#elasticdroid imagine

[bad268]

heeeey its the erm elasticdroid rq anon and oh good Lord im sorry 😧 i got nervous and it was like 1 am my request is for an elastic droid x reader and i really want it to be like. reader is also a youtuber / streamer, like super duper wowzers popular... and droid doesnt know this but reader is also friends with one of his friends, maybe like puffer or someone. ill use puffer because i think thatd make it easier to understand... and then one day puffer dms droid like "yo you wanna join my stream" droid agrees and joins but then hes like SHOCKED LIKE WAIIIIIIT WHY IS THERE THIS POPULAR STREAMER HERE and puffer is like "oh yeah [reader] is here too" and droid becomes all stuttery and nervous and stuff... maybe [reader] can like compliment him and he becomes even shyer ... hope this one made more sense 🙏🙏

Russian Roulette (Elastic Droid X Streamer! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Clearly (bro this was so fun)

Warnings: Language (lots of it)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1151

Summary: Puffer seems to know the one person that makes Droid nervous.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

You were having a slow stream day just chatting for the most part, but when your childhood best friend sent you a message to join his Russian Roulette lobby, you couldn’t refuse. He said something about wanting to throw it together, and he just needed one other person, you. 

“I know that TwitchCon and VidCon are coming up soon, and I might go,” You mindlessly talked to chat. “Is that something you guys would be interested in, or am I talking out of my ass?”

Immediately, your chat of just over 500k exploded in responses. Most were encouraging you to go to both of them, practically begging you to go by saying that would be the only reason they buy tickets.

“Okay, okay, okay, guys,” You chuckled, going to your other monitor to pull up some stuff to look into later regarding tickets, hotels, and logistics. “I’ll look into it, and I’ll see if I can get a group to go.” Just as you say that, you got a discord notification from Puffer.

“Russian Roulette. Pull up.” You couldn’t help but laugh out loud for a second, causing a flood of comments to roll in.

“Guys, I think I’m about to die,” You chuckled as you sent a quick message back to Puffer.

“The game right?” It only took him a few seconds to respond.

“No shit, get on.”

“How do y’all feel about Russian Roulette right now with a really random person I’ve never actually done anything with?” You asked to no one in particular, as you were already loading the game and changing the category of your stream. “I honestly don’t care what y’all say, but it’ll be fun.”

You loaded the game on your stream and joined the discord channel that Puffer sent you. You joined the call that had Puffer and two of his friends already in it.

“Well, well, well,” Puffer said as soon as you showed up on the call. “Look who decided to show up.”

“Okay, first of all, fuck you,” You laughed as you entered the code o join his lobby. “Second of all, I was in the middle of a heart-to-heart with my chat. Trying to figure out if I go to TwitchCon or VidCon this year. Last year was ass.”

“Wait, is that who I think it is?” One of the guys on the call shouted.

“Maybe, this is the childhood friend I told you about,” Puffer said nonchalantly.

“Yeah, hi, I’m Puffer’s friend,” You introduced yourself and your stream name, waving at your camera.

“You’re not ‘just Puffer’s friend,’” The same guy mocked and you looked over where his camera was on to see his jaw dropped as he stared at the scream. “You’re like one of the biggest streamers that still streams.”

“Thank you!” You blushed, but played it off, “I’m dedicated to the grind and a paycheck.”

“Arent we all,” The other guy in the call groaned. “I’m Grizzy, by the way.”

“Wait, you know Fitz and them, too, right?” You immediately recognized that voice. “I feel like I’ve met you before.”

“Yeah,” Grizzy dragged on. “When would I have met you?”

“If you went to PAXAus or were in some of the CS:GO videos,” You started listing. “I was in a few with Smii7y, and I bullied him a lot. I was also faceless back then, and I’ve rebranded since then.”

“Wait, I do remember you!”

“No way you guys already know them. I literally watch all of their content!” The other guy complained.

“You sound like this one guy that I watch,” You spoke up as your brain finally started putting the pieces together. “I’m blanking on his name right now, but his outro song is bbno$.”

