bearkkyou

[bearkkyou]

So, i fucking died lmfaoooo

I'm taking my summer slow and doing stupid shit behind the scenes, but don't worry, i haven't forgotten about my account!

I'm totally gonna keep writing stupid FNF bullshit since I'm not into any other games or fandoms in this current moment, but I might get into new shit at SOME fucking point lmfao, and if i do, don't bitch 💛

Love you guys!

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i am officially on summer vacation!!! time to finally get some writing done! thanks to everyone who liked and followed me! look forward to some new content >:3

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I know it's been a hot minute since i posted anything, but I'm getting on it! I have a lot of drafts on my pc that i need to flesh out, plus I'm workin on a FNF story that's gonna take some time to write, but I'll hopefully post later on tonight!

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My brain it rotting, week 7 Pico has me frothing by the mouth

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i wish i know how to do the blue keep reading bullshit tab thingie

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Take your boyfriend to work day

Alright, another degenerate pico x bf post down. I’ve got some angst brewing on the way, so look forward to it, or don’t. Slight NSFW implication, there’s nothing explicitly mentioned, but it’s implied. Italics are thoughts. This one is 2493 words total. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Alright babe, I’m gonna head out now.” Pico calls from the living room, as he grabs his keys. “Hold on, wait a sec!” Boyfriend comes running over from the kitchen, and hugs Pico from behind. “Stay safe, ok?” He hugged Pico tightly, snuggling into him a bit before letting him go. “Aww, are you worried about me? That’s adorable.” Pico gave him a smug look as he turned around and hugged Boyfriend properly, planting a kiss on his forehead, which made Boyfriend smile in a bashful way. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, you know this! Hmph.” Boyfriend lets go of Pico, and turns around, acting upset, when in reality he’s just trying to act tough like Pico. Boyfriend doesn’t like watching him leave the house, knowing that he’s putting his life in harms way just because he wants to, and he can. It doesn’t sit right with him, but, if it makes Pico happy, he doesn’t want to put a stop to it. “I’ll be fine, you know this.” Pico puts his hands on Boyfriend’s shoulders and turns him around while giving him a small, but warm smile, as he pulls him into another hug. “You promise, right?” He looks up at Pico, a worried look on his face, that was soon turned into a soft gaze as he stared deep into Pico’s eyes. “ Of course, babe. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be fine. And if I do end up hurt, I’ll patch myself up to save you the worry, ok?” Pico gazed back at him and bent down just a bit to plant a soft kiss on his lover’s lips before pulling back to plant one more on his forehead. This made Boyfriend blush, as he nodded softly. Pico grabbed his guns and slipped them into his back pockets as he made his way out the door, waving a final “goodbye”, before he took off. This left Boyfriend all alone in the house, bored as always. He went back to the kitchen to grab a can of Monster, and cracked it open before sitting at Pico’s desk. As he turned to use the laptop sitting there, he started pondering. “What even is his job, anyway?” He understood that it was rather dirty work, mostly involving the killing of others, but what exactly was it? How was it done, and most importantly, why? Boyfriend knew he wasn’t exactly going to get answers, as Pico rarely talks about his jobs. Most of the time when Pico comes home, he hits the shower, Boyfriend patches him up and then they cuddle and watch tv until they both fall asleep. But this left Boyfriend wondering, and he was wondering hard. He just wanted to see what it was like, at least once, just to know what exactly is it that his lover does. As he sat there, Boyfriend imagined what Pico would look like in the current moment: he though Pico looked like some sort of secret spy, stalking the enemy from afar, taking quick and calculated shots to not alert the others, doing his job efficiently. The thought stuck with him, and it left him starstruck. To imagine his amazing boyfriend in a life-or-death situation where he just overpowers the enemy in their totality, it shook him to his core, and a warm sensation overcame him. He wanted to see Pico in action. He needed to see with his own eyes what Pico looked like, what was his expression like, what his tactics were, Boyfriend wanted to see all of it. He wanted that experience for himself. And with his mind fully collected, he threw on his sneakers and headed off on a mission to find and watch Pico from afar. He was confident that just watching him would be fine, and once he had his fill he would quickly head home to not cause Pico any problems. “I’ll be fine!” He thought, his overconfidence shining in the dark. “And if anything happens, I know Pico will protect me.” Boyfriend put all his faith into his lover, knowing that Pico would always prioritize him over anything. Boyfriend had no problem leaving his life in Pico’s hands, and it shows.

