Goddess In The Kitchen

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! 💕

Fun Lovin'

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

TW: Established relationship, kissing, teasing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.” 

HI so ive never requested a fic before but i love your writing so im taking my chances, could we get a pezzy fic kind of based on dress by taylor swift? maybe like yall and the clooless guys go out to a bar and you wear a new dress to get his attention and it works? thinking smut but im not sure if you write it so it doesn’t have to be. thank you!!

The Dress that Turned Heads

In a bustling city where the lights sparkled like stars, five friends decided to take a break from their everyday adventures. Pezzy, Grizzy, Puffer, ElasticDroid, and you were all excited for a night out at the Lavender Lounge, the trendiest bar in town, known for its whimsical cocktails and enchanting atmosphere. But this wasn’t just any night out—it was a night filled with unspoken feelings and silent glances.

From the moment you slipped into that flirty dress, you felt a rush of confidence. The fabric hugged your curves just right, and the twinkle of fairy lights reflected off your sparkling shoes. You had always hoped to catch Pezzy’s eye, but tonight you wanted to spark a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Little did you know, Pezzy had a reciprocated glimmer of feeling but was skillfully masking it behind a playful smile.

As you entered the Lavender Lounge, the air was thick with laughter and the hum of music. Grizzy and Puffer snatched up a table near the dance floor, while ElasticDroid eagerly grabbed the latest cocktails tossed your way with intricate garnishes. But you had one mission—to catch Pezzy’s attention.

With every sip of your fizzy drink, you subtly threw glances in Pezzy’s direction. You found courage in the rhythm of the music, the way the lyrics seemed like they were written just for you. The night unfolded with jovial discussions, teasing remarks, and dance moves that got everyone on their feet.

As the DJ spun a shuffle of love songs, you could see the flicker of interest in Pezzy’s eyes, but still, Pezzy played it cool, engaging with Grizzy and Puffer as if oblivious to your dazzling efforts. Then, in a moment that felt woven by fate, ElasticDroid suggested a game—a round of truth or dare.

“Pezzy,” you suggested playfully, “truth or dare?” Your heart raced in anticipation.

“Dare,” Pezzy replied with a grin, clearly ready for some fun.

“I dare you to dance with…” you hesitated, letting the air turn thick with tension as you locked eyes with Pezzy. “Me.”

A chorus of cheers erupted, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Pezzy jumped up, took your hand, and led you to the center of the dance floor as if the world around you faded away. The moment you started dancing, everything else became blurry—the lights, the laughter, the music, all fused into a mesmerizing backdrop.

Pezzy swayed gracefully, a smile dancing on his lips. Your heart raced like a rollercoaster, and as you lost yourself in the moment, you felt an unspoken connection blossom between the two of you. You could see that Pezzy’s shy glances were no longer so hidden, and perhaps, just perhaps tonight would end differently.

After a few exhilarating songs, the game resumed and laughter filled the air. However, your heart was still beating for Pezzy alone. In a bold move, you leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I bought this dress just for you, you know,” letting your feelings spill into the melody of the night.

Pezzy raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise mixed with something deeper swirling within those sparkling eyes. “Oh really?” Pezzy teased back, with playful mischief dancing on our smiles. 

You laughed lightly, leaning closer, “Only to take it off later,” you said with a wink, pushing the playful energy to the surface, both of your hearts racing now.

With a boldness fueled by the dim lights and the thrill of the night, Pezzy stepped closer. The atmosphere shifted, charged with recognition—finally, both of you were ready to acknowledge what had been lingering in the air.

The music pulsed through the air, each beat matching the rhythm of your racing hearts. Pezzy stepped even closer, the warmth radiating between you creating a bubble that felt like a secret oasis amidst the bustling bar. In that moment, the world around you faded even further, leaving just the two of you surrounded by twinkling lights and the heady scent of anticipation.

“Do you want to take it off now?” Pezzy whispered playfully, a teasing smirk dancing on his lips as they leaned in. The question hung in the air, thick and intoxicating, electrifying every nerve in your body.

