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MakeUp Disaster?

Summary: You finally got Pezzy to agree to do his makeup, after you di his nail. This is how it went...

Tw: Established relationship, funny moment

As I squeezed the last bit of black eyeliner through the felt tip, I glanced over at Pezzy, trying to get his attention. But he was too busy squirming in his chair, his eyebrows furrowing as I attempted to draw on the bad-boy biker look we’d both envisioned. “Just stay still, will you?” I chuckled, but he shot me a guilty smile, clearly nervous about the transformation.

“I can’t help it! It tickles!” he protested, leaning back instinctively as I drew closer to his eye. I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing he was mostly teasing, but there was a glimmer of genuine apprehension behind his bravado. There was something undeniably charming about watching him flinch away from the brush, particularly when he was trying so hard to embrace the tough exterior he thought the internet wanted to see.

“Pezzy, everything would be a lot easier if you fucking sat still,” I said, half-serious, half-joking. I knew it was a bit harsh, but I had to make my point, and we were on a bit of a time crunch before his stream started. 

He chuckled, an easy smile breaking through his feigned annoyance. “Okay, okay, I’ll try.” But I could see it was going to be an uphill battle. Each time I approached with the eyeliner, he’d flinch like a cat unsure of a bathtub.

“Look,” I said, holding up the other items I had meticulously prepared. “If you can sit still, I promise we’ll finish this badass look up with a fake scar—like you just came back from a biker bar brawl. It’ll be worth it!”

His eyes widened at the thought, and I could see the glimmer of excitement creeping in. “Do you really think it’ll look good?”

“More than good,” I assured him, dipping the brush into the scar wax. “You’ll look like the hottest bad-boy on the block.”

His shoulders relaxed a little at that, and he finally sat up straight, eyeing me with newfound determination. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s do this!”

With a grin, I went in for round two, the eyeliner gliding better this time as he focused on a space just above my shoulder, keeping his gaze steady. I could feel the thrill of the transformation, both of us immersed in the world we were creating. It wasn’t just makeup for his stream; it was a moment of connection, of laughter, of embracing the unexpected.

By the time we were adding the finishing touches, the nervous energy had shifted into something electric. With a final flourish, I added the fake scar, and we both stood back to admire the transformation. Pezzy looked ruggedly handsome, caught between cute and dangerous. 

“Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad,” he admitted, pushing a hand through his hair as he eyed himself in the mirror. We both burst into laughter, fingers brushing against each other's, celebrating this quirky little moment before he hit the stream button. 

As the camera flicked on, Pezzy flashed a confident, mischievous smile to his audience, ready to embrace his bad-boy persona, and somehow, it felt like we were both in this together.

As the stream began and Pezzy’s face lit up with the glow of the ring light, I could feel the excitement buzz in the air. The chat exploded with emojis and comments, and for a moment, I watched him transform in real time, embodying the bad-boy persona we had conjured up. 

“Welcome back, everyone!” he announced, his voice steady and playful. As he leaned back in his chair, the eyeliner framed his eyes perfectly, making them stand out even more against the backdrop of his casual leather jacket. I couldn’t help but grin, but I also felt a twinge of nervousness. How would his followers react to this new look?

“Check out this badass scar, guys!” he said, swiping a hand across his brow, exaggerating the motion. The chat was filled with reactions, everything from heart-eyes to astonished gasps. “I just got back from a wild ride on my motorcycle—” he paused, glancing at me with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “—not really, I just let my girlfriend play makeup artist.”

I chuckled softly as I nestled on the edge of the frame, ready to support him from the sidelines. As the banter rolled on, I could see Pezzy growing more confident. He leaned into the camera, igniting the chat with every snappy comeback and playful wink. 

“Okay, who gets the ‘bad boy’ vibe from me?” he asked, feigning an intimidating glare that made the audience erupt in laughter. The comments flooded in, praises and jokes alike, a chorus of cheers for his new look. 

But then, someone in the chat wrote something unexpected: “Why is he trying to be someone he’s not?” 

I felt the air thicken, a buried tension rising. I glanced at Pezzy, but the faux toughness never wavered from his expression. He put his hand under his chin, contemplating the comment. “You know, just because I look a bit different doesn’t mean I'm not still me,” he replied, voice steady, slightly filled with anger “I can tell you have no fun in your life, gonna die alone.” 

The chat saved him, showering him with encouragement. I watched as he navigated through the conversation with grace, knowing that deep down, his essence remained untouched, even draped in eyeliner and a scar. 

After a while, he turned to me, the lines of tension around his mouth softening. “Thanks for this, babe,” he said quietly, eyes sparkling with sincerity. “I didn’t think I’d be able to pull it off.”

