Warnings: Some nsfw stuff but nothing too far, boob grabbing, bra stealing, nudes but not rlly
A/n: I HAVE ANOTHER OBSESSION UGHHH, anyways!! I’m so happy the fandom is reviving bc of the new update ahh. Also I didn’t rlly know what to put for bc so apologies if you wanted more of him :(
Keith (bf):
He’s such a flower sniffer istg
He’s like a rosy cheeked sweetheart who brings you heart chocolate every time he visits you
No but actually he’s wrapped around your fingers, it’s scary.
His fav dates are you and him alone at his house watching Godzilla movies and laying his head against your stomach while you play with his hair
AND YOU WEAR HIS HAT
Sometimes you’ll send a pic of you in his boxers that he left at your house just to tease him
But whenever he feels silly (which is all the time) he’ll send a picture of him in your bra for funsies
“I can do that too :D”
“0_•”
Keith is such a nerd, playing video games with him is your go to date
You guys would always match, like whenever you two play Mario kart he’d be toad and you’d be toadette
You hype him up sm, esp when playing Fortnite 😭
Y’all know that one Tik tok audio that goes
“Yeah get his ass FUCKING PUSSY TRY THE FUCK AGAIN BITCH, TRY THE FUCK AGAIII”
You do that, and it scares him.
His fav activity? Pot + cartoons.
You guys are the silliest couples ever. Laughing at SpongeBob with fog all over the room until your ribs start to hurt.
“Babes.. do you think that like-Starfires armpits are also pink?”
“…woah”
Pico:
Now when pico first starting dating you he thought you were just another chick to stuff his wiener in.
But soon enough, you guys were both wrapped around each others finger.
He’d kill for you tbh
Pico canonically has abs, so he likes it whenever he’s chilling with you and you just poke/rub them. He thinks it’s the cutest AND hottest shit ever
This man cannot get enough of your boobies, whenever he’s on his phone he’d have his arm around you and casually use your boob as a stress ball.
Sometimes he’ll just steal your bras whenever you’re showering or changing, just so that he can get a fresh look at ‘his girls’ (that’s what he calls them)
“Pico!! Have you seen my bra?”
“Hm? Na babe, I’m js here.”
This sly fuckin ginger
Most of his dates consist of going to his fav burger joint or sleeping over at each others houses
He esp loves the second one cuz he gets to makeout with you, prob his fav thing to do in this life.
Whenever you guys leave any function, like ever, he’ll yell out your ship name as he leaves the room 😭
“Pi-y/n, OUT”
“Babe you don’t have to do that every time we leave..”
Also his dad (Tankmen) loves embarrassing him in front of you.
(Tankmen) “Yeah so Pico kept pissing himself in the bed until 7th grade, shit had me concerned but turns out it was just normal puberty shit.”
(You)“Oh..”
“Dad I’m gonna kill you.”
Lmao he did eventually
Darnell
Darnell has such a big ego on being a ‘cool tough guy’, but when it comes to you it entirely washes away
It embarrasses him whenever he’s around his friends and you come over and start smooching him all over his face, getting lipgloss/lipstick all over him
“Mwah mwah mwah!!”
“B-baby. Babe, you’re ruining my aura.”
But he loves showing you off, you’re like his biggest flex. Whenever he hangs with his friends he always shows pictures of you like you’re his newborn
“Yeah so this is when we went to the skate park the other week and-“
“Dude. This is like the 5th picture you’ve shown me of them.”
Once for Valentine’s Day, he surprised you by spray painting an entire wall of you smooching him. (But like in the style of the fnf stickers they sell)
You were in such awe, you almost cried.
He was so embarrassed to show you at first, but when he saw how much you loved it he was so relieved
You and Nene are such besties
Like, squealing while talking about boys besties
“HII Y/N!!! :33”
“OMG HEY NENE!! ^^”
So when she found out you had a crush on Darnell, she was so excited
You guys became delusional abt him together, like
“NENE TODAY DARNELL LOOKED AT ME”
“STOPP HE WANTS YOU SO BADD”
“IKR”
O and your weapon (cuz everyone in picos friendgroup has one) is a broken glass bottle of whatever your fav drink is
Sometimes you’ll throw in a burning rag in there to make a Molotov cocktail
Also I hc that Darnell has thick silver rings and you love how they feel against your neck whenever you guys are smooching.
He lets you wear them at times but they always slip off because our boy has some THICK fingers.
♡Pico wouldn't immediately fall in love with you once he met you.
♡He couldn't get over his still lingering crush on Boyfriend, so when he stumbled into you it wasn't anything special.
♡What was weird to him however, is how many times he bumped into you anytime he walks outdoors. It's not like he was seeking for you, at least at first.
