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Coast

Summary: On a sun-drenched Sunday morning, I took to the open road, reveling in the freedom that only a motorcycle can bring. The air was warm, and a gentle breeze brushed against my skin as I maneuvered along the winding pathways that hugged the shores of Lake LBJ, a jewel in the heart of the Texas Hill Country. It was one of those days when life felt electric, the kind of day that beckoned adventure.

TW:

Inspired: Hailee Steinfeld - Coast ft. Anderson .Paak

As I rounded a corner, I spotted him—a lone rider, his bike gleaming in the sun like a polished gem. There was an effortless coolness about him, leather jacket hugging his form snugly, and a helmet perched atop his head. We locked eyes, and in that instant, something clicked. I waved, and to my surprise, he waved back, shifting his machine into gear and following me as we jetted off together.

We rode in tandem, the distant sounds of the world fading beneath the roar of our engines, a symphony of freedom that felt like poetry in motion. I stole glances at him; he wore a grin that matched the sunlight, eyes sparkling with the thrill of the road. We didn’t need words, though they came softly and naturally when we finally pulled off into a gas station—an oasis in our day’s journey.

“Hey, I’m Droid,” he said as we dismounted, the warmth of his voice blending seamlessly with the warmth of the day.

“I’m ___,” I replied, a smile stretching across my face. Something about that name, Droid, felt adventurous in itself.

We filled our tanks, the scent of gasoline mingling with the fragrant breeze, and as we stood there side by side, it felt as though we had known each other for years. Droid pulled out his phone, and after a brief exchange of social media accounts, we were suddenly connected in a way that suggested our paths would cross again. 

Next, we decided to share music. I pulled out my earbuds, and we linked them together—two souls, one rhythm. We started sharing our favorite tracks, laughter spilling into the air as we found common ground in our tastes. That moment felt electric, the sun shining down on our newfound friendship, igniting something deeper, an undeniable spark. 

As the sun slowly dipped down, casting golden hues over the lake, Droid and I made plans to meet again. “How about next weekend?” he suggested, a hint of excitement in his voice. I eagerly agreed, already looking forward to another ride, another adventure. 

Little did we know, our one-time Sunday drive morphed into a tradition. I found myself making the 1.5-hour journey to see him often, each trip bringing a sense of anticipation that coursed through me like wind through hair. Each ride was a new adventure, and with every mile that stretched between us, I felt our bond grow stronger. Conversations flowed under vivid Texas skies, punctuated by laughter and shared dreams. I learned about him—his passions, his past, his love for the open road.

Before long, visits turned into something more. Our initial adventure blossomed into memories—a road trip down winding highways, starlit campfire nights, and quiet moments by the lake where we could simply be ourselves. Droid became my confidant, my partner, my companion in this journey through life.

Girlfriend Moment - ElasticDroid x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boyfriend moment - Twitch

Edits? - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Reader and Pezzy are yapping with chat

TW: Established Relationship, kissing,

“Chat today we are going to play a game with Grizzy, but we have about an hour and half to yap, and who else are we gonna yap with?” Pezzy said to his stream “My girlfriend, ___, hint the extra chair, that she probably won’t even sit in. She will be joining us soon. She is getting “dressed” aka she didn't want to be in her pjs on stream so she's getting into lounge wear.”

I heard him inform them of my antics, as I was walking to his office, which was comfortably cluttered, with bright LED lights casting playful shadows on the walls. Figurines of video games and animated characters adorned the space, while the faint glow of computer screens illuminated his excited face. The chat exploded with emojis and messages as soon as I entered. I knocked on the door to his office and walked in. “Hey babe.” I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips, he spun around in his chair to admire me. 

“Hey there, everyone! This is my girlfriend, ___, if you guys haven’t met her!” Pezzy beamed, gesturing dramatically with his hands as he introduced me. “Look at her! Isn’t she the best?” The chat buzzed with a chorus of praises and Q&A prompts. I could feel my smile grow with a mixture of excitement and the thrill of being in front of an online audience.

