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Stream Moments - Pezzy

Summary: Clip inspired moments that i couldnt make into a full short story :)

TW: cursing, police/pulled over, reckless driving mentioned, sexual innaduo, and cute moments

“And he didn't have to shake any ass.” I said a little disappointed but joking around on stream.

“But, then, what is all this ass for, if I can't shake it?” Pezzy asked in a funny, slightly serious tone as he leaned into his microphone.

I sighed and heard his laughter ring out through my headphones. I face palmed but quickly snapped back “It's for me smacking it, when I come home from one of my shifts.” I quipped with my eyebrows wiggling at him. 

“Oh she’s calling me.” Pezzy commented as he pressed accept on Discord, “Sup Beautiful?”

“Ellos!” I cheerfully greeted him, as I finally got him on a call. “What are you doing?” 

“Uhh Wizarding, and I'm lonely.” I started giggling as he joined me in my giggle fest. “And our music is overlapping soo, i'm just like ‘Imma call this man, dude.” 

“You know that's fair. So, you just wanna chill on the call?” He asked to make sure I was comfortable with it since not a lot of our fans know about us. 

“Yee it's late and I know you're speedrunning Poppy anyways.” I said while looking over at his stream.

“Chat is what we do sometimes when our brains are completely dead at 5am and she doesn't have work the next day.” He started laughing because it is true with our ADHD. 

“Guys I- I mean, we have great news to spread!” Pezzy exaggerated the big news, “Chat, guys no, we- guys..” Pezzy trails off due to him reading chat and us laughing at their responses. 

“Okay. One, I am NOT pregnant. Hell no, not right now, hella bad timing on our ends.” I nervously laugh cause we have definitely not talked about this at all on our own. “Two, no we are not getting Sly a friend, she is enough and she gives me all her cuddles anyways.”

“Anyway, CHAT!” Pezzy screamed into his mic to get back on track. “GamerSups and us have come up with a Pezzy/___ cup. So, that means we get to show you the cup and if you go buy this, make sure you pick up some BBL and use code PEZZY or CLOO to get 10% off your order.”

“But that just doesn't seem right?” I say with a faux confused look on my face, “I thought between February 23 through the 28th, don't they get an additional 11% off their order?” “So technically they get 21% off their order or orders to the big oil princes in chat.” I say with the confidence of a sleazy car salesman. 

“Oh my god that is right so chat, Look at this beautiful cup inspired by ___’s animated character and my soda can. Isn't it just so sexy?” He brings the cup to show the camera so everyone in chat could see the details. 

“Guys I'm going into my fuckboy biker phase, can y'all get it right?” He says into the mic while looking behind him waiting.

“Uhm, excuse me good sir, who said you can enter that phase? Cause i know it wasn't my ass, cause you're mine honey.” I come into his office and the background is filled with sassiness and possessiveness that's for show, as I put my hand on my hip. 

“Baby you know you look so hot right now.” Pezzy says trying to distract me from his stupidness that baited me into coming into his office.

“Hmmm, im watching you sir.” I said with a small attitude as I walked out of his office, I quietly shut his door so Sly and I don't get caught snuggling. 

“-- The little soda can logo I have, so if you want to punch it, cuddle it, or kick it, nothing else. Or Fuck it, now you can–””

“Actually chat you cant fuck my soda can, but fuck your own soda plushie when you get it in 12- 16 weeks.” I said into his mic as I climbed into his lap as he wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn't fall out of his lap.

“This is my SodaMan.” I say laughing as I try to wrap my arm backwards around his neck. “Okay, but you should definitely use that for twitch like how smii7y has a little milk bag animation. Just use that as a transition of something.” I say laughing getting out of his lap while giving him a quick smooch on the cheek. 

The screen fades into Pezzy’s normal background with a ridiculous smile on his face, “So guys who’s buying the new plushie?” He started dying out of laughter and turning red as chat was losing their minds at his girlfriend's antics.

“Fun fact, that was to take one after running the script down with her. Also she did that on the spot so its fucking perfect for Twicth just cant use it for youtube, I recorded a different one but with her help. Sadly she was not the star of the show like in this one.” He explains still trying to get his breath back after laughing so hard. 

“Uhhh, there's a lot of cups and mugs all over my kitchen countertop and my coffee table. I wanted to clean it up, and i have been wanting to clean it for a week; but I haven't yet. I'm gonna do it today, though.” Pezzy says depressingly as he motions to the side, “Editor fast forward to the end of the video, ‘I'll do that tomorrow’.” Pezzy jokes as his eyes scan chat in haste to keep up.

___user: Im on my way over with food literally rn, so shush ill clean em

“Babe, no don't clean when you get here. Come chill with us.” Pezzy begs not wanting to seem lazy to chat. “Like no seriously, chat is wanting to talk to momma mod.” He says as his eyes rashly scanned through chat. 

