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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.

Oblivious Friends - Grizzy X Reader/ Clooless Pod X Reader

Summary: Unknown relationships can happen right underneather your nose, but are you really that sneaky?

TW: Cursing, podcasting, established relationship, online persona known as raye. if i missed anything lmk

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*Hey, anyway that you're free for like 3 hours, in like 30 or less minutes sweetheart? *

*I think it’s your lucky day cuz I just need to put up my groceries*

*Why what’s up, love? *

*Our special guest backed out due to some travel complications, and we said to our audience that it’s someone “famous” ….*

*HAhaha, ofc let me put if my cold items and I’ll be over*

*wait, to puff's house, right? *

*Yes honey, do I need to resend his address?*

*nope! I got it in our previous messages!*

*i'll see you in 30ish minutes love*

I finished organizing my fridge and freezer groceries, grabbed one of my bottles of gamer supps that I stole from the Grizzly bear. Slipped on my white off brand converse with my keys in hand, off to my new adventures for guys.

After zooming in and around traffic for 15 minutes I arrived at BigPuffers house. I texted my lover that I am here and not wanting to cause a big scene. 

*Hey babes, I’m here. Just wanted to let you know it me at the door so tell Puffer not to pull a gun on me again please LMAO*

I got out of my car, door shut and locked it so no one would steal it. I was fixing my outfit as I was walking towards the front door. I did a mentally checked that I had everything I needed, keys, purse, drink, phone and gum. I knocked on the door, patiently waiting for someone to answer. I heard the top lock unlock, when the door opened it was my lover. When he invited me into BigPuffers house, I put my purse on the entry side table by the door. I turned around and reached my arms up so he would give me a hug. He responded with a small chuckle and wrapped his muscle arms around my waist.

“Don't you look gorgeous as always babe.” he whispered into my ear with a small peck on the side of my head, as he was pulling away from me

“Trust me babe, the laid-back look is for you.” I whispered back while biting my lip and wink from my left eye. He shook his head like it was unbelievable. 

“Come on, let's get you to the podcast room.” Grizzy said taking my elbow since my hands were full of my stuff.

“Hi Megan, I know you're somewhere in the house, gorgeous!” I shouted into the house not seeing her anywhere.

“Hi ___! Good Luck on the podcast with those fools!” I heard Megan respond back to me. I laughed at her. 

We were walking back to the “spare” room, which was turned into the Clooless podcast room. Grizzy's hand was slipping from my elbow to my back, down to my butt and he got himself a handful before we were in front of the guys. I shook my head that he was so confident in private just not in front of the guys. Grizzy entered the room before me due to him taking the lead to open the door for me.

“Guess who I convinced to join us at the last minute?” Grizzy asked the boys. 

“Uhh-erm-I don't know.” I heard from Pezzy, Droid, and Puffer.

I jumped into the room with my arms out like a kid surprising his best friend after not seeing them forever.

“Raye!”“___!”“___!” The boys all hopped up to greet me or give me a hug. 

After giving hugs out and briefly catching up on life after it being a couple of months of seeing them. The last time I saw them was the day after Puffer moved into his new house. I was helping Megan unpack and sort everything out so we could have a girl talk but still getting her stuff put up. They all sat down in the respected spot, camera already rolling, I was looking at them waiting for them to tell me where I was going to sit.

“Here ___, take this pillow so you can either sit on the floor comfortably or sit in between Pezzy and Droid.” Puffer said while handing me a fluffy black pillow.

“Alrighty, I'll probably switch in between the couch and the floor.” I informed the boys on the couch giving them a heads up. 

I sat my cup on the table in front of Pezzy, putting the pillow on the floor but sat on the couch so I can start the podcast off comfy. 

“Dude that cup goes; wait that cup goes hard.” Grizzy exclaimed

“What? Wait, that one?” Pezzy pointed at my cup.

“The manga panels?” Droid questioned while looking at it.

“Yeah we talked about that one.” Pezzy said stating the obvious

“Yeah that one makes me hard.” Droid jokes

Grizzy stares down at Pezzy, while his right hand is doing the “gimme gimme” motion, till Pezzy hands him my Gamer Supps black and white cup.

“Alright, okay there you go man.” Pezzy carefully handed him the cup. Everyone laughs with each other with how Grizzy is acting.

