A/N ; First request <3 Honestly didnt quite know where to go off of it but I hope I did well ml<3
Tags ; Fluff, kissing, making out, handsy!reader, almost getting caught, established relationship, hidden relationship, second person.
Puffer was seated next to you on the couch, a movie playing on the TV. The three of your other roommates out recording something for Christmas, Puffer turned to look at you with a smile.
"Youre pretty." He mumbled, leaning over and kissing your cheek. His facial hair scratched lightly into your soft skin, leaving you to turn and kiss him. The two of you forgetting about the movie and simply just kissing.
That was until Puffer pulled you into his lap, hands rubbing against your clothed thighs.
"Yeah? You think so?" You smiled, leaning down and kissing him more desperately. Puffer didnt reply, just kept kissing and eventually slipping his tongue into your mouth, the two of you in the heat of the moment.
Puffer smiled against your lips, pulling back to catch his breath. "Fuck yeah." He purred out, leaning down and kissing your cheek down to your jaw.
It would've gone further for Droid to not come storming in, the two of you instantly separating at the sound of the front door. You fixed yourself up, hoping you didnt look like you just made out with your boyfriend.
"Yoo! Pufferr!! Y/N!!" He squealed, running over, "You two love me right?" His voice had that suspicious tone in it, making you weary of what he did.
"Droid, what could you have done." Puffer bit out, getting up and stretching before glancing back at you on the couch. You smiled and also got up, escaping to see where Grizzy and Pezzy were.
"Griz, I'm just saying we should not have let him get into that—Oh! Hey Y/N." Pezzy smiled at you, stopping what he was saying which made you even more curious.
"What happened to Droid you two? Hes acting like he committed a murder." You grumble, staring at the two men. No one spoke for a long moment, Droid in the background getting interrogated by Puffer.
Grizzy then sighed, shaking his head. "Let's go sit down in the living room for this one." He smiled, walking you and Pezzy to where Puffer and Droid were.
"Okay! Droid! Sit the fuck down." Puffer said, seeing you and the others standing by the coffee table. He got Droid to sit and turned back to Pezzy and Grizzy, "Explain why he's like a hyper cat."
"Its a long story... But basically Droid got into some magic powder at one of the bakeries down the road, Hes fine! But they said there'd be stuff that'd happen to him. Like being hyper I guess." Grizzy said, crossing his arms. It all made sense, but what the hell was the magic powder? Whatever.
"I see." Puffer sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I have a stream scheduled, see yall later." He then walked out, you following after a minute or two saying some excuse about being tired and needing rest. What a shame your makeout sesh was interrupted.
If you have time do you think you could do a fic based on the old cooking streams the boys used to do were the reader is a professional chef/ baker
Maybe it’s a 4v1 challenge for who can make the best food and chat judges
Back-to-Back (P! Frog Boys X Chef! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Youtube
Requested: Clearly (loosely based on the video from Miniminter)
Warnings: some sexual jokes
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 1576
Summary: Chef! reader posts a back-to-back cooking video with the Frog Boys.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
~~(^Pinterest)
“Hi, everybody, and welcome to the video,” You chuckled as the video started. You were standing in your normal kitchen setup with ingredients surrounding you. “We are back with a back-to-back cooking video, and this time, we have Grizzy, BigPuffer, ElasticDroid, and Pezzy!” The group walked in and stood behind you at their own station and cheered around a bit, bringing some hype. “With all back-to-back videos, I will be trying to teach these guys how to cook something.”
“And they won’t be able to see what we’re doing!” Droid added, pointing some finger guns at the camera.
“Yeah, do any of you have tangible cooking experience?” You asked as you smiled nervously.
“Nope,” They all responded happily, which caused you to sigh.
“You all signed contracts, so I cannot be held liable if you get hurt,” You cleared up before deciding to jump straight in. “Okay, boys, whoever is comfortable with a knife, start by cutting the ends off the onion.”
“Gimme the knife,” Grizzy said, snatching the knife from Puffer’s hand before jokingly threatening him with it.
