+You Make My Heart Go Ballistic+ (Whitty + Reader)

-Taken In-

Rrrrg... What happened...

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You awoke in a daze as you slowly sat up. Suddenly you remembered, and in a flash your eyes snapped open and your reflexes kicked in. Within a moments notice you were ready to defend yourself. Except, no one was there. You surveyed your surroundings. It seemed you were in a rundown room, but it was cozy enough. Someone must've seen you and taken you in. Dam this is so embarrassing... Hopefully whoever took me here isn't intending to do anything to me. No matter, though. This time I've come prepared. 

You got up slowly and exited the door, not really paying attention to where you were going. (So much for preparedness) "Hello? Is someone here- Oomph! Hey, woah, who are yo-" You bumped into a figure suddenly and looked up to see who it was. It was none other than...

"Oh- Whitty!!"

You gasped and hugged him. He felt warm, supportive, and comforting. As you leaned on him sighing, he said "Yeah, surprise. Did ya miss me?" He joked.

(AN: The two of you met up like a couple times between the first meeting and now!)

"...A lot actually! But now you are here so... That's fun! Haha."

You couldn't see it at the time but Whitty turned a bit pink in the face.

"So you were the one that brought me here? Thank you."

"Yep."

"Hold on... Wait a minute..."

You gasped and clapped your hand over your mouth.

"You saw me... I'm sorry!"

"It's ok- wait, where are you going?! Come back!!" Whitty called.

I don't wanna burden anyone with my breakdown. That's all that matters. HHhhsaddfgjiaokls! You thought. You bit your lip as you made your way to the door. 

"(Y/N)." 

"GAA! FAST BOI!"

He was fast, he stood in front of the door blocking the way. You tried to go under one of his arms but he stopped you and pulled you back. 

"Hey-"

"Stop, please. I understand. You overthink too much, shortie." 

"Man, don't call me tha... o///o"

He pulled you in for a big hug, resulting in him lifting you up. He was tall, alright. All your worries vanished, and you tearfully embraced back. As he set you down, you dabbed at the tears from your eyes and said, "I hope you are not weirded out by me now. I don't know what came over me, heh."

"Pfft, what? Of course not... Those brats are chores to deal with, next time I'll let 'em have it." He smiled.

He posed dramatically and looked like a goofball. "Ya gotta accept that we're all weird. Besides, I think we're friends..." 

"Don't do it- I swear Whitty if you do it-"

"...Shortie." He did the "leaning down" thing even though you were pretty tall for your age. He raised an eyebrow and smirked once again.

"WHITTS! I'm. Not. Short."

"But I. Am. 9ft. Tall. So, sucks for you."

"bUiLt lIkE a FoAm bAll On A sTiCk mAn-"

"'Scuse me?

";>"

"Oof, you did not just do that to me."

"Look at me," You said, "I'm Whitty, I'm 8ft 11 and I'm the biiiig business."

"Bruh-"

"Hehe... Sorry... But in all seriousness, Thank you. For making me feel better, Whitty. I appreciate your company. And I know it isn't always easy for you, being introverted and all." You smiled your sweet, compassionate smile, taking his big hand in yours.

"No problem, (Y/N). Always glad to help ya. Just don't expect every social interaction to go smoothly, m'kay? Some people are just real jerks. That's kinda why I like to keep to myself." He squeezed your hand. 

"Hey Whitty?"

"What's up?"

"Maybe soon we can watch a movie with some friends? The idea popped into my head and it sounded fun." You shrugged.

Whitty thought for a moment, and finally said, "Sure. If they are nice then I have no problem with it."

"Really, Whitts?"

"Don't make me regret it (Y/N)."

":0 Of course not." You said hugging him again.

"Mkay." He gave you a warm hug before you left his abode. 

As you walked down the street, you thought that you HAD to make some friends after this. You wondered if that blue-haired boy or that short girl would be interested. They seemed pretty nice!

It seemed like your life was finally getting in order for once.

(I freaking love this ;v;)