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ashbtten · 1 year

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@ofgentleresolve | at Alfred again, because teh EDITor!!!!!!!!!!!!

He should meet this scenario with more urgency, he muses somewhere at the back of his head. Add the usual tension to it and his bones that he always meets the world with, be more cautious than cautious, knee-jerking into lies over lies, painting a picture foreign to him just because donning made-up clothes feels safer, less like he’ll crack at the first correct assumption.

But… What kind of trouble could he possibly get himself into, here, under the careful, tight scrutiny of a barista with a sharp eye and apparently enough skeletons in his closet or baggage on his back to find reason to use said sharp eye on him?

Patrick enjoys sharp people almost to the same degree he’d rather have nothing to do with them.

It makes sense, tensing up under the way the barista pieces his conclusions together, makes conjectures and speeds through the conversation with the finality of someone who doesn’t have time to waste on trouble he knows he can avoid, knows isn’t worth his time, when he’s got more important things to worry about.

But Patrick is violently flawed individual. He always enjoys, bitterly, cynical, to be reminded of his fears and concerns, to worry, to gnaw at his insides, to force these kinds of habits back onto his frame.

And also stupidly enamoured with humanity.

He smiles, dragged out of him with a sadist’s hook, asking him to show the blood on his teeth and the drowsiness of his concussion. He isn’t concussed, though, hasn’t bitten into anything in quite a while, not even his own tongue. He smiles at the offer of a napkin with a denying shake of his head, and finds himself still enough in his own hands to resist one of the many reflexes he’s picked up from humans, looking at the object of the conversation.

Stuff of amateurs. Just because he’s talking about his shirt doesn’t mean he instantly has to look at it.

It’s that little tick that becomes useful when you yawn, turn your head, check your watch and someone in the crowd follows you only milliseconds after, revealing where their attention had been focused on, whom it had glued to.

He’s a little gruffer than he’d expected him to be, the man who pours the drinks. He goes through his words with the efficiency of a well-coded algorithm or a well-broken soldier.

“Good advice,” Patrick lifts his head with a conceding sigh, folding his arms in front of himself, liberating only his left hand to pull his cup closer. He lifts it in front of himself, presenting it to the man who’d made it, allowing an eyebrow to follow the motion into the same direction. “Are you trying to imply I shouldn’t drink this? That’s a shame, it smells really good.”

He makes a show out of bringing the cup back to his nose and inhaling deeply, closing his eyes with the gentleness of someone expecting an angel’s kiss to their forehead. The kind, soft angels introduced to children, not the actual biblical ones any sensible man would cower before, hopefully sinners and saints both. He exhales with a pleased little 'ah~’ and opens his eyes.

If his smile is meant to insinuate that he’s poking fun at the man who pours the drinks and the distance, the tension he’s trying to add to the situation, well, that’s nobody’s business but… the barista’s, actually. How bad could the consequences he enacts possibly be to a being like Patrick, who pretends he doesn’t care about pain and collects slaps with the ancient sighs of resigned teachers.

Nah, this looks like it’s more a hassle to him than it’ll be to the wolf.

Potentially.

The wolf does tend to let things bother him more than he should.

He sets the cup back down, further implying he might never actually drink it. “Information?” he asks, not quite perking up, trailing his gaze off by turning the cup in circles and frowning curiously at the various items littering the showcase of the barista’s craft behind him. Information. Now, why would an information broker have any use for that? Unheard of, truly. He snorts to himself and tries to soften the reaction into something friendly, polite, non-threatening and perhaps a little soft when he makes to make eye contact with the man again.

Whatever’ll get him to not kick him out.

He’d hate to have to get up again. He could use getting to sit here and pretending he doesn’t want to slump into the wood and forget his own name. Not the right kind of counter for that.

“What would I need information for?” cocks his head to the side, blinks open and unperturbed like an exhausted puppy with a leash of thorns around his throat, that usual tightness he can’t get out of the corners of his eyes, the uncharacteristic glow of interest to eyes meant to be cold.

#ofgentleresolve #monster child & broker;main verse #Patrick batting his eyelashes notably not wearing glasses: you wouldn't hit a guy wearing glasses would you #ALRIGHT LET ME START WITH: I ADORE YOU AND EVERY TIME #I GET A NOTIFICATION FROM YOU IT MAKES ME GROW ROSES AND DAISIES AND SUNSHINE AROUND MY HEART #so jot that down~ KLFDGKLHJGFKJHL this is magnificent as EVERYTHING you write is I AM #ALREADY OBSESSED with Alfred it takes me A TOTAL OF FIVE SECONDS to fall in love with your muses #HOW DO YOU DO THAT wait don't tell me a magician must keep their secrets I WILL keep coming to your shows tho~#that makes little sense BUT JUST TO SAY THAT FKHLGHJLKGH i LOVE Alfred subtly threatening him #he's so right for it too ofc it's understandable better safe than sorry ESPECIALLY in his milieu okay absolutely understandable #even Patrick would agree he's just decided to be a MENACE today~#he's looking for one thing only and that's TROUBLE FLDKGFH no i'm kidding #he may be a wolf but he's very much like a cat slinking breaking vases and then purring at you #THANK YOU SO FOR TAGGING ME HERE THAT'S SO ♥♥♥#apologies to Alfred tho I know Patrick sounds nice-ish but he's also being a lil shit #Alfred: if you need info come back later through the backdoor we open around noon #Patrick who knows exactly what a business front is: owo what do you mean why would i ever do such a thing~#aLSO had to re-tag you because trim reblogs was attacking me specifically

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facefullofsadness · 4 months

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Can I request sub!Sakura x soft!dom!reader? Basically fluff smut (-_-")

sakura unnie being just the submissive bby girl she truly is 🥰

content - loser gamer!sakura (bc she literally is just a loser who happens to be an idol u can't change my mind), smut (cunnilingus, corruption kink kinda but not really inflicted, reader is a lil intoxicated), fluff (I guess? like kinda?)

wc - 2148 (might've gotten carried away...)

sakura is a sensitive girlie.

and this doesn't just apply to in bed but in real life too. when you first met her, she was so shy and jumpy. seeing her at a pc café with the cat ear headphones she brought from home, wearing glasses, gray sweatpants, and a graphic tee way too oversized for her small body.

going up to her because u recognized her from your biochem class, asking if she did the homework yet.

"oh uh, hi, you know my name? uhm, sorry I'm a mess. wait a second, sorry," kura would stumble over her words, balancing her focus between the pretty girl talking to her and the intense league match she had going on.

sigh, how fucking adorable.

the way you grazed her shoulder with the tips of your fingers as you *intently* watched as she tried not to feed the enemy team (failing by the way). your focus was more on the way sakura's body tensed at the gentle contact.

it flicked a switch in your brain watching her bite down hard on her lip, trying so hard not to break in front of you. this only whirred you on, needing to see her desperate. and so you made it your goal to make this girl yours, in every way.

wooing her (easily bc pretty girl) into becoming your girlfriend, making her feel so loved and special, making her feel like you were the only person in the world for her. yes of course you loved her truly, but the switch that was on in your head always shone a light so bright that reminded you of how obsessed you were with the submissive aspects of this girl.

starting tame in your relationship, holding hands, cupping her cheeks and rubbing your thumbs against them, planting soft and gentle kisses on her, giving her sweet cuddles. it would eventually progress into brushing fingers against her sensitive waist, hearing as kura would release shaky breaths at the contact, deep and passionate makeout sessions where she would be breathless and sweaty under you, kissing and leaving dark marks on her neck and across her chest which would have her whining, trying to push you away because god how embarrassing it felt to be so small against you.

seeing her face so flushed pink and eyes dazed after an intimate moment drove you insane. you absolutely just needed to see more. and so when the first time you guys had sex, you had to remind yourself not to take it too far. after all, she's still your lovely sweet loser girlfriend who wouldn't hurt a fly (mostly because she's probably too scared of it).

and by sex, I mean eating out your precious girlfriend while she was gaming. you had gotten a little tipsy that night, drinking by yourself in the living room, dragging your body into kura's bedroom where she was focused in on a match of overwatch. too buzzed to act interested in her game, you pull yourself onto her lap and nestled your face into her neck.

you smiled against her skin as you felt the girl's breath hitch at the sudden gesture, your hot breath hitting her sensitive spot.

