#whiterby

[geumii]

@whiterby​

“Ugh, this bites!” Bea hissed under her breath as she sat on one of the many benches lining the large walkway of the mall. Her arms were crossed and her expression was quite grumpy as she eyed the faces of the passersby, looking for her friend, who was supposed to meet her about five minutes ago. The thought crossed her mind to simply leave and go back to work; she made a solid attempt, after all. She could tell Sylvia that Whit had stood her up--

There wasn’t even time to finish the thought as a tall, pale, frankly impossible-to-miss figure entered her peripherals, and Bea stood up quickly. So much for getting out of this unfortunate assignment the easy way.

“Whit! You’re late!” She marched over to him. “You realize I had important work planned today that I had to put on hold, all because you’re too dense to buy your girlfriend a gift without someone holding your hand! I hope you know, you’re going to owe me big time after this.”

Little did Bea know that Sylvia had never informed Whit of the sudden change in plans -- that Bea was a last minute sub-in. 

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@whiterby​

Something had been bothering Goldie for a few days; she knew that gossip was usually not something worth paying attention to, but hearing that name for the first time in what felt like forever had dug up some ugly buried memories. Hearing her friend’s name in nearly the same sentence unsettled her to her core.

She couldn’t believe Whit would hurt someone, even a very bad person... But what if he would? Maybe she didn’t know him as well as she wanted to think.

WHIT ♡ ~ ฅ/ᐠ• ﻌ • ᐟ \ [4:53PM]: i have something to ask you WHIT ♡ ~ ฅ/ᐠ• ﻌ • ᐟ \ [4:53PM]: can we meet at our spot at the park?

She sat on the edge of one of the stone tables, her feet dangling from the edge. The sun was just beginning to set, casting bright orange rays against the darkening sky.  She looked at the clock on her phone screen before setting it, face down, back onto the table. It was getting close to the time they agreed to meet.

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like cats and dogs ;; whit & goldie

@whiterby

It was the third full moon since Goldie had last turned into her wolf form. She had managed to resist the call of her werewolf blood for quite a long time, but tonight she was feeling particularly hungry. She had gone outside to clear her head, which had turned out to be a bad idea. While the fresh air felt nice, the moon shone down on her from the cloudless sky, taunting her with its bright light.

Despite the cool night breeze blowing gently across her skin she felt like she was burning up. She paused at a corner to catch her breath for a moment and reached her hand out to lean onto the side of a building. Across the street movement caught her eye and she looked up to see a white cat strolling along.

Normally she thought cats were adorable and wanted to pet every single one she came across, but on this particular night this unfortunate cat looked, frankly, like a perfectly bite-sized snack for her. Her mouth immediately began to water and she felt her pulse quicken.

Without even thinking to check around her to see if anyone was around, Goldie suddenly took off in a sprint toward the unsuspecting cat. She stepped onto the street as a normal-looking human girl, but before she reached the other side she had turned into a very large brown wolf; the sound of her clothes tearing was accompanied by a deep growl as she started to close in on her prey.

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marimo is life; whit & goldie

As usual, it had taken Goldie a while to recover from the previous full moon night; she had fallen asleep on her couch and slept like a rock for a solid ten hours. After waking from her mini-coma and getting ready for the day she had gone to the store, and when she returned to her apartment she texted Whit to plan their trip to the pet shop.

Once they had agreed on a time frame she spent an hour or so in the kitchen, preparing the items she had purchased earlier and setting them out on the counter; a juicy cut of salmon, as well as some tiny goldfish-shaped dough cutters. Along with some flour and seasonings from her pantry she got to work whipping up a surprise for Whit before cleaning up and getting ready to head over to his apartment.

WHIT ♡ ~ ฅ/ᐠ• ﻌ • ᐟ \ [4:15PM]: i’m leaving my place now WHIT ♡ ~ ฅ/ᐠ• ﻌ • ᐟ \ [4:16PM]: can’t wait to see all the cute pets!

Goldie smiled as she slipped her phone into her small cross-body bag, careful not to disturb the other contents. Raising her hand to knock on Whit’s door a few minutes later, once it opened she reached into her bag and held out a small heart-shaped chocolate box, but instead of chocolates inside she had filled the box with tiny fish-shaped cat treats.

“These are for you. I baked them myself, found the recipe online.” She placed the box into his hands with a bright smile. “They’re salmon, I hope that’s okay. I forgot to ask you what flavor you like.”

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for the goodest boy!!! @whiterby

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Pokemon Emergency (Bianca and Whit)

       Panting furiously, Bianca ducked her head down and tugged raggedly at her hat trying to gain some protection from the rain while keeping hold of the poorly bundled blanket in her arms. "Ohhhhhh," the noise that escaped her throat was similar to the sound one would make while falling right after standing back up.  Which was actually something that happened quite a lot to the plump girl... 

      "HHmmmer HEY OPEN UP,,, please!" she shouted unnecessarily through the open door of the pokemon day care. Stomping her soaking feet and closing the door behind her she pressed her back against the wall and slid into a sitting position. There were a few small children staring at her, but she couldn't bother herself with embarrassment after her five mile long sprint through the rain. Well sprint, walk, falling down and crying, and then sprint again through the rain that is. Whipping the damp blonde clumps of hair that stuck to her face away, she looked up at the desk in the center of the small building. A white haired boy stood in a slightly uncomfortable looking position between sitting up and just freezing in shock.

     Seeing the worker was much closer to her age than she was used to her face filled with a bright blush. Oh god she looked like a total dweeb. Thinking with the quick wit she's known for, she figured and explanation would allow everyone to realize she's not a total dweeb, she's a total hero. Kind of.