#Warren Peace

[winterswake]

STEVEN STRAIT as Warren Peace in Sky High (2005)

[shroom-kitty]

The "I was better for her, but the hero must get the girl" squad

[n3rdx]

Warren Peace and Layla Williams from Sky high🌿🔥

I always wanted these two to end up together when I was little so here they are 💕

[punkeropercyjackson]

'I speak fluent sarcasm' in moodboards/aesthetics of characters who say out of pocket shit nonstop and mean it with they whole chest is one of the worst trend's ever i swEAR

[fanaticloser]

Rewatched Sky High and was thinking how Coach Boomer is probably one of the few teacher that don’t treat Warren like he’s going to become a villian. Like he trusted Warren to get people out of the gym

Had to throw this in. Loved them

[nova-lunosi]

I think this movie made me gay — give it up for Royal Pain with the sickest armor, and Warren Peace for having the most incredible name

Some closeups ⤵️

[garden-of-carnations]

sometimes I wonder if I have a type and then I remember these are my childhood crushes

[parawhore-mp3]

☆Sky High text posts: Part 9

This one's a Warren x Layla edition bc let's be honest, who watched the movie and rooted for Layla x Will

☆More of this series☆

[queenimmadolla]

not all Warren Peace fans are Eddie Munson fans, but all Eddie Munson fans are Warren Peace fans

[ivorydragoness44]

Warren Peace x Reader: Interest

Word Count: 766 Warnings/Notes: Slightly confused Reader, mention of growing embarrassment (brief), friends asking a lot of questions, implied crush on Warren Peace. Cute moment with Warren. Summary: The Reader is a little late to lunch, but just before they make it to their table of friends, another student asks them out. How will the group of friends react to the news?

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  It was not usual for you to be a little late to lunch. Sure, it was only by a few minutes, but you were hungry.   With your lunch finally in your grasp, you made your way around the tables already occupied by the normal chatter of other students. Normal may not have been the best word choice for minors with super human abilities, but it was for you. Most days.   You caught Layla’s attention as you neared the table. Her friendly smile, however, was lost to you as your view became obstructed.   Halting with a piercing squeak of your shoe, you waited in confusion.   “Hey,” he said. A student that you recognized from a few of your classes stood in front of you.   “Hi,” you gave a small smile in acknowledgement.   He took a moment’s breath and scratched the back of his head. “Um…”   “Is everything okay?”   “Do you want to go out with me?”   Your eyebrows shot up. “What? I-I mean, no. No, thank you.”   A strange mixture of emotions bubbled around and you made a mad dash around him before the heat of embarrassment from a few fumble of words spread. With long quick strides, you finally made it to the lunch table.

  Is being a teenager always like this? Why were emotions so complicated some times?   “What was that about?” Layla asked, bringing you out of your thoughts.   Setting down your food, you took a deep calming breath and sat down beside Warren. “Oh, um, he asked me out.”   A page crinkled to your right, but your friends were otherwise quiet.   Layla leaned forward, her pigtails swaying slightly over her green salad. “And?”   “And I said no.” Confident. Self-assured with your decision, though seemingly small in comparison to other more pressing issues, felt good. And why shouldn’t you?   “Good for you,” Magenta nodded in agreement.   “But why?” Zach asked, his nose scrunching in his bewilderment. “Do you not like him or something?”   “It’s not that simple,” you said between bites of your food.   “And why not?” He pressed, making you laugh a little.   Patting a napkin over your mouth, you sighed quietly. “Well, firstly, I’m not going to go out or date someone that I don’t like, or not interested in. Heck, I’ve barely talked with him.”   Layla and Magenta nodded slowly. “Sounds reasonable enough.”   “Any other reason?” Will asked, peering over Warren’s hunched form.   You laughed, “What, you want a detailed list or something?”   “That sounds a bit excessive,” Warren smiled into his book.   “Unless the list is for myself, out of curiosity and to better understand my own reasons and stuff.”   “And what would you put on the list for that guy?” Ethan asked, pulling your attention away from Warren.   It was nearing on hilarious by how invested they were about such a short conversation. If it could even be considered a conversation.   “For one thing, he never returned the pen he borrowed from me, and I saw him break it while fiddling with it. So, there’s that.”   Will burst out in laughter. “Is that why you don’t want to date him? Because—”   “No,” you stopped him. “I just don’t like him. Especially in that way. If I’m not friends with, or just can’t even imagine myself holding his or anyone’s hand, then I’m not going out with them.”   “Oh,” Will looked down, “sorry.”   “No biggie,” you smiled reassuringly, before returning to what remained of the food in front of you.

