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Pico x GN! Reader Headcannons/1shot

I love this ginger 😛

Not fully proofread, do pardon any mistakes.

Tw: swearing, smoking, guns, sexual content (nothing explicit), mentions of school shootings, drug use, death, implied sexual assault.

-Pico? In love? He wouldn't even entertain the idea. He doesn't need anyone like that. In fact, he's much better off in his opinion.

-Is that the case, though, really? He acts all rough and tough, but honesty, he's a lover not a fighter, despite what his past and current job may tell you.

-Ever since the school shooting when he was young, he's been pretty reserved for the most part besides his two best friends. Who can blame him? Pico had obtained major trauma from the event, and it's not something easy to move on from. Fortunately, Nene and Darnell, while not the most mentally sane themselves, were very good at giving Pico a sense of normalcy and vice versa.

-While his job isn't exactly the most... desired, he and his friends enjoy it plenty. It allows them some control, unlike what they experienced way back then and still in their everyday lives.

-Pico is known for being a hard-ass, but it's mostly for his own protection; it's a defense mechanism developed from the trauma. Every time he tries to get help, he just gets shut down and disregarded, so what's the point? Not to mention the fact he not only had PTSD but also schizophrenia. He's managed to get a grip on the conditions with medication, but even still, it will sometimes rear its ugly head. The other two? They have some help, just not as much as they should, but hey, let's suppose it's good for business.

-Being a mercenary isn't an easy job. You get paid to kill people. It's definitely not going to be pretty. Though, for the trio, that's the point. They crave that ugliness in one way or another. An important staple of the job is, while going after a target, to make sure that said target won't have bodyguards. This, fortunately, is how he met you.

-He accepted a job of which he had to kill someone very wealthy, enough to have their own bodyguards lying around their decently lavish house. He didn't know exactly why the guy who hired him wanted him dead. The only reason he got was he was a scum who deserved to rot in hell. Hey, he believed it, anything that let him sleep soundly at night. He had snuck into the house late at night through an unlocked basement door that was found a little far away from the house itself.

Rookie mistake. If you didn't want to be put on a hit list, locking your doors should be the first things you jump to do.

Pico snuck in, gun in hand, and hid behind some boxes to check for any cameras, guards, and anything else that'd blow his cover. Afterward, he made sure the cost was clear, and he ascended the stairs and repeated the process, quietly killing some guards. The bedroom of the aforementioned scum was only on the second floor, which meant Pico didn't need to put as much effort into ensuring his brain wasn't pumped full of lead. Scurrying around, attempting to find his target's bedroom, he saw the light beneath one of the doors was on. He pressed his back next to the door, trying to listen in on what was happening.

"Come on, sweetheart, you know this will end faster if you just let me do what I need to do."

"I didn't agree to this-! God dammit- let me go!"

Oh.

That's what they meant by scum that deserved to burn in hell.

Alright, he can get behind this, especially now.

"Oh... don't be like that. You've just been begging for it all night wearing a tight little outfit like that..."

"Fuck off, jackass! I said get off of me!"

"Or what? What are you going to do?"

...

"Oh, I'll show you what I'm gonna do bitch!"

All of a sudden, there's an impact noise, and the target grunting in pain.

Better now than never.

Pico opened the door cautiously, readying his trigger finger, to see a person tensing in fear, fists up in defense, and definitely trying to recover. He also saw the target on the floor, writhing in pain and clutching his groin. Ouch. Got em' good, Pico thought as he sucked in air through his teeth before putting his attention back on the person who defended themselves. They were staring at him wide-eyed, clearly afraid that Pico was one of his henchmen. "L-leave me alone..!" They spat, trying to be intimidating but coming off more like a scared animal. Pico put his hands up in an attempt to comfort you. "Hey, hey, I'm not here for you. I'm trying ta' kill that guy." he pointed his gun at the offender. The captive looked from Pico to the target. You gave him a questioning and slightly worried look, but, ultimately: "...okay." The man on the floor decided to pipe up about his distaste for being killed. "Who.. who the hell... do you... think you are?" Pico glared at him and smirked a little, amused at his attempt at verbal intimidation. He shrugged his shoulders in response, "a mercenary."

Bang!

You flinched at the loud noise, it triggering something in you. Your heart started thumping intensely, and you fell into a panic, hyperventilating. Pico recognized this and knew the feeling all too well. He looked around quickly, making sure no guards were advancing yet, and scurried up to you.