“Woah, I’m being harassed over here!” Puffer shouted as he put his hands up in surrender.
“Wait, which end?” Pezzy asked. “An end is subjective with a circle.”
“Ok, Einstein, shut the hell up,” Droid responded immediately, shoving Pezzy a little.
“Hey, be nice over there, guys,” You warned, deciding to ignore most of the bickering with a sign. “This is gonna stress me out. Anyways, once you've cut the ends off, Grizzy, I need you to peel it.”
“With my hands or the peeler?” He responded quickly, looking between the provided utensils you gave them.
“Your hands will be just fine, babe,” You teased with a laugh.
“Can one of you help me?” Grizzy asked the boys quietly, trying not to catch your attention.
“Why do you need help peeling it?” You exclaimed in shock.
“Because I can’t grab it,” Grizzy said back as Pezzy took the onion from his hands.
“There’s no way I should be crying right now,” Droid said, turning away from the camera, “I’m not even touching it!”
“Okay, crybaby,” You chuckled to yourself. “Do any of you know how to dice an onion?”
“Maybe explain it for the viewers?” Puffer offered, taking the knife from Grizzy.
“To put it simply, you cut an onion into small cubes,” You replied, looking straight into the camera with a smile. “Does that help?”
“Perfect, I really understood that,” Puffer said sarcastically.
“You are terrible at explaining,” Droid replied after a beat of silence among you all. “You know what, give me the knife.”
“I don’t know if I trust that,” Pezzy said skeptically as he stepped back and nearly ran into your back. “Shit, sorry.”
“Shut up, and give me the knife. I’m gonna Chef Boyardee this bitch,” Droid said confidently as he took the knife from Puffer and started cutting the onion. Subconsciously, you let out a noise, and that caught his attention. “What was that?”
“The cut you made just sounded wrong,” You replied as you continued dicing your onion.
“Well, what the fuck do you think was gonna happen? I live off premade meals and doordash!” Droid shouted in defense.
“Hey, calm yourselves!” Pezzy tried to interject.
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Droid shouted toward Pezzy this time. “I still have the knife!”
“And now you don’t,” Puffer deescalated the situation by grabbing the knife from Droid and holding it above his head, so Droid couldn’t reach it. “No more knife for you.”
“Are you guys done being children?” You asked with a concerned look directed straight at the camera. They all made noises of approval, so you gave them the next step. “Grab your carrots and peel them.”
“I’m trying so hard not to make a sex joke,” Puffer whispered into the microphone.
“I’m going to pretend I did not just hear you sexualize a carrot,” You took a deep breath as you started cutting the carrot. “You’re going to cut it into small circles. Think like a coin.”
“Ok, we got coins of carrot,” Grizzy said nodding at Puffer’s handiwork. “Now what?”
“Puffer, keep cutting the carrots the same way as the onion. Grizzy, Pezzy, or Droid, put the pot on the small hot plate and add a generous layer of olive oil,” You explained. You heard the cutting resume while someone banged on the bottom of the pot for a moment.
“When you say ‘generous,’ are you meaning round up to a dollar generous or Jacksepticeye’s Thankmas generous?” Pezzy asked.
“The amount of generous that the entire bottom of the pot is covered,” You cleared up with a laugh. “Take that how you will.”
“Not the whole bottle, Droid!” Pezzy shouted, grabbing the bottle away from him.
“Now, one of you put the mince in the bowl,” You explained.
“What the hell is mince?” Puffer asked, looking around at the ingredients.
“You Americans,” You muttered before switching your tone, “The ground beef.”
“Ahhh, ok, got it,” Puffer said as Grizzy grabbed the beef and Puffer held the bowl out.
“Kobe!” Grizzy exclaimed as he threw the mince into the bow. Thankfully, it all made it into the bowl.
“Now you’re going to take your sausage,” You were cut off by all of the boys laughing, causing you to roll your eyes at the camera as you waited for them to stop. “Take the sausage and skin it.”
