Smokers (Friday Night Funkin' Pico x Reader)

Understanding (1/2)

-Y/n's POV-

"Thanks..." I mumble as Pico awkwardly rubs my shoulder as a way to comfort me. He retracts his hand and sighs. "You won't have to see me again after this, okay?" He says. I can hear a very sad/upset tone in his voice, and I don't know how to feel about that.

...Nobody's been this upset about me before.

It's a nice change of pace, I suppose. I crack my back and look for my phone that I placed on his counter. Unfortunately for me, I completely forgot about my injured leg and I pay the price, falling. I close my eyes expecting the impact, but it never comes. I look up to see Pico holding me.

I feel a sense of Déjà vu from this.

"Thanks... Pico." I mutter, looking away from him to hide the ever so apparent blush on my fucking face. He helps me get to the counter, back to my most prized cellular device.

"No problem, toots..." Pico says, a bit flustered.

• • •

I stare blankly at my phone screen, looking at all of Cherry's notifications. She's relentless, but that's Cherry for you.

I guess I'm just not ready to talk to anybody yet. These emotions are overwhelming and Pico's really the only person I can talk to currently because... well, we have a common goal and I need him for business purposes.

If I close myself from everyone and everything, I can actually concentrate and do what I need to do.

Taking a drag from my vape, I exhale the flavorful smoke and offer Pico some, to which he gratefully accepts. "So, how're we gonna deal with Cassandra now?" I ask.

Breathing out, he looks at his phone. "I'm talking to Darnell and we're planning on meeting up at Nene's to have a little chat with Cyclops sometime tomorrow night. You up for that?" He looks up.

I nod my head, lying down in his soft bed. "Your bed is really comfortable. I don't know why I didn't notice this before." I sigh. He gives me a soft smile and lays down next to me; it's pretty evident that we're both extremely exhausted. My eyes slowly shut and I fall into a deep sleep, hoping everything was just a dream.

-Pico's POV🔫-

I carefully carry Y/n to one of my pillows and lay her head on it, ensuring I don't wake her up. I softly move a tendril of hair from her face and observe at her relaxed state. Seeing Y/n in a more comfortable state is almost relieving, to say the least.

I get that it's a lot to process, and I do feel bad for springing everything onto her so suddenly, but if I kept it from her any longer; she would have killed me. I honestly can't imagine what she's going through right now.

I ease my blanket on her sleeping form and listen to the sound of her soft breathing carefully while scrolling on social media, pausing when I hear a slight deviation in her breaths.

I can't believe I feel something. Something really, really warm every time I even look at her. I'm afraid to even think of having any sort of feelings for Y/n, yet I feel some sort of spark.

I get that she hates me... I think.
But Via being her sister doesn't excuse her being a mass murderer.

I sigh, pulling out my Uzi to clean it. I take a rag from my drawer, laying back down and wipe away dirt from the chamber and magazine. Y/n shifts onto my chest and I quickly stop moving, my eyes trailing down to her.

It's so obvious I'm beet red, there's no denying that. I've been close to females before, hell, I've switched teams and even dated Keith. But I've never gotten THIS close to... anyone before. It's a nice feeling and I really... don't mind it.