What To Use Instead Of 'said'

Clooless Comfort

Summary: There lived a group of friends who shared not just a space but their lives, hopes, and dreams. Among them was you—someone who was once vibrant and full of laughter but had slowly retreated into the shadows of your own mind. Invisible barriers had formed around your heart, a self-made fortress cloaked in silence. (Trying something new)

TW: Cancer mentioned (not you), platonic relationships, angst, depression, comfort, stress.

For months, I had felt the weight of the world pressing down on my body. Each day became a monotonous blur of work and solitude. Friends become mere echoes in the background as I drift deeper into my room, isolating myself from their concern and companionship. I had perfected the art of smiling on the outside while wilting on the inside.

One dreary evening, as rain drummed steadily against the windows, my friends gathered in the living room—a bright corner of the house that seemed miles away from where you hid. They laughed, shared stories, and poured themselves into supportive banter, but in a moment of vulnerability, Puffer’s voice cut through the laughter. 

"She's cracking. She hides it well, but she's one bad day away from a full breakdown," he said, concern etched in his tone.

A chill ran through my spine, a mixture of guilt and fear. I wasn't trying to crack up; I just wanted to figure things out. But the way he articulated my struggle felt like a spotlight, and the shadows of the stairwell felt suffocating. 

"Goddammit. None of us can afford that right now," ElasticDroid chimed in. His deep, rumbling voice carried weight, and my heart sank as Pezzy and Grizzy nodded in agreement. The anxiety in their voices was palpable.

Hearing their unease, I instinctively reacted—not by reaching out, but by retreating into my sanctuary. I calmly walked to your room, but as my door clicked shut behind me, I could hear Pezzy's footsteps growing louder, determined to bridge the distance you had erected.

“No, no, no,” I whispered to yourself, panic creeping in as I dashed for my bed, hoping to disappear under its heavy blankets. I buried myself in the covers, my heart pounding. I Didn't want them to see me like this; I really didn’t want to become a burden.

But there’s an old saying momma used to say: "You can’t fight the storm, but you can learn how to dance in the rain." As I lay there, an unexpected thought crossed your mind. What if I didn’t have to fight alone? What if I let them in, just a little bit? What if I just listen to momma once last time? The fleeting warmth of possibility flutters in your chest.

Meanwhile, Pezzy, full of determination, knocked softly on your door. "Hey… are you okay in there?" His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to my inner turmoil. It was an invitation—one that could either lead to more walls being built or a shared burden becoming lighter.

At that moment, I had a choice but chose it quickly. I could open the door and let them in... or remain bound to the silence. Taking a shaky breath, I emerged from your cocoon of comfort, feeling the cool air brush against my skin.

I Stood by the door for a moment, then turned the knob, swinging it open slowly. Pezzy’s eyes widened, concern lingering, but there was warmth to—a promise that no journey was meant to be taken alone.

“Hey,” you said softly, vulnerability spilling into the space between you. “Can we talk?”

One by one, my friends came closer, filling my room with their presence. No longer just shadows on the wall, they were bright lights guiding me back home.

Pezzy, his brow furrowed with compassion, stepped forward first. “Of course we can talk. That’s what we’re here for.” He leaned against the doorframe, a comforting pillar of support, his smile warm and encouraging. 

Grizzy shuffled in behind him, a little uncertain but eager to help. “We’ve all been worried, you know? We miss you. It’s not the same when you’re not around.” His voice was gentle, but the sincerity in his eyes cut through the tension that had settled in your space.

Puffer glanced at the remnants of your cluttered room—discarded clothes, unmade bed, and scattered notebooks—before turning to you with a reassuring nod. “No judgment here. We all have our things. We’re just glad you’re ready to talk.”

Droid, usually the jokester, stood back, hands shoved in his pockets. His expressive eyes conveyed a seriousness that made the air almost tangible. “We’re a team, right? You don’t have to carry anything alone. Just let us in.”

I took a deep breath, the atmosphere buzzing with unspoken support. “I didn’t want to burden you. I thought I could handle it,” I finally admitted, my voice wavering. “But it’s been hard… really hard.”

“Life gets heavy sometimes. We’re here for the good and the bad,” Pezzy replied softly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

I felt the tears prick my eyes as the weight of their understanding washed over me. It was strange to feel so fragile yet so supported at the same time. “I just… I don’t know how to start.”

“Start anywhere,” ElasticDroid encouraged, gesturing exaggeratedly as if inviting you to choose your own adventure. “Share a thought, a feeling, or even just what kind of snacks you want. Just let it out.”

