cute lil pezzy fic inspired by his insta post. im still kinda rusty so it's not my best work but.... also no use of y/n because yeah😇
Cold night air nips at my exposed legs. I, like a genius, decided to go out to a random Youtuber party, drinking enough to kill a small child, and now here I am standing on the side of the road. See, I had been banking on my ability to get an Uber, but because of the amount of abuse I put my phone through that night, it had died. So, right before it decided to shut off, I messaged my boyfriend Max, better known online as Pezzy, to come pick me up. He had been nervous about me going out alone anyway, so he’d been on standby, thank God. So now I'm here standing on the curb in a pair of shorts and a tube top, really dressing for the weather. I am broken out of my self-inflicted mental abuse on my choice of clothing by a steadily growing rumble, I smile at the sound that I’d recognize anywhere. Max’s bright headlight pierce the cold night, acting as a literal lighthouse for me. He pulls over to the curb I'm standing on and slides his helmet off. Even though it's freezing, I still feel myself heating up looking at him. He's truly so pretty; it's not fair. “I told you not to go alone,” he grumbles, moving up on the seat to make room for me. “Shhhh, you know what that’s.. No.. i liked it yeah” my intoxication clear from my jumbled speech. I stumble towards the bike as he grabs the spare helmet he had gotten me for our six-month anniversary and hands it to me. “Okay lets just… get you home okay?” he sighs, i giggle and hop on the back of his bike wrapping my arms around him and pulling my body as close to him as possible “Mm you smell good like” I say with my face buried in his back, he doesnt respond just smiling.
We coast along the road, which is basically abandoned, so Max randomly speeds up, making me squeal and clutch him harder, much to his amusement. When he's not scarring me, I can enjoy the view. The dark night sky contrasts with the blur of the city lights, we are just far enough away that the lights look like a blur of fireflies and neon. The view has always been my favorite part of night rides. I rest my head on Max's back and sigh, feeling at peace.
After about 20 minutes, we arrive home, Max supporting my shaky walking while I hobble to the door. Creaking the door open, I immediately start cooing for our cat while kicking my shoes off, but I immediately forget it as soon as I notice the couch. Flopping onto it and grabbing Max to fall with me, I let out a soft umph as his body falls on top of mine. I wrap my arms and legs around him and sigh into his neck. “Thank you, love, for picking me up. You're a lifesaver,” I mumble against his shoulder. He lets out a soft chuckle and responds, “Of course, plus you're a cute drunk. I can't miss this opportunity.” I pull out of his neck and giggle. “Whatever gets you to save me,” I say before touching my nose against his. He smiles with love in his eyes. “I'll always pick you up,” he says softly. At this statement, I relax and drift off to sleep with my human blanket of a boyfriend on top of me.
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