#clooless x reader

[chaos-chloe]

Devastating Dinner

Summary: On the eve of her third anniversary with her boyfriend, Droid, she prepared a special surprise dinner reserved at their favorite restaurant.

TW: Angst, Breakup, Tears

Dressed in a beautiful blue dress that sparkled like the night sky, she felt a thrill blossom in her heart as she arrived at the restaurant, excitement swirling around her like confetti. Every minute that ticked by, however, chipped away at her anticipation. The table was set, the candles flickered in soft hues, but the only sound was the clinking of glasses and the distant hum of laughter around her. 

After thirty minutes, ___ felt a pang of concern. She pulled out her phone, only to be greeted with a notification that sent her heart plummeting. Droid had gone live on Twitch. Her mind raced back to their earlier conversations, her gentle reminders about the upcoming anniversary. Surely, he couldn’t have forgotten amidst the stream of game notifications and viewer comments swirling around him.

___’s heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. With a heavy sigh, she settled her bill, leaving behind a generous tip for the server whose pitying glance made her heart ache even more. With each step toward the exit, she held her head high, determined to carry the weight of unfulfilled hope like a badge of honor. After all, she was strong—unbreakable.

Once she reached the sanctuary of her home, a fortress where she could finally shed the façade of feminine strength, the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sank into her couch, feeling the solitude wrap around her like a heavy blanket. At that moment, she reached for her phone and typed out a simple yet profound message to her once closest friend: "Hopefully one day, you'll remember."

___ stared at the screen, the words blinking back at her like a distant star flickering in the night sky. "Hopefully one day, you'll remember." It seemed so simple yet carried the weight of a thousand heartfelt moments all piled into one. Each word resonated with the echo of hopes unfulfilled, and as she pressed send, it felt like a stone dropped into a silent pond, creating ripples that would spread far beyond that moment.

The tears that had flowed like a river now began to dry, replaced by a stirring resolve within her heart. She wiped her cheeks, each stroke reminding herself that she was more than a relationship.

[dearstvckyx]

Every night, im sick and why? - Pezzy

It’s been five weeks since you last saw Max. You’ve both been missing each other deeply. When strange symptoms and late nights of nausea hit you hard in San Francisco, you chalk it up to stress. But a joking comment from Max turns into reality—and your world shifts completely. - The Neighbourhood , Staying Up

Pezzy x Reader , mentions of other steamers

Warnings: Pregnancy, mild language, comfort, found family, fluff, emotional moments.

The Neighbourhood Lyrics Masterlist - ⌂

You’re sitting cross-legged on your bed, the blue light of your laptop glowing on your face. It’s nearly 1 a.m. in San Francisco, and for the fifth night in a row, you feel like crap.

Your stomach twists. Your throat’s sore. You’re tired, nauseous, and not entirely sure why—until the FaceTime screen flashes and your heart leaps at the name.

MaxTheCat is calling…

You answer with a groggy smile. “Hey, Max”

He lights up at the sight of you, messy hair and all. “Hey you. Damn, you look like a zombie.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, rubbing your temple. “I feel like one.”

His brow creases. “Still sick?”

You nod. “Yeah… every night, I’m sick and I don’t know why.”

He pauses for a beat, then lets out a laugh. “Maybe you’re pregnant or something.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying!” He throws his hands up. “That’d explain the mood swings and the fact you said ‘I miss you’ four times yesterday.”

You try to laugh it off, but something twists in your stomach—more nerves than nausea now. “You think I should… test?”

He goes quiet. “Wait. Are we—like, could we actually be?”

You both just stare at each other, the possibility suddenly becoming terrifyingly real.

Three Days Later

You’re staring down at a stick. Two pink lines. Not one.

You sit on the bathroom floor in your tiny San Francisco apartment, knees pulled to your chest.

Then you pick up your phone, looking for your longtime boyfriend’s name.

After 2 rings, he picks up the phone but before he could say anything you beat him to the punch “Max?”

His voice crackles through. “What’s up, beautiful?”

You take a breath. “You were right.”

There’s silence. Then: “Wait. You’re serious?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Six Months Later – Texas

The warm Texas sun dipped low in the sky, casting gold light through yours and Max’s living room windows as you stood back and watched pure chaos unfold in slow motion.

Grizzy was sitting on the floor surrounded by tools for a changing table, staring at the instructions, “who the hell made this so complicated to understand?”

“I think you just slow there man,” Droid offered, half-laughing, half-panicking as a paint can almost exploded on him as he was opening it.

“Jesus Christ!” Droid shouted, hands flying up.

“I told you not to pry it open like that dumbass!” Puffer called from the kitchen, holding a bottle of water, handing it to you.

You sat on the couch, hand on your belly as Olivia kicked softly inside. The boys had insisted on helping build Olivia’s nursery and decorating it. now that it was getting closer to the date and secretly didn’t want you nor Max to worry about it. Max’s mom had sent him some heirloom stuff and even his old baby stuff to add.

“Why didn’t we just pay someone to build this shit?” Grizzy grumbled again, staring at the pile of sad, scattered pieces on the floor.

“Because we’re not millionaires,” Smii7y mumbled under his breath, taping a paper “Baby Pez” banner to the wall.

The room fell silent.

Seven heads turned in unison.

Smii7y blinked, “wot?”

“You literally own a house and rent an apartment, bro,” Pezzy said slowly.

“You flew us first-class to Vegas because you ‘were bored,’” Droid added.

“You accidentally bought a second gaming PC because you forgot you already had one,” Puffer said, smirking.

Smii7y shrugged. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I wanna pay for someone to build something.”

You let out a laugh, the first full one in days, hand on your belly. “This baby is going to have the weirdest, best set of uncles.”

Max came over, pulling you gently to your feet. “You say weird like it’s a bad thing.”

“I’m pretty sure our daughter’s first word is gonna be ‘Puffer,’ and I don’t know if I’m emotionally prepared for that.”

“I hope it’s ‘Grizzy,’” Grizzy piped up, holding up a screw like it was a microphone. “I’ve already accepted the role of favorite.”

Max leaned in and kissed your temple. “She’s gonna love all of you. But mostly you.”

Hospital Room

The room was warm and buzzing, voices low and awed as the boys took turns peeking into the clear hospital bassinet where Olivia slept peacefully — for now.

“She’s got a whole head of hair already,” Grizzy whispered, peering in like he was inspecting a rare artifact. “Bet she came out with a skincare routine too.”

“She’s literally glowing,” Droid added, crossing his arms. “Like she knows she’s a star.”

Smii7y tilted his head, squinting. “I feel like she’s judging me.”

“She should be,” Blarg chimed in from the corner, cradling a juice box he’d stolen from the nurse’s station. “You said you wouldn’t cry, and you did cry.”

“Those lights are bright,” Smii7y argued, blinking dramatically. “Could’ve been allergies.”

“Sure, man,” Droid muttered, grinning. “Definitely wasn’t your voice crackin’ when she opened her eyes.”

Amid all the noise and teasing, you and Max sat side-by-side, your shoulders touching as he rested a hand gently over your wrist. Olivia had just fallen asleep again after her first bottle, her tiny chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Then the chaos paused. Not because anyone said anything — but because Chris, hasn’t said anything.

Infact Chris was quiet.

Too quiet.

You all turned to look.

Puffer was standing beside the bassinet, eyes locked on Olivia like the world had narrowed to just that single moment. His bottom lip quivered just slightly, his brows furrowed in a way you’d never seen. He looked… soft. Lost. Reverent.

“Puff?” Max said, cautiously.

Puffer didn’t respond. He reached down instead, arms open, waiting for a nod from you.

You nodded gently. “Go ahead.”

He scooped Olivia up with a kind of care you wouldn’t expect from a guy who raged at Uno. His arms cradled her like instinct — like he’d held a hundred babies, even though you were pretty sure this was his first.

And then she started to fuss. A soft whimper at first, growing louder. Her nose wrinkled, her lip wobbled.

“C’mon, Liv, don’t start—” Puffer whispered.

But then—like magic—she stopped.

Everyone blinked.

Grizzy pointed. “Yo.”

“She stopped crying,” Droid murmured.

“In his arms?” Blarg looked offended.

“Is she broken?” Smii7y asked. “Or is he some kind of baby whisperer?”

“She’s got a favorite already,” Max muttered, mock-offended.

You smiled. “Uncle Puff.”

Chris looked up, and yeah—his eyes were glassy now.

“I don’t know why I’m crying, bro,” he said with a watery laugh. “She’s just… she’s real, man. Like our baby. Like she belongs to all of us.”

The room went quiet for a second.

Then everyone, everyone, started tearing up.

Smii7y was the first to break the silence. “Okay, who gave him the main character arc?”

“You’re just mad she didn’t stop crying for you,” Droid fired back.

“Watch your mouth,” Puffer mumbled, bouncing Olivia gently. “She’s sensitive.”

You leaned into Max, laughing softly through your own tears. He wrapped an arm around you, eyes never leaving the sight of Puffer and Olivia.

“She’s got the weirdest family,” you whispered.

“But the best one,” he replied. “Hands down.”

[chaos-chloe]

This is a materpiece! Ahh I know imma reread and reread this multiple times

Little Devil - Droid x Reader

Summary: Reader invites the guys out for drinks and they may have a trick up their sleeve.

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“Guys, please come out with us tonight!” I say, jumping out of my spot and looking at all the boys. We were all playing Mario Kart at Droid’s when my best friend told me to come out to the bars tonight. 

“A nap sounds kinda good right now, not gonna lie,” Droid said, fake yawning. I shot him a look and pulled out my puppy dog eyes, they always work.

“Do not give me that look,” Droid said. I only pouted my lip harder.

“I mean, drinks do sound like a vibe right now. I’m down for it,” Grizzy said. 

“See! If you don’t want to stay you don’t have to of course, I miss going out with you guys,” I said, hopping back into my spot between Droid and Pezzy.

“Well, let’s finish up our Mario Kart session and then we can prepare for a night out with your crazy ass,” Puffer said, queuing up for the next race.

“You just want to continue beating us, don’t you?” Pezzy said as we all looked at Puffer. He responded with a short and deadpanned ‘Yes’.

After another hour of getting our asses beat, I called it quits. “Okay, I need to go home and get changed and get all pretty. Meet us at the bar at 10?” I say getting up to gather my things.

“Yup, we’ll be there!” Droid said enthusiastically. The guys all exchanged looks and I gave him a sweet smile and patted his leg. “Don’t be late!” I yelled, walking out the door.

“Oh, you're whipped man,” Grizzy said. “Shut up!” Droid said, holding a pillow to his face.

“Amor, hurry up!” My best friend yelled up at me, pulling on her shoes. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I yelled back, running down the stairs because the Uber was about to pull up to the house. I check my bag for everything I need; ID, debit card, lip gloss, roll on perfume and keys. Perfect!

I pull on my platform boots, feeling like Sabrina Carpenter, and loop my arm around my bestie’s and give her a big smile. “Excited for tonight? Is it because you finally convinced the boys to come out?” She said, smirking at me.

I drawed out a long ‘Maybe’ and hid my face from the blush rising on my cheeks. 

We chatted on the way to the bar and after a short ride, we pulled up to our favorite bar. I get a text from Droid saying they are on the way. “Let’s go in and see if we can get a booth, the guys are on the way,” I say leading the way.

We go up and say ‘Hi’ to the bouncer, we come here all the time for the events and such they have so we easily became regulars. We both spot an open booth and book it over there.

“Thank god we got somewhere to sit, I know the guys will be appreciative,” my roomie said. “That and I know how much we hate our feet hurting after dancing the entire night,” I added. “Oh my gosh, you’re so smart babe,” she said, smiling at me. 

I texted Droid where we were and shortly, the server came up to us. We ordered some appetizers and drinks to start with when we spotted the boys come in.

I jumped and waved to them, smiling big. I ran up to Droid and gave him a huge hug. I pulled away, “I’m so glad you guys are here! We’re gonna have so much fun.”

I gave the other guys hugs and grabbed Droid’s hand to bring them to the table. The boys all shared a look and looked at my bestie giving them the same look.

I sat back down next to my bestie with Droid across from me, Pezzy, Grizzy, and Puffer filing in before him. 

“Here are your appetizers and drinks for you ladies,” the server said. I got so excited and immediately went into the food. We all ate and caught up since they were also close with my bestie and haven’t seen each other in a hot minute.

The drinks were flowing. Music was bumping. We were all feeling ourselves. “Después de la Playa” by Bad Bunny started playing and my bestie and I looked at each other and immediately grabbed onto each other and started singing.

We ran to the dance floor and started dancing along to the infectious beat of the song. Bringing out all of our moves, hips swinging left to right.

The boys all looked at us like we were lunatics because they have never been clubbing with us and were surprised. 

Their mouths were agape but not more than Droid at me. The guys caught on to his gaze and were egging him on to join me. 

I danced with my bestie for a good part of the song before she whispered in my ear, “Do you see Droid ogling at you?” She said almost squealing. I looked at her and shook my head ‘Yes’. 

She drifted over to the other guys as I caught Droid’s eye. With drunken eyes and a dopey smile, I did a ‘Come here’ motion with my finger. Droid all but floated over to me and with my confidence sky-high, I placed his hands on my waist and mine over his shoulders.

We danced for the remainder of the song, not even realizing the next one started up.

He dipped his head near my ear, “You look absolutely gorgeous,” Droid said. I give him a bashful smile, “Thank you. I’m really glad you came out with us. Besides, if you never came out with us, you wouldn’t be doing this,” I say, caressing his face.

We take a moment, lost in each other’s eyes. Close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat, I grabbed his neck to bring his mouth closer to me. Feeling each other’s breathing get heavier, his grip getting tighter on my hips.

I think to myself, I might as well have a little more fun… I pull him just enough to ghost my lips over his and tease a kiss that I’ll give him… eventually.

He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes, giving me the most defeated but amused look in his eyes.

“Oh, you are trouble, you know that?” He laughs at me while twirling me around and pulling me back into his embrace.

“I know, but you love it.” I said back, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Wanna go get another drink, the waitress is back at the table and I need another.”

“Let’s go, diablita,” He whispers in my ear, leading me back to the table.

We take our respective seats at the table, me next to my bestie, him next to Pezzy. My bestie places her hand on my thigh and whispers, “Good job.” I give her a little smile, she knew my plans all along.

Here’s to another amazing night.

[bl0gnymph]

pezzy motorcycle fic stay tuned guys😇😇

[swaggerscat]

Clooless swag?!?

Ain't no way, we might have a clooless swagger podcasts coming up!

[chaos-chloe]

Always go check this love ladies work!!! Highly recommend!

Go read!

New post over at @fem-floral! Also taking requests over there for Clooless guys (minus Puffer, unless it's platonic) and Spencer Reid, for my Criminal Minds lovers!

[99solaris]

home • pezzy

pairing: pezzy x gn!reader wc: 1.5k warnings: if you squint its angst ... fine balance with fluff song pairing: home by michael buble a/n: hello everyone!!! i am new to the frouse / clooless / goons writing community and thought i would throw my two cents into the bucket of writers. currently not taking requests since i am balancing studies next to this - maybe in the future (hopefully!) - i hope whoever reads enjoys it!!! feedback is always appreciated (:

The house always seemed to feel so much bigger when there wasn’t a second person to fill it. Evenings felt longer when the only sound to accompany you was the TV playing some random show and the added purring from Sly on your lap. It felt like life was put in slow motion, yet, you were still moving forward in real time. You feel slightly embarrassed for how much you actually miss him, even though he had only left the day before.

Max had agreed to go to Vegas for a boys trip over the weekend. He had talked about wanting to go back for months, frequently making jokes about how he ‘’needs to gamble’’ and ‘’I can hear the machines calling my name’’. All light fun with laughs and rolling of eyes. Muttering a low ‘’So is therapy’’ in response, earning an over the top shocked response from Max and a loud ‘’How dare you!’’.

