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Girl Friend Moment V. Puffer

Summary: Clip inspired (original clip was Droid)

TW: Established relationship, cute moment, kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Cat in what?! - Pezzy xF!reader

Summary: Pezzy sharing more than needed, but you just had to add on more

TW: English to spanish translation, established relationship

“Dónde estás meaning.” Pezzy said out loud as he was typing into google. “Yeah, where is? Where are you?”

“Um-uh WilltheMec thanks for the-uh- for the twoo months, bruh.” playfully appreciated 

User-name486: he’s learning *clap*

“I am learning! I know some spanish.” Pezzy claimed, “Like, taco and some inappropriate stuff ___ taught me.” 

Pezzy was all leaned back in his office rolly chair, stretching his arms out to each side. He looked into the camera and shook his head in a “yes” motion, but keeping his lips sealed.

“Like-um what's that one meat?” He questioned out loud “There's meat, I forgot what it's called.” He started rubbing his right eye, while reading chat.

“No. Uh-what's the one-uh the one chipotle; what is it called?” Pezzy stumbled through his words confusingly

“No-chip- Oh it is the chorizo? I think it might be that.” He agreed with chat with an uncertainty in his voice.

“Mahah- No it's barbacoa!” Pezzy laughed out at realization at his stupidity 

“There it is! Lets gooo.” Pezzy spewed with excitement “See I know 2 meats,I'm good at meats;  well anyway” Pezzy skipped through.

Name!user!!: what has ___ taught you

“Uh, what ___ taught me um-uh-haha I probably shouldn't say. She would probably kill me not gonna lie.” Pezzy let out a chuckle, playing it safe for ___’s safe.

“I want to learn another language, but at the same time I don't care since I got ___ to translate and order for me. Heheh” Pezzy snickered as if he found a life cheat code.

Then his office door opened and ___ stuck her head through the opening, making sure the camera could see her. Pezzy turned around to look at her, with an innocent looking face like “please don't kill”.

“Quiero a mi novia gata que está en sus pantalones.” she said out loud for the microphone to pick up, so chat could hear her. (I want my girlfriend's cat that's in her pants.)

“Babe! I wasn't going to say that on camera!” Pezzy yelled at her with his face turning red, as he started laughing that she said it so nonchalantly.

“Stay scarred chat!” __ walked out of the room after that, as Pezzy was trying not to die of embarrassment

“Love you babe, also chat please send me that clip.” You could hear ___ yell outside the door.

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. 

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Date with a Secret Identity

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

TW: Fake Name used, established relationship, secrets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hi love! first of all- I am absolutely in love with your writing, it is so good! got me kicking my feet and shit 😭

Anyways, I was wondering if you would be interested in writing something with a dancer/performer reader x Pezzy! Say they have a performance coming up and he's never seen the reader dance yet and brings the Clooless boys to the performance. Cue a flustered Pezzy and teasing Clooless guys hehe.

No worries if this is not up your alley but it's been stuck in my head and I am in total writer's block rn so I pass to you!

-❤️

OMG this is literally what I needed! Thank you lovie, I was stuck in writers block <3 I hope you enjoy babes!

Juno

TW: Established relationship, sexual just not smut, kissing, singer!reader,

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the Houston skyline with streaks of orange and pink, excitement buzzed through the air like the hum of electricity. Tonight was a big night; tonight, I would step on stage and perform my song "Juno" for the first time in front of my boyfriend, Pezzy, and his eclectic band of friends: Puffer, Grizzy, and ElasticDroid.

Dressed in my baby-pink two-piece set, I took a moment to admire the way the silver lining caught the stage lights, reflecting them like stars twinkling in the night sky. My silver platform boots, which felt more like a fashion statement than footwear, added an extra kick to my look—the cut-out hearts at the top seemed to pulse with my heartbeat, playing a silent rhythm of any nerves I might have felt. 

In the dressing room, I paced back and forth, running my fingers through my hair. Each time I glanced at the mirror, my reflection revealed both excitement and trepidation. I had poured my heart into "Juno," a song that told a story of love, life, and resilience—a story I hoped Pezzy would connect with.

Just before I stepped out onto the stage, I received a message from Pezzy: “Can’t wait to see you shine, babe! You’ve got this!” His unwavering support wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, easing my nerves.

As I stepped out on stage, I saw all these beautiful people with very stunning outfits. Then, I look over to the front row to see my boyfriend and his friends. I do a small wink as I'm thinking of a way to make the crowd go wild.