“Be careful with my cup now, I didn't bring extra flavors with me.” I stated to Grizzy

“He’s like a little kid, ‘let me see it’.” Pezzy mocks Grizzy

“I don't know how to react to that.” Puffer states, as Pezzy and Droid laughs

“Grizzy, you know that I stole that cup from you, right?” I asked 

“Wait how’d you steal it?” Puffer asked, I responded with a smile and wink. Grizzy didn't see that due to him twirling the cup around to see all the panels.

“WHAT? Why didn't I know this was missing?!” Grizzy questioned like I just took away his favorite toy as he is still examining the cup. I shrug my shoulders while taking my cup back so I can get a drink. I sat down on the pillow due to me being a bit squashed between the guys. 

“Bruh, that is hard.” Grizzy says while mesmerized by the cup, mostly the booba’s that are on it.

“Nothing, it's just a very cool cup.” Droid comments

“Yeah, why do you think I stole it?” I questioned the group with a smile on my face, flipping the cap close while looking at Grizzy with a slight mischievous look. 

“That's the, uh, the collection of the, like their whole waifu drop or whatever.” Puffer educates us on Gamer Supp.

“Yeah, that was like their season seven and they like put it all one” Pezzy says looking a me on the floor

“Every content creator or is it just random?” Droid asked wanting to learn more

“Huh, didn’t think of that.” I said while handing it back to Grizzy cause he wanted to look at the cup again.

“No, their own waifu.” Pezzy answered looking back at me but i was looking at Droid

“Oh, so people should use code Cloo at checkout,” Grizzy plugged as I made finger guns towards the camera

“Code Cloo or link in the description.” Droid echoed 

“I like that, I like that, no gonna lie to you man.” Grizzy agreed with Droid

“Oh my god, we can NOT start the episodes like this.” Puffer moaned

“We can't just start plugging.” Pezzy nonchalantly, I mouthed to the camera to use code Cloo or Griz at checkout with a wink. I started laughing to myself

“Yeah, we can. Take your own Cloo.” Grizzy and Droid said as Pezzy laughed and puffer shaking his head.

“Ayo we just bought a house, Code Cloo.’ Droid informed the camera pointing to himself and Grizzy.

“Now can I please have my cup back?” I groaned

“Help, help.” Grizzy mocked droid begging for money

“Was that a good intro?” Droid questioned Puffer

“It was a good intro but guys, a special guest is here!” Puffer exclaimed

“Yeah, guys I'm here!” i sang while putting my hands on my chin smiling big

“This isn't totally last minutes at all,” Droid sang back while i turned my head to face him with a frown

“Come on Droid I know you're happy to see me.” I sarcastically said while throwing my arms around him giving him a second hug.

Droid starts full body laughing with me basically in his lap, as he wrapped his arms around me to return the hug. Once I got situated back to my spot in between the boys, I looked over at Grizzy who was tight lipped smiling. I knew he was mad or jealous, but it was his idea that we had to hide our relationship from the guys and fans. I gave him a quick questionary look, as he looked at his wrist to signal that we will talk about it later, hopefully after the podcast. 

“Alright alright hands off me woman.” Droid jesters with me for the camera

“Yo, what's up? Welcome back to the Clooless podcast, Episode 6. We are on 6 right? Anyway, we are here with, of course, our special guest, Raye.” Droid finally does the intro

“Yeah, yes I couldn't remember how to count in Spanish.” Grizzly struggled to figure out as Pezzy was counting to six in Spanish on his fingers.

“See he is bilingual; he is my dawg.” Droid said to Puffer

“I am disappointed.” Puffer commented

“Count to 10 in Spanish” Pezzy demanded of Puffer

“How do you say 11 in Spanish? Grizzy

“Uhhh- that's a good question.” Droid responded sounding lost, Pezzy threw his head back laughing and Grizzy started to wheeze.

“Once,” I answered, since Droid didn't know. (eleven)

“I could kiss you, right now. Don't play with me Raye. You know Spanish?” Droid played flirted with me

“Sí, sé hablar español. Aprendí el idioma desde que era un bebé.” I replied to Droid in Spanish. (Yes, I know how to speak Spanish. I learned the language since I was a baby)

“WHAaatt?!” All the guys seemed to gaspingly yell in unison. 

“What? I know English, French and Spanish.” I informed the guys, I was slightly shocked and hurt that Grizzy didn't remember that. 