“Momma is back in the hospital, her cancer got worse, her medical bills are piling up, I just don't know how to handle this anymore.” I broke down in tears, sobbing my heart out. The words spilled out like a river, each one heavy with the weight of your unspoken anguish. You felt the dam break, emotions rushing forth in a torrent that had been carefully bottled up for too long. The room around you seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with compassion as your friends leaned closer, their eyes wide with concern and empathy.

Pezzy was the first to act, jumping off the bed and enveloping you in a comforting embrace. “Oh no… I’m so sorry,” he murmured into your hair, his voice soft like the gentle rustle of leaves. His warmth seeped into you, a lifeline in your despair.

Grizzy was soon by your side, placing a hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles as you let your sobs echo in the room. “You don’t have to carry this alone,” he said, his voice steady and kind.

“Yeah, we’re here for you. We’ll figure it out together,” ElasticDroid chimed in, his eyes a mix of concern and determination. “What can we do to help?”

As the tears fell, I felt the storm of emotions begin to settle, grounding me in their combined support. “I just feel so lost,” I choked between sobs, catching fragments of breath. “Momma is my rock, and now… I can't even be there for her like I want. I’m terrified.”

Droid, had shifted from levity to sincerity. “It’s okay to feel scared. You’re facing something unimaginable. But remember, you don’t have to tackle it all at once. Take it one step at a time. We can help you figure out what you need to do.”

With each shared sentiment, I felt the isolation that had enveloped my heart beginning to thaw. It was as if they were casting aside the fog, allowing in the light of support and understanding. I took a moment to breathe, trying to collect my scattered thoughts, knowing that there was strength in vulnerability.

“What if we work together to help with the bills? We could organize a fundraiser or pitch in ourselves,” Grizzy suggested, his brown eyes earnest and hopeful. “We all stream, we could have a game night fundraiser—anything to raise some money.”

“I can help with the online part,” ElasticDroid added eagerly, already brainstorming how to leverage social media to support you. “We can get the word out about your mom, her story… people can be surprisingly generous.”

“You’re not alone in this, okay?” Pezzy reiterated, his thumb gently wiping away the tears from my cheek. “You have a whole team behind you. We’ll figure out the logistics together.”

As I listened to their ideas, a sliver of hope began to pierce through the heaviness in my heart. I realized how fortunate I was to have friends who genuinely cared, who wanted to fight alongside me instead of watching you struggle alone. In that moment, I learned that it wasn’t just about your mom’s illness or the mounting bills; it was about allowing others to show up for you.

“I… I don’t know what I would do without you guys. Thank you for stepping up,” I managed to say, gratitude swelling in your chest. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” ElasticDroid said firmly, shaking his head. “We want to help. Your family, and nobody turns their back on family. That’s not how this works.”

As you took a deep breath, the full reality of your situation began to shift. Yes, the road ahead would be difficult, and the challenges were daunting—but you no longer felt like you were walking it alone. You had your friends, and they had your back.

Love Struck

Summary: As the soft glow of the moonlight filtered into the bedroom, casting gentle shadows on the walls, Droid lay beside you, propped on one elbow, whispering sweet nothings that danced on your skin like a feather light touch. The room was still, but his voice filled it with warmth.

TW: Established relationship, reliving memories, soft love

Inspired by Can't you see

“You know,” he began, his fingers playing with the strands of your hair as he peered into your eyes, “there are moments—little fragments of time—that play like a movie in my mind, reminding me why I fell for you.” His gaze softened, a fond smile teasing at the corners of his lips as he spoke, the memories illuminating his features.

“There was this day at the café when I first noticed you across the room,” he said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “You were sitting there, your brow slightly furrowed, deep in thought, but there was something else. Behind that blank facade, I could see a warmth that drew me in. Like the chill of the winter air suddenly giving way to spring sunlight.”

You smiled softly, recalling the moment, the way his eyes had sparkled with curiosity as he watched you, and the way your heartbeat quickened when you caught him staring back.

Droid continued, “And then you caught me… your lips curled into that playful smirk, and I knew I was done for. You batted your lashes, teasing me. I tried to glare, you know, to keep my stoic composure, but inside I was melting. That laugh of yours—the loud, boisterous kind—echoed through my mind, sealing the deal. It was impossible not to be intrigued.”

He paused, a distant look crossing his face. “And that one time at the gallery, when you beamed with pride at my photography,” he said, his smile widening with the memory. “You had this way of looking at me, like you believed in me and my dreams. It filled me with this childish joy, bursting at the seams. That’s what made me realize I wanted to be by your side.”

You shifted closer, and Droid lowered his voice to a soft whisper as if sharing a cherished secret. “In that busy room, with all the people around, it was you who caught my eye, my heart. I remember how your pupils dilated the moment you saw my work, how your excitement was infectious. It was like everything quieted down, and all that mattered was us.”