He set off on a mission to find his lover, no matter how long it took. Thinking back to the small details Pico had mentioned, Boyfriend could make a mental map of how far away his lover was, and he set off on foot, knowing that a 20-minute run would do him well to burn off the can of Monster he vigorously chugged down before leaving. He ran through alleyways, behind colorful, flashy buildings, and around desolate areas until he heard gunshots from far away, recognizing the sound instantly. “It’s Pico!” After listening to Pico fire his gun so many times in previous situations, he’s come to memorize the sound for his own benefit, in case if something were to happen. Running towards the harsh sounds, he turned ‘round the corner of a rather tall building as numerous neon signs shone their light down the long street, illuminating the silhouette of various figures. This was it. Boyfriend had found where Pico was. Now all he had to do was find Pico himself, which was a rather easy task, as he could be heard from afar but not seen. Boyfriend assumed that his thoughts were wrong, and that Pico prefers being the center of attention rather than shooting from the sidelines, but it didn’t matter to him, if anything, it made Boyfriend even more excited to be there, knowing that he would be able to watch his lover at full power. He snuck around some of the cars that were parked along the street, getting closer and closer with each step, making sure to stay as hidden as possible. He peaked over one of the cars to try and get a peak of what Pico was doing, and what he saw made his face flush, and he shuddered at the sight: Pico was fighting 3 people at once, throwing calculated punches left and right, seeming to read his enemies like books. Once one person was knocked down, he grabbed his Uzi from his back pocket and began to shoot at the other two. He took a deep breath for a second and allowed the others to come charging at him. Dodging a punch, he shot the offender, but after he turned Pico got kicked in the back, and was knocked to the floor, but he held onto his gun tight, and shot forward at the crowd that had soon surrounded him. Pico continued his onslaught of targets, still getting hurt in the process, although he kept the promise he made to Boyfriend fresh in his mind, and tried his best to avoid more lethal harm. As Boyfriend watched in awe, he felt the urge to cheer his lover on. He knew that he would be caught if he did, but he wanted to so badly, even if it meant risking his life. He wasn’t scared, if anything, he knew Pico would immediately save him if harm came too close. As Boyfriend contained himself, he continued to watch, his urge to cheer continuing it’s buildup as Pico overpowered the enemy with swift, merciless movements. Boyfriend said he would leave when he’s had a fill of Pico’s action, but if anything watching him fight in person only makes him want to watch more and more, and in a moment of pure adoration, Boyfriend lost himself and sang at the top of his lungs. “Go Pico! Yeah yeah, go Pico!” And as Boyfriend sang, Pico was caught off guard, and punched in the face, being knocked back onto the floor and dropping the guns he had on hand. Before he could get up, his enemies started moving towards Boyfriend, watching him stand atop the car he was previously hiding behind, singing his heart out, cheering his lover on. Boyfriend seemed fearless, and while Pico admired his lover for that, he was concerned more about his safety, so in a moment of desperation he jumped off the floor and grabbed the guns he dropped, making a break for his lover, shooting the crowd that formed around him as he tackled his boyfriend off the car, making sure to hold his head to not harm him. “What the fuck are you doing here, babe?!” He questioned, panicked as he grabbed his lover’s hand and ran as quickly as possible. Pico would’ve been running faster had Boyfriend not been dragging his feet, but he tried to not pay any mind to it as he looked back, watching the last few unharmed targets open a case and pull out various guns from them. Shit was about to go down, and Pico was concerned about Boyfriend’s presence so he ran far and turned into a tight alleyway, pinning his lover close against the wall to make sure they weren’t going to be seen. “What the fuck, Boyfriend…?! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Haven’t I told you to stay at home, you’re gonna get hurt, what were you thinking?!” Pico started rambling in a hushed voice, sweat running down his face as he panicked, trying to think of a way to hide his lover from harms way. But on the other hand, Boyfriend wasn’t paying attention to what Pico was saying at all, and he was rather focused on how tightly he was pinned to the wall, how hot Pico’s breath was against the side of his face, how his clothes were bloodstained and sweaty, and how hot his boyfriend looked when he was in the zone. When Pico realized that Boyfriend wasn’t paying attention to anything, he forced Boyfriend to look up at him by tilting his head up and staring him down with a seriously concerned look, that turned slightly confused when he looked at Boyfriend’s wildly clouded, starstruck expression. “Hey, are you even listening to me…?!” “…You’re funking hot when you’re killing people, you know that, right?” That’s all he could muster as his thoughts were focused elsewhere, thinking about other scenarios that he and Pico could be caught up in. Pico was confused. Panicked and confused. “Wh… What the fuck is wrong with him?! Doesn’t he know that we can die at any second?! Why is he so fucking amused by this?” “That’s not the point, babe! What the hell are you doing here? You’re gonna get yourself into deep waters if you stay here!” Pico was trying to act as serious as possible, despite his lovers current state. “Aw, Pico… I just wanted to see what you were like while you were working! I got so curious as to how it was, and what you did. What you looked like… How you acted…” Boyfriend’s voice trailed off as he started staring at Pico in inappropriate places in an obvious manner, which made Pico focus on Boyfriend even more. “Hey, hey, hey, not now, ok? Let’s at least get home first, I wouldn’t want to die while getting a sloppy toppy.” Pico gave his lover a smug smile, and in return Boyfriend flushed entirely, not expecting that for a response, yet accepting it wholeheartedly, nodding furiously. Pico led Boyfriend to a blind spot in the alleyway and sat him there. “If it’s a show you want, a show is what you’ll get, love. Just don’t peak your head out too far, yeah?” Pico winked and Boyfriend just melted in his spot, the warmness in his body escalating visibly, which Pico caught wind of, only giving him more reasons to tease his lover with his killing expertise. Pico walked out into the middle of the alleyway to finish the job, making sure to look back every few seconds to make sure Boyfriend was watching, not hesitating to show off for his lover’s entertainment. Trick shots and swift hits were all that Pico to finish the job, for now, at least. He knew reinforcements would be arriving soon, and he was a bit more hurt than he would like to be, but that wasn’t stopping him from entertaining Boyfriend. “So, how was that for a show?” Pico went over to Boyfriend to pick him up and urge him out of the alleyway, trying to get out as quickly as possible. He was bloody everywhere, most of it not his, but bloody, regardless. “You…” Boyfriend wiped the blood off Pico’s face, with the back of his hand. “You look really hot with blood coming out of your nose…” Boyfriend tried to match Pico’s pace, but to no avail as he was too focused on Pico’s appearance and what he just witnessed to move his feet correctly. “Heh, glad you think so, babe. Try and pick it up though, there are a few more people coming and I don’t want you getting hurt. We’re almost there, ok?” “Almost where?” Boyfriend asked confused, as he started moving his feet properly. In the distance he could see something that looks like a bike, but he wasn’t 100% sure what it was. “My motorcycle. We’re getting the fuck out of here.” Pico looked back lustfully at Boyfriend, which made him immediately start running the right way. Once they were by the cycle, Pico quickly handed his helmet to Boyfriend and got on, turning on the motor, and revving the engine. “Hold on tight, it’s gonna be a tricky ride.” As they took off, the last few recruits came after them, which made Pico turn the bike around, but he never stopped driving. If anything, he was going faster than before, and with the last reload of ammo he had, he took down the last few enemies. Boyfriend held onto Pico’s waist tightly, the adrenaline rush in him overflowed and he felt ecstatic to be able to witness his lover’s daily deeds. As Pico turned the bike around once more, the tires screeched loudly, only to abruptly stop, and continue on the way home. Pico popped a wheelie or two on the way, only to add to his lover’s adornment.