“That would be that guy,” Puffer said, leaving the floor open, but the other guy was like a fish gasping for water. “Are you gonna say anything?”

“I am in shock,” He replied in a strained tone. You looked at his video and saw that he was breathing heavily as he held his chest, but he was smiling.

“Are you good, man?” You chuckled softly just as Puffer started the lobby. “Are you gonna be good to play?”

“I, uh, I’ll be fine,” The guy stuttered out. “I just…I’ll be fine.”

“He’s starstruck,” Puffer poked. “If I knew you were gonna be this nervous around them, I would’ve asked someone else to join.”

“No, I’ll be fine, just give me a minute,” He replied, muting himself and turning his camera off for a second. 

“What was that about?” You asked to Puffer and Grizzy. “Is he always this nervous?”

“No, it’s just you,” Puffer chuckled, amused at the situation.

“Me?” You gasped, “What did I do?”

“Exist,” Grizzy said simply. “He’s had like a massive crush on you for the longest time, and you just admitted to watching his stuff, so he’s probably crashing out.”

“He’s the guy?” You questioned as your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. “I don’t remember his name, but It’s like ED or something, right? I remember a joke about erectile dysfunction, and I was fucking dying!”

“No shot you remember that stupid joke,” The guy said as he rejoined the call just in time to hear your comment. “Can we just start the game already? I might need to my Russian Roulette IRL if we keep talking about this.”

“Wait, give me a second,” You shouted even though Puffer started the game. “It’s Droid, right? I don’t remember the E part.”

“Elastic,” Puffer coughed into his microphone.

“ElasticDroid!” You screamed, and you saw his character flinch in the game. “That’s you!?”

“Yeah,” He replied back quietly as his face grew fifty shades of red. Whether it was embarrassment or the fact that his long-time parasocial crush watched his content, he couldn’t tell you. “That’s me.”

“No way, Puffer! You should have introduced me to your friends earlier!” You complained as it was your turn to pull your trigger. Thankfully, you lived to see another round. “Actually, this would be really cool. As of about 30 minutes ago, I decided I wanted to get a group to go with me to TwitchCon and VidCon. Would y’all go with me?”

“That would be like the biggest crossover ever,” Grizzy chuckled before he shot himself in-game. “Fuck! That was my first bullet!”

“Sweet! Puffer, send my number to Droid,” You said winking at the camera as Droid’s head snapped to the side. “I’ll text him to coordinate everything.”

“You just want his number, don’t you?” Puffer voiced your plan, but you weren’t going to fold that easily.

“I’m asking you to give him my number,” You shrugged, “It’s his choice if he wants to give me his.”

You had barely finished your sentence before your phone was sounding with a notification from an unknown number. 

