#sigh.....whitney brainrot taking over

[propertyofkylar]

Whitney trying to cheer up a sad pc. He doesn’t know what to do at all, poor thing just wants to help.

He ends up taking them to his place and shows him the new plushies he got recently. He gushes about them, telling pc their names and stuff. Seeing him act so cute like that helps cheers them up.

Idk what I’m saying anymore

was craving to write whitney content and then i remembered i had this beautiful prompt waiting in my ask ty ty ty

With your eyes cast towards the ground and one hand clutching your backpack strap, you raced out of school, hoping no one would bother you and you could return to the orphanage in peace.

It was just one of those days. Often, your life had made you angry. Occasionally, it frustrated you. But today? Today, you were just goddamn sad about it all.

So, your plan was to rush home, take a long bath and lay in bed trying to imagine your life was good, or at least, somewhat better.

But a hand grabbing your wrist told you that wouldn't be happening.

"Leaving without saying goodbye, slut?" Ugh. Whitney. His behavior towards you had been confusing lately, to say the least, so he was precisely who you were trying to avoid.

"Yes," you said simply, tugging your arm out of his grasp. You didn't look at him for fear that the tears gathering in your eyes would begin to spill. You weren't even sure why you were about to start crying. It simply was how today was going for you.

Whitney dropped your arm and you spared a glance at his face. He was frowning, but he wasn't arguing with you. Instead, he gestured away from his friends and hesitantly, you followed.

"What is it?" He said, folding his arms across his chest. You were slightly taken aback.

"What do you mean?" You replied, knowing exactly what he meant.

"You know," he waved a hand vaguely in front of you. "You look all miserable and shit."

"Thanks for noticing," you choked out and quickly looked at the ground again. Fucking great. You were really about to cry in front him.

"Come on," Whitney said, taking your hand again, but much gentler this time. "You're coming with me."

"But I--" you hardly had time to react before he was pulling you along, not even bothering to say goodbye to his friends.

"I can't have my favorite slut looking all mopey," he said, but his tone betrayed his true feelings. He cared. "Then I look like a shit boyfriend."

You couldn't reply, so you just let him drag you along. Whitney looked to be deep in thought, and he kept looking back at you.

"What is it?" You finally asked.

"I don't like you being sad," he said, before quickly shaking his head. "Don't get the wrong idea, slut. It's not like that. It's just weird."

"...okay?" You replied, but he didn't say anything further.

Eventually, you ended up at Whitney's place, where he took you into his room. You sat on his bed hesitantly, not sure what was about to happen.

And as you quickly realized, Whitney didn't seem to have a plan himself. He stood there, looking at you uncomfortably, before he took a seat beside you. He put a hand on your shoulder and you couldn't hold back anymore. You started crying.

You cried into his shoulder and he awkwardly stroked your hair as you did. The entire time he didn't speak and neither did you. He just let you cry.

Eventually, you drew your head back, wiping at your eyes. "Thanks," you mumbled.

Whitney nodded and stood up, walking across the room to grab a small hedgehog plushie. "Here," he said, thrusting the toy towards you. "His name is Walter."

"Oh," you blinked away the lingering tears as you grabbed the stuffed animal. "Is he new?"

"Yeah," Whitney said, his cheeks tinged pink. "The toy store had a sale the other day, so..." he trailed off and shrugged.

The way he was acting brought a small smile to your face for the first time all day. "What else did you get?"

You thought you saw a small smile on his own face as Whitney turned away to show off his haul. He had gotten several new plushies, each a different animal with its own name and personality. You could feel your sadness evaporating as Whitney got more and more enthused.

"Thank you," you said suddenly, cutting Whitney's introduction of Gerald the otter off. Now, his face turned bright red, and he looked away from you.

"Whatever," he muttered. "Don't mention it, slut."

"I won't," you said with a grin, kissing him on his blushing cheek, which only made him blush harder.

"Fuck off. You owe me," Whitney said, but there was no malice in his voice as he rested his head atop yours.

