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[risswirly]

Wired

SYNOPSIS: You invited Warren to hang out in your dorm and the two of you listen to music together GENRE: fluff NOTE: Just something short and simple. I tried including his POV more so I hope u like it! ALSO, would u guys want me to make an actual series?! WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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Warren's heart felt heavy in his chest as he watched her fiddle with the door's handle, standing awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he rambled on about something he was now starting to think sounded stupid. Standing in the middle of the girls' dorms made him feel like a trespasser, and not just because there was a no boys allowed rule. He had close female friends that he'd hung out with before, sure, but stepping through the door that separated the hallway and the previously elusive forbidden territory of a girls' room made his stomach churn in a nervous way it hadn't in all those instances in the past.

The two of you enter your room, you drop your bag down with a relieved sigh before closing the door behind Warren. He feels a wave of emotions as he realises he's actually made it into a girl's room, let alone a girl he has a major crush on. He takes a deep breath and attempts to keep his cool. To him, this is as big a feat as man landing on the moon. 

There's a comfortable silence as he looks around the room,  taking in the layout and small details of how you've decorated the space, the posters and fairy lights that litter the walls, the books and trinkets that sit on your shelves. He smiles to himself at how well the room captures your personality. 

"You can chill on the bed," you say as you walk across the room to your wardrobe, hanging up your jacket. He glances at you and nods, sitting himself down on the edge of the bed awkwardly. "Yeah, but um anyways, my drive got totally messed up because of the virus." He says with an awkward chuckle, trying to keep his voice steady as he finishes his story. his eyes linger on you, following as you walk around the room putting things away from your bag, "Guess that's what I get for trusting that sketchy website," he concludes as he rubs the back of his neck in nervous habit. 

You chuckle and shake your head, "I told you it was going to happen sooner or later" you state, unsurprised. Your eyes light up as you're suddenly reminded of something you'd been meaning to share, "Oh, I downloaded this album I think you'd like, wanna give it a listen?" you ask as you grab your ipod and make your way back to your bed, crawling into the space next to Warren before laying down on your stomach. His cheeks redden at the thought of you listening to a song and thinking of him, the idea of you associating things with him even in his absence. "Don't you mean pirated?" he smirks with a raised brow turning to look down at you as you untangle the wired earphones, his gaze slowly tracing over you before he mentally slaps himself and looks away. 

You smile softly, "Learnt from the best," you reply as you plug in the cord, putting one of the buds into your ear before offering him the other as you scroll through your library. He glances at you then the earphone before rolling over to his stomach, propping himself onto his elbows and putting it in his ear. He shuffles trying to get comfortable and your stomach flutters as you feel his side graze against yours. You feel the warmth of his arm against yours, the distance between you now much shorter. You glue your eyes to the iPod screen trying desperately not to drown in the sudden tension building between you. 

Your senses are on fire, hyper aware of every brush of him against you, the scent of his cologne, the rise and fall of your chests as your heart begins to race. You press play and the warm melody hugs your brain, making you feel unreal in this moment, the instruments playing in perfect rhythm as you sink into the music. You lie still in silence as the sun sets outside, but the only things that seem to exist in your room are you, Warren and the wires that connect you. 

Your eyelids flutter hazily as you turn your head slightly and slowly trail your eyes up to meet his. Your breath hitches in your throat as your gaze lands on him not having realised how close your faces were. You can see every curve and contour of his features in HD as the golden light from the window bathes him in a warm glow. You're too caught up in your own mind you hadn't even realised that he's now looking back at you. His cheeks radiate warmth as they fade into a bright pink. His eyes flicker over your face, lingering as if memorising every detail. The song becomes background noise as the beating of your heart thumps in your ears, your stomach doing flips as his gaze, full of adoration and awe, refuses to tear itself away from you.

He swallows thickly, words escaping him. He can't seem to tear his eyes away, completely and utterly immersed at the sight of you. He lies still, the only movement he feels is the drumming of his heart. "Warren..." you breathe softly, voice barely a whisper. Your voice pulls him out of his daze and he blinks back at you stupidly and his cheeks blaze pink as he comes back to reality, "oh um. What... were we.. talking about again?" he asks with a shy laugh and heavy lids, his words low and dragged struggling just to get them out as he holds his breath.  His awkwardness is so cute it kills you, "the song?" you chuckle pointing to the earbuds, "oh right..." he nods with a small nervous smile as he turns his head away slightly glancing back at the screen, "the.. song.." he trails off and it's clear the music had never been his focus. 

You watch him bite his lip softly in thought trying to regain his composure, desperately trying to pretend like you hadn't just stared at each other so intimately, like he wasn't mentally kicking himself for not making a move. He quietly lets out an unsteady sigh as he hangs his head in frustration. 