"y/n baby, I'm k-kinda busy right n-now..." she'd stutter, losing focus.

you shush her, planting wet kisses against her jaw and neck, "keep playing kura, don't worry about me. just focus."

the cogs in your brain speed and your heartbeat races with the corruptive thoughts running through your head. you feel yourself heat up at the need to feel her fall apart against you, shaking in your hold. hearing her shaky voice make callouts to her teammates over comms, your greedy hands brushing her sides and trailing her abdomen, mouth leaving wet spots across her exposed collarbone.

you moan against her skin, her body so tense when you touch her, exciting you more than you think is possible. though you wanted to be patient and gentle with her when it comes to intimate moments like this, in your drunken state, it was hard to think straight. and so it slips your mind when your hands trail up to cusp her tits, thumbs rubbing her hard nipples in circles.

your brain short circuits when you hear her whimper right against your ear, kissing her on the cheek and grinding down against her core. you push one of the headphone muffs back, whispering in her ear.

"do you like that baby, like when I touch your naughty little body like this? like when I grind against your aching pussy like that?" you rasp breathily, biting the lobe of her ear and chuckling lowly.

one of her hands fly off of the keyboard and quickly mute her mic, bringing her hand to tangle her fingers with your hair.

"ahhh fuck, y/n-ie, I'm.. that feels so.. ahh," sakura can't contain the moans slipping out of her mouth easily as your grinding continues and your fingers pinch at her hardened buds.

you pull your face away from her heaving chest and bring your lips to grace her own lips, "baby, why'd you stop playing? be a good girl and win for me."

how evil, sakura must be thinking in that little head of hers, clouded with lust.

she whines needily against your lips and you kiss her sweetly in response, "c'mon baby, I'll reward you if you listen to me."

and so she gulps and nods, leaning forward against you before unmuting and returning back to the game. hm, how easy it is to control you my love, you think sinisterly.

pulling ur hands away and getting off of her, looking up at her darting eyes, full of nervousness and excitement, you smirk at the sight. you bring your hands up to the waistband of her sweats, untying the knot and slowly pulling them down.

your eyebrows raise when you see how dark her panties have gotten, wet and practically soaked with arousal.

"you DO like this baby, don't you? looks like a little too much, what do you think?" you bite your lip as you drag a single finger across the whole length of her slit, feeling how damp her underwear truly is.

she whimpers uncontrollably above you, clamping her eyes shut and throwing her head back against the headrest, trying so hard to hold back. you just know her hands are gripped tightly into fists as you press your thumb firmly against her clit through the cloth.

"guys please, we're so close," sakura begs her teammates to wrap up the game, almost a double entendre to your ears.

you look up at her sweetly and innocently, "or take your time my love, I can wait."

she peers down to look at you and frowns, eyes welling up and face scrunched with pleasure. aww, my poor baby, she wants you to stop teasing so bad and just let her fucking cum.

you hook your fingers around her panties and pull them down to pool at her ankles with her sweatpants. you pull her to the edge of her gamer chair by her thighs, your strong grip pushing apart her legs.

"you'll get what you need so bad when you win," god you're so mean :(((

she's aching so bad, the way you can physically see her hole clench around nothing, just by your words and the sheer amount of arousal that courses through her. you can't just let her go untouched, so when you throw her panties and sweats off of her ankles and to the side, lifting her legs to rest on top of your shoulders, hearing her squeal at the movement, and hotly breathe out onto her core, you go dizzy. you swear you're probably much more fucking soaked in your underwear than she is by how turned on you were by the effects you had on her.

none of that mattered right now though, all that did matter and the only thing you focused on was sakura. your precious sakura and her leaking hole. you couldn't resist anymore, diving in and sucking her entrance directly, using your tongue to lap at all the juices that she produced messily all over her pussy.

"fuck y/n!" she moaned, not caring about the game and throwing an arm over her face, hiding behind it.

"shhh, play," you'd mumble against her, flicking your wet muscle on her bundle of nerves.

"I-I can't baby..." kura whined, hearing her start to sob.

no no, couldn't have your baby suffer now could you?

"you can do it, go kura, make me proud," you'd caress her legs sweetly, moving away from her center and kissing her trembling thighs.

"we.. I'm almost, d-done," she shakily said.

at that moment, you heard cheering explode from her headphones, sakura throwing them off and muting her mic.

her hands would fly to gripping one of your hands around her thighs and your hair, "y/n, please please please, god please it hurts so bad."

looking up at her pained and desperate expression, you smiled again, "don't worry, I'll give you your reward my good girl."

diving in greedily finally, thrusting your tongue into her hole, making the most graphic wet noises from your needy mouth and her leaking pussy. the girl above you uncontrollably moaning out your name, gripping your hand and hair tightly, it hurt.

it didn't matter to you as the juice on your tongue was so delicious, the whines filling your ears sounded like music, and the body you held was trembling with pleasure. you closed your eyes as you dug your wet muscle into her and brushed your nose against her clit.

"baby ahh! fuck fuck fuck, yes yes, please don't stop, please god, it feels sosososo good y/n, I beg you, your mouth is insane," sakura would ramble mindlessly.

you listened, being crazily pussy drunk, not being able to breathe but not caring, borderline deep throating her pussy with how deep you dug your face into her. being so horny yourself, grinding against the air and panting into her. your fingers gripped painfully against her thighs, forgetting your entire plan to treat her caringly.

not that sakura seemed to mind, her head was thrown back and mouth hung wide open, eyes rolled back and screaming out profanities with your name. her hand in your hair pushed you deeper into her, grinding her hips desperately against you.

you loosened your grip slightly to let her fuck your face. you wanted to see her lose control because of you badly, so you opened your eyes to look up at her, and you swear you could cum on the spot just by how sinful the sight was. you moaned deeply into her pussy, the vibrations making sakura go insane, her body started to thrash and jolt, humping your face even more.

you slurped hungrily at her, losing any thoughts of technique and simply eating her out how you needed to. after all, kura doesn't care and grinds against your face rabidly, everything feels too fucking good to think.

"CUMMING, CUMMING!" she'd scream out, grip on you tightening even more.

"cum for me," you try mumbling as much as you could, airways practically blocked with her pussy.

sakura's body convulses, shaking with a screaming orgasm, juices squirting from her and drenching your face, chest, and clothes. you almost drown at the contact, but drink all the arousal that escapes.

her body stops violently jolting, only jerking every now and then from the aftershocks of the mindblowing climax she just came from. you release your tight grip as she does also, caressing her thighs softly, and kissing all over her sensitive core and legs. poor baby is completely gone, dazed and exhausted. you pull away from her pussy but make your way up to her face, never fully ripping away from her.

cupping her face and looking at her spent figure. chest raising and falling, mouth open, drool leaking out, cheeks stained with tears, body limp, thighs marked red, neck littered with hickies, her eyes half-lidded, and mumbling.

"y/n-ie, I'm can't," you giggle at how fucked out she is.

the throbbing at your core hurts honestly, but you ignore it, carrying your baby girl off of the chair and onto her bed. your clothes were soaked with her juices, looking back at her desk and seeing remnants of it there too. you'd clean it later, what matters is taking care of your girlfriend now.

