SO SO CUTE I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS!! Can you please please write some for FNF Pico and a reader who is very protective to him because they also know what its like to have trauma? If that's too much, you can just keep the protective part. Thank you so much for your blog!!! XOXO
(𝙋𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙭 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)
𝐛𝐨𝐨’𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: Awww thanks makes me uber happy to know that!! Of course! It’s fun writing for this gunwielding dork, it’s a drabble and hopefully you’ll enjoy it all the same! Thanks again for the request Anon💖
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠; some unresolved tension with Pico and his ex, a bit of awkward tension, Reader has undisclosed trauma left up to interpretation, Pico is starting to develop feelings instead of developing healthy coping mechanisms, mentions of blood and death.
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐧 💖 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢 💖 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 💖 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬
"SHIT! I'm out of ammo!" Your ears perk up at Pico's voice. Immediately fishing for another round of ammunition, tossing it his way. "Catch!"
He catches it with ease and continues the carnage of various Tankmen soldiers. "How many of them are there?! God!" Pico yelled as you continued tossing bombs to disperse the crowd. Helping him protect his ex-boyfriend and his girlfriend.
"We need to take them out in one fell swoop and fast. Don't know how much ammo you've got left?!" Pico yelled as you quickly looked around the area for a way to take them out. Your eyes land on the lone tank, without a moment to spare you dash towards it.
Driving it into the crowd and set up a bomb. Quickly making your escape as the timer chimes off, a destructive explosion sends you off into the air and into Pico's arms. "ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!" Captain didn't seem too pleased with your stunt and now with the distraction.
You all used it to create much needed distance.
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Silence filled the air as the goal of killing Pico's ex didn't go as planned. Cigarette smoke permeates the air as Darnell was working on another graffiti piece and Nene was relaxing in her room.
You were patching up Pico's injuries with your usual attentiveness and precision. "Why did you do that?" Pico's question breaks the silence, you stopped pouring the antiseptic into the cotton pad. "And don't bullshit me. Please..?" You sighed and finally replied, with sweaty palms. "I just wanted to just help you get out of that mess. I mean you saw the amount of those Tankmen…"
"Look I get it that you've been through some serious shit, but you were being reckless." You solemnly looked away from him, Pico's gaze softens. "Look I'm not mad at you, hell I've got no room to talk. I fucked up our job, twice now." His fingers run through his red hair, ruffling it to loosen some strands. "Do you still love him?" He freezes and stumbles over his words. "I–You..! Well look… Ah shit…" He huffs in defeat, you knew his feelings were still on loose ends. But you didn't pry. "Hey if you're not ready to talk about it, that's fine… I'll always lend an ear, whenever you're ready."
Pico's eyes widen as he dryly laugh, his face contorts in pain. Your eyes land on his bleeding abdomen. Immediately getting to working patching him up, he silently observes. Taking in details, how gentle you are when you're pulling out the lodged bullet. To how your eyes flicker from your supplies to his injuries. He feels his heart flutter and unaware his affections will shift and his feelings will soon get complex.
For now Pico's gonna leave it up to his future self, enjoy your company and the comfort it brings him. "There all done, please rest up. If you need me, just text me or call for me. I'm gonna check on Nene and Darnell." Pico nods and awkwardly waves goodbye. The door softly clicks behind him, quickly sitting up. To grab the pillow from behind him and starts screaming into it. Guess he's dealing with his feelings sooner than he expected.
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! 𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩!! 💖
