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Day 17: Swollen. A continuation from last year’s inktober  🐛🐡

Fainting Spell Interrupts

Summary: In amidst of unexpected changes and challenges, Puffer stays on his feet.

TW: Fainting, sick!reader

Across the house, I stirred in bed, the remnants of sleep tying my limbs in a heavy embrace. The soft rustle of Puffer’s voice, accompanied by the familiar sound of virtual cards being flipped, pulled me from my dreams, but my body craved just a few more moments of rest. I pushed myself up, ready to join him in the world of streaming, when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me without warning.

In an instant, the room shifted; the vibrant colors of my LED lights blurred as I stumbled sideways, the world tilting on its axis. Before I could grasp what was happening, darkness enveloped you completely.

The sound of a big bang snapped Puffer out of his focused commentary. His heart raced as he glanced toward the door, only to think of the worst that could be happening. Panic ignited in his chest. “Wait, what just happened?!” he muttered, gripping his phone tightly before ending the stream, his fans left in a state of confusion as he dodged the questions and comments rising like a wave. 

He rushed up the stairs to your side, kneeling down beside you. “Babe?” he asked softly, brushing a gentle hand against your shoulder. When there was no response, he felt a surge of urgency. You were down for the count.

He carefully lifted you, cradling your body in his arms, heart racing as he felt your slight weight against him. There was a time when his adrenaline was focused on game scores and virtual achievements, but in that moment, it was a different kind of urgency altogether. He gently placed you back on the bed, ensuring you were cushioned and comfortable.

“What’s going on?” he murmured, his brow furrowing with concern. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, unable to shake the worry that clung to him like a shadow. Your skin felt cool under his touch, prompting him to fetch an extra blanket, draping it over you like a protective cocoon.

With a racing heart, he pulled up his phone, dialing for help, his mind screaming through every worst-case scenario. Yet, despite the chaos swirling within him, he kept his voice steady. “Hey, I need an ambulance…my girlfriend just fainted. Yeah, she’s breathing, but I can’t wake her up…”

As he awaited their response, he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you. He brushed your hand with his thumb, wishing desperately for you to open your eyes and smile at him as you always did. “You can’t leave me like this,” he whispered softly, his voice barely above a trembling breath. “We have a wedding to plan, babe!”

Minutes felt like hours, and just as relief started to wash over him with the sound of sirens drawing closer, you began to stir. Your eyelids fluttered as if waking from a heavy fog, and Puffer leaned in closer, hope igniting like fire within him. “Hey, hey, there you are! It’s okay, you’re safe,” he cooed, the tremor of fear mixing with a surge of relief.

With a groggy murmur, I blinked a few times, disorientation still evident. “Puffer? What happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I attempted to sit up.

He gently pressed you back down, a reassuring smile touching his lips. “You fainted, love. But you’re okay now. Help is on the way, just relax,” he replied, his heart still racing but now with gratitude for my return.

As the sirens neared, he brushed his fingers over mine, grounding you in the moment. I met his gaze, concern etched across my features. “I didn’t mean to ruin your stream…”

He chuckled softly, the weight of his fear lightening in an instant. “Nah, they’ll survive without a few packs. You’re my number one priority.”

Midnight Mischief

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sudden Embrace

Summary: ___ helped out Puffer while he was live streaming. She had noticed that he forgot to grab a wire to his setup, particularly a wire that would enhance his streaming quality. With a smile on her face, she grabbed the wire and headed toward Puffer’s streaming room.

TW: Kisses, soft romance, established relationship

As I walked into the room, the glow of his streaming setup bathed everything in a warm, soft light. Puffer was sitting in his gaming chair, fully immersed in his stream, but the moment I entered, I noticed his focus shift towards me. My heart fluttered at the sight of him, headphones snugly in place and a playful grin spreading across his face as he caught my eyes.

“Hey! Perfect timing!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with excitement. I held up the wire I had brought for him, a simple task that suddenly felt monumental at this moment.

As I approached, he suddenly pushed away from his desk, standing to greet me. The next thing I knew, he had enveloped me in a warm hug, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I could feel the familiar comfort of him, the scent of his cologne melting into mine. “You smell like me… oh god, it’s driving me crazy,” he mumbled into my hair, his voice low and playful, sending a rush of heat to my cheeks.

I couldn’t help but smile against his shoulder, my heart racing a thousand beats per minute. The way he pulled me closer felt as if he wanted the world to melt away, just the two of us in our own little bubble. With my heart fluttering, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I nuzzled into him, my own arms wrapping around his neck.

He leaned down then, his warm breath tickling my skin as he pressed a gentle forehead kiss against me—simple, yet electrifying. My cheeks were probably brighter than a cherry now, and I could feel the warmth seep into my very core. “You’re so cute when you blush like that,” he teased softly, pulling away just enough to look into my eyes.