“I get so distracted up here, this is why they should never give me of these. But they give me one every night for some reason.” I say into the mic as I'm looking over the crowd acting as if I'm searching for something. “Um- I’m looking at this crowd right now, and I’m very, uh- impressed by all the outfits and details I see. I’ve seen some miraculous looks tonight, like you guys really show’d up, you don't just, like, slap on a shirt. Like, you really come in a full outfit. That the hair is thought out, the nails are thought out, the makeup is thought out, the - the- like heart cutouts are thought out, the kiss one, SUPER thought. Um, and I think it's such a stunning crowd.” I went on a little tangent trying to get to the point of my bit. 

The crowd erupted in laughter and applause as I stammered over my words, their energy sending currents of excitement through me. I felt the warmth of my boyfriend Pezzy’s gaze, his eyes mirroring the light and joy that filled the room. I took a step closer to the edge of the stage, leaning down as if to share a secret with them.

“Honestly, I've seen some looks tonight that could be on the cover of a magazine! Like, where do you guys shop? I need to take some notes!” I teased, scanning their outfits with exaggerated admiration. The crowd cheered, and I could see Puffer dramatically fanning himself as if he were about to faint from the compliment.

The playful energy of the moment crackled in the air as I called over my favorite backup dancers, Melissa and Jessie. Their wide grins mirrored my excitement, and Jessie, ever the mischief-maker, held up a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs like a trophy. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, leaning in to see what funny escapade we were about to unfold.

“Girls, girls!” I said, my voice filled with cheeky delight as I waved them over. “Do you see these handsome men right up here in the front row?” I pointed dramatically at Pezzy, who was leaning against the barrier, his purple button-up shirt gleaming under the stage lights. His collar popped just right, giving him that effortlessly cool vibe; I couldn't help but smile at how dapper he looked. 

“Ohhh, yes, I definitely see him!” Melissa chimed in, putting her hand over her eyes like she was pretending to scout him out from a distance, her laughter infectious.The laughter from Melissa and the crowd surged like waves as I played up my feigned innocence, leaning over the edge of the stage with a cheeky smile. Pezzy—or rather, ‘handsome’—was beaming under the attention, visibly caught off guard by being the center of it all. 

“Is today your lucky day, honey?” I teased, batting my eyelashes dramatically. The audience hooted in delight, clearly enjoying Pezzy's shy charm as his friends rallied around him, cheering like proud parents watching their kid play in a talent show.

The camera zoomed in on him, and I could see his cheeks flush a soft pink. The jubilation around him was infectious, an electrifying energy that enveloped the whole venue. “What's your name, handsome?” I asked, tilting my head playfully, pretending to squint as if I was trying to make out the letters on a faraway sign. “Paul? Pezzy?” I feigned confusion, starting with a mock serious tone before breaking into laughter when I got it wrong the first time.

The crowd roared with laughter, and Pezzy, ever the good sport, shook his head as if to warn me. “It’s Pezzy!” he finally said, his voice clear and steady, cutting through the playful chaos. The audience exploded in cheers, his name rolling off their tongues like a well-practiced chant.

“Pezzy, it definitely isn’t your lucky day. Pooy!" I exclaimed, dramatically pouting and putting my hand on my cheek in an exaggerated display of sympathy. The audience roared with laughter at my antics, and I could feel the electricity in the air as the red and blue lights above us flickered on. Just then, the sound of fake police sirens blared throughout the venue, transforming the cheerful chaos into a light-hearted comedy scene.

“It sucks we have to arrest you for being so handsome!” I continued, making sure to lean towards the front row, where some of the fans cheered the loudest. I chuckled as Pezzy squirmed a little, his bashfulness blending seamlessly with the humor. “But it’s kind of like a fun ‘lucky’ experience, right? I mean, going to jail for being too handsome sounds like a wild adventure!” 

As I spoke, Pezzy nodded bashfully, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement dancing in his features. He glanced over at his friends, who were grinning widely and egging him on, their encouragement fueling his newfound bravado.

The crowd roared with laughter as I threw my head back dramatically, fanning myself as if the stage lights were an inferno. “Ugh, it’s getting so hot in here, guys! Especially with this one who keeps looking at me!” I gestured toward Pezzy, who was standing there wide-eyed and amused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Pretending to faint, I brought my hand to my forehead in an exaggerated gesture. “Oh no! My skirt, my skirt! It just wants to come off!” I declared, my voice dripping with theatrical flair. Just as I said this, I noticed Melissa approaching with a playful smirk. With a swift tug, she pulled the string to untie the long version of my skirt, which fell to the ground in a playful pile. The audience gasped in delight, and I struck a dramatic pose to reveal the short skirt underneath, complete with my stylish platform boots.

