To be honest, I've come to have feelings for Whitty. He doesn't know, and I don't know if he feels the same way.
Hm?
Oh, he's just holding my hand.
...
SHIT, HE'S HOLDING MY HAND.
I'm going to implode one of these days. I'm so embarrassed.
We get to the park. He looks worried. I look where he's looking, and I see what he's looking at. A cloud dude in a tux.
"Y/n, on my count, RUN."
The cloud man pulled out a radio.
" 1... "
He spoke into the radio.
"2..."
He came toward us.
" 3!! "
He booked it towards the alley where we met. I ran, too, but I can't keep up. He picked me up over his shoulder and ran.
The cloud man got on a motorcycle and drove toward us.
"Whitty, what's going on?!"
He ducked behind a café and put me down.
"That's Updyke. He wants to kill me."
" That's horrible. "
He peeked from the side to see if Updyke had caught up.
I'm freaking out. We're going to die. Whitty's going to die, I'm going to die, the cloud man is going to kill us.
Updyke saw us. "There you are..."
Whitty looked mad. " Here we are. "
"You're coming with me." He came and grabbed my arm. " Ow! Let me go! " I yelled!
Whitty was not happy with that. "Don't touch her!"
Updyke ignored him and dragged me onto his motorcycle.
"I SAID... DON'T TOUCH HER!!!!!!!!!!"
His pupils went tiny. He bent down, hugging himself, shaking.
He came back up, screaming.
There was a flash of light. When I could see again, he looked different. He looked like he was having a seizure. His eyes were... Crazy. There were shapes... many of them. He looked kind of scary.
He stomped over to Updyke, who was standing there unfazed, and smacked him to the ground with inhuman force. He lost his grip on my arm, which was now numb. I felt like I was going to pass out.
"Wh-Whits? Is that you?!"
His fuse lit .
There was no water around, the café we were hiding behind was closed and locked.
When he spoke, his voice shook. Not like he was scared, but more shaking with power.
"Y/n, stay back... I don't want to hurt you."
Tears started streaming down his face.
His fuse was running out.
He ran over to the wall. He exploded. It knocked me against the wall, that leaves one hell of a mark.
I stood up and ran over to an unconscious Whitty. I touched his hands. It was hot. I checked his pulse. Still alive, but his pulse was crazy fast. I'll administer CPR.
Can you give a Bomb CPR?
I'm going to try.
He bolted up.
"Whitty, you're ok!" I said, crying.
He hugged me hard.
" Thank you. "
I wanted to tell him how I felt. Instead, I gripped him hard and cried.
But then I heard "I...love you"
"I... love you."
The words I wanted to hear.
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Bombs Away- Whitty Fanfic- Whitty X (Y/n) - WhittyXFemReader
ФанфикAfter 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...