“Sorry for the delay,” I said with a grin as I took the seat beside him, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “I didn’t want to give you a fashion show in those cozy pajamas.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to distract the viewers with your effortless cuteness!” Pezzy teased, his eyes sparkling as he launched into an easy banter with the chat. I settled into my seat and watched the stream chat unfold, amused by the interactions.

“Ooo I like that question, have you seen Pezzy tiktok yet?” I read out loud, with my eyes cutting to Pezzy, as his smile grew and he raised his hand to cover his face. 

“Oh no, not that one!” Pezzy groaned, his face turning a shade darker as he turned back to the camera, an expression of mock horror etched on his features. The chat exploded with laughter and a flurry of comments about the infamous TikTok. I could practically hear their eagerness to expose Pezzy’s secret past.

“What did you do?” I teased, leaning forward with a playful glint in my eye. “You didn’t take a dive off a coffee table again, did you?”

Pezzy immediately waved his hands in frantic denial, but the smile couldn't escape his lips. “Okay, okay, maybe I encouraged them, chat, to make edits of the podcast, but it turned into “lEt’S mAkE eDiTs Of PeZzY.” sadly.” he confessed. "But in my defense, I was inspired, and the editing was top-notch!” 

“Oh baby, I have seen them all.” I respond with a devious smirk growing on my face. “Chat, do you think I have only one account?” I stare down into the camera, then switch to the monitor to watch the editors panic and throw a tizzy, revealing new information.

“Trust me, chat, when I say this: I see and have seen all the edits of my boyfriend, and LIKED THEM ALL. There's one that's my favorite and I have set it as my background on one of my settings- Well I take that back, there's two that are my favorite but only one of them made it to my background.” I said to chat as I was pulling out my phone. “The one that didn't make it as my background was Pezzy and I with Sugar by Flo Rida ft Wynter Gordon behind it, I LOVE that one so much! So if you did do that one, I would kiss ya on the cheek.” Pezzy looked over at me with a puzzled look but shrugged after it clicked in his head.

“NOWWW, for the one that made it to my background, is one where it started off with him talking about me accidentally hitting the horn on his car, and I blamed him, which had Candy by Doja Cat.” I started laughing as I pulled up the home screen, on my phone, with my finger holding it so the live picture would play. 

The moment my phone lit up, the vibrant colors of the live wallpaper came alive, showcasing Pezzy’s familiar smile. The clip started rolling, and instantly the room was filled with the infectious rhythm of “Candy” by Doja Cat, perfectly syncing with the humorous chaos that was about to unfold on my screen.

In the video, Pezzy animatedly recounted the day I’d accidentally laid into the car horn, caught in the exhilarating mix of surprise and irritation. “I mean, I’m just trying to park, and suddenly—BEEP BEEP—my car is announcing our arrival like a marching band!” His exaggerated expressions were priceless, his eyes wide and hands flying as he humorously detailed the encounter.

As the video played, the chat erupted with comments laughing at his antics. “Classic Pezzy!” floated by, alongside “Why didn’t I get to see that live?” The viewers were fully engaged, leaning into the hilarity unfolding in the clip.

I couldn’t help but laugh along, reliving the chaos of that day. “In my defense, I thought I was just changing the radio station!” I announced, punctuating my remark with a dramatic hand gesture. The laughter from the chat grew louder, and I felt warmth wash over me, knowing that the audience was with us in every moment of joy.

“Let’s not forget your very convincing argument that it was totally my fault!” Pezzy added, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I swear you could’ve sold it to a jury!”

“Oh please, I was merely pointing out that cars should come with an ‘I’m not ready’ warning! Cars and I are not friends,” I replied, visibly amused. A flurry of comments filled the chat—“She’s got a point!” and “Cars need to be more understanding!”