You shake your head and scoff softly at his obviously faked interest in the music, "You're ridiculous," you tease as you turn back to the ipod scrolling through the song list. He furrows his brows and whips his head toward you with an offended look, "wh- I- i am not." he staggers trying to defend himself, but it's no point. The fluttering in his stomach and loss of words speaks louder than his weak protests. 

You raise a brow and tilt your head, clearly unconvinced, his stomach flips and he can't keep up the act anymore. His expression softens as he lets out a defeated breath, he nods reluctantly and glances away "yeah.. I kinda am" he admits with a small shy grin. 

You watch as he pouts dejectedly, dramatically sighing and you can't help but laugh aloud finding it hilarious. He peeks up from his sulking and watches as you close your eyes and roll over in a fit of giggles. He smiles softly, the sunset shining through the window couldn't even compete with how beautiful you looked to him in that very moment.

 It was true, he was ridiculous. But if being ridiculous meant he got to see you like this, he didn't mind at all. Not one bit.

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[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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Hold the Line

SYNOPSIS: With his parents expecting the world and more from him, Warren has always struggled when reports were released. This time however, he decides to call you for some comfort. GENRE: fluff NOTE: Did not mean for this to line up with the end of my exams lol. Wanted to write something not so plot-heavy this time, hope you like it!! (Song inspo: Can I Call You Tonight?, Dayglow) WORD COUNT: 1k

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Nothing ever felt as good as the end-of-year break. No more assessments, tests or classes for the rest of the year and you felt as if the sun was shining brighter already.

Now liberated from all academic-related thoughts, you decided to celebrate with a movie night. However, halfway through you feel your phone vibrate beside you, your screen lighting up, facing down on the table. You quickly check the time on your laptop, furrowing your brows, wondering who in the world was calling you at such an ungodly hour. Lifting the screen, your heart drops a little, seeing the contact name. 

You had suspected that with the release of reports, Warren would be feeling down. He'd opened up to you before about how hard his parent were on him when it came to his grades, always expecting unwavering perfection, still unsatisfied even with him being at the top of all his classes and his spotless record. It made you upset seeing him become so anxious and stressed after every report card, robbed of the joys of academic freedom.

You shut your laptop and answer the phone, "Hi.." you say hesitantly, unsure what the verdict was this time. You hear his breath, shaky and nervous as he sniffles quietly and your stomach sinks. He clears his throat awkwardly, "Hey um.. sorry, I just.." he mutters quietly, his voice wobbly and strained "I'm sorry", he whispers again, embarrassed as he tries to hold himself together, 

Your heart aches as you hear him struggle, this was far from the carefree act he always displayed, always joyful and smiling, always deeming his feelings as irrelevant compared to others. "Hey, it's going to be okay," you reassure him softly, "Take some deep breaths, okay?" You hear him follow your instruction, steadying his breaths as he recomposes himself. 

After a moment he speaks again, "Thank you", he murmurs, his voice quiet. You smile sympathetically, finding his shyness sweet. "Your parents?" you ask softly. He lets out a deep sigh, "I don't know, it's just like... whatever I do will never be enough for them, I'll never reach the expectations they have for me. And... it makes me feel like I won't ever be good enough.. for anyone" His voice is heavy, weighed down by the burden of his parent's demands which he's carried for so long now.

"Warren.. You know that's not true," you whisper softly, feeling your stomach sink as he admits his insecurities. Your heart grows heavy knowing this was a burden he carried around with him, that the boy who was always so ready and willing to help others thought of himself so poorly. 

"I.. I honestly just don't want to think about it right now," he mutters, his voice laced with dejection, "or I might go insane," he adds on jokingly, clearly trying not to take his feelings seriously. Although he hides it behind a weak laugh, you can tell there is a sense of truth behind his words. 

"Warren, I'm coming over", you decide quickly, lifting yourself out of your chair, unable to bear the thought of him being miserable and alone in his dorm. "NO" He stops you hastily, the panic from your sudden decision clear in his voice. You hear him take another shaky breath,  "Please... please don't. Honestly, I'd rather you not see me like his", he chuckles half heartedly, even in his sorrow, he couldn't find it in himself to show just how hurt he was.

You stand motionless, debating in your mind what you should do. It was clear he wasn't ready to fully open up, yet some part of him felt comfortable and safe enough to want you here with him, to show you a hint of the emotional storm he always kept so well hidden behind his lame jokes and optimism. 

You slump down on the edge of your bed, "How do I help you?" you breathe quietly into the phone, desperate for some way to comfort him. The line falls silent for what seems like an eternity, the air in your dorm feeling cold and empty. You hear him shuffle slightly, "Just, stay on the line. Please.. I just... want to hear your voice." his words, just above a whisper, laced with embarrassment as he pleads.

You quickly fight off the small smile creeping its way onto your lips, feeling guilty that his need for your presence made some part of you happy. In no way did you enjoy his suffering, but it was impossible to deny the warmth of knowing you were needed. "I'm here, Warren. I'm right here." You reassure him as you lay down, sinking into the comfort of your sheets. 

