☆Grizzy

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.” 

First Date?

Summary:It was a typical evening in the virtual realm of Discord

TW: Friends to Lovers?, first date planning

You had just wrapped up a recording session with your crew and Pezzy , your best friend and a talented speedrunner. The dim light of your monitors cast a cozy glow across the room as you settled into a voice call, ready to unwind and share some laughs. Pezzy was already knee-deep in a chaotic speedrun of a notoriously glitchy game, his fingers flying across the keyboard like a pianist at a concert.

As he raced through pixelated landscapes, dodging enemies and exploiting every corner of the game, you chimed in with pointers and strategies, referencing the glitch where a character could slip through an invisible wall to bypass a tough sequence. “If you angle the jump just right,” you said, trying to inject a dose of enthusiasm into your commentary, “you can save at least five seconds here!”

Pezzy’s concentration was palpable, his eyes glued to the screen, a sly grin creeping up as he executed a flawless maneuver that even astonished you. But as you started elaborating on a particularly tricky glitch that not many players knew about, he suddenly interrupted.

“Let’s skip the small talk and just go on a date.”

The statement hung in the air, a surreal pause punctuating the usual banter of your friendship. You blinked, a mixture of surprise and confusion washing over you. Have you misheard? Was this Pezzy's way of joking? A playful distraction from the intensity of the game?

“Uh… what?” you stammered, trying to process the sudden shift from gaming strategy to… well, what sounded suspiciously like a romantic proposal.

Pezzy chuckled, pausing the game momentarily, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I mean, think about it,” he said, leaning back in his chair, hands raised in a mock-innocent gesture. “We’ve spent countless hours grinding through levels, trading puns and strategies; why not take it a step further? Why can’t a gaming call be a date?”

You could almost hear the gears turning in his mind, his enthusiasm getting the better of his usual joking demeanor. “I can bring the snacks, you bring the memes, and we can speedrun our way through the pizza delivery time!”

You laughed, the absurdity of the suggestion momentarily sweeping away the confusion. “So you’re saying our date is just going to be another typical ‘us’ thing?” 

“Exactly!” he grinned. “Just more pizza bites and fewer glitches, maybe? No interruptions from the game.”

A comfortable warmth spread throughout the call as you considered the idea. While you both had always seen each other as close friends, the notion of embracing a different kind of connection, even if it remained within the realm of gaming, felt intriguing. You tossed around the idea of what a ‘date’ meant in the context of your friendship. 

“Alright, fine,” you finally relented, humor lacing your tone. “What does this date entail? Are we still going to argue over who plays better, or will we act like proper date-goers and just enjoy?”

“Definitely the former—who could ignore the chance to continually roast each other?” he replied with a glee.

As he resumed the game, the laughter between you became effortless, the banter an infusion of energy into the call. The idea of a date transformed into a charming concept full of inside jokes and peculiarities only the two of you could fully appreciate.

In that moment, amid the chaotic sound of game effects and the thrill of competition, the line between friendship and something deeper blurred into a scintillating mystery—one that would keep both of you on your toes, not just in games but perhaps in navigating this fresh, exciting territory of connection.

Dinner Disaster- Clooless x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fun Lovin'

Summary: Droid and his enchanting girlfriend, who had a playful spirit that matched her gleaming smile. Theirs was an unconventional love story, which often unfolded in amusing moments shared between gaming marathons and everyday life

TW: Established relationship, kissing, teasing

Droid gets up from his gaming chair in his office, looking at his stream feedback. As he was stepping away, “What the fuck?!” He exclaimed while patting his ass three times. “Damn my ass fat.”

While he was still admiring himself in his camera all the stream could hear in the background was “HELL YEAH IT IS!” ___, his girlfriend screamed from downstairs. He started busting out laughing, he fell down to the floor from laughing so hard after hearing __.

“Baby! What the hell?” Droid gasping for air choked that out back at her, hearing her footsteps running up stairs. 

“What? It's true! And you wonder why I smack your ass so much?” I shrugged innocently, while waving to the camera so chat knows that I acknowledge them, so they don't get all salty. 

“Jesus baby, c’mere.” He got up off the floor waving to me. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him giving him a good bear hug, and vice versa. I lifted my head from his chest, he looked back down at him and gave me a smooch on the lips. We unraveled from each other and he sent me on my way back to the kitchen, with a smack on my ass.

“Babe! Owie.” I screamed in shock, rubbing my butt where he whacked me. I had a pouty lip, or a boo-boo lip, Droid walked back up to me. He made sure that the stream of the camera could see me, his figure/stature blocked me. Our eyes locked on each other my ___ eyes and his brown eyes, he captured me in his arms; hands resting on my waist. He leaned down to give me a proper kiss, “I’m sorry not sorry, you little baby.” He jokingly apologized and we both laughed. 

☆ElasticDroid

Rain Dance

Mezcal Sour

The Kindhearted Kings

Sizzlin Saturdays

Study Buddy

Sassy Steamy Stream

Girlfriend Moment

Cute Streamer

Clip Worthy

Oso Attack

Date Night w/Droid

Midnight Lament

Coast

Turn it Off

The Saviour of The Day

Devastating Dinner

Fun Lovin'

Love Struck

Veiled Wedding

Truth or Hydrate

Drowsy Hallucinations

Drunk Pezzy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

Knock, knock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi chat :) <3”

Writing tool for your fight scenes.