The video played on, and as Pezzy’s narration continued, he showcased each detail dramatically, especially when he got to the part where I burst out laughing, completely caught off guard by the horn honking. The clip concluded with a perfect freeze-frame of us laughing together, which elegantly transitioned into the beautiful background of my phone.

“See? Look how cute we are!” I declared, beaming as I turned my phone to show not just Pezzy’s expression but the candid moment we had shared. The chat exploded again, chaos and adoration entwined; it was a magical moment of connection, reminding everyone why they loved tuning in.

“I bet I’m not the only one who wished they could be an extra in our wild little life!” Pezzy winked at the camera, running a hand through his hair like the charming host he is.

Someone in the chat suggested a collaboration for “car confessions,” and that sent us both into essentially another round of fits of laughter. “Oh my gosh, what a disaster that would be! I’d probably just end up honking all the way to the grocery store!” I chuckled.  

“I can see it now—‘Welcome back to Pezzy and ___’s car confessions, where the only thing we hit is the horn!’” he joked, throwing his head back theatrically as if conducting a game show, and I totally played along, dramatically feigning surprise with a hand to my forehead.

The conversation flowed seamlessly as the viewers continued to drop in their car-related stories, sharing similar confessions of clumsiness behind the wheel. We knew we had tapped into something universally relatable, and it felt exhilarating to ride the wave of shared laughter.

As the stream continued, the laughter morphed into goofy ideas for challenges: “Pezzy’s Parking Challenge,” or “Confession Corner,” where viewers could send in stories while Pezzy and I laughed our way through them.

In that moment, I realized our connection with the audience had blossomed into something wonderfully organic, uniting us through shared experiences and laughter. You see, it wasn’t just about the giggles or the memes; it was about creating a space where everyone felt at home, welcoming the delightful chaos that life brings, and celebrating it together—with all our quirks. 

And as we leaned back in our chairs, recording our joyful banter, I felt grateful to share not just a stream, but a genuine piece of us with the world—a reminder that laughter really can be the sweetest candy of all.

“Chat, good luck on finding my secret account, not even Pezzy knows my secret accounts’ name.” I say with a small challenge

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

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

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

-❤️

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

Juno

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm, ah-ah, mm

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

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

“And oh, yeah, you just get it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I showed my friends, then we high-fived

Sorry if you feel objectified

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna try out some freaky positions?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mark your territory

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, we kissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deep in Your- Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Out of context clip from chat- Link at the bottom of the short story

TW: female pronouns, established relationship, cursing, use of "orgasm" word, use of "Fat girl moments" if i missed anything lmk <3

“Guys, if you didn't know already my girlfriend is a big back.” Pezzy commented

“HEY! Now, there is nothing wrong with eating good food. I work it off in the gym with Grizzy and my job has a lot of stairs I gotta climb.” I snapped back at him with my arms crossed with a pouty lip as he laughed at me being slightly offended

“Baby, I know, I know.” Pezzy tried to console me as I was pouting beside him.

“Mhm sure anyway chat, the people in texas, have y’all tried the new- um, oh god what was it called? The new dish at Potente, anyway I don't remember what it was called.” I stumbled through my memory of the name.

“It was a big ass bowl of pasta. Hold up, let me look at the picture, yes chat, I took a picture of their menu.” I said while giving the camera a side eye, answering a question that was probably gonna get asked. 

“See guys, this is what I mean!” Pezzy pointed out

I held up my left pointer finger to his lips to shush him, calling me out for doing fat girl moments, like Grizzy fat moments. I kept scrolling while Pezzy kept talking to chat, until I found my picture of the menu. 

“OH, I found it! The dish is called AGNOLOTTI. It is made with jumbo lump blue crab, fire roasted artichoke, fennel bulb and vermentino bianco.” I exclaimed happily to Pezzy and chat.

“Peeps, when I tell you this dish was so good that I ordered two, I’m not fucking joking. It was like an orgasm in my mouth and deep in my stomach.” I explained to chat since Pezzy knew I brought leftovers home when I got back.