He falls silent for a moment before speaking again, "so how was your day?" he murmurs quietly. You smile at the simplicity of his question, knowing what he's trying to get you to do. You decide to oblige and begin rambling on about the details of your day while he every so often asks you another question, ensuring you never stop talking, allowing you to mindlessly run your mouth while he lets the sound of your voice soothe him. 

For the rest of the night, you never shut up, talking about anything and everything as he silently listens, hearing his faint breathing as he gradually drifts off to sleep. You couldn't tell if he was paying attention to what you were babbling on about or not, but in the end decide you don't mind. 

You fall silent for a brief moment, searching for signs of consciousness, but are only met with the quiet of his sleeping.

"Goodnight", you whisper softly, ending the call. 

You smile tenderly, picturing him in your mind laying in his bed, phone resting beside him on his pillow as he sleeps peacefully, his head filled with nothing but the sweetest of dreams and the comfort of your voice.

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Out of Orbit

SYNOPSIS: You attend a Halloween party in matching costumes with your best friend. You've convinced yourself it's completely platonic but the night has other plans. GENRE: fluff NOTE: I wanted to post something for my fav holiday but in all honesty, I had no idea what to write. It's not as Halloween-focused as I'd like but I hope u still enjoy it! WORD COUNT: 2k

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A flurry of fiery-coloured leaves litter the gutters and lawns of the street, the crisp night air of autumn filling your nose. You notice carved pumpkins, oversized cobwebs, skeletons and other ghastly props decorate the doors of almost every house as you walk down the dimly lit path. You feel Warren's hand lightly brush against your own, sending a shiver up your arm as nerves and anticipation linger in the back of your mind. "You think they'll understand our costumes?" He asks, looking down at you curiously, the excitement clear in his voice. "Yeah, I think so" You nod confidently, looking back up at him with a smile. 

You see the coloured lights pouring out of one of the house's windows and hear the music faintly echo out into the otherwise silent street and immediately know you're in the right place. Warren's hand grazes yours once again as you walk down the front path toward the door, only heightening your nerves as you try and stop the part of you that desperately wants to read into the fact he hadn't pulled his hand away. You knew it didn't mean anything, but despite the fact you had been best friends for years now, every glance, every compliment and accidental touch set off sirens in your head. You knew things like this were small and normal for people as close as the two of you, but the feelings you'd hidden from him for ages simply would not allow you to overlook any of it.

You knock on the door and after a moment it swings open as Dana quickly pulls you into an unexpected hug, greeting you energetically. "Come in, come in!" she ushers you inside the house, closing the door behind you. You look around in awe at the interior decoration. Golden streamers cover almost every surface, orange and black balloons hanging overhead and from the walls, as well as fake candles and pumpkins scattered around on tables, it was clear Dana did not play around when it came to Halloween. "Aww, I love your matching costumes. Alien and astronaut, very cute" she chimes as she guides you down the hall and toward the mass of partying students. You glance up at Warren, giving him a knowing 'I told you so' look as you enter the lounge room. 

The party is smaller and more relaxed than the usual open-invite vortex club rager, but the house still manages to be bustling with students, each in their own unique costume, true to the Halloween tradition.

You spend the night chatting and laughing with friends, discussing plans and ideas for fall break and playing juvenile games like truth or dare and kiss/marry/kill, allowing the lighthearted atmosphere of the night to take the stress from your mind. 

Although, there is one thing that is definitely still on your mind. 

You hold your cup between your fingers loosely, using all your will to stop yourself from unconsciously crushing the plastic as a million thoughts rush through your head. You sit on the edge of the couch's armrest, nodding and laughing along to the conversation your classmates stood around you are having, but your focus is anywhere but. You feel your heart race as all your senses fixate on the feeling of Warrens hand resting on the space behind you, his body leaned towards you, his side grazing yours, the proximity between you dauntingly small. 

You gaze up at him as he speaks, observing him as the words and music fade into an underwater blur of noise. He smiles softly as he talks, his movements fluid and natural. He acts carefree and indifferent, his untroubled and calm demeanour unaffected by the small touches and closeness that had completely unravelled your ability to concentrate. You curse yourself internally as you remind yourself that to him, this was completely normal. Just another small thing that you were overthinking. 

You realise he must have said something funny as everyone begins to laugh. However, your eyes don't leave his face, watching as he beams. His body keels over slightly, causing his arm to press against your back, sending sparks up your spine as your heart skips a beat. As he laughs his gaze turns to you, his grin fades into a dorkish smile as he looks at you warmly before he turns back to the conversation. 