He reached out to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin. “Even now, as you drift asleep, there’s a peace in your face that calms me. I love you, and I love these moments—how they linger in the air between us. How you bring warmth to my coldest days and fill my heart with trust.”

Cat in what?! - Pezzy xF!reader

Summary: Pezzy sharing more than needed, but you just had to add on more

TW: English to spanish translation, established relationship

“Dónde estás meaning.” Pezzy said out loud as he was typing into google. “Yeah, where is? Where are you?”

“Um-uh WilltheMec thanks for the-uh- for the twoo months, bruh.” playfully appreciated 

User-name486: he’s learning *clap*

“I am learning! I know some spanish.” Pezzy claimed, “Like, taco and some inappropriate stuff ___ taught me.” 

Pezzy was all leaned back in his office rolly chair, stretching his arms out to each side. He looked into the camera and shook his head in a “yes” motion, but keeping his lips sealed.

“Like-um what's that one meat?” He questioned out loud “There's meat, I forgot what it's called.” He started rubbing his right eye, while reading chat.

“No. Uh-what's the one-uh the one chipotle; what is it called?” Pezzy stumbled through his words confusingly

“No-chip- Oh it is the chorizo? I think it might be that.” He agreed with chat with an uncertainty in his voice.

“Mahah- No it's barbacoa!” Pezzy laughed out at realization at his stupidity 

“There it is! Lets gooo.” Pezzy spewed with excitement “See I know 2 meats,I'm good at meats;  well anyway” Pezzy skipped through.

Name!user!!: what has ___ taught you

“Uh, what ___ taught me um-uh-haha I probably shouldn't say. She would probably kill me not gonna lie.” Pezzy let out a chuckle, playing it safe for ___’s safe.

“I want to learn another language, but at the same time I don't care since I got ___ to translate and order for me. Heheh” Pezzy snickered as if he found a life cheat code.

Then his office door opened and ___ stuck her head through the opening, making sure the camera could see her. Pezzy turned around to look at her, with an innocent looking face like “please don't kill”.

“Quiero a mi novia gata que está en sus pantalones.” she said out loud for the microphone to pick up, so chat could hear her. (I want my girlfriend's cat that's in her pants.)

“Babe! I wasn't going to say that on camera!” Pezzy yelled at her with his face turning red, as he started laughing that she said it so nonchalantly.

“Stay scarred chat!” __ walked out of the room after that, as Pezzy was trying not to die of embarrassment

“Love you babe, also chat please send me that clip.” You could hear ___ yell outside the door.

Drunk Pezzy

Summary: A small blurb from Pezzy being drunk...

TW: Drunk people, Drunk actions, alcohol, cursing, established relationship.

“I’m done, no more drinkies for me.” Droid hiccup while sitting on Pezzy’s bed, Puffer and Grizzy chuckled at him.

Puffer and Grizzy were at his desk, Grizzy was sitting in his chair while puffer was standing on his right side with the mouse in his hand.

“Are there speakers on this Pezzy?” Puffer inquired while looking in his settings for something {idr someone lmk}.

Droid got up with the alcohol in his right hand laughing at Pezzy stumbling to lean on the bathroom door/wall to the bathroom. Once he got his bearings somewhat straight, he put his right hand on the door knob and twisted it open. Pezzy didn’t have full control of his body, as he opened the door he fell right with the door. Gravity took control and made him hit the floor, Droid got the door, Grizzy popped up from the chair, as Puffer moved quickly to check on him as if they didn't have a single drink. 

“Oh my god, what the fuck?” Droid stated due to Pezzy falling

“Hey Bella, you might wanna come in here!” Puffer called for his girlfriend 

~

Knock, knock.

“Hey, is the camera on?” I asked timidly while the door cracked open a little bit.

“Yeah, we can block you from it.” Droid suggested.

“Okay I’m coming in, and tell me what happened to his stupid ass i didn't catch it on stream.” I commented walking in wearing my fuzzy lavender shorts and cardigan with my white cropped tank top with my slippers on meeting Droid at the door, so he can body block the camera on his left.

“He fell on his ass, lost his balance while opening the door.” Puffer explained shortly as Droid walked me to the bathroom, shaking my head at him.

I got on my knees, to check on his head and his wrist, no scrapes, no blood, and thankfully no broken bones.

“Hi baby, did you have a little bit too much to drink?” I teasingly asked Pezzy.

“Mmmm maybe babe.” He slurred with a small chuckle while shaking his head yes. 

“Alrighty, well you aren’t bleeding and have no broken bones so you are good, just drunk. I’ll let you get back with the boys, okay?” I smiled  while holding eye contact.