“Of course I want you to have my number ;)”

~~~~~

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[opioidbandit]

Heard its his birthday

[chaos-chloe]

A Tender Moment Filled with Love

Summary: On a dreary afternoon, when the world outside was wrapped in a silvery blanket of rain, the familiar and cozy living room became a sanctuary—a haven filled with warmth and affection. The soft patter of raindrops against the window created a gentle symphony, setting the perfect backdrop for a romance that felt like a scene ripped from a storybook.

TW: cuteness overload, soft love, established relationship

I didn't make this for a certain Clooless Member or anyone really, just wanted to try something different where you get to pick who it is! <3

In the middle of the living room, surrounded by scattered cushions and a fluffy throw blanket, our souls savored their playful intimacy. A soft song drifted through the air, and as if guided by an invisible force, we began to sway together, lost in a slow dance. It was a dance of love, spiraling softly, as if time had paused just for us.

Our foreheads touched gently, sharing soft kisses that melted into one another. Between bursts of laughter, tender whispers filled the space—a blend of sweet confessions and promises that felt as timeless as the falling rain. “You make the clouds go away,” I would say, pulling hime closer, our heartbeats syncing in perfect harmony.

The living room transformed into a world all its own, painted with joy and affection. With every kiss peppered across cheeks and noses, giggles erupted like bubbles in the sparkling air. Each kiss held a secret, a promise held tight between the two of us, affirming that we would always choose this moment—this happiness of being together.

Amidst the shared laughter, one squeezed the other’s hand, their eyes sparkling with mischief and love. With a note of sincerity beneath the playful banter, he leaned in and said, “Will you marry me, my pretty baby?” Histone was light, yet the weight of the words hung beautifully in the air.

“Oh? I’m your pretty baby now?” I asked with a shy smile, my cheeks tinged with rosy warmth. I couldn’t help but laugh, our giggles mingling with the sound of the rain, filling the air with delight.

“Yeah,” he replied, brushing a thumb across my soft cheek. “You’ve always been my pretty baby.”

With that, the laughter erupted again, soft and sweet, echoing against the walls of the small room. It was a melody of love and light-heartedness, binding them closer together. In that cozy cocoon, hearts were woven tightly as we embraced, snug against each other, captivated by the simplicity of shared dreams and blossoming love.

The rain continued to fall, but inside our little world, the storm felt far away. We held onto each other, cherishing the warmth of each other's love—a love that promised to grow, evolve, and weather any storm that life might bring. And as we clasped hands, drifting back into laughter and soft kisses, we knew we had found something inexorably special—a forever stitched together with the softest moments of now.

[fem-floral]

Masterlist

Hi friends! Long time no see, I have not written here in like two years! Definitely lost the motivation but I'm starting to find more ways (and hyperfixations) to write for and about.

I can also be found on Wattpad @ femfloral for more writing I will not be uploading here!

Here is where all my writing will live! I will keep updating as I write some more so stay tuned. Requests are always open <3

*Smut will ONLY be written about fictional characters. I do not feel comfortable doing that for content creaters/CC's.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Another Opening, Another Show

Frouse

Pezzy

Bed Chem

Shower Concerts

Grizzy

New Year, New Me

Masters at Love

Droid

Little Devil

Pet Name Antics

[kitybur]

જ⁀➴ RULES LIST.

— #WHAT / WHEN I WRITE:

• whenever i get the chance too, and when i feel motivated.

• i write for mcyt + content creators which include; Dream, Sapnap, Niki, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Larry Croft, Yumi, IsaacWhy, BigT, SoftWilly and ElasticDroid.

• based off videos or a stream from one of the creators. my brain is small and writing my own scenario without a visual to help me is harder then it should be. :|

— #RULES:

• she/her, they/them and sometimes he/him. i would normally write from a female prospective, but I’m more then happy to write for more.

• only write x reader imagines. u need some love, too <3

• people who are are uncomfortable with romantic things will be written platonically.

• any characters/creators that are part of LGBTQ+ will be written based off their sexuality.

• i write sfw, fluff, angst and maybe hinted nsfw, as i am not comfortable writing full smut.

— #REQUESTS:

• anything from my rules list, if you’re not sure on something ( because I didn’t have it listed), send the request anyway and I’ll try to get to it.

[chaos-chloe]

