#warren graham x reader

[moomine]

sober thoughts | warren graham

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summary: (drunk!warrengraham x sober!reader) You and Warren have been friends long before getting accepted to Blackwell Academy. One night, you find Warren drunk after a vortex club party, and make sure he gets home safely. Little do the two of you know, you're both interested in being more than just friends.

word count: 2,577

warnings: no trigger warnings (just fluff here)! all characters are 18+

now playing: Radiohead - "Thinking About You"

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Once a week, the evening at Blackwell Academy was consumed by loud, bumping house music and drunken teenagers partying like it was their last day on Earth. The Vortex Club, Blackwell's royal family, would commandeer the swimming pool to host their lavish soirees. You had been to a couple, but the noise and the smell of drunk, sweaty teens quickly became unappealing. As the semesters went on, you started leaving campus to avoid the events altogether, deciding to occupy your time studying at the public library, grabbing breakfast for dinner at the Two Whales, or walking the beach. Anything that sounded remotely more interesting.

That night was different. It seemed like you were the only person who didn't want to attend tonight's party, let alone be anywhere near campus. Around 11:30 at night, you decided to pack up your things and return to the dorms for bed. As you pulled into the parking lot of Blackwell, you could already hear the loud music and ever-familiar chatter. you parked your car and turned off the ignition, stepping out into the cool September night air with a slight shiver. The music was intolerably loud, and you realized that, regardless of the time and your distance from the school, you'd still hear it faintly in your dorm that night.

You ran a frustrated hand through your hair as you looked around the parking lot at students coming and going from the party. In the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar figure, Warren Graham, sitting on the curb, curled in on himself with his head in his arms.

You and Warren had been friends for a while. Science and math were never your strong suit, unlike him. You much preferred writing and the arts to experiments and calculations. When you were freshmen, he helped you when you started to fail biology, tutoring you after school and being your buddy in class. After that, you two started hanging out from time to time. You watched movies, talked about video games and comics, and bonded over your mutual fade-into-the-background-ness back at your home school and, unfortunately, when you guys were accepted to Blackwell as well. However, Warren never faded into the background for you. Even before the two of you became friends, you noticed his presence very quickly. When the sight of his nose wrinkling while he laughed made your heart skip a beat, you realized that maybe you liked him as more than just a friend.

Your expression softened as you approached him. Whatever negativity you harbored toward the party was washed away, now replaced by worry and concern for the boy sitting alone.

"Hey, Warren," you said, softly, crouching to his level. "You okay?"

It was like your words stirred Warren back to consciousness. Not necessarily that he was asleep, but rather that he wasn't all there. Like he was sinking into the ground and hearing your voice was enough to bring him closer to the surface again. He lifted his head like it was too heavy for his neck to support, almost immediately using his shoulder as a rest for his head of dirt-colored hair. A tender, excited smile stretched across his thin lips, making his eyes crinkle ever so slightly and his cheeks lifted with happiness. He looked tired, but behind the fogginess in his eyes, you could see he was happy to see you.

"Hey, you..." he slurred as he tried to sit up a little straighter. "I'm much better now." His words dragged, dripping from his lips in a sing-song, honeyed tone.

You smiled. "Oh yeah? How much have you had to drink?"

Warren looked off for a moment, staring past you rather than directly at you. Slowly, the gears in his head were starting to turn, twisting with each other as he traced his memory back for each shot he had taken along with the handful of beers he had either sipped on or shotgunned. The boy who was usually so good at math was struggling to work out simple addition, the alcohol hindering his intelligence. He looked down at his hands, now counting out on his fingers before he stuck both of them up in the air with a proud smile. While holding down his pointer finger with his thumb on one hand, he expertly determined he had had about eight drinks (which was most certainly a vast overestimation on his part). Your eyes widened at the realization, shaking your head with a sigh.

"That's... a lot," you paused, "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I feel funny. But not bad funny," Warren started, leaning in as his voice dropped to a loud whisper. "I'm so happy you're here. I missed you."

Your cheeks flushed a subtle pink. Under the light of sparse street lamps in the parking lot, it was hard to see but you could certainly feel it. Heat rose through your body as he leaned in. You swallowed, your throat suddenly feeling extremely dry.

"I missed you too." Your tone was soft and genuine. You tried your best to hide your flusteredness, but you knew you were failing. At least he was wasted, you thought. There was no chance Warren could tell in the state he was in. "How about we get you to your dorm?"

The boy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest in protest. "Noooo... I don't want the night to end. I'm not even tired."

"You don't have to go to bed, silly," you tried to convince him. "I just thought you'd want to get out of this boring parking lot."

"Can we watch a movie?" His eyes lit up as he spoke, and his hands found your shoulders.

You nodded with an amused smile, and your body rocked as he shook you. "Sure thing, whatever you want to watch. Now, let's get you up, okay?"

You reached for Warren's hands, taking them in your own as you came to your feet. With a good pull, you were able to get him clumsily on his own. Warren swayed from side to side as he tried to gain his balance again, rocking on his heels.

"You got it?" you asked, keeping your hands out to catch him in case he fell.

"I think so," Warren mumbled, putting a heavy hand on your shoulder to balance himself.

"Here, I got you," you started as you pulled his arm around your shoulders. "We'll do it together."

"You're the best. I'm so lucky you're my friend," he mumbled. His head rested against yours like a heavy stone.

A small laugh slipped through your lips and you nodded —once again grateful for the darkness cloaking your flushed face, as you two started your walk to the boy’s dormitories. With each step you took, Warren struggled to keep himself up, leaning against your body as he put his full weight on you.

"I wish you would have gone..." he murmured, staring ahead with a blank expression.

"Gone where?" you asked.

Warren waved haphazardly with his other hand, trying to motion back to the noise behind you guys. "The party, duh."

You tried to look up at him but couldn't, his head keeping you from meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you wanted me there."

"I only ever want to see you," Warren slurred.

Your eyes widened at his words, but you shook it off. You reminded yourself that he was drunk and not completely in control of his words. Plus, Warren was known to be a bit of a drama queen.

"What if I go to the next one with you? Would that make you feel better?"

"Yeah." Within an instant, his tone became lighter, happier.

The music grew quieter the further you got from the party. Straggling students lingered around the courtyard before the dorms, talking amongst each other and seemingly enjoying a break from the excitement of the party. Cricket's song and the breeze through tree branches created an atmosphere that was far more relaxing within the night air. It felt like a whole other world in comparison to the flashing lights and chaos several feet away.

You two sunk into the dorms, and the warmth from inside wrapped around you like an inviting hug. It was close to silent within the hallway as you approached Warren's dorm room.

You reached for the door handle, the knob not budging as you attempted to open the door. "You have your key, right?"

Warren hummed in acknowledgment. He dug into his pocket, lazily pulled the key from his jeans, and handed it to you. You unlocked the door and walked him inside, leading him to his bed so he could sit down. The room was dark before you turned on his bedside lamp. Warren was very much a no-overhead-light-ever kind of person, something we had in common. Warm yellow light illuminated the small space once the lamp was switched on. Along his brick walls were posters of comic book characters, bands, and his favorite movies. A mess of loose papers and clothing was scattered across the floor. As per usual, Warren's room was a wreck but not disgusting. Sure, he'd leave dirty clothes on his floor, but any food waste he had was quickly and efficiently thrown out.

On his windowsill was a line of nursery pots, all with individual tabs labeled with different notes and specimens. Must be an experiment for one of his classes, you thought. His desk was covered in notebooks and textbooks alike, both marked up with sticky notes with some containing actual notes and others being doodles depicting his agony with chemistry. You laughed a little at the sight of it.

Warren let out a soft, content sigh from behind you as he eased himself into his bed. He looked over at you with a lopsided grin. "I haven't thought about the periodic table once tonight. Can you believe that?"

"I can actually. I'm surprised you can think at all after all you've had to drink," you teased, taking a seat beside him on the edge of his mattress. You reached over to untie his Chucks, pulling them from his feet and tossing them to the ground. There was no way you were going to change him, but the least you could do was help him get a little more comfortable.

He sat up beside you, laughing as you picked fun at him. "Hey... can I tell you something?"

You turned to face him and realized he was much closer than you had thought he would be, his face less than a foot away from yours. Your throat went dry as a desert, and you swallowed in an attempt to wet it.

"Of course," you nodded. "You can tell me anything."

"You promise?" Warren mumbled, averting his eyes from yours and focusing on the ground instead. His face was slightly flushed, his freckled cheeks dusted a soft pink.