Pezzy reclined all the way back in his chair, looking pitiful as ever. He was looking at his phone tracking __ for his food.

“I’m hungry, I’m so mad.” as he drew out the “Y” as if he was a child. “I am throwing a fit, shut up. I want my food and my girlfriend.” He responded to one of the stupid comments from chat.

“I know it's on the way. I want it now!” Pezzy yelled out in frustration and hangry-ness, still watching his phone. 

“AHHH!” He screamed out in impatience and annoyance with himself. 

Randofan334: you got pulled over the other day?

“Funny story, NOT!” Pezzy screamed into his microphone while manhandling it. “___ and I were out riding yesterday, as per my story. She was riding behind me, til she rolled up beside me at a redlight. Then for some reason she was pretending not to know me and did the bike wave. Once the light changed to green she TOOK FUCKING OFF AND HIT A WHEELIE ON HER R6!” Pezzy howled at chat as he was reliving the story and anger. 

“Then red and blue lights started going off behind me, I was thinking ‘ha she deserves it’. NO! THE FUCKER PULLED ME OVER SINCE SHE PUT SOME TYPE OF PAINT ON HER LICENSE PLATE!!” His shrilling was reaching all throughout the house and Chats’ ears. “Thankfully she paid the ticket since it was technically hers, but that fucker got me.” 

“Also chat, don't spam her for that. We were fucking around, that's what happens with us. We had fun, but fuck that cop.” He spoke to chat.

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. 

Night Like This - Puffer x reader

Summary: Getting ready for the club with Puffer

TW: Established relationship

a chilly evening in Boston, the air crackled with excitement as the city came alive with the promise of adventure. The streets sparkled under the glow of street lamps, and the sound of laughter echoed through the bustling crowd. But deep within a cozy apartment, a different kind of magic was taking place.

BigPuffer, a warm-hearted and observant soul, perched comfortably on the edge of the couch, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Cricket chirped softly in the background, creating an ambiance to match the evening. He watched as you flitted around the room, gathering your treasures for the night ahead.

You started with your favorite dress, the vibrant fabric swirling with colors that danced in the soft light. As you slipped it on, BigPuffer’s heart swelled at the sight. It was as if the room erupted with colors, and every thread seemed woven with the essence of your spirit.

Next came the delicate dance of makeup. BigPuffer, ever the supportive partner, had witnessed this transformation many times, yet he was always mesmerized. With each stroke of the brush, you shaped not just your appearance but also the mood of the night. The mascara framed your eyes like delicate curtains, and the lip color was a perfect cherry blossom hue that seemed to reflect your vibrant energy.

He picked up a small handheld mirror and watched you from across the room, grinning like a child spotting a treasure. The glow of your confidence lit up the space far more brightly than any overhead light could. As you styled your hair into cascading waves, he cleared his throat, and with a playful smirk, he said, "Are you sure you’re not getting ready for a royal ball? Because you’re simply enchanting!"

His words made you laugh, and as you turned to face him, the room seemed to pause. With each passing moment, he saw the pieces come together: the exquisite dress, the radiant smile, and the air of excitement that surrounded you. In that moment, he realized how lucky he was to have a front-row seat to this transformation, one that made you feel like the most stunning version of yourself.

Finally finished, you stepped back for a moment and struck a playful pose, waiting for his reaction. BigPuffer stood up, his eyes wide with admiration. “Wow,” he breathed, taking a step closer. “You look absolutely breathtaking tonight. I might just be the only guy in Boston who gets to call a queen his girlfriend!”

You both laughed together, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Just then, he took your hand and pulled you closer. “Let me see the full effect,” he said, and spun you around, admiring not just your beauty but your spirit, which shone through like a beacon. 

With hearts light and laughter bubbling, you headed out into the night. The city welcomed you both with open arms, a backdrop for an evening filled with moments waiting to be created friends gathered, stories shared, and memories forged. And amidst the adventure, BigPuffer would be right by your side, always cherishing the magic of watching you become the incredible person you are, inside and out.

Nourished by Devotion — Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, pregnancy, caring boyfriend, request🦋

It was late afternoon, and the house was filled with the soft hum of the air conditioner. You were perched on the couch, eight months pregnant and feeling every bit of it. Your feet ached, your back was sore, and your mood hovered somewhere between irritated and teary. The baby, bless their squirmy little self, kept nudging your ribs like a persistent drummer. And to top it off, you were hungry—hungry in a way that made no sense. One minute you wanted pickles, the next minute pancakes, then maybe both together. You knew it was hormones and cravings talking, but that didn’t make them any easier to ignore. In the kitchen, Grizzy was a whirlwind of activity, rummaging through cabinets and the fridge. He wore sweatpants and a loose shirt, moving with a determined kind of tenderness. Ever since you’d hit the later stages of pregnancy, he’d made it his personal mission to keep you and the baby satisfied—food, comfort, massages, and all the love you could stand. It wasn’t just caretaking; it was worship. He loved every curve of your changing body, every new complaint and craving was met with compassion and a near-heroic eagerness. “Alright,” he called out, voice warm and steady, “we’ve got leftover fried rice or I can whip up some pancakes. You said pancakes earlier, right?”