Imagine a sleepover stream with everyone and reader and they're doing karaoke and reader is like really good and nobody knew she was that good at singing so they're all flabbergasted but also a little turned on lmao and the whole stream is all of them flirting with reader

Now this is adorable! This idea has gave my brain a kick of something stronger than drugs! lmao i promise i don't do drugs, just caffeine. I hope you don't mind the song i picked! Much Love! <3

You Sound Too Sweet

Summary: The dare had turned into a full-blown admiration fest. You didn't back down from dares, and tonight, your vocal talent had definitely won you some serious points.

TW: Flirting, platonic!clooless. shyness

The dare hung in the air, a shimmering, ridiculous challenge. A Clueless Sleepover Stream with ElasticDroid, Grizzy, Pezzy, and BigPuffer Survival mode initiated. You never backed down from a dare. You grabbed a couple of bags filled with a carefully curated selection of snacks - the sugary kind to combat the inevitable boredom and some healthier options to appease your own conscience - along with an assortment of non-alcoholic drinks designed to keep everyone hydrated through the night.

As you walked into the living room of the Clooless house, you were immediately bombarded with a chorus of playful greetings. "Snacky mood engaged!" Grizzy declared, his eyes glued to the bags you were unloading onto the kitchen island. Pezzy feigned a dramatic swoon. "Is that... Diet Root Beer? My knight in shining armor!" BigPuffer just grinned, rubbing his hands together. "Finally, sustenance!"

It was a whirlwind of good-natured teasing. They were definitely hamming it up for the stream, but you weren't immune to the flirty undertones. You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Save the compliments for after I've actually fed you, you vultures."

After changing into your favorite fuzzy fleece pajamas - a comfy, albeit slightly embarrassing, penguin-themed set - you joined the guys in the living room. They were already sprawled across the floor, mid-discussion about the optimal strategy for some obscure video game.

"Okay, schedule time!" ElasticDroid announced, clapping his hands together. "We gotta keep the viewers entertained. Games, maybe some reaction videos... and karaoke, obviously."

The night flew by in a blur of pixelated violence, shared snacks, and increasingly ridiculous commentary. You held your own in the gaming sessions, even surprising them with your surprisingly cutthroat strategy in Mario Kart. The reaction videos were a shared cringe-fest. But then came the karaoke.

One by one, the guys butchered their way through pop songs, each performance more hilariously off-key than the last. The chat was loving it, spamming laughing emojis and encouraging them with ironic cheers. Finally, it was your turn.

"Okay, ____, whatcha got?" Pezzy asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You took a deep breath. You hadn’t planned on showcasing your voice, honestly. But the dare demanded commitment. "I'm gonna do... Too Sweet by Hozier."

A beat of silence. Hozier? Not exactly the typical karaoke fare. But hey, this was your moment.

As the intro music washed over the room, you closed your eyes for a second, finding your center. Then you opened your mouth and began to sing.

Your voice, clear and strong, filled the room. The notes flowed effortlessly, capturing the soulful longing of the song. You poured your emotions into every lyric, lost in the melody. You hadn't realized how much you missed singing.

When you finished, the silence was deafening. You opened your eyes, a little self-conscious under their stares. ElasticDroid’s jaw was practically on the floor. Grizzy looked genuinely stunned. Pezzy just whistled, a long, appreciative sound. And BigPuffer... Well, BigPuffer looked like he'd just witnessed a miracle.

Then the chat exploded.

Cloolessfan23:OMG, SHE CAN SING?!"

Cloolessfan1: VOICE OF AN ANGEL!

clfanooless1:POGCHAMP!

The guys were just as enthusiastic. "Holy cow, ____!" ElasticDroid exclaimed, shaking his head. "Where did that come from?"

"Seriously, I had no idea!" Grizzy added, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You were incredible."

The flirtation, which had been playful up until then, suddenly took on a new intensity. "You know, ____," Pezzy said, leaning closer with a smarmy grin, "I've always been a big fan of the Irish brogue. Maybe you could teach me a few phrases?"

BigPuffer chimed in, "I suddenly feel the need to commission a custom song from you for my stream. What are your rates?"

You laughed, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Guys, stop! You're embarrassing me."

But they weren’t stopping. The buttering-up was in full swing. They plied you with compliments, offered you the last of the good snacks, and even offered to carry your penguin pajamas home for you. It was ridiculous, over-the-top, and utterly entertaining.