A Cozy Evening

Summary: You have a night off and smoke something to relax, but Pezzy and his viewers want you around.

TW: Established relationship, marijuana usage

The serene atmosphere wrapped around you like a cozy blanket, soothing and inviting in equal measure. Each note from the speakers seemed to guide my thoughts into a gentle rhythm, carrying me far from the worries of the world outside your front door. I found solace in this familiar routine, the ritual of unwinding at the end of the day becoming a cherished moment I always looked forward to.

Sly shifted slightly, nuzzling closer to my side, her purring deepening like a steady metronome in the background. It was as if she sensed the need for this peaceful interlude, one that provided companionship not just in the presence of her warm body, but in the way she instinctively lifted my spirits. You glanced at her, brush strokes of contentment painting my heart, and the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little more with every lazy stroke of my hand through her soft fur.

The melody from Spotify waxed and waned, occasionally punctuated by bursts of Pezzy's laughter echoing down the hallway. His voice was the thread weaving through my tranquil tapestry, the absence of visible interaction giving it a playful, intangible quality. I could hear the excitement in his tone, a spark of creativity lighting up the dim corners of the house. He was like a distant star, his energy bathing the room in a soft glow, and I couldn’t help but feel my curiosity pique with every engaging tale he shared with his audience.

“Why is it so hard to get MYTHIC CUBES?!” he shouted at the screen, clearly trying to maneuver his character around the nightmarish toy factory. You chuckled softly, imagining him in his gaming chair, intently focused yet utterly exasperated.

“What music is playing in the background? I'm not playing any music at the moment….”As Pezzy read the question, a mischievous smile spread across his face, and his eyes sparkled with delight. “Oh _ is unwinding from her day, if you catch my drift chat,” he exclaimed, his voice filled with playful intrigue. The chat exploded with emojis and responses, each one trying to decipher the underlying mystery, buzzing with curiosity as they imagined what could be happening in your cozy little corner of the world.

I chuckled softly to myself, recalling how often Pezzy turned seemingly mundane moments into delightful spectacles. His ability to spin a narrative out of everyday life was his true gift, a magical skill that always drew his viewers deeper into the unfolding story. I remained blissfully comfortable, knowing that the answer to his playful riddle was transporting me into the spotlight—even if just for a moment.

“Come on, chat! What do you think she’s doing? She’s kicking back and enjoying a little quality time with Sly?” Pezzy leaned into the camera, his expression exaggeratedly quizzical as he feigned deep thought.

The chat was buzzing with a flurry of wild guesses. Messages flew past: “She’s definitely a sorceress!” “No, wait, she’s working on a secret formula for her desserts!” “I bet she’s mingling with the spirits of the music in the air!” The wild imaginations were entertaining, and Pezzy, ever the performer, played into each notation with gusto.

“Maybe she’s savoring the secret blend of herbal magic!” he teased, laughing in that distinct way that always made me smile. He instinctively knew how much I loved when he crafted playful narratives around the simplest truths.

“I can see if she’s at a point to come say something to y'all or to see if she wants to join us until the guys are ready to play the game.” Pezzy offered to chat, waiting to see their response. “Okay, okay I'll go see if she's down to join us.” Pezzy gets up out of his chair while taking his headphones off and fixing his hair. He walks out of the room and down the hall right where I was situated in the living room.

With a soft sigh and a gentle stroke to Sly's furry head, I rose from my snug fortress of cushions. The sweet chaos of the living room welcomed me with its familiar embrace—twinkling fairy lights casting warm glows amid scattered game controls and forgotten snacks. Curious, I made my way toward Pezzy's office, curious as to what had sparked this urgent call.

“Yes, my lover?” I spoke softly, taking small steps into his office. Looking at his monitors trying to understand what was the problem. He waved me over to his left side and smiled up at me.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he whispered, his voice tinged with a playful excitement. “Chat is wanting to talk to you or mostly wanting you to take over the stream as always. Especially when I am speed running.”

I could see the flickering lights from the screens illuminating his face, highlighting the spark in his eyes, and it made my heart flutter a little. I was always drawn to that childlike joy in him, especially when surrounded by the laughter and camaraderie of friends. But tonight felt different, as if the energy in the room crackled with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, the kind of joy that was infectious and inviting. “Oh, am I just the secret weapon for your streams now?” I teased playfully, leaning closer to him as I pretended to consider the idea. “What would they do without me, I wonder?”

Taking the moment seriously, Pezzy flashed an exaggerated frown and replied, “I’d probably just be a lonely speed-runner talking to myself. You know how they love your energy!”

“I mean I am pretty great, like c'mon I’m mama mod.” I said slightly slurring my words as I stumbled trying to climb into his lap. I get settled into his lap, as my legs are straddling him, my knees are hitting the back of his chair and my head is laying on his shoulder.

The late evening glow streamed through the large window, casting warm shadows across the cluttered room filled with gaming gear and colorful posters. The soft hum of the computer mixed with the faint electronic sounds from his streaming setup, creating a cozy ambiance that felt like home. Pezzy, immersed in his game, was the picture of concentration, yet his laughter rang out like a bell every time I made a playful jab.

With a dramatic sigh, I lay my head against his shoulder, letting my thoughts drift. “Okay, but seriously, without me, who would keep your chat entertained? I mean, look at all these folks tuning in for ‘Pezzy and the Voice of Chaos’—that’s my new title.” I grinned, causing him to chuckle again, the sound reverberating through the air.

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.

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