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Lucky Pack

Summary: It was a bright Saturday afternoon, and the small but cozy room was filled with the low hum of excitement and the soft glow of LED lights that illuminated the gaming setup. The camera was rolling, and you could feel the anticipation in the air as you prepared for yet another Pokémon card pack opening on Pezzy’s stream.

TW: Kissing, language, established relationship,

I had recently gotten my nails done, each finger adorned with intricate designs that shimmered like a treasure trove. Pezzy couldn’t help but beam with pride, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he often referred to me as "his hand model." I was hoping that today was special because I wanted to pull something fantastic from the packs, slightly wishing that he didn’t buy anymore packs.

As the packs were stacked on his desk, the aroma of cleaner and nostalgia wafted through the air, curling around me like a playful spirit. The chat was abuzz, a mixture of viewers cheering for your luck and a few teasing Pezzy about how he was just as excited to see you as he was about the cards. I smiled, my fingers gliding over the shiny wrappers, feeling the thrill of the hunt. I thanked a couple of chatters for complimenting my nails and my rings; reaching for the next pack.

With each pack I opened, I revealed cards filled with magnificent Pokémon illustrations, and the energy in the room heightened. I could hear Pezzy narrating, his voice laced with excitement, encouraging me with every flip of a card. The viewers echoed his enthusiasm as they guessed what card would come next.

And then it happened. As I peeled back the final card from a Fusion Strike pack, my eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that…?” I gasped, barely able to contain my excitement and slight relief. The Gengar full art card glimmered under the lights, its vivid colors and stunning artistry mesmerizing the audience. 

Pezzy’s reaction was instantaneous “OH SHIT!”— he erupted into a nearly uncontrollable frenzy of joy. The man who was usually calm and collected had lost his cool. “No way! No way! You got it!” he exclaimed, his voice reaching an octave that made even the viewers giggle. 

And before I could fully register the monumental card I had just pulled, Pezzy was wrapping me in a tight embrace, lifting me off the ground as he spun me around like a whirlwind. My laughter filled the room, infectious and pure. "You did it! You really did it!" he blurted out between kisses, the sweetness of the moment overwhelming.

His chaotic joy felt like fireworks, vibrant and illuminating. I could hardly process what was happening as he showered me with affection, his kisses warming my cheeks, his voice a mismatched blend of excitement and adorable nonsense. “We’re going to be done with this pack! You’re the best in the world! I can’t believe this!”

“Guys, chat, wait let's look at the centering is not that bad. BUT WE GOT THE CARD CHAT!” He sagged into his chair, pulling me into his lap; holding me like a childs’ favorite stuffed animal. “We can finally rest, I feel complete. I’m throwing the rest away.”

“UH uh sir, you spent money on those, you gonna open.” I say with sass while reading chat, they were all happy that Pezzy finally got his card, some were laughing at my response to him. “C’mon on beautiful grab another pack then.” He gestured as he laughed and laid his head on my back. 

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.

Mezcal Sour - Droid X F!Reader

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

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

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

*who is all gonna be there*

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

*oh STFU!*

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

*cool see ya soon*

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

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

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

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

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

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

 *BEEP BEEP*

*im headin to your room, 222?

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

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

*damn, ugh okay.*

*NOW YOU HAVE ME EXTRA NERVOUS*

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

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

*fine fine, i can do that ;)*

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

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.” 

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

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

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

Back Seating in Action-Pezzy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

backseating in action - Twitch

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Tiny Echoes In The Spotlight —Smii7y x Reader

f!reader, dilf smii7y, newborn baby, supportive boyfriend, stream interruptions, husband material, tender moments, request🦋

It was supposed to be just another evening—a typical stream for Jaren, better known to the world as Smii7y, while you juggled life with your newborn. But the peaceful flow of the night unraveled when piercing cries echoed through the house, louder and more relentless than usual. In the living room, you were pacing back and forth with the baby in your arms, doing everything you could to soothe them. “Shh, baby, please,” you whispered, your voice trembling with exhaustion. “Mommy’s here. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” The cries continued unabated, and you felt your chest tighten as frustration and guilt began to take over. It had been weeks of sleepless nights, weeks of trying to navigate this new chapter of parenthood. You hadn’t realized how much the exhaustion was eating away at you until tonight. “Please, baby,” you murmured, your tone pleading. “What’s wrong? Are you hungry? Does something hurt? Please, just tell me how to help.” You sank onto the couch, your hands trembling as you adjusted the blanket wrapped around your baby.