♡Pico did give you a chance to talk to him, and if he was forced to be honest, he didn't mind your chit chatter. It escalated from just having conversations, to hanging out in places like fast food restaurants to fuck around.
♡Pico would never ever admit to this but, he'd feel sadness every time you had to leave. It's as if your presence is the light with his entire existence.
♡Whenever you are out with Pico to do the usual fuck around hangouts like best friends, hes both high alert and relaxed, but mostly high alert.
♡He'd never leave his uzi behind, that's because he will use it if a threat attempts to come at you. If someone comes to assassinate you, they'll mess with your homie, if someone is acting shitty towards you in any way possible, they'll have to deal with him. He's like your friend slash bodyguard.
♡While he does keel up with his tough attitude, your cuteness will always make him melt into a puddle. He also can't help but give you strokes and pats, bonus points for you not minding that at all.
♡Whenever you're asleep with him, since he can't sleep thanks to his insomnia, it's an opportunity for him to watch over you. It's better safe than sorry for your Insomniac friend to look out for dangers during midnight as well.
♡He can be scary when jealous. If someone flirts or shows the obvious that they like you, immediate glare from him. He would literally have to restrain himself from grabbing you to hold you into his muscular chest to silently tell them to back the fuck off.
♡One thing you both do together besides walking side by side is dancing. You're a pro dancer while he's more fun than a formal type dancer. People can admit that your duets with each other are impressive from how vastly different your kind of dance moves show.
♡All that aside, he's just a regular guy who may have trauma from school, but at least he's looking out for you like a hawk.
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.
Hi! I hope this isn't too vague, but I really loved your romantic Pico headcanons and was wondering if you'd be willing to write some more sometime?
𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐂’𝐬
a/n: It’s not too vague and thanks for asking, I’m happy to write more! Hope you like these hc’s! Here’s the previous pico hc’s, in case anyone wanted to read it!
- He’s the first to confess, not intentionally though. He only realizes it once you repeat what he said or your response is weird to him.
- Pico is often really gentle with you, often checking in with you and reassuring you. In a pretty clunky manner, but he’ll learn.
- He’s pretty obvious about his love towards you even before you two started dating. Darnell and Nene immediately noticed it especially, when Pico would only do certain things for you. Like helping you reach shelves or shares his food with you.
- Pico loves handholding, it’s nice to feel your fingers intertwined with it his. Small moments and gestures are heavily appreciated. Especially with a work life as chaotic and stressful as his.
- When he’s finally warmed up to you, he really loves hugging you close. Hugging you from behind or holding you close makes him all giddy and warm.
- Pico loves winning prizes for you at fairs and carnivals. Since his expertise gives him a leg up from the other participants.
- In multiplayer games, party games specifically he’s always teamed up with you. Pico loves goofing around with you as his teammate.
- If he’s on the opposing side, Pico isn’t holding back and bantering with you playfully. He loves seeing you lose, your reactions are always cute to him.
- Pico will also make bets with you during these games. Thriving off of the loss and to see you fight to win whatever prize he’s set up.
- When he loses he’ll take it like a champ. Losing to you is practically a win to him. He’s a loser who won something.
Headcanons for Pico hanging out with reader while they're both drunk/high? He'd be a fun boyfriend to get fucked up with.
High & Drunk HC’s With Pico
Hey there! Thanks for the ask!
Admittedly I wrote this without much sleep. I decided to pull an all nighter because of my shitty sleep schedule so please excuse any mistakes. ~ Blaze/Dawn
Pronouns: Not Mentioned
Warning: ⚠️Smoking/Drugs + Drinking/Alcohol⚠️
Requested: Yes/No
Characters: Pico
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- When it comes wanting to either smoke or drink I feel like he’s more of a smoker than a drinker. Not that he doesn’t drink it’s just that if you gave him the option to either smoke a joint or jug down some vodka he’s choosing the first option. Plus as I mentioned in my previous fic about him he canonically smokes and ‘chokes down in large quantities’ (that’s what phantom arcade said) so it kind of makes sense. Also I like to think he absolutely hates hangovers. Minor or severe he just can’t handle them. Having a massive headache, throwing up what you had the previous night, every part of your body aching. He hates it. He dealt with worse shit and he was able to handle that but not this. So he would rather smoke to avoid that.
- Again like in my previous fic of him he literally just calls you up and asks if you want to smoke or drink. Sometimes he doesn't bother calling you, he just shows up. Like one minute you're alone then you hear your doorknob rustle before Pico just bursts in with either weed or alcohol in hand saying he wants to hang out. Obviously you agreed because one he was already here and two you had nothing better to do so you just agreed.
