Bombs Away- Whitty Fanfic- Whitty X (Y/n) - WhittyXFemReader

One Eventful Day, Y/n's POV

Whitty felt good to fall asleep on. I slept like a baby. When we got home, he woke me up, as gently as possible. I went up to my bedroom, got my pillow, and went into Whitty's room, where he was sitting on a chair, reading a book that he seemed to enjoy: Percy Jackson. I said goodnight to Whitty  and got into the sleeping bag next to his bed. I fell asleep before he got into bed.

I guess I was still scare because I too had a nightmare. It starts with him and I running away from Updyke. He dashes behind the café and puts me down. Then, he goes crazy like he did. I don't know what to call it, but I don't want to ask him. He seemed mad at himself for doing that.

Instead of saving me, he puts me on Updyke 's motorcycle and he drives off, while I'm screaming. We get to like, an underground building or something? Where Gf and Keith are tied up.

I try to run, but the door has a passcode. He walks up to me, slowly, like a wolf creeping up on a rabbit, with a syringe in his hand. The shot is full of Orange and black liquid.

"Come here.''

I sat against the wall, curled up, and cried.

But for some reason, Updyke said, 

"Are you okay?"

" Y/n, wake up!! "

It shifted to Whitty's voice.

"Y/n. Are you ok?"

I blinked a few times. Whitty was kneeling at the side of my sleeping bag. His hand was on my chest, he had a look of concern on his face.

" I-um... I'm ok, thanks Whits. "

He picked me up again and sat on the bed. I felt like an 8 year old, sitting on his lap. He and I are the same age, yet he is so much bigger than me. Does that come with the territory of being half bomb? Doesn't matter. I still love him for who he is. Everyone else in town just doesn't see what I see.

 "What happened, my light?"

 I leaned against his chest.

 "I dreamed that you let Updyke capture me to save yourself, and you went crazy again. We got to a strange underground building where he tried to give me a weird shot. I'm ok, really."

He hugged me. I felt safe, as if the wolf ran away. It felt like the world was ours, Whitty and mine.

 "My light."

 I had given him a nickname for a little while, and now he trusts me enough to give me one.

 "I love you, Whits."

 " I love you too, (first letter of your name). "

We sat there for a little while, him gently rocking until I fell asleep. He put me on one side of the bed and went to sleep on the other side.

It was hard to believe that I was the one who took him in a week ago. He had taken care of me too. It's hard to believe that he was emotionally broken the first few days. He 's doing so much better.

Right?