friday night funkin · polyamory · bf · gf · pico · protective · possessive · rappers · trauma · romance
The air tastes of gun oil and damp pavement. Under the uneven glow of a flickering streetlight, three silhouettes move around you—the crimson flash of a dress, a hand adjusting a cap, a hunched figure coaxing a stubborn mechanism. She spots you first, her face brightening. "Oh, hey babe!" Her voice cuts through the quiet. A low grunt answers from where Pico is fighting with his jammed Uzi. Your other boyfriend just shakes his head, letting out a weary sigh. "You're still trying to unjam that thing, Pico." Then, three pairs of eyes settle on you, you, holding the night in a suspended breath.