“Isn’t that a circumcision?” Droid asked Pezzy quietly.
“I didn’t even know sausage had skin,” Pezzy admitted, choosing to ignore Droid for the time being.
“This looks disgusting,” Grizzy gagged as he took the skin off.
“Now, you’re going to take half and smash it into the mince,” You chuckled.
“Can you stop calling it mince? We don’t understand!” Puffer argued.
“I’ll leave you to figure out the rest of the recipe on your own,” You offered, setting the bowl down and looking at the camera.
“Please don’t,” Pezzy chuckled. “We need your guidance.”
“Good, now you’re gonna crack an egg in the bowl.”
“An egg? Are you tryna give us salmonella?” Droid asked while Pezzy cracked the egg.
“I’m so bad at cracking eggs,” Pezzy laughed at himself as he pulled out some shells that landed in the bowl. “Who let me crack this?”
“You just kinda took it,” Puffer laughed as he took the bowl to mix everything. “Ew, tell me why this feels like moisturized testicles.”
“Why do you know what moisturized testicles feel like, Puffer?” You flipped the question back on him.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Puffer shouted as he pulled his hands out of the bowl immediately.
“Moving on, grab the soaked break and smash that into the mixture.”
“Hold up,” Droid shouted, and everyone stopped to look at him, minus you. “Are we making meatloaf?”
“No,” You chuckled.
“Well, what else would we be making that uses this much meat?” Droid asked.
“Is it meatballs? I see pasta,” Grizzy said, pointing at the pile of uncooked pasta.
“If you would just hold your horses and wait until we get to the part, you guys would know that, yes. It is spaghetti and meatballs,” You explained before going into more instructions.
You continued the same back and forth instructions to make the food. It went fairly smoothly, other than the brief food fight among the guys when they decided to throw the pasta at the wall to see if it was cooked. After some intervention, you all finally plated your food, grabbed your plates, and turned around.
“Why are the meatballs so small?” You asked as you looked straight at the tiny meatballs on their plate.
“I told you they should have been bigger!” Puffer shouted as he hit Droid upside the head.
“I told you between a tennis ball and a ping pong ball,” You defended, thinking it was miscommunication. “These look like golf balls!”
“I bet it tastes better, though,” Pezzy said as you all sat around a table where the camera was in front of you. “Do we just swap plates?”
“Yeah, and dig in,” You shrugged as all of you started eating. You started coughing immediately. “What did you do?”
“Yours is delicious,” All of the boys gushed as they kept going back for more.
“No, no, hold on,” You pushed the plate away from them, “What did you guys do to this dish?”
“I think the right question is what didn’t we do,” Puffer countered as they all took a bite from their own plate.
“Why does it taste like nothing?” Grizzy laughed.
“It tastes like nothing and like 50 things all at once,” Pezzy said as he turned around and spit it out in the trash.
“It’s not great, but I wouldn’t spit it out,” Droid directed this comment at Pezzy. “Free food is free food.”
“You cannot pay me enough money to eat a plate of that,” Pezzy said as he pointed at the plate. “I’m going back to your plate. The real chef here knows how to cook.”
“Go figure,” You chuckled before looking back at the camera. “Anyway, guys, thank you all for tuning in for another back-to-back cooking video with Grizzy, BigPuffer, ElasticDroid, and Pezzy. All of their links are down below, so make sure to check them out. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more content like this. I will see you all next week!”
tags ;; gn!reader, 2nd pov prns used, ironman!puffer my dad frfr
summary ;; uhhhhhhh basically being the peter to puffer's ironman smile
♡ puffer absolutely acts like he’s annoyed every single time you show up in his workshop, but the second you stop coming around for a few days, he starts sending texts ↓
“You alive?”
“The bots miss being insulted.”
“…I guess I do too.”
♡ his dynamic mirrors chaotic mentor or protective older-brother energy
he pretends you’re a nuisance, but secretly worries about you constantly, gives you way too much tech access, & immediately regrets giving you tech access
♡ he builds you your own mini suit “for emergencies,” but it’s very obvious he spent months perfecting it. the interface literally has hidden encouraging messages programmed into it, that he pretends he DIDNT add...
