Smokers (Friday Night Funkin' Pico x Reader)

Talkin'

"Look man, I don't wanna trauma dump the first day we actually get to know each other."

Pico shrugs and puts down his cocky demeanor. "I ain't sayin' you have to. But sometimes things are better when you express your feelings. I honestly think you should just talk, or at the very least get your mind off of it."

I sit up, sighing. I avoid eye contact with him and bury my head in my knees.

"Shit happens. Everyone's got issues, even me. And I'm pretty tough." He smirks, trying to lighten up the mood. It doesn't work.

He frowns and looks away in guilt.

"Sorry. I was just tryin' to help a little."

I remain in the same position, unmoving and silent. He sighs, "I know this is our first day actually hanging out and getting to know each other n' whatever, but I'm still open to listening. I'm not gonna press you for answers, but I'll still be here."

"...Did you ever have to do something you didn't want to do?"

He paused, biting his lip. I can tell he was hesitant. "It... well- I... yes. I did." He responded. "Really...?" He looks down, uncomfortable. I quickly drop it. "Nevermind..."

Pico looks at me.

"I used to be a real good kid. A lot of shit happened that I'm really not proud of. Yeah sure, I'm much stronger now, but that don't mean I don't get scared too." He watches me look up a bit from my knees.

"...You do?"

He nods. "Damn straight. Just because I look confident and shit don't actually mean I am." I start to uncover my face. Smiling a bit, I decided I'd take a sly dig at him, "I can tell you got a soft spot for some people, Pico. It's obvious." He laughs, pretending to be offended. We both finally stand up and he notices my fingers. "Playin' too hard, huh?" I look down. Only then did they decide to start hurting. "Agh... I'm alright. The show must go on, no?" He grabs my hands. "The show ain't continuin', not with that mess." He digs through his pockets. "Ah, here. I got some bandages."

"What're you—?"

He pulls me towards him and starts bandaging my fingers up. I attempt to protest, but it's obvious Pico won't budge until he's done. I groan in defeat and stop resisting, hissing in pain occasionally from some of the pulling.

-Pico's POV🔫-

Her hands are pretty soft.

I finally let go after wrapping her fingers up individually. "That guitar solo was pretty sick, y'know," Y/n looks up at me. "We won that round easily. Everyone was raving about you." She suddenly realizes she left in a hurry. "Oh fuck— we gotta go back, Pico I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hold everyone up!" I hold my hand up. "Don't worry 'bout it, toots. We got a little bit of time."

I guess that's her nickname now.

She plops back down on the subway. It was pretty obvious she didn't want to go back, not yet anyways. I sit down and watch the night sky with her. The moon's full and bright tonight. Even though the stars are barely visible from all the light pollution, the moon and city lights make up for it. "Y'know, Darnell, Nene, and I go way back from childhood. Darnell used to burn shit for fun, and Nene had a knife collection goin' that I'm pretty sure is still growin' to this day. Back in high school, we used to run around after school and fuck anythin' we saw up. Y/n looks at me puzzled. "Didn't you say you were a good kid—?" I chuckle. "In school, I was. After school was a different story." She giggles. "That's funny. I was almost always inside all the time, I never really talked to anyone and I mainly took classes online. I had only one traditional class in high school."

"I gotcha. I just wanted to get out of my city too. It was pretty shitty." I laugh at the memories of the three of us.

"Y'know Pico," I look at her, anticipating her next few words.

"I've never had someone be this sweet towards me before. I'm so used to being isolated... I almost forgot how it felt to be treated nicely."

I look away.

That stupid fucking fuzzy feeling is back.
Nobody's ever been nice to me either.
Is that what this feeling is?
It makes me sick.
Why does she enjoy this?

"Uh... glad I can help." I awkwardly say.

"Ah... I'm sorry for making things weird. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"N-nah, you're good. I don't think I'm used to being treated that way either. Don't sweat it."

We sit in silence for a while. "When does this little gathering end?" Y/n asks. "It usually ends extremely late, 1 AM kinda late, but we can leave whenever you want to and I can walk you home or we can hang out longer. It's really up to you. It gets kinda dangerous at night, so..."

She nods. "I think I'd like that. I'm gonna text Cherry and— uh oh."

"What?"

Y/n looks at her phone. "127 missed calls and over 200 messages. Give me a sec." She gets up and walks a bit further away. I watch her every move to make sure she doesn't get grabbed.

"Y/N WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" I hear Cherry scream, clear as day. I can see Y/n immediately jerk the phone away from the noise and I laugh a bit.

"Cher, I'm so sorry for running off like that, it's just... I started remembering when my sister..." She lowers her voice so I can't hear what she's saying. At this point, I only hear Y/n's end. "Yeah... okay... no, Pico's with me. What?! No- not at all! You're an asshole!" Cherry's probably teasing her. "Nah, Pico and I are gonna call it a night for now. Tell everyone I said sorry. Love you too, Cher." She ends the call. "Well, where to?"

I get up from where I was sitting and dust myself off. "I actually heard of this pretty cool café not too far from here. We could get somethin' to eat, if you want." Y/n nods at my suggestion. "Lead the way, Pico!"

I carefully hop off the top of the subway and make sure she follows suit. We walk into the city, talking about life and shit like that. "I changed a lot since I was 16. Specifically school,"
"I had really good grades back in high school,"
Y/n snickers at me. "Bullshit! There's no way, not with how you are." She says.

"Are you sayin' I'm dumb?!"

"Abso-fuckin'-lutely!"

I put Y/n into a headlock and she elbows my side, making me let go. We wrestle for a bit before we break away to breathe. "Take... that back..." I huff. "Fuck... you... Pico..." she retaliates. We both laugh and continue walking.

"No, seriously, I genuinely had really good grades back then. I was a straight A student, no detention, no suspension, no nothin'. I only did shit outside of school."

"So what changed?"

"...I jus' got tired and bored of my lifestyle, so I decided to switch up, y'know?"

Y/n looked at me unconvinced, but decided to drop it. "I can't really say the same. I always got into trouble in that one class I had in high school. I had detention, no friends, got suspended, and I was kept in a completely different side of the school where the teachers were more concentrated there. After all of my behavior, I was just kinda moved to that side of the school." She explains.

"So were you like, the bully's bully?"

"Nope, never picked on anyone. I was the one getting clowned on but nobody really gave two fucks." She sighs.

"If I knew you back then, I woulda helped you." I say nonchalantly. We arrive at the café. "Looks like we're here." I change the subject.

Maybe Y/n will let me take her shooting sometime too.