"Grab some pillows, Go hide in the closet behind you, and I'll get ya when I'm done,"

Through your tears and the sound of your own heart pounding like it was going to come out of your chest, you shakily nodded and frantically doing as you were instructed. Pico now heard the bodyguards rushing to the scene, and he knew he had to think fast. He knocked over a dresser near the door for some cover and let the guards come to him. You, hiding in the closet now, were still in a panic (the pillows can only do much after all), but you were gradually composing yourself. You don't know how, but you were. Call it luck, call it adrenaline, but you were pushing through.

"Shit!"

You heard the voice of the man who'd unintentionally come to your rescue, and you figured that tone of voice meant nothing good. You quietly walked out of the closet, seeing your late-night party buddy dead on the floor, shot in the head and in a pool of his own blood. Your eyes widened at the sight, and it took you a lot to not throw up. You shook your head to get the scene out of your mind before walking to the doorway to see the ginger man being pinned against the wall in the hallway with a gun. The guard trying to get information out of him, to no avail. "What do you want here you bastard?!" The guard shoved his gun closer to Pico. You hopped over the dresser quietly and saw the gun that seemingly got knocked out of your rescuer's hand and looked back up at him. You made eye contact, and you knew what you had to do. You silently and shakily grabbed the gun, your heart thumping again so, so loud in your ear like the gunshots you knew all too well. "Well, you know, I would tell ya, but I don't think you're gonna come out of this alive man," Pico rebutted snarkily. You looked at him again, took a deep breath to prepare yourself, and moved your head to the side to signal him to do the same, took your aim, breathing as hard as you could without giving away your position.

"Alright, you wanna play like that? I'll give you 'til the count of three.

"One."

You pressed your eyes shut tight as you pressed your finger on the trigger slightly.

"Two."

You took a deep breath.

"Thr-"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

.

"Jesus lady, I think you got'em'." You opened your eyes, your vision a little fuzzy from closing them so firmly. You gazed upon the scene.

Oh my god.

"I just.." You dropped the gun immediately and brought your hands to your mouth. "oh god, I-I just KILLED-D SOMEONE-!" You screamed in horror as your legs gave out beneath you. you toppled yourself over and started hysterically sobbing, in pure disbelief at the scenario, all the events leading up to this hitting you at once.

Pico stood there, unsure of what to do. He doesn't have a lot of experience attempting to comfort people. Hell, he doesn't even know how to comfort himself. He isn't a big fan of touch, so he only had a couple of options. He let out a sigh, not one of annoyance, simply just letting out the tension built up over the last hour or two. He walked up to you, his gun in front of you, and you were crying and screaming at the same time. He moved his gun away from you, knowing that right now it might not be the thing you want to look at. Pico walked to your side and sat down, just waiting out your breakdown. He wanted to help, but he didn't know how without making it worse.

After around an hour, your sobs dwindled to nothing but small tears and sniffles as you straightened yourself. You weren't okay still. After all, you had just murdered a man. Even if it was a justified kill, it still felt so, so morally wrong for you specifically. You had leaned back against the wall, holding your arms and pulling up your legs to your chest. You took it all in again. The man, whom you shot three times, one in the torso, one in his forearm, and the other in his head, had been lying quite grimly among the other dead bodies scattered around the room. Your eyes still wide, you moved your head ever so slightly to the left, where your rescuer had been sitting. He looked at the floor, a complex look of both understanding and guilt. You were shaking hard. The ringing in your ears became nearly deafening. You could barely muster out the words, a lump in your throat preventing you, but somehow, miraculously-

"...Thank-k y-you"

Pico widened his eyes. You're thanking him? He just owed you a few years' worth of therapy, and you're thanking him? Despite his confusion, he responded. "No problem. It's... uh... it's just what I do."

For a few minutes, there was silence. Just both of you processing everything. Pico, however, spoke up first. "...well, should probably blow this joint if we don't want to be arrested. Do you mind if I take you home? Don't wanna come off creepy or anythin'. Just lookin' out for you just in case." You took a second, breathed in, then out, then hesitantly responded. "...please. but so help me, if you pull anything, I will take that gun out of your hands and blow your d-damn brains out, you hear m-me?" Pico stifled a chuckle. The shakiness in your voice wasn't very convincing, but you meant every word. "'Course. I ain't a monster, unlike somebody." You looked into the room of your perpetrator and saw his lifeless leg peeking out. You shuttered. "Thanks..." You felt like you were going to throw up from the smell of gun smoke and the aroma of fresh blood. "W-we really need to get out of here. I don't know how much of this I can take." Pico stood up and offered a hand. You grabbed it, and he pulled you to a stand. He held your arm for a moment, knowing you might become lightheaded from both the adrenaline rush and standing up after a while of sitting. After you gave him a thumbs up, he let go of you, and you followed him down the stairs.