I smiled back, feeling a rush of pride for him. “You’ve pulled off way tougher things than this. It’s all part of the fun!”

As the stream continued, Pezzy chatted with his followers about everything camping to his newfound biker persona, pulling from his quick wit as the comments flew by, feeding off the laughter of others joining in on this wild ride. 

I had to admit, as he leaned back and teased the audience, the spark of joy in his expression was contagious. It was as if we had both ridden into a new adventure, and I couldn’t help but enjoy this side of him—the side that was willing to experiment, and let loose, knowing I was right there beside him, cheering him on in the background.

As the stream started winding down, Pezzy took a moment to thank his fans individually, reading out names and encouraging words. “And a huge thank you to my amazing girlfriend, ___, for helping me with this look and not giving up on me when I was squirming like a little baby!” he beamed with laughter, the warmth in his voice ringing true, grounding the eccentricity of the scarred biker persona we created.

Hi!! Can I just I love your blog?! I’m trying not to spam you but it’s so hard because I adore every fic you’ve written! I’ve been such a fan of clooless and the boys individually for years now and finding fics for them is tough as there isn’t many but you’re making my delusions come to life!! Thank you for writing them and making little oh me happy!! 🫶🏻🖤

Please go right ahead! I’m so glad you love em! I’m never think of it being spam due to people being fast readers, and I do have some short stories.

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.

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

Heartbeat Hazard — Pezzy x Reader

f!reader, gaming chaos, fluff, teasing romance, soft pezzy, heart rate monitor, request🦋

The glow of Pezzy’s gaming monitors bathed the small room in a mix of blues and purples. He was mid-stream, the guys’ laughter echoing through his headset as they explored the creepy halls of an abandoned asylum in their multiplayer horror game. His heart rate monitor was visible on the screen, the numbers holding steady at 80 BPM as he expertly dodged a ghost that nearly cornered him. “Pezzy, my guy, your heart rate’s too normal,” Droid teased. “I’m starting to think you’re immune to fear.” “Don’t jinx it,” Pezzy replied, his voice steady but focused. “Y’all know how these games go. One big scare, and I’m done for.” “Done for? Bro, you’d have a better chance surviving Y/N walking into the room looking—” Smii7y started, but he never got to finish his sentence. Because just then, the door to Pezzy’s gaming room creaked open, and you walked in. Fresh from the shower, your damp hair clung to your shoulders, and the soft, slightly damp robe hugged your figure in a way that made it impossible not to notice.

You didn’t think much of it—you were just popping in to grab a charger from the desk near him. But for Pezzy, the sight of you rendered him completely useless. His heart rate monitor spiked immediately, jumping from 80 to 120 BPM, as he froze in his seat. The guys noticed instantly. “Yo!” Droid shouted. “What the hell just happened? Pezzy, you good, bro? Did the ghost get you?” “Forget the ghost,” Puffer chimed in, cracking up. “Pezzy just died in real life. His heart rate shot up like 40 points in two seconds!” You paused, confused by the sudden outburst. Turning your head, you caught a glimpse of Pezzy’s screen, where his heart rate monitor was flashing wildly, the numbers climbing higher and higher. Then you looked at him, his face flushed and his jaw slightly slack as he stared at you. “Wait…” you said, a slow grin spreading across your face. “Was that because of me?” “Don’t,” Max said quickly, his voice strained as his gaze darted from you to the screen. “Don’t say it.” “Oh, it was definitely her,” Grizzy laughed, practically wheezing.

“Y/N, what are you even wearing? My man’s heart can’t take it!” “It’s just a robe,” you replied innocently, though the mischievous glint in your eye betrayed you. You turned to Pezzy, leaning on the edge of his desk. “You okay, babe? You seem a little… distracted.” His heart rate spiked again, and the guys erupted into another round of laughter. “Bro, this is better than the game!” Puffer howled. “We don’t even need the ghost to kill him—Y/N’s got it covered.” “I hate you all,” Max muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “And you,” he said, pointing at you. “Stop.” “Stop what?” you asked, feigning innocence as you leaned in closer, your damp hair brushing his shoulder. “I’m just standing here.” His heart rate monitor hit a new high, and Droid lost it completely. “Someone call 911! We’re losing him!” You couldn’t help but laugh as you straightened up, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’ll leave you to your game,” you teased, heading for the door. “Try not to die, okay?” The door closed behind you, and Max let out a shaky breath, leaning back in his chair.