“See now rewind back, I cannot count 11 - 19 in Spanish, but 20s and up, I can” Droid tried to defend himself. Seems like he caught on to my disappointed reaction and was trying to take the heat off of me. 

“You add an extra at the end of it, right?” Puffer asked

“Exactly its veintiuno, veintidos. Thats 20s, now 11-19 fuck all.” Droid counted (21.22)

“I don't remember at all.” Grizzy said while shaking his head

“Droid you better stop now, you got that Spanish rizz going for ya. You're making Grizzy fluster.” I joked around with Droid, while leaning on Pezzy a bit. 

As I was finally a little comfortable, I looked at Puffer and winked, he started laughing and shaking his head. I heard a weird noise, so I flicked my head around to look at Grizzy and I could see him clenching his pants in his fist. Since Pezzy let me lean on him for a while as he was trying to figure out how to count 11 - 19 in Spanish;  he thought he figured it out he sat straight up and asked Droid. Which led to me sliding off the couch to sit back down on the floor, where my butt pillow sat for my “assigned” spot. I looked at Grizzy when I was sitting, and he had an apprehensive look on his face to see I was finally away from the guys. 

Later on down the night, we wrap up the podcast with one last thought or topic on Puffer's brain.

“Wait, Raye, how do you know Grizzy?” Puffer asked

“Grizzy and I met through our connection of music. As some people know me from singing, Grizzy actually made one of the beats to one of my top 10 songs.” I explained while smiling and looking at him.

“Also, it has turned out to be one of my personal favorite songs too!” i exclaimed with giddiness 

“Yeah, we met through one of her producers that I knew and bam we met irl, and we clicked from then on and kept in contact.” Grizzy added onto the story while looking around in the room but ended up staring back at me.

“To add on to our story, we have actually been dating for a couple months now too.” Grizzy revealed.

“I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING ON!” Puffer yelled while getting up like if the Dallas Cowboys scored a touchdown. I was full of shock that Grizzy decided to go public and started belly laughing at puffer's reaction. I was happy the cat was finally out of the bag, no more hiding.

I got out of my criss-cross applesauce position on the floor and walked over and sat on Grizzy’s lap, like I was claiming my area if I were an animal. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and snuggled into his side

“Alright let's wrap it up now!” Puffer says walking back into the camera frame

“We wanna say Q&A?” Puffer ask Droid and Pezzy

“Sure” “Oh yeah” Droid and Pezzy acknowledged

“So next episode we want to do a Q&A, leave a comment below of a question you might have, that you want to ask us. Could be something that you're curious about that you heard on the podcast, and you're like can you explain this more? Tell us more about it? UH just leave it below in the YouTube comments or Spotify comments, um, Apple comments." Puffer explained to the camera for the audience/fans.

“All of the above.” Droid expanded on Puffer explanation

“While you are there, rate the podcast 5 stars!” I yelled and pointed my finger at the camera

“Also, I better not see or hear any questions about our super personal life.” i said threatening the fans

“Yes, baby we know. I won't answer anything ridiculous, you know this.” Grizzy said to calm me down as his arms squeezed around my hips, possessively.

“Alright guys, use Code Cloo.”” Stay Clooless” “Save money” “10% OFF AT CHECKOUT”

Playing w/Fire - Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Taking Pezzy serious when he says something as a joke

TW: Established relationship, kissing, cursing, sexual not smut, female pronouns, lmk if i missed anything <3

“YEAH Pezz lets get this dickhead for killing us!” I screamed into the mic as my character was charging the undead boss in Sea of Thieves.

“T-Uh I thought you were going to say “Get that dick” and i was gonna be like “Fuck yeah, tonight?” Sorry.” Pezzy explained but at the end he started laughing, he started leaning his head on his mic, hiding his red face.

“BABY! BRUH! NOT ON YOUR STREAM!” I screamed in shock at him while my face started growing red as fire. I hit my hand on my desk and backed away. I got up from my desk heading to his office to confront him on stream/camera.

“Oh no, guys, I hear her walking to my office right now. Be prepared to clip, cause I don't know what she has in mind.” Pezzy comments to chat. 

I slam open the door and hear him gasp, I look at him with an innocent face and smirk growing. He is holding a hand over his heart pretending to be scared of me. He looks over at me with his chair fully turned to me, giving me his full attention.