As the cheers intensified, I took a step out of the fabric heap and cleared my throat with a wink. “Because I really want to sing this song!” I grinned, twirling on my heels as the music began to swell in the background. “And in order to sing this song, I need to be very flexible!” 

The crowd giggled knowingly as I alluded to the popular dance number that was perhaps too perfect for the moment. The stage was set, the lights swirling around us, amplifying the energy and excitement in the air.

“This one is for my handsome boyfriend, Pezzy!” I declared boldly, gesturing toward him and then turning my enthusiasm toward the audience. “So, hello, honey, my handsome man!” 

The crowd erupted in applause, everyone caught up in the joy of the spontaneous moment. Pezzy's face flushed a deeper shade of red as he chuckled, clearly surprised yet utterly delighted to be at the center of it all. With each word, I could see him swelling with pride, the embarrassment starting to fade away.

The vibrant energy in the venue was palpable, the applause ringing through the air like a celebratory symphony. Pezzy, bathed in the warm glow of the stage lights, was now a colorful mix of bashfulness and sheer joy, his cheeks nearly as pink as the fuzzy handcuffs I had mischievously tucked into my back pocket.

With a playful look, I strutted over to the edge of the stage, propping my hands on my hips as I twirled the handcuffs in the air. “Hey, you!” I called out, my voice playfully laced with prankster charm. “These are for my handsome boyfriend, Pezzy! Let’s make this a night he’ll never forget!”

The crowd erupted into laughter as I tossed the pink, fuzzy handcuffs to the security guard. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he relayed them over to Pezzy. I watched with bated breath, anticipation bubbling inside me as Pezzy caught sight of the soft cuffs now being placed in his hands.

“Oh, man! Pink handcuffs from her?! What did I do to deserve this?” Pezzy jokes, holding them up for the audience to see. The ripple of laughter and amused whistles filled the room, the playful banter sparking a joyous camaraderie.

I could practically see the wheels turning in his mind as he held them, half-expecting some kind of prank but also reveling in the lightheartedness of the moment. "I guess this means I’m officially arrested for being too charming!" he quipped, flashing a cheeky grin toward me, which sent another wave of applause crashing over us.

“Don’t forget, you’re already in cuffs for your crime of handsomeness, babe!” I teased back, curtsying dramatically as the audience roared in approval. Pezzy held out his arms as if to say, “What can I do?” while pretending to look innocent.

As I made my way back to the main part of the stage, I caught the crowd's energy swirling around me—laughter, applause, and the kind of excitement you could almost touch. I plopped down onto my big, all-white chair, which felt like my personal throne, glistening under the dazzling stage lights. There I sat, striking a playful pose as the music swelled, my cue to bring everything together for a grand finale.

With a dramatic flourish, I beckoned my backup dancers over, who instantly fell into sync with me. They were a colorful blur of sequins and smiles, each one committed to keeping the energy soaring. The infectious rhythm pulsed through my veins, and I couldn't help but beam at Pezzy, who stood at the edge of the stage—his earlier embarrassment fading into admiration as he cheered me on.

As the beat dropped, I started to sing, my voice ringing out clear and confident, wrapping around the audience like a warm embrace. I felt enormous grins radiating from the crowd, souls connecting with the sheer joy of the moment. “Let’s wrap this night up with a bang!” I sang, dancing energetically in my chair, my back up dancers mimicking my moves in perfect synchrony.

With the beat pulsing through my veins, I sat poised and tranquil, a queen waiting for her moment to command the stage. The lights danced around me, casting a golden hue that seemed to blur the edges of reality. I could feel the anticipation in the air, the audience hanging on every note, every motion. The catchy hook filled the venue, and I couldn’t help but lean into the groove.

“Mm, ah-ah, mm

Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing…” 

As I settled into my seat, I exchanged knowing glances with my backup dancers, who were silently counting the beats in their heads with me. The playful lyrics flowed through the air, intoxicating and charged with that delightful energy of the night. While my heart raced with excitement, I took a deep breath, feeling the rhythm weaving its magic around me. 

“And oh, yeah, you just get it

Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit!” 