It all felt so... intimate. It almost felt as if in the next second, in the next shift of his movement, his hand would move to your back or your waist or- 

You take a deep breath, feeling the tension leave your shoulders as you realise you had forgotten to breathe for a moment. The sudden breath prompts him to redirect his focus to you once again, his brows furrowed in concern. "You okay?" he asks softly, you nod in response. "Yeah, sorry, I- uh.." You stammer, feeling yourself start to turn red as the others look back at you with growing confusion. His gaze softens as he notices your slight panic, "Hey, your cup is empty. I'll go get us more, okay?". He takes the cup from your fingers and gives you a reassuring smile as he makes his way to the kitchen. 

You nob before continuing to talk to the group of classmates, now actually able to focus on the conversation, but eventually they all decide to go play another round of truth or dare. You remain dutifully by the couch in wait for Warren's return.

Just as you start to question what's taking him so long you spot Max and Chloe in their matching pirate costumes returning from the kitchen. Max lights up when she spots you and gives you an excited wave as they make their way over. 

"Hey! I was wondering when I'd see you two." You chuckle as you give them both a quick hug, "We saw you and Warren earlier but you were talking to some people already", Max explains while Chloe takes a swig of her drink, which is clearly not her first of the night. You scan the room quickly after Max's comment reminds you of your previous thought, "Actually have you seen him? He was meant to refill our drinks", you ask, somewhat concerned.

"Someonesss making moves on your boyfriendd", Chloe slurs, the alcohol impairing her speech as she slings her arm limply around Max's shoulder, who gives you an apologetic look. "Excuse me?" you laugh confused, raising a brow. "Sooomee girrl, is flirting, with your littllleee, space cadet boyfriend, in the kitchen" she repeats, this time dragging out and emphasising each word. You scoff, "He's not my boyfriend" You correct her, wincing at how quickly and defensively you'd replied to her comment. "Right, sorry, your booyy tooyy", she teases with a sly grin, but her joy is short-lived as Max jabs her in the ribs with a stern look. "What? They're wearing a couple's costume and everything?" She whines drunkenly in an attempt to justify her remarks. 

You laugh along half-heartedly, trying to swallow the growing lump in your throat, "It's not like that, really. We're just friends", you explain, the weight in your chest growing heavier. Chloe looks at you unimpressed, raising a brow "Right, because Max and I are matching because we're just super best friends", she teases sarcastically, swaying drunkenly as Max keeps her steady. 

You clench your jaw, feeling your stomach start to sink. You had already worked so hard to put these doubts out of your mind, trying not to overthink the underlying meaning behind things like this. You'd spent so long convincing yourself it was simply platonic, but now it was all starting to unravel against your best efforts.

Your gaze falls to the floor, fists tightening as you try to control your breathing, "We're just friends, okay? That's all there is to it," You mutter, the dejection in your tone more obvious than you would've liked. Chloe and Max notice your change in demeanour and share a concerned glance as an awkward air falls upon you. Chloe straightens herself out, standing upright, "I'm sorry, I was just joking-" she tries to apologise as guilt washes over her expression. You shake your head, "No, it's okay", you say giving her a weak smile not wanting to give away how much her words had affected you.

You stand up from the armrest, "I'm um.. I'm just gonna get some fresh air, I'll talk to you later." you smile at the pair half-heartedly who look back at you with concerned and guilty faces. As you open the door to the backyard you hear Max tell off Chloe, who defensively tries to explain herself. Their voices fade as you slide the door closed behind you, separating yourself from the party.

You sigh as you take a seat on the ledge of the back porch, your thoughts starting to settle as you sit alone, gazing into the night sky which almost seems to stare back sympathetically. 

Warren was just your friend, why did the idea of another girl flirting with him make you so... jealous? Was that even the right word? It felt like more of a regret, a shame, that it wasn't you. You sit in your self-pity for a while, just looking up at the stars silently. You take a deep breath and curse under your breath as you tilt your head back, feeling defeated. 

You're quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the back door slide open. 

You remain still as Warren sets himself down beside you with a grunt. He hands you back your cup and you thank him quietly. He turns his head slightly to glance at you, "Max told me you were out here, I was looking for you" He states unimportantly, trying to fill the silence. You remain quiet for a moment, "I just wanted some fresh air" " you mutter blankly. "Chloe told me some girl was hitting on you. Look at you go." You add half enthusiastically, trying to lift the mood. You give him a light nudge, doing a terrible job at pretending to be your usually cheerful self.  

He rubs the back of his neck bashfully, "She was flirting with me? I didn't even realise", he admits with a soft chuckle, turning back to look at the sky. "Of course you didn't" You roll your eyes sarcastically at his cluelessness, somehow finding it endearing. 

He thinks for a moment before returning his gaze to you, "Well, she wasn't really my type anyways", he shrugs unbothered. You scoff, turning to face him, his eyes now looking into yours, "Oh really? And what is your type?" you ask with a smirk, amused by his comment.