“Hi baby, whatcha doing?” He questions me wearily

“Oh you know, doing what you said.” I said back to him like it was riddle

“What did I say?” Pezzy answers back with a question

“Getting dick tonight.” I stated bluntly, while walking over to him. I climbed onto his lap while turning us around so chat could see us.

*OOO pezzy is getting lucky tonight*

*OoOoo*

*GET SOME PEZZY*

*PEZZY HAS THAT RIZZ WITH HIS GF*

*should i leave? Shits getting spicy now*

“Hi Pezzy’s chat, as you know I’m ___, his girlfriend, now after what someone said. I think its time to shut off the stream.” I said like the plan was full in effect, while on his lap I felt something hitting my inner thigh.

“So I love you all, he will see you tomorrow, probably around this time. Not gonna lie to yall. Byeeeeee, Pezz shut off your stream.” I demanded, i watch as Pezzy puts his hand on the house and hover over the ‘End Stream’ button. Once he clicks it and we both triple check that the stream did really end. He picks me up, my hands behind his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on my ass. He starts walking out of his recording room, towards our bedroom.

“I can't believe you really came in on stream and did that.” Pezzy says surprised

“Whattt? I'm only doing as I was told” I shrugged as I started attacking his neck with kisses and giving him hickeys.

“Definitely show this off tomorrow on stream” i commented 

“Baby, stop, I have a group session tomorrow.” Pezzy whines, hiding his groans.

“Nope, you gotta make me stop.” I said kissing him on the lips.

“Oh you’re in trouble once I get your pretty ass to our bedroom.” He taunts me as I giggle, looking at him with full eye contact.

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.

Date with a Secret Identity

Summary: The girl, ___, was an aspiring artist who saw the world through swirls of color and imagination. Her boyfriend, Smii7y/Jared, was a quiet guy, at least when he wasn't in front of a camera. Little did __ know, the reason their date had sparked some curious glances was because of a secret that Smii7y had kept from her.

TW: Fake Name used, established relationship, secrets

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the couple strolled through the local park, hand in hand, delighted to be in each other’s company. Children played, dogs barked, and the scent of kettle corn filled the air. I was lost in my thoughts, envisioning the next masterpiece I would create while Jared tried to enjoy our time together, despite the curious stares we received.

“See that guy over there? He keeps looking over here, mostly at you, which is weird,” I said, chuckling lightly as I nudged my boyfriend with my elbow.

Jared laughed, “Yeah, I’m kind of a legend around here.” 

I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on my lips. “Really? I thought you just played video games and posted funny stuff online. What kind of legend gets recognized at the park?”

“Oh, just the kind that’s super modest,” he replied with a wink. “I just make silly videos, that’s all.”

He hoped her belief in his understated self-image would remain intact, as he tried to let it roll off his back. But inside, he felt a twinge of guilt. He cherished their time together, but how could he explain his world to someone who had no idea he was one of the most recognized YouTubers, creating a whirl of popularity in the gaming community?

As we settled on a nearby bench to enjoy our snacks, the curious guy approached us. He was in his late teens, wearing a hoodie emblazoned with a video game controller. “Excuse me,” he stammered, clearly nervous. “Are you… Smii7y?”

I watched my boyfriend in surprise. His calm demeanor didn’t match the surprise flickering in my heart. 

“Uh, yeah,” Jared replied, his voice steady. The recognition sparked in the young man’s eyes. “I’m a huge fan. Can I take a picture with you?”

My heart raced with both excitement and confusion. A fan? With an inkling of realization dawning on me, I watched as Jared gracefully obliged, sharing laughter and casual banter while they posed. The young man beamed, his attitude shifting from shy to starstruck in an instant. 

As the fan walked away, a swell of curiosity bubbled within me. “So… you really are a legend? A YouTube star?” I asked, unable to mask her astonishment any longer.

Jared sighed softly and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I am. I just didn’t want to make it weird or change how we are. I wanted this date to just be us, not anyone else.” 

I chuckled, my heart swelling with affection. “You silly boy, you should know by now that you can’t hide that incredible side of you from me!” 

In that moment, we both realized how differently we viewed fame. I valued the quiet moments of intimacy and creativity; Jared valued authenticity. After all, beneath the fame was a guy who simply wanted to share moments of joy and laughter, just like the beautiful day we were enjoying together.