“Okay babe, i'll call ya back when the stream ends.” He replied .

I got back up to my feet, holding my hand out to him to help him out of the bathroom but, Grizzy came in and picked him up so i wouldn't have too. I laughed a little bit too hard seeing him being basically princess carried out of the bathroom. Droid and Puffer body blocked the camera for me to leave the room without my face being shown to camera for long. I went back down the stairs to resume baking all types of sweets that the boys will appreciate, this time I will pay attention to his stream, a little bit more attentively. 

“What, y’all saw my girlfriend? Isn't she the sweetest and prettiest?” He asked the chat I shook my head in a lovingly manner.

“Hi chat :) <3”

Please do a wedding follow up of pezzy proposal! 💌💌💌💌

Euphoric Wedding

Summary: Yours and Pezzy's Wedding

TW: it's a wedding day what do you expect?

In the heart of Lubbock, Texas, a charming event center named The Willows stood nestled among tall trees of Willows and vibrant flowers. It was the perfect setting for a quaint wedding, and for one couple, it was about to become the backdrop of their greatest adventure.

After four years of laughter-filled dates, shared dreams, and countless memories, ___ and Pezzy were ready to take the plunge into the wonderful world of marriage. They had met over Discord, where Pezzy was known for his infectious enthusiasm and laughter, while ___ was known for her kind heart and her wildness. Together, they created a bond so strong that their friends often joked they were destined for an enchanting chapter in life.

As their wedding day approached, the excitement in the air was palpable. The Willows, known for its breathtaking décor, had been transformed into a dreamy landscape filled with twinkling fairy lights, delicate floral arrangements, and a hint of magic. With the sun setting in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything, it felt like a scene straight out of a storybook.

On the morning of the wedding, ___ woke up bursting with excitement. Her bridal party gathered around her, the room alive with laughter and joyful chatter as they all helped her prepare for the momentous occasion. As they helped her slip into her elegant dress—soft lace draping beautifully down her back and delicate embroidery twinkling like stars—___ couldn’t help but remember the first time she met Pezzy. A late night session with the guys, just all hanging out and talking about life on that call.

Meanwhile, Pezzy was in the other room, nervously adjusting his bow tie and practicing his vows. Surrounded by his family and friends, they shared stories about their favorite moments with ___, from her daring spirit to her endless support. Each reminiscence echoed with laughter, and with every joke, Pezzy felt the excitement bubbling closer to the surface. Punching through his nerves, he was determined to make this day unforgettable for ___.

As the ceremony began, guests gathered under a sprawling oak tree adorned with delicate ribbons and fairy lights. ___ walked down the aisle, her heart racing with anticipation. Pezzy’s breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of her in her stunning gown, a vision of beauty and grace. With every step she took, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in this moment of love—a moment they would cherish forever.

As ___ glided down the aisle, the gentle rustle of leaves danced with the warm Texas breeze, creating a soft melody that accompanied her every step. Each eye in the gathering was drawn to her—the way her gown shimmered in the golden light, how her floral bouquet seemed to perfectly mirror the vibrant hues of the wildflowers blooming nearby, and the sparkle in her eyes that spoke of joy and love.

Pezzy stood at the altar, his heart racing and a smile plastered across his face. In that moment, as he beheld her, time felt suspended—the laughter and whispers of their friends blurred into the background, and all that mattered was ___, radiant and filled with the promise of a shared future. His mind flooded with memories of their journey—the moments of growth, the trials faced, and the dreams woven together under the stars during their late-night talks.

As she approached, he could see every detail—the way her hair fell elegantly around her shoulders, the subtle blush on her cheeks, and the love shining in her eyes. It was as if she was walking on air, surrounded by an ethereal glow crafted by the fairy lights above. They had planned every detail of this day, but nothing could compare to the sheer magic of seeing her here, at this moment.

When she reached the altar, the atmosphere shifted, pulling them deeper into their own world. The officiant began to speak, his voice soft but resonant, sharing words about love, commitment, and the beauty of partnership. Yet, all Pezzy could hear was the steady rhythm of his heart echoing in his chest. 

___ stood in front of him, her hands trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the overwhelming joy of the present moment. They exchanged glances filled with unspoken promises, and with every word spoken by the officiant, a familiar warmth enveloped them—a connection so profound that it was as if every moment had led them to this very point.

“___,” Pezzy began, his voice steady yet filled with warmth, “since the day we met, you’ve brought sunshine into my life. You've taught me what it means to love and be loved in return. I promise to stand by your side as your partner, your confidant, and your best friend. I vow to support your dreams and to chase my own alongside you.” 