He remains quiet for a moment, his gaze flickering over your features silently as he looks at you, eyes filled with fondness. As the seconds pass you feel your cheeks start to warm up as he studies your face, but you refuse to back down and look away. He smiles tenderly, looking back into your eyes, "You know, you make a very cute alien", he chuckles softly.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, words escaping you in your shock. If they weren't already, your cheeks were now definitely a deep pink. Your mind goes completely blank as he continues to smile gently. "Y-you're into aliens?" you stammer without thinking, unable to comprehend his words, immediately regretting the question the second it leaves your lips. You wince in embarrassment as he bursts into laughter. 

He catches his breath, thinking about his response for a moment, smiling contently to himself as he stares off into nothingness, "Just one", he murmurs quietly. 

You take a deep breath and let the hysteria in your mind dissolve into quiet, simply allowing yourself to enjoy the moment and sit in comfortable silence. You shuffle toward him slightly, your sides leaning against one another.

You didn't yet have the confidence to admit to him how you felt, but you know that one day you will. But until that day, the chill of the autumn air, the sparkling night sky and the comfort of Warren beside you were enough to make you feel like the happiest girl alive. 

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[risswirly]

Bad Influence

SYNOPSIS: When caught skipping class, the last thing you expect is to be joined by the smartest guy in school GENRE: fluff NOTE: I tried portraying a different kind of y/n this time so I hope you enjoy it! Also, you would not believe how LONG it took to find a cigarette picture that matched the vibe ToT WORD COUNT: 2.4k

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You cup your lips around the cigarette and inhale deeply, allowing the smoke to fill your lungs before breathing it out. You lean your head back against the outer wall of the school and close your eyes, feeling the tension leave your body with each drag. You really should be in class right now. Your attendance was completely horrendous, which had been made clear from the numerous disciplinary meetings you'd had with Principal Wells, the only thing keeping you from being expelled at this point was the fact your grades were fairly decent. You take another long breath. Fuck class, you didn't need it. The condescending teachers and students, the pity in their eyes, looking at you like some charity case or a lost cause. You would teach yourself the entire stupid curriculum if it meant not having to be stuck in that suffocating room.

You put the cigarette to your lips once more but you are suddenly interrupted. Your eyes snap open at the sound of a window opening close above you. You quickly glance up and see Principal Wells leaning out a nearby window, fury etched into his face. "(Y/N)! What do you think you're doing!" he fumes as he quickly moves away from the window, signalling this was your time to run before he caught up to you. Of course, he just had to catch you during the middle of last period.

You hurriedly finish the cigarette before tossing it on the ground and snuffing it out with your foot. As you do so, you hear a fire exit nearby burst open and from it emerge a much less than pleased Principal and David Madsen, who quickly spot and begin to run toward you.

You take off, sprinting around the corner to the school's front entrance as you hear the two men yell after you, ordering you to stop. You quickly make it into the empty halls with some distance between you and your pursuers thanks to their lack of cardio. You make a dash for the bathrooms. You begin to move towards the female toilets but quickly rethink your decision and enter the male rooms instead, hearing David and Wells arrive just as you close the door.

You pant heavily as you try to calm your pulse however, you know you aren't out of the clear just yet. You take a deep breath and lift your head to scan your surroundings but are surprised to see you aren't alone in the bathrooms.

Warren stands frozen, staring at you as he finishes washing his hands, his expression one of confusion rather than shock. The two of you knew of each other's existence and shared a few classes but had never had the chance to talk, considering you rarely attended class but also since you lived in completely different social circles.

"um (y/n), this is the boy's bathroom.." He stated blankly, raising a brow as he held his dripping hands over the sink. You open your mouth about to explain but you're cut off by the sound of the girl's bathroom doors being opened outside as David calls your name sternly. Warren's gaze flickers between you and the door behind you, his expression becoming more troubled. You curse under your breath and quickly come up with a plan.

You move without warning as you rush toward Warren and grab him by the shoulders, pushing him into a stall and locking the door behind you. He stands speechless and dumbfounded, mouth agape as you step up onto the toilet seat and crouch down. He shakes his head baffled, "What are you-" You quickly lean over and cup your hand over his mouth, silencing his protests. You feel your heart drop as the bathroom door swings open followed by a pair of footsteps. You cover your own mouth as well to conceal your breathing as they push open door after door until they finally reach the stall you and Warren are in.

The door rattles as its pushed, "(Y/n) Come out we know you're in there" Principal Wells instructs sternly. You look up at Warren pleadingly, praying he isn't the teacher's pet he comes off as. You slowly lower your hand from his mouth and watch his eyes scan your face as he tries to decide what to do, fighting his own inner turmoil. He takes a shaky breath, "uhm, no it's just me in here," he calls out, his eyes still glued to yours. Wells coughs awkwardly from the other side, "Oh, sorry about that Warren. If you see (y/n) around, let us know immediately." He instructs before leaving to continue the manhunt.