“Pezzy,” Puffer said through his laughter, “you’re the first guy to die in a horror game without even leaving the safe zone. Congrats, man.” “Y’all are the worst,” Pezzy grumbled, though the small, lingering smile on his face said otherwise. The game continued after you left the room, but Max was a shadow of his usual self. His responses were delayed, his movements clunky, and his heart rate refused to dip below 100 BPM. Every time someone teased him, it only made it worse. “Pezzy, focus up, bro,” Droid said between laughs. “We’re in the middle of a hunt, and you’re still recovering from Y/N’s jumpscare.” “She’s not a jumpscare,” Max shot back, his voice flustered. “She just—” “Walked in and broke your brain,” Grizzy finished for him, snickering. “It’s okay, man. We get it. Love does things to a guy.” “Shut up,” Max grumbled, trying—and failing—to regain focus. His character rounded a corner in the game, and the ghost appeared out of nowhere, screeching as it lunged toward him.

Max yelped, slamming his keyboard as his heart rate monitor spiked again. “He’s dead again!” Droid cackled, his laughter echoing through the headset. “Double kill—ghost and Y/N, tag team champions of the night!” Max let out a long, defeated groan as his character crumpled to the ground. “I’m done. I’m so done,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair. The guys howled with laughter as Max reached for his headset, muting himself as he leaned back with a heavy sigh. He glanced at the door, debating whether to follow you or finish the stream, but he knew he didn’t stand a chance of focusing with you still on his mind. “Alright, chat,” he said, unmuting briefly to address his audience. “We’re calling it for tonight. Thanks for hanging out, and uh… yeah, see you next time.” He ended the stream quickly, ignoring the flood of teasing messages from his chat. Peeling off his headset, Max stood and headed out of the gaming room, following the soft hum of music into the living room. You were curled up on the couch in your robe, scrolling through your phone, completely at ease.

“Done gaming already?” you teased without looking up, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, well,” Max started, running a hand through his hair, “it’s hard to focus when my girlfriend decides to look like that.” You laughed, setting your phone down as he came closer. “It’s just a robe, Max.” “No, it’s a distraction,” he corrected, sitting down beside you. “You literally derailed my entire stream.” You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Should I apologize?” He grinned, shaking his head. “No, but you should probably make it up to me.” You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And how do you propose I do that?” Leaning in, he brushed a hand over your damp hair, his smile softening. “Just stay here,” he said simply, pulling you into his arms. “No heart rate monitor. No jumpscares. Just us.” You let yourself relax against him, his warmth chasing away the chill from your still-damp robe. “You’re impossible, you know that?” And you’re dangerous,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I don’t know if you are still taking requests or not. If you are I would really like to get one with Droid and him proposing to reader please. I loved the Pezzy one you did it was so cute.

Veiled Wedding

Summary: Truth or Hydrate made some tea spill, that Droid was not ready to spill just yet...

TW: Established relationship. kisses, alcohol, drinking, lmk if I missed anything

“Droid you're the type of person to go to Dallas but not tell anybody.” Pezzy exclaimed on the group discussion of him going M.I.A and not responding to text messages. “You told your chat not to tell me!” Pezzy claimed offendly. 

“Uh, I never said that.” Droid defended himself with a very offended look when Pezzy said that.

“Droid you literally told no one that youre married.” Puffer said calmly drunk

“WAIT WHAT!?” Grizzy yelled in shock, not knowing that his friend was in a very secret loyal relationship.

“Huh-oh, hehe chat looks like truth or hydrate spilled a little bit more than was supposed.” Droid laughed off the tension and dirty look towards Puffer.

“Wait, huh?” Pezzy looked around the room confusingly, as the air was tense and then Droid sunk back into his spot on the couch.

“Okay, okay, okay, i'll spill cause i need to get it out there anyway and my wife and I were talking about going public but not fully.” Droid settles the guys down as he was sobering himself up to tell the story. 

“We went to The Big Bend National Park spontaneously which I knew was the right moment….

It was a scorching summer day in Texas, and the sun was beating down on the arid landscape of Big Bend National Park. But in a secluded oasis, surrounded by lush greenery and towering trees, a majestic waterfall cascaded down a rocky cliff, creating a misty veil that rose into the air. The sound of rushing water filled the atmosphere, and the smell of wet earth and blooming flowers wafted through the air.

He had been in a long-term relationship with his lovely girlfriend, ___, and he had decided that this was the perfect moment to propose to her. As they arrived at the park, ElasticDroid couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

As they made their way through the park, hand in hand, they stumbled upon the breathtaking waterfall. The force of the water created a natural pool at its base, and ___, being the free-spirited person she was, couldn't resist the urge to jump in. ElasticDroid followed suit, and they spent the next hour playing and prancing in the cool, clear water.

As they splashed around, ElasticDroid couldn't help but steal glances at ___, taking in her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes. He knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for. He carefully reached into his waterproof pocket and retrieved a small, exquisite box.

As they stood under the waterfall, the roar of the water creating a sense of intimacy, ElasticDroid took ___'s hand and led her to a secluded spot behind the falls. The sound of the water grew louder, and the mist created a romantic veil around them.