You hummed happily at the feeling. "I know."

#degrees of lewdity #dol #whitney the bully #dol whitney #writing #sigh.....whitney brainrot taking over #i lvoe him #whitney x reader #dol whitney x reader #dol x reader

[sapphiredhearts-a]

whitney + jacob brainrot : closed starter for @lcstpaths !

there was a certain aesthetic attached to frat parties that jacob never really cared for . the parties back home were usually with bare feet in the sand of first beach - a bonfire blazing in some homemade barrel while the younger generation milled about . you could take off into the ocean , for instance or get away from the crowd for a quiet moment alone with your thoughts  . . . or the cute girl you saw across the flames . a party in some random frat house with people pressed into the walls shouting over the thumping bass coming out of hundred dollar speakers seemed claustrophobic at best and jake found himself drinking more than usual to try to drown out the headache quickly forming . 

whitney had wanted to come , though , so he had agreed and even worn a nice shirt over his jeans to look the part . there was a small piece of him that was grateful for her asking him to come tonight . it was no secret that he wasn't going to have the chance to have a college experience like other kids his age . billy needed him home too much and after rachel and rebecca flew out of town at the first opprotunity all of the responsibility had come crashing down on his shoulders . in a way , whitney was giving him a chance to live vicariously this weekend and he intended to soak up every piece of it .

and he had to admit he was happy she hadn't gone off to college and completely forgotten him .

thinking of whitney made him realize that he hadn't seen her in a little while . he had gone off for another beer and somehow lost her in the crowd . so , sighing a little , he pushes back into the throng of people - eyes searching for her familiar face . he's just spotted her when he nearly runs into a guy in front of him - standing near a wall with a friend and staring at exactly the same girl jacob had just begun to seek out . naturally , jacob falls into the shadows - sipping at his beer casually as he listens to the guy's conversation . 

after all , if they mean whitney harm he is not above being escorted out of here for a small brawl .

' so did she bite ? ' the shorter one asks , all blonde hair and surfer body . he kind of reminds jacob of solomon - rebecca's husband from hawaii - the one jacob doesn't particularly care for . call him biased but he feels he won't particularly care for this jerk either . 

' of course not . she never says yes to anybody - you know that . at this point it's almost a ruse to even ask her out . ' the taller dark hair one scoffs and downs the rest of his drink , rolling his eyes . are they talking about whitney ? does it matter ? perhaps jacob should slow down on his drinking - his heart is doing a weird dance that can't be healthy .  ' i'm telling you , it's the guy she came with . ' the blonde one nods solemnly , peering back at whitney and strangely , as if on cue , jacob's heart thumps out a weird rhythem . ' there's something weird about them . ' he looks as if he's going to say more but is cut off by a cute albeit very intoxicated girl flouncing over and under his arm with a grin .

' ooh are you gossiping about whitney and her mystery guy ? ' she gushes , making jacob be the one to snort into his cup - trying to silence it with plastic so he's not seen eavesdropping by the trio . ' she swears they're not dating but be real . anyone would hit that . '

the tall boy rolls his eyes again , looking crestfallen . does he like whitney ? maybe jake should roughen him up - make sure his intentions are pure . that's probably why his blood is boiling at the thought of them .  in fact , he's so irritated that he pushes off the wall - melting into a different part of the crowd to make a roundabout path to whitney - downing his cup and grabbing another one at random off of a counter on his way . definitley not healthy . he eases up on his glowering a bit as he nears her - he's never been able to stay upset in her presence - and comes up behind her shoulder , leaning in to mummer in her ear . 

' I think you have a fan club . ' he tries to keep his voice light and teasing but as he moves around to her front , he downs his next drink - wondering idly if there are shot glasses anywhere near .   

#tumblr is being DUMB and wont let me format this the way i want #also jacob black: KING of denial #also should queue this but idcc #☾ ` not a perfect soldier but a good man ; jacob black ic . #lcstpaths