When he was leaving, he nearly clinged on you for dear life. ‘’Remember to keep an eye on Sly,’’ he mentions, arms keeping a tight hold around your waist as he’s scanning the area behind you, ‘’Don’t let him out.’’ ‘’As if I have ever done that,’’ you respond, giving a soft shove to his shoulder and a quiet giggle. ‘’I’ll text you when I get there,’’ he says, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your lower back, ‘’And I’ll text you before I go to bed, when I go pee, when I am eating-’’ he says, rambling on before he shuts up when you place a kiss on his lips. ‘’Just send me a text when you can, just so I know that you’re alive, idiot,’’ you murmured against his lips. He hums in agreement before his lips leave yours, only to pepper gentle kisses on your cheek, nose, forehead, his eyelashes tickling your skin. ‘’Go, Max,’’ you giggle as he teasingly starts kissing down your neck, ‘’you have a plane to catch, yeah?’’. ‘’Just one more kiss,’’ he says, ‘’and then I go.’’ You shake your head and let him press the last kiss on your lips, gently squeezing you as if when he lets go, you would disappear. His hold on your waist slowly releases as he picks up his bags and slings them over his shoulder, shoulders slump as he gives an actor worthy dramatic sigh before turning around to leave. It’s only 3 days, how bad can it be?

Actually unbearable for the both of you - and so for his friends. They’ve implemented a rule that Max is not allowed to mention you within the first hour of being in Vegas, others have started betting on how long he can hold it in. ‘’Hey, I know you love them, dude,’’ Puffer says at some point, hands rubbing at his face, ‘’but can you please, please, just talk about something else?’’. The group laughs at the comment as Max can’t do anything but blush, scratching his neck and accepts the teasing he’s going to endure.

On the other side, you sit at home and scroll your Instagram feed, rather mindless as you don’t seem to be caught up in anything in front of you. A day has passed since Max left and it would be a lie if you said it hadn’t been hard falling asleep without him next to you. Most of Day 2 of ‘’Waiting for my Husband (Max) to return from war (Vegas)’’ was spent texting back and forth funny bits they had seen through the day, pictures of pure devastation and jubilations of wins and losses.

Cat Dad(dy): ‘’Just lost 200 dollars’’ Babe<3: ‘’Guess we’ll be eating bread and beans for the rest of the month’’ Cat Dad(dy): ‘’Trust the process, babe’’.

It lifted your mood whenever the notification ding would sound. For those small seconds it would feel like he was in the room down the hall, streaming, sending you texts about if you wanted to make some dinner (together, of course, as he always makes sure to note) or if you should order out. But he’s not. He’s somewhere too far away, probably hyping up Droid to go all-in on a bet, only for him to most likely lose it all. 

Cleaning up after making dinner, having given Sly her food as well, giving her some head scratches before she digs in, you hear your phone ring. You don’t even bother looking at who is calling, since you already know who it is.

‘’Hey Max,’’ you say, a smile on your face already forming, ‘’you need any lunch money?’’ you joke, earning a laugh from his side of the phone. ‘’No, no, I’ve actually won the money back I lost!’’ he says, answering the question from earlier, ‘’but I actually called to say that,’’ he continues before a heavy sigh leaves his lips, ‘’to say that I miss you.’’ ‘’I miss you too, Max,’’ you respond, ‘’like, a stupid amount.’’ ‘’I didn’t think I would miss you this much either,’’ he says, quickly continuing, ‘’but I do! I do miss you, a lot, like a parking lot.’’ A silly inside joke you’ve created early in the relationship. The call goes on, sharing more stories of what has happened, at various points you can hear the boys yell in the background, sometimes they would be on the phone and you got to hear each point of view of the story. Listening and responding as well as possible, even though a knot is forming in your stomach from wishing he was home instead and telling all these stories, curled up in his arms, hearing his heartbeat and the warmth of his body against yours. You haven’t noticed it yet, but the line has gone quiet. Max notices you haven’t responded in a while.

‘’What are you thinking about, babe?’’ he questions, making you return to the present. You fiddle with the bottom of your shirt, trying to suppress the stomach feeling as you utter a small, ‘’I wish you were home, Max.’’. It’s quiet again before you hear him sigh. ‘’I wish I was there too,’’ he responds as you can hear him move around, probably to get away from the attention of the boys. You look around the living room, how the sun is starting to set, casting soft shadows in the living room. If you imagine hard enough, you can nearly see Max walk around the room, fresh out of bed in only his pajama pants with Sly running after him. It brings a small smile to your face, reminiscing those many mornings you’ve had together. Though, it’s cut short as small sniffles break the silence. ‘’Are you okay?’’ you ask quietly and he laughs half-heartedly. ‘’It’s so stupid, isn’t it?’’ he says with a sharp inhale, ‘’It’s only been a day without you and it’s like I’m having withdrawals.’’

‘’I’m your Vegas slot machine now,’’ you try and joke, and it lands since he’s laughing on the other end. ‘’Yeah,’’ he says, ‘’yeah, you’re my slot machine and you are calling my name right now.’’ ‘’What are the voices saying?’’ you ask. ‘’That I come home,’’ he responds, a break before he continues, ‘’But I can’t right now,’’ he says and you can nearly hear him carting his hand through his hair, ‘’the boys would be so pissed if I did.’’

‘’Do what you think is right,’’ you reply, ‘’but don’t come home for me. If you want to come home early, it should be because you want to, Max.’’ He’s quiet, probably chewing on his lip, thinking the possibilities through. It has gotten dark outside since you’ve started the call, hours having passed by so easy. ‘’I’ll think about it, okay?’’ he says, ‘’I can’t promise anything-’’ ‘’And that’s alright. Text me when you know anything, ok?’’ you quickly interrupt him. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have to and he knows that. ‘’You know that I love you, right?’’ he comments, hearing his smile through the phone. ‘’I love you too, Max,’’ you respond before you both agree to end the call. 

And so you wait. Moving from the living room to the bedroom. Waiting hours laying in bed. You don’t want to fall asleep in case he calls or texts. But your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, turning into a battle between you and your eyes to stay awake, since the rest of your body is ready to sleep. You look at your phone one last time. 3:48 in the morning. No messages, no calls.

Eventually, you fall asleep against your will.

When you wake up, it’s bright outside. Sitting up in bed, you check your phone and still nothing from him. You open your phone and are about to send him a message, when you hear a click. The pitter patter of Sly’s paws against the floor, the thump of something heavy landing on the floor, the floor starting to creak under the weight, footsteps nearing the bedroom and the door opens. 

‘’I missed you too much.’’

[chaos-chloe]

NOW THIS IS JUST SO CUTE LIKE

Sleepy Silhouettes —Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, sleep stream, cuddles, request 🦋

The makeshift sleeping area was dimly lit, pillows and blankets spread across the floor to accommodate everyone in this late-night “sleep stream.” The camera’s gentle red light indicated that thousands were watching, but at this hour, who would have the energy to do more than doze off? That’s what you told yourself, anyway, as you struggled to settle in. You had your own pillow and blanket, positioned near Grizzy, but for some reason you couldn’t drift off. Maybe it was the soft murmuring of your friends scattered around, or the muted giggles that occasionally rose into the darkness. Maybe it was the strange tension of sleeping on camera, the knowledge that chat was filling with messages you couldn’t see. Whatever it was, you were restless. Grizzy lay on his side a few feet away, hoodie pulled low, breathing steady but not quite asleep. The subtle curve of his shoulder and the slow rise and fall of his chest looked inviting. You thought about it for a moment—would it be weird to move closer? The two of you had never explicitly defined what you were. Close friends, sure. And you’d shared stolen moments that hinted at something deeper. But here, in the hush and half-light, it just felt natural to seek him out. You scooted closer, inch by inch, until you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He turned his head just slightly and caught your gaze, a soft, sleepy smile forming on his lips.

Without words, he shifted his arm, an open invitation. You accepted, curling gently into his side, your head resting just near his chest. The fabric of his hoodie was soft against your cheek, and he smelled faintly of detergent and something comforting you couldn’t name. “Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice a low whisper. You shook your head slightly, managing a quiet hum of acknowledgment. He exhaled softly, not quite a laugh, more like acceptance. He didn’t push or tease—just slipped an arm around you, holding you close so you could feel the slow rhythm of his breathing. It worked better than any lullaby, making your eyelids heavier, coaxing you into relaxation. Until the noise started to pick up again. Someone whispered too loudly, another friend let out a muffled laugh, and a plastic bottle rolled across the floor with a hollow clunk. Grizzy tensed slightly beneath you, and you heard a muffled sigh escape him. “Be right back,” he murmured, carefully disengaging himself. You propped yourself on an elbow, watching as he stood and padded quietly across the room. You couldn’t see exactly what he was doing—maybe asking them to keep it down, or adjusting something, but he moved with calm purpose, his silhouette outlined softly against the streaming equipment in the corner. The moment he left, you felt unmoored.

You tried to settle back down alone, but everything felt off. The space where he’d been was too cool and empty now. Without giving it much thought, you stood up too, following behind him on light feet. Like a sleepwalker drawn to a familiar beacon, you trailed after him, unsure if you were even visible on the stream’s camera. You just knew you didn’t want to be away from him. Not now, in this vulnerable, late hour. He turned, surprised to find you behind him, and his expression softened. He reached out, brushing the back of his fingers against your arm. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. You shook your head again, not trusting your voice to stay steady. You felt silly, but he didn’t tease. Instead, he offered a lopsided smile and nodded toward a quieter corner of the room where a couple of pillows lay stacked. You followed him there, slipping down together onto the floor. This spot felt cozier, maybe a bit more out of the camera’s direct line of sight. Grizzy adjusted the pillows and beckoned you closer. “C’mere,” he said softly. You obliged, settling back into his side with a relieved sigh. His arm draped over your shoulders, your head tucked under his chin. The noises from across the room felt distant now, muffled by the barrier of his presence. He murmured a quiet “Better?” and you nodded, smiling into the soft fabric of his hoodie.

With him holding you, the tension ebbed away. Your limbs grew heavier, thoughts drifting aimlessly. The soft warmth of his body was like an anchor in the hush of the night, and you felt yourself sinking into something close to sleep. Maybe you felt his lips brush lightly against the top of your head—maybe it was your imagination. Either way, the gentle affection radiating off of him wrapped around you, and nothing else mattered. When morning came, the viewers would find the stream ended sometime in the night. They wouldn’t know all the details—just a vague memory of two figures curled together, drifting peacefully off, content and comfortable. But you would remember the quiet steps taken in the dark, the comforting press of his arm around you, and how natural it felt to follow him anywhere—even half-asleep—just to end the night in each other’s arms.

[chaos-chloe]

A Night of Laughter

Summary: A Clooless Sleepover

TW: Flirting, kisses, sexual innuendo

“Welcome to the Sleepover Stream.” Puffer said switching the computer screen over to the camera. Show the setup of the couch, Grizzy all the way over to the left, then Puffer and Droid in the middle, then Pezzy on the end on the right side of the couch.

“Goodnight””Yeah goodnight” was heard from all the boys around. “Now, we will have ___ join u later, she is just at work at the moment, you know saving lives and shit” Puffer says with a lovey-dovey smile while looking at his phone, most likely the text message between them.

“Also, we are stating this now and it is a command in chat, !____, she is a cuddler, she is always cold, she is a friend to all of us, we are NOT dating. You will see that she will pick someone when she joins us, to start off the stream and could change within the night.” Puffer explains to the stream so no will start anything crazy. “Yeah, it will be like we pass her around, but not like that dudes.” Droid pops in laughing  at his statement and everyone else joins in.

“She texted me about 5 minutes ago, that she is on her way home now with food, possibly if the restaurant is open, if not she will call one of us.” Grizzy pipes in as he is checking his phone, to inform the guys and chat.

“Alright now that is out of the way, mods you know what to do with messy chatters, anyway I don't have anything else to say but “goodnight”; but yeah, no one looks at my ass I gotta lay down.” Puffer walks over to his assigned spot to get comfy and try to sleep. 

“It is a full moon ladies and gents.” Droid talks into his blue mic, and then everyone starts talking over each other to make sure that the stream could hear everyone.

“I was not joking, 4 dudes, 1 girl, later on, one couch made into one bed. We are all snuggly and cuddling.” Puffer says. “You know the whole deal-uh-mods, can you update the ‘!media’, it is a $10 deal. You know the whole deal-uhh-we will be here ‘till 6a.m, probably, that's probably the whole deal.”

“Your monthly prices are increasing, Netflix, NOOO!” Droid screams as a joke. “Oh, it's fine ___ pays for it.” Pezzy shrugs it off with a laugh.

Outside, the full moon cast a soft glow through the curtains, illuminating the laughter-filled space where the four boys now prepared for a night of friendly chaos. Just as whispers turned to the soft crackling of a bag of chips,a notification chimed on Puffer’s phone.

“Hold on, boys! Looks like she’s here,” Puffer exclaimed, sitting straight up on the couch. “Let’s welcome our special guest!”

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing you, their friend with your arms happily burdened by takeout bags. You had warm, bright energy, and though you were tired from saving lives during your shift, your excitement about the sleepover helped wipe the exhaustion from the majority of your face. 

“Hey, everyone! You guys better have saved me some snacks!” you teased, setting the bags down with a flourish. 

“Never! We starved ourselves for you!” Grizzy said dramatically, clutching his stomach in an exaggerated manner.

With playful nudges and laughter filling the air, they welcomed you to the couch as everyone settled in with their food. Soon enough, the stream chat exploded with welcomes and requests for their own food critiques, and you happily obliged, sharing your favorites while making the occasional snarky comment about how these guys lived on junk food alone

“Okay, I need a quick shower and a change of clothes, I need my pajamas.” You say walking out of the frame, going upstairs towards the bathroom with the nicer shower.

As you made your way upstairs, the sound of laughter and lighthearted banter drifted up from the living room, filling your heart with warmth. Your friends had transformed their cozy, cluttered house into a makeshift living room entertainment hub, complete with gray cushions piled on an oversized couch, and takeout in the background spread all over the counter in the kitchen.

You chuckled to yourself, thinking about the chaos that had unfolded earlier. The reactors—your friends—were skilled at creating a sensational atmosphere, drawing in viewers from all corners of the internet. But you need a moment of solitude before diving back into the social whirlwind, and you relish the thought of slipping into your most comfortable pajamas.

The bathroom reflected your style—a blend of cozy warmth and cold decor. The walls were adorned with different towels, and a collection of rubber ducks lined the back edge of the sink, each representing a different inside joke shared among friends. After a quick shower, you wrapped yourself in a fluffy robe but your heart raced with excitement at reminiscing about the delightful chaos downstairs. 

Once dressed in your pajamas—a vibrant silk pair decorated with a cherry blossom print—you took a moment to look in the mirror. “Alright, showtime,” you whispered to yourself, towel drying your hair. With all the anticipation bubbling up inside, you made your way back down the stairs.

As you were coming around the corner, you ran into a green fluffy chest. It was Droid in his lucky charm care bear onesie that he was matching Pezzy. You grabbed his left arm so you wouldn't fall back on the stairs. He grabbed your elbow that was holding onto his arm, and his other arm quickly grabbed your left hip to give you extra support.

“Well, well don't you look gorgeous in those pajamas, babes.” Droid flirts with you, as your face turns into a tomato. 

“Oh, stop it. These pj’s are nothing, this is my favorite set though” You say with a silly slap on his arm as you let him go. You walk past him, to head back into the living room, to be met with the rest of the guys just chilling.

The living room was filled with the atmosphere of friendly chaos, laughter bubbling up like a fizzy soda. The vibrant lights of the TV flickered energetically as Buzz Lightyear's theatrics continued to blast from the speakers. You shot a sideways glance at the trio that surrounded you, their faces oscillating between amusement and mischief.

“BUZZ LIGHTYEAR- THE WORLD'S GREATEST SUPERHERO! THE WORLD'S GREATEST TOY!!”

“Jesus, what the hell was that?!” I yelled after almost dying from a heart attack, my heart still beating out of sync.

“Oh, ___ that is the cursed Buzz Lightyear that Puffer talks about.” Pezzy says, still looking at the TV screen. “Ooh look at __-she looks so pretty-love that set- what are yall on about” Pezzy, Puffer and Grizzy all turned their heads to look at me looking at the screen, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them.

Droid, ever the smooth talker, walked back into the living room, his green fluffy onesie puffing out in all the right places. “Cursed or not, that Buzz has got nothing on your designer sleepwear,” he quipped, his eyes glinting with playful mischief with a wink as he climbed over the couch in between Puffer and Pezzy.

“Designer?” you shot back with a smile, retrieving your phone from your pocket, half-expecting to land a lighthearted jab at him. “I think you meant ‘Off Brand-Tik Tok Shop pajamas’.”

“Oh, come on, don’t sell yourself short!” Grizzy chimed in, his wide grin nearly splitting his face. “That set is practically a fashion statement. I mean, who else could pull it off quite like you?” Grizzy was eye googling you as if he was in a trance. 

