After one of the big boxes, I guess it was the "dryer", dinged, Y/n pulled out my clothes. I put them on, and then she gave me a sleeping bag and went up to her bedroom. I got into the bed. It was weird. I dozed off and dreamed about the day that 2'2 blueberry and his 2'2 walnut girlfriend challenged me to that stupid rap battle. Stupid kid had to ruin everything. I swear, he's gonna pay. I'll send him to hell. The dream shifted to when I was getting emotional. Daddy Dearest walked by, Carol threatened him, bla bla bla, and then Y/n made everything ten times better. But there was a twist. My dream self went to bed, woke up, and she was mad as hell.
" Get out. "
Her eyes started glowing red, skin turning purple, starting to resemble Mommy Mearest. She attacked me, and suddenly I was out on the streets again.
I guess I was screaming or something, because Y/n came down and tried to wake me up. The smell of smoke was what woke me.
Shit.
I ran upstairs, got some water to drink.
"I'm sorry, I was having a really bad nightmare."
" Its ok, come into my room and tell me about it. "
I sat down on a fluffy circle chair, she sat on her bed, and we talked. The clock said 2:30 am.
"It started with the day that stupid kid challenged me to a rap battle. I got mad and went crazy. And then it changed to earlier today, when that creep walked by and started treating me like shit. You came along and pretty much made my day, and then it shifted again to when I got into bed. I woke up and you were mad. You slowly started to resemble Mommy Mearest and tried to kill me, kicked me out. I went on the streets again, back to everyone hating me," I explained.
After thinking for a moment, she replied,
" I'll tell you what. In the morning, we'll talk to my mom. She's a therapist, and she specializes in helping people deal with trauma. She can help you sort all this out. "
Y/n hugged me, and I hugged her back. Hard.
"Buddy- I might need air-" she gasped.
"Sorry. I just really..." I stammered, loosening my grip.
" Here. I'll camp out in your room if it makes you feel better to not be alone. I'll use the sleeping bag. "
"Thanks. That would be nice."
I found it easier to sleep when she was around.
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Bombs Away- Whitty Fanfic- Whitty X (Y/n) - WhittyXFemReader
FanficAfter the events of Whitty's Week, he really needs a friend, someone to talk to. Wouldn't we all? He gets super emotional and it's too much for him to handle, so he runs away. The story involves female y/n. Cover by me, created in Pic Collage drawn...