"you did so well baby, you can rest," you'd whisper comfortingly in her ear, kissing her lips softly.

"do you want me to get you water? I can run the bath for you?" you offer, rubbing your hands sweetly over her red thighs.

"no, need you here," she'd say, pulling you into a cuddle, passing out on the spot.

you smile and place a peck on sakura's forehead, "okay."

need her so bad...

#ffos reqs #sakura #miyawaki sakura #le sserafim #le sserafim fanfic #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim smut #fanfiction #kpop #kpop gg #sakura smut #girl group smut #chaewon #yunjin #kazuha #eunchae

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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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Hey! I'm not sure if you take requests right now. But could you do a headcanons on soft Wonwoo, if that's not too much of a trouble on you????? And I looooveeee everything you right!!! Absolute talent !

my requests are currently open for my 4k sleepover!! yay!! and thank you, you're so sweet💖😍💕

soft wonwoo always wants to hold your hand. he keeps hand sani and lotion on him at all times so his hands are always prepared for holding

when he's feeling extra playful, he approaches you slowly (like a cat), puts his palm on your head, and shakes you gently like he always does the camera

he unknowingly dedicates his animal crossing village to you; almost every detail traces back to something about you and he only realizes when he's showing it to you for the first time

he loves to be close to you. both because he's always cold and because your presence is so comforting to him. he has to be touching some part of you or he has trouble sleeping

he can't cook much but you better believe he'll be putting away food and washing dishes after every meal, even on takeout nights

one saturday a month, he takes you on his motorcycle to the farmers market for a lil drinky drink and then to the bookstore where he buys you just about anything you want

when you can't sleep, he reads to you. the combination of his voice and the vibrations of his chest under your cheek always gets you

he discovers he's actually decent at baking because the precision of the measurements is soothing to him so he practices in secret for weeks, giving the guys all of the evidence, until he can surprise you with your favorite pastry

he always keeps at least two physical photos of you with him, one in his wallet and one in his phone case.

he set you up a lil station in his gaming room where you can work on whatever your heart desires so that even when he’s locked in a tournament, he can spend time with you

he makes a powerpoint presentation to convince you to get a cat and when it ends, you show him the one in the shelter that you’ve had your eye on and he falls in love instantly

he takes pictures of everything, of you, of the cat, of the apartment, of you holding the cat in the apartment. he wants to remember it all

one morning, he wakes up and just knows he wants this for the rest of his life, so he wakes you up too and tells you to start expecting a proposal. you don’t believe him until he’s on one knee with your dream ring in his hand (your bestie showed him your pinterest board, he didn’t snoop!)

#wonwoo x reader #wonwoo headcanons #wonwoo fluff #soft wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen headcanons #✨emily answers✨#✨emily writes✨#✨em's 4k sleepover✨#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #wonwoo x y/n #wonwoo x you #seventeen imagines #wonwoo imagines

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thisiscarlatrying · 27 days

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modern!ellie hcs

notes/warnings: this is my first time doing something like this.. 😭😭 i hope u like it🙏 also, ellie and reader are dating and a lil of loser!ellie... that's just the way she is 😞

not proofread i think, i'll try to make it as good gramatically as i can but no promises 🙏🙏 (english is not my first language forgive me 😭😭)

| CONGO, SUDAN, PALESTINE | DAILY CLICK | DON'T BUY TLOU |

modern!ellie who cuts her own hair.. she REFUSES to go to a hair salon, she says it's a "waste of time and money"

modern!ellie who is kind of into fashion, i think she'd dress like this or like this...

also i just know she LOVES LOVES LOVES jorts, when spring starts that's ALL she'll wear

AND you guys just share clothes, you steal all her clothes and she steals yours

modern!ellie who wears a LITTLE bit of makeup, just mascara and chapstick. highlighter for special occasions

also her lips are so dry... 😭 she applies chapstick every five minutes and is constantly losing hers so you had to get her a one of those BIG vaseline things because she wouldn't stop stealing yours

modern!ellie who is a cat girl. you guys have like three cats together and they all look like the both of you

also their names are you guys' ship names until you ran out of name combinations and the names you had to choose were something like "sardine" or "chicken nugget"

modern!ellie who just loves kids cartoons like adventure time or the amazing world of gumball

modern!ellie who is CONSTANTLY daydreaming about being spidergirl and swinging around the city (spidergirl!ellie hcs coming soon... 🤭)

modern!ellie who plays minecraft and stardew valley for eight hours straight

modern!ellie who LOVES youtube and can't have a meal without watching a video

i KNOW she loves sinjin drowning. I DON'T MAKE THE RULES 🤷‍♀️

modern!ellie who has an INSANE vinyl collection.. it's all divorced dad music but she also owns a few of your favourite albums for when you come over<3

modern!ellie who is a barista. JUST HEAR ME OUT OKAY. while she's studying in college or something she works part time at a cafe... picture her with her little ponytail (like 17yo ellie) and her sleeves rolled up... UGHHH😭😭 she's so fine i can't.

talking about college... modern!ellie whose major is something nerdy like physics, astronomy or engineering... or maybe even architecture since she likes drawing so much

modern!ellie who was BEGGING you to move in with her until you finally agreed.. your apartment is the cutest thing ever, i feel like ellie's decorating style would be something like this:

modern!ellie who loves cuddling SOOOO MUCH. she's so touchy, she just IS.

modern!ellie whose burps make the entire building shake. it's actually insane and they smell so bad like.. you can smell the subway meatball sandwich she had for lunch earlier that day 😭😭

modern!ellie who constantly brags about you being her girlfriend, she never shuts up about you. and all of her instagram and tiktok posts would be about you (except from her outfit checks, of course)

modern!ellie who loves those cliche robbing movies, do you know what i'm talking about?? like those about robbing a bank or a museum and there's this incredibly unrealistic plan that comes out perfectly... THOSE kinds of movies. she eats them up EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

modern!ellie who fights with people on the internet constantly 😭😭 she sees a comment on a tiktok video with an opinion different than hers? SHE'LL REPLY. and she's going to wait for HOURS for the other person to respond

modern!ellie who secretly loves laland. i said it.

modern!ellie who either sleeps for 12 hours straight or won't sleep for two days. there's no in between.

modern!ellie whose walk is so funny 😭😭 it's almost like she's jumping while she walks

modern!ellie who carries a picture of you absolutely EVERYWHERE

and your apartment is filled or pictures of both of you

modern!ellie who loves her friends. she makes those stupid tiktok slideshow trends about friends but posts them privately because she's embarrased about it 😢😢😢

modern!ellie who has a journal and writes every single thought that crosses her mind down. and when she doesn't have her journal with her she writes in her notes app

modern!ellie who secretly fucks with taylor swift's sad songs and cries to them

okay i think that's enough.. im getting a little too carried away 😭😭 lmk if you like them or if i should make a part two!!

#ellie williams #ellie headcanons #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams x reader #modern ellie #lesbian #wlw #tlou #tlou2

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spdrvyn · 7 months

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hii i love your fics! may i request miguel being jealous because reader gives meows morales too much attention? (cmon man the lil guy is so cute)

the right to be jealous — MIGUEL O'HARA

☆ miguel loathes the fact that he's jealous of a cat, therefore he tries to do something about it.

fluff. jealous miguel. this ask is literally so cute... i wish whoever sent me this a very good day because wow it's so?!!!?! anyway, hi! i'm alive, school has been kicking me in the ass so this is a bit overdue, enjoy anyway ^_^

Your relationship with Miguel started off strong, everything went perfectly. Date nights, missions, and all. He felt so elated, that for once, something in his life went in the right direction, and he didn't feel like it was an error or glitch in the matrix.

