𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬 ♡ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨.𝐬

ღ 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲

<3 – requested by kookiekat5299!

[reader will be using they/them pronouns, as it's easier for me to write and for everyone to feel involved! also, i'm so sorry that i haven't been updating this book recently, my phone broke and i couldn't type anything on it.]

you had just gotten back from work, softly closing your [favorite/color] door and taking off your shoes. your messy hair blocking half of your face as you slowly approached your room, your face showing grimace.

you drop your bag next to your bed, and flop onto it. you grab onto your plushies and blanket and sigh heavily. another hard day from work, and your annoying co-workers didn't make it better. you were tired of the shouting from angry, entitled mothers and customers at the shop, and how your co-workers thought it was funny to see you trip while carrying supplies to restock shelves.

you felt like sobbing, you were so tired of this torment you had to feel everyday at work. working in general is tiring, but dealing with annoying people while working is just so wrong. you wanted to sob, but your tiredness just wouldn't allow you.

you heard soft knocking at your door. you assumed it was whitty, as you saw him on the couch earlier when you walked in. he was probably wondering what made you feel so upset you didn't say hi to him like you'd normally do after work.

you walk up to your room door and open it, looking up and seeing the tall bomb-headed person. he gave a sad looking smile, one he usually gave since his expression always looks sad, "hey, are you okay? you seemed very tired. wanna talk about it over some snacks?"

this guy just knew how to make you feel better. he always says he isn't good with comforting people, but he's doing it right now to you. you smile and simply nod, him getting [your favorite snack] and bringing it into your room.

he sat down on your floor, since he didn't want to break your comfy bed or anything. you laid down on your bed, when he gave you your snack and said, "when you're ready to talk about it, just let me know."

you nodded again, eating the snacks and trying to bring up the courage to tell him. you never liked opening up about your emotions, as you'd rather fix them yourself and listen to others. you face him, and let your mouth talk.

"work was just stressful today. my co-workers were being jerks and the customers were even worst. there was this one mother who told me off because i was simply doing my job, which was removing the climbing children on the shelves! they aren't even supposed to be doing that, and she should be watching them, not me! i'm trying to earn money and just do my job, and she can't even watch her kids. then, when we all had to restock the shelves, my co-workers laughed at me when i tripped and dropped the box of canned foods. my taxi didn't even bother showing up so that's why i arrived pretty later than usual. i'm just.. so tired. why does this have to happen? why can't there just be a good day at work without me having to screw things up for myself?"

you rambled on and on and on. it was as if you didn't even remember not liking to talk about your stress. it just felt so relieving to finally tell someone. after you were done angrily rambling, you continued eating your snack as you waited for whitty's response. you realized he was probably surprised at how much you just talked.

you wiped your mouth, "er, sorry. i never really talk this much, i know. it just felt, y'know, nice to tell someone." "no-no, it's fine! and, it's great you feel nice about opening up. especially to me, since i know your trust is something not easy to get." he responded, smiling at you as you smile back.

"do you wanna watch a movie? maybe that can take your mind off of things, and we could cuddle?" he suggested, his face lightening up. you nod, "i'd like that. i've been wanting to do another movie marathon with you again."

you grab your remote and turn on the tv, as you and whitty think of what to choose. when you see his face light up at a certain movie, you click it and grab your fluffy {f/c} blanket and snuggled next to him. he felt warm, like some kind of fire place.

you sigh in relaxation. you just love hanging out with this bomb-head.

[sorry if this isn't really good, i have to sleep for my school's pep rally today! i'm posting this at like, 3AM lmao. hope you guys have a good day/afternoon/evening!]