You sighed dramatically, throwing your head back against the cushion. “I said I wanted pancakes and pickles,” you grumbled, though a small smile tugged at your lips at how ridiculous it sounded. “I know it’s weird.” Grizzy popped his head around the corner, grinning. “Babe, it’s not weird. It’s pregnancy cravings. I’ve got your back. Pickled pancakes—” He made a playful face. “Okay, maybe I’ll just give you both separately.” You snorted, feeling a touch better just from his easy acceptance. “Yeah, maybe not together,” you conceded, “but I do want both.” He disappeared again, and soon the smell of something warm and sweet drifted into the living room. You closed your eyes, hand resting on your belly, feeling the baby shift. A few minutes later, Grizzy returned with a plate of fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup and a small bowl of pickles on the side. He placed them on the coffee table and then knelt beside you, reaching for your feet to rub gentle circles into your arches. “How’s that?” he asked softly, eyes full of concern and love. “Better?” You nodded, taking a bite of pancake. “Mhm,” you mumbled through a mouthful, “this helps. Thank you.” The sweetness hit your tongue, and you almost wanted to cry from relief. He squeezed your calf reassuringly, then leaned up to kiss your forehead. “Always,” he said quietly. “I love taking care of you two.” Your heart softened. He truly did mean it. He’d been so patient and attentive—feeding you, rubbing your back, holding you when you cried for no reason.

And there was something else, too: the way his gaze lingered on your growing belly like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Nelson,” you began, voice hushed, “you really don’t mind all this? The weird moods, the cravings, the…changes?” He let out a gentle laugh and slid onto the couch beside you, pulling you closer. “Mind it? Are you kidding? I’m completely obsessed.” His hand cupped your belly, thumb stroking lightly. “I love every second of this—the bump, your curves, your attitude.” He lowered his voice, near a whisper. “And how much I want you, even more now.” You blushed, heat pooling low in your belly. Hormones made you irritable, yes, but they also amplified your desire at the strangest moments. It was true that sometimes, when you were cranky or uncomfortable, Grizzy’s solution was to guide you into the bedroom and remind you how cherished and desirable you were. And if nothing else worked to lighten your mood, well, he had other ways—like burying his face between your legs, kissing and licking you into a state of blissful forgetfulness. “Speaking of wanting me,” you said softly, turning to look at him, a spark of mischief in your eyes, “I’m in a mood.” It was half a statement, half a request for relief that only he could provide. His gaze darkened with understanding. “Oh, you want that kind of comfort.” He set the plate aside, leaning in to kiss your jaw, then your neck. “Let me guess, you feel tense?” He pressed another kiss at the base of your throat, voice going low.

“Could use some attention?” You nodded, breath hitching. “Mhmm.” “Finish your food first,” he teased, hand slipping under your shirt to caress the underside of your belly. “Gotta keep you fed.” His tone was playful, but you could see the hungry gleam in his eye. “Then I’m all yours.” You grinned, quickly popping a pickle slice into your mouth, heart thudding with anticipation.

The next morning, Grizzy had a spot on Clooless, the podcast he co-hosted with friends. You were curled up on the couch, phone propped up to watch the live recording. They joked about random topics, current events, and gaming highlights. Eventually, the conversation drifted to personal life updates. You perked up, knowing Grizzy might mention you and the baby. “So, Grizzy,” Puffer began, leaning into the mic, “tell us what’s new on the home front. I know you’ve been preparing for parenthood, to become a father.” Grizzy smiled, the kind that reached his eyes and softened his whole expression. “Man, I’m just—” he paused, searching for words, “I’m so excited. I know I joke a lot, but this is huge for me. We’re close, you know? Just a few more weeks.” Pezzy teased, “I bet you’re freaking out. Getting the nursery ready and all that?” He chuckled, leaning closer to the mic. “The nursery’s set. It’s adorable. But more than that, I’m obsessed with my girlfriend right now. I swear, pregnancy is…something else. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful, more…just full of life. She’s strong, dealing with all the aches and cravings, and I get to be there, help out, make her pancakes at midnight if she wants. I’d do anything for her.” Your cheeks went warm at his words. He continued, voice turning more earnest, almost reverent. “I’m serious, it’s like I’m seeing her in a whole new light. Every curve, every little complaint, I’m just like—‘Yes, let me fix it. Let me make it easier.’” He laughed a bit at himself, “you guys think I’m whipped, but honestly? I’m so whipped, it’s not even funny. I’m grateful every day.”