“Guys do you like it deep up in your stomach?” Pezzy blurted out his questions without hesitation. Once he realized what he said out loud, his smile started growing like the Grinch's heart. He started laughing and leaning to the right laying his head on his desk while I looked at him as if he was crazy. I chuckled, shaking my head, with him but kept looking at the menu picture wanting to go back. 

I manhandled the mic over to my side of the desk and looked directly into the camera, as Pezzy was still laughing his head off.

“Yes, baby I love it deep in my stomach.” I answered his question. I changed my gaze towards Pezzy and he was slightly shocked. When his brain clicked, I took the mic, he snatched it back. After he got his microphone situated, he looked at me as if I had two heads with what I said. I shrugged my shoulders wearing an innocent look on my face.

“Babe, you didn't have to announce that in front of- wait how many people do i have in this stream?” Pezzy questioned, scrambling to see how many viewers he has.

“BABE! There’s over three thousand people here!” he yelled at me but in shock

“No one needs to know our sex life.” He commented to me

“Who said anything about our sex life?” I questioned innocently

“I was talking about the food from the restaurant being all in my guts.” I said in a funny voice, wiggling my eyebrows. 

“Oh my god, you're unbelievable.” he shook his head.

“I love you babe.” I leaned over to his right ear and kissed his cheek.

you dont get context for this now get cucked - Twitch

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Oblivious Friends - Grizzy X Reader/ Clooless Pod X Reader

Summary: Unknown relationships can happen right underneather your nose, but are you really that sneaky?

TW: Cursing, podcasting, established relationship, online persona known as raye. if i missed anything lmk

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*Hey, anyway that you're free for like 3 hours, in like 30 or less minutes sweetheart? *

*I think it’s your lucky day cuz I just need to put up my groceries*

*Why what’s up, love? *

*Our special guest backed out due to some travel complications, and we said to our audience that it’s someone “famous” ….*

*HAhaha, ofc let me put if my cold items and I’ll be over*

*wait, to puff's house, right? *

*Yes honey, do I need to resend his address?*

*nope! I got it in our previous messages!*

*i'll see you in 30ish minutes love*

I finished organizing my fridge and freezer groceries, grabbed one of my bottles of gamer supps that I stole from the Grizzly bear. Slipped on my white off brand converse with my keys in hand, off to my new adventures for guys.

After zooming in and around traffic for 15 minutes I arrived at BigPuffers house. I texted my lover that I am here and not wanting to cause a big scene. 

*Hey babes, I’m here. Just wanted to let you know it me at the door so tell Puffer not to pull a gun on me again please LMAO*

I got out of my car, door shut and locked it so no one would steal it. I was fixing my outfit as I was walking towards the front door. I did a mentally checked that I had everything I needed, keys, purse, drink, phone and gum. I knocked on the door, patiently waiting for someone to answer. I heard the top lock unlock, when the door opened it was my lover. When he invited me into BigPuffers house, I put my purse on the entry side table by the door. I turned around and reached my arms up so he would give me a hug. He responded with a small chuckle and wrapped his muscle arms around my waist.

“Don't you look gorgeous as always babe.” he whispered into my ear with a small peck on the side of my head, as he was pulling away from me

“Trust me babe, the laid-back look is for you.” I whispered back while biting my lip and wink from my left eye. He shook his head like it was unbelievable. 

“Come on, let's get you to the podcast room.” Grizzy said taking my elbow since my hands were full of my stuff.

“Hi Megan, I know you're somewhere in the house, gorgeous!” I shouted into the house not seeing her anywhere.

“Hi ___! Good Luck on the podcast with those fools!” I heard Megan respond back to me. I laughed at her. 

We were walking back to the “spare” room, which was turned into the Clooless podcast room. Grizzy's hand was slipping from my elbow to my back, down to my butt and he got himself a handful before we were in front of the guys. I shook my head that he was so confident in private just not in front of the guys. Grizzy entered the room before me due to him taking the lead to open the door for me.

