5 Works in Pico Needs a Hug (Pico's School)
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The Night Where the Sparks Formed by Char_Ming
Fandoms: Friday Night Funkin' (Video Game), Pico's School (Video Games)
23 Mar 2025
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[A SEPARATE VERSION OF THIS IS BEING REMADE]
From the night where the sparks formed, where the flame met the fear, two hands remain together held; No more truth to be revealed.
From the night where the sparks formed, where the fire meets the ash, a spirit brightened up and a painful burning trash. Two hands collide together, a perfect match for two. Teach me again how to express my feelings, and how you'll express your feelings too.
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Pico and Keith got into a argument and this is the aftermath
Also Cherry is so sweet in this fic
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Pico was about to say something when that cough finally caught up to him. He jerked his arm out from under her so he could at the very least prop himself up to not cough in GF's face just as the fit hit him. It took him a good few seconds to be able to stop.
The pieces suddenly clicked together in Pico's head.
Shit. He was sick.
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Pico doesn't do well with vulnerability. Unfortunately, his immune system isn't giving him a choice this time.
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- Part 7 of funkycule au
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We Run Together & The Paint Starts to Blur by yourmismatchedsocks
Fandoms: Friday Night Funkin' (Video Game)
30 Mar 2024
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UNFINISHED · CLASSROOM | Pico / Male Reader 》 by lukawasdeleted (orphan_account)
Fandoms: Friday Night Funkin' (Video Game), Pico's School (Video Game)
28 Feb 2022
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The arm pushed him so that he was practically sitting on the desk that was just behind him, his backpack fallen over his shoulder and to the other side of the desk. His legs were sloppily hanging over the edge, his body sat halfway of the desk; sort of how you sit in an orchestra during a performance but on a desk. Y/N squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation that something bad was going to happen, looking away from the person towering over him. Even with his eyes shut, he could feel the other’s arms pinning him down against his sides on the desk by the air that shifted past him throughout the process. Long after, hot breath trickled down y/n’s face, swallowing hard; the lump had taken it's time to get down his throat, the saliva hurting his throat.
Pico x Male Reader smut that was supposed to be fluff, smut and angst but I gave up.