"I promise." you reaffirmed, looking him up and down questioningly.

"There's been something I've been wanting to tell you, but I've always felt too..." he trailed off, his voice wavering. The alcohol on his breath served as a reminder of just how drunk he really was. "I've always been too nervous to say anything. But I'm not right now."

"Warren, you're drunk," you said, trying to deter him from continuing. A part of you wanted so desperately to know what he had to say, but you knew that once he was sober he'd likely regret telling you. If he'd even remember at all, that was.

Warren whined in a not-so-quiet protest. "I'm not that drunk. I'm feeling pretty sober now."

"You're wasted." You shook your head immediately.

"Please." He leaned in, his face once again rapidly growing closer and closer to yours. "Just let me finish."

Your eyes trailed over his face, fixating on his eyes and his lips. The warm brown of his irises was so inviting and only popped more in contrast to the dark circles forming under his eyes. They were like a warm, light cup of coffee first thing in the morning. His lips were stuck in a small pout of desperation. It was like he had been dying to let something off his chest, like once he said what he needed to everything would be okay forever. Or maybe it wouldn't, but it seemed like that was a risk he was willing to take.

"Warren, I..." The words felt caught in your throat, clinging to your dry tongue for dear life.

"Please," Warren pleaded, staring directly into your eyes now. "I like you. I have for so long and it's been eating me up inside." His words came out in a rushed flurry of emotion. He looked at you intensely, his eyes overflowing with admiration and something you couldn't quite place. "You don't have to say anything... Hell, you don't even have to like me back. I just wanted to tell you..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down," you said, putting a hand on his knee to grab his attention.

Warren's eyes dropped from yours to your hand. His lips parted as he fell silent, staring back at you with uncertainty abundantly clear all over his face. The alcohol in his system made him feel more confident, but not so much that he didn't care about what happened next. You felt bad watching him sit there at the edge of his seat.

"Maybe we should talk about this in the morning? Y'know, when you're more clear-head—" Warren cut you off before you were able to finish.

"No," he insisted, looking you dead in your eyes. "I mean it. You... you gotta believe me."

"I do," you said as you leaned in closer. "I like you too."

"What?"

"I said I like you too." You smiled at him, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. "But right now you're drunk and it's late, and I think we should talk about it more tomorrow, okay? What if we grab breakfast at Two Whales in the morning? Like a date."

"You... you wanna go on a date with me?" Warren's expression was priceless, filled with excitement and disbelief.

You nodded. "Of course I do. The sooner we get to sleep, the sooner we can. So you better get some shut-eye, got it?"

Without a word, Warren was lying on his back and struggling to get under his covers. You couldn't help but laugh as you stood up, leaning over once he was all tucked in and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. His breath hitched and he giggled like a little girl. As Warren started dozing off you searched around the room and situated a quick "hangover kit" for him on his nightstand. He was going to need it in the morning.

"Goodnight, Warren," you said, heading for the door. "Sleep on your side, okay?"

He hummed and turned over so he was facing you. The fight to stay awake was quickly becoming too much for him as his eyes began to slowly flutter closed. "Mhm, goodnight..."

Your gaze drifted to him once more before you stepped out of the room, closing the door behind you. As you walked up the stairs to your dorm, you felt your heart start to swell thinking about the fact that the Warren Graham liked you too. And that you were going on a date with him tomorrow morning. Maybe those Vortex Club parties weren't all bad after all.

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fanfic writers NEVER contemplate or apologise for your fic being over 3-5k words long, we readers LOVE longer fics!! anyways have a good day/night 🙂‍↕️

[risswirly]

Potential Energy

SYNOPSIS: You're pulling an all nighter in the labs with your close friend, expecting it to be just like any other night, but something hangs in the air. A tension neither of you can seem to ignore anymore GENRE: fluff NOTE: To be honest, I lost motivation and had no idea what to write for a hot minute, but now I'm back!! This was actually inspired by some arcane fanart that I cannot find for my life, but I hope you enjoy! WORD COUNT: 2.3k

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You furrow your brows and cover your mouth with your hand, deep in thought as you irritatedly scan the chalkboard. The messily scribbled equations and diagrams seem to glare back at you mockingly, still just as nonsensical and confusing as they were the first time you looked at them, which was now over a few hours ago.  You let out a frustrated groan as you peel your eyes away from the numbers, glancing out the window. The moon was high in the sky, its cool glow streaming through the window and illuminating the room faintly, along with a small lamp that lit up numerous messily strewn papers and textbooks on the workbench.

Warren lets out a tired sigh as he leans back in his chair, running a hand through his messy brown hair as he puts down his pen and turns away from his notes and toward you, cracking a small smile as he watches you eye the chalkboard. He pushes himself to his feet and approaches the board, standing next to you as you examine it repeatedly.

He glances at your frustrated expression from the corner of his eye and lets out an amused scoff, "You're glaring at these equations like they've offended you" His voice is calm and slightly drowsy. You groan as you bury your face in your hand, rubbing your eyes sleepily, "they do offend me" you reply flatly, "our inability to understand what they mean offends me to the highest degree." You joke back with a small smile.

You and Warren had become good friends over the past few months after meeting in college while doing the same course. As chemistry majors you often found yourselves working away in the lab at ungodly hours and through your academic struggles had grown quite close. However there always seemed to be more between you, banter and acts of kindness somehow felt charged with something more than just friendliness. You knew you'd developed a major crush on him when you found yourself thinking about him more than you'd like to admit, yet you felt too afraid to actually do anything about it.

He chuckles softly as he crosses his arms and turns his head to face you, "Don't worry, soon enough you'll have them begging for forgiveness" he jokes reassuringly with a gentle smile. He takes a moment to study you quietly, his eyes trailing over your tired expression. "You look exhausted" he murmurs, the joking tone fading from his voice. 

You peel your eyes away from the chalkboard and turn to face him with a sarcastic smile, "That's one way to tell a girl she looks horrible" you scoff, teasing him lightly. He chuckles "Oh come on, you know that's not what I meant", he says rolling his eyes before his expression softens again. "But seriously, we've been at this for hours, When was the last time you ate something?" he asks furrowing his brows slightly, his eyes flickering over your features. "When was the last time you drank something other than coffee?" You snicker with a raised brow, knowing he's been in the lab building just as long as you. 

He feigns offense and dramatically places a hand over his heart as if you've just stabbed him but he fails to fight off the smile that grows on his lips, "I drink more than just coffee thank you very much" he huffs with an upturned nose. "sometimes I mix it up and have an energy drink instead" he adds on proudly with a pleased smile as he takes a small step toward you. You give him an unimpressed look before bursting out into laughter, "your blood has to be corrosive at this point" you giggle softly. He smiles guiltily, "I'll have you know caffeine is a necessity when one is under high academic pressure," he says defending himself jokingly. You take a small step back towards the chalkboard and scoff as you cross your arms, "You must be under a lot of pressure considering those are the only things I've seen you drink... besides alcohol that is" you add teasingly.

He raises his brows slightly and takes another step toward you noticing your movement, "I'm starting to think you've been stalking me, keeping track of what I drink" he says as a sly smirk grows on his face. "And I thought you found me boring" He continues to poke fun at you but his voice softens. His eyes trail over your features for a moment as the air between you shifts. You feel your heart start to beat faster as you feel his eyes take in every detail of your face. Your eyes look deep into his trying to search for something deeper, to find out if he feels it too, "I still find you incredibly boring" You murmur back sarcastically, your voice quieter than you'd intended, your stomach twisting as he steps closer again. His smile only grows at your teasing, "Yet you still stick around. Interesting" He retorts back, his voice low as he speaks. 

You feel your breathing waver as your heart begins to race and you take another small step back. You shake your head softly, "It's purely out of pity" You roll your eyes, fighting off the grin that tugs at the corners of your mouth. He raises a skeptical brow, "So you're just humoring the boring chemistry nerd then?" he asks with a smirk. You close your eyes as you nod matter of factly, "I'm just waiting to see how long it takes for you to accidentally blow yourself up" you reply smiling up at him gently. He lets out an annoyed scoff as he rolls his eyes at your comment, "As if I'm that reckless" he retorts back, but as your eyes scan his face you notice the softness in his expression as he smiles down at you tenderly. "I know what I'm doing in the lab... most of the time" he adds on with a hint of uncertainty. You hold down your laughter and scrunch your nose slightly as you grin at his joke, "mhm most of the time" you repeat back mockingly as he rolls his eyes again. "All alright fine. I admit, there have been a few minor explosions in the past- BUT, they were all in the name of science" he states pragmatically, holding a singular finger in the air as he tries to justify his point. You chuckle at his defense, "I'm sure" You nod as you smile up at him tenderly, amused by his dorkish rambling. 