Your heart clenched at the love pouring out of him. Even filtered through the screen, it was powerful. He was gushing, shameless and proud, letting the world know how much he adored you and the baby growing inside you. Droid chimed in, “Damn, Grizzy, this kid’s not even here yet and you’re already the ultimate dad.” “Can’t help it,” Grizzy replied, smiling so big you could see his dimples. “I can’t wait. They both give me purpose, you know? And if I can make her laugh when she’s moody, or feed them when she’s craving something weird, or just—” He lowered his voice, more intimate now, “—show her how much I worship her body as it grows our child, then that’s all I need.” You swallowed, blinking back a sudden wave of emotion. It meant so much that he celebrated you, that he didn’t shy away from talking about how he admired you, even in public. Later, after the podcast, he returned home. You were waiting, leaning against the doorframe. He shot you a look, half-worried, half-hopeful. “Caught the show?” he asked, tone light, but you could see the question in his eyes. You nodded, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. “I did,” you murmured. “You made me cry, you know.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Happy tears, I hope.” “Very happy tears,” you assured him, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “And now I’m hungry.” His face lit up, that playful grin returning. “Hungry, huh? What’s on the menu tonight?”

You pretended to think hard. “Hmmm. Not sure. Something sweet, maybe. And then…maybe you?” He laughed softly, shaking his head in affectionate disbelief. “You’re insatiable.” “Your fault,” you teased, poking his chest lightly. “You made me this spoiled.” His eyes flashed with that familiar heat, hands settling on your hips, thumbs brushing your belly. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” he murmured, voice dropping to that husky tone that made your insides flip. “Let’s take care of both cravings, shall we?” You grinned, heart full, body thrumming with contentment and desire. Together, you moved into the apartment, the scent of home and love and possibility surrounding you. Everything felt right: his devotion, your laughter, the life growing inside you—and the promise that, no matter what, he was there to feed every hunger, soothe every ache, and worship every inch of your pregnant body.

The Charm of Cherry Blossoms - CloolessxReader

Summary: Clooless boys at Hogwarts

TW: Potion making

In a world where broomsticks soared and spells danced in the air, five young wizards found themselves entangled in the enchanting halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Among them were Puffer, the cunning Slytherin; Grizzy, the loyal Hufflepuff; Pezzy and Droid, the daring Gryffindors; and ___, the brilliant Ravenclaw with a heart as mysterious as her scent.

One cool autumn afternoon, Professor Horace Slughorn, a rotund wizard with a penchant for collecting talented students, announced a new project in Potions class. Each student would create a batch of Amortentia, the famed love potion, that wafted enticing aromas to ensnare the heart.

“Remember,” Professor Slughorn said, his eyes twinkling behind round spectacles, “Amortentia smells different to each person, based on what they find most attractive. Use your instincts!”

The students were paired into unique groups, a mixture of houses that would test their teamwork. Puffer, Grizzy, Pezzy, Droid, and ____ found themselves side by side, a merry band of misfits. As they worked, the bubbling cauldron emitted various scents. However, the moment ____ casually adjusted the tiny vial of her signature cherry fragrance, the entire room seemed to transform.

“Do you smell that?” Puffer exclaimed, leaning closer, his Slytherin demeanor slightly softening. “Cherries! It’s delightful. Isn’t that right, guys?”

Grizzy nodded enthusiastically, "Absolutely! I smell that, too!"

Pezzy and Droid exchanged mischievous glances, “It’s definitely cherries! No wonder ____ is in Ravenclaw—she’s got a knack for creating magical scents.”

As the potion simmered and glowed with an otherworldly sheen, the boys felt an unfamiliar flutter in their chests whenever ____grinned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The cherry aroma seemed to weave a spell of its own, igniting a spark of interest that none could ignore.

After class, the trio of boys began to "accidentally" bump into Bella at every corner. Outside by the Quidditch pitch, Grizzy offered to show her how to catch a Snitch. In the library, Pezzy carefully perched a stack of books on a precarious ledge, only to have them tumble entirely. “Oh no! Let me help you with that, ___!” he exclaimed, his face turning as red as Gryffindor robes.

Droid surprised ____ in the greenhouse with a freshly picked bloom. “I thought you’d like this! It’s a magical flower,” he said, beaming, unaware that it was just a common daisy.

With each encounter, ____ sensed their awkwardness mixed with earnest interest, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “You boys are really going out of your way,” she teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“We just want to show you how cool it is to hang out with the ‘coolest’ group,” Puffer chimed in, “and we can be really fun, I promise!”