The rest of the night was a chaotic dance of compliments, playful jabs, and whispered promises of future collaborations (mostly from BigPuffer, who seemed genuinely obsessed with the idea of a custom song). The chat was still buzzing about the karaoke performance, and your follower count had visibly jumped. You couldn't help but feel a sense of bewildered pride.

As the first rays of dawn peeked through the living room, windows, a collective exhaustion settled over the group. The sugar rush had worn off, leaving behind a slightly sticky, slightly delirious haze.

"Okay," ElasticDroid yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "I think we can officially declare this Clueless Sleepover Stream... survived."

Grizzy nodded weakly, pulling a blanket over himself like a shroud. "Survived, indeed. Barely."

Pezzy, ever the charmer, winked at you. "But worth it. Especially for that sweet, sweet serenade."

BigPuffer, surprisingly, was already pulling out his laptop. "Okay,___, let's talk rates. I'm thinking of something with a driving beat and maybe a little bit of goblincore aesthetic..."

You managed a tired laugh. "BigPuffer, it's six in the morning. Let's save the goblincore song commissions for another day."

The chat erupted again, this time with demands for a sneak peek, a single note, anything to tide them over until the promised custom song.

"Alright, alright," you conceded, grabbing a half-empty bottle of water. "Just a little something. Don't say I didn't warn you."

You hummed a few bars, improvising a silly melody about loot and dungeons and surprisingly friendly goblins. It was rough, unpolished, and utterly ridiculous. But the chat ate it up.

And as you watched their reactions, a thought occurred to you. You'd come here on a dare, expecting to endure a night of awkward gaming and forced camaraderie. What you hadn't expected was to rediscover a passion for singing, to connect with the stream in a way you hadn't before, and to maybe, just maybe, find a genuine connection with this undeniably quirky, slightly annoying, but ultimately endearing group of streamers.

"So," ElasticDroid said, breaking the spell. "Same time next week?"

You hesitated. The thought of another sleepover stream, especially after the rollercoaster of emotions from the night before, was a little daunting. But then you remembered the dare, the challenge, and the unexpected joy you'd found in it all.

A smile crept across your face. "Sure," you said. "But next time, we're doing a horror game marathon. And I'm picking the snacks."

The chat cheered, the guys groaned, and you knew, with a certainty that warmed you from the inside out, that the Clueless Sleepover Stream had not just survived, but embraced.

[chaos-chloe]

Couple's Fashion Expedition

Summary: Droid tries to spoil you in Japan...

TW: Established relationship, possibly incorrect info, fashion errors {?}

The neon glow of Shinjuku painted the sky in a dizzying kaleidoscope as I navigated the crowded sidewalks with Droid, aka, ElasticDroid, my boyfriend. Japan was even more mind-blowing than I'd imagined. The organized chaos, the delicious smells of street food, and most importantly, the fashion. It was a visual feast.

"Woah," Droid breathed, his eyes wide, practically vibrating with excitement. "Look at that guy with the platform boots and the Harajuku girl in the pastel rainbow explosion! This is insane!"

He pulled out his phone, snapping a quick picture of a group of cosplayers heading towards a convention. "The clothes here are insane! Imma spend a big band on clothes for me and ____" he captioned the story, the flashing lights reflecting in his eyes. I bumped his shoulder playfully. He was already planning his shopping spree.

Later that day, my arms were aching, but I was grinning from ear to ear. We'd hit Shibuya 109, Harajuku's Takeshita Street, and even ventured into some of the more niche vintage shops in Shimokitazawa. The bags I carried were a testament to our shared passion – and independent spending habits.

I arranged them neatly on the floor of our hotel room and took a picture for my own story. "Man tried to spoil me, but he knows I got my own my money," I captioned it, adding a cheeky winking emoji. Sure, Droid had insisted on buying me a few cute accessories, but I was more than capable of financing my own fashion adventures.

The real fun started in the hotel room. It was time for a fashion show.

First up, a matching moment. I slipped into a pleated, dark green skirt and a cropped, oversized bomber jacket. Droid emerged from the bathroom in a very similar outfit. His skirt was slightly longer, and his jacket was a darker shade of green, but the vibe was undeniably coordinated.

"Twinsies!" I laughed, striking a pose in front of the mirror. Droid mirrored my pose, flexing his non-existent biceps. We took a quick picture, giggling like teenagers.