Goddess In the Kitchen

Summary: The atmosphere in the small house was filled with the soft hum of Grizzy’s streaming setup. His focus was glued to the vibrant screen, a world of digital adventures unfolding around him. In a kitchen not far away, the tantalizing aromas of a homemade meal wafted through the air, You had been busy preparing a feast.

Tw: Established Relationship

With a gentle knock on the door to his streaming room, I called out, “Grizzy, can I come in?”

“Absolutely, come on in!” came his enthusiastic reply, tinged with excitement that already made me smile.

I pushed open the door, stepping into his world. He paused, his gaze shifting from the screen to me, his eyes lighting up like fireworks on a summer night. There I stood in his doorway to his office, holding the steaming plates, haloed by warmth and love. 

“Whoa,” he exclaimed, his jaw dropping in exaggerated disbelief. “What is this? Are you a wizard? A culinary goddess? Because I was just about to order DoorDash, but now… now I’m not sure why I even thought about it!”

I chuckled softly, pride swelling in my chest as I placed the dish on his desk beside his gaming setup. “Just a little something I whipped up. I know you haven't eaten yet.”

Grizzy leaned back in his chair, momentarily forgetting about this live stream and his discord call; immersing himself in the present. “You are THIS close to being the perfect partner,” he joked, holding up his fingers, barely an inch apart. “Do you know what this means? I’m in the presence of culinary royalty.”

His playful worship made my heart flutter. “Royalty needs to eat,” I teased back, staring at the plate of my delicious spread. “Besides, I wouldn’t let you starve while you’re busy working, now would I?”

“No, absolutely not!” he declared, reaching for the plate I offered him. Taking the first bite, his eyes widened in utter astonishment, and he erupted into praise. “Oh, my stars! This is AMAZING! How do you do it? Like, are you secretly a chef? Am I dating Gordon Ramsay?”

I laughed, enjoying his theatrics, but trying to focus on the moment. “No fancy chefs here, just a girl who loves her boyfriend and knows his favorite meals.”

“Lucky me!” Grizzy exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. As he devoured the meal, he continued to send good-natured, exaggerated praises my way, lifting my spirits and filling the room with laughter. “I can’t believe I’ve been debating on takeout. This is the wife material I never knew I needed! You’ve set the bar so high, I don’t think I can ever have takeout again!”

“You’re too much,” I said, playfully rolling my eyes, my heart swelling with affection. “Just wait until I experiment with baking. That’s when my true power will be revealed!”

“Bring it on!” he cheered, diving back into his meal with renewed vigor. “I’m ready for the ultimate dessert showdown!”

As I laughed and shared bites of food, the energy in the room shifted from the digital lights of gaming to the warm, comforting glow of companionship.

“Sorry guys, back to the game and sorry chat. She is just amazing, I SWEAR!” I heard him yell in enthusiasm, as I was walking back to the kitchen; to put up leftovers and do the dirty dishes.

Midnight Lament

Summary: Droid seemed like a typical guy: he laughed with his friends, played video games into the wee hours of the morning, and shared stories over coffee at local cafés. But beneath the surface, he was struggling with a storm of emotions, specifically about his past relationship with ___, who had once filled his heart with joy.

Tw: Angst, breakup

Inspired by: Words I Didn't Say by Why Don't We

Droid spent countless sleepless nights lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while memories danced through his mind like fading shadows. He had always been the type to prioritize his streaming projects over everything else, believing that success would give life meaning. However, over time, he withdrew from ___, offering her promises that never manifested and canceling plans that left her feeling unworthy and neglected. Words he never said haunted him: “I love you,” “I’m sorry,” and “I can’t live without you.” Each word echoed louder the longer he lay there, squeezing his heart until it ached with regret.

One particularly stormy night, as raindrops rhythmically tapped against the windowpane, Droid felt a heavy weight in his chest. Anger mixed with sadness as the realization hit him that he had messed up a love that had brought him immeasurable happiness. He had chosen his dreams over a vibrant future with ___, and now he was alone, drowning in an ocean of “what-ifs” and “could-have-beens.”

As memories flooded through Droid's mind, he could almost hear ___'s laughter echoing in the corridors of his heart. It was the sound that had pulled him out of darkness, the kind of laughter that painted every moment of their time together in brilliant colors. But now, everything seemed muted and grey. The vibrant dreams he had once cherished felt empty without her.