He thought that you were absolutely flawless too, you had good looks, a personality that aligns with his so well, not to mention that you were endlessly patient with him. It was a quality that he'd forever be grateful, this relationship was something that he'd forever be grateful for.

... So why was he getting jealous over a cat?

"Look at you, aren't you the cutest, most handsome thing ever?" you cooed at the feline, grazing your fingers over the cat's belly, and it purrs in your grasp which causes you to squeal. "I can't believe that grumpy over there hasn't told me about you!"

I had a good reason, he wanted to say, but whatever. It was fine, everything was fine, and he could handle it. However, the scowl that permanently rested on his features deepened, you pick up on it and chuckle. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," he grumbles, turning so that his back faces you. It's not that he had an issue with the cat, it's just that all of those kisses, those compliments, and more could be going to him instead. Did he feel selfish for it? Absolutely. Would he stop feeling this way? Absolutely not.

"Miguel..." Oh no. He knew what that tone meant, bringing the palm of his hand to his face, he groans lowly before you're slinging Meows over his shoulder. "Come on, what did Meows Morales do to you, huh?"

He doesn't respond, doesn't even bother to look at you. His fingers pad along his screens and bringing files that haven't been opened up in years, he just wants to look like he's doing something but in truth, he's trying to escape your ruthless teasing.

"You're very cute when you pout, you know?" It sends a shudder up his spine, normally Miguel was very resistant with praise and let's not forget the tiny animal that's rubbing up his cheek and purring.

But when it came to you, the way that the words rolled off of your tongue, the way you looked at him, he could feel it to his very core and his heart was just so full. You could kill him with praise alone and he would die a happy man.

"And your hair," He's about to question the loss of Meows on his shoulder until you suddenly tangle your fingers at the top of his head and fix any fallen strands, pushing back his hair a little. "I think it suits you very well, you always look handsome. Even when you don't try."

Miguel's heart isn't beating as loud as a drum anymore, at this point it's the whole band. Melodious tunes that sing from the deep parts of his soul and they sing for you, his breath hitches when you slide your hand down to cup his cheek and make him properly face you.

"Hey," is all you say, yet it drives him mad.

He grabs your wrist, pushing your body up against his desk as he pins you down. Your faces are merely inches away from each other, but he leans in even closer, and you can feel his breath against your ear. "You have no idea what you do to me."

He pulls back from the crevice of your neck but still keeps that closeness, his eyes dart to your lips then back up to, and he's just about to absolutely devour you until you push your palms flat up against his chest and he stops.

"Wait," You exhale with shaky breaths, "The cat's still here."

From the corner of his eyes, he catches sight of Meows on his desk in some sort of tucked in position. He sighs before scooping him up in his arms, muttering some Spanish phrases under his breath but you can't even tell if they're meant in offense or not.

He carefully tosses him off of the platform with a huff, standing back up to full height and finally being able to direct his full attention to you. "Now,"

"Where were we?"

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x gn!reader #miguel o'hara fluff #fluff #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #gave reader some rizz

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s1m0nth3swag · 21 days

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Don't mind me just giving short drabbles because I'm sitting in class and I'm bored :3

Leon is the love of my life and uhm domestic headcanons will forever be my favourite

live laugh love Leon Scott Kennedy <3

Leon grumbles as you practically push him onto the edge of the bathtub, looking up at you with his adorable blue eyes - for everything he's gone through, he still has that puppy look about him when he's with you. He pouts softly, sighing as you rummage through various cabinets and successfully find what you had been looking for - the Bleach and Toner he usually uses on his hair. Even though Leon is the one that has been complaining about the way his hair looks for the last week, he also absolutely despises getting it done. So instead, he normally would do it himself - which he was too lazy to do this time. Still, nothing but complains about how awful his hair looked grown out like this, how it was getting too long. You were a little fed up, to say the least. Now, you had enough and pushed him into the bathroom, determined to fix his hair issue.

[Helping Leon dye his hair - Some time after RE2, but also fits for RE4 | Leon most definetly dyes his hair blonde and then stops sometime after RE4 because he gets lazy (and a lil depressed) but as someone with dyed hair it's a pain each time imo]

He huffs and sighs and pouts the entire time, while you can't help but giggle a bit at the sight, especially with how ridiculous he looks once the Bleach is setting - you curse yourself for not having your phone nearby to take pictures. Leon would fight you over it anyway, and seriously, he was stronger than you - Government mandated Training and all. The now blonde haired only calms down once you finally rinse for the last time, hair still wet as he stares at you, swiftly shaking his head like a dog, sending droplets flying through the room. You scream slightly, laughing as you feel them hit your skin and clothes, trying to shield yourself. Leon chuckles softly, grabing your hips as he pulls you towards him, resting his head against your chest. A smile places itself on your lips, uncaring that your shirt was now properly soaked as you listen to his soft murmurs of thank yous.

[Vendetta Leon with a (much) younger partner - aka Leon and the internet | your honor what if I love older men]

You hold back a laugh as you hand Leon your phone, a funny meme on it that you had found while randomly scrolling social media for hours. He stares at it, his face scrunching in confusion as he looks up at you, holding your phone as if he didn't know what to do with it. You weren't fully surprised, it had already been a hassle to get him to upgrade his flip phone to a proper smartphone. You can't help but grin, and he sighs heavily. "Your humor will be the death of me one day, what is this, love?" He grumbles, brushing a strand of dark hair out of his eyes as you sit beside him, snuggling into his side as you start explaining the meme - in the end only earning a soft chuckle from the older guy, a simple show of endearment.

[Leon with the kitten he said he didn't want - RE4 Leon | He loves cats, you can't tell me otherwise]

He stares down at the small creature, watching as it desperately tries to climb up his leg, meowing in desperation. Leon didn't want a pet, at all. Especially not a cat that wouldn't be able to defend you or the home - he sighs as he thinks of all the puppies at the shelter that would've done a great job at that. He picks the small animal up, placing it in his lap, where it promptly flops down and starts purring. His heart isn't melting. Not one bit.

Only a few days later you practically have to pry the cat from Leon if you wanted to even have a second with it. It was crazy, at first Leon had said it would never get into the bedroom or bathroom, now it was allowed to snuggle up to him in bed and even follow him whereever he went. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he loved the cat a little more than he loved you. At least when you found him during his midday nap, and with the kitten on top his chest.

#leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy re2 #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy resident evil

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soulaires · 7 months

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I need me some Kenji kishimoto fics!!! Maybe like he's drunk and aarom calls u so u so u have to pick him up and he's being a lil suggestive and goofy and fluffy and stuff!!!

My Girl.

pairings: kenji kishimoto x f!reader

summary: kenji is drunk and absolutely have no brakes.

warnings: ooc, alcohol, drunk, suggestive themes.

« words: 1,659 ┇ao3┇reblogs are appreciated! »

authors note: I know this ask is ages ago but i just cant write something very similar to my old one so I did some twist to make it different. Enjoy! Also not proofread and I wrote this at midnight. Excuse it lmao.

Kenji had always been a tough nut to crack, but that night, the alcohol had done its magic, leaving him in a state of blissful inebriation. He, along with Aaron and Adam, had gathered for a boys' night out.

Kenji had decided it was high time for a boys' night out. He'd invited his best buddies, Warner and Adam, for a night of fun and revelry. Little did they know that Kenji had a surprise in store for them, something that would shatter their preconceived notions and send their jaws dropping. They didn't know that you and Kenji had been secretly dating for a while.

As the night progressed, Kenji became increasingly intoxicated, his inhibitions fading away like smoke in the wind. He couldn't help himself, and in his drunken state, he decided to let the cat out of the bag. With a wide, goofy grin, he began to regale his friends with stories about his amazing girlfriend (you).