I couldn’t help but laugh, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “And you’re impossible,” I replied, narrowing my eyes playfully. But deep down, I loved this side of him—the silly, flustered boy who could charm the world with just a smile.

He chuckled, his own cheeks tinged pink, and pulled me back into another hug. It felt like we had stepped away from the hectic world of streaming, surrounded by wires and screens, and were simply just Puffer and me—two souls intertwined in our own little sanctuary.

“Now, if you'll excuse me,” he said, slightly pulling back, “I have to entertain the masses, but I think I’ll be thinking about you the whole time.”

I watched as he settled back into his chair, the streamer persona taking over, but I could still see the spark of warmth in his eyes. And for a moment, amidst the glowing screens and endless chatter from his stream, I felt like the luckiest person in the world.

You’ve got me nervous to speak - Big Puffer

Chris (BigPuffer) is his usual loud, chaotic self on stream—until Pezzy’s younger sister shows up with food. The moment she walks in, he goes completely silent, totally stunned by her. While she playfully talks to him like nothing’s wrong, he struggles to form actual sentences. The boys and his chat immediately catch on that he’s crushing hard, clowning him the entire time as he tries (and fails) to act normal. - The Neighbourhood , Nervous

Big Puffer x Reader (Pezzy Sister)

Warnings: Fluff, mutual crush tension, streamer chaos, secondhand embarrassment, teasing from friends and chat.

The Neighbourhood Lyrics Masterlist - ⌂

Chris was in rare form that night.

Stream energy was chaotic. Pezzy was popping off in-game, Droid was making terrible jokes, Grizzy was laughing so hard he was choking, and Chris was in a full-on argument with chat.

“NO, I did not throw! Pezzy literally body-blocked me! ROLL THE CLIP—someone roll the clip, I swear to God—”

“Bro, you’re tweaking,” Droid muttered. “You walked into the grenade.”

Chris scoffed. “I did NOT walk into the—”

The door creaked open.

“Hey, Chris?”

He turned, mid-rant—and froze.

You stood there, holding a takeout bag and an iced drink in one hand, your other balancing a couple extra napkins and sauces. You wore comfy joggers and a hoodie, hair clipped back with a little bow that made you look unfairly adorable.

You smiled. “I brought you food. Hope you’re not too busy screaming to eat?”

Chris blinked. Once. Twice.

Nothing came out of his mouth.

Your brow quirked. “I… got your usual. Fries, extra sauce, and that strawberry lemonade you pretend you hate but drink in five seconds?”

Still no response.

On his screen, his face was full-cam—and the silence was deafening.

“HELLO??”

“LMAOO HE’S IN LOVE”

“THE BOW? SHE HAS A BOW? oh he’s DONE”

“Chris.exe has crashed.”

“No way he forgot how to TALK”

“Tell her she’s pretty you coward”

You chuckled, completely unfazed. “Do you want napkins? Or did you decide to live dangerously today?”

“I—uh—I… nap… sauce—wait, yes. Napkins. You—I mean—” He cleared his throat. “The napkins. Are good. Thank you. Very napkin. Wow.”

From the other room, a wheeze echoed.

“Yo.” Droid’s voice came through Chris’s headset. “She broke him. He’s done.”

“I thought he only got like this when we mention sushi,” Pezzy added with a laugh.

Chris shot a glare at his monitor. “SHUT UP.”

But his chat was already spiraling.

“Very napkin. Iconic.”

“CLIP IT. CLIP IT. CLIP IT.”

“That’s Pezzy’s sister, isn’t it? OHHHHH”

“Chris in love challenge: failed instantly”

You smiled sweetly. “Well. I’ll leave you to… whatever this is.”

“Wait!” Chris blurted, then immediately winced like he hadn’t meant to say it so fast. “I mean—uh, thanks. For the food.”

“Anytime,” you said softly, tilting your head. “You’re welcome, Puffer.”

And then you turned, hips swaying casually as you walked off back to the living room.

Chris turned back to his screen and facepalmed.

Droid’s face appeared in the corner. “You’re blushing, bro.”

“I’m not blushing.”

“Pezzy’s gonna kill you,” Grizzy chimed in, appearing on another cam.

“I’m not blushing!” Chris repeated.

“Bros flustered.”

“Imagine getting stunned by a pretty girl in sweats.”

“Tell her you love her or we will.”

“Can she come back pls?”

Chris groaned and yanked his hoodie over his head. “Chat, shut up. Everyone shut up. This stream’s OVER.”

But the stream was not over.

Because you popped your head back in with a teasing smirk. “Oh, by the way—I forgot to ask if you wanted ketchup or ranch.”

Chris stared. Again.

“Never mind,” you giggled. “Too stunned to speak, again.”

Pezzy could be heard cackling in the background.

☆Puffer

Nights like this

Battle of Burnout

A Heavy Burden

Sudden Embrace

Midnight Mischief

Girl Friend Moment Ver. Puffer

Fainting Spell Interrupts

Passionate Connection