A smile bloomed on ___'s face as she held onto each word, feeling them settle deep in her heart. She was taken back to the countless afternoons they had spent under the Texas sun, laughing and planning their futures, each moment like a thread woven into the fabric of their love story.

With her heart racing, ___ took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. She began, “Pezzy, from our very first conversation, I knew you were special. You have this incredible ability to make the simplest moments feel extraordinary. I vow to be your anchor when life feels turbulent and to celebrate every joy with you. I promise to be patient, to cherish our differences, and to continue learning about you each day.”

Pezzy’s heart swelled as he listened to her voice, rich with sincerity and love. He felt an overwhelming rush of gratitude to be standing here with her, committed to sharing their life’s journey together. 

“Today, I choose you and I will choose you again every day,” she continued, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. “Most importantly I promise to find you in every lifetime.”

With vibrations of laughter and love propelling them both, they exchanged their rings—a symbol of their commitment. The officiant held the rings aloft, illuminating them under the warm glow of the fairy lights above. “These rings are a circle of love that speaks of forever.”

Pezzy took a deep breath, his heart racing as he slid the delicate band onto ___’s finger, murmuring, “With this ring, I give you my love. Wear it as a sign of my devotion.”

___ then took Pezzy’s hand, slipping the ring onto his finger with a smile that radiated promise. “And with this ring, I embrace you as my husband, a testament of my unwavering love for you.”

Their voices intertwined, harmonizing effortlessly, encapsulating a world filled with devotion and adventure. “I am yours, and you are mine, today and always.”

With their vows complete, the officiant smiled and turned to the crowd. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

With the officiant's words hanging in the air, time seemed to slow. The world around ___ and Pezzy faded into a soft blur; the laughter of friends, the rustling leaves, and the shimmering fairy lights melted away, leaving only their two hearts beating in sync. 

Pezzy stepped closer, his gaze locked onto ___'s, a mix of awe and love swirling in his chest. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, a comforting, familiar presence that made everything else seem inconsequential. ___’s eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, reflecting a future filled with dreams yet to be realized.

With a gentle hand, Pezzy cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing softly across her skin. The world around them erupted in applause, but in that moment, it felt as if they were suspended in time, a cocoon of love sealing them away from everything but the intimacy of their connection.

As Pezzy leaned in, he could feel the rhythm of his heart echoing in his ears—each breath they took synchronized, bringing them closer together, enveloped in a feeling of pure euphoria. He could see the little details of ___—the small glint of her earrings, the soft curls of her hair that framed her face, and the tiny smile playing at the corners of her lips. 

When their lips finally met, it was soft yet electric, a sweet mingling of warmth and love. The kiss was a promise—a promise to not just share the ups and downs of life, but to cherish every moment, every adventure, every quiet night spent together. It was a culmination of every laugh they'd shared, every obstacle they had faced, and every dream they had dared to dream.

The crowd erupted into joyful cheers and applause, their love radiating like the vibrant golden sunset in the Texas sky. Friends and family stood, clapping and laughing, their faces bright with smiles. The joy was contagious—a reminder of the love that surrounded the couple, a circle of support that would encircle them as they embarked on their journey together.

As they separated for a moment, Pezzy looked deeply into ___’s eyes and whispered, “I can’t believe we’re finally here.” 

___ giggled, brushing a rogue tear from her cheek, “This is just the beginning, Pezzy.” 

Together, they turned to face their friends and family, hands clasped, beaming with happiness. Laughter and love filled the air as they walked back down the aisle together, bustles of colorful flower petals showering down over them like confetti—symbolizing the joyful beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

Every face in the crowd exuded warmth and love, signaling the support that would accompany them through this exciting new adventure. The echoes of their vows lingered in the air—a promise of commitment that filled their hearts and the hearts of every person present. 

As they prepared to enter the next part of their celebration, Pezzy pulled ___ closer, her head resting against his shoulder. “Forever feels pretty wonderful with you,” he murmured.

“Yes, it does,” she replied, smiling up at him as they stepped into the embrace of their loved ones, ready to dance, celebrate, and weave their love story into the tapestry of their lives.

Cleared Crash - Pezzy x Biker!F!Reader

Summary: A midnight ride, will it ever go right?

TW: Angst (?), established relationship, bike ride gone bad, crying, hospitals, lmk if i missed anything <3

“Hey babe?” I popped my head into Pezzy’s office

“Hey I’m streaming what's up?” Pezzy informs while muting his mic

“Just wanted to let you know I’m going out for a night ride.” I told him while showing him my marron red helmet.

“Okay babe, try to be safe and ill put my phone on sound.” Pezzy says while unmuting his phone with a small flick.

