Ronnie, the manager. I heard you are wanting to give a guy a shot before he gets on the bull, is that right?” He contemplated the plan, his tone giving it away. 

“Yes, I’m ____. I used to be a bartender for 4 years, I believe 5 years ago.” I greeted Ronnie, trying to persuade him into letting me do it. 

“Okay, good. Yeah, I’m down letting you do it, just know no heels on the inflatable or on the bull.” Ronnie informed me while pointing to my shoes.

“Ah, completely understandable, sir. Is it okay if I take my heels off and do it barefoot?” I try to compromise with him. 

“Sounds good to me, Lisa and Hannah are in charge of the bull at the moment so they will oversee you giving your guy the shot.” Ronnie informed me, we shook hands and he dispersed back to the bar. I giggled doing baby jumps in my heels.

“Give us like less than 5 minutes, love, and will call him next.” Lisa informed me with her left hand on my shoulder, walking away to the podium of the sign up sheet.

They get him on the bull, while explaining the rules and how to ride the bull, so you don't completely fly off the bull. As they finish explaining the rules, It looks like Hannah lets him go in a couple of circles to get him going. That's when Lisa comes over with a bottle of Tito’s with a smile and hand gestures to me, to follow her and hurry up.

“Alrighty girl, make sure to take off your heels, when you get up to bull; the head is going to be angled down, so you can hop on there with your knees. Try to use the inflatable barrier as a trampoline to bounce your way up on it. Then, you are going to stand up and push him, however you can or want to, into a laying down position and then pour the shot in his mouth. Sounds good?” Lisa talked me through the plan on how they do it here, as I was undoing my heels. I discarded them at the entrance of the padded inflatable. 

“Go get him girly.” Lisa encouraged me as I entered the zone of the bull. I turned my head over my shoulder to her and gave her a smile and wink of appreciation.

“What? ___ what are you doing?” Droid asked me with his eyebrows furrowed at me

I walked up to the bull remembering what Lisa said, I bounced my body onto the bull. Droid had his hand out to me, trying to help me up on the bull.  I landed on the bulls neck with my knees, and Droid kept both of his arms open making sure I didn't fall while I tried to stand up. I positioned my right hand on his left shoulder, so I balanced myself enough not to fall on my face. Then, I parked my right barefoot on his chest pushing him back all the way. Motioning my hand all the back on the bull. He is finally in position, relaxed with his mouth opened.

“Okayyy then __.” Droid said, making me smirk and my heart race, as if it was a jump set being played. 

I started pouring Tito’s and counting to four, while locking our eyes together; I winked at him with a sultry look. 

“OH SHIT. AW SHIT MAN!” “OOOO” “GET EM ___!” I heard the guys screaming on the top of their lungs, over the music. 

I stopped pouring the alcohol in Droid mouth, I jumped off the bull handing the bottle over to Hannah. I walked out of the landing zone, and picked my shoes up til I got away from the entrance. I walked over to Pezzy, Puffer, and Grizzy where I was ready for the onslaught of questions from them. 

“So how was being dominant for your first time?” Puffer asked right out of the blue, bluntly. I giggled and shook my head, trying to put my heels on. 

“When did you get the idea for this, __?” Grizzy asked

“Earlier today, when we were all walking to the bar, Pezzy informed me of it.” I told them shrugging my shoulders.  I looked round through my hair as I was hunched over tying my right heel up, I was watching Droid walk up the group. He was on a mission to get his hands on me, I can tell. 

“My lady, let me help you. You are looking like Cinderella, with your missing heel.” Droid jokes around with me, he walked up to me and kneeled down on his right knee. 

He picks up my left heel, separating the laces not getting them tangled up even more which was even more impressive. He then clasped his hand around my left ankle to lift my foot up to his knee where my heel(shoe) was resting. My foot was in the heel, as he was perfectly criss crossing the laces in an even manner, mirroring my right foot.

“Well Droid, look at you taking care of our own little Cinderella.”Grizzy jokes around, making the guys laugh and me hiding my face turn red. 

“Let me steal ___ for a minute.” Droid said, putting my foot back down on the ground. He stood up,  outstretching his hand for me to take. 

He led us out the dance floor while the music was playing, he took the lead of the dance. Our chemistry is undeniable. The strobe lights illuminated their movements, casting us in shades of electric blue and hot pink, as laughter and music swirled around us.