You bit your lip, feeling heat bloom in your cheeks. “Maybe just a little bit closer,” you replied coyly, inviting Pezzy into the intimate space between you, your bodies swaying in sync with the rhythm of the music. The beat grew deeper, more intense, each pulse of the song igniting the flame of shared passion burning brightly between you.

As your bodies moved closer on the dance floor, the energy around you felt charged, as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring you together. Pezzy’s hand brushed against your waist, the contact sending shivers down your spine. You leaned against them, feeling the heat of his body in response, urging the tension to escalate.

With every sway and every step, the dance floor transformed into your private stage, and you felt a magnetic pull toward Pezzy that you could no longer ignore. You spun around, facing Pezzy fully, and as you locked eyes, a spark ignited that couldn’t be extinguished. The familiar coolness of the bar air was overwhelmed by the heat radiating between you both.

Pezzy took your hands in his, guiding your movements, his touch igniting a fire within you that ignited with every turn and twirl. You danced as if no one else existed, lost among the beats, enveloped in the music. Your laughter rang out, blended with the melodies of the lounge, every note amplifying the chemistry swirling between you.

Without breaking the rhythm, Pezzy leaned in closer, whispering, “What if we really just took it off?” You felt a rush of bold exhilaration at his words, a daring proposal cloaked in playful spontaneity.

“Let’s take this dance somewhere more private,” you suggested, biting back laughter as the thrill surged within you. You could see that seductive glint in Pezzy's eyes; it was the invitation both of you had long been waiting for.

Hand in hand, you guided Pezzy away from the crowded dance floor, slipping past laughing faces and vibrant lights until you reached a cozy nook in the back of the bar, dimly lit and perfect for a bit of mischief. As the world outside faded, the unmistakable beat of your hearts echoed within the confined space. 

Pezzy turned to you, the intensity of the moment stirring a wild energy. The walls felt alive as you both leaned in closer, breath mingling in a stolen moment that felt painted in slow motion. Just as Pezzy brushed his lips lightly against yours, the universe held its breath.

The kiss sparked a fire, a soft exploration that quickly flared into something passionate, the kind that echoes with the heat of anticipation. Your bodies pressed against each other, the warmth amplifying between you like an unquenchable flame. The dress you wore seemed to shimmer, a shimmering promise as if both it and the night held secrets just waiting to be discovered.

In the alcove, lost to the rhythm of your shared heartbeat, you both managed to escape the world beyond—the laughter, the music, the bright lights, all faded away until there was nothing left but the intoxicating kiss and the electricity that pulsed between you.

Pezzy pulled back momentarily, his breaths mingling with yours in the intimate space as they whispered, “What’s next?” The question hung tantalizingly in the air, a doorway to new adventures waiting to unfold.

With Pezzy's forehead gently resting against yours, the world outside faded into mere whispers, leaving only the soft sounds of your breaths blending together in an intoxicating rhythm. The flickering lights from the bar cast a warm glow around you both, highlighting the tension and heartbeat of the moment.

Pezzy's hands, exploring with delightful curiosity, traced along the curves of your waist, fingers brushing lightly against your hips. Each touch felt electric, igniting waves of warmth that danced through you. You could feel your pulse racing as if synchronized with the music still pulsing through the bar, a distant reminder of the world beyond this intimate sanctuary.

As you leaned in for another kiss, Pezzy pulled you closer, his body a sturdy wall for you to lean against. The solidness of the wall behind you and Pezzy in front created a cocoon that enveloped you, shielding you from prying eyes, almost like a secret shared between only the two of you.

Kissing Pezzy felt like unleashing a spark, each brush of lips igniting deeper cravings as the taste of mint and an intoxicating hint of his favorite cocktail lingered between your mouths. Your hands found their way to Pezzy's hair, fingers tangling in soft strands as you pulled them deeper into the kiss, wanting to savor the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

Pushed against the wall, your silhouette was hidden, shrouded in mystery. You could feel Pezzy’s breath hitch, a delightful sound that sent thrills through your core as they revealed in the moment. The pressure of his body against yours felt intoxicatingly possessive, like a gentle reminder that you were both lost in a whirlwind of passion.