Droid found himself wrapped in a cloak of nostalgia, every cherished memory swirling around him like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze. Each laugh, every shared joke, danced through the air, but they felt distant, as if they belonged to another life. Without ___, the colors of his existence faded into monochrome, and even the most exciting streaming milestones felt hollow. 

He closed his eyes and tried to summon the happiness they once shared. The memory of their first date came rushing back, an image so vivid it almost felt tangible. He remembered the way ___'s eyes sparkled under the twinkling fairy lights of the little café, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, glinting like spun gold. They had sat for hours, talking about everything and nothing, each word drawing them closer like magnetic forces. That night, he had promised her the universe, and somehow, he had lost track of his promise in a hurricane of ambition.

The nights they spent binge-watching shows, curling into one another on the couch, felt like laughter-filled dreams, now severed by the weight of regret. Droid had gotten so wrapped up in his aspirations that he put aside the small, beautiful moments that had made his life rich. He could see ___'s comforting smile, hear her spirited debates over their favorite characters, and most importantly, remember how her presence made even the mundane feel magical.

The memories started to shift, distort, and twist into shapes of sorrow. He could picture the last time they were together, how her laughter had grown quieter, how her eyes watched him with a mixture of love and unacknowledged hurt. “You’re always busy, Droid,” she had said softly, the weight of her words crashing down like the storm outside. "Sometimes, I feel like you’re more in love with your dreams than you are with me."

At the time, he had brushed it off, thinking she was just being dramatic. But now, in the silence of his room, those words echoed with devastating clarity. He had chased the illusion of success while neglecting the very person who made his life worth living. Loneliness curled around him like a familiar yet unwanted blanket, squeezing tightly as he felt the reality of his choices.

In that moment of vulnerability, something inside Droid stirred. He recalled the nights ___ had offered her unwavering support, the times she encouraged him when others doubted his abilities. She had been his greatest cheerleader, yet he had failed to return the favor in her time of need. Anger bubbled up within him, not directed at her but at himself. The regret morphed into a burning determination. It was time to acknowledge his failings and commit to being better.

Desperate for closure, Droid decided to reach out to ___ one last time. He crafted a message filled with apologies and honesty—a plea for forgiveness and understanding. However, when he pressed 'send', his heart sank. Instead of instant replies, he received the chilling truth that brought him to his knees: ___ had blocked him on all platforms. No texts. No calls. No social media connection. Just silence.

Droid felt a profound loneliness envelop him, as though the world had faded to grey. He realized that ___ had moved on. He remembered the way her eyes lit up when they talked about their future together and how the warmth of her laughter filled the room. But all he had given her were promises and half-hearted attempts to bridge the emotional gap he had created. Now, he saw the stark reality that he had pushed her too far.

The Kindhearted King's- Droid x Reader, Clooless x reader

Summary: ___ just had surgery, and the gang turned their cooking stream into making dinner for her.

TW: fluffy, Established relationship, platonic friendships

“Hi, chat!” Droid greeted the camera as he went live on Twitch. “So as yall know we are going to be doing a cooking stream and instead of doing something sweet, we are actually going to make dinner. Now why the change you might ask?”

“The change of plans happened since my lovely girlfriend, as yall know _, had to have emergency surgery on her knee.” Droid gives the information out as he was pacing on the camera

“So, let’s make this dinner extra special for____,” Droid added, peeking into the living room where was sound asleep with Sly, recovering from her surgery. “She deserves the best chat, like come on, look at me.”

Grizzy, with his chef’s hat perched precariously on his head walks into frame, boomed, “Alright, team! What are we going to whip up? I vote for a feast worthy of a queen!”

“Let’s make _’s favorite! Fettuccine Alfredo with garlic bread,” Droid announced, flipping through a digital cookbook app. The chat exploded with excitement.

As they gathered ingredients, Pezzy took charge of boiling the pasta. With a flourish, he tossed the noodles into the pot, making an exquisite splash that soaked his apron. “It’s a part of the cooking process!” he proclaimed, as viewers laughed along.

Meanwhile, Grizzy was in charge of making the sauce. “Butter and cream—a classic combo!” he sang, mixing in zest and a touch too much salt when he wasn't looking. Puffer, working beside him, tried to keep the peace. “Easy on the salt, Grizzy! We don’t want _ waking up thinking she just bit into the ocean!”

Across the countertop, Droid managed the garlic bread. He topped the slices with butter and herbs, all while playfully pretending to be a food critic for the stream. He raised an imaginary glass, saying, “I declare this garlic bread ready for the finest of palates!”