- Now for what he’s like when he’s high:
- I feel like it might take a little bit for him to get high. Only because he’s been somewhat consistent with it back in Pico School. I also think it depends on what type of drugs he’s using. He prefers to use at least a few blunts compared to other things like edibles. Not that he doesn’t like it, he does. He likes to see how he can put weed in his food but for him at least it takes longer to hit. He wants it to hit as soon as possible. I think this mostly stems from him trying to calm himself down especially after what happened back at school.
- I bet Pico would be the type of person to just zone out while high with a shit eating grin on his face. The smallest things make him laugh. Like I said, the reason why he gets high is because he needs to destress so the whole point is that he’s getting to that relaxation point and not an anxious point. He just zones out. The type of conversations the two of you have while high is very questionable but the two of you don’t do anything about it.
- You don’t really do anything else when both you and him are smoking. Mostly just watch whatever the hell is on tv and munching on some shit completely tripping on whatever the two of you took.
- As for when he gets drunk:
- As I said before he prefers to get high then drunk so you don’t really see him get drunk often but he does do it. I feel like he’s kind of a heavy weight despite not drinking often. I feel like he doesn't like sweet drinks/cocktails. I just don’t see him drinking anything sweet. He just downs alcohols like vodka.
- I don’t why but I’d like to think he’d be an emotional drunk. Why? Because it’s funny or me just being delusional. Seeing him and his usual personality becoming an emotional mess is just funny to me. I also like to think he’d be kind of clingy especially around you. Sobbing into your shoulder while telling you how much he loves and appreciates you. While you on the other end have to comfort him telling him you know and appreciate him as well.
- I also like to think he’d be kind of reckless while drunk as well. I think it mostly stems from him being emotional. He just so hyped up that he just can’t stay still so he just goes around doing random shit. It’s like trying to look after a child with how he acts. It’s even worse when both of you are drunk. He just encourages you to join in and with you also being drunk and not making that great of decisions you enable it. Sometimes you two find yourself covered in bruises causing you two to think how the hell you got them/what the hell the two of you did.
- Though he kind of enjoys the moment of being drunk as I mentioned he absolutely hates the hangover part. He just doesn’t like the feeling of every part of his body hurting while trying not to throw up, sometimes failing to do so. He constantly complains about the smallest things while hungover but despite this if you're also hungover he does still try to comfort you. Patting your back telling you it’s alright while throwing up himself. He ain’t letting it stop him to make sure you're alright.
Can I have Pico, Nene, and Darnell (separate) with a highly affectionate s/o? Not even just with physical affection, but with acts of service, verbal affirmations, gift giving, ect. as well. They set out to make sure their partner is spoiled rotten with love.
Take your time! I understand the stresses of writing and it's always more important to care for yourself first. Also feel free to pick and choose whoever you want to focus on if three is too many. Have a good rest of your day! :)
❥ authors note: awww this request it soo cute!!!! and also ty for being so kind i felt so guilty to for doing this a bit late!
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Newgrounds Trio with a Affectionate S/O!
In general they'd all be a bit shocked, but at different levels. They're not used to being so appropriated so having you be the sweetheart you are is really warming to them!
°❀⋆. Nene
She would adore you 10x even more woth your lovable attitude. She just loves being appreciated and loved She CRAVES it!!!
Would love giving you hugs, cuddling with you and just kisses overall when dealing with your physical affection (where my touch starved nene fans at???)
If you give her any gift she's squealing like a high school girl and covering you with kisses, she's not getting off you for a few...hours. And to add a cherry on top she would have the gifts on display in her room, placed neatly and they're all clean af. She don't play when it comes to gifts from her s/o she's treating that stuff like GOLD!!
I feel like I had to acknowledge Nene's suicidal behaviour in Pico's School (i heavily relate to her) but she would def be insecure of her appearance, I just know trust me guys 🗣
If you verbally always reminded her she is loved by you (especially when she's not in the best spirits) she's gonna start sobbing right there :<
And she adores compliments!!! Probably one of the ways to get her to fully blush ;>
She'll try returning the affection by take you places, silly little dates and more!!!
And don't think Darnell and Pico are being left out, no no no. Nene will constantly ramble about you to them 24/7 (it annoys them at times but their both happy that she's found someone who makes her happy)
ه*:･゚ Darnell
Was really thrown off at first, isn't used to be so spoiled with love, probably the only time you could see him flustered.
He'd get all warm and mushy inside if you ever got him a gift, He'd fold instantly >_<
Adores cuddling with you, it really makes him feel so much better when he has his head in your lap and your just gently patting his head (best ways for him to sleep frfr)
I headcanon he gets flustered with large amounts of affection but as much as he tries he genuinely just gets all red and bothered.
