<3 - requested by minty_camira!
['tsundere!reader x whitty, where whitty thinks it's funny to tease them here and there' hcs!]— reader didn't like being teased. and lets be honest, no one really does, unless they allow it.
— but that doesn't necessarily stop whitty from teasing the rude person constantly.
— mainly about how they act, how cute they are, how their moods could change from seeming cold to nervous, just pretty much anything.
— if the reader is shorter than whitty, he is to always pick them up [with asking first, in case any of you guys don't like being touched!] and place them on his shoulders, or to just carry them around just out of spite.
— if the reader is taller than whitty, he likes to mention how tall they are all the time, or how they're his giant friend, even if the reader is just an inch taller.
— for how the reader acts, he finds it really interesting. he's never really seen anyone go from seeming rude, and distant to quickly turning into a nervous, but happy and warm-hearted person.
— if you two are doing something that involves your interest, your seemingly cold and rude persona changes into a silly and go-lucky attitude.
— he loves to see your smile, telling you that you should smile more. he doesn't care if people think your smile is weird, creepy, or anything else. he loves seeing it either way.
— he likes to try and craft gifts for you, or try to bake something for you sometimes, just to show that he cares and loves you.
— ever need a shoulder to cry on? he's your dude. ever need a person to rant too about something, whether good or bad? boom, he's there. just need a comfort buddy? he'll do whatever to help.
— kind of like those 'angry chihuahua x nervous palm tree' ship dynamic lmao
— overall, he teases you, but not a lot. he's more of a comfort-guy more than a teaser-guy.
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𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬 ♡ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨.𝐬
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