#okay so im obsessed w/whitney calling the PC 'smarty'

[whitneythebully]

Scarce (whitney x gender neutral reader)

warnings: degrees of lewdity (and whitney) are its own warning, mentions of harassment/non con, abusive/controlling relationships, whitney is kinda nice

"Supplies are scarce," The dealer says. "Very scarce. £2000 per dose. Don't try to negotiate. There are plenty of rich kids looking to impress mummy and daddy."

You don’t need to check your wallet, there’s no way you’d be able to shell out £500 on stimulants, let alone £2000. You’re barely managing to scrape by as it is, especially since you took on Robin’s debt.

Between waiting at the Cafe, working on Alex’s farm, and volunteering as an initiate at the Temple, you’re surprised you even have the time to study. But that’s why you need stimulants, to give you the edge you could’ve had if you weren’t forced to work so hard.

You swallow and shake your head, walking away from the dealer without another word. Tears prick at your eyes as your stomach churns, terrified that you might start crying before you can reach the bathrooms.

You don’t have rich parents to impress, but you still want to win. The 2000 pound reward was enough to catch your attention when River was describing the competition, despite maths being your worst subject. God knows you need the money.

The £4000 allowance doled out by the Temple each month is the only thing keeping you from having to sell yourself on the streets. Though the idea of fast cash is appealing, you don’t want to do it. There was a reason you were working yourself into an early grave even though you’ve been told an ‘easier’ way existed. It’s dangerous work, and even if you got over that part, it terrifies you to think of what Whitney would do if he found out.

Sure, he called you ‘slut’ more than he called you by your own name. But you were his. He made that much abundantly clear, not only to you but to anyone who dared touch you in front of him.

You freeze when Whitney flashes into your mind. You didn’t know much about him, not really. But from what you’ve gathered, there’s no way he could help you out financially, or want to help you for that matter. Despite the tears in your eyes, the corners of your lips flicker up into a half-smile. You didn’t need Whitney’s money, you would never ask that of him. But you did need his help.

It doesn’t take long to find him, it’s an hour before class starts and he, for once, is early. Standing inside the school gate, near the entrance, smoking with his friends. You walk to him, shoes silent on the freshly fallen snow.

When you get to him, you reach out and grab onto his sleeve, giving it a gentle tug.

“W-Whitney…”

Whitney looks down at you, his face unchanging as he blows smoke into yours. “The fuck do you want, slut?”

You try your best not to cough, but the smoke does nothing to help your stinging eyes. They fill up even more, making the world blurry with tears. You look down, but don’t drop your grip on his sleeve.

“Oi,” He barks at his posse. “Fuck off.”

“Hey-“ One of his goons starts to protest.

“Did I fucking stutter?” Whitney flicks his cigarette butt at the lean boy before taking a mock step forward, the threat of a punch looming. The boy flinches away. “No? Right, now get the fuck out’ve here.”

They scatter fast after that, leaving just the two of you behind.

“Hey, up here.” Whitney takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at him. “Did someone fuck with my property again?”

Your status at school is no secret- it’s probably one of the reasons Whitney noticed you in the first place. He hadn’t been the only one to bully you, though at least he hadn’t beaten you up like some of the other students had.

But since Whitney claimed you as his, only a few people have tried to rough you up like the way they used to. And those who tried, well… They wouldn’t even look in your direction now.

“No,” You say quietly, letting your head lean against his middle for a second. You feel how his chest moves with an intake of breath.

“Someone fucking with you?”

“No,” You haven’t asked for his help before, he’d given it without you needing to ask when you’d gotten beaten up after school, and on Halloween when that man tried to grope you. “Maybe… yeah, I think so.”

“Thinking too hard, huh? It’s not good for sluts like you. Too pretty for that, lemme do the thinking. What’s going on?”

“I… I tried to uh…” You trail off, suddenly embarrassed to admit that you’ve been taking stimulants. “Buy stimulants... and I… I don’t know…”

“Gabe selling them again?” You give him a confused look. “Skinny fucker, short too.” You nod.

“He um… Keeps raising the prices. I can’t… I can’t afford them. I don’t know if it’s just for me but… I can’t...”

“Figured you’d get your big bad boyfriend to shake ‘em down, yeah?” He teases, his voice uncannily soft as he cups your cheek. “Fuck, you’re adorable. Fucking nerd. Yeah, I know that guy. How much is he charging?”

“Two thousand pounds.”

“Fuck that.” He laughs, tugging you close. “You’re not paying a thing to that fuck, got it?”

“Whitney I need-”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll get your pills, smarty. Relax.”

It’s your turn to exhale, your shoulders dropping at his command. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me on your knees, slut.” Whitney smirks. “But I’ll take a kiss, for now.”

Grabbing you by the waist, he leans down. Connection your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth as his hands explore your body. When he pulls away, you’re gasping, and painfully turned on.

“Now run off, I’ve got shit to do.”

You follow his orders, stumbling off into the school as he rolls up his sleeves, and stalks towards the stimulant dealer.

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