He opens his eyes again and his face softens as he notices the way she looks at him with such endearment. He takes another small step forward, his body almost touching yours as he closes the distance between them yet again, his gaze is mixed with nerves and desire as his eyes flicker across your face looking for some kind of sign. "You know..." he says his voice barely above a whisper, "you're the only person who teases me like this that doesn't make me feel like a total idiot" You feel your heart pound in your chest as he moves closer, his eyes never leaving yours as he smiles at you warmly. You take an unsteady breath before you reply, "That's because I don't think you're an idiot" you murmur. His eyes search yours for a moment, looking for some kind of deception but all he sees is the sincerity of your words.

He smiles as he gazes down at you, his expression filled with admiration and affection, and for a brief moment, he forgets how to breathe as he takes in how the cool light of the moon illuminates your face. He shakes his head slightly, "how do you manage to disarm me so easily?" he asks with a soft laugh, and it's hard to tell just how much of what he's saying is a joke anymore. You look away unable to meet his gaze as you feel your cheeks begin to warm up, "I don't try to" you chuckle sheepishly trying to hide your nerves. His smile grows slightly, "Ah so it's not deliberate" he says as he nods his head as if it all made sense to him now, "so you're just naturally irresistible then?" he asks softly as he leans in a little closer.

You feel your breath catch in your throat as the words leave his mouth. Your mind goes blank and you stand frozen in shock unable to register if what you just heard was real or if the lack of sleep had finally caught up to you. His eyelids flutter softly as he looks down at you, "do you know how maddening that is for me?" he asks his voice low.

You feel your breathing grow heavy as your stomach flutters wildly "I'm afraid not" you manage to quietly reply, barely able to think at all. His eyes never leave yours, his gaze trailing over every detail of your face as if he were trying to memorize how you looked in the dim moonlight, "It kills me, joking like this, being alone with you. Being so close but feeling like I can never get close enough... It drives me insane " He says with a frustrated chuckle as if these thoughts have never left his mind, his eyes flickering over your face searching for some kind of reaction. 

You stand wide-eyed, unbreathing, and dumbfounded by his sudden confession. You feel your cheeks become pink as your heart feels like it's going to explode. Your jaw hangs open as you try to choke out a response but can't seem to articulate anything coherent. 

The intensity of his gaze never falters as he anxiously looks back at you. He hangs his head and runs a hand through his already disheveled hair which falls back over his eyes. He chuckles nervously, overwhelmed with emotion. Tilting his head up just slightly he gazes back at you desperately through heavy eyelids, "I want you y/n" He whispers, his voice soft and tired, "I want you so badly it drives me crazy" 

At his words, you take a shaky breath and without thinking cup his cheek and gently pull him in. His eyes grow wide for a brief moment before they flutter shut as he realizes what's happening. He brings one hand to your jaw and another to the small of your back and pulls you closer, crashing his lips into yours. A wave of electricity shoots through your body as you melt into each other's arms, your lips moving in perfect rhythm as the world around you fades away. 

His body presses against yours and you feel your back press against the chalkboard as you wrap one arm around his torso, your hand grasping the fabric of his shirt as the other becomes tangled in his hair. The calculations and equations scribbled on the board are quickly forgotten as he lets out a soft sigh and places his hands against the chalkboard to steady himself, pinning you under him. You become lost in the feeling of the tender yet hungry kisses and the feeling of his body against yours as you act on months of built-up tension. His hand gently tucks your hair behind your ear before it finds the nape of your neck, he tilts his head gently, deepening the kiss as he becomes desperate for more of you the taste of you driving him crazy with need. 

You pull away breathlessly your face flushed a deep pink and your heart pounding out of control, Warren reluctantly does the same, his chest heaving as he breaths raggedly. He can't help the goofy smile that grows on his face as he gazes at you, dazed and in awe. You look back at him with a small smile already missing his warmth and the feeling of his lips on yours yet, still unable to believe what just happened, "holy shit" you breathe softly as you look back at him stunned. He lets out a shaky chuckle and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear, "yeah I... I guess that sums it up pretty well" he replies as he softly shakes his head, unable to think of anything to say.

He lets out a shaky breath as his smile grows and he nervously rubs the nape of his neck. You notice the chalk coming off his hands and you're hit with a sudden realisation. You swing around to face the smudged board, half the equations which had previously been neatly written are now either unreadable or fully erased. "Craaap" you groan with an ironic laugh as you bury your face in your palm turning back around to face Warren. He glances down at his hands and then back at the chalkboard covered in powdery handprints, "whoops" he murmurs with a sheepish chuckle, "guess I got a bit carried away" he winces guiltily. You smile back at him, "It's okay, I didn't like them anyways" you reply as you gaze up at him warmly. He looks back down at you, the adoration sparkling in his eyes as he smiles, "Well then I did it intentionally" he says heroically, changing his previous statement. You scoff unimpressed at his change of heart but the tender smile stuck to your face gives you away.

His expression relaxes again and he delicately takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. "Well now that that's gone, let's go get you some food" he smiles playfully as he begins to lead out out the door tugging your hand gently. You feel your heart warm as he guides you back out to the real world beyond the lab and you roll your eyes sarcastically, "Alright fineee. But only if you promise to drink water for once" You groan reluctantly as you follow him, knowing full well you'd go just about anywhere if it meant being by his side.

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[silvvermst]

GOD, I LOVE NERDS

SYNOPSIS :: Warren got his new glasses since he spent too much time on his computer, but it only made him more attractive on your end.

NOTE :: I need him with glasses, I'm on a brainrot

TYPE :: fluff

Warren has been acting strange, and not the way you were used to his weirdness. Goodness, you’ve been dating for almost a year. But this past few days he has been insisting going on “online dates”. For example, you guys are on facetime from day to night but you’re the only one who has their camera on and no matter how much you insist him to show his face on the camera, he just wouldn’t and creates a different topic to shift your attention.

This weirdness was putting you off, surely, and you’re sure he doesn’t have it in him to cheat. Now that is unbelievable. Warren. The guy who has been literally worshipping the ground you walk on ever since you were children to the guy who became your first boyfriend and promised himself to you. It was suspicious, but you couldn't help but doubt his faithfulness. Therefore, you took it upon yourself to find out what’s actually happening these days.

It has been a minute since you’ve knocked on his door and your patience is on thin ice. “Warren Daniel Graham.”

“You, you should’ve told me you were coming.” You heard his voice tremble from the other side of the door. Desperation was laced in the tone of his voice clearly trying to hide something.

The thought of him having another girl over made you bite your lip, surely he won’t do that to you. He promised. “Warren, you’re making me worry.”

On instinct, Warren opened the door wide open. Maybe it was a small sob and crack you let out that he put your distress over his and opened the door for you. Although, his state as of now was what shocked you the most. His hair has always been messy but it looks like somebody pulled his hair harshly, while his eyes were red and tears stained his cheeks.

“Warren! What happened to you?” Your cause of worry earlier shifted to the state he was in. Rushing over to his side and drying his tears with your palms.

“It’s nothing, I swear!” He laughed it off and harshly rubbed his eyes only for him to groan as the stinging got much worse. “Haha… w, what brings you here, sweets?”

“Jesus, you think I’d buy that?! Tell me what happened to you!” Panic arises from you since the condition of his eyes has gotten much worse and his tears doesn't stop flowing.

“Okay, okay. I, I got some contacts.” He confessed, blinking his eyes trying to dust off the tears that were welling up in his tear ducts. “I feel like my eyes don’t like the contacts.” He laughed it off once more and scratched his neck.

“Oh my God! Remove it, then! You might get an infection.” He groans once more, by this time he needs your help to guide him around the house because his eyes get blurry from the tears. “Here, sit here.”

You gently helped him locate the couch and he plopped with a bounce, though you couldn’t help but look away when he removed the contacts from his eyes and gently placed it back on the two circular case. “Sorry, t’was disgusting.”

“No! You’re not! It’s just your fingers were so close to your eyeballs!” You exclaimed, bumping your shoulders together as you took the space on the couch next to him. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Can you help me get my eyedrops in the bathroom? It’s in the medicine cabinet.” He asks, still blinking his eyes from irritation.