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help cracking a smile. As the banter flew, you stepped further into the living room, trying to escape the fiery blush that was still coloring your cheeks.

“Just for that compliment, you are getting the cuddles first Grizz, move over Puffer.” You say, walking in front of the camera, so you can get comfy. Grizzy opens his arms and pats his chest so you lay your head on him. 

As you settled into the inviting embrace of Grizzy, the warmth of his heavy blanket enveloped you like a soft bed. The moment felt both cozy and slightly silly, especially with the anticipation of the next loud notification or media share to go off on stream. 

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Puffer protested, dramatically crossing his arms and pretending to pout. “I was totally first to claim the first cuddle!”

“Welp, Grizzy was the first one to compliment me, so you should have spoken faster.” I say giggling, while snuggling into Grizzy’s side, he wrapped his arm around me where his arm was resting down my back and my leg was propped up on his legs.

“That's gonna be a long ass outro-” “Why is there special?” Grizzy interrupted me as the next media share popped up on screen. “Aye-ya-ya” Grizzy shook his head in disappointment, but then enjoyed the vibes that the song brings. He started banging or shaking his head left to right while he picked up my arm to join him. 

Puffer than exclaims, “Bro can you get comfy!?” as he throws up his right hand in offendness. “I got a lot of things.”Droid responds, not giving two-shitsas he was grabbing his stuffed animals and pillow pet, Jerry/Jeffery.

 “Why do you have so much shit?” Puffer asked in a tone of “what the hell my guy” “This motherfucker got too much shit.” “You have 1,2,3 toys with you” Puffer counts as he picks up the bear wearing blue and throws it at the end of the couch. 

“NO, that’s tippers, no tippers.” Droid yells in shock retrieving tippers, “That one is personal bro.” Grizzy jumps into Droid’s aid. “Yeah dont hurt tippers again puff.” I say reaching over to Droid, unfurling from Grizzy. 

“That one is not from Target, that one is from family memories-Whoa, whoa whatcha doin?” Grizzy says being caught off guard from Puffer lifting up the blanket, revealing that Grizzy’s hand migrated down from my back to my ass.

“I was testing it but what are you two doing?” Puffer says slightly offended Grizzy, making playful assumptions. “Cuddling.” Grizzy said while tucking the blanket underneath me since Puffer made me cold while lifting the blanket. “Hey now, I was cuddling with my teddy bear so shush it.” You say with a big smile on our faces as Grizzy was laughing at my innocent play on his name.

 “When's the orgy? We could do it right now.” Pezzy read a comment in the chat and answered like his life depended on it. “Huh?” “Nah, that's for a different stream, different shoot.” Droid says calmly shutting that comment down. Grizzy tilted his head down to whisper in your ear, “You know he ain't wrong.” He looked at you, like you are a five star meal. Your face lit up like the night sky, after you fully comprehended what he was talking about. “You are right, but who got us caught in the first place?” playing snipping back at him with a small wink. 

“Chat, it's 8:30 p.m we are not going to bed yet.” Puffer sniped at chat,  “Mmm who's not going to bed?” Grizzy asked into his microphone. “Damn i had my head lean back, eyes closed, ___ laying on me, I’m ready even though i woke up 3 hours ago.” You shook your head and closed your eyes, snuggled closer to Grizzy. As the soft glow of the screen illuminated the room, you drifted deeper into slumber, feeling Grizzy’s gentle presence wrap around you like an additional layer of comfort. The cozy kingdom was alive with voices, jokes, and the occasional burst of laughter, but the soothing hum of camaraderie worked its magic, and your eyelids feel heavy. Grizzy lifted the blanket up blocking his face and yours, he did it to make sure you were all tucked in and to give you a kiss on your head.

“Who’s gonna fall asleep first?” Pezzy read off a chat

“Looks like we have a winner already,” Puffer said with a theatrical sigh, his voice teasing and light. “We should've made a pool for money instead of sleep cycles.” 

“Can you imagine the chaos? We might as well place bets on who’ll bring the snacks next!” Pezzy chuckled, glancing over at Grizzy, who was still keeping you tucked in together. “But seriously, was anyone expecting ___ to be the first to crash? She's practically a professional napper!”

Grizzy couldn’t help but beam at that remark, glancing down at you with a smile that made his eyes twinkle. “I don’t think it’s her fault at all,” he replied softly, brushing a stray hair away from your forehead, “Work this week has been brutal, and I think she deserves every peaceful moment she can snag.”

“Oh, we see what you’re doing, Grizzy! Trying to earn some brownie points, huh?” Pezzy snapped back, tapping the table dramatically, earning a round of chuckles from the others. 

“Not brownie points, but maybe brownie treats later?” Grizzy leaned back into the couch, aware that the usual dynamic of friendly banter was in full swing. He felt proud to be part of the group, though mostly for the reason that they charged the room with laughter and silliness. 

“You’re kind of the poster child for cozy tonight, my friend,” Droid chimed in, adjusting his position to lean forward a bit. “I mean, look at you! Snuggling a human burrito over there while the rest of us are…you know…hustlin’ for superiority with snacks.”

In that instant, the atmosphere shifted slightly. Everyone turned their attention to you, your face partially concealed behind Grizzy’s blanket fort. Laughter morphed into softer, gentle smiles as the affection grew palpable. 

“Look at her—no care in the world,” Droid said, the hint of admiration framing his tone. “That’s what we’re all running toward, I think—a moment of peace amidst the chaos.” 

“Exactly! So let’s make sure that they don’t fully ruin it until she wakes up from a jumpscare.” Grizzy asserted, his voice gentle yet firm, maintaining the protective energy that had become a part of your evening slumber.

“Aye mods, that was a $3 one, nuh uh we ain't doing that.” Puffer disciplined mods, “Wait, did i not save the changes, did it save at $3?” Puffer was talking out loud, while scooting forward to look at the laptop setup settings. As he was scooting forward, ___ fell into the space in between her and Puffer, which ultimately made her snuggle into Puffer’s warm spot. Then a media share went off, sent Puffer back in shock and he ended up landing on ____. 

A startled gasp escaped your lips as Puffer’s unexpected weight landed on you, the warmth of the cozy blanket now doubling in heat. The sudden shift jolted you awake, eyes blinking rapidly as you took in the comical chaos that had just unfolded.

“Whoa! Puffer! What in the world?” you half-laughed, half-yelped, your heart racing. You felt like a caught fish, sandwiched between Puffer’s vibrant laughter and the remnants of your dream.

Puffer leaned more onto you as a joke, a wide grin stretching across his face, “I swear, that was not part of the plan! It was the mods’ fault—totally their fault!” He gestured dramatically, as though blaming an invisible foe for the mishap.

Still groggy, you rubbed your eyes, trying to reorient yourself to the dim light of the cozy spot. Grizzy chuckled beside you, the warmth of his arm still lingering, “Looks like you officially lost your first round of the Cuddle. Puffer just shrekted you!” Puffer got off of you and fixed the media share cost on the settings. After he saved the changes, he saw his new dilemma of you now being his cuddle buddy. He got situated in a new spot, and dragged you over into his left side, got you into the same position as earlier but with Grizzy. 

Pezzy standing up from his cozy spot and striking a pose like a game show host. “And for our next enchanting act, we have ‘Puffer and ____ vs. the Legendary Media Share’! How many times can they be surprised before bedtime?”

“That’s a highly questionable title!” you protested, your eyes still adjusting to the light. “Shouldn’t we call it ‘Sleeping Beauty vs. Puffer’s Clumsiness’ instead?” “He gets scared more than anyone else, I wouldn't be surprised if I move within 10 minutes.” You say groggily, trying not to yawn.Yet, the moment his attention turned to adjusting his position, you felt the heat rising. Puffer, with a swift motion, had adjusted you perfectly into his space. You were now practically sprawled on top of him, the cozy blanket shrouding both of you in softness. 

The cozy ambiance suffused the space, wrapping each of you in the warmth of friendship—and a tinge of something deeper. As Puffer’s lips brushed your forehead, his soft whisper hung in the air, “We could just stay like this forever and not move.” With those words, everything felt suspended in a perfect moment—a bubble that seemed to hide you both from the outside world.

But soon, reality crept back in, whimsical in its way. You giggled softly, “I agree, but I know within the next five media shares, you will jump multiple times and I will get annoyed.” With a playful spirit, you leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

Every few moments, the cozy fort filled with the soft background noise of laughter and chatter, punctuated by the hum of technology. You found yourself drifting in and out of sleep, half-awake and still enveloped in that delicious warmth, lulled by Puffer’s presence.

Then, as if on cue, the next media share began: an old video that had seemingly become a legend among your group—the classic AAA battery scare. You barely had enough awareness to brace yourself. Just as the video intensified, the chilling build-up reached its climax, and in true comedic fashion, an abrupt and bass-boosted scream blasted from the speakers, shaking you from your slumber.

Puffer’s reaction was instantaneous. It was like watching a startled kitten; he flinched fiercely, his body jerking from the shock. His hips shot up from the couch—directly colliding with yours. You hadn’t seen that coming, and the unexpected shift made you gasp, which unexpectedly slipped into a moan before you could catch it.

“Oh! Uhm… I mean—” you scrambled to cover yourself up, attempting to transform the sound into a groan of dissatisfaction. “Why does this always happen?!”

Puffer’s eyes were wide, shock mixing with something else as he stammered, “I—uh—wow! That was unexpected!” His cheeks had taken on a deep shade of crimson, a comical juxtaposition to his otherwise bold nature.

Grizzy, catching the situation, erupted into laughter, nearly doubling over, “Did that just happen? Puffer, you’ve officially shrekted ____ again!”

“Shrekted" is NOT a verb! Stop that!” you protested, though your own laughter bubbled to the surface, unable to resist the charm of the moment. You pushed lightly against Puffer’s chest, movement still affectionate even as your heart raced. “I’m fine, really!”

Puffer chuckled, leaning back slightly, a teasing glimmer in his eye. "Sure, you are! If by 'fine' you mean completely flustered and unable to string together a coherent sentence," he shot back playfully, enjoying the light banter between you. The corners of his lips quirked up as he regarded you, his chest still buzzing from the scare, but now accompanied by a distinctly different kind of adrenaline.

“Okay, okay, maybe that’s true,” you admitted, the heat rising in your cheeks as you tried to dodge his playful gaze. Your heart raced not just from the shock of the video but from the fuzzy warmth of being so close to him. “But you have to admit that was a shocking surprise!”

“Oh, I’ll definitely admit that,” he replied, a mock-serious tone underscoring his words. “But can we just appreciate the real surprise? It’s not every day you accidentally fuse cuddling with an accidental collision of our hips!”

Your heart was racing and your face was heating up with fire, “You know what, Imma call it here. Imma rolls over and claims Droid as my next victim to cuddle with.” 

Puffer burst into laughter, his dark curls bouncing as he tilted back, clearly entertained by your dramatic declaration. “Oh no! Not Droid! Anything but that!” He feigned horror, clutching his chest. As you shifted your position and draped yourself onto Droid, pulling him into a warm hug, Puffer’s laughter echoed behind you.

Droid grinned, looking between you and Puffer. “You just made the right choice. I have unlimited cuddles available, and I promise they come with complimentary warmth and safety!” His tone was light-hearted, and the comfort radiated from him as you nestled deeper into his side.

“Don’t worry, Puffer,” Droid assured him, placing a reassuring hand on your back. “I can share my cuddle time! There’s plenty of warmth to go around. Besides, I’ll make sure to wrap you in soft blankets if you get too scared again.”

With laughter bubbling in the air, the atmosphere morphed into one of joy and connection. Your playful exchange transitioned effortlessly into a comfortable mellow where you found joy in just being close, knowing that this was the somewhat perfect evening.

“Friends with benefits, am I right?” Droid talked softly into your ear, glancing your way, his eyes sparkling with glimmer.  “Now we’re really getting into dangerous territory!” you shot back with a gentle smile, feeling a rush of warmth wash over you again. Cuddles were one thing—implied ‘benefits’ was a whole other ball game.  “I mean, we could go to that territory, I heard what Grizzy said to you when Pezzy mentioned a group orgy.” Droid sighed, his body sagging at tenison releasing from holding information in for so long. 

“I mean, I was joking around with Grizzy. Do you all feel that way?” You questioned scaredly, almost wanting to run away, with innocence just dripping from your figure.

Droid chuckled, the playful glimmer in his eyes intensifying as he leaned in a little closer. “You know we’re just teasing you, right? Or…maybe we’ve all been too comfortable tonight.” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, making your heart race with the implications. “Let’s just say, when it comes to cuddles, the lines can blur, and sometimes the jokes take on a life of their own.”

You furrowed your brow, both curious and slightly apprehensive. “But it’s all in fun, right? Like, we’re just friends, just cuddling. Right?” The question lingered in the warm air, inviting exploration while the cozy glow of the room danced with laughter around you.

“Sure! Friends with some cuddly benefits!” Droid replied playfully, spinning the phrase into something almost whimsical. “But there’s a difference between joking around and actually having feelings. Trust me, no one wants things to get complicated tonight.” He shot a quick glance towards Puffer and Grizzy, who were currently locked in a mock argument over the significant merits of their favorite childhood cartoon characters.

Your heart beat faster at the thought of complicating the easy relationship you had fostered within your circle. The cuddles, the laughter, the ridiculous moments—they formed a harmonious rhythm that you cherished deeply. “I don’t want to ruin anything by taking it further. What if we get tangled up and something happens?”

Droid surprisingly relaxed, a sincere expression resting on his features. “You’re not ruining anything. We all care about each other, and this is all part of exploring what those feelings mean. Just know that at the end of the day, I think we’re all here to make memories together.” 

You studied his eyes, a mixture of warmth and concern glimmering back at you. It felt comforting, grounding you amidst the whirlwinds of banter and blissful chaos. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just don’t want to make things awkward.”

“Awkward?” Droid laughed lightly, ruffling his hair, which somehow made him look even more adorable than he already was. “Have you met this group? Come on now, look at us doing a sleepover stream on twitch.” 

Pezzy, overhearing your conversation, wiggled his eyebrows comically. “Oh yeah, the king of awkward moments is right here! Remember when Grizzy attempted to serenade ___ with that old love song? Classic!” He let out a loud laugh, prompting everyone else to remember and join in, sharing their own favorite embarrassing stories.

Soon, the atmosphere shifted again as shared experiences and playful anecdotes piled one on top of the other, and the earlier tension fizzled out like a quickly deflating balloon. You felt lighter with each laugh, the worries that had clouded your mind slipping away like mist under the morning sun.

But as the laughter echoed, a small thought flickered in your mind. You noticed Droid’s teasing smirk when you turned to him, the light in his eyes hinting that maybe—just maybe—there was something more beneath the surface. Something neither of you had fully explored yet.

You snuggled back against Droid’s shoulder and allowed the comforting chaos to swirl around you, grateful for the journey ahead while keeping the precious moments close enough to hold. As the soft, ambient sounds of Minecraft lo-fi music filled the room, a calm veil descended over the group. The chill vibes wrapped around each of you like a cozy embrace, and everyone instinctively shifted closer, creating a warm cocoon on the couch. The flickering glow of the screen cast gentle shadows, enhancing the magical atmosphere of the moment.

You felt relaxed as you leaned more into Droid, the corners of your mouth turning up into a smile as you listened to the soothing beats that lingered in the air. "Welcome to our little sanctuary of peace and cozy adventures!" he declared dramatically, causing everyone to chuckle as they settled deeper into the comfort.

Pezzy, with his signature non-mischief, grabbed his Yoshi plushie and shut his eyes, enjoying the peace that the lo-fi music sung into the living room. “Lo-fi vibes—no chaos allowed!” he whispered playfully into the mic, everyone shook their heads in agreement. You rolled over to the left, the area right in between Pezzy and Droid; but still snuggled into Droid.

Not long into the mellow playlist, another media share kicked in,ocean waves to fall asleep too. As the soothing sounds of ocean waves rippled through the room, an air of tranquility settled. Soft whispers echoed with quiet laughter as eyelids grew heavy, and people nestled deeper into the comfort of each other. Just as you began to drift away to thoughts of sandy beaches and the gentle hush of the sea, the peaceful moment was abruptly shattered by the unmistakable opening chords of a familiar song.  The sudden shift from tranquility to chaos was jarring, and you couldn’t help but erupt into laughter as the upbeat rhythm filled the space, shaking everyone out of their mellow zones.

"Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down!" rang out, the classic Rick Astley hit blasting full volume like an air horn in the serene atmosphere. The shock of the sudden upbeat energy threw everyone into disarray, pulling laughter and startled reactions from every corner.

“Thanks Chat, now I’m limp as fuck,” Droid blurted out amidst the chaos, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He tried to maintain an air of nonchalance, but you could feel the playfulness bubbling beneath the surface, igniting a cheerful atmosphere that was impossible to resist.

“Droid, don’t lie now! You have __ laying on you. Ain’t no way your limp,” Grizzy shot back, incredulity mixed with mirth in his voice. He nudged Droid with exaggerated gestures, making a scene as he pointed accusingly at the two of you.

Droid turned to you, his eyes dancing with humor as he leaned a bit closer. "Hey, what can I say? The presence of such cuteness takes all the energy out of a guy!" The banter filled the space with warmth, but the comment sent a delightful thrill racing through you. 

You chuckled softly, trying to play it cool but feeling your cheeks warm at his words. “Well, if I’m causing cosmic energy depletion, maybe it’s time I step back.” You pretended to shift away, feigning an exaggerated pout, but the playful glimmer in your eyes revealed your true intention—staying right where you were.

The playful atmosphere was abruptly hijacked as the voice of Buzz Lightyear boomed through the speakers with a theatrical flourish, bursting forth like a cannonball into a calm pool. “BUZZ LIGHTYEAR—THE WORLD’S GREATEST SUPERHERO! THE WORLD’S GREATEST TOY!!” The announcement crashed over everyone like a wave, and panic ensued as hearts raced and laughter erupted in equal measure.

Everyone leaped from their spots, startled out of their cozy moments like startled deer, eyes wide and pulses quickening. Droid shot upwards and nearly knocked over the bowl of chips that had been sitting precariously close. “What was that?!” he exclaimed, gripping his chest as if to stop the rapidly beating heart within. 

“WHY DOES BUZZ HAVE TO YELL LIKE THAT?!” Grizzy cried out, half-laughing and half-mocking, as he waved his arms dramatically, trying to rein in his own thumping heart. “I almost forgot I wasn’t in a horror movie!” 

“Seriously, that’s not a greeting! It’s an announcement of doom!” Pezzy followed up, gripping the edge of the couch, eyes darting as if expecting something to jump out at him. “I thought I was going to get drafted for a secret mission or something!”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, your laughter mingling with theirs as you tried to regain composure from the unexpected jump scare. “Who knew Buzz was such an adrenaline booster? Maybe he truly is a superhero!”

“Yeah, the kind of superhero who gives you a heart attack,” Droid managed to joke, his breath still hitching as he tried to steady himself. “What’s next? Is Lightning McQueen going to come racing in at full speed?”

Grizzy, feigning an air of deliberation, responded dramatically, “Lightning McQueen would totally give me a heart attack too! Someone, please—bring back the calming ocean waves!” 

Pezzy, still trying to catch his breath, planted his hands on his hips and pretended to give an impassioned speech to the ceiling. “I demand a safe space! A tranquil zone where no animated characters can yell at me suddenly. Buzz Lightyear is not invited! Also, I need to pee, so I'm going to pee. I’ll be back.” Pezzy says storming off to the ground level bathroom.

As the remnants of laughter began to dissolve and the soothing notes of a tranquil song from Avatar: The Last Airbender filled the room, a comforting atmosphere settled back in. The peaceful melody wrapped around you like a warm embrace, restoring serenity after the chaos of the earlier jump scare.

Just then, Pezzy emerged from the bathroom, still adjusting to the calm that had enveloped the gathering. He approached his designated spot only to discover a blanket of fluff and warmth—___ had claimed his territory, your form curled up comfortably in his absence on the couch. You could see a flicker of faux outrage cross his face.

With an exaggerated sigh of mock dismay, he declared, “Oh, the betrayal! My very own spot has been hijacked!” As if on cue, he flung his beloved Yoshi plushie down to the floor in a dramatized act of protest. The plushie landed with a soft thump, as though it understood his anguish.

Not one to let a minor setback get him down, Pezzy then decided to take matters into his own hands. He sidestepped the occupied space, hopping over the back of the couch with surprising agility. It was like watching an acrobat perform a daring maneuver, a mix of calculated confidence and carefree spirit.

With one foot landing just beside you, the warmth of his body pressed against yours as he gracefully settled down. You immediately found comfort in this new arrangement, body half awake, half asleep—a cozy blend of tranquility created by the soft music and the warmth radiating from Pezzy’s presence.

“Ahh, this is much better,” he sighed contentedly, sinking into the cushions beside you. The slight weight of him made the rest of the world fade away—a perfect addition to the relaxed ambiance. It was as if you both were enveloped in a personal bubble of calm.

“Mmm, this isn’t bad at all,” you murmured sleepily, shifting just enough to nestle against him. It felt effortless, as if you’d both found your own comfortable spots within the vastness of the couch. 

Moments naturally drifted by as you both closed your eyes slightly, letting the music wash over you. Pezzy’s warm presence kept you grounded, a gentle reminder that amidst laughter, chaos, and unpredictability, tranquility could also bloom.

As the peaceful ambiance enveloped you, the soothing notes of Avatar gradually faded, replaced by a sudden jarring bass that erupted through the speakers. The iconic Jellyfish Jam from SpongeBob SquarePants kicked in, amplified to a degree that could send a shiver down one’s spine, bass boosted to the point where it felt like a mini earthquake had struck the living room.

Pezzy jolted upright, eyes wide with incredulity. “What is happening?!” he exclaimed, smirking at the absurdity of the situation. The infectious rhythm thumped through the walls, drowning out your shared cocoon of tranquility. “This is definitely not the calming wave we signed up for!”

You burst out laughing, the previous serene atmosphere getting hijacked yet again by the wild energy of SpongeBob's carefree tune. There was something about the slapstick charm of the yellow sponge and his jellyfishing escapades that ignited an avalanche of laughter among your friends, who were just beginning to wake up from their own cozy states.

You were the first to join the riot, your smiles turning into giggles as you bounced slightly in your area “This is fantastic! Nothing like the Jellyfish Jam to get your heart pumping!” you exclaimed, adjusting your position to dance a little, all while draping the blanket like a party shawl.

feeling Pezzy’s laughter resonate beside you. “I’m not ready to dance!” he joked, throwing his hands up,moving his  body slightly to the beat. “We can’t just let the jellyfish groove without us?” 

The magnetic rhythm had lured everyone in, and before long, Grizzy and Droid had jumped up, imitating the jellyfish’s animated movements, arms flopping as they wiggled about like they were swimming through an imaginary ocean. “Look at me! I’m a jellyfish!” Grizzy declared with mocking grandeur, causing even more laughter among the crowd.

As the frantic jellyfish antics faded away into memory, you found your spot back on the couch, a soft cocoon of warmth and laughter. Pezzy's presence, wrapped around you like a gentle hug, cradled your senses, balancing the previous chaos with a serene comfort. The ambient sound of giggles and breathy whispers settled in as everyone slipped under their blankets, a colorful patchwork of fabric draped over the entire group like a whimsical safety net.

The next hour unfolded as a series of delightful segments filled with ridiculous videos and infectious laughter that punctuated the air like confetti. Each new media share was a surprise, an unexpected gem of comedic gold that pulled everyone’s attention back to the screen with wide eyes and stifled snickers. Until Puffer saw one of his Mods in chat spamming that the media share was broken.

As the last video came to an end, the screen suddenly froze, leaving everyone in a momentary state of confusion. The room was filled with a buzz of idle chatter, punctuating the silence as everyone wondered what went wrong. Puffer, who had been seated near the laptop, squinted at the screen, gauging the situation with an air of determination.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this!” he declared, rising with confidence, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “Someone get the popcorn; it’s time for Puffer to troubleshoot!” 

With a playful roll of your eyes, you knew this was going to be an adventure. Puffer leaned over the laptop, clicking and typing excitedly as if he were about to save the world from a digital catastrophe. He manipulated the mouse wildly, attempting various approaches with a combination of trial and error. “Okay, let’s try refreshing… or maybe it wants a new video input?” he muttered to himself, his hands moving swiftly.

A few awkward clicks later, he turned to the group, expression both focused and slightly sheepish. “If anyone has a higher power, now would be a good time to channel it!” The laughter that erupted was unanimous—everyone loved Puffer’s relentless optimism even as the digital drama continued.

Finally, after some tinkering and a few dead-end attempts, Puffer’s face lit up with triumph as the media share screen flickered back to life. “Aha! I knew my infinite wisdom would prevail!” he proclaimed dramatically, arms raised like a conquering hero. 

The moment quickly shifted back to the screen, but then Puffer paused mid-victory to take notice of something on his screen. His brow furrowed for a second before a mischievous grin spread across his face, and he leaned back slightly. “Um, you guys might want to check this out,” he teased, his voice dripping with playful suspicion.

Curious, everyone turned to see what Puffer was pointing at on the couch,  to reveal glimpses of cozy moments between you and Pezzy. Much to your embarrassment, there you were, all snuggled up against him with a look that spoke volumes of comfort and warmth. His arm was draped casually around your shoulder, and the camera had captured that innocent moment of intimacy as Pezzy's hand rested underneath your shirt, resting lightly on your stomach.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks like a rushing tide, suddenly hyper-aware of the playful gaze of your friends. Laughter echoed around the room, some playful teasing notes rising above the joyful cacophony. 

“Oh come on, look at that! That’s beyond cuddly!” Droid added with a mocking shake of his head, clearly enjoying the fun of this unexpected exposure.

Pezzy chuckled, apparently somewhat unfazed by the scrutiny, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he nudged you playfully. “What can I say? Sometimes you just need a snack and some comfort,” he declared with a faux-seriousness that made the room erupt in laughter again.

“Yeah, snacks being you!” Puffer added, delighting in the playful atmosphere he’d inadvertently highlighted.

The embarrassment lingered lightly like a blush on your cheeks, but amidst the teasing, you couldn’t help but smile. There was something genuinely nice about the moment, about being comfortable with friends who accepted you exactly as you were, flaws and all.

You decided to embrace the light-hearted banter. “Hey, cuddling is a vital part of survival! Everybody knows that!” you retorted defiantly. “How else can one survive a full hour of media sharing without strong cuddle support?”

The laughter that rippled through the group felt like a warm embrace, transforming what could have been an awkward moment into another cherished memory. You snuggled further into Pezzy’s side, joining in on the fun. After all, this was all in good spirit, and the camaraderie within the group only seemed to deepen that night.

As the media share slid from clips of fluffy puppies tumbling in a garden to cheeky cat videos performing their own brand of shenanigans, the mood escalated into a riot of laughter and squeals. Pezzy often set the tone—his laughter was contagious, his presence an anchor of joy. Everyone felt at home, and as you snuggled further into Pezzy’s side, a warm serenity washed over you—this was your tribe, your family.

Puffer, ever the leader, had finally solved the media share app's quirks, and the next clip was ready to roll. The mischievous glint in his eye hinted at the good-spirited chaos to come. He pressed play, and instantly, the room filled with the unexpected sound of thumping music that matched every beat of your twerking exploits, captured gleefully from your social media.

"Whoa! Who knew you had those moves?" Grizzy exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and lust, which earned a round of jeers from the others.

As the video played, each rhythmic sway drew exaggerated gasps and groans from Pezzy and Puffer, while Grizzy’s playful taunting escalated into outright praise. Each twist and turn had surfed a wave of shock and delight, and Droid, now wide awake, stood frozen, mouth agape. You caught a glimpse of his expression, a mixture of awe and amusement, like a child seeing fireworks for the first time.

The atmosphere in the room shifted to a vibrant blend of energy and frisky as the video showcased your surprise dance moves, each beat pulsating with a life of its own. With every sway, Pezzy dramatically clutched his heart, feigning restraint from bursting into wild applause, while Puffer leaned in, eyes wide, caught somewhere between admiration and mischief. Grizzy,

could hardly contain himself, erupting into laughter as he chanted compliments and exaggerated reactions. 

It was in this whirl of laughter and gaiety that Droid’s inspiration struck. In an impulsive moment, he turned to you, caught under the mesmerizing spell of your dance, and before you could react, he smacked your butt with a playful burst of confidence. The surprise hung in the air, time seeming to freeze momentarily as the room erupted into a mixture of gasps and laughter. The mix of shock and giggles was contagious, with each friend rooting for more daring antics.

But as the reality of action dawned on Droid, his face flushed a shade of crimson. “Oh, no! I-I didn’t mean to—” he stammered, eyes wide in shock, realizing the unexpected boldness of his move. 

As his embarrassment peaked, he turned away, only to find himself snuggling next to you in an almost childlike manner, muttering apologies as if hoping to melt into the couch. “I’m so sorry! That was so out of line, I wasn’t thinking, just—”

“Relax, Droid!” you replied, chuckling as you nudged him playfully. “We’re all ‘friends’ here! Just consider it a compliment.”

The laughter echoed through the room, a symphony of amusement bubbling up like soda pop shaken too vigorously. Puffer, leaning back in his chair, couldn’t suppress his chuckles, and Grizzy dramatically wiped away tears of laughter. Pezzy was red in the face, torn between embarrassment and bemusement; it wasn’t every day he found himself among such a raucous crowd.

“Okay, okay, let’s not get too carried away!” you exclaimed, playfully nudging Droid away, who was still buried in a sea of regrets and apologies, mumbling about how he didn’t mean to be so bold. You couldn’t help but smile at this unexpected turn of events; it was just too entertaining.

“Don’t worry, Droid. Just don’t make it a habit,” you winked, turning the situation into a lighthearted joke. The room erupted again with raucous laughter, and it felt like a bubble of joy had enveloped all of you. It was one of those rare moments, where ridiculousness united friends in a blend of laughter and mischief, an unbreakable bond of camaraderie.

“But seriously, how did you even manage to pull off those moves and why haven't you done them on me yet?” Grizzy smirked, leaning in closer as if hoping to uncover the secrets behind your seemingly spontaneous dancing prowess.

Grizzy’s footsteps creaked across the floor as he ambled out of the cozy living room, his mission to find his elusive hair tie and sleep mask. “I’ll be right back! Don’t eat all the snacks without me!” he called, but everyone knew this was a challenge rather than a warning. As soon as he left, an excited buzz encircled the room; media share had started to stutter and glitch, like a wayward satellite trying to connect with the right signal.

Puffer, the tech whiz of the group, grabbed his trusty laptop. The screen flickered in protest as he muttered under his breath, “What’s going on with you now?” His fingers danced skillfully across the keys, eyes narrowed in concentration. Every now and then, he glanced up to catch the stream of chaotic energy that filled the room, almost like a buzz of electric excitement electrifying everyone’s laughter and chatter.

“Just think of it as character-building for the media share,” Pezzy jokes, reclining back into the couch with his water bottle or coke bottle in his lap.

You chuckled, feeling utterly at ease, nestled snugly between Droid and Pezzy. Your friends provided an amusing buffer, eliciting warmth and joy from the light banter that occurred around you. Grabbing your phone for a moment, you scrolled through your socials’ endless chatter, pausing occasionally to catch a snippet of a lively conversation or a meme that made you smile.

Just then, Grizzy re-entered the room, arms laden with snacks — a bag of cheese cubes that you brought home earlier cradled in one hand, while the other sported an enormous chocolate bar that seemed almost to shine in the dim light. “I feel liberated! And guess what I found?” he exclaimed triumphantly, yanking off the sleep mask that was dangling from his neck. “The ultimate sleep accessory!” 

You burst into laughter at his silly antics, while Grizzy graciously gave you a handful of your favorite type of cheese, his delightful obsession with snacks evident as he plopped down, a grin plastered on his face.

“Thanks, Grizzy! Best snacks ever,” you said, your smile wide as you ate a cube from the pile. 

With perfect timing, Puffer triumphantly declared, “It lives!” as the media share flickered back to life. He beaconed for everyone’s attention, “Who’s ready to see some legendary content?” He playfully pointed at you, knowing you were usually the most enthusiastic about the wildest videos.

“Mildly legendary, at least!” you joked back, as a wave of giggles swept through the room. 

