Friday Night Funkin' -- Ruv x Fem Reader

Oops- I did it again

**ALCOHOL WARNING** 

You and Whitty were sitting on the couch playing Call of Shooting, while Pico was laying on the floor playing with Whitty's kitten, Flare. The two of you were playing co-op, and you were kicking Whitty's ass.

"Fuck!" you shot him around the corner, "Where the hell did you learn to play like this?!"

"It's all sheer talent, Whit..." you snuck up behind him and blasted him with a slug shotgun, winning the game with a score of 26 kills (all Whitty of course), "Bask in my glory, motherfucker... maybe you'll pick up a thing or two." you smirked.

"I...how..." he stared at the screen dumbstruck, "I killed you twice! How the fuck did you get 26 kills?!"

You leaned back on the couch with your arms raised behind your head, "Dunno... just good I guess."

"You guess?!"

Pico sat up with the kitten in his arms, "Sucks to suck, Whits."

"Yup, and Whits sucks dick." you laughed at your own joke. Whitty glared at you and set his controller to the side.

"I'm only letting you leave off on a win because it's your birthday." He stood up and walked toward his kitchen, "Otherwise you'd be crying to your mom because of how bad I beat your ass."

Pico let out a huge laugh. Whitty looked over at him, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing Whits..." he sat up from the floor, "just the fact you think you could actually beat Y/N in a COS game."

"Send me home crying? Really? What are you, 12?" you laid across the couch, relaxing your posture.

"He wishes." Pico picked up the kitten and sat on the arm of the couch.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you looked at Pico, then Whitty.

Whitty squinted his eyes, staring at Pico, "Yeah Pico...what is that supposed to mean." he asked the question with threatening monotone voice. You picked up on it, but decided it wasn't worth your time, as you knew Whitty would act stupid when asked, and Pico would make you guess the answer yourself.

You sat up and leaned into Pico, petting the kitten, "When did you get her again?"

"About a week ago...I found her wandering on the street," he reached into an overhead cupboard and grabbed a small container of wet cat food, "Garcello said he'd seen her walking around by herself...apparently he'd been leaving out food for her every now and then."

You smiled slightly, "That was sweet of him... didn't know that guy had a good side..."

"He creeps me the fuck out." Pico said bluntly.

You sighed, "Dude. Be nice." Pico looked at you and rolled his eyes. You moved back to the original subject, "how'd you name her?"

Whitty walked over and set the opened can on the ground, "Well, she's a brighter orange than Pico's hair, so you can see her from basically anywhere in this dull ass city...plus, the end of her tail is burnt." He walked over to Pico and gently grabbed the small kitten, "I like her... it's nice having company around here."

You watched as he set Flare on the ground next to her meal, she stuck her head into the can as soon as she reached the floor. "I thought you weren't a cat person? Or...animal person."

"Well technically I'm not a person, and I never said I didn't like cats, I just didn't like the idea of being responsible for something other than myself..." he watched the little bundle of fluff enjoy her meal, "but...people change I guess..." the corners of his mouth upturned into a soft smile. You noticed and smiled yourself.