"Guys, guys," he began, clearly intoxicated already, "you won't believe it, but I have the most amazing, pretty, talented, and hot girlfriend in the world!"

"I'm the luckiest guy, seriously." He slurred, leaning heavily on his friend's shoulder.

His friends exchanged bewildered glances. Adam chuckled, "Kenji, man, you've had one too many. Are you sure you're not just imagining this incredible girlfriend of yours?"

Warner and Adam exchanged incredulous glances, thinking that Kenji was simply caught up in the moment, or perhaps he was just too drunk to know what he was saying. "Come on, kishimoto," Warner chuckled, "you've had a few too many. Are you sure you're not just... imagining things?"

Kenji, however, was adamant. "No, I'm not making this up, guys. I'm serious. She's real, and she's mine!"

Adam chimed in, clearly amused, "Well, we've known you for a while, Kenji, and you've never mentioned a girlfriend before. Are you sure you're not delusional?"

Kenji shook his head vigorously, causing his unruly hair to flop around. "No, I'm not imagining. She's real, and she's mine!"

Warner, never one to care, chimed in, "Come on, kishimoto. You've been known to exaggerate when you've had a few drinks. You’re just being delusional."

"No, no, no!" Kenji insisted. "I'll prove it to you guys. I'll call her right now!"

Kenji clumsily fished his phone out of his pocket, fumbling with the buttons and nearly dropping it on the floor. He scrolled through his contacts, searching for the one name that meant the world to him. Finally, he found it— My Pretty Girl 🤍.

With unsteady hands, Kenji pressed the call button, the phone ringing in his ear. He leaned back and grinned at his friends, pride bubbling in his drunken heart. "You'll see!"

As his fingers danced across the screen, Warner and Adam watched with growing skepticism. They fully expected Kenji to dial a random number or play a prank on them. However, they couldn't have been more wrong.

Kenji, with a triumphant grin, put his phone on speaker mode as the call connected. Suddenly, a sweet and soothing voice filled the room, uttering, "Kenji? Baby? Do you need me to pick you up now?"

Warner and Adam exchanged a perplexed glance before their eyes widened in shock. The voice on the other end sounded awfully familiar, and the nickname 'Baby' was a clear giveaway.

Kenji beamed with delight, staring at his friends. "See! I told you she's real!"

Adam recovered from his shock first, shouting, “YOU ARE DATING Y/N ???”

Kenji ignored their comments and continued talking to you. "Pretty girl, I miss you."

You couldn't help but smile. "I miss you too, Kenji. Do you need a ride home?"

Kenji's eyes sparkled as he leaned closer to the phone, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "I need more than just a ride home, Y/N."

As the night came to a close, Kenji's friends decided it was time for him to go home. He was, after all, unable to stand on his own at this point. Kenji's intoxication levels continued to rise.

Kenji had other plans, though. He was in high spirits and wanted nothing more than to see you. "I need my baby. I can't stand being away from her" he declared, much to his friends' amusement.

When it was finally time to leave, Warner knew they couldn't leave Kenji alone in his state. He grabbed Kenji's phone and scrolled through his contacts to find the number saved under "My Pretty Girl 🤍."

The call is connected, and your voice on the other end can be heard. "Kenji? Is everything okay?"

“Hey, Y/N, it’s me. Come pick your drunk boyfriend up before he embarrasses himself.”

“Oh Warner, hey. Yeah I’ll pick him up. Please give him water to drink to sober up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, voice thick with sarcasm.

When you arrived, Kenji was in no condition to stand, let alone walk. He practically lunged at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. "You're amazing," he slurred, his warm breath tickling your skin. "So pretty. So hot."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a warmth in your heart. "Thank you, kenj."

As Kenji stumbled toward you, he was all smiles, his neediness and clinginess on full display. He hugged you tightly, whispered sweet compliments in your ear, and planted tender kisses along your neck.

You couldn't help but smile, your heart filled with love for this man who, even in his most inebriated state, couldn't contain his affection for you.

As you left the bar, Kenji couldn't keep his hands off you. He was floating, and every step was punctuated by laughter, stolen kisses, and playful touches.

He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm.

"You're so pretty," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he placed sweet kisses on your neck. "So, so pretty."

You couldn't help but blush at his compliments, despite knowing that he was under the influence. Kenji, always the charming one, had now added a touch of playfulness to his usually affectionate nature. You decided to tease him a little. "Kenji, are you trying to sweet-talk your way into getting a ride home?"

Kenji let out a soft, tipsy chuckle, his lips grazing your earlobe. "Mhm, no. A way to make you scream my name tonight, though."

"Kenji, you're a mess," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around him as he swayed slightly.

"I'm not a mess, I'm a masterpiece!" he declared proudly, peppering your face with a series of sloppy kisses.

As you guys made your way towards the exit, Kenji kept stealing glances at you, his compliments flowing as freely as the liquor in his veins. "You're the most beautiful person in the world, you know that, right?" he slurred. His words were genuine, even if they were slightly incoherent.

The journey from the bar to the car was a wobbly one. Kenji couldn't seem to walk in a straight line, and he insisted on holding your hand with a grip that told you just how much he needed your support.

Once you guys were safely ensconced in the car, Kenji wasted no time in attempting to become one with the passenger seat. "I love this car," he mumbled as he hugged the headrest.

His antics didn't stop there. Kenji kept stealing kisses every few minutes, his lips landing anywhere they pleased – your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your neck, your hands, even your ear. It was all rather comical and sweet, in a completely ridiculous way. "You taste like strawberries and sex" he remarked with a dreamy look in his eyes.

The car finally came to a halt outside you and his shared apartment building, and Kenji's drunken demeanor was still in full swing. He insisted on being carried upstairs, which was a considerable feat considering his weight.

When you arrived home, Kenji clung to you, reluctant to let you go. He peppered your face with kisses, laughing and whispering sweet nothings.

Kenji, now sitting on the couch, looked at you with puppy dog eyes. "I need more kisses," he pouted, his bottom lip sticking out.

You couldn't help but oblige. His neediness was endearing, and even though he was drunk, you couldn't resist his affection.

As you kissed his forehead, down to his cheeks, nose and to his lips, he quickly deepened it, a groan falling from his lips as he pulled you closer to him, sitting you to his lap.

"Kenji.. we can't. You are drunk" you said as you pulled away, while your boyfriend chased your lips.

"But baby, I need you right now, please. I fucking need to feel you." He insisted.

"We can't. You are drunk, love"

"My pretty baby, my best girl, my baby doll. Let me take care of you, please. I just need you so bad.." he begged you once again and you could not help but to let out a whimper.

"I know you want to, princess."

"Not when you are clearly drunk, okay?" You reasoned out and he pouted. He fucking pouted.

So, you stood up, playing 'Dancing Queen' by Abba as you invited him to dance.

The living room turned into a make-shift dance floor as you guys swayed to the melody, his head resting on your shoulder.

He began to mimic the bizarre dance moves of a famous pop star, twirling around the room with an exaggerated flair that left you both in fits of giggles. "I should audition for 'Dance moms,' don't you think?" he teased, striking a ridiculous pose.

As the hours passed, Kenji's antics faded, and he succumbed to the heavy pull of sleep. You tucked him into bed, his face still wearing a contented smile, and you could not help but smile back.