With the next line, I rose from my seat, fluidly moving into the choreography we had perfected during countless rehearsals. Like a well-oiled machine, we synchronized seamlessly, an embodiment of pure fun and passion. The music swelled around us, and I felt the electric pull of the crowd’s adoration, propelling us into a series of captivating moves.

I could recall the countless late nights we’d spent in rehearsals, pouring over every detail, laughing as we hit the floor and stumbled before rising with renewed determination. My heart soared as I remembered our inside jokes, the buzz of energy before every performance, and the way we’d felt invincible as we worked together to polish every beat. 

“God bless your dad’s genetics, mm, ah,” I sang, aiming my playful gaze into the audience, searching for that familiar face among the sea of excitement. Pezzy stood there, eyes wide and mirroring my joy, the perfect partner in this whirlwind of rhythm. His infectious smile urged me on, giving me strength and a vivid reminder of why I was here, sharing this moment with every one of them.

The air was thick with an intoxicating blend of exhilaration and mischief as I crooned, “You make me wanna make you fall in love!” My voice held a playful tone, teasing the senses and weaving the audience into a vibrant tapestry of sound. “Oh, late at night I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah,” I sang, letting the words fade into a sultry whisper as I looked out over the crowd, my heart racing with electric energy.

But what followed next was a dash of cheekiness that sent shivers of excitement rippling through the audience. “Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?” I offered with a flirtatious sparkle in my eyes, the crowd erupting into roars of laughter and delighted shrieks. The playful banter matched the pulsating rhythm of the music, each beat pulling everyone deeper into the swirling moment.

Then, a familiar sight caught my attention. “Oh, I hear you knockin’, Pezzy, come on up!” I announced, laughter bubbling in my voice, with changing the lyrics.

With every note that spilled from my lips, I could feel the pulsing heartbeat of the crowd entwining with mine, a beautiful symphony of connection and shared energy. “I know you want my touch for life,” I sang, letting the words roll off my tongue like sweet nectar, intoxicating and inviting. “If you love me right, then who knows?” Each lyric felt like a playful challenge, the anticipation hanging in the air like glittering stardust waiting to cascade down.

The excitement built inside me, coursing through my veins as I took a deep breath, letting the notes flow free. “I might let you make me Juno,” I teased, casting a sultry glance towards Pezzy, who was grinning ear to ear, clearly wrapped up in our little world. The crowd let out an enthusiastic cheer, riding the wave of flirtation that combined effortlessly with the rhythm.

“You know, I just might let you lock me down tonight!” I declared the playful mischief in my voice reflecting the spirit of the song. My feet wiggled in my stylish platform boots, each movement emphasizing the fire within me. I was no longer just singing; I was living, embodying every ounce of joy that the music gifted me. 

Spinning around on my heel, I felt like a whirlwind, throwing my head back in glee, laughter bubbling out like a sparkling fountain. The choreography flowed seamlessly through me, every twist and turn executed with the grace of a bird in flight, freedom illuminating the stage. I let the music wrap around me, lifting me higher, soaring above the worries of the world.

“One of me is cute, but two, though?” I added, the rhythm pushing me to experiment with my movements. The audience leaned in closer, engaged, their eyes sparkling with shared mischief. “Give it to me, baby,” I sang, beckoning them to join in this playful dance of life.

With my voice soaring, the infectious beat blended with laughter and encouragement from the crowd. “You make me wanna make you fall in love!” I exclaimed, my heartbeat racing in sync with the swaying bodies around me. There was something so special about these moments, transformed into an entire community embracing the joy spurred by music.

I showed my friends, then we high-fived

Sorry if you feel objectified

With renewed energy, I took off toward the center of the runway, where a giant red heart pulsed with vibrant lights, set against the backdrop of the stage. As I stepped closer, the crowd’s applause swelled—a chorus of excitement filling the air. I kept singing, feeling the rush of camaraderie lift me higher, every word a thread woven into our collective celebration.

The atmosphere crackled with electrifying energy as I let the infectious rhythm sweep me off my feet. “Can’t help myself, hormones are high!” I belted out, feeling the surge of excitement radiate from the crowd. With each note that floated through the air, I could feel everyone leaning closer, hungry for more than just a performance—they craved a shared experience.

“Give me more than just some butterflies,” I continued, letting my voice flirt with the lyrics, and that’s when I turned to the audience, eyes twinkling. “C’mon, everyone, I want to hear you sing! Sing with me!” I encouraged, my arms extending wide, inviting them to step into this vibrant world we were creating.