Your mind spiraled with self-doubt as their cries only seemed to grow louder. You felt like you were failing—failing as a parent, failing as a partner. You tried rubbing their back, humming softly, even bouncing them gently in your arms. But nothing seemed to work. Tears welled in your eyes, and despite your best efforts, they began to fall. “I’m sorry,” you whispered brokenly, your voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I’m trying so hard, and it’s still not enough.” In his recording room, Jaren was laughing with his chat, completely unaware of the scene playing out just a few rooms away. His laughter faltered, though, as a faint sound filtered through his mic—a baby’s cries. He paused mid-sentence, his head tilting as he listened. “Hang on, chat,” he said, muting his mic and standing up. “Be right back.” When Jaren stepped into the living room, his heart twisted at the sight before him. You were sitting on the couch, rocking the baby in your arms, tears streaming down your face as you tried desperately to soothe them.

He crossed the room quickly, crouching in front of you and placing a gentle hand on your knee. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice grounding you instantly. “What’s going on?” You looked up at him, your expression crumpling as fresh tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” you choked out. “I’ve tried everything, Jaren. I feel like… like I’m failing. As a mom, as your partner—I’m failing.” His brows furrowed, and he reached out to cup your cheek, brushing away your tears with his thumb. “Hey, stop that,” he said firmly but gently. “You are not failing. Do you hear me? You’re doing everything you can, and that makes you an amazing mom and an incredible partner.” “But he won’t stop crying,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I can’t make him stop, Jaren. I—” “You’ve been running on empty for weeks,” he interrupted softly. “You need a break, love. Let me take over for a bit.” You hesitated, your arms instinctively tightening around the baby. “But your stream—” “Can wait,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “They’ll understand. Right now, my family comes first.”

Before you could argue further, he gently took the baby from your arms, cradling them against his chest. The cries softened slightly as Jaren rocked them gently, his steady presence already starting to calm them. “Go lie down,” he urged, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got this.” Your resistance crumbled under the weight of exhaustion, and you nodded, standing up and wiping your face. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice heavy with gratitude. “Always,” he replied, giving you a reassuring smile. “Now go. Rest.” As you retreated to the bedroom, Jaren settled on the couch with the baby, adjusting the blanket around them before heading back into his recording area. Jaren returned to his recording room, his newborn son nestled snugly in his arms, the earlier cries reduced to soft hiccups. He settled into his chair, gently bouncing the baby to keep him calm as he adjusted his microphone. His chat, still buzzing from his abrupt departure, was full of speculation.

What happened?

Smii7y, you good?

Is everything okay?

Jaren unmuted his mic, his voice noticeably softer as he addressed the questions. “Sorry about that, chat,” he began, glancing down at the baby, who had started to nuzzle into his chest. “Something came up I had to take care of. Everything’s fine now.” The chat lit up with curiosity and concern.

You sure?

You sounded stressed

What’s that noise in the background?

Bro, are you hiding something?

Jaren hesitated for a moment, his lips quirking into a small smile as he looked down at his son. “Well… I guess there’s no hiding it now,” he said, his tone almost sheepish. “Uh, this is going to be a bit of a surprise for most of you.” The chat exploded.

What do you mean surprise??

Is Smii7y hiding a girlfriend?!

Spill the tea!

Chuckling softly, he leaned back in his chair, keeping one hand steady on the baby. “Alright, alright, calm down,” he said, shaking his head. “You guys know I don’t really do face cam stuff, but… I guess I’ll make an exception tonight. Hold on.” The anticipation in the chat was palpable as messages flooded the screen. Jaren clicked a few buttons, activating his rarely used face cam. The image flickered to life, revealing him sitting in his gaming chair with a tiny bundle cradled against his chest. “Chat, meet my son,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and tenderness. “This little guy is mine.” The reaction was instantaneous.

WAIT WHAT??

SINCE WHEN DOES SMII7Y HAVE A BABY??

OH MY GOD HE’S ADORABLE

YOU’RE A DAD???

I’M CRYING

Jaren laughed at the onslaught of messages, glancing down as his son let out a soft coo. “Yeah, it’s probably a bit of a shock,” he admitted. “We’ve been keeping things pretty private, but… well, there he is. The little Smii7y-in-training.” The baby shifted slightly, his tiny hand grasping at Jaren’s shirt. The chat erupted into a wave of hearts and affectionate comments.