Pezzy’s hands knew just where to explore—tracing along your sides, brushing over the fabric of your dress as if every inch was a territory they were eager to discover. His fingers danced like fire along the supple curves, igniting heat that pooled in the pit of your stomach. It was a rush of thrilling anticipation that made you wish for more, even while the clothes remained a barrier—a thrilling tease rather than a limit.

With every kiss deepening in its fervor, you could hear the distant music reverberating in the background, but in that moment, it felt as if time stood still. Pezzy wrapped you in his warmth, hiding your silhouettes from the world, a secret he cherished. It felt primal, electric—a raw, passionate entangling of two hearts finally acknowledging their undeniable connection.

Your hands captivated Pezzy’s face, pulling them in closer, allowing every sense to be overwhelmed by this extraordinary moment. The warmth of Pezzy's body melded with yours, hearts racing in tandem as you both balanced on the edge of desire. You could feel the energy between you—an invisible thread binding your souls together, a promise of something deeper yet to be explored.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, you trailed soft pecks along Pezzy's jawline, savoring the delicious thrill of secret exploration. You watched his breath quicken, his eyes darkening with desire, and it drew you in even more. “What’s next?” you echoed back, teasing playfully while your heart fluttered with excitement.

Pezzy chuckled softly, a sound that resonates deep within you. “Next?” he whispered, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Next, we embrace tonight for all it is—an escape, a wild adventure, and maybe a taste of what’s to come.”

With that, you pulled them back for another deep kiss, letting the heat of the moment envelop you both once more. The cozy nook within the bar became a world of its own, alive with the promise of discovery, laughter, and the beginnings of a romance that could soar.

Hi!! Can I just I love your blog?! I’m trying not to spam you but it’s so hard because I adore every fic you’ve written! I’ve been such a fan of clooless and the boys individually for years now and finding fics for them is tough as there isn’t many but you’re making my delusions come to life!! Thank you for writing them and making little oh me happy!! 🫶🏻🖤

Please go right ahead! I’m so glad you love em! I’m never think of it being spam due to people being fast readers, and I do have some short stories.

UHhh soooo

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

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

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.

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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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.

Redeeming - Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Chat redeems Sly, but momma and sly are sleeping

TW: Established relationship, kisses, cursing,

*user_name158 redeem SLY for 200,000*

“Chat tod- nooo i don't want to get Sly.” Pezzy whined

“She’s napping with __. They fell asleep together on the couch. UGH!” "Do I really have to go wake them both?” Pezzy groaned knowing his girlfriend does not like being woken up from a nap.

“Okay, okay chat. I'll go get them both cause I know ___ won't let go of Sly.” Pezzy says getting up from his chair, walking out of his office. 

After a few minutes, Pezzy walks into his office empty handed and chat starts to pop off because he doesn't have sly.

“CHAT FUCKING CALM DOWN!” Pezzy screamed into his microphone

“My girlfriend is bringing her in, any second now. As I stated they both fell asleep. GIVE HER A MINUTE TO FULLY WAKE UP!” Pezzy yells at chat in a scolding tone. Pezzy turns around in his chair calling in his girlfriend to his room.

____ walks into his room looking tired and lost with sly in her hands. Sly is wagging her tail back and forth when ___ walks closer to Pezzy.

“Hi, chat.” ___ greets them sleepily, hiding a yawn behind Sly's fluff. 

“I hear you are wanting to see my little baby.” I say teasingly bouncing Sly up and down slightly

“Yes they do, now chat say"Thank you___” for waking up and bringing Sly in here especially the one guy who redeemed it.” Pezzy said demandingly 

“If they don't say thanks, ban him.” ___ say threateningly as a joke

*Dont worry ill make sure* - mod 

“I can't tell which mod that it is, but thank you!” ____ says gratefully

“Alright chat, I'm going back to bed, say goodbye to sly.” ___ says walking closer to Pezzy. She gives me a kiss on the head and walks away.

“Now, if someone redeems Sly again, refund the points. I am def not risking my life again.” Pezzy informs mods and chat while laughing and smiling.