  Curious concerning friends. You were grateful for that. They each showed it in their own ways. And as invested as they had become, you were relieved that neither one of them had asked one question in particular. Who are you interested in?   Your eyes drifted from your lunch to the inky text in front of Warren. “Good book?”   Glancing over at you with a smile, his voice was soft, warm. “Yeah. It’s the third in the series.”   “Cool.”   As your eyes both pulled away from each other, you caught movement from under the table. The motion was slow and short. Had you been deeply involved with something else, you might have missed it entirely. Warren had lightly bumped your knee with his.   Could you ever decipher if he was flirting with you or just being a delightful silly friend with gestures like those? You were not sure. But one day you would know, and you hoped that it was both. Why not?   Smiling to yourself, you nudged your knee to his twice. Though as you retracted, his knee met yours again and remained there.   This should be interesting.

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Hi! Thank you for reading! I seem to be writing more Warren Peace now lol I have other ideas/WIPs that I'm working on, so I hope you're ready for that.

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Part 2 to this fanfiction

[emmieart]

yall remember sky high?

(commissions open on ko-fi)

[turvi]

Hmm I wonder why I'm in love with Severus

My childhood crush:

I swear this movie is some kind of Harry Potter multiverse

[awkward-halfhug]

back to you | warren peace x reader

summary: it's been years since warren peace drove you out of his life. now you're back and he doesn't know how to handle it.

contains: estranged childhood friend!reader x warren peace, light angst

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(also on my ao3)

Of all the things in Warren's past that he thought might come back to haunt him, the one he didn't count on was you.

It's been years, nearly a decade, since Warren last saw you. Since his dad got locked up and his family fell apart. Since he started lashing out at everyone around him, pushing everyone away, pushing you away.

It's been so long he almost assumes he's mistaken. But no, that's you, introducing yourself at the front of the class. Your eyes. Your nose. Your fidgeting hands. The sight of you hits him like a physical force in the chest. Winds him. If he was standing, he'd have to sit down.

He sees your eyes sweep across the unfamiliar faces of your new classmates, dread forming in the pit of his stomach knowing your eyes will soon snag on him. He feels like a deer in the headlights when you finally see him but he can't bring himself to look away. He sees when the recognition lights your features. A smile starts to bloom on your face and Warren sucks in a breath. Then you tamp it down, hesitant, uncertain. He can still read you like a book.

You finish your introduction and then you're walking toward him. No, toward the open desk directly behind him. He should stop you. Say something.

He doesn't.

You sit behind him quietly and open the textbook the teacher tells you to. He hears page shift against page and it sounds like judgement.

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At lunch you try to sit with him.

He sees it coming; has been keenly aware of your presence in every class you've shared since homeroom. He doesn't have to lift his head to know you're hovering over his table, hesitating despite every other seat being empty.

Just how he likes it. Right. Warren sighs.

You hear it. Misinterpret it, no doubt.

"Umm…" You laugh nervously. Shift the lunch tray in your hands. Seem to come to a decision and sit without asking.

"Do you… I mean, you probably don't remember me. Or…do you?" You look at Warren with hope in your eyes and his chest aches.

He clenches his jaw. Looks back down at his lunch. The Mac and cheese suddenly unappetizing as he pushes it around with his fork and waits for you to recognize his dismissal.

He doesn't know why he does it. Why he hears your quiet gasp and refuses to look up. All he knows is that you smell the same as you always did and something in him feels like a little boy again, with the neighbors whispering as the cops drag his dad away. Your little voice as you run up to him on his porch, asking him what's going on.