As if complying with an unspoken agreement, the crowd erupted in ecstatic cheers. I could see faces lighting up, phones rising to capture this fleeting moment. I swayed with the beat, letting the rhythm guide my movements, my platform boots tapping emphatically against the stage, resonating with every pulse of the music.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love,” I sang, my voice swirling with flirtation and zest, each note inviting the audience deeper into the lively atmosphere. I was no longer just a performer; I was the spark igniting a bonfire of connection between every soul present. 

“Oh, late at night I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you, ah,” I continued, drawing out the last syllable with a sultry drawl, my gaze sweeping the crowd. I watched as they caught the melody, voices rising to meet mine, blending with my own in a mesmerizing harmony that reverberated through the air. It was exhilarating—a euphoric exchange of energy, a moment suspended in time where we were all connected.

“Wanna try out some freaky positions?”

I tossed out cheerfully as I reached the precise spot at the center heart. With the beat guiding me, I spun around, pivoting gracefully until my back faced the audience. I lowered my body onto my knees, the shimmering lights above glinting off the sequins of my outfit, adding an extra layer of dazzle to the moment.

“Have you ever tried this one?” I sang coyly, locking eyes with Pezzy, who stood a few feet away, his jaw slightly dropped, caught off-guard. I couldn’t help but giggle into the microphone, feeling both playful and daring. The crowd responded with roars of laughter and cheers, ready to follow my lead into this cheeky number. My nerves faded as the thrill of the performance pulsed through me like a spark.

With my knees apart, I performed an exaggerated cowgirl wrangling motion—purposely over-the-top and theatrical, aimed at turning a spark of flirtation into a full-blown fire of fun. As I wriggled and swayed, my heart danced in rhythm, and I let the laughter erupt from my lips, knowing that this was both an invitation and a celebration of our quirky fun.

The audience mirrored my energy, some gasping playfully, some laughing alongside me, and Pezzy’s wide-eyed look transformed into one of admiration mixed with sheer glee. His laughter rang out as he leaned forward, utterly enchanted by the spontaneity of the moment

As the electrifying lyrics echoed around the venue, I could feel the energy of the crowd amplifying every word. “I know you want my touch for life!” I belted out, feeling empowered and mischievous, every beat of the music thrumming through my entire being. The buzzing anticipation of what was to come ignited a spark within me, fueling the magic of the night.

The spotlight landed on me as I reclined on the floor—a brief pause that drew every eye towards my silhouette. I winked at the crowd, relishing the thrill of their collective gaze. The stage was set, but I wasn't the only star tonight; we were all part of this unforgettable moment, woven together through rhythm and laughter.

“If you love me right, then who knows?” I sang, my playful smirk lighting up the room. Pezzy’s eyes danced in the audience, full of delight and intrigue; there was an unspoken connection, a promise of spontaneity hanging in the air.

“I might let you make me Juno,” I added teasingly, feeling a wave of excitement rush over me. The clever nod to adventure and playful connections felt like a secret that could ignite the room. As the next line approached, the anticipation built, and I felt the energy shifting, the stage ready to burst with life.

“You know,” I sang with a sultry flair, “I just might let you lock me down tonight!” 

At that moment, my platform began to rise, slowly elevating me above the floor, a mechanical marvel that added an extra layer of drama to the unfolding performance. I relished the sensation, the wind tousling my hair as the crowd gasped, eyes wide with surprise. They were riveted, and I could sense their excitement—a shared thrill that surged through the audience like electric currents.

Everything intensified as I grinned down at my friends, backup dancers standing confidently at the edges, ready to support my journey upwards. “One of me is cute, but two, though?” I mouthed playfully before my voice soared back into the chorus.

“Give it to me, baby!” I shouted, letting the exuberance of the moment resonate within me. My body danced, the platform swirling to a standstill, allowing me space to showcase a choreography that was both cheeky and sophisticated.”You make me wanna make you fall in love”

The energy in the air crackled as I issued the call to action. “Alright Houston, I need everybody to get as low to the ground as you can, with me right now,” I said, my voice slightly breathless but laced with excitement, buzzing with the thrill of the moment. The crowd, a sea of eager faces illuminated by swirling lights, shifted in unison like a wave, laughter and shouts bubbling up as they accepted the challenge.

“Come on, let me see you!” I encouraged, looking out over the masses, their energy swelling around me. There was something exhilarating about drawing everyone into this little shared moment, something that transcended the mundane and united us in raw, uninhibited joy. “Get low to the ground, all the way down! I want to look at all you guys!” 