Puffer then bounded up to the fridge, grabbing two chilled water bottles. As Puffer theatrically waved the water bottle before handing it to you, the room erupted in giggles. A playful warmth enveloped you as he flashed that signature, quirky flirty smile, saying, “Stay hydrated, my love! We need some of our energy for tonight’s stream!” It felt like a scene plucked straight out of a romantic comedy, and you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling lighthearted and surrounded by good vibes.

Just as everyone settled onto the couch, shifting legs and rearranging pillows for comfort, the atmosphere was interrupted by a cheerful, chime-like notification. The screen flickered with a bright message announcing a fresh donation—a moment of sweet, dramatic déjà vu. 

“Grizzy daddy sorry… Pezzy daddy sorry… Puffer daddy sorry… Oh Hi Droid...” The words echoed through the room as everyone burst into an uproar of laughter, breaking the blissful moment of quiet anticipation.

The moment the words echoed through the room, the atmosphere swelled with laughter that spilled into every corner of the cozy space. Each of the boys reacted with exaggerated flair, their personalities blossoming in the face of absurdity.

Pezzy quickly flicked off the camera with a theatrical motion, a bemused expression splashed across his face. “Well, that’s one way to get kicked off the stream!” he quipped, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation while trying to suppress the giggles bursting forth. The playful banter had taken a wild turn, and he was all too eager to jokingly step back.

Puffer, ever the mastermind of theatrics, raised one eyebrow in a perfectly timed reaction. He peered intently into the lens as if assessing the situation. “I don’t recall signing up for this, people! What a betrayal!” he exclaimed, his tone dramatic and over-the-top, eliciting more laughter from the group. 

Grizzy, on the other hand, took the insults with a smirk, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. “What?” he hummed into the mic, his deadpan delivery contrasting hilariously with the chaos of the moment. It was his quintessential lazy nonchalance that often played out in the most joyful of ways, and the sight left everyone chuckling.

Droid, embodying his role as the steady yet quirky dad-type of the group, opted for the classic dad wave, a somewhat exaggerated waving gesture that left the others in stitches. “Oh hi there, everyone! Just checking in, no big deal!” he said, a grin growing wide across his face. His tone was comically casual, adding a delightful layer to the already jovial atmosphere. You cuddled into his side giving him extra love since chat was not loving him. 

Droid’s dad wave came off as wonderfully charming, but what drew attention next was the sweet moment you shared. As you cuddled into his side, he turned slightly, a mix of surprise and delight flashing across his face. The laughter around you faded into a soft backdrop as you leaned in closer, your whisper brushing against his ear like a teasing breeze.

“You know we can blur those lines, like you said earlier, daddy,” you said, your voice low and playful, accompanied by a subtle bite of your lip that sent a ripple of warmth through the air. Your sultry gaze met his, and in that moment, a spark seemed to dance between the two of you, igniting a playful tension that even the jubilant noise of your friends couldn’t extinguish.

Droid’s cheeks flushed a shade deeper than usual, a mix of comical embarrassment and sincerity painting his expression. “Whoa now,” he chuckled nervously, adjusting his glasses with an endearingly awkward gesture. His grin, however, widened, eyes sparkling with mischief. “We’ve got an audience here, and they’re expecting some dad jokes, not... whatever this is.” The thrill in his voice hinted at how much he was enjoying this unexpected turn of events, the way it turned the night from merely entertaining into something tantalizingly complex.

The laughter around you surged back, with Pezzy and Puffer barely containing their amusement. “Look at you two! What is happening?” Pezzy exclaimed, nudging Puffer playfully. “Someone’s getting scandalous!”

With everyone now grinning conspiratorially, Droid leaned in closer, brushing his shoulder against yours as he whispered back, “You’re really going to make it hard for me to stick to my dad persona like this.” There was a hint of challenge in his voice, the playful spark beckoning him to dive into the quirky chemistry crackling between you two.

“Oh, that’s the point,” you replied smoothly, throwing in an exaggerated wink for dramatic flair, prompting more laughter from the guys. “A little chaos never hurts anyone, right?”

Droid glanced over at the camera, then back at you, his expression a mix of affection and mischief. He was clearly torn between maintaining his wholesome charm and embracing the funny spur-of-the-moment vibes that had overtaken the stream. “Guess we’ll have to see how much chaos we can get away with tonight!” he ultimately declared, laughter spilling from his lips.

The laughter that erupted after Droid’s declaration was quickly eclipsed by the sudden and loud “ACHOO!” from Grizzy, echoing through the room like a fire alarm. Everyone turned their attention to him, eyes wide and ready for whatever playful chaos might ensue next. 

“Bless you, daddy!” you chimed in, your voice a playful melody that added to the humor of the moment. It was a lighthearted jest, one that only you seemed to notice was met with a hint of surprise from Grizzy.

“Thank you, kitten,” Grizzy replied absentmindedly, a sheepish grin dancing on his face, completely missing the undertones of misplaced affection behind your playful greeting. 

At that instant, everyone froze in a state of disbelief, their expressions oscillating between shock and hilarity. Droid’s mouth dropped open slightly, eyes darting back and forth between you and Grizzy. “Wait, what?” he stammered, confused as if he had just stumbled into the wrong dimension. 

Pezzy nearly fell off the couch, clutching his stomach. “Did you just get called ‘kitten’ by Grizzy?!” he hooted, pointing an accusatory finger as if he’d just discovered the greatest scandal in streaming history.

Puffer leaned back, arms crossed and a mock-serious expression plastered on his face. “This is a plot twist nobody saw coming! I feel like I just got upgraded to a new season of ‘Reality: The Chronicles of the Clooless Boys’!”

Grizzy’s face turned a shade darker, embarrassment washing over his features like the tide. “I thought that was Pezzy blessing me!” he exclaimed, his voice rising a bit as the realization dawned on him. The laughter only escalated, everyone seizing the chance to poke fun at the blushing dad figure.

“Surprise! It wasn’t Pezzy, it was me!” you teased, leaning back with a satisfied grin as Grizzy squirmed in his seat. 

“Seriously though!” Puffer interjected, “Do we need a ‘Grizzy Kittens’ merch line now? I can see the T-shirt designs already!” He threw in an exaggerated hand gesture like he was revealing the ultimate scoop, and laughter erupted once again.

Grizzy couldn’t escape the playful wave of banter that washed in; it pushed and pulled at him, the boys relentlessly teasing. “I’m just being nice; you know, wholesome and all!” he defended, though the humor of the moment was too strong. 

“Well, we all need a little kitten magic in our lives!” you added with a wink, the room howling in gleeful laughter once more, Grizzy helplessly caught in the storm of camaraderie and jovial embarrassment. 

As the chaos continued, Droid settled back into his role, smirking at the series of events. “What a stream this has turned out to be! I take back what I said earlier. The only chaos happening tonight is right here!”

As the laughter mellowed into a happy buzz, Pezzy announced in his signature boisterous tone, “Alright, I’m off to the restroom!” With a dramatic flourish, he hopped up from the couch, waving exaggeratedly as he made his exit. The moment his absence created a void, you felt yourself unintentionally slipping into the couch's crevice. The plush cushions seemed to invite you in, but instead of comfort, it was more akin to a gentle but insistent trap, gradually making you feel like you were disappearing into the furniture.

Wriggling to escape the unexpected embrace of the couch, you quickly realized you were getting uncomfortably confined. “Okay, this is not how couch-sinking was supposed to work,” you muttered to yourself, muscles tensing as you tried to re-adjust. Even worse, an unwanted chill crept over you as the air surged in, and your body's instinct kicked in—time for a sweatshirt.

You slipped free from the couch's clutches with a huff, making your way to the kitchen table where one of the boys had left a cozy sweatshirt lounging. As you stretched to grab it, you felt the energy buzzing behind you. Grizzy's voice broke through the casual chatter that filled the room.

“Anyone want food? I’m thinking we could get some takeout!” he called out, glancing around but pausing when you walked behind him on the couch. 

You turned to respond but caught his eye just at the right moment. He looked up at you with a cheeky grin that held a mischievous glint. “I could eat you for dinner,” he said smoothly, holding your gaze with a confidence that sent your heart racing. The playful stretch of his words and the way he carried his charm had a sudden and powerful effect, leaving you blushing furiously.

Your cheeks warmed like a furnace, and thankfully for you, the microphone didn’t pick up his playful flirtation, but the live chat didn’t miss a beat. A flood of messages began popping up, teasing you with playful jabs like “Is Grizzy flirting?” and “Someone's blushing!” Streams of giggles erupted in the background, a chorus of playful mockery, while you tried to muster up a witty comeback, desperately suppressing a giddy smile.

“I—uh, well, you know, I’m more of a snack, really!” you finally managed to stutter out, your voice coming out in a rush as you hastily pulled the sweatshirt on, grateful for the added warmth and cover it provided against the teasing glances and chortles filling the room. 

As you settled into your sweatshirt—a snug cocoon that shielded you from the playful teasing—Puffer patted the couch next to him, a cheeky glimmer in his eye. “Hey, come here! There’s a perfect spot right here between Grizzy and me. It’s the best seat in the house,” he said, his tone light and inviting, but with an undercurrent of mischief.

With nowhere else to go and the irresistible allure of friendly companionship pulling at you, you slid back onto the couch, positioning yourself between the two guys. The warmth of the sweatshirt contrasted with the cozy closeness of your friends, making the entire setting feel simultaneously comforting and just the right amount of chaotic.

“Now we’re all together again!” Puffer said, grinning as he leaned closer, speaking in a low voice, just for your ears. “You know, snacks are supposed to be shared,” he quipped playfully, nudging your shoulder. “Are you okay with that? Because I could totally go for some midnight munchies.” 

Grizzy caught the exchange, and with impeccable timing, he threw in, still maintaining eye contact, “Yeah, if you’re one of our late-night snacks, we’d better make sure you’re well taken care of.” His expression was equal parts playful, equal parts serious, and it sent tingles of mischief running up your spine.

You bit your lip to stifle the giggle rising within you. The room was buzzing with laughter and chaos, yet it felt like you were in a little bubble, cozied up between two of your friends who were determined to shower you with attention and silliness. 

Pezzy turned his focus on the stream again, casually adjusting the camera to capture the moment. “Wow, look how quickly things get spicy whenever I step away!” he teased, eliciting another round of laughter from the group. His voice interjected into your light-hearted exchanges, making the moment all the more dynamic. 

Puffer leaned closer, lowering his voice further, still playing his part in the low-key flirtation. “Just be prepared; if Grizzy decides you’re a snack, we might need to set some boundaries. I don’t want to lose my favorite couch companion!” He threw an exaggerated wink your way, clearly enjoying himself.

A tranquil blanket of tiredness began to settle over the group. With the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a cozy hug, you found yourself sprawled out comfortably between Puffer and Grizzy, sipping the last bits of energy from the night. Puffer’s arm encircled your shoulders, creating a subtle but comforting presence against the backdrop of friendly chaos, while Grizzy settled in closer, an easy smile resting on his face.

Across the couch, Droid had positioned himself, half splayed over Puffer while balancing precariously in his own little kingdom of cushions. Pezzy, in his corner, had curled up like a content cat, the remnants of a lively evening wrapped softly around him like a well-worn blanket. The jovial energy had morphed into a lazy but delightful stillness.

Just as you began to float into a comfortable haze, a sudden jolt of sound erupted through the room. The unmistakable PlayStation 2 intro music blasted through the speakers, bass boosted to an almost ridiculous level. It reverberated across the walls, shaking the very air around you like a sonic tidal wave.  

“Whoa! What is that?” Grizzy exclaimed, suddenly jerking awake, his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of what was happening. 

Puffer groaned dramatically, “You’ve just made my comfy couch nap a dangerous mission.” 

Droid, ever the instigator, snickered from his sprawled position. “Who doesn’t love a bit of classic nostalgia, especially when it’s had a little too much to drink?” His laughter echoed through the room, amplifying the joyful chaos as Pezzy popped up with a laugh, eyes sparkling with mischief.

you nestled back against Puffer, the warmth and security of the couch embraced you like a gentle wave, lulling you into a blissful sleep. The laughter and teasing faded into a soft murmur of voices, mingling with the pulsating bass of the music still lingering in the background. You drifted off, wrapped in the cozy camaraderie of your friends and the chaotic energy of the night.

You had no idea how much time passed, but the soothing rhythm of sleep was abruptly interrupted by a loud and thunderous roar that echoed through the room. The media share had taken a sudden turn—an audio clip of a rocket taking off filled the space, its intensity jolting you out of your slumber. 

“3… 2… 1… lift-off!” the announcer declared, the excitement crackling in the air as if the whole world was about to be launched into a new dimension. You immediately scrubbed the sleep from your eyes and shot up in a daze.

Droid, still sprawled out on the couch, burst into laughter, his voice bright and teasing. “Welcome back to planet earth! Did you see the launch? It was epic!” His teasing made the room feel lively again, as Grizzy stirred and let out a groggy chuckle, trying to process what had just happened.

“Oh man, I thought I was dreaming of a space adventure,” Grizzy mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. “Next thing I know, I’m being blasted back to reality by NASA!” 

Pezzy’s corner became a flurry of movement as he sat up, brows raised in surprise. “Did we just launch a rocket, or did I miss the memo about attending a space party?!” he joked, laughter spilling from him like confetti—a feel-good ambiance that swept through the group.

You blinked repeatedly, glancing between your friends as confusion mixed with the remnants of sleep. “I just wanted to see what the cosmos looked like while peacefully napping!”

The lively chatter of your friends snapped your attention back to the present. The idea of breakfast hung in the air like a sweet aroma, and soon enough, everyone started weighing their options between the two iconic breakfast spots—IHOP, the haven of fluffy pancakes and syrup-filled wonders, and Waffle House, known for its crispy, golden waffles and hearty home-cooked meals.

“IHOP has those amazing stuffed pancakes,” Droid argued, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. “Plus, can you imagine diving into a warm, maple syrup waterfall this early in the day? Pure bliss!” 

Grizzy, ever the candid commentator, chimed in, “But Waffle House has that greasy charm, you know? There’s something about their hash browns smothered and covered that feels like a big, warm hug!”

Pezzy, fueled by his undeniable love for breakfast, flailed his arms playfully. “But can’t you see? At IHOP, we’ll have all those crazy pancake flavors! You can't beat the strawberry banana or the chocolate chip! Can you imagine the pancake tower we could build?” His eyes gleamed with the sweetness of delicious possibilities.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sheer enthusiasm bubbling around you, the debate energizing the air. “I love pancakes, but I also can’t say no to that crispy goodness from Waffle House,” you admitted, feeling the flavors of both places dancing on your taste buds. 

“That’s true, but IHOP wins on atmosphere!” Puffer interjected, reclining in a way that suggested a fierce dedication to the cause. “I mean, it’s like entering a pancake paradise!” He gestured dramatically, as if the diners themselves were the grandest of attractions.

The excitement in the room shifted as Pezzy’s sudden pizza craving sparked new energy among the group. Everyone rallied at the idea of a late-night pizza party, the atmosphere buzzing with anticipation. The conversation swirled, mixing dreams of classic cheese slices with a sprinkle of spontaneity.

“Okay, so we’re going plain cheese, but we can’t forget the breadsticks!” you added, feeling the warmth of your friends’ camaraderie washing over you. “Dipping those in marinara sauce is a must!”

“Exactly! Those cheesy, garlicky breadsticks are the real MVPs of the meal!” Puffer nodded enthusiastically, his eyes alight with the prospect of it all. “But while we’re at it, how about we throw in some toppings for an extra dimension? We need to elevate this pizza experience!”

Grizzy shrugged, leaning back with a thoughtful expression. “I mean, if we’re playing with toppings, we could go wild. What about a little pepperoni or mushrooms?” 

Pezzy’s fingers danced over his phone screen, frantically typing the order as the conversation snowballed. “Alright, so we’ve got cheese and breadsticks… what do you think about adding some pepperoni?” 

“Okay, pepperoni can work,” you said, your mind flashing images of gooey cheese and spicy slices melding together. “But if we go that route, let’s be bold and sprinkle on some jalapeños too, for a little kick!”

“Now we’re talking!” Puffer exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. “Yup, I’m in for the heat!”

With your decision solidifying, Pezzy hit the ‘order now’ button on the pizza app, sending your late-night cravings into action. The deliciousness you anticipated made your mouth water, and soon, you would all be sinking into cheesy bliss, sharing slices and stories as the night pushed on.

As the minutes passed in delightful anticipation, your friends shifted the conversation back to the topic of breakfast, discussing the point at which IHOP became the undeniable champion of pancake paradise. It was a cacophony of voices, laughter, and the occasional sleepy mumble as you settled back into the couch.