“Guess who I convinced to join us at the last minute?” Grizzy asked the boys. 

“Uhh-erm-I don't know.” I heard from Pezzy, Droid, and Puffer.

I jumped into the room with my arms out like a kid surprising his best friend after not seeing them forever.

“Raye!”“___!”“___!” The boys all hopped up to greet me or give me a hug. 

After giving hugs out and briefly catching up on life after it being a couple of months of seeing them. The last time I saw them was the day after Puffer moved into his new house. I was helping Megan unpack and sort everything out so we could have a girl talk but still getting her stuff put up. They all sat down in the respected spot, camera already rolling, I was looking at them waiting for them to tell me where I was going to sit.

“Here ___, take this pillow so you can either sit on the floor comfortably or sit in between Pezzy and Droid.” Puffer said while handing me a fluffy black pillow.

“Alrighty, I'll probably switch in between the couch and the floor.” I informed the boys on the couch giving them a heads up. 

I sat my cup on the table in front of Pezzy, putting the pillow on the floor but sat on the couch so I can start the podcast off comfy. 

“Dude that cup goes; wait that cup goes hard.” Grizzy exclaimed

“What? Wait, that one?” Pezzy pointed at my cup.

“The manga panels?” Droid questioned while looking at it.

“Yeah we talked about that one.” Pezzy said stating the obvious

“Yeah that one makes me hard.” Droid jokes

Grizzy stares down at Pezzy, while his right hand is doing the “gimme gimme” motion, till Pezzy hands him my Gamer Supps black and white cup.

“Alright, okay there you go man.” Pezzy carefully handed him the cup. Everyone laughs with each other with how Grizzy is acting.

“Be careful with my cup now, I didn't bring extra flavors with me.” I stated to Grizzy

“He’s like a little kid, ‘let me see it’.” Pezzy mocks Grizzy

“I don't know how to react to that.” Puffer states, as Pezzy and Droid laughs

“Grizzy, you know that I stole that cup from you, right?” I asked 

“Wait how’d you steal it?” Puffer asked, I responded with a smile and wink. Grizzy didn't see that due to him twirling the cup around to see all the panels.

“WHAT? Why didn't I know this was missing?!” Grizzy questioned like I just took away his favorite toy as he is still examining the cup. I shrug my shoulders while taking my cup back so I can get a drink. I sat down on the pillow due to me being a bit squashed between the guys. 

“Bruh, that is hard.” Grizzy says while mesmerized by the cup, mostly the booba’s that are on it.

“Nothing, it's just a very cool cup.” Droid comments

“Yeah, why do you think I stole it?” I questioned the group with a smile on my face, flipping the cap close while looking at Grizzy with a slight mischievous look. 

“That's the, uh, the collection of the, like their whole waifu drop or whatever.” Puffer educates us on Gamer Supp.

“Yeah, that was like their season seven and they like put it all one” Pezzy says looking a me on the floor

“Every content creator or is it just random?” Droid asked wanting to learn more

“Huh, didn’t think of that.” I said while handing it back to Grizzy cause he wanted to look at the cup again.

“No, their own waifu.” Pezzy answered looking back at me but i was looking at Droid

“Oh, so people should use code Cloo at checkout,” Grizzy plugged as I made finger guns towards the camera

“Code Cloo or link in the description.” Droid echoed 

“I like that, I like that, no gonna lie to you man.” Grizzy agreed with Droid

“Oh my god, we can NOT start the episodes like this.” Puffer moaned

“We can't just start plugging.” Pezzy nonchalantly, I mouthed to the camera to use code Cloo or Griz at checkout with a wink. I started laughing to myself

“Yeah, we can. Take your own Cloo.” Grizzy and Droid said as Pezzy laughed and puffer shaking his head.

“Ayo we just bought a house, Code Cloo.’ Droid informed the camera pointing to himself and Grizzy.