The laughter poured forth as everyone playfully hunkered down, some using their hands for balance, others tucking themselves into exaggerated crouches. The sight was a kaleidoscope of movement and exhilaration, a visual representation of our collective spirit.

“I need you guys to sing this at the top of your lungs! Are you ready?” I shouted, arms wide as if embracing the entire crowd. Anticipation hung thick in the air, and I could practically feel their excitement thrumming against the soles of my feet. “Let’s do it!”

As I sank to my knees on the platform, feeling the energy of the crowd radiate around me, I leaned back slightly, allowing the vibrant lights to dance above me. “Adore me, hold me, and explore me,” I sang, my voice dripping with emotion. The words felt like an invitation, cascading into the sea of fans before me, igniting a spark of connection that pulsed through the air.

Then, I paused, letting the music linger, allowing the excitement to build as I watched the crowd. They took over the next two lines without hesitation, their voices soaring to the rafters, a beautiful wave of sound that washed over me. It was electrifying to witness them embrace the moment, filling the space with their enthusiasm and passion.

As I caught my breath, I could see the joy on their faces, reflecting my own exhilaration. Some were reaching out, their arms raised high, while others swayed to the rhythm—each person lost in their interpretation of what this music meant to them. It was a glorious sight, a human connection woven together by the threads of song and celebration.

Mark your territory

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one

With the echoes of passionate voices clinging in the air, I felt the music course through me, intensifying every heartbeat and leaving a swirl of connection and intimacy between us all. The lyrics cut straight to the pulse of desire, igniting an exhilarating sense of urgency in the room that no one could ignore. 

“Adore me, hold me, and explore me,” I sang, threading the sentiment into the fabric of our shared experience. It was thrilling to deliver these words, electric and raw, sparking a deeper energy amongst the crowd. As I watched them embrace every syllable, intoxicated by the rhythm, it felt like we were all entwined in a powerful journey together, surrendering to the allure of the moment.

“I’m so fuckin' horny!” I declared playfully, feeling the atmosphere shift ever so slightly. The crowd erupted into cheers, laughter, and playful shouts, feeding off my energy as they instinctively recognized the liberation inherent in the music. This wasn’t just a concert—it was a celebration of wanting, of primal instinct, and of being fully alive in a world where we often muted our desires.

“Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one!” I sang, my voice soaring above the sea of bodies. In that instant, I could feel their heartbeats syncing with mine, a frantic rhythm that encapsulated longing and connection. Everyone was caught in the web of desire spun by the perfect merging of music and emotion, their expressions ranging from joyful rebellion to sensual wonder.

It was intoxicating, this blend of vulnerability and power, shared by all in that space. I could see several people leaning into one another, locked in a gaze that spoke volumes, while others surrendered to the beat, dancing like no one was watching. It was a riot of emotion—freedom mixed with longing, connection tempered by exhilaration.

The energy surged as we unraveled the layers of meaning within the song, weaving our individual stories into this one night. Each person was telling their own narrative—of love, want, and exploration—alongside the rhythm, feeling emboldened to express the depths of their desires.

I gazed at the crowd and, for an instant, I became aware that we had all gathered here, not just for a performance, but for something much more profound; we were here to celebrate the exhilarating act of being truly human, to embrace who we really are beneath the societal norms and expectations. 

“Are you with me, Houston?” I urged, my voice rising with urgency and delight, wanting to amplify the connection even more. The crowd responded thunderously, a wave of sound washing over me, drowning out any traces of hesitation. 

The chorus built again, and I could feel the anticipation swirling in the air. “Let's release ourselves into this moment!” I shouted, feeling the pulse of raw energy drive us forward. The crowd surged in their response, a brilliant manifesto of souls eager to shed inhibitions and embrace the rhythm.

As the platform descended, the vibrant energy of the crowd seemed to heighten, swirling around us like a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. I caught the eyes of my manager and the security personnel nearby, and I could see the playful grin on Pezzy’s face as he stood with his friends, eagerly awaiting the moment I’d bring him up to join me.

With a quick nod, I communicated my thoughts—Pezzy was more than just a friend; he was a force of energy and creativity, and I knew having him on stage would elevate the night to dizzying heights. I flashed a subtle thumbs up, a signal that ignited a spark of thrill among those nearby. The crowd, still pulsing with enthusiasm, caught on to the cue, their cheers morphing into a harmonious swell of excitement.

