#boyfriend/pico

[miras-ao3-feeds]

by Char_Ming

Even the smallest star will still burn the brightest even in the darker parts of the sky

Words: 802, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Pico's School (Video Games), Friday Night Funkin' (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Benjamin Fairest (Soft Mod Boyfriend), Pico N. Grounds (Soft Mod Pico)

Relationships: Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin')/Pico (Pico's School)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Frank Fairest, Mentioned Marilyn Fairest, Pico's a huge sap, Abusive Parents, Benjamin has PTSD, implied domestic abuse, lots of fluff, Trashi's the best lol, Poor Ben, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Soft Pico (Pico's School), Benjamin Fairest | Soft Mod Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin'), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[theradicalace]

omg i DO still know how to draw, it’s a miracle!!

[spoopdeedoop]

picodelix was crazy huh

[kor0kke]

❤️💙💚🩷💜✨️

They're a cool gang when they're not trying to kill eachother

Pico if he were PEAKK!!1!!11

[dahliaxblack]

I had fun with this one

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

He's tired of hearing about his dick man—

I like the idea that bf is just an absolute fucking menace and they didn't work out bc Pico's like "can you STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR COCK"

Also like the idea of Pico feeling bad for gf for having to put up with his shit JFKDKDKDM

[viozzu]

"Yeah so we're not getting the cash-"

[sharkylass]

So- Fnf fans how we feeling about the weekend update- (this is not even remotely related but it triggered the fixation-)

Just thinking about how Pico was fully planning to commit to the assassination bit, but just saw BF and he realized he couldn't do it. Lord forbid he admits it to himself that he's fond of that damn idiot tho- (Idiot who was shot at and promptly proceeded to invite the shooter to a friendly rap battle CAUSE YO, WE HAVEN'T SEEN EACHOTHER IN AGES!!!) So instead he is "playing with his food" so to speak, only to end up going home hungry, broke and bitchless.

I have some ideas as to how the actual songs go along but for now this is all you're getting.

But yeah no the weekend was really cool- [Commissions]

Also putting an alt here for my sanity, don't pay attention to it

[universallydelegated]

his theme song is playing

[gerryuhu]

3 pndjos

[aaashr]

This is super cute!! The new update was so much fun!!

[miras-ao3-feeds]

by ShadesOfNavy, Wink_all_star

Words: 4252, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Friday Night Funkin' (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin'), Pico (Pico's School)

Relationships: Boyfriend/Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin'), Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin')/Pico (Pico's School)

Additional Tags: Smut, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Soft Mod (Friday Night Funkin'), B3 Remixed Mod (Friday Night Funkin'), Neo Mod (Friday Night Funkin'), Benjamin Fairest | Soft Mod Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin'), B3 Remixed Mod Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin'), Neo Mod Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin’), Beta read by yours truly Shady Navy lol, Soft Pico (Pico's School)

[theradicalace]

the obligatory thunderstorm fic

(crossposted from ao3)

fandoms: friday night funkin

pairing: boyfriend/pico

summary: it's literally just pico comforting boyfriend during a thunderstorm idk what to tell you

Of all the things that could have happened tonight, Blake would probably put "a freak thunderstorm" as one of the worst.

It was ridiculous, really. Up and coming musician, known for handling demons and rap battling on top of cars and in active miliary zones, all with a grin and a peace sign...

And he's reduced to a trembling mess, hiding under the covers from a little bit of thunder. Could he possibly get more childish?

The rain against the windows was loud enough that he nearly missed the sound of the front door being opened, but there was no mistaking the knock at his bedroom door, or the voice that called out afterwards.

"You doin' alright in there, Morse Code?"

Storm be damned, that cheesy nickname would never fail to warm his heart. He wanted to say something, to tell him that everything was just fine, but all he managed was a vague sort of squeak.

"Yeah, I guess that was a dumb question."

The door swung open quietly as Pico let himself in. He crossed the room in a few long strides, and slid under the blankets to pull his shaking partner close to him. Blake curled up against him instinctively, laying his head against his chest.

"Guessing you're probably not verbal at all right now, huh?"

Blake gave a half hearted wave of his hand. He could talk right now, it just... wouldn't be easy.

Pico just raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, well, don't push yourself. You know you're gonna regret it later."

Before he could bring himself to respond, lightning flashed outside, and Blake tensed, clinging to Pico like a lifeline. The anticipation of the thunder was almost worse than the thunder itself sometimes.

Then the actual thunder hit, and holy shit, nevermind, the anticipation was absolutely not worse.

"Take it easy there, you're gonna break my ribs at this rate."

Pico was only joking. He knew that, of course he knew that. But he still couldn't help the distressed whine he let out.

"Woah, I'm kidding! I'm just giving you shit, babe."

A moment passed where the only sounds Blake could were the howling wind outside, and Pico's steady heartbeat, before he spoke up again.

"Hey... You know it's okay to be scared, right?"

As always, he'd managed to zero in on the deeper problem without needing to be told.

"You're always so damn hard on yourself. Nobody's gonna think less of you for being afraid."

Blake pulled his hands free for just long enough to sign a quick phrase.

"Don't want to talk about this. Please."

Pico tilted his head to the side, the way he always did when he was lost in thought. Then, without saying another word he started humming a familiar melody.

It was a lullaby from when they both were younger. Blake was honestly surprised that he still remembered it at all. He could feel the notes as they reverberated through his chest, soothing and soft.

They stayed like that for a time, one song giving way the next. Eventually, it was hard to tell where one ended and another began.

The storm raged on outside. But inside the darkened apartment, Blake was comfortable in his lover's arms. Pico was still humming an aimless tune, hand rubbing slow circles on his back. Slowly, he relaxed enough to finally get some rest.

He trusted Pico to keep him safe.

[spoopdeedoop]

world’s worst polycule

[kor0kke]

I also drew gay people 😇

[the-little-knight]

FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH /silly