Once you were out, the walk home was mostly silent until Pico spoke up once more. "Hey, um, 'least you got a pretty good shot?" You smiled with a little huff of acknowledgment. It was funny, but you weren't exactly in a laughing mood. However, you were in the mood to say something snarky back. "Hey, at least you didn't die because I saved your dumbass." He raised his eyebrows and gave a cocky smirk. He liked that. Unfortunately, however, your conversations came to a stop when you reached your home in town. You had your bag with you luckily, not ever taking it off during the whole fiasco, so you could unlock the door. Pico turned to leave before you stopped wiggling your keys in the door and whipped around. "Oh, um, by the way, thank you. Seriously. I probably would've died or even worse back there if you hadn't... come to 'do your job'. So thank you." You stalled for a moment, looking to the side. Pico was staring at you, waiting for your next move. "I was wondering, what's your name?"

"Pico."

"Pico, huh? That's... unique. I like it."

"Pfft, nice save. You almost made it sound like a bad thing. Yours?"

"I mean it, I swear! Oh, and um, it's Y/n."

"...pretty."

You let out a hum, flattered.

"Gee, thanks."

"...By the way, if you ever need me and my buddies to kick the shit outta somebody, we're usually by the abandoned train station."

"I'll keep it in mind. Thank you again."

"Notta issue. Thanks for saving my ass"

"My pleasure. Well, guess I'll see you around then?"

"For sure. Stay safe Y/n"

"I'll try."

-Since then, you two were talking quite often. You weren't really the most sociable person to exist. You loved going out but had trouble making friends. However, ever since Pico came into the picture, it's been a breeze. Well, as much of breeze as you can get when your making friends with equally mentally fucked people. Any time you'd be feeling unsafe, lonely, or just wanted to get out of the house, you went to the train station. Pico wasn't always there, and if he wasn't, one of his friends, or both of them, would be there.

-First time you had met Nene and Darnell, luckily, Pico had been there. If not, they might've taken some drastic measures to make sure you weren't there to kill them. First meetings went a little something like this:

"Hey guys, this is Y/n. 'picked her up after I saved her ass and she saved mine. Long story. Play nice."

"Damn, you're hot as hell!"

"'Kay then, guess we gettin' straight to the point there. Holy shit Nene."

"What? Look at them! I could just eat them the FUCK up!"

She held the dull side of the knife to your chin, and your face scrunched, clearly uncomfortable. Pico stepped in and pulled her knife down from your neck with his finger

"Yeah, no, chill out dude. Literally just got them here, and you're already scarin' them away you damn lunatic."

"Well, god, if you wanted them all to yourself, you could've just said that!"

"What-? I- you know what? Sure, whatever the hell helps you sleep at night. For the record, though, no. You're literally flirtin' with them by holdin' a knife to their throat. I'm just tryin' to make sure they feel fine to come back here."

"'Magine that. The fuck did you expect bringin' them to us bro?"

"Maybe that you guys would pull your heads out of your asses-"

"Nice to meet you two. Very welcoming, " you said that sarcastically, but are unsure if it got across.

"Ooh! Even your voice is charming~"

"See, man? They get it. Quit worryin' about us scarin' off your little fling."

Pico sighed very loudly.

"Guys I swear to god we're not fucking. drop it. They're here for the same reason we are. To chill the hell out."

"Aww, I was really hoping you were. I'll be honest though, you'd never get that much action!"

You laughed. "She's got you there, man"

"Seriously? Just- whatever. Darnell, you got the stuff?"

"Hell yeah, you know I do." He pulled out 'the stuff' and got to work "I like this one, I fuck with 'em."

"You guys are chill. Would appreciate it if the knives were kept away from my vitals, though."

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it when a tall glass of water like you walks in. I NEVER get to have any fun around here." She crosses her arms and pouts.