“I’ve been thinking about toppings all wrong,” Droid pondered aloud. “We could have designed the ultimate breakfast pizza, now that I think about it! Bacon, eggs, cheese… to start the day right!”

“That may be the best idea I’ve heard all night!” Pezzzy chuckled. “Wait, do you think breakfast pizza could ever work at IHOP?”

“Why not?” you said, sliding back into the playful banter that danced built upon each suggestion. “I mean, if we add a bit of syrup on top, it could be the wildest food fusion ever!”

Bursting into laughter, the idea took root in your collective imagination—an absurdly wonderful breakfast pizza that could be adorned with pancakes, bacon, and maple syrup. 

“Listen, all I know is that when we hit IHOP, we might as well throw in an experimental breakfast pizza for good measure,” Grizzy proclaimed, and everyone around formed an enthusiastic cheer.

With the pizza order confirmed and the atmosphere filled with warmth and laughter, the anticipation for your dinner grew.Time passed quickly, wrapping up as the doorbell suddenly rang, heralding the arrival of your cheesy feast.

As the doorbell rang, a media share popped up of them being rick rolled. It seems like it's the 5th time tonight, and they rick rolled the pizza delivery man. Puffer, with a triumphant grin plastered on his face, returned from the door to the bustling living room, his arms a precarious tower of pizza boxes and the enticing aroma of freshly baked breadsticks wafting through the air. “Look what I have! The feast has arrived!” he announced, his belly rumbling in sync with his excitement.

As he carefully set the boxes on the coffee table, the group erupted in cheers. “And look who decided to add a little fizz to the party!” he chuckled, revealing the two-liter bottle of Sprite perched between the boxes, a secret that had remained hidden in Pezzy’s planning.

“Did you really just sneak a soda?!” Droid asked, a mix of mock indignation and amusement lighting up his face. “You know that just adds to the calories of the pizza we are about to destroy, right?”

“Exactly!” Puffer laughed, popping the lid off the soda and pouring it into cups for everyone. “More sugar and cheese equals more fun!”

With a round of cheers and an impromptu toast to indulgence, the pizza was displaced, boxes flopped open, and everyone eagerly reached for their favorite slices. Laughter bubbled over as you all revealed in the moment, recounting the hilarity of the night’s earlier rick-rolls. The latest one had been particularly epic, as you all watched your pizza delivery man, caught off guard by the iconic tune blasting from your phone.

After feasting on cheesy deliciousness and munching crispy breadsticks, you felt a gentle lull settling over the group, each of you stuffed and satisfied. It was in this peaceful atmosphere, snuggled between Droid and Puffer on the couch, that your phone buzzed, breaking the cozy ambience.

Curious, but unwilling to move from your snug position, you let it ring a few times until the buzz faded into silence. When it buzzed again, you reluctantly peeled open your eyes just enough to see your boss’s name flashing on the screen. You swiped to answer, the warmth of your friends at your side making the weight of the call feel far away.

“We need someone to cover a quick shift at the ER until morning,” your boss’s voice came, calm yet urgent. You bit your lip, contemplating. The thought of leaving this cozy gathering, the happiness thick in the air, sent a shiver of reluctance down your spine.

“No, I can’t do it tonight,” you finally said, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as you declined the request. You had a soft spot for emergencies, of course, but the memories being created tonight were just as important to you. After a brief exchange, you hung up, content in your decision.

With a little stretch, you snagged one last crust and sighed with satisfaction. There was no going back after that—your stomach was full, the laughter surrounding you was intoxicating, and the couch was simply too inviting. 

As the conversation continued around you, the night drifted on, feeling heavier with warmth and comfort. You took one last bite of the delicious pizza, savoring the gooey cheese as it melted in your mouth. With a satisfied sigh, the pizza platter was polished off, and the glow of laughter filled the air as stories turned into gentle banter.

Before long, the energy of the group began to fade, little by little, until it felt like a soft blanket of peace covered the space. Unable to resist the overwhelming comfort, slumping back into the comfy cushions, you snuggled deeper between Droid and Puffer, who instinctively wrapped an arm around you. The day’s exhaustion hit you hard, drawing you into a comforting blanket of slumber. 

With the sounds of laughter in the background gradually transforming into a soft murmur, your eyelids grow heavy. You surrendered to the irresistible allure of sleep, letting it pull you into a cozy oblivion, ensconced in the happiness of cherished friendships.

As your eyelids fluttered closed, the muted noise of laughter and conversations blurred into a comforting hum. You could feel the warmth radiating from your friends, each breath lulling you into a deeper calm.

In your dreams, you danced through bright halls of pancake paradise and celebrated pizza feasts with friends who understood the magic of spontaneous adventures. Just as you drifted away, you could faintly hear Puffer delivering a rendition of “Never Gonna Give You Up,” the echo of laughter blending harmoniously with the peace of your slumber.

[chaos-chloe]

Midnight Mischief

Summary: The night air was cool against my skin as I settled into the passenger seat of Puffer’s old ford. The clock in the dashboard glowed 11:45 PM in soft blue light, like a lighthouse guiding us through the darkness. I could feel the excitement bubbling in my chest—there was something electric about midnight drives that made everything feel alive.

TW: Puffer driving, passenger princess, kissing, make out, established relationship

“Ready for an adventure?” Puffer asked, his voice laced with warmth and mischief. I grinned and nodded, shifting in my seat as I fiddled with the radio. A soft rock station crackled to life, the perfect soundtrack for our escapade under the stars. He pulled out of the driveway, and we melted into the quiet streets.

As we cruised through the city, laughter spilled from our mouths like sweet popcorn. Puffer had a way of making ordinary moments feel extraordinary, his infectious energy filling the car. I loved how he would point out the little things—a street lamp casting a golden glow, a couple laughing on a corner, or the way the moon hung low, as if it were a curious companion on our journey.

Before long, the aroma of street food wafted through the cracks of the window, pulling us in like moths to a flame. “Tacos at Luna’s?” Puffer suggested, his eyes twinkling with idea as he parked on the bustling street filled with food trucks. 

Luna's was a tiny truck illuminated by strings of lights, vibrant and welcoming like the laughter spilling from its open window. We jumped out, the asphalt cool against my feet, and I could barely contain my excitement. We stood in line, our shoulders brushing against each other, sharing ridiculously silly jokes that only we seemed to find funny. 

With our steaming tacos in hand, we stumbled back to the car, bursting into laughter as we tried to take monstrous bites without spilling guacamole down our shirts. I felt a rush of joy, a lightness that made me want to twirl under the moonlight, but instead, I leaned into Puffer, resting my head against his shoulder.

Back in the car, the world outside blurred into a kaleidoscope of lights as we drove aimlessly—pathways leading nowhere and everywhere. The radio played a soft ballad, and it felt like a gentle plea, almost daring us to lose ourselves in the moment. I turned to him, caught in the depth of his dark eyes, and the world around us melted away.

“Wanna dance?” I asked playfully, already knowing the answer. He laughed, the sound deep and rich, as he pulled into a quiet park. Switching off the engine, shadows danced around us, and in that moment, we didn’t need anything—or anyone—else.

With the music still flowing through the car, we leaned closer until the world outside faded completely. Puffer brushed his lips against mine, and it was like the first taste of warmth after a chilly day—a spark ignited. The kisses turned soft and sweet, punctuated by the distant rumble of a train passing by. 

Lost in our little universe, time didn’t matter; there was only Puffer, the car, and the music wrapping around us like a soft embrace. I could feel the rhythm of our hearts aligning with each note, our laughter mingling with the melodies that floated through the open window. 

After what felt like hours, we pulled away slightly, breathless and smiling, foreheads resting against each other. “Let’s never stop doing this,” I whispered, my heart racing with the thought of all the nights ahead.

“Never,” he affirmed, his fingers intertwined with mine, as if sealing a promise made under the starlit sky. With the radio still crooning in the background, we drove through the endless night, fueled by love, laughter, and the thrill of adventure

[chaos-chloe]

Oso Attack!

Summary: Your relaxation was disturbed by your boyfriend and your dog.

TW: Falling, established relationship

On a sunny afternoon in a quaint little backyard tucked away in a bustling neighborhood, there was a delightful scene unfolding. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm golden hue upon everything it touched. I found the perfect relaxation spot, gently swaying in my hammock, a world of adventure tucked between the pages of my book, and the gentle warmth of the sun kissing my skin.

 As I immersed myself in my story, I heard the familiar sound of the creaking back door. From inside the house emerged Droid, my ever-enthusiastic boyfriend, recording the moment, probably envisioning a light-hearted addition to his social media stash for his fans. Right behind him, trotting with a mix of excitement and obliviousness, was Oso, our lovable dog, a large bundle of fur and uncontained energy.

"Oso! Look! It's a beautiful day!" he called out with that unmistakable cheer. The moment was ripe for laughter, and he captured it all on camera—a perfect blend of sun, relaxation, and love.

But Oso, in his exuberance, had plans of his own. With his tail wagging like a flag in the summer breeze, he spotted me lounging like a queen in my lofty hammock. In a sudden burst of joy, he bounded towards me, excited to join the fun day.

As Oso leapt closer, he miscalculated his jump, and, with a delightful thud, collided with the hammock. I felt the world turn upside down as I was tipped over, the gentle sway transformed into a chaotic tumble. My book went flying, the sun's warm kiss turning into a surprising rush of grass as I landed softly, thanks to the bed of green beneath me.

Droid, still recording, cracked up with laughter, capturing the hilarity of the moment—your stunned expression, Oso's confusing alarm bark, and the sudden realization of what had just occurred.

“Oh my god babe, are you okay?” Droid asked while still laughing at Oso tipping me over. 

As you stared up at the sky, the fluffy clouds now scattered like cotton candy, you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit yourself, despite the surprise of your sudden descent. "Yeah, I think I’m fine! Just getting an unexpected wake-up call from the universe—and Oso!" You laughed, glancing at the dog, who was now prancing around as if he had just achieved a great feat.

Droid kneeled beside you, his laughter still bubbling over. "You just went full acrobat! I’ve got to admit, I didn’t see that coming. You should do that on purpose next time!” The way his eyes gleamed with joy made it impossible to feel anything but grateful for this moment.

Oso, sensing the playful mood, bounded back to you, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, tail wagging vigorously. He plopped down beside you, offering an apology in the form of slobbery kisses that certainly made it hard to stay mad at him. "Oh, come here, you goof!" You scooped him into your arms, showering him with affection, while Droid continued to capture this chaotic moment on video. 

“I think this should be the end of my hammock era,” you chuckled, trying to wipe the doggie drool from your face. “Maybe I should just stick to the ground.” 

“We could build you a sturdier one?” Droid suggested, flipping the camera to capture his own amused expression. “Or how about a giant bean bag chair? That way Oso can jump all over you without sending you flying.” 

The two of you continued to brainstorm outlandish ideas while Oso lay content, snuggling against you. His warm fur felt comforting against your skin, almost as if he were saying, "We're in this together!"

[chaos-chloe]

The Great Gaming Fiasco

Summary: Grizzy rage, I think you already know this<3

TW: Established relationship, rage. anger, warzone moment, kissing, cursing and screaming, lmk if I missed anything

This fateful night started like any other, with the trio gathering their keyboards, their spirits high and laughter echoing through the room. “Ready to beat some noobs?” Grizzy hollered as he loaded up the game, the anticipation crackling in the air like static electricity. The familiar battle sounds filled the room, and they dove into the chaos.

“Why doesn’t that work?!” Smii7y bellowed, fierce frustration spilling from his lips like a dragon's fire, slumping dramatically in his chair as his avatar met an untimely demise. He banged his hand on the desk with a sound akin to thunder.

“Ello Grizzy!” Puffer sang with a comedic flair as Grizzy was unexpectedly reincarnated, flinging his parachute in a desperate bid to return to the sky. But alas, the parachute refused to open—like a deflated balloon. Grizzy’s frustration spiraled as he began to rain blows on his keyboard, resulting in a dramatic self-kill that could only be described as tragicomic.

“WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOURSELF?” Puffer cried out, the desperation lacing his voice as if they were in a high-stakes war council. “I COULD’VE REZZED YOU! WHY?!” 

With a dramatic flourish, the keys rained down like confetti, creating a chaotic storm of letters and symbols — a keyboard glitter bomb exploded across his desk! Each key had its own story, its own mission to fulfill in the kingdom of Warzone, and now they lay shattered in despair.

The keyboard chaos continued, keycaps flying around Grizzy’s desk like tiny meteors in a galactic explosion of rage. The comical scene escalated, with Smii7y unable to stifle his laughter. “I think I need a new keyboard,” Grizzy declared with a resigned sigh echoing through the room, a solemn testament to his fiery spirit, as if he had just climbed Mount Doom only to find it was a mere hill.

“He just lost all his keycaps.” Smii7y said with a smirk growing on his face, while Grizzy fumed, the air tinged with both laughter and despair. “Oh my god” Puffer moans in emotional pain in the background. “Bro it aint working today.” Smii7y responded to Puffer's distress. “Nothing’s working.” Smii7y joked about how each bug felt like a monster stalking them in the night, ready to pounce at any awakening moment.

“I’m kicking over the key caps, I’ll clean that mess later.” Grizzy growled, “It's a problem for another day.

 “What do you mean mess?’ Puffer aspirated at Grizzy

“Wait, can you even use your keyboard? Did you go get a new one?” Puffer asked for content

“I got a new one- well i stole __’s” Grizzy responded “Ugh-let me straighten my desk” Puffer laughed at Grizzy’s misery. 

“Yeaahh” “What the fuck happend?” “What happened to you?” Smii7y and Puffer asked.

“The situation where you're gonna pull your parachute and it says “NO”” Grizzy explained as annoyance seeped through his voice. “Yeah! That literally just happened to me as well.” Smii7y agrees with Grizzy’s annoyance at the game with their bugs. They exchanged stories of their own gaming disasters, an unwritten pact of camaraderie knitting them closer amidst the chaos.

“Yeah so then I decided to slam my keyboard, which killed me, which made me even more angry. So I just clapped my keyboard together, ‘til everything came off.” Grizzy tells the replay of what just happened.

“Were you doing a last second one?” Smii7y asked. “Uhh-no i pressed it like 3 times before landing, it just didn't pull.” Grizzy answered with a slight tone. 

“Like right now.” Grizzy placed ___’s keyboard down with some force, as he was clenching and unclenching his fist, storming off, as the trio couldn't help but spiral into a cyclone of banter, laughing yet again at Grizzy’s misfortune. Grizzy stormed off out of frame towards his right office door which was left open. 

In the midst of the laughter, the mood shifted. A loud crash resonated from Grizzy’s office, while I was in the kitchen. Quickly followed by a blood-curdling scream that sent shivers down their spines. 

“FUCK!!!”  Grizzy’s roar thundered through the house, slicing through the laughter like a lightning bolt, a haunting call of despair that made everyone freeze. After that there was an eerie unusual stillness lurking in the house. 

My skin jumped as his scream blared to life, roaring like a thousand ghosts at once, sending ice down my spine. I gasped in shock, my eyes popped open like saucers, my adrenaline rushing through my veins. In a flurry, I leapt out of my statue like a state.

With curiosity piqued, I tiptoed towards the scene, every step echoing with anticipation. Approaching cautiously, I soon found myself colliding with Grizzy, his frustration evident and his door hanging askew like a battle-worn shield, leaning on the doorframe. “Let me guess... warzone moment?” I quipped with a smirk, but concern laced my words like a thick fog that hung in the air.

“Yeah, I didn't know how else to take my rage out of my body, since I already broke my keyboard. I was most certainly not breaking your keyboard, yes I stole it after I broke mine. I knew how much time and money you spent on that keyboard.” Grizzy explained while I was giving him the “mom” look. As we stood there, I couldn’t help but chuckle. The chaos of gaming had turned into a comedic rendezvous, where gaming mishaps became fodder for laughter and camaraderie.

 “Well I appreciate  you not breaking mine, but now I have to fix your office door babe.” I say walking out his arms towards the closet of tools/storage that they have. 

As I set to fixing his door, the banter resumed. “Is it possible to rage hard enough to break a door?” I teased while wielding my tools. Grizzy sheepishly scratched his head, his triumph of rage slowly fading into recollection of the bond we all had. 