As the dance took off, it was a playful chaos of flailing limbs and exaggerated moves. The crowd cheered, and I found myself lost in the moment, the earlier insecurities fading into the backdrop of the vibrant nightclub. I stole glances at Droid, who was in his element, and I felt a warmth blooming in my chest.

As the music swelled and the crowd erupted in cheers, I caught Droid’s eye. We exchanged a look, one that said more than words ever could. It was a silent promise, a reassurance that we were in this together, and that nothing could shake the foundation we are going to build together. 

The night wore on, the bass thumping like a heartbeat, and for the first time, I felt truly free, dancing not just to the music, but to the rhythm of my own confidence.

Not Clooless Anymore

Summary: Fairly Clooless part2

TW: Cute moments, flirting, lmk if i missed anything

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the Texas landscape, painting the Texas sky with brilliant shades of orange and purple. I stepped out of my car, feeling the warm evening air kiss my toasty skin. I stood outside the familiar neon lights of Waffle House, a sense of excitement bubbling within my body. The day had been filled with the delightful chaos of the Texas fair—blaring music, the intoxicating aroma, and rides that twisted and turned like my own thoughts and insecurities.

The Texas fair had been a whirlwind of laughter, cotton candy, and the thrilling rush of adrenaline, but now, the promise of crispy waffles, cheesy hash browns, and the company oF the boys made my heart flutter in anticipation.

I checked my phone, squinting in the twilight to see if the others were here. It wasn’t long before I spotted Droid’s unmistakable truck rolling into the parking lot, followed closely by Puffer and Grizzy in their flashy Sedans. And then, like a flash of dark thunder, Pezzy roared into view on his sleek black motorcycle, the engine’s purr blending in with the fading sounds of the fair.

"Hey, ___!" Grizzy shouted as he bounded over from his car, excitement practically radiating from him like the setting sun behind them. He wore his trademark grin, one that always made situations feel a little brighter.

“____! Over here!” Droid called, tossing her a casual wave as he parked his truck. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of the boys, my grin widening as they hopped out of their cars, laughter spilling out into the cooling evening air.

“Did anyone win a stuffed animal?” I asked, turning to see Droid, who was carrying a massive teddy bear tucked under his arm. I also noticed a big push toy poking out from the backseat of Grizzy’s car. “Grizzy! Did you get the giant stuffed bear?” I asked teasing with a gentle smile

“Uh, yeah. That’s a trophy for winning at life,” he replied with a playful smirk. “Meet Mr. Snuggly and I have a gift for you in the back of my car.” Droid winked at me

“Nah, I went for the goldfish instead!” he laughed, knowing full well that it was just a way to mess with me. Knowing Grizzy, he’d surely end up with a life-sized inflatable T-Rex instead.

“Didn’t think you’d show up!” Puffer teased as he approached me first, giving me a quick hug before making room for the others.

Droid approached, his casual stride and laid-back charm eliciting a warm sense of familiarity in my bones that felt like home. He ruffled my hair as he passed by, a brotherly gesture that inevitably made me roll my ___ eyes. “Thought I’d find you guys here. Ready to drown ourselves in waffles?” 

“Please, like I could resist waffles after a long day of overpriced snacks and rides! Plus, I have to stay fuelled for our late-night shenanigans after the stunts I pulled tonight!” I Laughed, my spirits higher than ever tonight.

“I know exactly what you mean. I still feel sick from that funnel cake!” Grizzy added dramatically, placing a hand on his stomach as he leaned against the wall of the diner. “But nothing a plate of hash browns can’t fix, right?”

Droid and Puffer exchanged knowing glances, always amused by their friend’s antics. And as Pezzy strolled over, kicking his kickstand down with a flourish, I felt a flutter in my chest that I couldn’t quite explain.

“Did you guys see the fireworks?” Pezzy chimed in, a little more quietly than the others, his gaze quickly flitting back to mine, a fleeting connection that made my stomach flutter, but I brushed it off. 'It’s just post-fair magic,’ I thought, trying not to read too much into it. 

“Yeah, they were incredible! But honestly, now I just want to eat pancakes until I explode,” Puffer quipped, slapping Grizzy on the back as they made their way toward the entrance.

“Hey, ____,” Pezzy said, flashing me a bright smile that sent butterflies dancing through my stomach. “You ready for some real food? I actually have a craving for that Texas cheesesteak omelet, but I can be persuaded for anything covered in syrup.”

“Totally! I’m with you on that one,” I replied, unable to contain her enthusiasm. “Waffles topped with ice cream—now that’s a Texas masterpiece.”