"Ain't no say you just said that corny shit." Darnell laughed while rolling up a blunt and lighting it. He passed it to Pico.

"You know how she is. Once she's goin', she's gone."

"I don't mind it too much. I'll definitely be coming back here for sure."

"Good to know. Guess you're as fucked up as the rest of us."

"Fuck yeah I am," You sighed.

Pico huffed the blunt and passed it to you, who looked at it skeptically. Pico understood what you were thinking and clarified. "Don't worry about it being laced. We get paid pretty well, so we get our stuff from the local dispensary." He later adds, "..besides, we've all gotten a taste of shit like that and wouldn't want anybody else dealin' with it." You nod. Hesitant still, as you have never smoked before. Gummies, sure, not smoke, though. Darnell piped in, "Aw, look em' they scared. We're not gonna make you take the thing if you uncomfortable, we're just trynna make you feel welcomed, you know?" Good guy, from what you can tell, but his tone of voice almost has a hint of coercion. Like he's subtly egging you on. So, you snatch the blunt out of Pico's hand, much to his shock, and huff it with the most intensity you've ever had. "Oh, they needed that one bad." Nene laughed, pointing at you with one hand and twirling around a knife in the other. Darnell was stifling a cackle. Meanwhile, Pico was both amused and concerned with this sudden behavior. He realized at a certain point of you breathing it in, that you probably shouldn't be breathing it in for that long. "Uh, you might wanna stop befo-" you, unsurprisingly, broke out into a frenzy of coughs and wheezes and hurled over on the floor. Pico, Darnell, and Nene all roared in laughter, Pico being the only one to pat your back in an attempt to ease the pain. "Holy shit man, they're a fucking unit!" Darnell jested, holding his head in one of his hands and holding his stomach in the other. "They're insane! I love it~ " Nene cooed, kicking her feet gleefully. Pico, still trying to alleviate you, looked down at you smiling. "You good? Got a little ahead of yourself there," you looked up at him, clearly unamused. "Wow," you coughed, voice strained, "you fucking think?"

-From then on, the four of you were pretty close. From Pico's sarcasm and empathy, to Nene's unhinged yet supportive behavior, to Darnell's big brother assholery demeanor, and your daring, blunt, and kind one, you four were quite the force to be reckoned with. If one of you got hurt, the three of you would beat the ass of whoever was responsible.

-Though violence didn't come as naturally to you as it did the others, you were still capable of hurt. Your weapon of choice simply being yourself. You were very skilled at hand-to-hand combat. If you DID have to choose one, though, it'd most likely be a baseball bat. Blunt force, your favorite.

- Out of all of your friends, Pico would have to be your favorite (Don't tell the others). He's been there for you like none of the others have, and you can't help but appreciate it.

- Actually, you're both each other's favorite. Pico's really been taking a liking to you since you've all been hanging out more. Shit, you even brought him to your house. Alone. Just you two. Nothing too nefarious happened, maybe a little making out, but what do friends do?

- Somehow, the other two found out. They were supportive, sure, but oh my god did they give Pico shit.

He walks in the abandoned train door, to find his buddies sitting down giving him that face. You know, the one where two friends know something went DEOWN.

"What the fuck are you looking at"

"I dunno, have you looked in a mirror man? Could at least try to be sneaky about your fling."

Shit.

Pico pulls out his phone to go on his phone camera. Good god. You had just come back from a semi-formal party with lipstick on and it had gotten just about everywhere from his neck up-- not to mention the hickeys.

How did this happen? Well...

He'd come over preparing to have another one of those hangouts again. You'd given him a house key since he's over so often, he basically lives there. He'd been sat on your couch in the living room, TV on low for background noise while he mindlessly scrolls through his phone. He hears the jingle of keys through the other side of the door but pays little mind to it. The door finally opens and he hears a quick, scared gasp.

"Jesus Pico, don't scare me like that! You could've texted me, dumbass." you laugh. Pico turns to greet you, but is utterly stunned. You're wearing a beautiful long summer dress that's flowy, and is tight at the top/suit that hugs your body in all the right places (whatever you prefer!). He'd found you attractive before, but this really did it. Not only do you look absolutely elegant, but also hot as hell. It took him a lot to not to have his hands all over you, but he has to remind himself that you're not exclusive- yet.

"Pico? You good?"