“Got it, just wait here.” You immediately got up from the couch and rushed towards the bathroom. You didn’t even need his instructions on which room is the bathroom, you made your way to it like it was your own house.

“Gotcha!” You exclaimed after investigating the vial bottle where a bunch of letters that spelled out Eye Drops on a sticky paper wrapped around the bottle. You went back to the living room and caught Warren rubbing his eyes abrasively. “Warren! Your eyes might get more irritated if you keep rubbing it.”

“Sorry, it’s just so… itchy!” For the last time, he rubbed his eyes once more before your own hands stopped him.

“Seriously, you. Anyways, I got your eye drops.” You handed him the vial and without wasting a second he poured droplets of it into his eyes and once again, you couldn’t help but look away.

After he poured the drops both in his eyes, he set the vial at the coffee table in front of the couch. He opened his arms to you, and you didn’t hesitate to collapse on him. You always loved the feel of his arms around you, but of course you couldn’t help but wonder why he ended up in this situation. “Wait, why are you even wearing eye contacts?! Your brown eyes are already perfect…” You pouted, at least to you it’s the perfect shade of brown ever! He bit his bottom lip but he couldn’t help but turn his frown upside down. “Don’t give me that sweet smile that you know I‘d go soft for!”

“Okay, okay, it’s just my vision has been getting blurry from using the computer, phone, et cetera. So… I went to the hospital and I had to get some graded glasses.” He sighed, remembering his time with that horrible and strict optometrist. “But it didn’t look good on me so I bought some contacts but I think I’m allergic to them…”

Suddenly you put two and two together. “Is that why you were so insistent on having online dates?” You know that you got him by the way he avoids your eyes and looks at the uninteresting items around the living room.

“Hmm, no?” His answer almost sounds like a question that you couldn’t help but chuckle and feel himself push his body next to you, burying his head towards your neck and inhaling your musky perfume that he loved so much.

“Oh, honey. You should’ve just worn the glasses. I’m sure you’d still be the cutest guy in this town.” You tried to assure him by caressing his cheeks while your thumb softly dusts away the tears from his eyelashes.

“You don’t understand. Chloe… Chloe said I looked like Simon from Alvin and the Chipmunks! And you know what? I actually do look like him, now that she mentioned it!” He groaned, pulling away from your comforting touch and put his head on his arms to hide, casting a shadow upon himself.

“Warren, come on, some stupid glasses are not gonna make you any less attractive. I’d even prefer it, rather than seeing you get allergies from contact lenses. So please, don’t torture yourself so that you can appear appealing for me because my feelings aren’t shallow for you that it would change just because you change something about you.” You softly pecked his lips. Finally his body relaxed, his shoulders loosened before nodding. While the redness in his eyes slowly faded away, and the tears that were flowing earlier stopped.

“I’m not underestimating your feelings, babe. It’s just…” He took a deep breath and took out an eyeglass case. “Just don’t laugh.”

You immediately shook your head as you watched in anticipation when he opened the case and revealed a black round frames. Your impatience and excitement got the better of you. “Can I put it on you?”

“Wha, uh, sure.” He gently handed you the eye glasses and closed his eyes. You made sure the hooks of the glasses rest comfortably on his ears. “Is it good?” He asked with his eyes still shut.

When you didn’t answer, nervousness settled on his bones. His fingers anxiously tapping on his thighs as he waits for your answer or at least a confirmation that he doesn’t look bad. Maybe the reason for your speechlessness was because he looked so adorable with his glasses on, sure it made him look more like a nerd than he already is but it just made him look more handsome.

“Honey?” He called out, he didn’t want to open your eyes and be met with a turned off expression, but as he was about to call out your name, your lips shut him up. He opened his eyes in shock because every now and again, he never gets used to the fact that he’s dating you so every time the two of you kiss it always sends him in a state where he has constant reminders in his mind that he has the absolute permission to kiss you back.

“You look so hot in your glasses.” You whispered when you parted your lips from him. It was just mere seconds but both of you have to take deep breaths while a bead of sweat rolls down on your forehead because somehow the room became comfortably warm even if the AC was on.

“Wait, you're serious?” His jaw slacks from your sudden declaration. In response you laughed at his obvious confusion, moving closer and straddled his lap. Your hand slid on his cheeks, gently squishing the soft flesh. Upon doing so his glasses slightly got crooked and ended up on the tip of his nose making it out of place.

“What? You might look like Simon, but I can see a little Milo Thatch here and there. And you know he was my childhood crush.” Your hand moved on his neck since he was about to reach out scratch that spot again.

There was not a doubt that whatever he hides, his small habits always catches your attention that it makes you see right through him. You know him better than he knows himself and how you fully accept those habits, patterns, and mostly is himself what made him confident.

“Mhm, now that I thought about it… I guess I do. What if for Halloween we go out as Milo and Princess Kida?” You smiled at his suggestion and gently nodded. While his hands roam on your back, you let yourself be pulled towards him, closing the gap between you before resting your forehead on his shoulder. “Are you sure I look fine?”

You slightly leaned backward and took a close inspection of his face. God, how can he be this fine and still question his looks? The glasses compliment his facial features, especially his eyes. It made his eyes pop more of color from the metallic silver frames he chose. “Do I have to kiss you how much I want you for you to be rest assured?”

The grin he had earlier turned into a smile that shows his teeth. “Yes. Yes, please.”

You didn’t wait a second as you caught him off guard from the sudden kiss. It gradually became deeper and hands finally roamed under your sweatshirt, feeling the way your skin burned from his touch and sent shivers down your spine. When you were about to pull away to breathe, he rested his hand on your nape preventing your escape. He continued to suck on your bottom lip, causing you to breathe to your nose only for it to fog his glasses.

“Warren, not fair.” By this time you were able to talk as if he moved towards your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses.

“What’s not fair? You started it.” His mouth was already on your neck when you softly moaned his name, despite the warmness of his kisses his glasses were the opposite feeling the cold chill of the metal frames of his glasses.

His remark made you speechless, but to be honest it was the way his touches made you look like a puppet. Only responding to the places he touched you and how much you wanted for more. Your desire made you bold to hold his face and engage in a searing kiss, leaving red lipstick smudge on the side of his lips but he doesn’t have it in him to care, if anything he wanted you to mark his body with your kisses and lipstick.

You sneaked out your phone tucked in your pockets, hypnotizing him from your kiss so he wouldn’t notice it. Before you pull away you peck the tip of his nose, then you hit the camera icon on your phone and angled the phone to take a quick picture.

“Hey! Not fair!” He whined, trying to take away the phone from you, likely had an intention to delete the picture. But you kept flailing your arms accompanied with the sound of laughter that he couldn’t help but melt to.

“Pleaseeee, just let me keep this one.” When he stopped trying to take your phone, you opened the gallery to see the photo you took. “See?!”

His pout turned into an ‘oh’ shape when he saw it. The lighting of the room helped elevate the photo, and him as a subject being in a dazed state with his pupils blown while his face was covered in a red smudged lipstick just made this single photo into a masterpiece. “Now, I have a wallpaper.”

You saw the look on his face, utterly bewildered by how good he looked at the picture you’ve taken made you giggle. How on Earth is he not aware how many girls are jealous of you by just dating him?!

The sound of your laugh muffled by your hand caught his attention. “Fine, you can keep it. But only for yourself.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, I kinda want to print it out and put it all over my room.” Your pointer finger touched your chin as if you’re in a manner of thinking deeply. He chuckled at your teasing that he couldn’t help but pounce you and put you down on the couch.

“Do whatever you want, but I want a picture of you as well.” He softly kissed your collarbone, leaving wet trails of kisses. He slipped his hand under your shirt, almost able to touch the fabric of your brassiere when a car beeped outside his house.

Both of you went still as stone until you heard his mom yelled his name. “Oh, shit.” You muttered under your breath.

“Yeah, let’s continue this upstairs.” He immediately got off of you, both of your hearts hammering against their rib cages from the thought of being caught. Since the sound of the front door creaking open and the hall connected to the living room, you had at least a little time to fix your clothes.

“Warren, have you watered the plants?” His mother’s eyes shifted from her husband to the both of you. “Oh!”

In an awkward laugh, Warren took hold of the situation. “Haha, so, you’ve met my girlfriend before. But we’re going to go upstairs now.”

He took your hand and instantly took off from the scene and headed towards his bedroom. Leaving both of his parents stunned and flustered by how bold their son has become.