Each interaction seemed to smell sweeter with the cherry fragrance dancing in the air, leading to increasingly dramatic moments. They concocted elaborate schemes to surprise her—like a Quidditch game in the moonlight or a late-night study session with pumpkin juice and Chocolate Frogs.

As days turned into weeks, ____ found herself enjoying the attention, laughter, and friendship. But things took a turn when Professor Slughorn announced a potions challenge, where the best Amortentia recipe would be judged. Sparks ignited in the air and friendly rivalry brewed among the boys, each trying to win over____’s affections through their potion-making prowess.

“Just wait,” Pezzy bragged one day, “my potion is sure to impress Bella more than yours!”

“Oh, it’s on!” Puffer declared, his Slytherin ambition flaring.

While competition thickened the air like smoke, ____ watched, bemused and a tad confused. It became clear they all had their charms and strengths, each displaying a different kind of affection. She was flattered, but also felt the weight of their desires pressing against her heart.

On the day of the potions challenge, excitement filled the Great Hall. The bubbling cauldrons and the scent of concocted love filled the room. ____ stood back, watching the boys test their potions and sharing laughter. The cherry-scented twists in the air highlighted their emotions, but they also made her realize that none of them had truly made her fall in love.

As she considered all their efforts—grating ingredients, collecting rare flowers, and the sweet tension among friends—she thought she might have to make a choice. But perhaps, she concluded, it wasn’t a choice between them, but to embrace her friendships fully without hastening into something more.

“I appreciate all of this,” ____ announced, her smile lighting up her face. “But I think love potions, while fun, can’t create genuine feelings out of thin air.”

The boys exchanged glances, blinking in realization. Maybe, just maybe, friendship was the true potion they’d concocted together.

With a newfound understanding, the group smiled. The cherry scent danced around them, a reminder that while love could blossom, strong friendships could ignite even greater magic.

And in the enchanted halls of Hogwarts, with laughter resonating through its corridors, they would cherish their time together as a cool, interconnected crew, with more adventures awaiting them on the horizon.

Epic April Fools

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

TW: Established relationship

"I watched Paint Dry"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Girlfriend Moment - ElasticDroid x Reader

Summary: You bring him whataburger, clip inspo (link at the bottom)

TW: Established relationship, kisses, lmk if i missed anything

“Chat, my girlfriend is gonna bring me Whataburger, so when she comes in don't make it such a big deal, okay?” Droid warns his chat with my presence even though I'm just down stairs unpacking his order. 

As I made my way up the stairs, the aroma of melted cheese and perfectly seasoned fries wafted through the air, a tantalizing preview of the flavorful feast that awaited us. Droid, engrossed in a video game, barely turned his head as I entered the room, but I knew he was eagerly anticipating the treasure I was carrying. 

“Hey, I’m here with the goods!” I proclaimed, a grin spreading across my face as I delivered the plate first, setting it down carefully on the desk. “Your burger is ready to rock!”

Droid’s eyes lit up as he glanced at the plate, confirming that I had indeed brought him his favorite order. “Thanks! You’re a lifesaver!” He managed to mutter, still focused on the game, as I placed the drink next to him and handed him the straw with a flourish.

I tried to pull back my hand, he grabbed it with a gentle force. He brought my left hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles while all on stream. “Thank you baby.” he whispered but the mic still picked it up.

I clapped my hands and bent down into the camera frame, where chat could see my reaction, I bit my lip while resting my hands on my thighs for a second. I bounced back up and started walking out of his office with my hands up, “I just won in life.” I shut his door, with a small slam on accident. 

Boyfriend moment - Twitch

The Saviour of The Day

Summary: On this particular day, __ had a grueling 12-hour shift ahead of her at the hospital, and in the whirlwind of preparing for work, she had forgotten to pack her beloved homemade lunch.

TW: Established relationship, nurse!reader, kisses, loving partner

As the hours ticked away, the stress of the shift crept in, not just from the fatigue of tending to her patients, but also from the gnawing hunger that settled in her stomach. She tried to focus on her tasks—the beeping monitors, the whirl of doctors and nurses, and the grateful smiles from her patients—but all she could think about was how much she missed her delicious lunch, a special recipe from her mom that she looked forward to every day.

Meanwhile, her loving boyfriend, Droid, was at home, eagerly anticipating her lunch break. He knew how hard __ worked and how much she appreciated the flavors of home cooked meals. An idea popped into his head: why not surprise her with an authentic Mexican lunch? He quickly gathered the ingredients and began crafting a masterpiece—three tacos filled with slow-cooked chicken marinated in spices, fresh cilantro, onions, avocado, and a side of zesty salsa. The aroma filled his little kitchen, a blend of comfort and love, as he carefully packed everything into a vibrant container adorned with a photo of their happiest moments together.