With verbal affection? Whooo boy he's a goner. Not really insecure like Nene, he's confident in his looks but there are sometimes where he feel a little..meh.
With you reassuring him and constantly complimenting him he forgets about everything bad happening, your literally his safe space.
He gets a bit clingy to you, he loves the welcoming and loving aura you bring and he doesn't really wanna leave that. Even if it's just for a while.
Wouldn't tell Nene or Pico that much about you.
But they can tell you have that much affect on Darnell with him being much happier since you started dating.
⌖☠︎︎ Pico
The most shocked LMFAOOO
Have you SEEN what this guy went through in Pico's School? Yeah he's not gonna be used to being treated so gently and constantly loved.
He would be a bit stiff when you cuddle at first but other time gets really comfy with you!
And he would come to you whenever he feels down and if you comfort him he just feels so at ease now, he likes how your able to make a comfortable space for him to just let go of it all ;3
Would enjoy getting gifts from you, it means a lot for him and he'll make sure they stay somewhere safe!!
Physical affection? Hell yeah!!!! Another thing that helps him calm down, especially after a tiring long day.
Verbal affection is better, like yes tell him how much you love and appreciate him while you cuddle.
Also won't tell Darnell and Nene about you but wouldn't mind if you wanted to meet them! They'd probably like you.
And they would all repay you by doing the same things you do to them, in their own way ofc ♡
I was wondering if you could do a fic/hcs about pico x reader where they both date each other to robound from their exes?
If not then thas okay
OF COURSE!! Legit seems super fun to write. will be in chapters!!!
Pico just wanted love. She just wasn't the right one.. at least that's what he told himself. He ran his slim fingers through his bright orange hair, wishing he had the motivation to get up.. or to even just do anything beside staring at the ceiling for another hour, getting tired of the taste in his mouth.
He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes drowsily.. he grabs a random black tee hanging out from the dirty basket, slipping it over his frame and popping his head out, letting out a yawn. As Pico stood and stumbled into the restroom, he looks at himself.. Shit.
His hair was ruffled everywhere, his eyes still slightly red with tear streaks down his face. He looked a mess, and he knew it. He felt it.
He rubbed his face.. he didn't even know why he put a shirt on, all he wanted was a shower. He slipped it back off, dropping his boxers and reaching into the shower to turn on the water, letting it warm up for a moment before letting the water hit his finger to test the temperature.. FUCK! Cool, way too hot. Way to go Pico, you just woke up and you already got hurt. He retracted his hand instantly, before flicking his wrist to fling off the remaining droplets.
He turns the knob down a bit before attempting again.. perfect. He steps in, facing the shower head and letting the water dampen his hair, and run down his face.. the water trailing down his neck, leaving a sense of comfort at the warmth. He lets out an exhausted sigh, running his fingers through his hair.
He turns and opens his eyes.. yawning before extending his hand and pumping his 2 in 1 Krackengard Old Spice shampoo and conditioner into his palm, reaching up to massage it into his soft orange hair.
He gently runs his digits through his soapy hair, letting the water rinse it out. He reaches for the conditioner, pumping out a squirt before he reaches back up into his hair — touching a very specific spot that made him think of.. her... His heart ached, he knew he'd never find someone like her.. someone who made him feel how she did.. but that was the point, wasn't it?
When he steps out of the shower, steam enveloping his lean frame, he wraps a white towel around his waist and uses a rag to dry his face.. he looked into the foggy mirror, looking exhausted.
He got himself situated, gelling his hair back like always, washing his face, brushing his teeth.. putting on an emerald green shirt, and khakis. He looked like.. well, himself.
He walked out of the restroom, putting on his socks and shoes before slipping his handgun into his holster, hiding it under his shirt.
Pico grabs his keys, before finally walking out the door. The smells of the city outside his apartment overwhelmed him. A mix of weed, cigarette smoke, and oil.
He shut the door behind him, letting the lock click.
IM SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT IM HAVING MAJOR THINGS HAPPENING TO ME I FEEL LIKE AN AO3 AUTHOR RN
- Has very rough hands, calloused from gripping his uzi all the time. But is willing to use hand lotion if you prefer to hold a soft hand
- Loves to lay his head on your lap. Or your stomach. Or your chest. Or anywhere else.
-His kisses are slow and gentle at first, but will inevitably become rougher and sloppier as they go on
- For the love of ALL that exists PLEASE run your fingers through his hair. He will MELT.
- Has surprisingly soft lips
- He's definitely not mentally sound, but you're patient enough to help him through his flashbacks and episodes
-he's used to being the dominant one but will be just as willing to go forward if you're wearing the pants in the relationship.
-If you have a problem with someone, he would happily take care of them for you. Take care of them how, you ask? Well, let's just say you won't be hearing from them anymore....
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