#reader insert #shatter me #shatter me series #rie speaks 🗣#rie answers 🦦#riewrites 🫀#kenji kishimoto #kenji kishimoto x reader #kenji kishimoto x you #kenji kishimoto imagine

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matty-bear · 15 days

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I was the one who requested A Trip Down Memory Lane. I absolutely love it. If you were to make another sister reader story, you should do a part 2 of the triplets raiding her house. I think that would be an awesome fic

Ps. Thank you so much for writing my request. Love the fics

The “House Raid”

type: request ! read part one here !

pairing: sturniolo x little sister

warnings: sfw, fluffy, lighthearted sibling banter

summary: the triplets finally crash over at your place ! who knew the chaotic yet fun hangout would turn into a sleepover ? (the boys knew, you didn’t)

notes: omg azul finally posting?? so glad to be getting back on my writing grind :3 apologies in advance for how long this is i might’ve gone a lil overboard 😭 anywho, happy reading and enjoy! <3

WC: 4.9K

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“Loki!” You stumble to a quick halt when your Bombay cat slips underneath the sofa, the clattering of his claws slowly coming to a stop. An exasperated sigh escapes you as you get down on your knees and lower your head so you can peek underneath the furniture. “Loki~” You call out softly, “Come here, baby.”

As you begin to tap your pointer finger on the floorboards, the sound of claws clattering on the floor sounds from behind you. You quickly shift your focus from Loki camping under the sofa to your snowshoe cat who’s calmly making his way over to you. “Hey, Clyde.” You greet with a smile. The cat meows softly at your greeting and takes a seat where your head is lying on the floor. “Your brother is under the sofa.”

Clyde meows again, this time a little longer, before he stretches his front legs, his tail sticking straight up as he does so. You eye him for a moment before turning your head to look back under the sofa. “Loki, come on. Matt’s gonna be here in a few minutes and he’s gonna want to meet all of you.”

Nick texted you yesterday that they would be coming over to quote on quote, “raid your house” today. Ever since you received the message, you took it upon yourself to tidy up your place and make it look as nice as possible. The boy said they should be over by five o’clock if Chris wouldn’t demand a pit stop, which seemed unreasonable for Nick considering that they didn’t live that far from you. In fact, the drive from your place to theirs was only 30-minutes, maybe a little longer depending on traffic and such.

Now, you didn’t have a very large place since it was just you and your cats living there so you didn’t have much to clean. However, since you have a cat that constantly wants to play and have you running around the house, the cleaning took a lot longer than expected. You were grateful that your other two other cats were relatively on the calmer side so you didn’t have to worry about constantly keeping an eye out for them. However, when it came to Loki, it seemed like you were handling a toddler at times.

When a soft meow sounds from the darkness of the underside of the sofa, you groan and roll into your back. Your eyes flicker up to Clyde who’s intently looking down at you, his tail slowly waving behind him. “Where's Bonnie? In the playroom?” You ask.

The snowshoe cat meows and looks over at the room across the one you guys are currently in. Your eyes follow the cat’s gaze and you squint your eyes to take a peek in the room through the small space made between the door and the doorframe.

When your eyes manage to catch a quick glimpse of a white tail snake around the bottom of the cat tower, you sigh softly and rest your head back down on the cold wooden floorboards. You mindlessly stuff your hand in the pocket of your sweatpants to grab your phone. Once the device is pulled out of your pants and you bring it up to your face, you turn it on. The time 4:55 PM immediately greets you in thin red letters.

Your brothers should be here in five minutes.

“Loki, I'm not gonna move or reach under the sofa to get you.” You say, turning your head to take a quick glance under the sofa. When a mew runs through your ears, you sigh and put your phone back in your pocket before boosting yourself up into a standing position. “Come out when you want to, I suppose.”

As you make your way to the kitchen, Clyde follows close behind you in a small, joyous trot. When you stop in front of the fridge and pull one of the doors open, the cat leaps up onto the marble countertop next to the appliance. “You think this will be enough sodas, Clyde?” You turn your head to look over at the snowshoe cat who’s licking his arm.

The cat quickly halts his actions and looks over at you, his eyes shifting over to your shoulder. When you give the cat a small nod, he leaps onto your shoulder and gets himself situated before bending down slightly to peer into the fridge which is half full of Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and Root Beers. Clyde meows softly and paws the side of your face gently.

You nod your head again and shut the door of the fridge with a soft thud before turning around on your heels and scanning the house from the spot you're standing. “Is your litter box clean?” You ask, turning your head slightly to look over at Clyde who’s now comfortably lying on your shoulder. The cat meows softly with a nod of the head. “Alright, I'm trusting you.”

Just as you go to return back to the living room, the muffled sound of car doors shutting runs through your ears, followed by faint chatter. In the blink of an eye, Clyde jumps off your shoulder and sprints to the door. Bonnie, your ragdoll kitten, also makes her first appearance of the day as she runs out of the playroom to go to the door.

She takes a seat next to Clyde and intently looks up at the door, her tail slowly waving behind her in anticipation. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight and make your way over to the front door as well to unlock it. The moment you twist the last lock, muffled knocking comes from the other side of the door.

“FBI open up!” You hear someone exclaim. this kid.

You open the door with a small shake of the head, your eyes immediately landing on your brothers who are standing on your porch with wide smiles.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Chris.” You say with a soft chuckle.

“You could tell that was me?” Chris asks, a single finger pointing at his chest.

“Yeah.” You giggle softly when a small pout appears on Chris’ lips. You tear your focus away from the brunette to look over at Nick and Matt who are looking behind you with slightly widened eyes. “What?”

You quickly look behind you to try to find what the two are staring at, however, when your eyes land on Bonnie and Clyde who are now standing and gazing up at the two brunettes in front of them, you smile softly. “Here, you guys come inside and I'll introduce them to you.”

With a small hand wave, the three boys make their way inside your house. As Chris and Nick take a quick glance around the place, Matt slowly approaches Bonnie and Clyde who are still standing behind you. When the two cats stop backing up, he crouches down in front of them and sticks his hand out to allow the two to smell him.

“Oh my God, I love how simplistic your place is, it’s so cute.” Nick gushes, a small smile overtaking his lips.

“Thank you!” You exclaim with a wide smile. “I’d give you guys the house tour right now but I think someone would rather play with my cats.”

You and the two boys in front of you look down at Matt who is playful with Bonnie and Clyde. A wide smile is plastered on his lips and he giggles when Clyde nuzzles his head into his side. When Chris clears his throat, the male quickly picks his head up and meets eyes with the three of you. “I think they like me,” Matt says softly, shooting you guys a smile before diverting his focus back to the two cats who are now attempting to climb him.

~~~

“This is my room.” You say as you swing open the door to your bedroom.

“Oh my God,” Chris mumbles, his jaw dropping in awe as he steps inside your cozy lit room.

“You do have the plushies I got you!” Nick exclaims as he quickly makes his way to the small stack of plushies you have atop your bed. A wide smile overtakes the brunette’s features as his eyes shift over to the two larger Hello Kitty plushies that sit next to your nightstand. He places a gentle hand on top of one of the plushie's heads, his thumb gently caressing over its fur which is still soft as though it was bought yesterday.

“I told you I still have them.” You smile as you make your way over to the male.

“You’re a music geek aren’t you?” Chris asks. You quickly turn around to face the older boy to see him admiring your wall and shelves full of vinyls and CDs, his free hand mindlessly fidgeting with the dials on your record player.

“I literally can’t live without it.” You say with a small chuckle. “You can look through what I have by the way. Just be careful if you want to play one.”

Chris rubs his hands together and jumps on his heels a few times out of pure excitement. You can’t help but laugh softly as he begins to drag a single finger across your wide selection of vinyls. After a moment, you shift your attention over to Matt who’s admiring your small art studio set up in the corner of the room.

A small baby blue paintbrush is being twirled between his fingers as he gazes at your easel which has a few blotches of dried paint on it. You quietly make your way over to the male and when you’re close enough, he notices your presence and turns his head to look at you.

“This is so cool,” Matt mumbles with a small smile.

“Thank you.” You smile.

“Is this a new project you’re working on?” At the sight of the brunette pointing at the canvas resting on the easel, you gently nod your head.

“I’m just in the sketching stage right now.”

“Really? It looks blank.”

“I don’t like sketching too hard. Sometimes I'm not able to get all the pencil markings off.” Matt gently nods his head, the hand twirling the paintbrush between his fingers not coming to a stop. “You wanna paint something? I have some extra canvases.”

“Really?” You chuckle softly at the sight of Matt’s eyes lighting up, his mouth shaping into a small oval.

“Yeah! It can be a little activity for the four of us.”

“I’d love that. Should we ask Nick and Chris if they'd be down to do it?”

After you nod your head, you turn around to the two mentioned males who are still in their previous positions. “Nick, Chris.” You call. The two quickly stop what they’re doing and look over at you. “You guys wanna paint something?”

“Fuck yeah, are you kidding?” Chris replies as he gently returns a vinyl back to its spot on the shelf.

“I’m so down,” Nick adds, with a wide smile.

“Alright, where do you guys wanna do it?” You ask as you make your way over to your drawers full of paint.

“Can we do it outside?” Matt asks, a single hand extending out in front of him. You take a quick glance over to the boy and nod your head before setting a few bottles of paint in his open palm. At the sight of the brunette assisting you with gathering the supplies. Nick and Chris quickly walk over and start helping you as well.