As the aroma of buttery, garlicky goodness filled the kitchen, Grizzy stirred the sauce with enthusiasm, and viewers began to leave comments about how amazing everything looked. Their streaming chat was alive with advice, encouragement, and playful banter.

“Maybe we should add a surprise ingredient?” Pezzy suggested, mischievously. “What if we make it fancier and add a little mushroom?”

“Or some peas?” Puffer added. Grizzy feigned horror, “No green—this is a classic!”

Just then, a soft snore echoed from the living room, causing everyone to stop and look over. “Shhh the baby is still sleeping!” Droid whispered, trying to keep the atmosphere calm. “Let’s finish up before she wakes up craving the food we’re cooking.”

Finally, after much laughter, splashes of sauce, and a tiny kitchen fiasco involving an overturned bowl of cheese, the feast was complete. They plated the fettuccine Alfredo alongside the golden garlic bread, and it looked like something out of a five-star restaurant.

“Let’s bring it to her together!” Droid said, excitement bubbling over. They carefully tiptoed towards the living room where _ lay sound asleep, surrounded by her cozy blankets.

As they approached, Sly was tucked into ___’s blanket then, _ stirred slightly but remained blissfully unaware of the deliciousness unfolding before her. Droid gently placed the steaming plates on the table nearby. “! Dinner is served!” he said softly.

With the four friends gathered around her, the aroma wafted through the air and finally stirred _ awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and she took in the sight of her friends, laughter in their eyes and kindness in their hearts. “What’s this?” she asked, her voice still sleepy.

“Your favorite!” Puffer declared with pride. “Made with love and hate.”

The joy on _'s face melted their hearts. They laughed and shared stories of their cooking escapades and streamed the moments that followed—her delight at the pasta, the playful teasing between friends, and even a few bloopers they had captured along the way.

As the evening wore on, the chat flooded with heart emojis and encouragement, each viewer feeling a part of the unlikely family gathering taking place. _, feeling cared for and cherished, recognized just how lucky she was to have friends like these and a loving partner by her side.

As the stream wrapped up, viewers couldn’t help but feel like they were part of something truly special—a celebration of friendship, kindness, and delicious food. They knew they'd be back for more adventures with The Clooless Gang, and that this was just the beginning of many more culinary capers to come.

Turn it off

Summary: Droid's phone keeps going off during your dinner date.

TW: Established relationship

Inspired by: Turn it Off by Why Don't We

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, you and your boyfriend Droid stepped into the lively little bistro tucked away on a cobblestone street. Despite the hum of chatter and clinking cutlery, your heart raced with excitement; tonight was your special night.

You settled into a cozy booth, illuminated by the gentle glow of a flickering candle. The aroma of fresh herbs and grilled meats wafted from the kitchen, setting the perfect atmosphere for an intimate evening. However, as soon as you began to peruse the menu, Droid's phone vibrated sharply on the table.

“Just ignore it!” you suggested playfully, trying to mask your disappointment. After all, Droid was a famous streamer on Twitch, garnering thousands of fans who practically lived in his DMs. But tonight, you wanted him all to yourself.

The vibration cut through your laughter like a sudden gust of wind. With a sigh, Droid sheepishly picked up his phone, glancing at the notifications with a familiar twinkle in his eye. “It’s just the chat buzzing,” he laughed. “I promise, I’ll turn it off!”

He switched his phone to silent mode and placed it face down, but just moments later, another barrage of notifications rang out from the depths of his pocket. The phone was still vibrating, a chorus of demands clamoring for his attention. 

You gave him an affectionate nudge, a playful smirk on your face. “Put them DMs going on vacation, 'Cause tonight, we goin' private and nobody else allowed. Turn it off, please.”

Droid chuckled, looking up at you with those endearing LED-lit eyes, his facial features morphing into a blend of mischief and affection. “You’re right,” he conceded, a hint of vulnerability shining through. He leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. “They can wait. You’re the only one I want to talk to right now.”

With that, he powered his phone down completely, slipping it into a pocket where it could no longer distract him. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of you ensconced in a flickering bubble of warmth and laughter.

guys, I'm working on a big one rn of the sleepover stream, tis very juicy (imo) so if I run out of fics to post, I'm working on this big bitch who is already over 3k words.... I'm aiming for possibly 7k. so be ready my loves