#vanillabomb

OKAY SO, yes I based this off of CupToasts new TomTord Animation. However I like to think Pork Soda is a WhitRuv song.

Now more on the drawings. I like to think their relationship started as a “I WANT YOU DEAD” enemies to lovers, like attempted murder on both parties enemies to lovers.

Ruv sat on the steps of the church, gazing at the road. Worship ended almost ten minutes ago, and Whitty still wasn't here. Of course, their plans for a "date" had been a text conversation of

"Wanna hang out tonight"

"Yea"

So he probably shouldn't expect him at any specific time. Still. He bobbed his head gently, thinking about whatever topic past his mind. Then, Whitty's voice shot through his head.

He tilted one ear up, listening for it, and quickly getting to his feet. He was shouting, and loudly.

He trotted down the steps and followed his ear, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked around the church to the alley behind it. "Whitty?" He called, passing the frosted glass of the greenhouse as he walked. He was getting closer.

He wound through alleys for a while, walking around one corner and freezing. The entire far end of the alley was engulfed in orange smoke, buzzing with swirling shapes. It looked like a portal to hell had opened up.

Ruv almost turned around to nope the hell out of there, when he heard Whitty shouting again. It took a little bit of searching through the orange haze, but then he saw him.

Ruv blinked a few times, his heartrate picking up out of surprise. Whitty looked like he was on the verge of exploding as he shouted lyrics at some blue-haired guy, his body twisting in ways that made Ruv cringe in pain a bit as he screamed.

It was basically against the law to just walk in and stop a rap battle halfway through, but Ruv was sincerely concerned Whitty was about to lose his head. Thankfully, the music halted, and both the blue-haired guy and a girl in an uncomfortably tight dress ran off, leaving Whitty panting and staring at nothing in rage.

Ruv shifted around, not entirely sure if he should run like mad, or stay and try to comfort him, and instead ended up frozen with choice. Whitty's eyes shot up to him, and his epxression softened a little as he stood up straighter. "Go away Ruv!" he called. "Just... leave me alone for a bit!"

Ruv's eyes narrowed, and his head turned towards where the girl and guy had just run off. "You want me to snap some limbs?" he yelled back, accidentally rattling the trash cans he was standing beside.

"No, hell no!" Whitty huffed a few times, pressing his palms into his head. "Just... fucking let them go." he muttered, his back falling to the wall.

The orange haze was starting to dissipate. Ruv still didn't feel very safe, but he knew now he could at least walk up to Whitty without possibly exploding. "Who were thoes assholes?" he yelled, venturing closer.

Whitty's hands curled inward, so his fists pressed into his forehead. "Reminders." he said.

The smell of gasoline drifted by Ruv's nose, meaning Whitty was crying. Ruv looked away, not entirely sure how to deal with that. Whatever he just missed, it was not something Whitty probably wanted to talk about right now. Especially not here.

"Hey uh..." he cleared his throat, glancing away. "Want to... need a tissue?" Fuck, what was he supposed to say?

"I don't fucking need that!" Whitty said, his hands falling as a glare shot by Ruv. The iridescent liquid of gasoline mixed with water was pooling in the bottom of his eyes, and he clenched his fist. He wasn't crying yet, but Ruv could tell he was about to.

He set his jaw. "I can go." he suggested.

Whitty shook his head, wiping his eyes. "Fuck, no, don't. Let's... just go to the church, alright? Just go to the church and fucking... I don't know." he muttered, already standing up and walking past Ruv down the alley.

Ruv's eyes narrowed. He could recognize a shit day from a mile away.

They walked in silence to the church, Whitty occasionally reaching up to rub his head. A small part of Ruv was afraid he'd explode at any second. Whitty was about to walk around to the front doors, when Ruv grabbed his arm.

Whitty yanked it out of his grip, turning to glare at him. Ruv put up his hands. "Did I grab you too hard?" he asked.

Whitty's eyes narrowed. "Why the fuck are you always so worried about shit like that? Think I can't handle you grabbing my damn arm?" his words were hot.

Ruv didn't let them cut him. Instead he sighed, putting his hand in his pocket. "I want to show you something." he said, before turning towards the greenhouse. He heard Whitty follow him, and he walked up to the green glass door, entering the secret passcode and pushing it in. "Come on."

He heard Whitty growl behind him, but follow him in. He shut the door and locked it behind him.

The greenhouse wasn't big or anything. It was just a small place where Sarv grew stuff to give to the food pantry in the summer, like peas and tomatoes. The fern jungle was the only spot that didn't grow food.

Ruv lead him to the jungle, and began to walk into the bush.

"Uh, what the fuck are you doing?" Whitty asked, words spiked with rage, hiding a very different emotion under them.

Ruv gestured him to follow as he walked through the makeshift path. His floor-mattress bed was pressed against the glass wall, and he sat on it as he waited for Whitty to navigate through the bush. Finally, he stood over Ruv, glaring down at him. "This is what you wanted to show me?" he snarled.

Ruv nodded. "This is where I sleep. Every night." he patted next to him, before leaning his back against the cool glass and staring up at the ceiling.

Whitty blinked at him, then sat down next to him, arms crossed. Ruv hadn't realized how hot his body was, just the heat radiating off of him was scalding.

They both stared up as the stars began to fade into existence overhead. The working fountain bubbled, a few cars rolled past the church on the road, and Ruv could smell gasoline again.

"You want to... talk about anything?" he asked, knowing that was a pretty awkward thing to ask.

Whitty was silent for a minute. Then, he finally said, "Do you ever think the universe picks out some people, just to beat them up? Do you ever just feel like a walking punching bag?"

Ruv glanced sideways at him, and nodded. "Yes. I used to a lot more, but I still do."

"But... fucking why? Just why?" his voice crackled as he spoke, and Ruv knew better than to look over now, knowing he'd try to stop again.

"I don't know." He responded instead, closing his eyes and letting himself fall into the enveloping heat coming off of Whitty's body. He blindly reached his hand over, feeling it touch Whitty's. They were hot, but not burning hot. He put his hand on top and spun little circles into the back of his knuckles. "I don't know." he repeated, folding their fingers together.

Whitty chuckled. "Holy hell." he muttered.

Ruv smirked, eyes still closed. "You're really hot, you know."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Nah, I'm burning up here." he leaned in closer, so their arms pressed together. "You have to be the hottest guy I know."

"I said, shut the fuck up." Whitty repeated, this time with a little more humor in his voice. Ruv grinned, leaning his head on his arm.

Whitty leaned back.

"I'm glad the universe gave me you." he muttered at him. "Even if you're an ass sometimes."