Shame licks at his neck and the tips of his ears and he can't look at you. Doesn't want to see you. He's back there and it hurts again.

You shudder in a breath and Warren stands, doesn't even take his lunch tray as he flees the room.

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Warren wants to ignore you. Wants to shut out the memories you've dredged up, but he can't. Because it's not just memories of his dad he's remembering now. Or how brokenhearted his mom was over everything. He sneaks a glance at you as you sit a few seats down, and catches your eye. And the look he sees on your face is exactly the same one you wore years before. The very first time he ignored you as you called out to him. He'd been picking little fights with you for weeks, but he hadn't ever flat out ignored you. You'd looked just like this. Disbelief, betrayal, and raw hurt line your features as you stare at him from across the room. Not even pretending to pay attention to class, just trying to make sense of him.

He can't stand the feeling of shame and anger that comes with thinking about his past. But the shame that fills him knowing that he caused that expression, so many times before, and now he's done it again? That shame is so much worse.

He's done a lot of things he regrets while he was acting out. Hurt a lot of people with his words and actions, but most of all you and his mom. The difference is, he's made things right with his mom…

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The sixth period bell rings and Warren waits for you just outside the classroom door.

You startle when he says your name, then linger, confused and wary, as you wait for him to speak. But he doesn't know what to say.

Warren sighs. Grits his teeth against the feeling and shoots his hand out just as you turn to leave.

Leave him. Alone. Like he's always wanted he thinks wryly. Mentally rolls his eyes at himself. Not from you though, he's come to realize. Over the years and all at once over the course of a day, it's become painfully clear. He's wanted to be left alone. Still wants to be left alone, mostly. But not by you. Never you.

…He's missed you.

His hand curls around your forearm, stopping you in your tracks.

"Wait" he says, louder than he'd intended. He clears his throat discreetly.

You look back at him. Stare into his eyes with your puppy dog ones, confusion and little bit of hope swirl in your expression.

Warren stalls, hand still gripping your arm. He doesn't know what to say to fix this. But you wait patiently for him. You were always so patient with him, even as children. He pictures little you, sitting on the steps of his porch, waiting for his mom to be done scolding him for whatever he'd done that day to earn an earful. It was a frequent occurrence—he was a stubborn kid. Time to stop being a stubborn almost-adult.

"I'm sorry" He tells you. And it's weird how easy it is to say. Easier than he thought it would be– he doesn't say a lot of apologies these days.

You take a minute to stare at him. As if judging if he's telling the truth. You must conclude he is because your eyes soften. Your mouth tentatively smiling.

"Yeah?" You ask him. As if encompassing your entire teenage years. Is he sorry for your lost friendship, all the little fights, how he's treated you, even today, all of it?

"Yeah" he says. Air rushing out of him like relief, because you're making it so easy on him and he knows he doesn't deserve it. "Yeah. I am."

You nod, and smile. Like all is forgiven, just like that.

He worries for a minute, as you stare at eachother, where you go from here. He's rusty with this whole 'friendship' thing. But he shouldn't have worried. You were always the leader between the two of you.

"So, where do you want to go to eat? I'm thinking this new pizza place I saw over by the–"

You take his arm and pull him toward the school doors and start to rattle like you used to, before everything.

He just listens, nodding where appropriate, as he feels something settle inside of him. It feels like coming home.

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[paperized]

Sky high!!! I was rewatching it recently and had to draw some fanart of the best disney channel movie

[porcelana-r0ta]

Watching Sky High with my roommate and Will's dad talks about how Warren's dad stole the lead part in Oklahoma!, meaning that Sky High School has a theater department. I'm now obsessed with the idea that there are superpowered kids in Sky High who are are theater kids

[petitreve]

We need more Warren Peace stuff here. We’re severely lacking. He’s SO FINE so we’ve got no excuse. I’m about to start writing for him too, this isn’t a want. This is more than a want. More than a desire. This is a NEED.