Smokers (Friday Night Funkin' Pico x Reader)

Goodnight

-Y/n's POV-

"Cherry transferred schools, but that really didn't stop us from hanging out. She knew I didn't like to go outside, so she just came to my house and we'd just talk and enjoy each other's company," I say, pausing to take a sip of my coffee. Pico's tired eyes are focused on me and he listens intently. "But she moved on to greener pastures after moving away. We both stayed in contact, though. She's the only person I've ever actually opened up to willingly, and I'm grateful for that. Her parents helped me get medication for my insomnia and PTSD, and it's really helped. They think of me as family because of my bond with Cherry. I love that family for always being there at my aid."

Pico nods and takes a sip of his coffee. "I got insomnia and PTSD as well, but I only have meds for PTSD. I'm used to stayin' up for days on end now."

I sigh. "Pico, you really have to get something that can help you sleep. You'll literally rot alive if you don't, and frankly, I don't exactly want to see you on a T-shirt."

He laughs at my comment. "You really worry sometimes. I promise I'm fine Y/n."

Like hell you are.

"Oh... um, thanks for the vanilla scones and coffee." I almost forgot to thank him.

"No problem, toots."

• • •

Walking outside of the café, I yawn. Pico looks at me, "You tired?" I rub my eyes, nodding. "You mind if I crash at your place?" I ask. He nods, leading me back to his apartment. After fiddling with the keys for a split second, he opens his front door and I was greeted by the smell of weed and cheap cologne that was probably a half-assed attempt at hiding the smell of said weed. Walking inside, the place was relatively neat.

After giving me a quick tour of the place, Pico plops down on his bed. His exhaustion is evident on his face, but his movements and demeanor are fast paced, energetic almost. "I'll take the couch. You can take my bed" He says.

"Here, we'll just share the bed instead. I don't want you to be uncomfortable while you try to relax. I'll just stay the furthest from you so you got your space, yeah?" I reply, setting my guitar and backpack down. He mumbles and drags himself to the left side of his bed, I take the right.

Being next to someone gives me a sense of security. Yeah, I can sleep alone, but it's more comforting when somebody is there with you. I take a small glance at Pico, whose eyes are half closed. I can tell his body is fighting sleep.

"Pico?"

"Mh?"

"I think we should try helping you fall asleep first."

"You can try, but nothin's gonna work."

Determined, I get up and go into the kitchen, looking into the fridge. After pouring the milk into a glass, I pop it into the microwave and wait.

Warm milk isn't exactly my thing, but I heard it works.

After taking it out, I take the hot milk to Pico. He looks at me with a puzzled expression when I press him to drink it. "The fuck is this?"

"Hot milk. Drink, bitch."

"God damn it."

...

15 minutes later, he's still awake.

This is gonna be harder than I thought.

• • •

Warm milk? Negative.
Storytime? Nope.
Melatonin? Nah.
Background noises? Nothing.
Peaceful music? No.
Pillow fluffing? Nada.
A hot shower? Denied.

I keep myself up trying anything to help Pico fall asleep, but it just doesn't work. No matter what I try, he's still wide awake. Now he's trying to get me to chill the hell out and go to sleep. "Y/n, it's genuinely fine. Jus' go to bed, I'll be alright."

"Fuck that shit Pico! If you ain't going to bed, I ain't either." I argue, my eyes wandering around the room for some sort of sleep aid, until my eyes land upon one beautiful sight.

A bong.

A cheeky smirk spreads across my face as Pico follows my eyes onto the object. He shrugs his shoulders, "Okay. We can try that."

I rush to fill the bong *just* until the downstem is barely submerged. I fill it with ice cubes to make sure the smoke goes down easier, then running to Pico's room to search for the forbidden grass.

It was pretty easy to find; it was in a little box inside of his nightstand. I carefully pack the bowl then look at him with determination, "If this doesn't help, I don't know what will!"

I put my vape on his nightstand and take a lighter  that Pico had in his pocket. Taking a drag, I inhale deeply, pulling the bowl from its place then handing it to Pico as he repeats my actions.
"I've never actually used weed as a sleep aid before. I really hope this works." I say.

"Eh, it definitely relaxes you, that's for sure."

"Never thought I'd be conking out with a dude my second night here. I figured I was just gonna be playing video games in my own room all the time."

Pico laughs. "How unfortunate for you that you're with me then!"

"N-no that's not what— you're actually an asshat." I giggle back.

We spent the night talking and laughing together, until I grew tired. The smoking finally caught up to me, so I'm high as well. I struggle to stay awake, and eventually doze off right as Pico was in the middle of telling me how he played Russian Roulette with the Überkids.

I fall asleep.

-Pico's POV 🔫-

She's laying on my shoulder.
Do I push her off?
Should I just wake her up?

My mind races, but I remain calm. I carry Y/n bridal style to turn off my light and softly lay her back in the same position. I remain frozen in place, just scrolling on my phone with the volume all the way down so I don't wake her up.

It didn't take long before I was out cold, which is a first for me. Maybe it's because I concentrated on her breathing, the feeling of someone else being next to me, or all of the above.

It's comforting.

It wouldn't hurt to get closer.