Hearing the door close behind him, you uncover your mouth and let out a deep sigh. The adrenaline coursing through your veins rapidly pumps your heart and you feel yourself reeling from the rush of it all. Warren hesitantly opens the stall door, checking to make sure it's empty before stepping out. He runs his hands through his hair, a look of disbelief plastered on his face. "Holy shit.." he breathes quietly, "I can't believe I just did that." His eyes are wide as he looks at you dazed.

You chuckle at his astonishment, "Honestly, I thought I was a goner, I didn't think you had it in you" You look back at him with a half-impressed smirk. He continues to stand, shocked for a moment before he realises what you said. He furrows his brows, "Hey! What's that meant to mean?" he asks, offended. You snicker at his defensiveness, "I seriously thought you were gonna rat me out back there", you answer honestly. He clearly takes the comment to heart, frowning with disdain, "I can be rebellious when I want to", he mutters sulkily, crossing his arms. Just the thought makes you laugh, "Really? Straight As, 4.0 GPA, spotless record, science prodigy Warren Graham has a rebellious side does he?" you ask teasingly, unconvinced. He rolls his eyes at your sarcasm, "Please, you're flattering me. Either way, all that doesn't mean I can't break a rule every now and then", he retorts. You scoff, "Yeah, okay sure", your tone laced with scepticism.

You hear the search for you continue outside, angry footsteps patrolling the hall. You lean your head back and shut your eyes, "Great. Now I have to skip the rest of the day, there's no way they'll let this slide." you groan, annoyed at the fact you'd been caught and would eventually have to face the consequences.

"I'll join you."

You quickly open your eyes and refocus your attention to Warren. "What?" you furrow your brows. "I'll join you", he repeats, "If you're ditching class for the rest of the day, I'll come with you", he adds as if this was the most normal thing ever. "Remind me why you're joining me?" you ask puzzled. He rubs the nape of his neck bashfully, "I'm.. being rebellious?" He replies with a shrug, sounding more unsure about his impulsive decision than you.

You gaze over him with a raised brow, he stands nervously, fidgeting with his hands as you inspect him. After a moment you let out a sigh, "Sure why not. I could use the company anyways". His eyes light up and he smiles before he quickly corrects his demeanour, trying to act nonchalant, "Yeah, cool.." he mumbles, failing to conceal his grin. You roll your eyes and smile at his dorkiness as you make your way to the door. You cautiously peer around each corner, making sure it's safe to pass before you turn back to face Warren who stands anxiously behind you. "I can't believe this", you whisper under your breath before grabbing his hand and dragging him with you as you dash for the exit.

...

You slump down against a large tree that looks over the empty football field as Warren sits down next to you. He looks around nervously, obviously still a bit anxious about skipping class. "Relax, I always come here when I skip. They don't bother checking this far away from the main building" you reassure him, leaning back. He nods and lets out a breath leaving the two of you in silence.

"You do this often?" he asks, breaking the quiet air between you. You think for a moment, "Yeah, I guess I do", you reply, feeling a regret as you realise how far you've let yourself fall. However, your self-pity is quickly forgotten as you watch Warren anxiously check over his shoulder once again. You crack a smile "I'm guessing you don't?" you chuckle.

He turns back to you with furrowed brows, "Why is the idea of me being rebellious so impossible to you?" he asks, rolling his eyes jokingly. You shrug with a laugh, "I don't know. You're just such a..." you trail off, struggling to find the right word. His smile falters slightly as he looks away, "Beta nerd?" he mumbles, the lighthearted tone in his voice replaced with dejection. You feel a pang of guilt as you realise how hard he takes your comment, "Well... I guess that's one way to put it", you mutter sheepishly. "It's just.. you're such a promising student. You do well in every subject, you have friends and get along with teachers, I just can't really imagine you have any reason not to go to class" You add on, trying to justify yourself. He turns his head to look at you once again, "And you do?" he asks genuinely, his expression soft and attentive. You shrug, "No, but.. I don't exactly have a reason to go either. My grades are just fine without my attendance, no one sits with me and I don't think the teachers give a shit anyways", you reply unbothered, while it did sound depressing you had long come to terms with reality.

You sit in silence yet again, the only sound being the rustling of the leaves as they move in the light breeze. Warren places his hands on the soft grass behind him and leans back, looking out peacefully at the school's campus, "I'd sit with you" he glances at you from the corner of his eye, watching to see your reaction.

You lean back on your hands as you let the image of you two sitting together dance in your mind for a moment, for some reason, it doesn't feel as unpleasant as you'd thought. You push the daydream out of your mind and snap back to reality, "You and me? I think if we sat together the world would go into chaos" You laugh, thinking about the stark difference between the pair of you and the absurdity of such a duo. He chuckles lightly, "Just because we're on opposite ends of the social spectrum doesn't mean we're all that different", he shrugs, cracking a sympathetic smile. You scoff, "Yeah, I'm sure we have tonnes in common", you answer sarcastically, although you wouldn't admit it, you did think it was a nice hope to have. He tilts his head toward you, looking at you playfully, "All I'm saying is you don't know until you try", he reiterates.