“You’ve got this.” “Don’t do anything I would do.” “Actually, do very few things I would do.”
♡ you’re one of the only people allowed to touch his armor while he’s working on it. everyone (cough droid cough) else gets yelled at.
♡ you hand him tools without him asking because you’ve memorized his routine.
♡ sometimes you catch him staring at you with this soft, almost stunned expression because nobody’s ever stayed around him long enough to learn him like that.
♡ puffer is the kind of person who masks genuine affection with sarcasm
“if you die doing something stupid, don't haunt me in the afterlife
♡ meanwhile, he’s already rerouting satellites trying to find you because you were ten minutes late answering your phone.
♡ he’s constantly upgrading your gear behind your back. you’ll say, “Wait, this thing can fly now?” and he’ll shrug, “Couldn’t sleep.”
♡ he acts confident, but you noticing when he’s exhausted affects him more than he admits.
♡ you’re the one forcing him to eat, pulling him away from holograms at 3 a.m, throwing a blanket over him when he falls asleep at his desk.
♡ he never says thank you directly, but the next morning your favorite snacks magically appear in the kitchen.
♡ if you get hurt on a mission, he goes terrifyingly quiet. the kind of silence that makes the entire room nervous. his hands shake as he fixes your suit afterward because the thought of losing you genuinely wrecks him.
♡ he trusts your judgment before he realizes he does. during missions, everyone looks to him for orders, but he looks to you for confirmation. your opinion grounds him.
♡ he absolutely gives you ridiculous nicknames over comms
gremlin, menace, kid, disaster magnet
and you eventually start firing back
gramps, unc, tin-can
♡ his AI assistants (JARVIS, FRIDAY, etc.) adore you because you’re the only person besides puffer who talks to them like they’re real people. they start prioritizing your commands. puffer acts betrayed by this.
♡ the first time you panic during a mission, he drops everything to help you through it. his voice instantly softens, he walks you through your breathing, keeps talking the entire time so you stay grounded.
♡ afterward he never brings it up in front of anyone else because he wants your trust more than he wants to tease you.
♡ he struggles with the idea that someone younger actually cares about him for him, not the armor, money, or reputation. so every small act of loyalty from you hits him hard.
♡ sitting beside him during long nights in the workshop, waiting for him after difficult missions, defending him when people call him selfish.
♡ you’re the only person who can successfully convince him not to go on a mission when he’s injured. and even then it takes
arguing, guilt-tripping, physically blocking the suit chamber, and threatening to tell everyone embarrassing stories
♡ despite all the teasing, he’s incredibly proud of you. not because of your skills, because you stay kind, because you still care about people even after seeing the worst parts of the world. he notices that more than anything.
♡ one of his biggest fears is you becoming like him.
reckless, self-destructive, convinced you have to carry everything alone
so he keeps trying to teach you what he never learned early enough
“You don’t have to bleed to prove you care about people.”
Hello my friend! I've recently discovered your work for the frog boys and also saw you have requests open (if this isn't true anymore I'm terribly sorry!) I was wondering if you could write something about Pezzy (and maybe the rest of the frog house included if you want) playing horror games with his s/o? Have a good day!
Scared in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous
Requested: Clearly (I decided to make this part of [Blank] in Love. I could be read alone though. Thank you my friend <3)
Warnings: Horror games
POV: First Person (I/me)
W.C. 1027 (about 250 each)
Summary: Horror games are scary, who knew?
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
Technically can be read alone, but Part 4 <-
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Puffer (At Dead of Night)
“This is stupid! All we’re doing is running from a bald guy,” I laughed as I controlled the movements in the game as we ran between rooms. Puffer had been asked to play At Dead of Night. Despite knowing he did not like horror games, he agreed as long as I was there for it. Neither of us had heard much of this game, and so far it was pretty boring. “Am I supposed to lock this door?”