The moment both of you were inside of his room, he made sure to close and locked the door. “We totally fooled them.” He said in triumph.

“Baby, you still literally have my lipsticks stained all over your mouth and nose. What makes you think we fooled them?”

“So, what? At least they know I’m loved right?” His cheeky grin was so infectious that you couldn’t help but giggle at what he said. He pulled you by the waist to steal a quick kiss.

“I might have to kiss you all over once we go to school, by the time you walk in the classroom girls might just lose their mind. So I have to remind them I’m your girlfriend or something.” Just imagining it boils down your mood, because if you couldn’t help but go feral over him just thinking about other people…

His pointer finger and thumb softly pinches your chin to make you look at him.“I doubt that, everyone knows I only have eyes for you. Well, four eyes.” You rolled your eyes but your grin couldn’t be wiped from your face.

He’s got a point, though. He always has his eyes for you.

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PAIRING: drunk!warrengraham x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: can we dance by the vamps WORD COUNT: 639

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you wish you didn't have such a big soft spot for him.

this is how warren had you sat in your car outside of nathan prescott's house party, as soon as you heard his slurred speech over the phone you straightened up in your bed, pausing the show you had previously been watching.

the call didn't last long after you heard his initial question, to come and pick him up. with that you were already slipping out of your bed into your slippers, grabbing your keys as you headed for your car.

your thumbs tapped against your steering wheel to the quiet music that filled the car. waiting for warren's dumbass to get in so you could finally leave.

the whole front garden was littered with abandoned red solo cups, rubbing your clammy hands against your silk pyjamas not bothering to change before you left, it wasn't like you were getting out anyways.

finally, seeing him drunkenly stumble out of the front door before greeting other people, them giving him a firm slap on the back making him stumble forward with a laugh.

sighing in relief just knowing that he was okay made you feel better. as soon as he opened the door you could smell the stench of vodka, it getting stronger as he slipped into your passenger seat.

"heeeyyyy," reaching over the console and pulling you into a hug, your face pressed into his neck. even with the overwhelming smell of alcohol with you this close you could smell him.

"okay, okay let's get you home, loser." you announced as you went to move away, but his arms just tightened 'round your waist bringing himself even closer to you.

"nooo i'm so comfy here!" the small action making your cheeks feel hot.

"hm well that's too bad, i was gonna promise cuddles at the dorm when we get back, but i guess you don't want that. no?" you sighed dramatically.

you didn't think that someone could move as fast as he did until he jumped away from you, him accidentally bumping his head into the window making him whine and rub where he was hit.

"oh my god, let's get you back before you decide to find another way to accidentally injure yourself."

"one more step! yep. there you goo!" you whispered shout.

gently pushing warren onto his bed then going to grab him some water, "help i can't get my shoe off!" you hear him call from the other side of the room.

you rushed over to his side to help, not wanting to risk him waking up the remainder of people who were actually still in their dorms. placing the glass of water on his nightstand.

"you gotta be quiet, i'm not supposed to be in here remember dude!"

"don't call me dude," he pouted, as you finally got his shoe off his foot.

"sorry, bro." you laughed as he groaned.

his complaints soon quietened down once you crawled up his bed, sliding under the covers beside him.

"hi,"

"hi," you giggled at the look on his face, it being between looking tired and drunk.

"you're so pretty."

the three words replayed loudly in your mind, staying quiet trying to remind yourself that he's just under the influence. that he doesn't really mean it, but you couldn't quite believe that with the way he was looking at you right now.

hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. a nervous habit you had picked up over the past couple of years.

when he received no response he looked down, but back up again when he felt you brush the hair that fell infront of his eyes out of the way.

"you're pretty too."

it didn't take the two of you long to fall asleep with you wrapped up in each others arms.

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SUNSHINE

an eddie roundtree story

sunshine who seems to leave a trail of warmth wherever she goes, like she's made of sunshine. uncharacteristically sweet and optimistic. Sheltered from all troubles in her small town Glen Hazel. Where her biggest problem was getting a stone out of the horse's hoof.

sunshine is a true angel,kind hearted and soft spoken. so sweet it's sickly,but she could never leave a sour taste in anyone's mouth.

her presence is almost magnetic, and she has a way of making friends with everyone. That's exactly how Eddie Roundtree falls in love with her,drawn to her like a moth to a light. sunshine's the light

everything about her can be found under the tag #sunshine🌞🌞

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Warren Graham | c.ai bot

🧪 | Finding him drunk after a Vortex party

Tonight, the Vortex Club threw another huge party. You decided to spend the evening elsewhere. It’s quite late at night when you drove back to your dorm. Right after leaving the parking lot, you hear a strained groan amongst the muffled music from the party at the swimming pool. You could barely see someone sitting on the ground: Warren Graham, all by himself, the smell of alcohol coming from him. He was doing absolutely miserable and no one was looking out for him.

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I just got into life is strange, and it's now my favorite game. I'm searching up fanfics and there's not a lot of them, maybe I'll write for life is strange. all I can say is that chloe price is hot asf. I hope the Fandom isn't dead, I might write for life is strange if I can, but here are the characters I'll write for so far. Also, I'm watching berleezy Play. Life is strange he's mad funny, but here are the characters I'll write so far. If u have any requests, please feel free to ask.

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Can you make a bot of Chloe from Life is Strange? muehehe, she's annoying User as always. Throwing a basketball at her saying something stupid like "think fast", obviously User is not hit by that stupid ball but she does get annoyed, then Chloe just walks up to her and asks for her number in an attempt to flirt (LOSER LESBIAN ALERT)

HI, thank you so much for requesting!!! I’m a little behind rn 😔 so to whoever requested the assistant! Ellie it should be out later tomorrow. OKAY BACK ON TOPIC, here is your bot, loser lesbian! Chloe. I will be making a masterlist soon when i have some time!!! If you do not want to follow the link, the chloe bot is under the ‘C’ section on my c.ai profile! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS WAS SM FUN TO MAKE!!!

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drunk words | warren graham

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summary: (warrengraham x reader) Part II to "sober thoughts". The morning after the Vortex Club party, you and Warren get breakfast together at the Two Whales.

word count: 2,143

warnings: no trigger warnings (just fluff here)! all characters are 18+

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Warren woke up Friday the thirteenth with a pounding headache and vision so blurry he considered scheduling an eye appointment. He found it fitting, as a film buff, that on this day of all days he’d wake up with the worst hangover of his life. The soft morning light that crept through his blinds made it hard for him to see, his eyes squeezed shut as he slowly sat up in bed. He looked around the room, trying to ground himself as his mind came back to him. His dorm was exactly as he left it before going to the Vortex Club party. Piles of unfolded clean and dirty laundry were strewn across the floor, papers and books cluttered his desk, and his laptop was asleep on his futon with harddrive plugged in, still open from the movie he started before the evening began.

His gaze wandered around the room before settling on his nightstand. A bottle of room temperature water and two Tylenol sat side by side. Warren’s head throbbed as he reached for the pills, quickly popping them into his mouth and washing them down with the water. It tasted faintly of plastic, but at that moment it was the most delicious thing he had ever drunk. In a matter of seconds, the bottle was empty and the boy was trying to get every last drop from its plastic vessel. Alongside his saving grace was his phone, plugged in and face down. A wave of anxiety crashed against his back as he swallowed the last sip of water, reaching out to pick it up and check it.

It was almost exactly what he had expected, practically nothing. Nothing other than a few texts from you…

good morning! :))

i’ll be coming down around 10:30 to make sure you’re still alive

also i hope you haven’t forgotten about breakfast bc that’s still happening, k?

Warren’s eyes immediately darted to the time at the top of his phone screen, only widening when he saw it was already 10:28. He shot out of bed in a frenzy, stumbling to his feet and quickly grabbing whatever he could find to wear on the floor. The pounding in his head was slowly but surely going away. He picked up a graphic tee that he knew you liked and smelled it, making sure it was clean. It’ll do, he thought, pulling the soft cotton shirt over his head. Your footsteps could be heard as he scrambled to grab a pair of wrinkled jeans, hopping around his room as he clumsily pulled them to his hips. With one hand he zipped and buttoned his jeans, with the other he grabbed a pair of socks and shoes. Warren slid to the ground and quickly put a sock on either foot, then slipped on his Chucks before tying them securely around his feet. A knock to the tune of the Doctor Who theme song sounded from just beyond the door as grabbed a button down, putting it on as quickly as he could.