When they arrived home, Pico parked his bike in the front yard, and Boyfriend put the helmet he was wearing back in it’s place. Pico smiled at him mischievously, and as they walked through the front door of the house, he quickly locked the door before allowing Boyfriend to throw himself onto him. Kissing and stripping down, to nothing, they decided that it would be best to hit the shower first before doing anything too extreme. Pico decided that the best time to get a sloppy toppy was when he was clean and patched up. In reality, he was just teasing Boyfriend, making him wait for the better part of the night, but Pico made sure that the wait was worthwhile, and that it would be quite some time before Boyfriend decided to follow Pico to work again.

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Thunderstorms and Late Night Kisses

And the degeneracy starts! You’re in my world now, stay or get out lmfao This is some Boyfriend x Pico shit that I can’t stop writing, it’s just a ton of fluff because i have none in my life! 1389 words total.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The weather forecast this morning was sunny, with no clouds in sight, but holy shit were they wrong. It was raining so hard that the drops sounded like someone knocking forcefully knocking on the window instead of tapping like how it should sound. Pico had taken off his headphones various times just to get up and make sure that no one was at the door. Pico loved when it rained hard, it made his house feel cooler than usual, and it was always relaxing. He continued to watch some videos on his laptop before hearing pounding once again, but this time it was on his door. Startled, he stood up, grabbing his Uzi, making sure that his footsteps were quiet and swift, as he swung his front door open and pointed straight ahead, quickly lowering his guard when he saw Boyfriend standing on his doorstep, soaked in rainwater, shaken up and nervous. “Babe, what are you doing here?” Pico ushered his lover inside, worried for him, as all Boyfriend did was stand there and shudder, clearly not in a good state. Pico immediately became concerned, and went over to Boyfriend, slowly putting his hand on his lover’s shoulder to try and snap him out of it, and the second he made contact, Boyfriend jumped and clung to Pico, hugging him tightly. “Pico… Don’t let me go, please…” Pico hugged his lover back tightly, slowly caressing his head, kissing it softly. “It’s ok, I’m here. Let’s get you in the bath, ok? You can tell me what’s wrong once you’ve calmed down. I won’t let go, ok?” Pico walked Boyfriend to the bathroom slowly, making sure not to shake him up more than he already was. He sat Boyfriend down on the toilet seat and ran a warm bath, before stripping his lover down, and setting him into the warm water. Pico rolled up his sleeves before he began to gently wash Boyfriend, planting small, soft kisses along his arms, neck and face in an attempt to calm his lover down. “Are you okay now, babe?” Pico questions softly, as he rinses Boyfriend with warm water, making sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold. “Mhm… Thank you, Pico… I just… I don’t like storms like this… The thunder and the lightning really scare me, especially if I’m home alone, and I just can’t be alone when they come. I would sleep through it if I could, but the rain is just so loud…” Boyfriend answered softly, still shaken up, but he looks calmer than before. Pico helped him out of the tub and wrapped him up in a towel before bringing him over to his room, getting a spare change of warm clothes, dressing his lover up before changing his own wet clothes. Pico had showered about 20 minutes before Boyfriend showed up, and he wasn’t about to leave Boyfriend alone just to run some hot water on his face. “Next time, I’ll go over to your house, ok? You don’t have to come here and get soaked and potentially get sick just because you don’t want to be alone.” Pico pulled out a hairdryer from one of his dresser drawers and plugged it into the wall before turning it on, softly blow-drying Boyfriend’s hair. He tried to be as calming and kind as possible, not accustomed to giving care. Pico never knew that Boyfriend was afraid of thunderstorms and he really wanted to try and do his best to calm his lover down. After a while, Boyfriend’s hair was finally dry, and Pico put the blow-dryer down on his desk. “There, now your hair is nice and dry. If you want me to do anything else, or need me to do anything else at all, let me know, ok? For now, let’s just stay in bed.” As he spoke, Pico moved Boyfriend over from the chair he was sitting on, to the cozy bed right behind them, placing him down softly. The storm only got worse as Pico laid down