“Maybe? Isn’t the guy chasing you?” Puffer answered as he leaned closer to the screen. He broke his glasses recently, so he was blind for this stream, and that’s the main reason he asked me to join. “Wait, why is that light flickering?”
“Like I know,” I scoffed as I immediately moved toward it. Nothing happened. “See chat, y'all just be hyping up this game, and it's plain.” I turned around in the game and jumped in my seat as some random person showed up. “Holy shit!”
“Dr. Bose was accused of the worst crime possible,” Puffer joked with mock seriousness. “We need to go to the ground floor now to see the police lights!” He took over the controls, again leaning close to the screen to see.
“Maybe you shouldn’t speed run out of the room,” I advised.
“Nah, we’ll be fine,” And almost like Jimmy was listening, he jumped out from around the corner to kill us. Puffer jumped back in his chair, causing it to fall back.
“What did I fucking say!?”
~~
Pezzy (Doors)
“It’s Roblox. How scary can it possibly be?” were going to be my famous last words. I was sure of it.
“I swear to god if one more of these things pulls me out of the closet again, I will throw my controller at the screen!” I shouted as I died once again.
“Welcome to the club,” Pezzy laughed, “It only gets worse.”
“I’m going to cry,” I joked as I respawned. “This is literally torture! I did not agree to do this!”
“Yes, you did!” Leave it to Pezzy to pull up the receipts in the form of a text you sent him a while ago. He briefly showed it to the camera before clearing his throat, and imitating my voice, “I doubt it’s even that hard. I bet that I could speed run it faster than you.”
“I don’t remember saying that sober,” I admitted as I ran through the doors, ignoring Pezzy’s laugh. “I really don’t. In fact, I think a certain someone stole my phone and texted someone while we were drunk. I wouldn’t put it past you honestly.”
“I cannot believe you would accuse me of such a thing,” Pezzy gasped as he put a hand to his chest. “I seem to remember you bragging about not being scared of anything. You’re eating your words now, huh?”
“Never,” I said definitively. It didn’t last long as, almost immediately, the red skull thing chased me through the rooms. “I swear! PLEASE!”
~~
Droid (FNAF Help Wanted)
“It’s not even that bad,” I laughed as I glanced at chat while Droid stood behind me playing Five Nights at Freddy’s: Help Wanted. I had played it before since I was practically a FNAF channel, so Droid made it his subgoal to play it when they hit 5,000 subs. Granted, he did not think it would happen that quickly. “Just wait until you get to the third game.”
“You’re kidding me!” He shouted as he frantically looked around the room. “There’s no way it gets worse than this! You’re capping!”
“Nah, you’re just a baby,” I laughed as a highlighted chat caught my eye.
“You should shove him.” it read. Thankfully, he could not read chat while in the game, so I took this as my opportunity. With a smirk, I stood up and walked around to stand behind Droid. Just as the music picked up in the game, I grabbed his shoulders and he was jumpscared. From me and the game as Bonnie jumped out at him.
He flung his arms back to try and drab me, but I ducked and ran back to my chair. He pulled the headset off and immediately glared at me. He let go of the joycons as he pointed and slowly approached me.
“I will murder you,” He joked as he leaned down to be at eye level with me. “I will threaten domestic violence live on Twitch.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I joked back as I raised my eyebrows.
“WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! Nah, don’t even!”
~~
Grizzy (GMod Horror Maps)
“I don’t like the squidward-looking thing or the witches,” I cried as I ran my character through the dark maze. “Why did you mod them in?”
“Because I knew you didn’t like them,” Grizzy laughed as his character followed mine around. “I can remove one of them if you want.”
“Please do,” I laughed as I purposely let myself get killed by Squidward, so I would respawn. Grizzy exited the game to fix the mod as I stayed on the call with him, entertaining his chat. Eventually, he got it changed but did not tell me what he put in.