~~~

It didn’t take very long for the four of you to find yourselves outside, paint brushes, bottles, and canvases spread out on the bright green grass in your backyard.

“Do you guys know what you want to paint?” You ask as you kneel down on the grass, your right hand firmly grasping four paint pallets.

“I wanna paint a deer!” Chris exclaims.

“I wanna try to do a cabin or a forest,” Matt says as he begins to fiddle with a bottle of green paint.

“Nick?” You ask, leaning forward to get a better look at the older boy who’s a little ways from you.

“If I'm being honest I have no idea what I wanna paint. I think I'm just gonna wing it.” Nick admits as he brings a hand up to nervously rub his nape.

“That’s fine! Don’t let yourself feel restricted to do anything.” You say with a small reassuring smile. “Before we start, I think you guys might want one of these.”

You grab a single paint pallet from the stack you’re holding for yourself before handing the rest of them to Matt. After the male grabs one, he hands the last two to Chris. Once Nick gets his pallet, you begin to instruct the boys on what to do with the paint. After they give you rapid head nods to show that they understand everything you said, the four of you begin to gather the needed paint for y’all’s pieces.

“You guys don’t mind if I play some music right?” You ask as you reach for your phone which is discarded on the grass next to you.

“We don’t mind,” Chris replies as he flicks open a bottle of light brown paint, flinching harshly when some specks of paint splatter on his face.

You nod to yourself and take a moment to scroll through your playlists, your eyes racking through the long lists of songs to try to find something you all would like. After finding a playlist that consists of a mixture of your guys’ favorite songs, you hit shuffle and set your phone back down on the grass next to you. As you pick up your number two pencil, you take a glance over at the three boys next to you, the sight of their focused and determined expressions bringing a large smile to your face.

God this is gonna be so much fun.

-three hours later-

The sun has finally set in the sky after a while of the four of you painting. Soft pinks, oranges, and yellows have replaced the sky’s once light blue color. Upon noticing the boy’s lack of energy and the subtle yawns racking through their body, you decided to call it a night and suggest the four of you head back inside.

Chris was a little worried about leaving the paint and canvases outside but you reassured him that it would be fine. After dragging the boys back inside the sweet aroma of your house, you sigh heavily and immediately make a beeline to the kitchen.

“You guys hungry? I can order something. I don’t feel like cooking anything tonight and I don't think you guys cooking would be the best idea.” You ask as you lean against your island and dig your phone out of your pocket.

“Okay, rude,” Nick mumbles with a soft huff. “What do you guys feel like eating?”

“Can we get pizza please?” Chris asks, a heavy exhale escaping his lips as he plops down on the sofa.

“Yeah, of course. The usual?”

“Please.” You nod your head and begin scrolling through Uber Eats, your eyes scanning through the countless pizza places nearby in search of one that has a low delivery price. As you finally settle on one, the sound of Matt gasping softly causes you to pick your head up abruptly. Immediately, your eyes land on the male who’s sitting on the floor and playing with Loki.

“Loki!” You exclaim, your sudden loudness startling all three boys and causing them to look over at you. “So you decided to completely ignore me all day and only come out when Matt’s here? I see how it is.”

“Wait, where was he?” Nick asks, extending a single hand out to the black cat a few steps in front of him.

“Under the sofa.” You mumble in response. “He’s been driving me to the brink of insanity since like 5 AM.”

“Loki, don't be so mean to your mother.” Matt scolds the cat softly. Loki stares at the brunette and seemingly glares at the boy before jumping on him. The boy lets out a small yell as he falls back onto the floorboards with a hollow thud.

“Loki! No jumping on people!” You exclaim.

“He’s fine, y/n,” Matt says gently. You shake your head in slight irritation before you return your focus to ordering dinner. As you do so, Matt silently watches as Loki crawls on his chest and drags his snout against the hot pink bear shirt he’s wearing. After a moment the cat meows softly and lays down on the brunette’s chest, his tail gently swaying behind him. “Can I touch you?” Matt asks, a single hand over the cat’s backside.

When Loki mews softly in response, the boy gently sets his hand on the cat’s back, his fingers immediately beginning to scratch behind his ears. Almost immediately, Loki begins to pur, his eyes shutting and his body turning slightly so he can lean into Matt’s palm. The male can’t help but chuckle softly at the feline's action, a wide, excited smile decorating his features as he silently continues his actions.

-30 minutes later-

“Loki!” Matt exclaims, his speech muffled due to the pizza in his mouth. The male quickly pulls the slice away from his mouth when the mentioned cat leaps up to his chest and tries to take a nip at the food.

“Loki, what have I told you about bothering people when they’re eating?” You ask, your eyes narrowing as you stare down at the cat in front of you. Loki quickly gets off Matt and turns around to look at you, his green eyes piercing into yours for a few seconds before he meows and walks off to a different room.

“He’s a stubborn one isn’t he?” Chris asks as he raises the cup full of Pepsi to his mouth.

“Very.” You grumble. with a soft huff, you lift yourself from the floor and bend down to pick up your empty plate. “Are you guys done?”

“Yeah. Shit was so good, thanks y/n.” Nick replies, his eyes slightly squinting as he sends you a smile.

“Of course. Don’t need you guys to starve.” You make your way over to all three boys and take their empty plates from them, your generous action earning small ‘thank you’s. You simply nod your head in response and make your way over to your kitchen to throw the plates away. After cleaning your hands off with a paper towel, a thought pops into your head.

“Hey guys?” You ask as you make your way back into the living room.

“What’s up?” Chris asks, his head lifting from the headrest of the sofa.

“Do you guys wanna spend the night? I have the extra room and some inflatable beds if y'all want to.”

At the sound of Nick giggling softly, your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look over at him. When you see the boy cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle his laughter, you send him a look of suspicion. “Why are you laughing?”

“We were planning on spending the day whether you asked us or not. We have our shit in the car.” Nick replies with a stifled giggle.

“And what would happen if I never asked or said no?”

“We’d do it anyway,” Matt replies with a small shrug. “We’d also use force or threaten you to let us stay the night.”

“Threaten me?” You raise a single eyebrow at the three as they look at you rather innocently.

“Yeah,” Chris replies with a tight-lipped smile. You exhale through your nose and shake your head before sitting on the floor next to Matt.