“Now can I please have my cup back?” I groaned

“Help, help.” Grizzy mocked droid begging for money

“Was that a good intro?” Droid questioned Puffer

“It was a good intro but guys, a special guest is here!” Puffer exclaimed

“Yeah, guys I'm here!” i sang while putting my hands on my chin smiling big

“This isn't totally last minutes at all,” Droid sang back while i turned my head to face him with a frown

“Come on Droid I know you're happy to see me.” I sarcastically said while throwing my arms around him giving him a second hug.

Droid starts full body laughing with me basically in his lap, as he wrapped his arms around me to return the hug. Once I got situated back to my spot in between the boys, I looked over at Grizzy who was tight lipped smiling. I knew he was mad or jealous, but it was his idea that we had to hide our relationship from the guys and fans. I gave him a quick questionary look, as he looked at his wrist to signal that we will talk about it later, hopefully after the podcast. 

“Alright alright hands off me woman.” Droid jesters with me for the camera

“Yo, what's up? Welcome back to the Clooless podcast, Episode 6. We are on 6 right? Anyway, we are here with, of course, our special guest, Raye.” Droid finally does the intro

“Yeah, yes I couldn't remember how to count in Spanish.” Grizzly struggled to figure out as Pezzy was counting to six in Spanish on his fingers.

“See he is bilingual; he is my dawg.” Droid said to Puffer

“I am disappointed.” Puffer commented

“Count to 10 in Spanish” Pezzy demanded of Puffer

“How do you say 11 in Spanish? Grizzy

“Uhhh- that's a good question.” Droid responded sounding lost, Pezzy threw his head back laughing and Grizzy started to wheeze.

“Once,” I answered, since Droid didn't know. (eleven)

“I could kiss you, right now. Don't play with me Raye. You know Spanish?” Droid played flirted with me

“Sí, sé hablar español. Aprendí el idioma desde que era un bebé.” I replied to Droid in Spanish. (Yes, I know how to speak Spanish. I learned the language since I was a baby)

“WHAaatt?!” All the guys seemed to gaspingly yell in unison. 

“What? I know English, French and Spanish.” I informed the guys, I was slightly shocked and hurt that Grizzy didn't remember that. 

“See now rewind back, I cannot count 11 - 19 in Spanish, but 20s and up, I can” Droid tried to defend himself. Seems like he caught on to my disappointed reaction and was trying to take the heat off of me. 

“You add an extra at the end of it, right?” Puffer asked

“Exactly its veintiuno, veintidos. Thats 20s, now 11-19 fuck all.” Droid counted (21.22)

“I don't remember at all.” Grizzy said while shaking his head

“Droid you better stop now, you got that Spanish rizz going for ya. You're making Grizzy fluster.” I joked around with Droid, while leaning on Pezzy a bit. 

As I was finally a little comfortable, I looked at Puffer and winked, he started laughing and shaking his head. I heard a weird noise, so I flicked my head around to look at Grizzy and I could see him clenching his pants in his fist. Since Pezzy let me lean on him for a while as he was trying to figure out how to count 11 - 19 in Spanish;  he thought he figured it out he sat straight up and asked Droid. Which led to me sliding off the couch to sit back down on the floor, where my butt pillow sat for my “assigned” spot. I looked at Grizzy when I was sitting, and he had an apprehensive look on his face to see I was finally away from the guys. 

Later on down the night, we wrap up the podcast with one last thought or topic on Puffer's brain.

“Wait, Raye, how do you know Grizzy?” Puffer asked

“Grizzy and I met through our connection of music. As some people know me from singing, Grizzy actually made one of the beats to one of my top 10 songs.” I explained while smiling and looking at him.

“Also, it has turned out to be one of my personal favorite songs too!” i exclaimed with giddiness 

“Yeah, we met through one of her producers that I knew and bam we met irl, and we clicked from then on and kept in contact.” Grizzy added onto the story while looking around in the room but ended up staring back at me.

“To add on to our story, we have actually been dating for a couple months now too.” Grizzy revealed.