I heard Grizzy walk back into his office, as my hands were full of tools and glue so I could repair the holes in the wall. “I’m done, shut the fuck up. SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’m done, I’m done.” Grizzy repeated. “I just broke my door with my hands, now ___ is fixing it. I’m FUCKING DONE.” He screams in anger and slaps his hand on his desk.

“Sorry, baby, I'm not mad at you.” Grizzy apologized to me, as I was trying to make myself as small as possible. I was putting toothpicks and wood glue together in the holes, where the screws used to be. Grizzy ended the stream right after he apologized to me. 

“You’re fine babe, is there anyway you can get the sandpaper that i left on the counter. Also maybe the wirecutter in the tool box?” I asked him a favor, I felt my phone buzz in my butt pocket.

Hey ___ you okay? Grizzy okay? -Puffer

Yes we are both okay, he is calming down now as we are both putting the door back together. Try to tell, chat that too. You know how shit can spiral out of control. 

Will do, and okay we were just making sure

Its all good! I’m probably gonna make him, go get us food in a min

(read)

Moments passed as I tuckered away at the door, awaiting Grizzy’s emotional cooldown. “After all this fixing, how about a nice dinner?” I suggested with a smile, already picturing a delightful feast to reward ourselves after the wild night.

“C’mon babe, let's get your fine ass off the dirty floor and go find a nice restaurant.” Grizzy nodded enthusiastically, offering his hand to help me up, grinning ear-to-ear. As I stood up with his help, I gave him a kiss on the lips and started tugging him to the door, laughing together. 

[chaos-chloe]

Hii! I'd like to request a droid xfem reader story, where the whole clooles gang (+reader) is playing never have I ever on stream and drinking and droid and reader get drunk-flirty and chat goes crazy maybe it gets a bit too heated 👀 and puffer has to emergency end the stream so droid and reader don't expose too much lmao, I've read like 100 stories with this same trope but I just love it so much 😭. I'd love to see more droid stories in general cuz there's not that much out there, anyways I'll stop bothering you now thanks, bye 🖤

You can never bother me love! and I have this write here just for you! I hope you enjoy!

Truth Or Hydrate - Droid x Reader

Summary: Truth or Hydrate where alcohol create loose lips

TW: Alcohol consumptions, established relationships, cursing, kissing

“Hi chat, hellooooss, Chat can you hear me?” Puffer said while speaking into his orange foam microphone.

“Hiya, my favorite internet people!” I greeted them hoping they could hear me as I was away looking at the laptop, “OO! You guys can hear me?” I said excitedly hoping our set up was working. I started seeing chat fly by quickly saying all types of ‘yes’, ‘yeah’, and etc. 

“Okay guys since you can hear me on my mic, lets see if you can hear the guy's microphone?” I said try to troubleshoot if something goes wrong.

“Of course they can hear you, they all simp for you.” Puffer said in a degrading tone towards chat.

“No comment from me, but they can hear you Puffer, okay someone else try.” I say changing the topic and moving on with the stream.

“Elloing chat, ellos? Testing, testing.” Pezzy started trying in a funny voice as he was playing with strings on his sweatshirt.

“Alrighty they can hear Pezzwald, grizzy or droid?” I asked seeing if they would greet chat

“Yer” “What's going on?” They both greeted Chat at the same time and started laughing. 

“Now turn on the camera.” I gave Puffer the cue, to show off our set up in our living room, you can barely see our hallway leading to our bedroom.

The bigger monitor I had stored away lit up with the guys in the frame on the couch with their respective drinks. I got up from my squatted position, to go make myself a strong raspberry margarita. 

“Chat calm down, ___ is making herself a margarita right now, for what we are doing.” Puffer yelled at chat for spamming.

“Chat what's going on? Chat. Do yall know what's going on today?” Droid asked as he was watching the monitor .”Someone else wants to explain, bro.” Droid acting like he was exhausted from ‘setting up’.

“Dawg, it was your idea!” I yelled from our kitchen, “By the way I'm making my marg, be ready for loud noises.” I forewarned the guys and Chat.

“I mean it is my stream I guess I can.” Puffer spoke as he took over, “Alright listen up, we are doing Truth or Drink, we are doing white girl sorority things.” Puffer spoke, his eyes swiping over the guys and making sure I was paying attention.

“Oop hold on, ___ needs to mix her drink.” Droid yelled over the guys laughing, I gave him a thumbs up and a wink and clicked ‘Blend’ on the blender.

“Okay, we are waiting for __ to join us on the couch, she is sitting in between Grizzy and I.” Droid began again as he was scooting closer to Puffer, and Grizzy scooted over to Pezzy.

“Chat, you guys are so weird towards her, you will see her outfit in a minute. She's literally joining us in a sec.” Pezzy stepped in, protecting me from the weirdos in chat. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m here, hello, chat.” I said walking into the frame of the stream waving. “As requested by my girl fans, this is a lazy day so I’m wearing an old black/dark blue off one shoulder shirt. I have had this shirt for a long ass time, I have no idea where I got it. I paired it with a cream drawstring lounge shorts, I usually wear these when I’m cleaning but oh whale.” I explained my outfit, doing a little leg lift showing off my no-show black socks, that the girls do with their OOTD videos; all while holding my big glass.

“Damn let me get a taste of that drink.” Grizzy piped in, letting me walk through the maze of alcohol bottles or drinks on the floor.

I handed him my drink, so I could get comfy on the couch in my assigned seat. I put my hand on DRoid’ shoulder to make sure i wawa balanced properly. He moved his head and kissed the top of my hand. Once I finally settled down, I grabbed my glass back from Grizzy and started siping, not paying attention to any of the rules or the jokes going on.

“Wait, what were the rules again? I was disassociating.” I was muffled with my straw in my mouth, I moved my attention to my boyfriend. 

“Truth or drink, you either tell the truth or you take a shot. In your case, take a big sip rather than your leisurely sips.” Droid repeated holding eye contact with me, making sure I was actively listening and paying attention to him.

“Alright, I can do that. So we are starting with the cards, once those become boring we move on to chat?” I asked to make sure that the information was correct, Droid was still holding eye contact with me, so I sent a wink towards him. 

“Yes ___” I heard from each of the guys, moaning and groaning from my lack of attentiveness.

“Oh shit, this is supposed to be played with hot sauce?” Grizzy questioned since Droid was opening the box of cards. He put the box to hold the card behind me on top of the couch. 

“Yeah, I mean do you wanna try it?” Droid offered Grizzy the bottle, while he was trying to get the pack of cards out of the box.

“No.” Grizzy declined quickly, “He’s a pussy, dude.” Pezzy making an effort to egg on Grizzy.

“Do yall realise that he keeps it at eighty-nine degrees in the house?” I interjected siding with Grizzy instantly, looking at Pezzy with a humorous look on my face.

“SEE EXACTLY!” Grizzy yelled “Yall think I want hot sauce right now?!” He asked with disbelief and slight disgust in his tone.

“That’s all Pezzy and ___, bruh.” Droid defended himself, holding his hands up by his face. 

“I pay the electric bill, of course I want it cold in the house.” I defended myself by acting offended at his accusation.

“Bitch, you were just saying you were freezing before the stream.” Grizzy shot back at Droid.

“I was freezing, feel ___.” Droid said while putting his left hand on my thigh. “DAWG GET THEM COLD PAWS OFF OF ME!” I yelled getting up and walking away from Droid, trying to warm up my thigh.

“See Grizzy, feel this.” Droid switched his attention to his next victim. Grizzy flinched, “YOOO!” He was looking at Droid as if he had frostbite on his hand.

Pezzy put out his hand to see if Droid and I were just being dramatically extra for the camera. Once their hands made contact, “Dude are you okay?” Pezzy asked due to shock.

Puffer reached for Droid's right hand to feel, and they interlocked their fingers together, “Now I’m okay.” He responded with a joking tone.

“Okay how are we doing this?” Puffer asked impatiently, he was wanting to get this shit done.

“We will take turns, you’ll get a turn, I’ll get a turn, ___, Grizzy and Pezzy or whatever.” Droid explained the ‘circle’. 

“Who are we asking?” Puffer continued wanting to get the base down pat.

“It's-its- It’s a group thing, so it's everybody. Whoever is in the room, pretty much .” Droid stuttered his answer, I started giggling due to his stutter.

“Wait this is bad then…” Pezzy dragged on, with me shaking my head in agreement.

“Imma need to add another shot real quick.” I added, “Y’all may need to get more alcohol.” Grizzy said with a suspicious tone and look on his face.

“Alright Puffer your on the end, do your Pokémon card thing.” Droid laughed as we all joined in cause the motion Droid did.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?” Puffer read the card out loud.

“I shit myself on a car ride home.” Grizzy said instantly and Pezzy started laughing along with him. “I was like 8, bro.”

“Oh, oh, I got one.” Puffer said, remembering his memory. “Oh I know yours.” Droid and I said together.

“I fell into the San Antonio river.” “Oh! Nevermind I did not know yours.” Droid taking back his statement.

“Mine was when I was in school and I trusted a fart way too much.” Pezzy brings the mic right up to his mouth resting it on his chin.

“Okay so all of y’all shit yourself except Puffer.” I nodded my head and laughed along with them.

“Okay Miss Clooless Princess, what’s your most embarrassing moment?” Pezzy snapped at me for laughing at them.

“Bleed through my pants multiple times in school and left a stain on my chair.” I said calmly and started sipping, Droid wrapped his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer and slightly kissed my head. Thankfully chat did not see it and no one is freaking out.

“Ugh that’s so basic for girls.” Puffer groaned wanting to know more juicy details.

“Oh, Oh!” Droid was reacting to the card in his hand. “Ask it.” Pezzy sneered “Okay you wanted this, dog.”

“In your opinion-my opinion who here in the room is the freakiest in bed?” Droid nodding his head trying to not make himself noticeable with me.

“Uhhh ___, is the most definitely.” Pezzy said out loud, he smacked his hand against his mouth so fast. I was astounded that the alcohol was hitting him this fast, but he did catch us in a situation once.

“You know what? I'll agree with you there, Pezzy.” Droid agreed, shaking his head and dapping him up. I looked at him as if he was a crazed man, not wanting our, mostly mine getting leaked on the internet. He shushed me and we kept moving on with the game.

“I'm not going to answer.” Grizzy and Puffer both agreed with me, as we took our respective shots.

“You know what? I'm going to say Droid and I feel like it because he’d be like ‘Yeah I have seen some shit.” Puffer started laughing, I started blushing and hiding my face while laughing. 

“And we just started going to town!” Droid continued as he lifted his Twisted Tea. He looked over at me to wink and send me a kiss. 

“Okay, okay.” I picked up my card for my turn, “You can only have one best friend, tell us yours.” I read out loud.

“I'm thinking of a title right now.” Droid deviously acted like he was an evil villain, plotting a big reveal. 

“Uh-um- nevermind.” Puffer was buffering thinking if he should reveal it, “Nah, just say it.” Pezzy, Droid and Grizzy taunted, “My old high school friend.”

“I have known you less,” Pezzy pointed to Puffer, “Damn, sorry.” Puffer responded. “But I have known all of y'all the same amount of time.” Pezzy said to us.

“Um i think you have known them longer than me.” Droid Pointed out. “Don't forget that we fucked.” Droid pointed out the fake news, to rile up fans. I smacked his arm with the back of my hand hard. 

“I know,” Pezzy rubbed his face, already feeling the alcohol, “My cat. Fuck you.” Pezzy flipped off Grizzy.

“Man, I was just about to say you but okay.” Grizzy shrugged his shoulders as everybody laughed at the turn of events. “You know what ___ has always been there and here for me.” Grizzy said while putting a hand on my shoulder. 

“I'm going to say Yum Yum.” I said while thinking of all the times he and I were in late night discord calls, Yumi was there when I met Droid, etc. 

“For fans who don't know who Yum Yum is, it's Yumi, only  ____ can call him that.” Droid said pointing to chat cause they were spamming confused emotes.

“Who’s your hottest friend?” Pezzy read the card out loud, “Grizzy.” Puffer answered right off the bat, he looked over to Droid for him to answer.

“__” Droid answered, I was leaning back on the couch with my glass in between my thighs. “Can I choose myself?” I asked back, everyone laughed together.

“Egotistical bitch.” Pezzy carriedon, which made us die of laughter and red in our faces. 

“Everybody has insecurities, what are two of yours?” Puffer pulled that card that I avoided earlier in the stack.

“Uhhh, my weight and my relationship.” Droid answered honestly, “Huh? Whatcha mean with that?” Pezzy wondered what he meant due to me sitting literally right there.

“If I’m good enough for my partner, my confidence is wack bro.” Droid explained his reasoning, with an all around ‘Ohhh’ of understanding. I quickly stretched back leaning where they couldn't see me on camera. 

“I love you no matter what.” I whispered behind his ear. “I love you too.” He turned his head towards my direction so the microphone couldn't pick it up. 

“What is your biggest online screw up?” Grizzy read with a smirk, “I'm taking a shot.” I said right off the bit. 

“Nah, nah it's already out there, just say it __.” Grizzy said to me. “UGH fine, I sold my feet pics a couple years ago.” I whispered into the mic as the other guys just gasped in shock at this revelation. “I'm still taking a shot for even saying it.” 

“Are you still making money off it?” Puffer as his curiosity peaked, “Nah I’m taking another shot, I do not care.” Downing another tequila shot while making a sour face. 

“Let the host read your last text message with either your significant other/partner or best friend?” Grizzy chuckled thinking he was going to get something juicy. “Oh hell no!” Droid busted out. I handed my phone over to Grizzy, knowing he wont purposefully snoop through our messages.

“Okay okay, __ has herself a little boo thing that she loves and wants to make sure that they stay hidden. She has him or her underneath “Hawt Stuff” and no picture, and I definitely do not know this phone number.” Grizzy read out loud thinking this was going to make me walk out, but instead I was just sitting there smiling and blushing. My eyes cut towards Droid quickly to see his reaction. Thankfully, his attention was being taken up with Puffer and Meghans text messages.

“I mean we don't have significant others,” Pezzy pointed out to Grizzy “and our friends are literally each other.” He laughed at the contradiction. 

“Hey Droid, who have you been trying to talk to recently?” Puffer fish for information, “Absolutely no one, but here's my phone.” Droid handed over his phone caught in a lie as Puffer started cackling. 

“Droid who’s LOML?” Puffer coughed out as he caught Droid, “HUH?” He yelled into the microphone. “No one man.” He quickly said, “Why do they have the same type of message that __ had?”

“I’m taking a shot, man.” Droid reached down for the Crown, and while he was reaching his hand on my leg to balance himself, he started rubbing his thumb on my leg.

“I have a good one, How many sexual partners have you had?” Pezzy read with a small evil smirk on his face.

I heard three from Puffer, ‘five’ from droid, 4 from me, and two from Grizzy, the Pezzy asked “what does sexual mean?”

“Sex.” Puffer deadpanned answered, “So full on sex?” Pezzy made sure, as everyone was nodding their heads yes.

“Dick and penis.” Droid said confirming but misspoke, which had all of cackling, hitting our legs or the couch, rocking back and forth, and wheezing to breath for a good hot two minutes. 

“There's my biggest online screw up, right there. I mean dick and pussy.” Droid corrected himself, as we were settling down and my margarita was hitting me I decided to put my legs over Droid’s lap and my head still on the cushion of the couch; scooting down a bit to get comfortable. Droid put his can in his right hand and wrapped his left arm around my shoulders and head. I kissed his shoulder, showing him some love on camera that some fans saw but not that many.

“What kind of sex are you having?” Puffer wondered jokingly, “Listen, I'm straight as hell, straighter than a goddamn candy cane. I mean look at this beautiful lady in my lap.” Droid said, calming down from that hilarious miss-speaking. 

“He’s like so dreamy, ‘who should i pick?’” Droid mocked Pezzy while holding his microphone up to his face like he was a teenage girl in a 90’s movie. I started laughing and everybody joined in, while feeling out shots hit us.

“Let's pick Droid, anywho Would you rather have sex with Droid and no one knows–” “Sure.” Puffer cut Pezzy off from reading the black card. “Huh-What?” “That was a bit too quick, man.” Droid joked as he looked over at Puffer.

“--But no one knows or not have sex with Droid but everyone thinks you did?” Pezzy regained his focus to finish reading the card. “That's our chat anyways!” Pezzy exclaimed, pointing over to the laptop Puffer had set up earlier.