You hold his gaze for a few seconds and see a hope that shines through in his eyes as he awaits your response. His smile is soft and inviting, he looks at you with a genuine desire for connection, not the pity and contempt you were so used to seeing. You feel yourself melt a little but manage to maintain your aloof composure.

"Are you suggesting we become friends?" You ask with a calm smirk, his confident mask slipping as he rubs the back of his neck. "Maybe.." he answers, looking away bashfully. You smile, finding his shyness endearing. You sigh, pretending to come to a reluctant decision despite the giddy feeling bubbling within, "Yeah, sure, why not. After all, you did save me back there" You smile back at him warmly.

You watch as he tries to contain the smile on his face as he nods silently knowing if he talks he'll give away just how happy he truly feels. You watch as he grins to himself proudly and feels a sense of gratitude wash over you, no one had put this much effort in for you in a while, yet here was a boy you barely knew convincing you to come sit with him in class. After a moment however, he bites his lips as he recalls the incident in the bathroom earlier. "Actually, about that, when you brought me into the stall before Wells came in, what did um, why did you uh.. I mean, was there something you wanted to do or?..." He struggles to find the right question as he nervously fidgets with his hands

You furrow your brows confused, "I needed to be in the same stall with you so they would think you were the only one in the bathrooms." You explain. He stares back at you blankly for a moment before snapping back into reality, "Oh! You knew he was coming in. Right of course, why would you not know haha..." He chuckles awkwardly, trying to distract from the blush that slowly crept into his cheeks.

Your expression softens as you realise he hadn't registered that you were hiding and thought you had instead been interrupted. You shift your weight to one hand, tilting your head as you gaze at him teasingly, "What did you think I wanted to do?" you ask, amused by how he began to squirm under your questioning. "w-what did I, um, nothing!" He chuckles, slightly panicked as he glances around nervously, his heart rate quickening as you lean in, narrowing your eyes as if you could see right through him.

You're abruptly interrupted by the distant ringing of the school bell marking the end of the day. As you turn away from Warren to look back at the school you hear him sigh in relief. You remain seated as he begins to stand up, "I have a club meeting I gotta get to, but um, I'll see you in class tomorrow?" he asks, a tinge of excitement slipping through his tone. You smile softly, "If I'm not expelled before that, then yeah.. I'll see you in class", you reply indifferently. He grins and gives you a nod before making the walk back to the school building with a newfound enthusiasm in his step.

You laugh to yourself as you shake your head. How ridiculous. You couldn't believe what you'd gotten yourself into in just the span of an hour. After a while, you watch as the last of the students file out of the school doors and slowly lift yourself to your feet and begin walking, deciding it was about time you got back to your dorm. There was procrastinated homework to tend to waiting for you eagerly, after all, you had a class to attend tomorrow.

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[risswirly]

Frayed Edges

SYNOPSIS: The plan was to attend a vortex party to get your mind off the argument you'd had with Warren, but things take a turn when he unexpectedly shows up, begging to talk to you GENRE: Angst and fluff NOTE: It's a bit out of character I can't lie but I just rlly wanted to write something with a bit more conflict T^T (Song inspo: No. 1 Party Anthem, Arctic Monkeys) WORD COUNT: 3.4k

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Typically, this would be the last place you'd want to be. The smell of alcohol, weed and impulse hangs thick in the air as blasting music numbs your eardrums. You'd only gone to a few Vortex club parties in the past and it seemed they never got any less wild. Somehow, your friends' promises of "it'll be fun", "it'll make you feel better", and reassurance to stick with you the whole night successfully got you to come, although, after only a few drinks, she was now nowhere in sight.

You make your way into the kitchen, deciding that if you had to be stuck here until she reappeared, you would at least spend that time drunk. Grabbing and filling a red plastic cup, you gulp down a glass of punch. You wince at the unexpectedly strong concentration of vodka, which you probably should've seen coming.

Perhaps this party wouldn't be so bad, you reconsidered, filling your cup again. Just a few more drinks and you could actually see yourself having a good time, dancing to the music, catching up with people, and.. maybe even meeting someone?

You immediately feel your heart grow heavy as you remind yourself why your friend had thought it would be a good idea for you to come. You chug down another cup.

It had been about two weeks since you last spoke to Warren, no calls, no texts and most certainly no face-to-face interactions, simply spotting him in the hall was enough to make you feel sick to the stomach. It was nauseating how quickly someone you once needed to breathe could make you feel like you were suffocating. The worst part was you really did miss him. His smile, his corny references you didn't understand half the time, his hand on the gear shift in his car, the feeling of his fingertips tracing your-

You shut your eyes tight and knock back your head, letting the alcohol fill your system. What was this, your 5th drink? If it could make you forget for just one night, it was good enough, was all you thought as you stumble to refill the cup. For the first night in two weeks, you wouldn't question your self-worth, you decided tonight would be your night.

