#why cant i soften whitney like this

[modern-gremlin]

h e l p this is so cute

How about... sick GN!reader looked after by Whitney? Fluff, as warm and fuzzy as it gets with that dickhead... cute right?.

My Brave Slut

M!Whitney x Gn!Reader

Prompt Event: Sick

Words: 603

Tw: sick, one mention of throwing up but it doesn’t actually happen

Note: I loved writing this, soft Whitney has my whole ass heart

“You look like shit.” Whitney pointed out the obvious the second I got close enough to him and his gang. Before I could retort I violently sneezed into the crook of my arm, only confirming his statement. “What the hell are you doing here if you’re sick?” He didn’t care to wait for my response, instead grabbing me by the arm and forcing me to follow him, leaving behind his gang of friends.

Whitney refused to answer any of my questions as he dragged me to his house and up to his room, “I’m fine.” I lied, feeling like shit and in desperate need of medicine. “I can’t miss school, my grades are shit as it is.”

He sat me down on his bed, not caring about my qualms, and went into the bathroom. I sighed knowing there was no getting out of this. I accepted my fate, tossing my bag to the side and kicking off my shoes to get more comfortable.

I curled up in the bed, getting comfortable while Whitney rummaged around in the bathroom. “What are you looking for?” I asked in a nasally voice, wondering what the hell was taking him so long. I only heard a grumble in response as he continued rummaging around.

After a few minutes he emerged from the bathroom carrying tissues, medicine and a thermometer. “Let’s check and see how fucked you are.” He said, putting the medicine and tissues on the bedside table. I weakly propped myself up on the pillows, my whole body hurting. Whatever this sickness is, it's really kicking my ass. “Open up, slut.” He instructed, holding the thermometer up to my mouth. I opened my mouth, letting him put the thermometer under my tongue. Whitney stood beside the bed with his hands on his hips, waiting for the thermometer to do its job.

Around thirty seconds later the thermometer loudly beeped. I opened my mouth and let him take it, “A hundred and two! How long have you been like this?” I shrugged my shoulders, not exactly sure. “Whatever…” He grumbled and readied the medicine, “Here.” He placed a few pills in my hand and handed me a cup of water, “They’ll kick in soon.”

“Thank you…” I mumbled while downing the pills and praying I wouldn’t throw them back up like I had everything else these past few days. He waved away my thanks and started to walk back to the bathroom, “Wait…” I whined, reaching an arm out to him. “Stay with me…” 

Whitney rolled his eyes but obliged my request, kicking off his shoes and joining me in bed. “Only so you shut up.” He grumbled as he got situated, eventually ushering me to lay on him.

I hummed happily and laid in his arms, “Thank you.” I rarely got to indulge in his softer side so I took full advantage.

He smirked down at me, running his hands through my hair lovingly. “Can’t have my slut feeling neglected.” I made the mistake of rolling my eyes, only further hurting my head. “Get some rest.” He cooed and kissed the top of my head, showing off his rarely seen soft side. I smiled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 

As I faded in and out of consciousness I heard Whitney whisper to himself, “I don’t know how you deal with this shitty town while being sick…you’re a brave slut.”

“Mhh I’m your brave slut…” I mumbled as I finally fell asleep in his arms, getting some much needed rest.

He sighed before making sure I was actually asleep this time, “My brave slut indeed.”

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