“Fuck it, I already let him hit for free.” I slurred while taking a sip of my raspberry margarita, not wanting to look at Droid for suspense.

“Whaaattt?!” “HUH?!” “SHHHH?!” “hmm okay then.” I heard from every direction, due to the echo in the living room. 

“I mean chat already thinks we had sex, so why not?” I said, lollying my head to the other side looking at Pezzy.

“CHAT! ___ is way too drunk right now, we are ending the stream, say byeeee!” Puffer yelled into the microphone, as he was walking over to the computer, I turned my head to admire my boyfriend as he was looking at me, I gave him a quick peck on the lips right as the stream ended. 

“Did you know that chat definitely saw that?” “Mmm yeah, oh well.” I shrugged my shoulders. “That's a mess for tomorrow.”

[chaos-chloe]

Podcast moments - Pezzy version

Summary: Three-time you were mentioned, or You were a surprise guest for a moment in the Clooless Podcast, clip inspired

TW: Nurse!reader (retired), cute moments, kisses, cursing, medical advice/EpiPen, reckless driving, and etc

“I feel like that put a lot of pressure on you.” Droid pointing at Pezzy and his tendencies while riding their motorcycles.

“You’ve become quite the mama bird, when it comes to me driving.” Droid continued as he was playing with his shoes.

“Well yeah,- well now- I don’t know- because.” Pezzy stammers through his reasoning, as he was waving his hand around.

“I find it so funny, cause isn't _ really the mama bird with you?” Grizzy interjects their conversation.

“I’ve realized like when I was driving a bike; I had _ and other people were worried about me before. Like where they are like, “ooo let me know when you get to certain places” blah blah blah. And i'm like ‘yeah i'll let you know.” Pezzy reasoned as he was adjusting his hair like always.

“And I never experienced a friend riding a motorcycle. Now that you're riding it, I'm like checking behind me, when _ is not riding with us, I’m like ‘IS HE DEAD?!!?’” Pezzy laughed as he was getting himself comfortable again on the couch.

“I'm always checking to see if you are still good.” Pezzy ends his spiel.

“But __ is the biggest mama bird when it comes to new riders, she will always adopt baby riders.” Droid says keeping the topic still alive of bikes.

“I swear her phone is always blowing up because she is in so many biker support groups.” Puffer pipes in as he experiences that while hanging out with the group.

“She is the best type of person to protect baby drivers, she went off on someone for trying to cut me off on the highway.” Droid says, “It was fucking bad ass, but damn she’s scary when shes in mama bear mode.” Droid laughs while everyone joins in with him.

“Dude you should have seen her race after someone when they did something stupid to Pezzy as we were all driving together. Like she was like the ghost rider after them.” Grizzy says as he was trying to remember what happened.

“She is great but god damn she has her reckless moments too, like any motorcycle driver.” Pezzy shakes his head as he is trying to calm down from laughing.

“Hold on, Yumi is calling me.” Puffer said while looking at his phone.

“Is that Tuah?” Droid questioned, while looking over at Pezzy. “I thought it was a sponsor.” Pezzy laughed

“You know what? Pick it up! Pick it up!” Grizzy taunted Puffer

“It's probably about the football game.” Puffer says while he is thinking about why Yumi would be calling him.

“This is-Oh!” Pezzy got caught by Droid; “It’ll be over by the time it comes out.”.

“Pateron content if it is good.” Pezzy said hastily as Puffer picked up the phone. “Hey man, what's up?”

“Nahh speaker, nah” Grizzy said as Puffer put his phone up to his ear.

“Damn all like the whole demeanor just changed.” Droid comments

“Uhh-um were doing a podcast.” Puffer says as Pezzy laughed at his awkwardness, Puffer held his fingers to his other ear so he could understand Yumi better.

“All I heard was, you wanna be on the podcast? Real quick hold on, here.” Puffer put his phone on speaker phone.

“Welcome to Talk Tuah.” Droid said in a serious tone but was joking. “Hey Yumi.” Puffer cuts Droid off.

“Hey wait, Pezzy’s there right?” Yumi asked

“Yeah I'm here Yumi, what up?” Pezzy answered his question with a question back.

“Where’s {Nickname that only yumi can use}?” Yumi asked

“Uh should be hanging out with Meghan, let me go get her.” Pezzy said while getting up and readjusting himself as he was walking to the door.

“Hey babe, Yumi called Puffer is looking for you!” Pezzy yelled out into Puffer’s house.

“Yum Yum!” Is all he heard as being yelled back and your feet running on Puffers hardwood floors.

“Ohp- she's running now, yumi” Puffer said as everyone was laughing cause they heard your footsteps.

“Ugh- i'm never running again for you, but YUM YUM!” _ complains as she is out of breath but greets Yumi. “Eh {nickname} did you see the game and that play that just happened?” Yumi asks as casually as he could after interrupting the Clooless Podcast.

“Omg no!-""Alright, Alright, Yumi, did you have something to say to the podcast?” Puffer cuts __ off from responding to Yumi. Grizzy started a full belly laugh, as Droid did a small chuckle as if he was being tickled by a feather.

“Oh! This is my message to the world.” Yumi started off with a small laugh.

“Oh no!” “Where is this going?” Droid and Grizzy responded with their own jest.

“It sounds like the Joker.” Droid kept going with his goofiness.

“Yeah?” “How y'all- How y’all doing?” Yumi had a brain fart.

“That's your message?” The Clooless gang all responded back.

“Hey i'm doing alright Yum Yum, but imma go back to filming tiktoks with meghan.” __ says while exiting the room but not before giving Pezzy a quick peck on the lips and a simple ‘I love you’ .

ACHOO

“God damn!” Puffer exclaimed to Grizzy, sneezing up a storm (it was one sneeze).

“Brother, I'm trying to survive out here.” Grizzy said while rubbing his face due to his allergies

“I know. Bro can not be around Brodie.” Puffer said as he was thinking of ways to keep Brodie away from Grizzy.

“We might need a medic team on standby.” ElasticDroid joke but it was taken slightly serious.

“Hahah, imagine episode 25–” Grizzy faked being dead in his chair all slumped over, his head slinging to the left side

“We put a bunch of Epipens on this desk, wait table.” Pezzy jokes

“You know how to use it right?” ElasticDroid asked as Grizzy faked gasping, coming back to life.

“No I don't but _ is a retired ER nurse, OMG she can be our medical team.” Pezzy said while slapping his knee, dying of laughter.

Droid started patting his heart, acting out that's where you put the Epipen to inject it.

“No, it's in the leg” Pezzy disagreed with Droid.

“It's not in the heart.” Grizzy deadpanned shaking his head in disbelief

“This dude is trying to kill somebody.” Pezzy popped off as he was looking at Grizzy

“Ooo _, get her in here real quick.” Droid says

“Babe, come here real quick!” Pezzy yelled

“Huh? What am I here?” __ said walking into the podcast room.

“Quick question, where and how do I use an Epipen?” Droid asked with full seriousness.

“Well, do you want me to explain it how I am supposed to explain it or a sweet and short explanation?” _ questioned back with professionalism.

“Sweet and short.” Puffer said not wanting to waste _’s time.

“Goes into the mid-outer-thigh, the orange tip pointing down and the blue end facing up. Do not put any part of your hand over either end or just come get me to do it. Then call 911 or go to the ER yourself.” _ wrapped it up.

“Oh damn, oh well I was wrong, thank you __ and comments say thank you as well.” Droid said owning up to his stupidity while pointing to the camera.

[chaos-chloe]

Drunk Clooless Moments - Pezzy x f!Reader

Summary: Pezzy's Girlfriend hangs out in his room, while streaming drunk

TW: Alcohol, cursing, drunkness, use of "vagina"

It was another Friday night, I was sitting with my legs criss-cross on my boyfriend's bed while using the wall as my back rest. I was scrolling through chat on my laptop, banning and timing out kids being ridiculously stupid. He was streaming Sons of the Forest while drinking, but now they all are just on call talking to each other. Droid just kills his stream, telling his viewers that he was joining us in Pezzy’s room. I closed off his stream, I had tabbed on another desktop screen, as I heard his heavy footsteps getting closer to Pezzy’s room. Droid does a polite, light knock to tell us that he was coming in, but I had the door lock. I discarded my laptop on the bed, leaning over to unlock and open the door for him. 

“Oh, hey, what's up ___?” “I didn't know you were over tonight.” Droid greeted me with our “secret” special handshake. 

“Yeah, this one needed an extra mod tonight. Also, I wasn't leaving the bedroom, I'm being lazy tonight. I parked my happy ass right here.” I explained while pointing to Pezzy

“What? Guys whatcha mean that ___ is cheating on me? Huh?” Pezzy read out chat with slurred speech.

“Chat, you do realize that I know Pezzy because I’m Droid’s best friend out of their group, right?” I snipped at chat for making stupid acquisitions.

“Just for you to know, that you’re getting ban, for being a stupid.” I said while scrolling for that idiotic chatter.

As I was hunting for more people to ban who were looking for attention the boys fell into a smooth rhythm of conversation, keeping me out of it. Once I got rid of that one chatter, I opened another tab for some online shopping. While scrolling on Hot Topic, Shein, and Etsy for specialized custom gifts, my attention was caught by Pezzy’s phone ringing.

“Why is Grizzy facetiming me?” Pezzy spoke into his microphone, clicking the answer button.

“Hello Grizzy.” Pezzy answered

“Hey I'm walking over.” Grizzy cut right to the chase

“You're walking over?” Pezzy gasped in laughter

“Yes. Number 1, save the liquor. Number 2, save the door.” Grizzy rattled off

“M’kay” Pezzy agreed while looking at me.

“Wha happen?” Grizzy asked

“Doors unlocked” Droid replied while Pezzy was staring off to space

“Why did you leave the door unlocked? Wait, I thought I locked it when I came in.” I ponder

“I unlocked it before I came in here.” Droid explains 

“Okay I'll walk right on in.” Grizzy said

“Okay have fun.” Pezzy added 

“Okay don't think you're gonna get robbed.” Grizzy warned

“Why the hell would we think we were getting robbed?” I asked to droid who was looking at me 

“Man, I don't know” Droid Shrugged as he sat on the end of the bed

“Here talk to chat, sit here and talk. Sit here.” Pezzy told Droid as he was taking his headphones off.

“Wait is-?” 

“What's up you stupid fucks?!” Puffer barged into the room

“Aaahhh” Pezzy screamed while clutching his heart. I froze up like a deer in headlights, holding my laptop with both hands.

“Hi Puff” I greeted back

“Oh shit! My bad ___” Puffer felt slightly bad and gave me a weird hug.

Droid sat back on bed, since Pezzy got cornered back into his chair as Puffer walked into the room. I put my laptop to the side and sat right next to Droid, leaning my head on his shoulder. 

Droid was sipping on his drink chiming in and there with Pezzy and Puffer talking to chat about random ass shit. I heard a slight shuffle outside the door, reminding myself it was either Sly or Grizzy. The door opened to wild Grizzy who finally showed up.

“Bro there's a big ass wasp in front of your house.” grizzy informed us

“A wasp?!” Pezzy yelled

“Yeah I ran inside once I realized it was following me.” I said to Grizzy, giving him a high five.

“Why you outta breath?” Puffer investigated Grizzy

“The wasp.” grizzy replied, sounding offended that Puffer would ask him that. We all laughed at his tone.

“Now where’s the liquor?” Grizzy asked, I gave him a red solo cup I had put to the side.

“L-Look Here take a shot. We all took one, well expect __” Droid said pouring Grizzy a “shot”

“Okay” Grizzy quickly agreed

“Oh. hold up a sec.” Droid said while looking into Grizzy’s cup. Droid took the cup and brought it up to his lips to take a drink, since it was not a shot

“That's a lot.” Droid said laughing at his stupidity.

“That shit smells like nail polish.” Grizzy replied after taking a sniff of the cup

“No it smells nice” Pezzy added

“Noo it smells like hand sanitizer and nail polish” Droid countered “It will do you wrong but do you right” Droid

“It got me drunk before a glass, ask __” Pezzy said, trhowing his head to my direction.“It did, it was pretty funny and entertaining.” I said with a small smile

After that the whole gang was here so I tuned them out, opened my laptop again to a split screen of the stream chat and google. I was having multiple casual conversations with regular chatters and other mods. Letting time pass us by until I got a notification that “ElasticDroid” is live on the top right of my screen, but Droid was sitting right in front of me in Pezzys’ chair. I was most definitely not getting in the middle of this, I got up from Pezzy’s bed and walked out to the hallway couch. I was going to hide here until they were not chasing after each other.  After like 10 - 15 minutes of the back-and-forth funny shit, they all came back into Pezzy’s room. Pezzy peaked his head out, motioning for me to join back in his room.

I walked back in, sat on the corner of the bed right behind Droid. I shoved my turned off laptop underneath his bed so it wouldn't get stepped on or ruined. When I get right back up, I see Pezzy putting his arms around Grizzy’s and Droid's shoulder. Grizzy stretched his arms out to carry Pezzy, in doing so Pezzy lifted his own legs up and placed them in Grizzy’s arms. I started giggling and shaking my head, scooting back in the bed so the guys have room.  Grizzy started laughing with me, Droid was watching the camera playback video, and Puffer was looking back at them being stupid. 

“He is, He is crazy light, what the fuck.” Droid says confused

“I’m 130 pounds.” Pezzy informs them

“Really?!? I could bench this fool. What the fuck?” Droid says shocked at this revelation, pezzy started laughing and tripping over his junk lying on the floor.

“I think anyone can, but not me.” I said slyly, hiding my smirk behind Pezzy’s cup as I took a sip.

 “He’s my warm up.” Grizzy continued

“That is true, that is true.” Droid repeated looking at Puffer, Pezzy gathered himself and was standing right between Grizzy and i.

“You wanna, You wanna?” Pezzy asked, doing the curl up motion and I started shaking my head in disbelief of how drunk he is right now.

Grizzy agreed and started curling him very easily twice before Droid wanted to try. Pezzy was unbalanced in Grizzy’s arm before trying to transfer him into Droid’s arms. Grizzy moved quickly and Droid tried to save Pezzy but they both moved to where I was in his bed, Pezzy somehow ended up right in between my legs, Pezzy’s face got smashed right into my vagina. Grizzy held him right there laughing, while Droid picked him up out of the predicament, Puffer was drinking straight out of the bottle. I was laughing so hard from embarrassment and happiness that I was turning into a batch of freshly picked cherries. 

“What were you doing down there Pezzy?” Droid asked bluntly with joy, I ended up on the floor in front of the mirror laughing and wheezing

“Hello world, I was definitely not in between my girlfriend's legs just now.” Pezzy slurred as Droid had him in the princess carry.

“Isn't that where you're supposed to be Pezzy, you know like every night?” Puffered popped off

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving this room to bake or cook something.” I get up out of breath, my face still red not wanting to deal with this anymore.

“Chat say bye to ____” Puffer says

“Bye___” “Bye love” “Bye Bitch” the guys say as I'm leaving the room with my sleepover bag in hand. 

[chaos-chloe]

Fav snack?

Summary: Chat asked a question

TW: Established relationship, cursing

“Alright chat, I'll be back, I got to piss.” Pezzy delivered that statement, as he was getting up he was reading chat.

“Just curious, what is your favorite snack?” He reads

“Titties, most important detail is if they’re ____’s” Pezzy added while taking off his headphones

“Ill be right back.” Pezzy left the camera frame after that

___users: Why is this man always talking about my titties? Or most importantly me?

___users: IM NOT EVEN HOME CHAT! CALM DOWN I WOULD HV BEEN IN HIS OFFICE BY NOW

___users: Chat remember use code Pezzy, not clooless fuck the other guys pepalaugh. Give my man more money

“Chat why are you going wil-Oh nevermind, Hi ___!” Pezzy greeted me

“Noooo babe, I was def not talking about you. Also chat yall need to listen to __ more.” Pezzy agreed with my chat messages

___users: I'll be home in about an hour, you want food? Or nah?

‘You want food-? Oh yea! Imma text you what i want.” Pezzy said grabbing his phone “Chat find yourself a girlfriend or boyfriend like ___”

“Wait babe, did you turn off your focus?”Pezzy asked

__users: yee im driving so i have my phone read me your messages so i can respond.

__users:well im not driving now, SO CHAT STOP YELLING AT ME

__users:oka i got ya order, ill be home in less than 5

“Alrighty babe. CHAT STOP YELLNG AT HER!” Pezzy scolded them.