He snaps out of his trance, scrambling for words. "Oh, um. Yeah-" he clears his throat, "y-you look great..." He looks to the floor, unable to stare you in the eye. You're slightly taken aback at the out-of-nowhere compliment, but let out a huff of appreciation and smile. "Thank you; you don't look too bad yourself," you smile as you walk over to a table on the other side of the room to set your bags and whatnot down. He can't help but stare again, his face turning pink. Mother of God I can't be doing this shit... he thinks, rubbing his face. He finally responds to your comment once he remembers. "...Me? Look good? Compared to you? You gotta be messin' with me." You turn your head to look at him with disbelief. "And why would I be? Honestly, I could say the same except about you." You say, fully turning around with a hand on your hip and one still lingering on the table.

"Oh, this is challenge now?"

"Only if you're wanting it to be," you remark, 'innocently'

Pico stands up and walks close to you and points an accusatory finger in your direction. "Consider it on then"

"What does this challenge entail?"

"I guess a debate on who looks better"

"Ooh, I can confidently say it's you, hun."

Pico blinks a bit at the nickname, that pink hue returning to his face, but he brushes off to say something he believes is smooth.

"Yeah, you're wrong, but I guess pretty people stay dumb."

"What, you're wanting me to prove it?"

Huh? "Yeah? And how's that?"

You took a deep breath, smirk never leaving your face as you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in. Your lips meet his chapped ones, and it's like heaven. Pico jumps a bit at the unexpected contact but quickly assumes his hands on your hips and lower back. It's a bit messy, but the passion is there. It only lasts for a few moments before you pull away. Pico just stares, absolutely absorbed in what just happened. He'd been wondering what those lips felt like against his for a while now, and it was everything he hoped for and more. You're looking at him, a mixture of uncertainty and eagerness of his reaction. You're both flushed by this point. Pico finally gets his mind straight and can comment on this predicament.

"Kinda hard to beat that."

"You wanna try?"

He laughs, you always know what to say to egg him on. He loves how witty you are, even when you're clearly not in a calm state of mind.

"Ha, you're really not being subtle."

"What, like you don't want to?"

"Oh, you know I do. No point hidin' it now."

He dives in for another, more passionate and equally sloppy kiss. He comfortably rests his hand on your hip and another on your cheek, while you wrap your arms around his neck. After a few moments of your lips crashing together, he take his hands and moves them to your thighs without breaking the contact and lifts you up onto the table, you squeak in surprise.

You break away after to catch a breath. You put a hand on your head as you pant, out of breath. Pico just stands hunched over a bit, comfortably in between your legs and hands still resting on your thighs. He waits for you to make the next move. "Christ, you trying to kill me here?" You smile, eyes still widened from shock. "You started it, I'm ending it." You laugh, taking this as an opportunity to show he's not the only one in charge here. "Yeah, we'll see about that babe," he shutters at the nickname, your sultry voice making his mind go fuzzy. You grab his face and go in again, more aggressive this time, and with a little more want then before. Both of you are enjoying this a lot, but the next is unexpected for one of you.

You snake your hand from Pico's shoulder to the back of his head, you clench his hair, break away from the kiss and pull hard. He grunts, shocked, but the action makes him more excited, half expecting and not expecting this initiative. You start to kiss his jawline and travel your way down to the base of his neck, hitting the gold mine that makes his hands tighten around your legs. You make your way to the other side to make sure they get equal treatment, deciding compulsively to leave a mark. The feeling causes Pico to tense up and let out a "fuck baby." You let out small giggle. "You like that, honey?" God, keep calling me that. Pico practically melts at your words but somehow manages to speak, "you don't even fucking know," you chuckle again, releasing his hair and kissing him much more softly. "As much as I'd love to keep going, I need to go to bed, do you... wanna come with me?" Your heart is absolutely pounding out of your chest, and so is Pico's, but you're able to sound mostly calm. He takes a moment to catch his breath, the events leaving him a little bothered, but he knows he can handle it. "...Thought you'd never ask, gorgeous."

He takes a deep breath and moves away from you to let you off the table, and you grab his hand to take you into your bedroom. You open the door and he makes himself comfortable real quick, planting on your comfortable queen sized bed. Fitting, he thinks. You close the door, and turn around to Pico gazing at you like you're the only one in the world he cares about right now, and you're entirely right. You come to the realization, though, that, "um... hey Pico?" He jolts a bit when you speak, he must've been deep in thought. "What's up?" "Can you... look away for a sec? I need to change into more comfy clothes. Sorry if that's a lot to ask..." He's confused at why you'd think that, and says as such "what're you sorry for? That's not an issue. Besides, can't spoil myself on something that pretty." You laugh and heat up at the comment. He keeps staring. "...you gonna look away or..?" "Shit, right, my bad." He grabs a pillow and covers his face.

