Smokers (Friday Night Funkin' Pico x Reader)

Practicin'

Don't be a bitch.

Don't be a bitch.

I pull my electric guitar out along with the small portable amp for it. Turning it on, I plugged my guitar into it and pretended to tune it to buy myself some time. Pico watched my every move. "I'll be honest Pico," I said as I strummed a chord. "It's been a while since I've sang in front of anyone, I may have been well known in my community, but that's only because I used to sing a shit ton for crowds when I was younger."

He shrugs. "It's fine. Just show me whatcha got, chick. I can't wait any longer to face against a new opponent!"

As he got more comfortable with me, his confidence and bold demeanor increased. It was different, but I almost found it cute. That's also new. Me finding Pico of all people cute, huh? His influence was contagious. I strummed my guitar once more and started singing one of my favorite songs, 'Flutter' by Julie.

'I was telling him'
'The other day that,'
'I would be the one'
'To make her stay but'

'Who's cryin',
'Now on my shoulder?'

'Who's cryin',
'Now that I told her?'

...

'In a mile I can feel your legs'
'I wish away the pain, it's red'
'I'm draped in lead, I'm heavy as a slug'
'Drag the body under rug'

• • •

As I finished the song, my guitar trailing off with it, I keep looking at the city lights. I use my tongue to fiddle with my snake bites, weary of Pico's reaction. I finally muster up the courage to look at him and notice he was recording. "You were recording this whole time—?!" He nodded. "I like actually good music. Sometimes I use it as inspiration or make beats for my raps." A bit embarrassed, I look away. "You really don't sound bad whatsoever. You gotta give yourself more credit; you sound even better than me and I'm pretty damn good." He smirks.

What a cocky bastard.

I unplug my guitar and put everything away.

-Pico's POV 🔫-

Hypnotic. Feathery. Comforting. I can't find the words to describe her voice. She surely practices every day. The singing, the pitches, everything about it made the song perfect.

I wonder if she'd be willing to do a duet with me during the competition.

-Y/n's POV-

"Would you want to partner up tonight? You genuinely sound really good."

I look at him. "That really doesn't seem all that bad. Should we practice together after setting up the stage?"

Pico nods and stands up. He hops back onto the roof and we begin to get to work. I text Cherry.

🍒Cherry🍒

Hey Cher, we're at the roof of this office
building right now. We're setting up for your little rap competition tonight.

Perfect timing! Everyone's headed
there now. See you there, babes!

I set my phone down. "We gotta hurry, everyone's headed here right now." Pico opens a small chest, revealing festival lights, cord extensions, and LEDs. We take the LEDs and place them on the two red train station pillars, carefully aligning them. I swept the concrete stage while Pico placed the festival lights around the perimeter of the roof. We stepped back as Pico held the final extension cord, plugging it in and the roof became covered in light. We both high-fived each other as a subway rushed past, blowing my hair. We both get a very clear view of each other, since my hair covers my eyes. He has a scar on his cheek and full white eyes. I notice his hair's slightly curly too. We look at each other for a bit before he quickly averts his gaze. I can slightly see a very light blush on his face.

"Well!" He quickly changes the subject, returning to his confident demeanor, "Let's practice!"

• • •

Pico flips the mic in his hand and I take a drag of my vape, blowing it into mine. I can feel the air change as he turns his mic on.

He's way more passionate about this than I thought. Pico might actually be a difficult opponent.

We share a drag together before his first song starts, 'Pico'. It's a moderate pace.

He begins rapping. His deep voice resonated with the lyrics and I followed after his first verse, coming up with my own lyrics on the spot. It was a bit hard to keep up with him at first, but once I got a good rhythm going, it was hard to even mess up.

After the song ended, Pico chuckled. "Not bad. People usually do pretty okay on my first song because I take it easy and lower their guard." I smirk at him. "Don't get it twisted. I can fuckin' destroy you."

"We'll see about that."

'Philly Nice' was the next song. Pico quickly changed his pace and his words danced around my head like a constant breeze. This song was much faster, and I'll admit I struggled a bit to even choke out my own words for a second. As a subway blew past me, I could see that cocky expression on his face. I was determined to wipe it off.

As my turn came, I quickly began to wipe the floor with his own song. In retaliation, he started rapping faster. Another subway ran past and I could ever so slightly see small beads of sweat on his face. We took turns essentially taking sly digs at each other before I finally ended the song. Pico wiped the small amount of sweat from his face. "I'm gonna admit, you're pretty difficult. We were close in the previous two songs, but I guarantee I'll whoop your ass in this one."

We took a quick smoke break together before continuing. 'Blammed' started blasting on the speakers and I was taken aback by Pico's performance. He rapped faster than I could've ever expected him to, and I struggled heavily with him. As I made up my own lyrics, I became the one to start sweating and this made his confidence grow. After regaining my bearings, I came at him with an overwhelming speed to knock him off of his feet and gain the upper hand in the process. It was difficult, yes, but I still finished strong. Although he won, he was barely able to.

And I'm pretty happy with that.

Pico slightly huffs and wipes away his tension. "You had me a bit worried there, I thought I was gonna lose!" He laughs.

"I only decided to go easy on you," I snap back, trying to gain my dignity once more. "Besides, I still won 2-1!" He couldn't argue with that, and he had barely won anyway. He chuckles at my embarrassed expression. "It's alright toots, I jus' had to put you in your place!"

Toots?! This motherfucker!

I feel my face slightly heat up. He looks away quickly and scratches the back of his neck. "Sorry 'bout that. It's habit."

Like hell it is.

"I... it's alright."

"So um... we're gonna partner up tonight and we're gonna win!" Pico finds his lost words and changes the topic yet again. I let it slide.

"Hell yeah!" I flex my biceps and he reciprocates the same energy.

"Y/n, babes!" I hear Cherry call.

Many people began to arrive at once. I saw Cherry's parents, some weird ass anime boy, two little kids that looked like a pumpkin and a skeleton, a soldier— in essence, a shit ton of people showed up to this place. I eyed out our competition and smirked at pico, who returned the same look.

Tonight's gonna be a blast.