Used to be just Void in you heart fem!reader x Agoti but I thought might as well just put all my FNF x reader in one book since this has gotten a lot of reads already.
Some important keys
❤️- romantic relationship
💚- platonic relationship
🤍- flu...
First off, can I just say thank you for 1k+ reads 😭😭🤍 Like wow!! I didn't expect this many read and I've only posted 3 parts to this.
There will be heavy angst at the start of this so if you're not a fan of angst this chapter isn't for you. It will be followed by fluff, don't worry I'm not planning on making you lot cry(Yet 👀).
⚠️TW‼️mention of guns and graphic description of blood.⚠️ I feel a little more confident in writing angst than fluff. I think it's because I'm a sadist 💀 (REVISED AND IMPROVED)
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Gunshot
Pico bolted across the school halls as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn't know where he was going, all he could focus on was to get away. The hallway felt like an endless stretch with lockers on each side. Some of them had graffiti on them and some were left swinging open.
"Not this again."
Another gunshot
A familiar feeling overtook him as he sensed that something terrible was about to happen. He just didn't know what but it was at the tip of his tongue, and it frustrated him. Unfortunately, his instincts were correct.... He stopped abruptly when he saw you on the floor, limb on the side. Rushing towards you, he held onto your face, cradling it. Your breathing was shallow from the bullet that went through your chest and pierced a hole in your lungs. You were bleeding profusely and the blood pooled under your body and your shirt was soaked in the red liquid. Your conscious was slowly slipping away and Pico felt so helpless. He pulled your body toward him and held onto you.
"Don't leave me, please!"
Pico shot up from his bed breathing heavily. He eyed his surroundings, the room he was in was completely dark but he knew he was in his room when he felt the familiar mattress underneath him. His heart was hammering like a drum in his chest as he recollected the dream that he just had. It was bucketing outside with occasional thunder rolling in and the wind was whistling violently. The loud sound of thunder brought flashbacks of the gunshot and made Pico unstable. He rolled to the side and put the bedside lamp on which nearly lit up the whole room. Turning back, Pico could see the duvet was in a tangle, like someone had just had a fight with it and the bedsheet was stained in sweat. The aftermath of his restless sleep. He turned back to the bedside table, the light was shining on his uzi and his phone sitting on the surface of the table.
The thought of calling you hatched in his mind. Just hearing your voice to make sure you're safe. As he reached for his phone he stopped, rethinking his decision. What if you get mad that he woke you up? What if you don't even answer? His hand was still hovering over the phone. There was another roll of thunder; the loud noise put Pico on edge, making him grasp the phone without another thought. Opening his phone, he went onto his contacts and scrolled to your name and tapped on it. The page went to your profile with the profile picture that he saved of you. Looking at the picture, he could feel his heart swelling and cheeks slightly heating.
He wanted you by his side.
He needed you.
He tapped on the call button and waited anxiously as he fidgeted with his clothes. Just when he was about to hang up after five rings, you picked up the call. "Pico?" Your voice sounded hoarse which meant that you had just woken up, nevertheless it thawed Picos fear. "(y/n)." he tried to hide the strain in his voice but it didn't go unnoticed by you. "Pico, what's wrong?" You asked, your voice was a little clearer now showing that you were worried. "Oh nothing, I just can't sleep" was all he could say "Alright, I'm coming over." Before Pico could answer, the line was cut off. He swung his legs to the side of the bed and climbed down, dusting the sheets and lazily placed the duvet over. All he could do now was just wait for you.
You arrived 15 minute later. It was still raining heavily outside. What did he do to deserve someone like you to be there for him even at the most inconvenient times? Pico let you in, he placed your umbrella to the side, ready to be picked up when you'd leave, whenever that would be. You still had your loungewear underneath your coat. You made your way to the bathroom to freshen up. Pico's heart was beating rapidly but this time it wasn't out of fear. It was from the adrenaline rush from your presence. Fortunately, he was able to keep his composure when walked back towards him.
"Alright come on, let's help you get to sleep" you both ambled to Pico's room. The bedside lamp was still on. Pico moved the duvet and climbed onto the bed with you following after, both facing one another with your arms wrapped around each other. Pico buries his face on the crook of your neck. There was another booming sound of thunder making Pico tighten his grip around you. "Shh it's okay I'm here Pico" you gently ushered him and tried to calm him. You combed your fingers through his ginger hair. Hearing your steady heartbeat, feeling your chest slowly rise and fall to your breathing and the warmth of your touch; they soothed him. Comforted him from his previous nightmare. You're here in his arms and alive. "Thank you..." Pico whispers to avoid disrupting the peace "...for everything." You smiled fondly, "Of course" Pico knew you were doing all of this to be a good friend and earn his trust.
How would things be like if there was more between us?
One day, Pico will confess his feelings. Maybe when he's not so vulnerable like this.
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