You're done and lay yourself next to Pico, this being nothing new, yet it somehow feels different now. "You can look now," he take the pillow off his face and he turns to gaze into your eyes lovingly, and do the same. You both know that this is going to be complicated after tonight, but you can't seem to care. You just want to live in this moment. You're both smiling, and you can't help but think about how cute his dimples are, and his mind starts to wonder how your eyes are so beautiful; displaying every part of you he loves to see, a look into your soul. You break away eye contact to turn the lamp off by your night stand, and you get your eyes adjust to the darkness. Pico shuffles under the covers and turns to his side. You grab the blanket and throw it over yourself, and he promptly wraps his arms around you, you're stomach erupting in butterflies. You sigh contently. Together here, if you had to choose, would be where you both want to stay forever, enveloped in each other's warmth. Nothing else compares to this feeling; the feeling that, while it is unsaid but mutually understood, you two are loved by one another. You feel Pico's lips on your back, and you breath out heavily. He chuckles softly.

"G'night (Y/n)."

"Sweet dreams."

You both then, in the security of your collective presence, let sleep hurl over you, this being the best sleep either of you have had in a while.

When you woke up, Pico was already gone, but lying on your nightstand was your favorite flower with a little not tied to it. All it read was "sorry." your heart dropped, and angry tears began to pour out.

Pico felt terrible just leaving you, so he hoped that gift sufficed. While he enjoyed all of the events of the day prior, he was so scared. What if this made things more complicated? What if you hate him now? And even if you didn't, would you even want to be with him? His mind raced, and he needed a smoke. So he went to the go-to hangout spot.

After the whole fiasco with his friends was over and done with, and they had left, he got the courage to check his phone.

15 unread messages, 11 missed calls.

Oh he messed up.

He was about to call you back when he heard loud steps coming from just outside the train doorway steadily approaching. He grabs his gun just in case, but he already knew who it was.

"Pico, what the fuck."

Pico winced. You're gripping the sides of the doorway, slightly hunched over, breathing heavily from running and elevated adrenaline, and glaring daggers into his direction. It's guaranteed you look like a mess, your still in your pajamas with shoes haphazardly thrown on, trails of previous teardrops lie across your cheeks, and bedhead still evident, but you didn't give one flying fuck. You need answers before you fly off the handle. Pico held up his hands defensively. "Listen, Y/n, I can explain-" "No, I don't think you need to," The venom in your voice is apparent, and it hurt Pico to know the malice was directed at him. You both stayed dead silent for a few minutes. Neither of you could break the uneasiness. Pico couldn't move, it was as if he was paralyzed in his own fear of your potential rejection. He hasn't felt this scared in a long while-- the kind that left you sweaty and powerless.

You took a shaky breath and sat down on the seat opposite of him, gripping the edge of train seat as your knuckles turned white and partially dissociating. You try to clear your mind so you don't say anything you might regret later. You want to approach this as calmly as possible, but it's a struggle when you have so many questions with so little answers. You both are shaking, Pico more subtly, you not so much. After swallowing down the lump in your throat, you speak: "So, what? Are we... just done?" "Wha- why would you-? No! I don- that's- not how I meant it." God, think more about this dumbfuck! "Then how did you mean it? 'Sorry'? I mean, the flower is a nice gesture and all, but you can't just leave me like a one night stand after we made out and cuddled in my bed, then not answer any of my calls or messages! You have to see how that looks." Pico grimaced. No, he really didn't think about that, nor did he think you would confront him. You sighed, and crossed your arms, feigning confidence. You slowly go to gaze in his eyes, looking for something, anything that can explain this without it being the answer that makes your stomach churn. You find nothing, so you opt for the verbal method. "What were you trying to accomplish by doing that? Are you not actually interested in me?" Pico couldn't believe his ears. "Wait, that's what you want to know?" His face perked up, almost a little happily but more in shock. "Pico, again, we literally made out and cuddled in my bed of course I want to know if you want to date me! God, could it get any more obvious?" You put a hand to your forehead in stress, and he sighed in relief. You raised an eyebrow, about to accuse him. "(Y/n) that's not at all how I wanted that to come off. I'm sorry it did. I was... afraid-" "Pico I'm actually begging you to stop being vague. Tell me why, after we almost fucked and then went to sleep holding each other, did you leave without warning with a note on the stem of the flower that said 'sorry'" The look you're giving him is desperate-- full of hurt and anger, and it causes Pico to shrink internally.