“I’ll try but you know how it is.” I say closing his door walking to our garage, to Scarlette, my red bike.

I finished putting all of my gear on, put my riding gloves on and roared Scarlette to life with a turn of a key.

The moon hung low in the night sky, a silver pendant in a velvet tapestry. The air was crisp, with reddish orange leaves swirling in playful chaos around ____ as she revved the engine, the familiar roar sending adrenaline coursing through her veins.The world around her melted away, and all that remained was the throaty growl of her bike and the labyrinthine road ahead. Each ride felt like a daring dance with freedom, and tonight was no different.

Back across town, Pezzy was in the middle of his live stream, a charming blend of humor and gaming that had earned him a dedicated following. His viewers immediately tuned in, drawn to his infectious laughter and quirky commentary. Yet, as he glanced at the chat, he felt a tiny, creeping unease every time he saw ___’s empty seat beside him. She was his partner, his confidante, and he found a part of himself missing in her absence. 

As ____ navigated the winding roads, feeling the thrill of the wind against her skin, she was momentarily lost in thought—her mind drifting to Pezzy, his warm smile, and the way he always managed to bring light into the darkest corners of her day. In her heart, she felt a pang of guilt for leaving him behind as she embarked on her nightly adventures.

____ sliced through the night, a silhouette loomed suddenly—a car, with no lights on, darting from a side street, a ghost in the shadows. Time seemed to freeze for an agonizing moment as their eyes locked, panic sparking between them like a live wire. ____'s heart raced as she swerved, but it was too late. The impact was thunderous, a collision that sent her sprawling to the asphalt—pain erupting in a cascade of darkness.

Somewhere distant, a siren wailed in the night, merging with the shouts of onlookers and the crackle of concern that filled the air. The world blurred, and sensation dulled—fragments of reality drifted like autumn leaves caught in a storm. 

Back in his modest room, Pezzy suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine. He glanced at the door, feeling an unease gnawing at his gut, when his phone rang—a stranger's number flashing ominously. Heart pounding, he answered it, his voice thick with anxiety, “Hello?”

“Is this Pezzy?” The voice on the line was steady but grim. 

“Yeah, who is this?” His voice wavered, dread pooling inside him. 

“This is St. Mary’s Hospital. I’m afraid there’s been an accident involving your girlfriend, ____.”

Pezzy’s vision tunneled, the vibrant colors of his gaming world distorting into grays and blacks. “What happened?” he gasped, his throat tightening around the words.

“She was hit by a car while riding her motorcycle. She’s being treated now, but you should come to the hospital immediately.”

“Um okay chat, I GOT to  go like now. I will update y’all later but I dont know.” Pezzy said, without a moment's hesitation, he ended the stream, his mind racing as he fumbled for his keys.

The world around him blurred, the glow of the computer screen fading to an echo. He dropped the headset and bolted for the door, despair fueling every panicked breath. The streets raced by him in a blur, each passing car taunting him with a lingering fear that he couldn’t shake—the fear of losing ____, the spark in his life.

When Pezzy arrived, the hospital loomed like a giant sentinel, cold and unfeeling. The sterile smell of antiseptics overwhelmed him, but the fear lodged like a stone in his throat. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he navigated the sterile corridors, every step heavy with dread. He found himself standing before the emergency room doors, clutching his phone as if it were a talisman against the unknown.

“___ ____,” he gasped. The receptionist looked at him, concerned, flooding her eyes as she prepared to relay the news.

Moments dragged into eternity. At last, a doctor emerged, his expression a mask of professionalism laced with concern. “She’s stable but unconscious. We’re monitoring her injuries. You can see her, but only for a few minutes.”

As he stepped into the dimly lit room, Pezzy’s heart broke at the sight of Bella—pale and fragile among the tangle of wires and machines. He approached her bedside, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor grounding him like an anchor in a storm. ___ laid unconscious in the stark white room, her body bandaged and bruised, possibly broken. Pezzy could hardly recognize the vibrant woman he loved; it felt like viewing a ghost. The beeping of the monitors slowly turned into a dreadful rhythm, and the longer he stood there, the more he felt the weight of an impending darkness.

“_____,” he whispered, his voice quivering. “You have to fight. I need you… we need you.” Taking her hand, he soaked in the warmth of her fingers despite the chill of the room. Memories flooded through his mind—their adventures, the laughter that echoed through their lives, the long talks that stretched into the early hours. How could life be so cruel?

Hours passed like a quiet eternity, until finally, as dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight danced through the window painting the room a beautiful ombre. Pezzy’s mind raced through memories of them together—the way she laughed, how she always found the good in everything, and those quiet moments when they would sit together in comfortable silence. He clutched her hand tightly, fear and love intertwining in his chest. His eyes started melting like ice, the water just flowed down his face.

