??IF WHITTY'S OWNER WANTS THIS TAKEN DOWN, ILL TAKE IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY.??
He's their oc, and I don't wanna make them uncomfortable by this, so I definitely won't mind.
SO SOCK.CLIP, IF YOU EVER STUMBLE UPON THIS AND WANT IT DOWN, HMU
(Cover art be...
Ayoo! first part of my whitty x reader story! Currently, there is no specific plot im going for and I plan on keeping this book going for as long as i can, imagination wise. Im not going to spoil what I have in mind though! Just saying!
Whitty's description: An 8 ft tall bomb man. Kinda a loner and isn't that good at interacting with new people. Explodes when flustered/embarrassed/mad.
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(MADE BY sock.clip ON INSTAGRAM.) (CREATOR OF WHITTY!)
Y/n's description: Gender neutral, and ill use they/them pronouns on them. Always referred as short compared to whitty, no matter the height (unless you just so happen to be taller than 8 ft.. ignore this) You get to choose everything else of course!
OKOK ENOUGH OF OF THAT, YOU'RE PROBABLY READY TO READ EH? WELL..
HERE YOU GO! _________________________________________
No one's pov.
It was a cool and sunny evening on a friday.. almost the weekend.
Basically, in this town Friday through Sunday meant parties.. specifically the ones that held rapping, singing, and dancing battles.
People would usually bet alot on who would win each battle, winner and those who bet on them getting a reward. Then again.. sometimes they'd just do it for fun!
Rarely on each Friday night, there was this guy.. a tall, hooded man, with H O R R I B L E back posture. His face was always hidden, but we all knew him as "Rockstar Whitty." He was well known among everyone who attended these events, but he'd plead that nobody spread the word he was there.
He was a famous Rockstar after all. It'd be dangerous if the word got out. We all kept him a secret.
Y/n's pov.
I was making way down the sidewalk, you know.. getting jiggy on a friday evening yeah? It was pretty damn cool outside so I had on a sweater/hoodie of course. DONT WANNA GET SICK DO WE??
I was heading to the local Cafe in town, the most popular one that is, before the friday night funk tonight.
Tonight it'd be located at a club, and only 40 people were allowed to attend, getting to get in for free if you were one of the performers.
Not only can I sing.. but I can dance TOO! That means after tonight im gonna sign up bro!
Oooo i can't wait.. maybe that tall guy thats popular in the funky club will attend toni-
Snapping out of my thoughts, I watched some tall as fuck hooded shady dude run into an alley way.
'Hm? Totally not suspicious at all!' I thought to myself. The cafe was right here, and just my luck, there wasn't many people inside!
"Oh yeah!! Not packed today, this is perf-" I turned around to the squeaking of car wheels. "Huh." I questioned as the window began rolling down.
"Excuse me.. have you seen a.. 'thing' pass through here?" Some weird guy asked me. "Ayo..? Be more specific.. geez.." I tilted my head. "A tall bomb.. 'thing'" The strange cloud dude said. "Thing?" "Yes a thing" "So like a creatu-" "Yes!! Now have you seen it???" They seemed to be getting annoyed. "Hmmmmmmmmmm....." I pretend to be thinking hard. "Nope! Haven't seen anything like that anywhere" I shrugged, giving the person a dorky smile.