“You know there’s plenty of couch space, right?” Nick asks, his tone laced with judgment as he pats the empty spot next to him.

“I know. I just wanna do this.” You reply simply. Without a word more, you throw yourself against Matt. With a small yelp from the brunette, the two of you plop down on the floor.

“What the hell are you doing?” Matt asks, his head rising off the floor to look down at you.

“Laying on you?” You sas. As you maneuver yourself atop the brunette, Matt lets out a sigh of defeat and rests his head back down on the floor.

“Y/N I’m tired, get off.” You firmly shake your head in response and dig in your pants pocket for your phone. After fishing the device out and setting it on Matt’s chest in front of your face, the boy huffs softly.

“Wait, are we doing a dog pile?” Chris asks, excitement laced in his tone as he hurriedly sets his empty cup on the nearby table.

“No, we’re not. Don’t even-“ Matt doesn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before Chris runs over to the two of you and plops down on top of your back. At the added weight, Matt groans and whines out a slew of complaints.

“Wait, I wanna join,” Nick says, setting his phone down on the couch cushion and getting up off the sofa. Matt opens his mouth to yell something at the older but another groan escaping his lips prevents him from doing so as Nick throws himself on top of Chris’s back..

“Holy shit, y’all are heavy as hell.” You say, your voice strained as you lay limply against Matt.

“I don’t wanna hear you complaining. You two started the pile.” Chris retorts with a soft huff.

“We didn’t start the pile!” Matt whines, a single arm draping over his eyes.

“Beg to differ but whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Matt opens his mouth to say a snarky remark however Nick slipping off Chris and jumping back on top of him causes both him and you to groan loudly.

“NICK!” Matt yells.

“Sorry, slipped off.”

~~~~

“So did you guys sort out the sleeping arrangements or…” You start, your voice trailing off slightly. You lower your arms which are holding up three blankets against your chest, your eyes immediately landing on your three brothers who are all sitting on the sofa.

Nick quickly lifts his head to meet your gaze before replying, “I’m getting the bed, Chris will sleep in the room with me on the air mattress, and Matt will sleep on the sofa.”

“Alright sounds good.” You gently nod your head before approaching the three and handing them each a blanket. “I don't know if you guys have a preference in blankets so y'all can switch if you’d like.”

“These are good, thanks, kid,” Matt says with a small smile.

“Of course.” You return the boy's smile with one of your own before excusing yourself to go to the kitchen. “Well, I'm gonna head to my room and keep working on the project I'm doing. If you guys need anything, let me know.”

“Will do. Night y/n!” Chris exclaims, the two males next to him repeating after him not long after.

“Night boys.” After grabbing a water bottle from the top shelf, you shut the fridge and head to your bedroom. The moment you walk up to your easel, the faint sound of claws clattering against the floor sounds from behind you. You quickly whip your head around and smile softly as Bonnie slowly makes her way over to you.

“Hi, baby.” You greet the feline gently. Bonnie lifts her head to look at you and meows faintly before stopping next to your feet. You can’t help but chuckle softly at the female before you take a seat in front of your easel, Bonnie immediately leaping up onto your lap moments after.

As you begin to gently pet the feline with one hand, the other gets to work on grabbing your paintbrush and making sure you have all the needed paints on your nearby pallet. When everything is set, you slip your headphones on and hit shuffle on a random playlist before getting to work on finishing the base layer on the canvas.

~~~

You didn't realize how immensely focused you were on gently gliding your paintbrush over your canvas until you felt someone tap your shoulder. You immediately jump at the sudden touch and quickly whip around in your seat, your eyes landing on Chris whose face is painted with a nervous expression.

“What's wrong, Chris?” You ask the male, your voice not going past a faint whisper as you slide your headphones off your head and set them around your neck.

A few beats of silence pass by as you continue to cautiously eye the boy in front of you. After a few more moments of Chris not verbally responding and keeping his gaze glued to the floor, your brain begins to grind with reasons as to why the boy wanted your attention. As a single cause sits on the top of your head, you force your lips together and direct your attention from Chris to your phone which is discarded on the table in front of you.

You gently tap the turned-off device with your pinkie, the screen lighting up seconds later. Immediately, the time 4:37 AM greets you on your lock screen, and your heart drops at the sight of it. You quickly turn your head back around to look at Chris, only to see that the boy hasn’t moved from his previous position.

“Did you have a nightmare? You’re not usually up this late unless something wakes you up,” You ask the male, your head slightly tilting to the side.

You watch as Chris’ eyes shift up to meet yours. After a moment, the male slowly nods his head and brings a hand up to rub his nape. “I tried to wake up Nick to ask if I could sleep with him but his ass didn’t wanna wake up. I would ask Matt but the sofa is too small for the both of us to lay comfortably.”

“Do you wanna sleep with me then? I have plenty of room. Just letting you know now, you might wake up to one of the cats sleeping on or near you.”

“I'm perfectly fine with that. I just really need to sleep next to someone.”

“Well, you can go and get yourself comfortable. I'll be there in a minute. I just need to put my stuff up.” Chris gives you a small nod and turns on his heels before making his way to your bed.

You take a moment to watch the boy slowly crawl on the side that doesn’t hold your plushies before you focus on putting your things away. When your short task is complete, you gently scoop Bonnie, who’s fallen asleep in your lap, up in your arms. You slowly get up from your seat and nudge it closer to the easel with your foot before walking over to the small cat bed next to your nightstand. After slowly crouching down and laying the sleeping feline down on the soft cushion, you stand up and shuffle over to your bed.

As you reach over to grab a few plushies from the pile on the empty side, you take a glance over at Chris who’s silently scrolling through his phone. After setting the plushies in your arms down on the pile with the rest of them, you finally slip under the covers. With a soft sigh, you turn your head a little to look over at the male next to you.

“You gonna go to sleep or what? it’s nearly 5 AM and I know your ass is gonna be a little prick if you don’t get your hours in,” You ask with a soft huff.

Chris immediately turns his head at your statement, his eyes narrowing into a playful glare. “I was waiting for you, dickwad.” The brunette grumbles.

“Well I’m here now so go mimis.”

“Mimis? The fuck is mimis?” You roll your eyes and roll onto your side at the sight of Chris sending you a judgmental look.

“I say that instead of sleep sometimes, get off my ass, kid. Now go to sleep.”

You finally hear Chris huff behind you, followed by the duvet shuffling as the male presumably tries to get comfortable. “Weird ass.” The boy mumbles under his breath.

You roll your eyes once more and kick the older male’s calf, drawing a rather overly dramatic exclamation and flinch from the boy.

“You dick! Don’t fucking kick me!” Chris exclaims, a look of hurt flashing over his features as he turns his head to look over at you.

“Don’t call me weird.” You grumble a response. “Now shut it and go to sleep before I kick you off the bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Chris… I swear to God.”

“Sorry, sorry, going mimis.”

You mumble something faintly under your breath before kicking Chris’ leg again, drawing yet another dramatic shout from him.

“OW!” The brunette yells. You take a peek over your shoulder to see the older male sitting up, a look of hurt clear on his face.

“You’re mocking me, asshole.” You say with a soft chuckle.

“No, I'm not!”

“You said mimis, Chris. You’re literally mocking me.”

“Okay but in my defense, that’s such a childish thing to say.”

The moment you roll onto your back and fully turn your head to look at Chris with a warning glare, the male immediately clamps his mouth shut. Wordlessly, the older quickly lays back down and pulls the blanket up to his chin, not daring to mutter a single word more to you.

“Goodnight Chris.” You state, struggling to bite back the giggle threatening to escape your lips as you roll back onto your side.

A few beats of silence passed by before Chris mumbled a small “night kid” back to you.

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