As they entered Waffle House, the warm scent enveloped them. The air was permeated with the irresistible smell of butter and syrup, a scent that was so deeply woven into their memories of late-night adventures and shared laughter. The interior was filled with the comforting chatter of other late-night diners and the sizzle of food cooking on the grill. 

They slid into a booth they chose was cozy—wooden and a bit worn-in, the kind of place that felt like home. ___ slid into the middle seat, Droid to her left, and Pezzy to her right, the perfect configuration for subtle glances and stolen moments, the latter of whom took a deep breath as he subtly nudged closer to her. Grizzy and Puffer settled opposite them, already debating their orders in playful retorts.

“Okay, what's everyone ordering?” ___ asked, tone bubbly as she flipped through the laminated menu, pretending not to notice Pezzy’s growing nervousness.

Pezzy took a deep breath as he watched ___, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest. He’d never had the courage to tell her about his crush, but every casual remark felt layered with an unspoken affection that he wanted to express. He fiddled with his menu, glancing back at her, nervously biting his lip. 

“Definitely the hash browns—it’s the best way to start,”Grizzy declared, and the group followed suit, their laughter echoing around the diner as they decided on their meals.

“Why not try the All-Star Special?” Pezzy suggested, leaning a bit closer as he flashed her another dazzling smile. “You can get everything—waffles, eggs, bacon, and still have room for more!”

“Same!” Puffer joined in. “But I’m adding extra bacon. Gotta live large after all those funnel cakes.”

“___! What are you getting?” he blurted out, desperately trying to sound casual.

“I think I might go with the classic waffle, loaded with strawberries,” she grinned, unaware of the fluttering competition swirling around in Pezzy's stomach. 

“Those berries will definitely sweeten up your already sweet personality,” Pezzy said, attempting to keep his tone light but feeling his cheeks slightly heat up. ___ felt her cheeks warm under his gaze. “You have a point! I think I’ll take you up on that,” she replied, her heart racing in ways it hadn’t before.

“Alright, alright,” Droid interjected, breaking Pezzy's moment of hesitance with a calm, brotherly energy. “Let’s order before it gets too crowded in here.” The waitress approached, and as they squabble about orders, Pezzy felt his heart race while stealing glances at ___'s animated expressions.

“Alright, who’s ordering first?” Puffer asked, leaning dramatically over the table like a showman.

As the waiter approached to take their order, ___ felt Pezzy’s slight tension radiating next to her. She could almost feel his thoughts swirling; she glanced at him just as he took a deep breath, his eyes almost playful yet glazed with determination.

“Uh, I’ll also have the All-Star Special, but can you add a side of, um,” he fumbled, his cheeks slightly pinking, “a side of your heart?” 

Puffer almost choked on his drink, and Droid smirked, shaking his head. “Smooth, Pezzy, real smooth.”

___ couldn’t help but laugh, the warmth spreading through her again as she met Pezzy’s gaze. “Clever. But maybe let’s stick to just waffles for now?”

The table erupted with laughter, the sound of friendship filling the air as they made fun of Pezzy’s attempt—a lighthearted bond wrapped in unadulterated joy.

With their orders placed and the waitress retreating, the table erupted into a flurry of conversations, stories, and laughter. Grizzy and Puffer continued their playful banter, while Droid and ___shared fond memories of their previous discord hangouts. As they waited for their food, the chatter flowed as freely as the sweet syrup they’d soon douse their waffles in. Stories of fair rides, a debate on who could eat the most hash browns, and endless laughter echoed within the little booth. ___ caught Droid rolling his eyes, while Grizzy animatedly recreated the fair's biggest ride. 

And then there was Pezzy, who seemed lost in the moment, glancing at ___ with a goofy smile. He was trying so hard not to come off as nervous that it was endearing. 

As their orders arrived, the table transformed into a feast of colors and aromas. The sight of sizzling waffles, golden-brown hash browns, and fluffy omelets was enough to summon quickened appetites.

“Girls first!” Puffer declared, gesturing dramatically towards ___ and Grizzy. “Let’s see how fast you can demolish that plate!”

“Challenge accepted!” ___ grinned back as Pezzy chuckled beside her, the energy of the room buzzing with laughter and chatter.

As they dived into their meals, ___ caught Pezzy stealing glances her way. Every time she met his gaze, they shared unspoken moments of connection—a tentative dance of burgeoning feelings that neither of them dared to voice

“Hey, ____,” Pezzy finally said, his voice breaking through the noise. “You’ve been doing really well in school. I mean, I've always thought you were pretty amazing, like, really driven.”