“Can I know what was spawned?” I asked as I reloaded the game. I had to update it since the mods changed, and I got stuck on the loading screen for a minute. I thought he would have told me at that point, but no. When I loaded into the game, I saw a hoard of witches immediately. I slowly looked over to Discord to see Grizzy’s face cam, and of course, he’s got that malicious smile. “I will murder you.”
“You always say you could outrun the witches,” Grizzy laughed as his character also loaded it. As soon as he spawned, he threw a bomb at the group. “I’m testing you.”
I screamed as I ran my character the opposite way through the maze, “What the fuck is wrong with you!”
“See!? It’s not so easy, huh?” Grizzly laughed as he watched my character run. ”What are you mumbling?”
“California girls were unforgettable,” I said a little louder than before as my voice got higher. “Daisy dukes bikinis on top.”
Requested: Technically no, but I incorporated two requests from @youngcreatorlady and @goldenstarofthunderclan. I hope yall don't mind <3 Side note, I’m gonna start taking requests for Pezzy! I’ve been in a Pezzy mood and found out I really like writing for him lol
Warnings: none.
Pronouns: First person (I/me/they/them)
W.C. approx 220 each
Summary: Going public with the Frog Boys
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
~~
<-Part 3
Puffer
“Are you sure this is the best way to go about this?” I asked, looking back at Puffer from my spot on his lap. We were looking at the screen where he was logged into his Instagram with a drafted post of the two of us. He thought the best idea was to hard launch on Instagram and hope for the best. “You barely post as it is. This will give everyone a heart attack.”
“Would you rather join a live stream?” He asked back rhetorically, knowing I would not do well under the live scrutiny. “This is just easier.”
“Easier for who? You, me, or your fans?” I laughed back as I leaned my head onto his shoulder.
“You and me,” he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. “If we did a live stream, it would be an hour or two of straight questions. If we post something, I can log off and we can completely forget about it.”
“You are devious. I love it,” I chuckled, looking back at the caption. “What are you going to say?”
“I don’t know yet,” He admitted, “What do you think?”
“Fuck it, we ball,” I replied, straightfaced before turning back to make eye contact, “Hard launch edition.”
“That’s so bad!” He laughed, leaning in to hide his face in my shoulder.
“You never said it had to be good!”
~~
Pezzy
Drunk Q&As were fun. Especially when it had been going on for a couple of hours at this point. Ever since I came back from visiting my family, my mentions have been blowing up with clips from the stream where I called Pezzy my favorite simp. It was while drunk that I remembered that Pezzy and I never confirmed or outed our relationship.
“Are yall roommates or what cuz damn I wish my roommate looked at me like that,” one of the comments read.
“Yeah, if his roommate also gets to go out with him,” I laughed, downing the last shot of soju. “I also get to kiss him, so that’s fun.”
“Fun?!” he laughed, almost falling off his chair. “Kissing me is fun?”
“What would you rather me talk about?” I quipped back. “I can talk about how mindblowing you are-”
“And that’s enough from you,” He slapped his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking. “You’re cut off. Don’t continue that thought.”
“I was going to talk about your bike but okay,” I groaned after I pulled his hand away from my mouth, but kept his hand in mine. “Anyways, chat. He’s mine, so back the fuck up.”
“So possessive, damn,” he laughed, pulling our intertwined hands up to place a kiss on my knuckles. “It's hot.”
“Nah, just jealous.”
~~
Droid
“Guys, I swear to god,” I groaned into my pillow. I agreed to do a sleep stream with Droid weeks ago, but now, it was honestly hell. Not only was I so drained from the day in general, I was not feeling at all social to put up a facade for the viewers. My social battery was dead, and I just seemed pissed, probably. “Can we not play the Buzz Lightyear commercial nine times in a fucking row?!”
“That’s what that noise was?” Droid asked as he came back into the room with snacks and drinks. “Did yall make them insane or what?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I wined as I covered my ears. Droid set the drinks and snacks to the side as he laid down on his side of the mattress we set up. He also leaned over to the speakers to turn them down a couple of notches before leaning back. Once he was situated, I moved his arm, so I could lay into his side. “Chat, don’t. Just don’t fucking say anything.”
