Whitty x reader (Oneshots/headcanons!)

Whitty x Oblivious!Reader

(Requested by -StuckinYesterday-)
(Picture source unknown, sadly)

"Ha, that was easy!" You stick your tongue out playfully at the menacing 8-foot figure in front of you. "I was expecting something more... thrilling!"

The figure growled under his breath, clenching his microphone tightly. "Listen... I was going easy on you." 

"Why? I'm a pretty good singer." You sigh softly and kneel beside the radio you had taken with you. "I've heard about you, though I didn't expect to meet you in this dingy alleyway."

"Are you trying to push my limits?" 

You weren't paying attention; finding suitable music for your next battle was more important. As you shuffle through various tunes, you realize you hadn't introduced yourself to the man.

"Oh, where are my manners?" You turn your head, smiling. "I'm Y/N, and you're Whitty, right?"

Whitty nodded slowly, his face visibly expressing he wasn't pleased with this situation. You arise, walking up to him with one hand out. He stares at your hand for a moment, dumbfounded.

You notice his look of confusion. "You're supposed to shake my hand."

"...I knew that." Immediately after taking your hand, his face flushed a dark crimson.

Whitty tensed up, unsure of what to do. You awkwardly shake his hand and pull yours away. Going back to your radio, you eventually find a fitting tune. 

"Do... do we really have to battle right now?" Whitty murmured. "I don't want anyone knowin' I'm here." 

Still not paying much attention, you click the play button and grab your microphone. 

The next battle was more strident than the last, yet, you find yourself victorious again.

"Let me guess, going easy on me again?" You smirk and switch off the radio.

Whitty stood, twitching rapidly. His eyes were wide and full of either utter frustration or confusion. He gritted his teeth and threw down his microphone harshly, making a loud THUNK. To you, Whitty was simply a sore loser. You watch him throw a tantrum and try not to laugh in the process. He shrieked loudly as a glowing yellow streak split the alleyway wall in two. You cover your eyes due to a blinding white light this bomb guy managed to make.

Upon uncovering your eyes, the other side of the alley was a more purple hue; the graffiti and vent glowed as well. You turn your attention to Whitty, whose pupils flickered between multiple shapes, reminding you of your old Playstation. You notice his jacket and pants are a brighter color as a result of his meltdown. 

"ENOUGH." He snarled, continuing to twitch uncontrollably. "GO AWAY. JUST LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK."

You frown and try to step closer to Whitty, but he moves away upon doing so. 

"I WON'T HESITATE TO TEAR YOU APART LIMB FROM LIMB." His fists clenched, but you didn't believe he would do such a thing.

"Nah, I think you're just a grouchy sore loser." You grin, still holding onto your microphone.

Saying that made Whitty shriek again in his guitar-esque voice.

"Didn't you say earlier you didn't want anyone knowing you're here?" You question the angered bomb.

"THAT'S IT. THAT'S THE LAST GODDAMN STRAW." 

Like magic, the radio switched back on. The music playing was quicker-paced. Are you going to be able to keep up with this enraged lad?

"Guess you don't need a mic." You uttered to yourself, seeing Whitty's mic smashed into pieces.

You won. How the hell did you succeed? 

You gasp out of breath and cough frantically, dropping your mic in the process. You pull out a bottle of water from your bag and drink it until something catches your eye.

"Uh, Whitty... you good?" You see Whitty's head had exploded, leaving him on the floor motionless. 

Whitty's jacket had lit on fire due to the explosion, however you dump your water bottle on the flame until it goes out. His legs twitch as if he was trying to move. He suddenly jumps up, running around like a headless chicken. Eventually, he crashes and falls on top of you.

"Ah-" You struggled to breathe with the weight crushing you. 

His hands felt around until he realized that he was on top of you. If Whitty had a head, he would be screaming. Whitty rolled off of you and after a moment he was screaming into the ground.

You stand up and dust yourself off. "My back hurts... oh, you have a head again!"

Whitty stood up as well and looked at Y/N; his entire head was bright red. The fuse looked as if it was about to go off again.

"I'm... going... to KILL YOU." Whitty slowly approached you.

"Is this your way of expressing affection?"

He raised his hands nearly about to rip you apart, but in response, you hug him. Due to Whitty being so tall, you had to stand on the tips of your toes to fully wrap your arms around his torso. Whitty froze in place; it seemed he completely forgot what he was about to do to you.

"G-god dammit, why are you torturing me?" Whitty cried, refusing to hug back. "What did I do to deserve this?"

You felt wet drops fall onto your head. Looking up, you see Whitty's eyes full of tears. He pushes you away and covers his face with his hands. Whitty fell on his knees and wept loudly as the tears seeped through his fingers.

"Whitty..." You frown and embrace him softly. 

He doesn't stop you.

After a few minutes, he withdraws his hands, revealing his tear-stained face.

"I don't get it. I just don't get it..." Whitty hugged back tightly. "What are these feelings? Why am I like this?"

"It's going to be okay..." you reassure him, "I'm here for you."

You pat him on the back and he lets you go.

"How about we forget this ever happened and go get a burger or something?" You smile.

"...Sure. Your name is... Y/N?"

"Yeah!"

"It's uh, a nice name," Whitty muttered as his face turned red again.

"Thank you, I like your name as well." You grab Whitty's arm, forcing him to crouch down to your height.

You plant a soft kiss on his forehead.