“Warren?” Your voice called, causing the boy to freeze in place. “You up or what? One of Joyce’s mushroom stuffed omelets is calling your name!”

His eyes wandered over his body one last time, turning his attention to the mirror beside the door. He looked okay, or at least as okay as someone who was disgustingly hungover could look. Then it hit him that he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet, and he raised a hand, breathing into his palm, before grimacing at the funk that wafted from his mouth. Shit.

“If you’re dead don’t say anything!” You shouted from the other side of the door, clearly teasing the poor boy.

“Not dead,” Warren called back with a small frown, reluctantly getting the door. As it swung open his eyes met yours with a faint flush in his cheeks. “Unfortunately.”

You shamelessly eyed Warren up and down, noticing his slightly disheveled appearance and the characteristically common bags under his eyes that appeared slightly darker than usual. A sympathetic smile spread along your lips as you reached out to straighten his shirt and button-up, smoothing the wrinkled material to the best of your capabilities.

“I’m glad you made it through the night,” you laughed. “How are you feeling?”

“Straight out of Night of the Living Dead. Remind me to never drink that much again,” Warren said, rubbing the back of his neck shamefully.

“I bet. Let’s get some grease in your system, okay? You’ll feel a lot better with some food absorbing that crap.” Your voice was probably the most incredible thing he could have heard first thing in the morning, with your laugh being a close second. “I’m gonna get the car started, and give you a chance to finish getting ready,” you said, waving a hand over your nose in a teasing fashion. “Meet me in the parking lot in fifteen?”

Warren let out an embarrassed chuckle, nodding as you spoke. “Yeah, sorry about that… I’ll see you then.”

“Don’t keep me waiting, zombie boy.” 

With that you turned on your heels and made your way toward the front door. Warren stepped out of his room and watched you as you left, respectfully disrespectfully appreciating the way your hips swayed with each step you took. He gathered his things and grabbed his toothbrush, making his way for the showers so he could brush his teeth. As he finished getting ready, the events of the night before started to haunt him. Each memory hit him like a truck, a head-on collision of embarrassment and shame. Anxiety that Warren hadn’t felt since middle school crept behind him, clinging to his back like some kind of demonic presence. Once he felt adequately prepared to face you again, he left the dorms and walked to the parking lot, happy to see you standing beside your old beater.

You immediately perked up as he approached, a warm smile ear to ear on your face. “There you are,” you chimed. “Right on schedule. Color me impressed, I thought I’d be waiting for you forever.”

“I aim to please.” Warren’s voice cracked as he spoke.

“Let’s get this show on the road. I’m sure you’re starving,” you said, laughing it off like it was no big deal. It really wasn’t, you had known Warren during the depths of his puberty and well after it. The two of you were friends with pimply faces and raging hormones alike. It seemed like nothing he could do would really phase you, not after the time you’d spent together.

Warren walked up to the driver’s side door, catching you off guard, and held it open for you. If he wasn’t so hungover, the boy would have insisted he drove the two of you in his own tin can, but for today he’d have to settle himself in the passenger seat. He knew you liked to drive anyway. You offered him a tender smile before sliding into the plush seat, feeling your cheeks burn as he closed the door behind you and ventured tiredly around the car. Once you were both settled and buckled in, you started the car and pulled out of the Blackwell parking lot, heading for pancakes and bacon along the coastal road.

The Two Whales wasn’t far at all, but the ride there felt longer than usual, filled with awkward silence occasionally interrupted with brief and pointless small talk. Warren’s memories came trickling back to the front of his consciousness, as all of it slowly revealed itself to him in choppy cuts. A series of blurry scenes came into his mind tauntingly, his own words feeling particularly regrettable. It was all starting to feel like a nightmare until he remembered your own words. You liked him too. The thought alone was enough to make his heart soar and stomach do backflips.

As you parked the car again, this time outside of the diner, Warren looked over at you with a sheepish smile. “Hey, look, about last night… I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted, reaching over to put a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to say anything. You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

The tension in Warren’s shoulders seemed to relax as you comforted him. Subconsciously, he leaned into your touch, savoring it like the last bite of his favorite meal.

“I think I do. I mean, that was bad, and you deserve some kind of apology,” he insisted.

“You can buy my breakfast. How does that sound?” you asked. You gave his arm a small squeeze before you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

Warren followed your lead, closing the passenger side door behind him and jogging to your side. “Deal,” he said with a laugh.

Cool air brushed against your faces as the two of you walked inside the Two Whales. A Top 40s country song played from the jukebox quietly in the background, muffled under the sound of indistinct chatter and the clanging commotion of the kitchen. You scanned the lobby, pleased to see your typical booth was empty and tidy. The two of you walked up to the table and slid into the tacky, faux-leather seats, making yourselves comfortable within the easy-going atmosphere of the diner.

Warren looked over at you from across the table and couldn’t help but wonder what was going through your head. You were acting so nonchalant, so cool about everything that happened. It was driving him crazy, teetering on edge of whether to say something and risk killing the vibe or let this just be a good moment. Two friends grabbing breakfast after a crazy night. Nothing more, nothing less.

“You okay?” you asked, pulling him away from his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Just thinking.” His words came out hastily. A jumbled mess of thoughts all blurred together, coming from a boy whose brain was clearly scrambled.

You tilted your head, a clear sign that you weren’t believing a second of it. “Do you want to talk about last night?”

Warren sighed and nodded almost immediately. “Please? It’s been eating me up inside.”

“I could tell,” you said lightheartedly.

“Can we just do all of that over again? Fresh start, clean slate. A total Groundhog Day.” His face softened as he spoke. The intensity that once conquered his otherwise soft features started to fade away as he looked at you. Despite his nervousness, you were still able to calm him. With a small laugh, you nodded and allowed him to continue. 

“Okay… Here goes nothing,” Warren said, sitting up straight. There was a brief moment of silence as Warren gathered his thoughts, his mind still clouded from his hangover. “There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now. We’ve… we’ve been friends for so long, and you mean so much to me. You make me feel like more than some cliche science nerd. Like, you see me for me? You know? I don’t know what I’m saying… This is just going terribly.” He took a deep breath. “I like you. Like, as more than a friend. You’re one of the most important people in my life, and I’m too bad with words to explain that any better.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but were quickly interrupted. “And I want to take you on a real date! Something a little more romantic than breakfast at the Two Whales. Not that I think this is a bad date! I mean, I’m really fucking happy you asked me out at all. That’s crazy-”

“Warren,” you said, butting in with a tender, reassuring look on your face. “Slow down, all right? I would love to go on a proper date with you.” 

You reached across the table, taking his clammy hands in your own. He looked down at your hands on his, and he smiled instantly. It was like all of the tension in his body had disappeared, evaporated into steam and wafted away.

“All right, you two.” Joyce dropped two menus onto the table with a hint of pride in her voice. “Why don’t we stop ‘canoodling’ and think about what we want to eat?”

Warren froze, feeling his cheeks burn so hot he thought his face might light on fire. The sound of Joyce’s kitten heels tapping against the linoleum floor was deafeningly loud to the two of you. You looked back to Warren, smiling from ear to ear, and he did the same. Warren had completely forgotten about his hangover, the Vortex Club party, and his behavior from the night before. The world around you seemed to disappear as you two looked at one another, staring into each other’s eyes with so much affection it was nauseating. Neither of you cared. That was quite possibly the happiest either of you had been since the semester began.

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Unexpected Chemistry

SYNOPSIS: After transferring to Blackwell you're quickly adopted into the vortex club. However, in search of something less superficial, you find yourself drawn to your lab partner GENRE: fluff NOTE: I rarely see the reader in the vortex club so let me know if you want me to write another with this trope! WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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It had only been a week since you started attending Blackwell yet your life was already being turned on its head.

A girl named Victoria Chase had been your tour guide during your first few days and despite being a little shy you somehow made a good first impression and she'd decided to adopt you into her clique. The vortex club was far from your usual scene. Parties, constant drama, alcohol and drugs were not things you particularly enjoyed and in all honesty, the effort it took to keep up with their rapid-paced life was exhausting. However, you played along with it all, despite being unable to stand half the club's members you quickly discovered the power these people held and decided the pros of being in the "popular" group outweighed leaving. 

You sit alone on a desk near the back of Ms Grant's class, fidgeting quietly with the lab equipment in front of you. Despite the decent size of the vortex club, none of them shared this class with you, which you honestly preferred. It gave you a few hours a week to escape their constant fussing, even if it did mean having to be alone. 