“Yeah, they’re allowed to do this,” He said into the microphone as he pulled up the chat on his phone, reading through some of the comments. “We get it, they’re cute and tired. Shut it.”
Despite the noise, it did not take long to fall asleep. And it certainly did not take long for the chat to notice either. However, it was not until chat started spamming at Droid did he noticed. “Guys leave my s/o alone. Be lucky they even agreed to this.”
~~
Grizzy
Being on a panel at PAX AUS was a highlight of any creator. To have been invited was unimaginable. I was invited to be on a panel with the Misfits along with Grizzy and Smitty. We had flown in a few days prior (with a load of delays, might I add), and now, it was finally the day.
Sitting on the stage was surreal. With Grizzy on my left and Tobi on my right, we started answering questions down the line.
“Next question is for Y/n and Grizzy, technically,” the fan started. Immediately, I knew where it was going, so I lifted my hand that was already holding Grizzy’s onto the table. The fan began stuttering as they gestured to our hands. “Um, I think that answers my question.”
“If the question was if Girizzy and I are together,” I said just to confirm, and I was met with a timid nod from them, “the answer is yes. We have been together for a couple of months now.”
“And before anyone asks, technically, they made the first move,” Grizzy added.
“I thought you were asleep!” I objected, turning to face him while still keeping the microphone in my hand.
“That does not make it sound any better!” Grizzy and the rest of the group laughed.
“Trust me,” Fitz interjected, “that does not make it sound any less creepy. And I even know the whole story!”
Requested: Day 27 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!
Warnings: mentions anal
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 455
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
Writing Inktober 2024 Materlist
~~(^Pinterest)
After a lot of pleading (and quite a bit of begging), you agreed to show up on stream with Chris. It wasn’t like you were actively avoiding it. It’s just that every time he invited you, it was a sleep stream or drunk stream, you were not about to subject yourself to that. This stream, though, was a casual Q&A stream with the occasional drink. At least, that’s what you thought.
It started off innocently enough. The questions came in from chat, and they were pretty basic to start with. ‘Where were you born’, ‘What’s your favorite color’, and ‘What’s your favorite animal.’Then it changed to the more random, interesting questions. ‘Is water wet’, ‘Are you a dog or cat person’, and ‘Where would you hide a body.’ The one question you did not expect was regarding your first car.
“Oh, I had a dinger of a first car!” You shouted, leaning forward to set your glass down on the desk before leaning back against Puffer’s chest. “I got it off Craigslist when I was 19. It was the first car I bought myself, and it was a piece of shit!”
“What car was it?” Puffer laughed as he took a drink from his beer bottle.
“It was technically a Ford Explorer, baby,” you laughed, remembering the car. “The past owner fucking wrote ‘anal’ over Explorer, so I called it my Anal Explorer. My friends thought it was stupid, but I loved that damn car. I still have it too.”
“No fucking way,” Puffer said in disbelief as he turned you to look at him. “Tell me you’re lying.”
“No, do you want me to show you a picture?” Without waiting for an answer, you pulled out your phone to show Puffer and that chat a picture of you in college with the Anal Explorer. “See guys, I’m not lying. And it’s at my apartment if you really need to see it IRL, Puffer.”
“One, never say IRL again, and two, there is no way you bought my old car!” Puffer started off seriously before resorting to shouting.
“Wait, the Anal Explorer was your car?” You shouted back in disbelief. “Who was the wise guy to add Anal?”
“My uncle,” Puffer answered with a chuckle. “It was my first car too when I was 16. Then, I gave it back to my uncle when I was 20 to get a newer car for my Domino’s job. That’s when I’m assuming he posted it to Craigslist.”
“Well, I think this calls for an Anal Explorer reunited vlog and road trip. How does that sound, chat?” You proposed as you brought your glass up to cheers with Puffer. Maybe you’d actually do it. Maybe not.