As the clock struck noon, Droid set out on his little adventure. He hurried through the busy streets, navigating between other lunch-seekers and dodging the simmering heat of the midday sun. Arriving at the hospital, his heart raced; he couldn’t wait to see the look on __'s face when he surprised her. He made his way to the nurses’ station, his smile as bright as the sun, and asked where he could find her.

With a little guidance, Droid found her in the break room, looking momentarily overwhelmed as she fidgeted with the leftovers of her nurse colleague’s vending machine snack. Just as she turned to pour herself some water, she caught sight of Droid through the doorway, holding the colorful container like a beacon of hope.

“__!” he called, his face lighting up with joy. She spun around, and time seemed to pause for just a moment. When she recognized the food, tears welled in her eyes—happy tears for a love so thoughtful, so kind. It was a moment of pure connection amidst the chaos of her day.

“Droid!” she exclaimed, rushing toward him in a whirlwind of emotion. He wrapped her in a warm embrace, the world around them disappearing as they stood in the glow of their affection. She felt cherished, every ounce of the day’s fatigue lifting in that moment. “I can’t believe you did this for me!”

Droid grinned, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. “I couldn’t let my favorite nurse go hungry. I know how much you love your tacos, and you deserve a real lunch break. Let’s eat!”

They sat together at a small table in the break room, the brightly colored container between them like a treasure chest. As she savored each bite, __ felt grateful not just for the meal but for the love that Droid put into it. The spicy, warm flavors danced on her tongue, and the laughter they shared filled the room with a comforting ambiance that made even the hard day feel lighter.

With every bite, their conversation flowed easily, reminders of joy and plans for their next outing sparking excitement. For those precious few minutes, they shared not just a meal, but a sanctuary from the bustling world outside—two hearts intertwined, sharing a moment of simple happiness in the midst of life’s frantic pace.

As __ reluctantly prepared to return to her duties, she kissed Droid softly, promising to save the rest of the tacos for later. They exchanged a hopeful gaze, knowing that love could transform even the busiest of days into something special.

☆Clooless

Night of laughter

Astigmatic

Drunk Clooless moments

Three Players?

Clooless Comfort

Surprise Attack

Vibe Haven

A Tender Moment

Fairly Clooless

Not Clooless anymore

The Charm of Cherry Blossoms

Birthday Podcast

Clooless Queen

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of the clooles boys and pregnant reader? You can come up with the plot and what not all I know is that I’m in baby fever so lord help me

Pregnant at Pax - Pezzy x Reader/ Clooless x reader

“Alrighty babe, we have a table- well area- uh I don't know really, but I do know that there is a table and chairs for us to sit at while we talk to fans. You are going to be sitting next to me and Grizzy, then Droid is on my other side while Puffer is on Grizzy’s other side. We got you covered so if you need anything let us know, or whatever. “ Pezzy went on a small rant while I was sitting on our hotel bed in Boston. I was struggling to get out of the bed so I reached my hands out to Pezzy so he could help me up.

“Baby I need help up. I need to pack my snack bag so I don't bother y’all so much.” I said as calmly as possible but I was slightly irritated with how overprotective he has gotten. That thought was soon out of my head as my baby was thinking of how good mcdonalds sounded at 8 in the morning.

“Baby the guys know and don't care, you know that we got you covered in snacks and drinks- what are you- I take that back, what is bean thinking or craving?” He stopped his rant when he saw my face form into a small pleased smile and pleading eyes. Pezzy helped me off the bed following me to the other bed where our suitcases were occupying. 

“Well since you already got our snacks packed, I need to get dressed nice but not too nice. Alllsoo Bean wants a Mcdonald’s milkshake and large fry, or 3 crispy hashbrowns.” I said while moving all my clothes around. I finally found my simple and comfy maternity set that I packed as a backup outfit. I tried my best to put it on without struggling, but I ended up giving up and Pezzy came over to help me in my pants.

As Pezzy zipped up the pants, a gentle smile played on his lips. "There we go, all fashionably ready for our little fan meeting," he teased, giving me a playful poke in the side. I rolled my eyes but felt warm inside, knowing he cared so much.

Once dressed, I practically floated over to the small dining table where we had arranged our snacks. The morning sun streamed in through the hotel window, the golden light illuminating the room in soft hues. I took a deep breath, savoring the smell of the freshly packed treats. Giving more thoughts of the seating arrangement at the tableBetween Pezzy, Grizzy, Droid, and Puffer, I couldn't ask for a more supportive crew.

As I rifled through my snacks, Pezzy lounged against the wall, scrolling through his phone. "What do you think the fans are going to ask us? Probably a lot about our upcoming schedule, right?" 

Just then, a loud knock echoed through the hotel room. Startled, we exchanged glances, and Pezzy walked over to the door. He opened it just a crack, peering out with a curious brow raised. Standing there with an exuberant smile was Grizzy, Droid and Puffer arms laden with coffee cups, McDonald's bags fluttering from the gentle breeze.