“Thanks, Pezzy! That means a lot coming from you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

“Let’s make a pact,” Droid said, forcing the mood to shift. “Next time we hit the fair, we’ll take our own car, and anyone who loses at the games pays for the next Waffle House trip!”

“Deal!” they all cheered, the lighthearted banter continuing late into the evening, making plans for the next fun night together.

“Cheers to fair days and waffle nights!” Droid raised his mug of iced tea, and the others followed suit, all clinking their drinks together.

“Here’s to late night shenanigans!” ____ added with a laugh, glancing over at Pezzy, who looked more relaxed now, joy blooming behind his eyes.

“Next year, we should try the Ferris wheel together. Just us,” he suggested, his voice softening as he glanced away, a hint of shyness creeping into his tone.

“You’re on!” ____ replied, heart racing with the implications of his words. The night felt electric, filled with chances and possibilities, their friendship slowly unfolding into something more beautiful.

As midnight crept closer, they finished their meals with promises of more adventures, laughter still alive in the air like the smell of waffles and syrup. The friendships lingered, intertwined with new beginnings, with warm friendship and the exhilarating thrill of something deeper brewing just beneath the surface.

So as they stepped back out into the starry Texas night, ___ felt grateful for the journey they all shared, knowing the sun might set on one adventure, but it always rose on another—with the possibility of newfound connections, tender moments, and, of course, more late-night Waffle House escapades.

What to use instead of 'said'

Normally:

• added • replied • answered • stated • announced • questioned • asked • mentioned • remarked

Loudly:

• cheered • shouted • yelled • demanded • barked • blurted • growled • scolded •snorted

Softly:

• muttered • murmured • mumbled • uttered • stuttered • hissed • moaned • mouthed

Emotionally:

• begged • cried • confessed • complained • promised • pleaded

Back Seating in Action-Pezzy

Summary: Chat back seating on a game, inspo from his clip. There will be a link at the bottom of the post. {2nd POV or if you were watching the stream...}

TW: Screaming, cursing, established relationship and a mention of a gun {an emote from Twitch} lmk if I missed anything :)

“Guys let me show y’all what I see in chat, with back seating.” Pezzy takes off his headset while getting up from his “gamer” chair.

“You’re sitting at your computer having a good time, right?” Pezzy sassily fixes his clothes as he leaves the room while leaving his door cracked slightly for a hot minute.

Then, his girlfriend, ____ slams the door open, while wearing her signature red and plaid, fluffy pjs pants and a muscle tank top, and her hair up in a messy bun, stomping her way to the computer. She slightly trips on his shoes in the walkway and laughs it off, Pezzy walks in behind her watching in suspense to see what she will do. She grabs the mic and starts ranting and screaming into the mic.

“HEY, this is how you do everything! You do this part, you put that pipe here, and the other part there. You need this code, here’s the code by the way. 45826 and then it's these colors {Pink, Purple and Gray}, and this what; and this is what happens at the end of the game ... .That's what happens by the way, but enjoy your game.” _____ cried in pain at the stupidity of chat,  she then moves away from the camera to sit on the edge of Pezzy’s bed. Then Pezzy walks into the middle of the camera frame. He lifts his arm up to his side in an angry questioning state.

“LIKE WHAAAT?!?!” Pezzy screeches as his voice cracks from the stress on his vocal cords.

“Babe, you have really stupid and young people in your chat if this is every stream occurrence.” ____ comments as she shakes her head, laughing in disbelief.

“Oh, trust me baby, I know.” Pezzy snarkily agrees, walking back to his chair putting his headphones back on. 

“Welp, Imma head back to the couch make me a mod for this stream, so i can ban those spoiling fuckers. Just ask for me to help and if anyone else tries or does help I will time them out for 3 minutes or so.” ____ suggested walking away.

“I got you and thank you babes.” Pezzy throws his answer over his shoulder to make sure she heard him clearer. 

“SEE chat, y’all better be careful. She's ruthless and hot, no wonder she's my girlfriend. Unlike y’all fuckers, can’t even get a girlfriend” Pezzy teases his chat while laughing. 

“Be Careful chat, I'm here and lurking. I don't miss my shots, Chat PepegaGun” 

“Now you, assholes are gonna Pet the mods, huh?” Pezzy questioned the chat. 

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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.