Love Bomb {Whitty x reader}

Chapter one. Over the limits

Your POV:
You roam around the empty streets at the dark night of oblivion as you were on your way back home after working your ass off all day and every hour with a pay that was never enough to pay off your rent at your apartment. As you sat on the seats of the bus stop to take your way home, the bus was taking for than 10 minutes to the wait. "Ugh.. how long will the fucking bus take?" You groaned as you think and made your mind, "fuck it. I'll just walk.." you grabbed you backpack putting it on your left shoulder as you walked your way.

As you walked you pulled out your microphone "Mh..." you would think of what was the use of it in life, every studio has rejected your sign ups to get the job. You have been singing and practicing when you were a kid, you loved music and always do. As you walked your way you stopped at a dark alleyway "maybe I'll just take a short cut." You said to yourself as you walked into the darkness of the alley, as you walked you would hear spray pain noises. Curious as you are you walked to the sound to find a tall man with a bomb head spray painting the wall with some nice word art that said 'Mad Bomb'

You thought to yourself as you looked at your microphone taking a deep breath tapping the dude on the shoulder "erh!?- what the?.." the bomb head turned his head behind him not seeing you to how tall you were you tapped him gently again "wh- oh.. what do you want.." he raised an eye brow growling a bit. "Hi! Erh- I thought maybe we can have a small rap battle!" You said smiling holding your microphone with other of your hands. He looked down at you kneeling down to your height. "No, now get lost, I don't want to be involved in anything.." he said as he got back up turning around to the wall continuing to spray paint as you were pretty amazed by his art and skills of it.

You thought of an idea as you looked up at him tapping his shoulder again as his grabs turning his head down at you "what!?" He yelled. "How about- if you win I'll leave you alone, but if you lose I'll ask for anything that I want. And it's just one thing." You smiled. He looked down at you as he puts his finger on his mouth thinking as he groaned "if this will make you leave then fine.. I normally do three rounds.. don't ask, I make things fair.." he said. You nod your head smirking proudly. He pulled out his microphone from his spray pain bag as you took out your phone putting up a beat. You both start to rap as he sounded like an electric guitar as you did well for the first song. On the second round you got a bit carried away that you might have roasted him. As he growled a bit starting to get a bit pissed off. Man, he really wanted you to leave him alone.

As you both continue it was finished. "Haha! Two wins for me and zero for you! Let's see what you got— er.. s-sir?.." you looked at him as he was looking down with his hand shaking before he threw his microphone on the ground as his white like eyes were gone as it was just a purple glow. He hugged himself as the ground cracked with him screaming with his eyes glitching with different shapes. You covered your ears due to the high pitch of the screaming as you looked up at him with your pupils Smalling with fear. "Enough... they have taken everything I've ever had... I been suffering an endless cycle of running and hiding... curse you.. COURSE YOU AND THE FILFTH THAT BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WOLRD!!" He yelled as you yelped with fear. By the time he started rapping it was too hard for you to catch up but for goodness made it through. But when in the end you had a break down as you dropped your microphone before hugging your knees as your eyes were falling with tears.

He looked down at you with his eyes at rage before they would go to a sign of guilt with his eyes going back to normal again he kneeled down and reach for you"hey.. kid I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" before any part of him landed on you, you moved back as you were afraid due to his rage it was thought that he would kill you. He looked down at as he packed his things grabbing his bag and running off. You teared softly as you looked at the microphone that he left behind. It was broken sort of- as you picked it up "Mh.." you placed the microphones in your bag as you walked your way back home