"Breakfast is served!" Grizzy announced dramatically, stepping inside and placing down the bounty of food before us. The smell of fries mingled with the rich aroma of coffee, instantly lifting the room's mood. 

Droid shuffled in behind him, his ever-enthusiastic energy filling the space as he chimed in, “I got those milkshakes you wanted! And we even ordered a few extra to share. You can’t resist the milkshake magic—trust me!”

“Trust me Hun, Bean can’t resist the milkshake magic. I just wanted something salty.” I shrugged with a smile gracing my face , while rubbing my baby bump. 

“Did someone say magic?” Puffer, who had just entered the room, leaned against the doorframe with his carefree smile. “All I know is we’ve got a pretty magical group here. Look at this spread!” 

With laughter echoing around us, we gathered at the table, the lively chatter filling the air. I grabbed my milkshake, feeling the sweet, creamy goodness swirl between my fingers, then took a glorious slurp. It was everything I wanted, and instantly, my worries dissipated with each sip.

As the conversations bubbled over and ideas flew in every direction, I relaxed back into my chair, feeling the warmth of camaraderie. Despite my earlier irritation with Pezzy’s protectiveness, I realized that it came from his place of love. 

Just then, Pezzy leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “I know this isn’t a traditional part of PAX and well your tour, but I’m really glad we get these moments together.” I nodded, understanding that amid the chaos of schedules and fans, these little moments—filled with laughter, good food, and the best company—were the true treasures of our journey.  

As Pezzy sat next to me he started rubbing my stomach and the other arm wrapped around my shoulder, everyone started thinking of questions that fans will ask, and how we will respond to them. How we will tell them no I'm not answering that question in a respectful tone.

 As we tossed question ideas back and forth, the thought of dealing with some trickier inquiries crossed my mind. There would surely be questions about my condition—questions laced with curiosity that strayed beyond mere healthy concern. 

“What about personal questions, like about the baby?” I voiced cautiously, catching the group's attention. “How do we handle those?” 

Droid nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Just remember, it's okay to draw boundaries. You can say, ‘We appreciate the love, but we prefer to keep that part of our lives private.’” 

“Respect is key!” Puffer declared jovially, fist-bumping the air. “That way, we can steer the conversation back to the fun stuff, like gaming and snacks!”

“Communication is everything,” Pezzy added, his calm tone laced with reassurance. “We’re a team, and we’ve got each other’s backs.” 

The tension in my shoulders eased as I felt a warm wave of gratitude wash over me. The way they supported not just me, but each other, felt like a beautiful, intricate dance. Together, we’d navigate whatever came our way.

As we collectively crafted responses to hypothetical questions, Grizzy suddenly piped up with a wide-eyed expression, “Okay, but imagine someone asks about secret talents we have! Like, can you juggle? Because I've been working on my juggling skills!” 

“Juggling, huh?” I laughed, my eyes sparkling with amusement. “Show us what you got!” 

Grizzy stood, grabbing some empty snack boxes and setting them up as makeshift juggling balls. The whole group burst into laughter as he attempted to juggle, managing to drop one snack box repeatedly. 

“Not as easy as it looks, huh?” Droid chimed in, feigning a look of mock surprise. 

We all erupted into a fit of laughter, and suddenly I realized how lighthearted the atmosphere had become. In the middle of snacks, silly games, and camaraderie, the worries about the day faded away.

“Hey, we should probably meet up with everyone else soon, it's about an hour and half til we have to be at the table to get us all set up.” I suggested 

“I guess that means we need to save some snacks for later!” Puffer exclaimed, stuffing a hash brown into his mouth as if to emphasize his point. The sight sent us all into another giggle fit, our earlier excitement gearing up for the day ahead.

“Good call,” Pezzy said, glancing at the mess of wrappers and boxes strewn across the table. “We can’t leave a battlefield behind. And who knows, our fans might judge our snack choices!” 

Grizzy attempted to balance the empty boxes on his head, a joke in progress aimed to lighten our spirits even further. “The true test of a great gaming team is their snack strategy!” 

“Alright, let's get organized!” I chimed in, trying to rein in the hilarity to prepare us for the busier part of our day. I began packing up the remaining snacks in my snack bag, grateful for the shared light-heartedness we had cultivated. 

With everyone pitching in, we carefully sorted the snacks. Pezzy’s deft fingers worked to ensure everything was neatly stowed away, while I packed up my milkshake, cradling it in my hand as if it were a treasured possession. 

Once the area was tidied up, I glanced in the mirror across the room, adjusting my hair and giving myself a quick pep talk. I wanted to be fully present for our fans, ready to engage and share in their enthusiasm. 