“Houston, are you ready for something special?” I called out, letting my voice cascade over the crowd like a wave. The response was thunderous—people jumped, shouted, and reached for the stage as if collectively caught in a trance of euphoria. It was exhilarating! 

With a flourish, I gestured to Pezzy, beckoning him to the stage. He moved with infectious energy, bounding forward as soon as he saw my signal. The moment he stepped onto the platform, the atmosphere shifted once more—the vibe instantly transformed as he connected with the audience, his enthusiasm spilling forth like a cascade of fireworks.

As I fast-walked toward Pezzy, the electric energy swirling around us reached a crescendo. It was as if time slowed down for that brief moment, and everything blurred—the vibrant lights, the jubilant crowd, the pounding beat of the music—everything except him. 

When we finally met in the center of the stage, I leaped into his embrace. In a seamless collaboration, he caught me effortlessly, wrapping his strong arms around my waist as he spun me around. Laughter bubbled up between us, the kind that felt genuine and unfiltered, resonating with the joy radiating from the thousands of faces in the audience.

“You make me wanna fall in love!” I sang the last lyric of the song, my voice filled with sincerity, every note a testament to the connection we shared. The crowd erupted in cheers, their applause swelling around us like a tidal wave of support. Looking up into Pezzy's eyes, I felt a magnetic pull that deepened the moment—everything around us faded until it was just the two of us, cocooned in our shared excitement.

His eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and warmth, and I could see that he was just as caught up in this whirlwind as I was. There was an unspoken bond between us, one that went beyond friendship and danced on the edges of something deeper. As he grinned down at me, I could tell he felt the electricity in the air, a desire for more than just the stage and the performance—it was a connection that spoke volumes without uttering a single word

As I stood there on my tippy toes, the crowd around us faded into the background, almost as if the universe was holding its breath. Pezzy leaned down, his presence enveloping me in warmth and a sense of undeniable magic. For that instant, the world melted away—there was no spotlight, no roaring audience, just him and me existing in our little bubble of connection.

And then, we kissed.

It wasn’t just a meeting of lips; it was an explosion of emotion. The kiss was filled with love and adoration, a tender yet passionate moment that seemed to stretch on forever. I could feel the electricity sparking between us, the warmth radiating from our bodies igniting the air around us. Each heartbeat echoed louder than the bass from the speakers, and every whisper of the crowd faded into nothingness, leaving only the rhythm of our connection.

As the kiss deepened, I could sense the thrill of the audience realizing what was happening. A collective gasp rose from the crowd, and I heard a wave of cheers erupt, filling the space with an indescribable energy. We were no longer two performers—but two souls intertwining on stage, standing proudly in our truth, unafraid to express the bond that tied us together.

The intensity of the moment captured the essence of everything that had led us here—the long hours of rehearsals, the shared glances, the laughter in the dressing rooms, even the whispered secrets between songs. This was a bold declaration, a confession that transcended the performance. The kiss spoke of the feelings we had nurtured quietly, just beneath the surface, and now, here they were, fully visible and celebrated in front of thousands.

When we finally pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other, the crowd erupted into a fervor, chanting our names, a mixture of love and joy reverberating through the air. I could hardly believe the rush of emotions—the exhilaration tinged with vulnerability, the thrill of being unabashedly ourselves in the spotlight where so many watched and cheered us on.

“I didn’t think we’d go public like this!” Pezzy chuckled, his breath mingling with mine, still bathed in the joyous afterglow of the kiss. The playful tone in his voice made my heart flutter, a beacon of comfort amidst the excitement.

“Me neither, but it felt right,” I replied, a grin stretching across my face. At that moment, I understood that there was no turning back. The connection we shared was real, and the love was something worth celebrating. 

As the crowd continued to cheer, we turned to them, our excitement palpable, the bond between us now revealed for all to see. “Are you ready for more?” Pezzy called out, his voice booming with enthusiasm. The audience roared their approval, a tidal wave of energy that surged throughout the venue.

We jumped back into the music adding Pezzy into the scenes and more, seamlessly blending our joy and excitement into the rhythm. Each line we sang felt charged with a new meaning—every lyric somehow embodying our newfound dynamic, turning what was just performance into something experiential and heartfelt.

Vibe Haven

Summary: In the heart of the neon-lit city, there was a club named "Vibe Haven," a sanctuary known for its pulsating beats and electrifying atmosphere. On a balmy Friday night, four friends—Pezzy, Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy—stepped in through the iconic double doors, excitement coursing through their veins.