Ms Grant leans on the front of her desk and students hush as she begins the class, "Alright, today we're going to be doing an experiment based on what I covered last lesson. So you know what that means, partner work!" She claps enthusiastically with a grin while the class perks up at the mention of an experiment. "I'll walk around and hand out these instruction manuals for you to share with your desk partner." She states before grabbing a stack of sheets and begins passing them out. 

You sit silently as you watch your classmates break out into chatter. As you observe them joke and enjoy each others company you feel a twang of sadness knowing you don't have the same carefree and comfortable friendship with any of the vortex club. Deep down you yearn for a genuine connection that isn't just fuelled by shit-talking and partying. 

"Ah (y/n), you don't have a desk partner do you?" Ms Grant snaps you out of your train of thought with her question. You shake your head with a weak smile looking at the empty seat beside you, not that you minded all that much. She shakes her head and places her hands on her hips "That just wont do will it." she jokes trying to lighten your mood a bit before scanning the room quickly. "Ah yes, you can partner with Warren! He's usually the leftover student but since you've joined we now have an even number." With a fond smile she points to a boy sitting alone a few rows in front of you. 

You quickly gather your things, holding your items close to your chest before making your way over to the lonesome boy. You place your books down on the empty side of the table prompting him to look up from the instruction sheet.

Once his head turns toward you, you're finally able to actually get a good look at him. His fluffy chestnut hair hangs down in front of his face slightly, while his brown eyes look back up at you. He's wearing a dorky graphic tee that sits loosely over his lanky frame. You feel your face warm up a little as your eyes trail over his features. 

Damn, he's cute. 

You ignore the thought and pull out your new chair. "Hi" you greet him with a small wave, putting on the confident act you've been keeping up all week "I think I'm your desk partner now" You add on as you take a seat. "Oh hey" He smiles softly, his eyes linger on you for a second longer as if lost in the details of your face, before he quickly glances away. "I'm Warren" He introduces himself sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck a little embarrassed for staring at you.

"Im (y/n)" you smile back warmly. Maybe this could be a chance to make real friends! Friends away from the Vortex Club and its reputation.

"Yeah I know" he chuckles quietly to himself as he begins to set up the lab equipment. "Pardon?" you ask with a furrowed brow, not exactly sure what his comment is meant to mean. His gaze flickers back to you and his eyes widen as he realises how his words may have come across "OH, no no, I didn't mean that in a bad way. Its just, I think practically everyone knows who you are by now" He trails off. 

Well there goes that hope.

"Ive only been here a week?" You laugh lightly, taken slightly aback by his remark. God damn it, just how popular was this stupid club?  He laughs along with you at the absurdity of it, "I mean, people spend months sucking up to Victoria and Nathan trying to be apart of their group." he says with a slight look of distaste at the mention of the two. "You just sort of waltzed right in. People wanna know who the mysterious, pretty new girl is and how she got into the vortex club in just a few days." 

You pause for a second, reflecting on his words before speaking again. "I didn't exactly ask to be in their little club" You mutter just loud enough for Warren to hear. You didn't like the thought that so many people had already formed opinions on you simply because of who you'd become friends with and you felt a need to disprove these assumptions. 

He stops setting up for a moment, looking at you with a raised brow, "What do you mean by that?" he asks softly. You study his expression for a second and instead of being faced with judgement you see not only curiosity but also genuine concern in his eyes as he awaits your response. 

You take a deep breath, well here goes nothing. "Victoria is the first person I'd met, and since she added me to her group so quickly I haven't exactly been given much chance to make other friends." You look down at your desk, avoiding his eyes. You sigh before adding, "The vortex club isn't my crowd... but it seems like everyone else has made up their minds about me". This was the first time you'd actually been able to tell someone that, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest and you breath a little easier. Now there was actually someone that knew you, someone that you had been honest with, that had allowed you to open up and express yourself.

But now there was a deafening silence and you immediately cringe to yourself as you realise how pathetic you must seem to him. Maybe you'd gone a little overboard with the confession, I mean this was literally the first time you'd even met the guy. You turn away from him trying to hide your embarrassment. 

He takes a moment to think about what you've said before leaning over the desk slightly, trying to catch your gaze, "Well... Im talking to you now aren't I?" He answers softly. 

You meet his eyes, he looks back at you with a gentle smile, his gaze filled with understanding and optimism. You feel a smile tug at the corner of your own lips after seeing his doe-eyed look, "Sooo, you don't think I'm a stuck up rich kid?" You chuckle with a sarcastic tone. He leans back slightly after seeing your mood lighten back up. You notice his eyes soften as they trail over your face again, as if he's taking his time memorising your smile.

"Perhaps I might've before, but, I see now that I was wrong.. I mean half the vortex kids wouldn't be caught dead talking to me in the first place" He adds, seeming more amused than ashamed. As the two of you joke and tease the vortex club for its elitist ways, you mentally capture an image of his wide grin and note how his eyes sparkle as he beams and you realise just how much you missed genuinely laughing with someone.

You take a long sigh to you catch your breath and smile to yourself in a moment of comfortable silence, "Mysterious, pretty new girl huh?" You ask glancing back at him with raised brows and a smirk. You watch as his smile falls and his eyes widen, his face turns a shade of red as he remembers what he'd called you. He clears his throat and averts his eyes trying to cover up his accidental slip from earlier "So erm, my friend is having a small get together this weekend, would you um maybe wanna come? I can introduce you to some people.. help you make new friends?" He asks shyly as he rubs the nape of his neck. You giggle at his less-than-smooth topic change but smile even wider at his offer. A chance to expand from the vortex club, a chance to express and be yourself without the pressure of needing to always look cool.

"Yes! I'd love to go!" You smile widely, not even bothering to try and hide your excitement. Warrens face lights up as he mirrors your own enthusiasm "Great! I'll send you the details, here-" He quickly pulls out his phone and hands it to you with a blank contact for you to fill out. Your heart flutters slightly as you type in your details and his little smile as he looks over them after you hand him back his phone only fuels the feeling even more. "I'll message you tonight. Um about the party of course! U-unless you'd like to talk about other things too?" He stammers awkwardly, a little nervous after getting your digits.

As he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to play it cool, Ms Grant passes by the front of your desk looking at your lack of experimenting. "Look, I'm always glad to see students getting along but this experiment is important." She reminds the both of you then walks off hiding a pleased grin. The two of you sheepishly smile realising how sidetracked you'd gotten before eventually getting back to work. 

For the rest of the class the two of you practically refused to shut up, joking, laughing and talking about almost everything. It felt like you'd reached a light at the end of a tunnel, finally basking in the sun after the storm that had been the past week. As you watch Warren struggle to wipe the grin off his face you think that perhaps, just maybe, this school wasn't as bad as you thought.

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BAD HABIT

SYNOPSIS :: getting high with Warren on your prom night was not what you planned to spend your evening.

NOTE :: yep, I've been listening to Steve Lacy a bit too much. Might even create a part two for this.

TYPE :: fluff

You were with your boyfriend when the prom started, you and your friends immediately went for the free photo booths. Of course, there were buffets and stuffing your face with your food while maintaining not to get any stains on your gown was ridiculously hard. Until you bumped into someone, wearing a black tuxedo and slacks paired with a... black converse.

The stain on your dress was what made you snapped from your trance, “No! Ugh. Not my dress, I've been careful all night.”

“I am so, so, sorry. I, I'll get some napkins.” He was about to move but you stopped him, “It's fine, if we wipe it now it'll just smudge.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, just go.” Well, a stain won't be enough to ruin your night. It's fine, so you decide to walk away wanting nothing more than comfort from your boyfriend.

The slow dances were already finished, most of the teachers had gone home but the band and the students were still here. It only means one thing, the bright fluorescent lights were turned off and replaced with party lights flashing different colors, while the music was blaring loudly from the speakers that even outside the venue, you can lightly hear the music. The juice that was on the bowl was immediately replaced with booze creating cocktail shots for everyone. And of course, the party turned into a completely different vibe. Everyone was dancing left and right, out of their minds for the night.

You found your friends already at the dancefloor, while your boyfriend is MIA. Deciding to go to the bathroom and wipe the stain as fast as possible to join your friends. That was your plan but the moment you opened the comfort room, lo and behold, your boyfriend was making out with another girl at the sink. Didn't even think to at least do it inside of the stalls. You clutched your purse close to you, fingers gripping harshly at the edge as you hold in your emotions.