Then, breaking through the haze of despair, her eyes fluttered open. For a moment, ____ stared blankly at the unrecognized, sterile ceiling before her ____ gaze finally shifted to meet his eyes. Pezzy's breath hitched like it was stuck in this throat. He saw the flicker of recognition morph into relief, then love in her haze-y eyes. 

“____?” he breathed, hardly believing it, the warmth of hope igniting.

“_____,” he whispered repeatedly, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Hey, I’m right here. You’re safe,” he said, relief flooding his chest as he felt her fingers tighten around his hand.

“Pezzy?” Her voice was hoarse, fragile. A smile began to break through the fear; so delicate yet fierce. “What… happened?” ___ choked out. 

“You got into an accident, but you’re going to be okay. I promise.” He brushed a stray hair from her face, his heart aching with the depth of his feelings. “Let’s get through this together, alright?”

As her fingers tightened around his, she could feel the warmth spread through her, battling against the chill of fear that had crept in during her unconsciousness. In that hospital room, amidst the stark walls and low beeping machines, they silently vowed to each other to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

Rain Dance

Summary: Dancing in the rain can help with some excietment

TW: Established relationship, kissing,

As you yanked your boyfriend, ElasticDroid, off the couch, a burst of laughter escaped your lips. His surprise was etched on his face as he stumbled slightly, his human form momentarily swaying under the sudden tug. You all but dragged him through the front door, and the brisk scent of petrichor filled your lungs as the raindrops tapped a playful rhythm on the pavement outside.

"Wait!" he called out, amusement sparkling in his eyes, but you were already outside, the cool droplets soaking in around you like a warm embrace. You've always dreamt of this moment—dancing together in the rain, letting the world fade away, leaving only the sound of your laughter mingling with the pitter-patter of raindrops.

You spun around, arms open wide, letting the rain splash against your outstretched palms. With each drop that fell, you felt freer, lighter, as if the whole universe was conspiring to grant your wish. ElasticDroid joined you, and without a second thought, he reached for your hand.

“Is this how the story goes?” he said, grinning, his eyes twinkling like stars against the gray sky. “Dancing in the rain?”

“Exactly!” you replied, your voice almost drowned out by the rain. “Let’s make our own story!”

You began to twirl and jump, your feet splashing through puddles, creating mini explosions of water that sent droplets glimmering through the air like tiny diamonds. ElasticDroid laughed, his laughter harmonizing with the rain’s song, and soon he was copying your moves, albeit with his own flair. 

“Watch this!” he said, bending his knees and launching into a mock ballet leap that sent his body soaring into the air for just a second too long. Gravity pulled him down, but his ElasticDroid powers allowed him to land gracefully in a puddle, sending water flying in all directions.

You doubled over in laughter, the sound echoing off the houses lining the street. “I think you just invented a new dance style!” You couldn’t help but tease as you dove into the puddle next to him, joining the impromptu performance.

With a wild sense of adventure in your hearts, you both started a splash battle, leaping and dodging between the rain-soaked pools on the sidewalk. Each splash was met with squeals of delight, some playful shoves, and embraces filled with joy. The rain and laughter merged into a symphony of happiness and freedom, erasing the worries of the day.

It wasn’t long before you laid back on the wet grass, your breathing heavy from laughter, staring up at the clouds. While the rain continued to play its sweet melody around you, ElasticDroid turned to look at you. “You know, I love moments like these,” he said softly, leaning on his elbow, a playful seriousness crossing his features.

“Me too,” you replied, shifting to rest your head on his shoulder. “Who cares about getting wet or muddy when there’s always magic in the air?”

The rain eventually began to ease, and the clouds broke slightly to let rays of sunlight peek through, illuminating the world with a golden glow. You both sat up, soaking wet but blissfully happy, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

As the first rays of sunlight broke through the dissipating clouds, the world around you transformed. The waterlogged grass shimmered like emeralds in the warm glow, and the droplets still clinging to the leaves glinted like jewels set against the sky. You looked into ElasticDroid's eyes, which sparkled with shared joy and laughter, and felt your heart swell with affection.

In that magical moment, everything else faded away—the world, the noise of the city, the remnants of the rain. It was just the two of you and a timeless connection. Instinctively, you raised your arms to wrap them around his neck, drawing him closer as you leaned into him. His warmth enveloped you like a welcome blanket, contrasting perfectly with the coolness left by the rain.