Tw: Club atmosphere, dancing, flirting, alcohol consumption, multi-pinning 

Inspired by: Move Ya Body by Nina Sky ft Jabba

Droid, with a flair for the dramatic, led the charge, flashing a playful grin. "Ladies and gentlemen, the night is young and so are we!" He dramatically threw his arm wide, beckoning his friends to enter the vibrant world of moving lights and rhythmic sounds. Pezzy, ever the artist, adjusted his oversized headphones and nodded to the beat, Grizzy energetically bounced to the music, and Puffer scanned the room with a mischievous grin, spotting countless possibilities for adventure.

As they settled into the ambiance, drinks in hand, the familiar beats of "Move Ya Body" by Nina Sky sank into the air, swirling around them like a magic spell cast over the crowd. But it was one dancer who entranced them all—___. She was a whirlwind of energy, her movements fluid and captivating, weaving through the crowd as if she were the rhythm of the song itself. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, igniting a playful fire that warmed the hearts of onlookers.

The club pulsed with life, a dazzling universe where beats dictated the rhythm of hearts and every mouthful of laughter mingled with the air. Pezzy, Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy found their groove in this electric atmosphere, the music enveloping them as they sipped the vibrant concoctions of their drinks—bright reds, greens, and blues, each reflecting the kaleidoscope of lights around them.

But amid the shimmering lights and contagious energy, it was ___ who rapturously swept onto the dance floor, transcending the ordinary and inviting everyone to follow her lead. With her cascading curls bouncing like fireworks around her, she moved as if the universe itself had designated her the dance floor's queen. Each sway of her hips, each spin of her body seemed effortless yet charged with a fierce joy—an expression of the unfiltered thrill that dance ignites in the soul.

As her movements painted an enchanting picture against the backdrop of colorful lights, Pezzy turned to his friends, eyes wide with admiration. “Who is she?” he whispered reverently, all four of them momentarily entranced. “I can’t take my eyes off her!”

Droid, ever the observant one, leaned in closer, trying to figure out what made her movements so captivating. "It’s like she’s dancing with the music itself, not just to it," he mused, pulling his camera from his pocket to capture the magic. “I need to remember this moment!”

Puffer, always the daring one, chugged back the last of his drink and shouted, “Let’s hit the floor! We can't just stand here watching!”

They joined her on the dance floor, each taking turns to share their unique style, their combined poetry of movement sparking a playful exchange. ___ welcomed them into her rhythm, her laughter mingling beautifully with the beats as she twirled alongside them. Her mischievous eyes flickered like stars, implying an inside joke only she knew, as if this moment swept them all into a whimsical story of pure joy.

Around them, the crowd danced too, but the energy drew tighter around the four friends and ___, creating their own small universe. Every move she made seemed to weave a narrative, and for Pezzy, the dance floor was now a stage where magic unfolded with every step.

Her twirling skirts swirled like the very essence of freedom itself, and in that moment, amidst laughter and vibrant music, the possibilities felt endless. Pezzy spun to the rhythm, Droid captured the scene through his lens, Puffer cheered from the sidelines, and Grizzy, with a feigned seriousness, attempted an exaggerated dance move that sent everyone bursting into laughter.

As "Move Ya Body" surged into its chorus, the four of them fell into an easy sync with her. Borrowing a bit of ___'s spark, each sought to match her grace, yet it was her natural exuberance that maintained the spotlight. They moved in a circle, a blend of personalities crafting a unique dance that overflowed with camaraderie and shared laughter.

But soon, the rhythm began to shift. The song neared its crescendo, and Pezzy sensed this was their moment to create a collective memory that would echo long after the night faded into the early hours. With a ripple of encouragement, he gathered the other three. “Let’s create a circle around her! Just for a moment, let's keep the magic to ourselves,” he proposed, sparks of excitement flaring in their eyes.

As they formed the circle, ___ took center stage, an aura of confidence surrounding her. The crowd, intrigued by the formation, parted slightly, creating space for them. In a beautiful mixture of friendship and admiration, Pezzy, Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy cheered her on, lost in the joy of truly living in the moment.

___ grinned, spinning with renewed vigor, her movements embodying the essence of the song. The energy surged back and forth between them—a shared pulse of existence, laughter, and connection.

Time seemed to stand still as they created their own private performance, one that spoke not just in words but in movement and collective energy. And as the song reached its climax, they all let go of any last inhibitions, smiling widely as they danced together.

Goddess In the Kitchen

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

Tw: Established Relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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