LOOK AT HIS LITTLE HAND!

He’s perfect🥺

Dad Smii7y is real, and I love it

Jaren’s smile softened as he adjusted his hold on the baby. “He’s still figuring things out, but honestly, so are we,” he said, his tone more vulnerable now. “Parenthood’s no joke, man. It’s been sleepless nights and a lot of trial and error, but… it’s worth it.” The baby let out a soft sigh, and Jaren chuckled. “He’s the real MVP around here,” he said, glancing at the camera. “Momma’s getting some much-needed rest right now, so I’m on dad duty tonight.” The chat continued to gush over the baby, with fans praising Jaren for being so open and expressing their excitement for his new chapter. He stayed on for a while longer, answering questions and sharing small anecdotes about the early days of fatherhood, all while his son dozed peacefully in his arms. Eventually, Jaren turned off the face cam, his voice still warm as he addressed his audience. “Alright, chat, that’s enough excitement for tonight,” he said. “I’ll be back tomorrow, but for now, I gotta get this little guy settled. Thanks for being cool about this.” As he signed off, he looked down at his son, his heart swelling with love.

“You’ve got the whole internet wrapped around your finger already,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Just like your mom.” He carried the baby back to the living room, gently placing him in his bassinet before returning to you. Curling up beside you, he whispered words of encouragement, his hand resting over yours as the two of you finally found a moment of peace.

Not Clooless Anymore

Summary: Fairly Clooless part2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Epic April Fools

Summary: As the screen flickered with the ever-so-satisfying sight of paint slowly drying, you found yourself imagining a world beyond the confines of Smii7y’s April Fools’ Day masterpiece.

TW: Established relationship

"I watched Paint Dry"

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but your mind began to wander while you both sat on the couch, the sound of his voice narrating the mundane process filling the air.

“I swear, next year, I’m going to pull off the biggest prank ever,” Smii7y chuckled, adjusting his headset, his eyes still glued to the screen. His excitement was palpable, and even though you found the concept amusing, three hours of watching paint dry had started to wear thin on your patience. 

“Is it too soon to talk about dinner?” you asked playfully, nudging him with your elbow. 

“Dinner? But the paint is just about to reach its peak gloss!” he replied dramatically, feigning betrayal. But you could see the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile—he loved how easy it was to playfully poke fun at each other.

As you got up to refill your glass of water, you thought about meals for the week. Meal prepping had been something you both talked about doing—after all, weeknight dinners could get chaotic with his streaming schedule and your own commitments.

“Okay, how about we make a deal?” you suggested, returning with a glass of ice-cold water. “If I help you with the video for the next prank, you promise to meal prep with me tomorrow.”

“Perfect! I can’t turn down an offer like that,” he replied, eyes sparkling with mischief. “But you have to promise to be just as creative with our meal options as I am with my jokes.”

“Deal!” you grinned, knowing exactly where this was heading. You would challenge one another to create funny meal names based on the absurdity he thrived on. “How about… ‘Steam-Powered Veggies’ for our stir fry?”

Smii7y burst into laughter, nodding enthusiastically. “And I’ll make sure my signature ‘Mystery Meat’ is on the menu, because what’s a prank without a little surprise, right?”

The banter transitioned seamlessly back to the video as the paint-stirring narration went on, but there was that subtle undertone of excitement brewing between you both over the meal prepping idea. 

Three hours into the video, with a few comments suggested hilariously, you decided you could best support him from afar. You snuck your phone out and started messaging your favorite food blogs, searching for witty meal inspiration to bring to life in your own prep session. 

After a while, you turned to him again. “Okay, I’ll leave you to your paint-drying magic for a while. I have some meal ideas to brainstorm, and I’ll check in on your progress later on.”

“Fine, but don’t blame me when you miss the most exciting part!” he teased, waving his arms as you walked towards the kitchen.

As you flipped through ideas, envisioning a week filled with laughter—and pranks over dinner—you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. Smii7y always found ways to make the mundane hilarious, and together, you’d craft a series of meals worthy of a viral video in their own right.

Later that evening, as you wrapped up your brainstorming, you made your way back to him, ready for whatever absurd ideas he had pulled from his six hours of paint drying. 

Together, the two of you began strategizing your prank-filled meal plan, transforming the evening into laughter, creativity, and, who knows, perhaps an April Fools’ Meal Prep Challenge to share with his audience!