ElasticDroid got down on one knee, his metallic joints creaking softly, and looked up at ___ with adoration in his eyes. "___," he said, his voice trembling with emotion, "from the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one for me. You are my partner, my best friend, and my soulmate. Will you marry me?"

As he opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring, ___'s eyes widened in surprise. Tears of joy began to well up in her eyes, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, a million times yes!" she exclaimed, as ElasticDroid slid the ring onto her finger.

The sound of the waterfall seemed to grow louder, as if nature itself was celebrating their love. ElasticDroid stood up, and they shared a passionate kiss, the mist of the waterfall surrounding them like a magical aura.

As they pulled apart from their kiss, laughter bubbled up between them, harmonizing with the symphony of the waterfall's cascading water. The air was filled with the freshness of the water, and with each breath, ElasticDroid felt a spark of energy course through his circuits. ___, too, felt the warmth of love radiate within her, a feeling that seemed to dance in sync with the water droplets that sprinkled down like twinkling stars.

“Can you believe we’re finally engaged?” ___ said, her eyes bright with happiness. She twirled, allowing the mist to envelop her, and twinkled in the sunlight like dew on grass. ElasticDroid watched her with affection, marveling at the way the sunlight played with her hair.

With the sun beginning to set, the golden light danced over the water casting everything in a magical glow. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking, laughing, and indulging themselves into playing and taking pictures in the water. They envisioned the future filled with joy, exploration, and plenty more adventures to write about—together.

"We decided to keep our relationship private, away from the prying eyes of our friends and gaming community. We didn't want anything to distract us from our love for each other or our gaming habits," Droid explained.

The room fell silent, as the weight of Droid's story sunk in. Puffer, still chuckling, finally managed to compose himself.

"Dude, that's... that's actually really cool," he said, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

Grizzy and Pezzy nodded in agreement, their expressions a mix of surprise, happiness, and curiosity.

“But you admit that you do go M.I.A a lot?” Puffer joked trying to change the topic back towards the stream

“Yes, yes I do but it was mostly because of my wife and if we had plans already.” Droid says shushing him so no more teasing happens, “Also Chat, I will post a little thing on instagram of it and our wedding was literally done there like 30-45 minutes after .It was basically a waterfall wedding, in the Big Bend National Park.” 

“Wait, hold on!” Grizzy leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. “You had a waterfall wedding? How epic is that? What was it like?”

Droid’s face broke into a broad smile as he took a deep breath, remembering that day. “It was a total whirlwind! The sounds of rushing water surrounded us as nature played the most beautiful symphony. The sun shone down through the trees and lit the water up in this golden hue. We said our vows standing in the mist, our friends hiding nearby, and only the wildlife as our witnesses."

“Wildlife? Like squirrels and deer?” Pezzy piped in, eager for details.

“Absolutely! A curious deer peered from behind a tree, and I swear, I saw a few birds fluttering around us like they were our cheering squad,” Droid said with a chuckle. “And when we exchanged rings, a sudden breeze swept through, creating a rainbow in the mist as if even nature was blessing our union.”

“Dude, that sounds like something out of a fantasy movie!” Puffer exclaimed, eyes wide. “I can just picture it: love, adventure, and a touch of magic!”

“Exactly!” Grizzy chimed in. “But tell me, how did you keep it a secret? Not a single hint dropped in your streams?”

Droid grinned mischievously. “We were sneaky! We took a few gaming breaks without telling anyone. We’d buy food and claim it was a late-night gaming fuel trip. The real trick was timing; our wedding was just a quick detour on a road trip where we played in the beautiful national park.”

“Wow, so you’re telling me you had the ultimate wedding?" Pezzy laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "That’s the goal right there!"

“Not to mention privacy! It allowed us to focus on what truly mattered: each other,” Droid added softly, his eyes glowing with affection as he glanced at his friends for approval.

“If only more people could see how beautiful things can be when you don’t let the world interfere,” Puffer said thoughtfully. “It's like in gaming; sometimes you have to take the side quests to unlock the real rewards.”

“Very true!” Grizzy said, raising a finger as if struck by inspiration. “And speaking of side quests... How about we create a party mission to help you find the perfect honeymoon destination? We could stream it and make it interactive!”

“Now that’s an idea!” Droid declared, chuckling. “We could call it ‘Gamer’s Guide to Love’ or something like that.”

The laughter bubbled up once more, the room alive with the sound of friendship and fun. They started brainstorming, filling the air with suggestions from Italy beaches to Canada wherever the wind took them. 

“Alright back to the stream guys.” Droid clasped his hands together as he reached for a card from the ‘Truth or Drink’ card stack.

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

Little Devil - Droid x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here’s to another amazing night.