“Ready to show the world what we’ve got?” I asked, turning back to face the group with a determined smile. Pezzy slung the bag over his shoulder, while grabbing my free hand as we exited the hotel and our room.

They returned my enthusiasm with cheers, collectively pumped for the meet-and-greet. “Let’s do this!” echoed through the small hotel room, harmonizing our shared jitters and excitement.

As we gathered our things, the anticipation in the air seemed to spark with every passing moment. Stepping into the hotel hallway, we faced a bustling PAX world that was alive with the energy of thousands of gamers, creators, and enthusiasts.

The sounds of chatter, laughter, and delighted squeals filled our ears as we made our way toward the expo floor. A vibrant tapestry of colors and sights greeted us—screens flashing gameplay footage, booths showcasing the latest games, and cosplayers parading by in all their elaborate glory. 

As we approached our designated area, the excitement bubbled like the fizzy sweetness of soda. I spotted the long table where we would meet fans, adorned with banners and signs that highlighted our presence. 

Waves of familiar faces began to appear, a mixture of anticipation and joy illuminating their expressions. I felt my heart race. This was what it was all about—the passion of the community wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

“Just remember, we’re here to have fun! Get to know our fans and let them know how much we appreciate them,” Pezzy said, squeezing my shoulder gently and kissing my cheek, grounding me amidst the whirlwind of activity.

The simple gesture—so tender and reassuring—sent a surge of warmth through me. The packed convention center buzzed with energy, but in that moment, everything else faded into the background. It was just me, Pezzy, and the unshakeable bond we shared.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I said, my voice steady as I adjusted my stance, taking a deep breath to fuel my excitement. The thought of meeting our fans filled me with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. These were the people who had cheered us on, shared our laughs, and accompanied us through our journeys.

As we approached the table, I caught a glimpse of some fans already waiting, their eyes sparkling with the thrill of anticipation. Some held memorabilia—action figures, posters, and even gaming consoles, eager for us to sign their treasures. Others wore shirts adorned with our logo, a testament of their support. Each face held a unique story, and I felt a deep desire to connect with them.

“Hi, folks!” I called out, an exuberant smile breaking across my face. The fans lit up in response, shouting back greetings that echoed like music in the lively hall. 

“Thank you for coming! We’re so excited to meet each and every one of you!”

A wave of laughter surged through the small gathering. It effectively broke the ice, melting any nerves that lingered in the air. As fans approached, the spirit of inclusion swelled and wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

One young girl, no older than eight, skipped forward with bright eyes glistening with excitement. “Can I have a goofy face picture with you?” she asked, her voice bubbling with glee. 

“Absolutely!” I exclaimed, dropping my silliness meter into overdrive. I pursed my lips and crossed my eyes, mimicking cartoonish characters, and Pezzy joined in, his exaggerated poses doubling the laughter. 

Click! The camera captured the moment, and her laughter rang in my ears—pure, unfiltered joy. 

Afterward, with her heart full of delight, she skipped away, waving her hands behind her. The ripple of happiness she left in her wake ignited a newfound eagerness within me. 

As much as I enjoyed eating snacks, it was the genuine connections I truly cherished. Each interaction revealed bits of our shared passions, and stories flowed like the sweetest honey as fans shared their exciting journeys through gaming, what inspired them, and even their favorite moments from our content. 

“Your songs on the last album release really helped me through some tough times,” one fan shared, visibly moved. “It made me feel like I wasn’t alone.” 

My heart squeezed at the sincerity of his words. “Thank you for sharing that with us,” I replied. “It means the world to know we can be a part of your journey. You’re not alone. We’re all in this together!” 

The day unfolded in a beautiful blur of laughter, gratitude, and the kind of camaraderie that bridged the gap between creator and fan. Pezzy expertly juggled conversations, signing autographs while ensuring that no fan felt overlooked. 

As the clock ticked by, and the line snaked ever longer, I felt a rush of fulfillment. “This is good for the soul,” I mused aloud to Pezzy during a brief respite. 

He smiled, eyes shining with warmth. “Exactly. Remember, this is more than just a job. We’re creating a community, and today we get to celebrate it.”

Just as we prepared for the next wave of fans, a commotion from the side caught our attention. A group of cosplayers made their entrance, dressed in elaborate costumes, each one more impressive than the last. The crowd erupted in cheers, and soon enough, they were heading our way—part of our ever-growing family.

With each laugh, each shared story, and each encouraging word, I felt a deeper connection with the very people who made what we did possible. Today was more than just a meet-and-greet; it was a testament to the joy of human connection, solidarity, and the love emanating from a community passionate about gaming and friendship. 

And through it all, Pezzy remained close, his presence a constant source of strength and light as we ventured deeper into this beautiful chaos. Together, we would forge a tapestry rich with stories—our own and those of the fans whose lives intertwined with ours. This was our world, and we were ready to embrace it.