Next, I tried on a layered, asymmetrical dress in shades of black and grey, complete with chunky platform boots that added a good three inches to my already decent height. Droid, on the other hand, was rocking a bright yellow, oversized sweater with ripped jeans and neon green sneakers. We looked like we belonged in completely different dimensions.

"Okay, this is hilariously mismatched," I declared, twirling in the dress.

"But you look amazing!" Droid protested, pulling me closer for a hug. "And the boots… those are fire!"

I laughed. "You're just saying that because you secretly want a pair."

He shrugged, a sly grin on his face. "Maybe I do. We could be the ultimate mismatched, yet somehow perfectly synchronized, couple."

We continued playing dress-up well into the night. I modeled a vintage kimono with embroidered cranes, while Droid experimented with a pair of wide-legged hakama pants. We mixed, we matched, we laughed, and we discovered a new appreciation for each other's individual styles.

The next few days were a blur of ramen, temples, and even more shopping. We donned our new outfits with confidence, turning heads and drawing smiles wherever we went. Whether we were channeling matching anime characters or sporting completely contrasting aesthetics, we were a walking, talking testament to the vibrant and eclectic fashion scene of Japan. And most importantly, we were having the time of our lives, expressing ourselves, and strengthening our bond through the universal language of clothes. After all, what's a trip to Japan without a little fashion-fueled fun?

[chaos-chloe]

From Mustache to Munch

Summary: A clip inspired story

Clip: https://www.twitch.tv/elasticdroid/clip/CarefulTubularCobraOSsloth-8vh-4J0wBOsUyVrb

TW: Established relationship, kisses, flirting, cursing,

The hum of the stream filled Droid's apartment. He ran a hand over his freshly shaven upper lip, the skin tingling from the razor. "I feel like the stash," he announced, his voice echoing slightly in the mic, "makes me like – I always preached that if you have a stash, you're a fucking munch; you're an ass eater, bruh. I feel like I should rep it."

Grizzy's voice boomed through the headset. "Aye, go for it, but aye." Droid felt a surge of confidence. Grizzy, the king of chaotic encouragement.

Puffer, as usual, was the voice of reason, or at least, attempted reason. He started to speak, but Grizzy cut him off. "Sorry, Puffer, but I feel like you're giving fatherly energy right now. Imagine all the girls with daddy issues."

A beat of silence. Then, Pezzy, irrepressible as ever, popped the question: "Are you calling him, Daddy?"

Droid's hand flew to his hair, nervously smoothing it back. He slammed his right hand on the desk, the thud echoing loud in the stream.

"Damn, I think you might have," Puffer chuckled.

"No, fatherly vibes," Grizzy insisted.

"Deadass, I think you did," Puffer countered, the argument escalating into playful banter.

"I'll be that kid's father!" Droid screamed, punctuating his statement with another desk slam.

"Aye, think about all the daddy issues. You just went up a notch," Grizzy said, the mischievous glint practically audible in his voice.

Then Puffer, always the strategist, shifted gears. "Wait, what does __ think about the stash? I know she helped you shave a bit earlier."

"Oooo! Let's see! Lemme call her in here real quick!" Droid ripped off his headphones and placed them on his desk. He swiveled in his chair, facing the doorway. "BABE, BABY! C'mere!" he yelled, his voice reverberating through the house..

A moment later, you appeared in the doorway, clad in comfy lounge clothes, a playful frown etched on your face. "What is it?" you asked, feigning annoyance. "You know I hate it when you interrupt my reading…"

"The stream wants to know what you think of the stash," Droid said, grinning mischievously. "And they wanna know...am I a munch?"

Your eyes widened, and you feigned a dramatic gasp. "Oh, the beard is gone! Tragic! My poor, rugged mountain-man prince has been reduced to… a baby-faced boy!" You walked over, playfully swatting him on the arm. "I'm devastated! I’ll never recover!"

Droid caught your hand and tugged you closer, pulling you into his lap. The camera caught a glimpse of your face, a flush creeping up your neck as you realized you were on camera.

"But," you continued, a playful glint in your eyes, "the mustache...it's...intriguing. It adds a certain...je ne sais quoi. A certain… 'I know what I'm doing, and you're gonna like it' kind of vibe.”

Droid laughed, a low, rumbling sound. "So, you approve?"

You leaned in close, whispering in his ear, just loud enough for the stream to pick up. "Let's just say, I'm willing to explore the possibilities." You punctuated the statement with a playful nip on his earlobe.

The chat exploded. Emoticons flooded the screen, along with a deluge of thirsty comments. Grizzy was cackling. Puffer was shaking his head, a smile playing on his lips. Pezzy was making kissing noises into his mic.

