You, Pezzy, Puffer, Droid, and Grizzy had been living together for a few months now, but your friendship spanned years. The five of you had banded together to become streamers, and today was a special occasion: a sleep stream. Everyone was sprawled out comfortably on your oversized couch, the centerpiece of your living room. Pezzy was nestled in the corner to your left, a cozy blanket wrapped around him. To your right sat Droid, who was trying to find a comfortable position amidst the pillows. Puffer was next to Droid, occasionally tossing a sleepy glance your way, while Grizzy lounged at the far end, already deep in slumber.

Hours had passed, and while Grizzy had succumbed to the allure of sleep, the rest of you remained wide awake, thanks in large part to the relentless stream of donations and loud videos from your viewers. Each notification was a jolt, drawing you further from the embrace of sleep. It felt like an endless cycle—every time you started to drift off, another blaring video would echo through the room, keeping everyone on high alert.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the chaos seemed to quiet down. One by one, grizzy, Puffer, and Droid began to succumb to fatigue, their eyelids growing heavy. Before long, it was just you and pezzy left.

The chat long forgotten, you had your head on his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your back in a soothing way. Every now and then he placed a kiss to the top of your head. After a little while you moved your head to look up at him, with a smile he pressed small repeated kisses to your lip, it was his favourite thing to do.