“I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING ON!” Puffer yelled while getting up like if the Dallas Cowboys scored a touchdown. I was full of shock that Grizzy decided to go public and started belly laughing at puffer's reaction. I was happy the cat was finally out of the bag, no more hiding.

I got out of my criss-cross applesauce position on the floor and walked over and sat on Grizzy’s lap, like I was claiming my area if I were an animal. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and snuggled into his side

“Alright let's wrap it up now!” Puffer says walking back into the camera frame

“We wanna say Q&A?” Puffer ask Droid and Pezzy

“Sure” “Oh yeah” Droid and Pezzy acknowledged

“So next episode we want to do a Q&A, leave a comment below of a question you might have, that you want to ask us. Could be something that you're curious about that you heard on the podcast, and you're like can you explain this more? Tell us more about it? UH just leave it below in the YouTube comments or Spotify comments, um, Apple comments." Puffer explained to the camera for the audience/fans.

“All of the above.” Droid expanded on Puffer explanation

“While you are there, rate the podcast 5 stars!” I yelled and pointed my finger at the camera

“Also, I better not see or hear any questions about our super personal life.” i said threatening the fans

“Yes, baby we know. I won't answer anything ridiculous, you know this.” Grizzy said to calm me down as his arms squeezed around my hips, possessively.

“Alright guys, use Code Cloo.”” Stay Clooless” “Save money” “10% OFF AT CHECKOUT”

Back Seating in Action-Pezzy

Summary: Chat back seating on a game, inspo from his clip. There will be a link at the bottom of the post. {2nd POV or if you were watching the stream...}

TW: Screaming, cursing, established relationship and a mention of a gun {an emote from Twitch} lmk if I missed anything :)

“Guys let me show y’all what I see in chat, with back seating.” Pezzy takes off his headset while getting up from his “gamer” chair.

“You’re sitting at your computer having a good time, right?” Pezzy sassily fixes his clothes as he leaves the room while leaving his door cracked slightly for a hot minute.

Then, his girlfriend, ____ slams the door open, while wearing her signature red and plaid, fluffy pjs pants and a muscle tank top, and her hair up in a messy bun, stomping her way to the computer. She slightly trips on his shoes in the walkway and laughs it off, Pezzy walks in behind her watching in suspense to see what she will do. She grabs the mic and starts ranting and screaming into the mic.

“HEY, this is how you do everything! You do this part, you put that pipe here, and the other part there. You need this code, here’s the code by the way. 45826 and then it's these colors {Pink, Purple and Gray}, and this what; and this is what happens at the end of the game ... .That's what happens by the way, but enjoy your game.” _____ cried in pain at the stupidity of chat,  she then moves away from the camera to sit on the edge of Pezzy’s bed. Then Pezzy walks into the middle of the camera frame. He lifts his arm up to his side in an angry questioning state.

“LIKE WHAAAT?!?!” Pezzy screeches as his voice cracks from the stress on his vocal cords.

“Babe, you have really stupid and young people in your chat if this is every stream occurrence.” ____ comments as she shakes her head, laughing in disbelief.

“Oh, trust me baby, I know.” Pezzy snarkily agrees, walking back to his chair putting his headphones back on. 

“Welp, Imma head back to the couch make me a mod for this stream, so i can ban those spoiling fuckers. Just ask for me to help and if anyone else tries or does help I will time them out for 3 minutes or so.” ____ suggested walking away.

“I got you and thank you babes.” Pezzy throws his answer over his shoulder to make sure she heard him clearer. 

“SEE chat, y’all better be careful. She's ruthless and hot, no wonder she's my girlfriend. Unlike y’all fuckers, can’t even get a girlfriend” Pezzy teases his chat while laughing. 

“Be Careful chat, I'm here and lurking. I don't miss my shots, Chat PepegaGun” 

“Now you, assholes are gonna Pet the mods, huh?” Pezzy questioned the chat. 

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