FNF x Reader

Fights [Pico x Male!Reader]

//Reader focused\\

//Theme: Angst To comfort\\

//Request?: No\\

//TW:  This chapter is a dark one, themes inclued scuicidal thoughts, overdose, metions of self harm, blood, alcohol. Please let me know if i've missed anything\\

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The birds chirped outside, the sun spilling through the curtains. [Name] sat up, his eyes blurry from sleep. His arms raised up, stretching as a groan slipped past his lips, his arms falling as he yawned. He looked over to his partner, pico, his orange hair sticking in different directions, his shoulders raised and fell with his breaths. [Name] sat up fully, bringing his legs to the end of the bed before getting up, his feet making contact with the floor as he moved, his feet padding across the floor as he made his way to the connected bathroom, shutting the door before starting the shower.

The door opened a few minutes later, a shadow behind the curtains. "Hey bubs, how'd you sleep?" [Name] asked through the shower curtains, assuming that it was pico. "I uh, i slept fine, you uh.." Pico trails off, clearing his throat. "You got a phone call" [Name] grew confused and concerned, turning off the shower and pulling the curtain back slightly, peeking his head out. "Oh?'" He [Name] looked confused, shivering slightly from the cold air. Pico didn't answer, handing [Name] the phone, an unknown number was displayed as the caller id, [Name] took the phone as he looked at Pico with confusion, steadying himself against the wall as he brought the phone to his ear. "Hello? Who is this?" [Name] asked into the phone. The air is knocked from his lungs as he hears the voice emanate from the phone, [Name]'s eyes become slightly teary. "Is this [Name]?"

[Name]'s voice is lost for a few seconds, a large lump forming in his throat, as his throat constricts slightly. "Yeah, hey mum.." [Name] rested his head on the shower wall, closing his eyes as the voice continued to speak. "[Name]! My son! How are things going with your girlfriend? Are you still going strong? Nevermind that! How are you?" [Name]'s mind reels as the voice prattles on, talking about how they've been doing. Tears silently streamed down his face, even despite telling his mother about his identity years before, she still refuses to accept it, telling him how he just hadn't met the right girl yet, and would constantly ask about a girl he had dated years before he came out, forgetting the fact that they broke up years ago. "Ma, we broke up years ago, why do you continue to ask me about her?" [Nane]'s mother stops, her voice becoming bitter. "Well I just thought that you guys would have settled your differences and-" [Name] cut her off, his voice raising slightly. "You mean get over the fact how she cheated on me with my best friend?"

[Name] raised his head from the wall he rested on, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around his waist as water dripped from his body. "Don't interrupt your mother! You need to lose that attitude of yours as loose it fast!" She pauses, a long silence stretching before she breaks it. "Got it?" Her tone darkened. "Yes ma'am.." [Name] muttered, becoming increasingly upset. "Good! Now I only called to invite you to the family dinner next weekend, and I expect you to bring your GIRLfriend, not whatever your broken mind came up with!" The line clicked as she hung up.

[Name] couldn't respond before she hung up, his anger rising to extreme heights, his body tensing. "Why didn't you tell me it was my mother?" He glared at pico, the male having been silent throughout the entire conversation between your mother. Pico tensed slightly, before moving to grab [Name]'s hand "I didn't know it was your mother baby, there was no caller id and-" [Name] slapped his hand away, sidestepping him before leaving the bathroom "If there was no caller id why'd you pick up?" His voice was slowly becoming a shout, as he stormed into their bedroom, throwing his phone onto the bed, not caring if it fell. "[Name], how about you take a breather before-" [Name] interrupted Pico, his voice a shout. "I don't need a breather! What I need is a partner who doesn't stick his nose into my business and answer calls from people with no caller id!" [Name] froze as the words left his mouth, All tension leaving his body as he turned towards pico, his face twisted in his own rising anger. "Fine." That was the only word from him before he moved, grabbing his gun from the nightstand before leaving the room. {name rushed after him, as apologies left his lips, he eventually grabbed picos hand, befor egtting shrugged off as he made it to the front door, flinging the front door open before slamming it, leaving a deafening silence in the apartment in his absence.

[Name] had stood there for a while, cursing himself under his breath before sitting on the couch, his head in his hands as what he had said replayed in his mind, regretting what he said with every second that passed. [Name] sat like that for a while, tears streaming down his face as he broke down, scratching at his skin and pulling his hair, battering his head as he repeated curses to himself. [Name]'s nails pressed into his skin, drawing blood. He sat in silence as he broke down, eventually calming himself down.

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Days passed with no sign of pico, as [Name]'s guilt raised with each passing day. He would go to work, leaving a text every day, checking in on him with no response. [Name] eventually relapsed, his old habits taking over as he went to bars and drank, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, constantly drinking himself to near death before ubering home, getting home and passing out. He'd then wake up before puking, drinking water before heading back to work, only for the cycle to repeat when he would get home.

The door clicked as [Name] entered the apartment, the normal silence greeted him, as his mood sank further. He kicked his shoes off, his coat following. His head was pounding, the motrin from the morning didn't help for long. He stumbled into the kitchen, raiding his medicine cabinet before grabbing the motrin. He stood there staring at the bottle. The pills had become his best friend over the past week, as he had fallen back into his old habits. He didn't know how long he could go on, the guilt ate at him everyday, he only wished he could apologize to pico, he couldn't remember the last time they had had a fight like this. Dark thoughts invaded his head, as the voices would tell him how he deserved to die, how he should just end the pain. [Name] shook his head, before downing the entire bottle, swallowing as the pills ran down his throat. [Name] Stumbled to the couch collapsing onto the couch as his throat closed, his vision blurring as he rested his head. He had finally given up, deciding it was better to just leave. Pico hated him, his mother didn't care, why should he stay? [Name] Coughed and spluttered, choking on air, he smiled as dots sprang in his vision, as he welcomed the darkness, finally happy for his pain to be taken away. 

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"[NAME]!"

Word count: 1236 words

Pt 2 coming soon...