You stood on your tiptoes, your heart racing, as you leaned in for a kiss. The world melted away as your lips met his, soft and tender, a revelation amidst the lingering chaos. The sun’s rays painted shadows on your faces, accentuating the sheer joy of the moment—everything around you became a soft-focus backdrop to what felt like a perfect dream.

Electricity crackled in the air, as if magic itself sparked between you. The kiss deepened, both of you pouring your laughter, your playful moments, and your shared love into this single, powerful exchange. A feeling of completeness washed over you, stirring all the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry of delight.

As you pulled away, breathless and grinning, a sense of triumph filled your heart. “You know,” you said playfully, looking up into his eyes, “we really should dance in the rain more often. It seems to bring out our best selves.”

ElasticDroid chuckled, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face. “I think we just unlocked a secret level of joy,” he replied, his voice deep and warm. “Every rainy day should come with a dance card!”

Just then, a gentle breeze stirred the air, sending a few stray droplets around you, as if nature itself were joining in on your celebration. You both laughed again, this time more softly, as you broke from your embrace and stepped back from the puddles that now surrounded you. 

“Let’s make a pact,” you suggested, eyes sparkling with inspiration. “For every rainy day we get, we’ll dance together—anywhere and everywhere. Our own little tradition.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said, his smile wide and genuine. “But just so you know, I have no qualms about embarrassing myself to make you laugh.”

“And that’s why I love you!” you teased lightly, giving his arm a playful squeeze as you both turned back toward the house.

As you made your way inside, still dripping wet but feeling as if you were glowing, you could hardly contain your excitement for the next adventure. You knew that life was not just about the days that were sunny and warm; it was also about finding love and laughter, even in the rain.

☆ElasticDroid

Rain Dance

Mezcal Sour

The Kindhearted Kings

Sizzlin Saturdays

Study Buddy

Sassy Steamy Stream

Girlfriend Moment

Cute Streamer

Clip Worthy

Oso Attack

Date Night w/Droid

Midnight Lament

Coast

Turn it Off

The Saviour of The Day

Devastating Dinner

Fun Lovin'

Love Struck

Veiled Wedding

Truth or Hydrate

Drowsy Hallucinations

Clooless Queen

Summary: In the vibrant world of the Clooless Podcast, the air was electric with excitement. Grizzy, Puffer, Droid, and Pezzy were bustling around, their chatter filled with laughter and enthusiasm as they set the stage for their latest adventure. This time, it wasn't just about banter; it was about showcasing their newly dropped merch, and who better to model it than their very own Clooless Queen?

TW: play flirting

The day began with a spin on the bikes. Clad in the latest colorful jackets emblazoned with quirky designs and the iconic Clooless logo, I hopped onto my bike, the wind whipping through my hair. Grizzy captured the moment, snapping a pic as I zoomed past him, striking a pose mid-pedal with a playful grin. 

Next, it was Pezzy’s turn. With a cheeky grin, he offered me a ride on his custom bike, adorned with every sticker imaginable. I climbed on, laughing as the bike wobbled playfully beneath us. Grizzy caught a shot of us zooming around, a dynamic duo resembling a scene straight out of a cartoon. 

Then came the iconic “Clooless Koala Bear” moment. I playfully hopped onto Droid's back while he pretended to be massively burdened, stumbling around while everyone else erupted in guttural laughter. "Look at the Clooless Queen taking her royal ride," Puffer joked, camera in hand to immortalize our fun-filled moments. I felt like the star of a sensational circus act, draped in Clooless gear, cheerful as can be.

The laughter crescendoed as we moved to the arcade. My competitive spirit came alive; we challenged each other to a heated showdown in a retro arcade game. With the pixels flashing before my eyes, I knocked out the highest score, echoing cheers from the crew. “Clooless Queen strikes again!” Droid yelled, tossing a high five my way. 

And just when I thought the day couldn't get any better, we all gathered for a collective photo shoot, the sun setting behind us casting golden light over our shenanigans. Puffer, trying to flirt in his own unique way, declared, “With you wearing those Clooless threads, the world better get ready to recognize the Clooless Queen,” making everyone laugh endlessly at his charming offbeat bravado.

The playful banter continued as we struck poses for the camera. I felt like a celebrity, flaunting the merch with each exaggerated flourish—twists, jumps, and mock runway walks. The vibrant colors of our jackets popped against the pastel hues of the sunset, as if we were a walking canvas of joy. 

As the freezing frames captured our animated expressions, Pezzy leaned in closer and whispered, “Seriously, though—no one wears those threads quite like you do. You bring the hype in a whole new way!” The sincerity behind his playful words made my heart swell; I could feel the warmth of their appreciation wrapping around me like one of those cozy cloaks from our merch line.

MJF in pink is *chefs kiss*