Alright, he's gotta come clean.

Pico sat up, readying himself and trying to form the proper words, and your eyes studied his every move. Fuck, this is hard. How does he say all of what he wants to without sounding weird? He has one hand in his pockets, and the other gripping his neck awkwardly "Um...okay. Well, for starters, I do want to date you, so let's just get that out now-" Your scrunched up face loosened, but you need more clarification to fully settle. "-and I was afraid you were gonna hate me for... I guess, I don't know, making a move? I know we've been basically undressing each other with our eyes for months at this point, but I just... I kept trippin' myself up about you for just as long... 'Kept overthinking. Maybe I was- I guess... just takin' it the wrong way? Sounds stupid. But I didn't wanna take the chance of losing a person like you. You've changed me- for the better. The gang too. I can't... I don't know how to thank you. I'm rantin', I just- listen- long story short, I want you, okay? S'that what you wanted to hear?" You were taken aback. The longer you had listened to Pico's proclamation, something he only does when he is really, REALLY passionate about what he's saying, the more each and every nauseating thought dissolved in your mind. A smile crept onto your face, averting your eyes. Pico had one too, taking this as confirmation. His breath hitched when you suddenly stood up, sat beside him, and he joined you. You didn't bother to give him personal space. Not like he cared, though. He closed his eyes to collect himself when he felt your head on his shoulder, and your hand sneaking its way to his, interlocking your fingers. Exhaling contently, you both sat in the not-very-well-maintained, abandoned train station cart, simply taking in the moment, listening to nature and each other's breaths.

"...I love you, Pico."

His heart skipped a beat. He never knew how much he needed to hear those words until now. He squeezed your hand as tears slowly escaped down his cheeks.

"I... love you too. You don't know how much I needed ta' hear that."

A small laugh accompanied your reply: "You don't know how much I needed to say that."

...

A slight pain rushes through Pico's shoulder, as you punch him-- hard.

"But don't do that shit again, I'll beat your ass, do not test me!" You're laughing like you're joking, but Pico knows better. He raises one hand at a right angle and the other to his heart, as if he's making a pledge. "I solemnly swear I won't leave you like a one night stand again," Any tension that may have been present have fully disappeared as you share chuckles, and the only thing left is mutual understanding and trust.

Sitting comfortably together, letting the crisp chill wind flow through the rusted train cabin, you synchronize each other's breath, much like your heartbeats. It's here, in this moment, you decide to make it a little more romantic.

You lifted your head off his shoulder to look into his eyes, and he met yours with the same, loving intensity. He quickly trailed his eyes from your eyes, to your lips, to your tight-fitting pajama shorts, then quickly back to your eyes. You giggle a bit. "See something you like?" He pondered what to say, then brought his hand to your chin, laser-focused on your soft lips. You fiddled with your sleeve, sensing the vibe.

"Nah, I think I see somethin' I want..."

Your eyes widen nervously, (and perhaps a bit of arousal) and you blurt out "you think-?" but you're quickly interrupted by Pico smashing his lips into yours. The kiss is filled with passion, love, and, undoubtedly, want. His hands slide to your waist, and you're failing to remain calm.

Everything fades away; and the only thing either of you are attentive to is the only thing that ever mattered: each other. Both of your senses are overwhelmed by the presence of each other: lips flowing together in harmony, hands feeling up all the appropriate (and inappropriate) places, and the intoxicating feeling of lovers bodies atop one another. Nothing matters to you and Pico, except showing how much love you can give one another in spite of all the hardships either of you had.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being picked up, and launched over Pico's shoulder.

"Hey- what's this about? I was enjoying that!" You huff, annoyed and quite... bothered.

"Can it, no room for your smart talk right now; we've got places to be, sweetheart." He stresses the 'sweetheart', likely to tease you.

You blush, but snap back: "What, you don't like being risky?"

"Oh, I'll show ya risky," He smirks as he carries you to your house.

You have a feeling this is going to be a long, but enjoyable night.