next to Boyfriend, opening his arms wide, accepting his lover with warm cuddles and a kiss on the head. He could feel Boyfriend’s nervous shaking, his heartbeat racing against his lower chest, and he heard how Boyfriend’s breath would hitch in his throat as the lightning struck, waiting for him to weakly exhale when the sound of booming thunder came to haunt him. Boyfriend held onto Pico tightly as if he was the only thing keeping him from blowing away in the storm, and Pico couldn’t help but blush excessively at the adoring affection, making sure to hold onto Boyfriend just as tight as a way of saying that he wasn’t letting him go anywhere. Pico rubbed small circles into Boyfriend’s back, watching him slowly but surely relax. At some point, Boyfriend had fallen asleep, and Pico stayed awake, making sure to keep him in this state of calm, not wanting his lover to wake up in a state of disarray and start panicking. The rain had significantly calmed down, the once harsh drops now becoming a quaint little patter against the bedroom window. Pico wanted to do something nice for Boyfriend before he woke up, and he didn’t know what to do, until it hit him. What’s the best thing to have on a rainy day? Soup, of course! Chicken soup, preferably, but Pico doesn’t know how to make chicken, so he thought of the closet thing that was soup related and came to the conclusion that tomato soup would work just fine. Tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich, who wouldn’t love that? Pico had made up his mind and decided that he would only be gone for a little bit. He slowly let Boyfriend go and covered him with a warm blanket before heading off to the kitchen to try and cook something nice for his boyfriend. He put on the apron that Nene bought him and got to cooking. Pico put the tomatoes he bought and cut in a deep oven dish, seasoned them with salt, pepper and olive oil, and stuck them in the oven while he diced up some onions and garlic. When the tomatoes were done baking, he threw everything into a pot with some butter and added some extra seasonings before letting everything simmer. While he waited, he quietly walked to his bedroom to check up on Boyfriend to make sure he was still sleeping and covered with the blanket. He opened the door just by a little crack and took a peak inside. Seeing that his lover was safe, warm and sound asleep, he closed the door and went back to the kitchen. After the tomatoes simmered for a while, he added milk and flour and stirred continuously, watching the aromatic, red liquid thicken immensely. He left it to simmer once more before making 2 grilled cheese sandwiches, one for him and one for Boyfriend. Grabbing the handheld blender, he blended the tomatoes together before pouring the soup into 2 different bowls, setting the tray on the table. He looked over at what he did as he took off the apron, and he felt extremely proud of himself, he can only hope that it tastes as good as it looks. Pico slowly walked to his room and opened the door quietly, before sitting on the bed next to Boyfriend. “Hey, babe?” He whispered softly, as he softly caressed Boyfriend’s cheek, waking him up as nicely as possible. “Mhh?” Boyfriend opened his eyes before stretching, rubbing them softly, “What happened…?” He questioned, still half asleep. “I made you some food, yeah? I bet you’re hungry, so come meet me in the kitchen when you’re fully awake.” Pico kissed Boyfriend softly, before walking to the kitchen, watching his lover soon follow behind. Pico explained that he decided to try his hand at cooking for once, and when he mentioned that he wanted to care for Boyfriend and do something nice, it made Boyfriend light up with joy as he sat down to eat. They had decided that the food that Pico cooked came out surprisingly well, considering he almost never cooks. They spent the rest of the day cuddled up in Pico’s room, stomachs full of good food, and arms full of each other’s love and care.

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Yes, hello, hi! I'm BearKkyou! You can call me Bear. I uhhhhh, i write! I haven't posted anything yet but I'll get on that eventually!

You will either be very pleased with what i write, or 100% disappointed! Either way, I'm just looking to spread my fortunate misfortune that was gifted to me in the form of hands and the ability to write. (*´ω｀*)

I write a lot of stuff, between fanfic, x readers, poems, stories and just random shit so look forward to it, or don't idrc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You'll see a pattern in what i write if you pay attention! I just might take requests one day so keep your eyes peeled and your assholes gaped open for that news. Yeah! Enjoy yourself or don't, you decide lmao