You pulled back, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Okay, okay, you've had your fun," you said, pushing yourself off his lap. "I'm going back to my book. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." You winked, then turned and sauntered out of the room, leaving Droid grinning like a fool and the stream in a state of utter chaos.

Droid turned back to the camera, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, there you have it, folks. The verdict is in. Apparently, I'm a certified munch. At least, according to her." He chuckled, running a hand over his newly mustachioed upper lip.

"So, I guess I gotta live up to the hype now, huh?" He winked at the camera. "Alright, let's get back to gaming. But be warned… I might just be a little… distracted.”

He put his headphones back on, the sounds of Grizzy, Puffer, and Pezzy's ribbing washing over him. But underneath the playful banter, he could still hear the echo of your words, the promise of exploration, the playful invitation to live up to the hype. He grinned. He had a feeling things were about to get very interesting.

[chaos-chloe]

Study Buddy - Droid x Reader

TW: Reader is studying and Droid comes to the resuce

TW: Established relationship

in a cozy little town, a brilliant and hardworking student named ____ was preparing for her final exam in a particularly daunting subject: quantum physics. It was the kind of subject that left students tangled in theories and equations, like a ball of yarn that had somehow escaped the confines of a basket. The night before the exam loomed large, and ____ felt the weight of it pressing down on her heart.

Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone. Her boyfriend, ElasticDroid, was a charismatic and resourceful fellow who was no ordinary human; he was a blend of technology and heart, embodying an uncanny ability to adapt to every situation—much like his name suggested. Knowing the pressure ____ felt, he set out on a mission to make her study session feel less like a burden and more like an adventure.

As the clock ticked deeper into the night, ElasticDroid appeared at ____’s door, arms laden with goodies. “I’ve got your favorite drinks and a treasure trove of snacks!” he declared, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Let’s turn this study session into a feast!”

____’s heart swelled with gratitude. They settled at her desk, surrounded by colorful bags of popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and soda cans fizzing with promise. ElasticDroid expertly rearranged the snacks, creating an array of delightful mini platters while ____ set up her notes, her textbooks, and a glowing laptop.

“Ready to tackle the mysteries of the universe?” he asked playfully, a glint of mischief in his eyes. ____ couldn’t help but chuckle. “Only if you promise not to turn into a physics stand-up comedian halfway through.”

As they began to review the material, ElasticDroid’s adaptive nature came into play. He illustrated complex theories with quirky analogies. “Imagine electrons as tiny, hyperactive toddlers. They don’t like to stay still, and they’re always bumping into each other!” ____ laughed, her tension easing as she enriched her understanding of the uncertainties of quantum mechanics.

Hours slipped by like the swift passage of time in a dream. With each shared snack and soft chuckle, ElasticDroid infused each section of study with fun; he even created mnemonic devices that made the concepts easier to remember. “Remember: The wave-particle duality is like wearing two hats—it depends on whether you’re going to the beach or the party!”

As the night wore on, ____’s eyes grew heavy, but ElasticDroid was always there to gently nudge her awake, offering her another sip of her favorite energy drink and a chocolate-covered almond. “One more chapter and then a break!” he encouraged.

But it wasn’t just the snacks that kept them going. It was the support, the laughter, the camaraderie that wove their late-night study session into a tapestry of unforgettable memories. ____ found herself feeling not just ready but excited about the exam, armed with a sense of reassurance and companionship that made her feel invincible.

Finally, as dawn began to peek through the curtains, revealing a soft golden light, ____ closed her book, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “I think I’m ready,” she said, her voice brimming with confidence.

ElasticDroid smiled back, pride lighting up his features. “You crushed it! But first, how about a victory breakfast?”

With that, they prepared to face the day ahead, filled with promise and adventure. ____ learned not just about quantum physics that night but also about the unbreakable bond she shared with Elastic Droid—a story of love, laughter, and support that would last well beyond the exam itself. And in that small little town, under the blush of the morning sun, the two embarked on a new adventure together, ready for whatever life had in store.