“I knew it! I'm such an idiot to believe you actually changed. Fuck you, now you absolutely ruined my mind. Thanks, we're done.”

“Wait, hey, this was just a misunderstanding.” He tries to catch up with you but you are already out of the bathroom.

You weren't even thinking about where you were going, your feet moved on their own. Are you gonna go home and cry yourself to sleep, or get drunk and sleep with the next person you see? Wait, you're not that kind of person, maybe just drink a lot with your friends until you pass out.

As if your night couldn't get any worse, you bumped into someone again! Your head hung low rubbing the throb on your left arm, until you saw that same pair of converse again.

“Oh! There you are, here I have some napkins with water, I looked it up and they said we can remove the stain with water.” All you heard was the music being played, none of what he just said.

“What?!” You asked loudly, trying to be louder than the sounds bouncing off the walls.

“I said! I! Brought!” Ge stopped mid-sentence. Instead, he holds up napkins and points at the stain on your dress. “Go! To! The! Bathroom!”

This time you heard him clearly, then instantly shook your head, looking back at the bathroom, coincidentally, you saw your ex and the girl walk out of the bathroom. You didn't have the strength to face him and instead, dragged the boy you bumped into the rooftop of the building. Practically running to the staircase leading to the rooftop.

You heard his protests and tried to stabilize himself from being dragged by you, and finally you saw the door to the rooftop and opened it. The cool, air breeze through your body and breathe in, then letting out an exhausted sigh.

“I'm sorry for dragging you here, I just can't stand my, the lights.” You quickly changed the words you were going to say, “The lights hurt my eyes.”

“Okay, weird.” He mumbles but you catch his every word, yet instead of feeling offended, you snickered.

“Thanks for fetching me napkins, even though I didn't ask for it.” You said, finally being able to look at him from head to toe. His hair was disheveled from all the running you did.

“I just felt guilty, you look so beautiful and I ruined your dress. I felt bad for ruining your look.” He confessed, handing you the napkins. “Do you want me to remove it for you?”

You didn't even process what he asked, the compliment he gave has your brain fried. All night, your boyfriend, ex, didn't even say that to you. Fuck, you're really bad at picking guys.

“You good?” He asks, stepping a little closer. All you did was nod before finally answering his question.

The stain was behind you, you weren't sure if you'd even be able to reach it since it was near your lower back, “Yes, please. I'm sorry for putting you through this.”

He took a step closer and waited for you to turn around. Putting your hair to the side and hanging it from your shoulders to avoid it being tangled, which exposes your neck and your shoulder blades that were sprinkled with little moles since your gown had a low cut on the back.

“Uhm, then, uh, stay still.” You nodded and waited for him. The dampness of the napkin seeped through the gown and he started to wipe it down, slowly the stain came off of your dress. “There, all done.”

“Really?” You looked back, and the stain was really gone. “Thank you, so much!”

He shrugs, “It's the least I can do.” You were about to tell him something when your phone began to ring.

BOYFRIEND is calling...

Right, you haven't changed his nickname on your phone, well, it's understandable since you two just broke up on your prom night! You immediately slide down the red button that's been blinking, then turning off your phone.

“I'm gonna stay here for a little longer. You should enjoy the party. But, I'm really thankful for turning my night around.” You smiled sweetly even though there was bitterness hidden behind it. When he didn't budge, you poked him on his side.

“I'll stay here too, the, uh, lights!” He says as if it was the first thing his mind mustered up to use as an excuse. “It hurts my eyes, as well.” He says before smiling as if to mock your blatant lie as an excuse.

“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes and yet you laughed at his words. Then, upon realizing how quickly the night becomes so peaceful when he's in your presence, he makes you safer than you ever did when you were with your friends, with a reminder that he is a literal stranger!

You shifted your weight from your feet when you felt his stare, then he looked down at your gown. “Wanna take off those heels? It looks like a pain.”

“You know what? Fuck it, I'm tired as fuck, so why the fuck not.” You quickly remove your heels and thankfully, the floor was dry.

“Here.” He took off his coat and set it down on the floor. “Sit here if you like.”

You smiled in return, sitting at his coat placed on the floor. Looking at the starless night, but the crescent moon is the only source of light the two of you had. Grabbing your purse beside you, you took out a silver, rectangular case, it's so thin that you'd think it's almost a locket if not for its height.

“What are you doing?” He asked, you can hear the curiosity in his voice, as well as the way his eyes focused on the case.

“Just my cigarette case. Want to get high? Although, there's only one left, we can share.” You offered, and you can tell he hasn't done this before nor had any plans to do so.

“Uh, sure. Just one.” His voice was filled with uncertainty, Jesus, he doesn't even know why he stayed here or why he went along with you to the rooftop. He could've stopped it, but he didn't.

Complying with his request, you opened the case and took the last remaining blunt. As you lit up the cigarette, you saw how the flame flickered in his eyes and how his gaze pierced through you which made you quickly break eye contact.

“Just breathe in, but not too deep since it might be your first time. It'll fill your lungs and you'll be a coughing mess.” You bring the lit up cigarette to his lips waiting for him to take it.

“I, I don't know. What if I, I don't know, you do it first. I'm a visual learner.” You can't help but laugh at the adorable expressions he made. Gosh, such a cutie pie.

“Okay, okay.” You hold the cigarette between your pointer and middle finger, bringing it to your lips, then breathing in the smoke from the cigar. Letting the smoke fill your lungs and the haziness in your mind. Before blowing the smoke out from your mouth away from his direction.

“Did that felt good?” He asks, like a curious puppy afraid of the new experience yet cannot hide the excitement of trying it.

“From my first time, nope. But once I got used to it, I found myself looking for it from time to time.” You flicked the ash that was built up from the cigar, “Do you still wanna try?”

He nodded before he spoke, “But I don't want to breathe in too much.”

You thought for a second before coming to a conclusion, “We can shotgun, if you want. I'll be the one to take in the smoke and control how much of it I'll intake, then when I breathe it out, you take it.”

“Huh?” Confusion was written all over his face, and it's not an exaggeration with how his brows seem to be furrowed together.

“Just watch, I'll signal you to come closer.” Again, you breathed in the smoke from the cigar but this time, you cut it short. Your put your cigar to the side as the smoke swirled in your lungs, relishing the feeling of it as you moved closer to him. Almost skin to skin.

You can sense him tense up, putting your hands to the sides of his cheeks, closing your eyes, then breathing out the smoke slowly. “Breathe in the smoke.” You opened your eyes while he quickly did what you asked, you saw the smoke that was coming out of your mouth to transfer to his.

“Now, exhale.” Again, he did what you said. As he opens his eyes, looking at yours once again.

“Damn, that was.”

“Fucking good.” You finished his sentence before pulling away from him, you can see that he wanted more skinship. He craves more for it, whether for the cigarette or to feel your touch once again.

“Let's finish this, then let's go out.” You said, and just like that, he asked for it again, he wanted your hands on him–to feel your touch again. He didn't want to smoke from the cigar itself, he wanted what you did earlier. So for the rest of the night, or until the cigarette burns out, it's what the two of you did. Conversing each other as the two of you get high out of your minds.

It was a wonder, really, how you ended up in his bed the next morning with your dress on the floor and how snugged the unfamiliar sweater you're wearing right now. Or the unfamiliar arms that are wrapped around you.

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– keeps your favourite snacks on him whenever you guys hang out

– makes mixtapes for you

– doodles on the page of your notebook as he keeps you company as you study

– even with anxiety of his own, he orders/speaks for you

– not one week goes by where you don’t have a sneaky sleepover

– finds you the smallest but most useful trinkets

– traces small patterns over your hip when you’re cuddling and can’t seem to fall asleep

– doing all nighters on the weekends just to play video games together

– warren constantly fawning over you

– watches & loves all of the romcoms you watch

– late night drives that end up with the two of you making out in the backseat

– whenever you guys hug, he’d always wait until you let go first. always wanting that extra couple minutes of being close to you

– stealing his graphic t-shirts

– kisses you at any opportunity he gets

– both frequent regulars at the two whales diner (most known for going together)

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🧪 | Movie night

"I've got The Matrix, Wolf of Wall Street, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, American Psycho…" Warren says as he looks through his collection of movies. He invited you to watch some movies tonight, so you're sitting on his bed, waiting for him to pick them. "Which one are you in the mood for? I've got some more over here," he says as he turns around to you.

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