𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬 ♡ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨.𝐬

ღ 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞-𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬

<3 – requested by ink_sans_kiddo
✚ the reader in this will be male (he/him prns) as requested by ink!!

y/n owned a coffee shop of his own. it was a pretty cozy coffee shop. it wasn't too big, but not too small.

he had a good bussiness, two other co-workers being hus friends helping him alongside.

y/n worked as the manager and the coffee brewer. (friend-1) was the cashier and server, and (friend-2) was the baker of the lil goodies the coffee shop made.

"hey (nick-name)! could'ya take out the trash? i gotta bake some chocolate chip cookies and i don't wanna get my hands dirty before cooking!" (friend-1) asked from the shop's kitchen.

"yup, got it!" he yelled back, grabbing some white, clear gloves and tied two trashbags together. he lifted it up, and went to the back of the coffee-shop.

he grunted, the trash being heavier than he thought it would be. "jeez, what does (friend-1) throw in these, bricks?" y/n asked himself, then laughing at his own joke.

that was, before he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw two, bright orange eyes staring right back at him.

he gently placed the two trashbags down. he wanted to call out to it, but he did watch horror movies and thats like the opposite thing to do when you see glowing eyes in the fuckin' dark.

sweat gleamed at his forehead, unsure of what to do. he grabbed a broom behind him, in case he needed it. he decided to try and make peace with the glowing orange eyes, "uh, hey! excuse me, are you okay? why are you at the back of my coffee-shop?"

y/n took a step forward carefully, trying to not get probably brutally killed. the eyes looked down.

the voice was calm, but somewhat shredded like a guitar type way. it spoke, "i.. i didn't have anywhere to hide. i'm sorry."

y/n started to feel slightly bad. he gently put the broom back to it's srandard position before speaking out, "well, you can come hide inside my coffee-shop? we have an upstairs, where my room is."

"really? you would.. let me hide?" the voice said, it's body standing out a bit more now. y/n studied the body.

it seemed to have a male-leaning voice, and it's body was kind of stick like, but he was very much tall, and it had a bomb for a head..?

y/n smiled slightly at the tall bomb headed dude, "sure, i don't mind. i'll just have to explain to my co-workers why theres a big-ass bomb headed person upstairs." y/n muttered the last part to not be rude.

y/n allowed him inside, was showing him the upstairs. (friend-1) and (friend-2) had the most curious and scared faces someone could ever seen.

after a few hours of serving customers, y/n faced the open sign to a closed sign. he turned off the front lights, before heading upstairs.

"hey, are you still in here?" y/n called out, taking off his apron and hanging it on his coatrack while looking for his new roommate.

as he looked around, he jumped and screeched when he saw the bomb head right above him. "oh, sorry! i uh, didnt mean to scare you."

"well, you did a bad job then." y/n joked and smiled at the bomb. "say, i never got your name! do you have one?"

"i'm mostly called whitmore, but i'm also called whitty." 'whitty' said, sitting in a criss-cross-applesauce formation in y/n's living room.

y/n smiled and nodded, before turning to whitty and saying, "i'm y/n, nice to meet you. what're your pronouns, if i may ask?"

"pro..nouns?" whitty asked, his head turning slightly to the left as if he were a curious dog. y/n sipped his coffee, "y'know, like 'he went to the store. those are his socks'? like those. what do people refer to you as?"

whitty nodded in understanding, "well, i'm called by he, they, and it." y/n nodded once more, before sitting down next to whitty.

whitty blushed (in embarrasment, we haven't gotten really into the lovey-dovey parts yet) at the sudden contact. whitty never really got close to anyone before, unless it were stray cats on the street.

y/n suddenly scooted a little bit back from whitty, "crap, sorry. did i make you uncomfortable?" "oh, uh no it's fine! i just, never really got that close to someone before."

y/n nodded, understanding whitty would need some time before he could get close to him.  "so, why were you in my garbage area? other than hiding, that is. who were you hiding from?" he asked, leaning slightly forward to the bombhead, but not too close.

"well, some kind of.. government? team? a team of people want to distinguish me. to.. kill me? i suppose. i've been on the run for a while, and i've never really stayed in one place as i'm afraid of them finding me if i stay too long.." whitty explained, fiddling with his shirt and looking down.

y/n was speechless, but took up the courage to find some words, "i'm so.. sorry for that, whitty. i wish i could help in some way. oh, are you hungry? i bet you don't really get that much food if you're always on the run!"

whitty perked up at the word 'hungry'. he sure was, as he hadn't had a decent meal since he started running away. he nervously chuckled, "heheh, yeah i am kinda hungry."

"i'll make you some noodles! you can watch a movie on my tv while you wait." y/n said, snatching his tv remote and started playing a movie called "MFKZ" for him.

(no spoilers if you watched mfkz i still havent watched it!! i just inserted it there since ive seen sock draw the main characters on her instagram)

y/n and whitty ate their noodles as they watched the movie, talking about how well the movie was and what y/n's favorite parts of it were.

y/n yawned, getting up and stretching, "well, i'm gonna get to bed. oh, wait, whitty! do you wanna sleep on my bed or on the couch?"

"oh, i'll sleep on the couch, since i'm gonna guess i'm probably too tall for your bed.." whitty laughed, causing y/n to smile up at him.

"i'll be right back, im gonna fetch you a blanket." the smaller form said, rushing into his room as the much taller form laid on the couch.

y/n rushed back with a pretty long blanket, and tucked whitty on the couch. "night  whitty!"

"goodnight, y/n." whitty said, watching y/n turn the lights off in his room, and closing the door.

he closed his eyes and smiled.
he really liked y/n.