You crush the plastic cup in your hands and throw it into the bin with a newfound determination coursing through your veins as you make your way toward the music. The living room is swimming with people, music blaring from a makeshift DJ booth at the front of the room, and coloured lights flicker and illuminate the blurry crowd of dancing students.

You make your way to the dance floor and begin to move along to the music. Although you start a little awkwardly, over the next hour you gradually feel the warmth and haziness from the alcohol engulf you, feeling the thudding of the bass sync with your heart as you become more and more confident.

In your dancing you suddenly notice the empty coffee table that's situated in the middle of the room right next to you. In a moment of impulsivity, you hoist yourself up on top. You wobble a little at the sudden movement, but looking out over the crowd, the world feels like your oyster. You giggle to yourself as you sway your hips drunkenly, trailing your hands over your body and through your hair, showing off, even winking at a cute guy in the crowd, feeling like the hottest girl alive.

You close your eyes as you dance, and the room feels electric, everyone staring at you, cheering, dancing along to your rhythm, their cameras flashing as you feel the best you have in two weeks. You reopen your eyes and feel your breath hitch in your throat, in the corner of the room, standing with a drink, you spot Warren, his gaze fixated on the same thing as everyone else's: you.

You feel your heart begin to pound, now wanting nothing more than to disappear. You quickly try to step off the table, but the crowd of tightly packed bodies gives you no room to escape. You feel as if you're about to throw up and try your best not to panic, looking for an exit from being the centre of attention.

Among the sea of faceless people, you see a hand extending toward you. You look and see it's the guy you had winked at before reaching to help you. You grab his hand and sigh in relief as he pulls you down from the table, holding you steady as you stumble out of the crowd. You look back to try and spot Warren but can't see him through the dancing mass of students. "Woah, you are totally gone", he chuckles as he leads you away from the lounge room. "Yeah, that was the idea", you mumble, holding your head in your palm as he brings you back towards the kitchen.

You lean against the counter and contemplate every decision you've ever made. Why the fuck was he here? Warren never came to these kinds of events, so why, of all nights, did he come here? Tonight? You groan into your hands and feel like crying. "Hey, this might help" You feel a hand on your back and, upon uncovering your face, are greeted with a glass of water. "Thanks", you mutter before taking a sip. Now in the better-lit kitchen you could get a decent look at this guy. It would be a lie to say he wasn't good-looking and he had been considerate enough to help you out, but the thought of Warren just a few rooms away gnawed at you.

He leans his hip on the counter, facing you with crossed arms. "I, uh, saw you wink at me during your little moment" he grins coyly. You bury your face in your palms once again as you remember, "Fuck. I did, didn't I?" You groan, questioning if Warren had seen that or not. "Yeah, you seem pretty wasted" " he chuckles before unashamedly looking you up and down, "How 'bout we ditch this place huh?" he suggests, an eagerness lacing his voice. You shut your eyes and curse your previous spark of confidence under your breath, now being faced with the chore of turning this guy down. "Like you said, I'm pretty drunk and I'm actually waiting for my friend so.." you manage to stammer as you slowly take a step back. "Oh come on. We'll be done before she even realises you're gone," He insists with a smirk, taking a step toward you.

You try taking another step back, but something blocks you. You let out a small gasp and your body shudders as you feel a hand trail its way from your lower back to your hip. You don't even need to turn around to know who the hand belongs to. "She's with me." Warren's voice is sombre and harsh as he glares at the boy who uncrosses his arms and laughs, "Excuse me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "I said she's with me, so back the fuck off", Warren repeats, tightening his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You look up at him and your heart stops as you realise how close his face is to yours. You notice the definition in his jaw as he clenches his teeth, eyes narrowed as he shoots daggers into the guy standing in front of you both. Warren was far from intimidating, but in this moment, all traces of his unserious and lighthearted self disappeared. The boy chuckles and brings his gaze back to you, a sceptical look on his face as if to say, 'no way he's serious'. You let out a shaky breath and reluctantly nod your head, facing Warren would be better than leaving with this guy. He scoffs and looks over your one last time before putting his hands up in surrender with a shrug, "Whatever, bitch", he mutters as he turns and leaves.

You let out a sigh and take an unsteady step away from Warren, his hand slipping from your waist. You now stand before him, barely able to look him in the eyes, "What the fuck was that?" you ask, your voice laced with more anger than intended. Warren shakes his head confused "Excuse me? That was me helping you", he states as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Oh, thank you Warren, my night in shining armour. Please. do you want a medal?" You snap back. His eyes fill with hurt as you mock him, he takes a shaky breath, "(Y/n) please, I just want to talk. I want to fix this" he pleads. Your throat tightens hearing the ache in his voice and you immediately regret drinking so much earlier, wishing you weren't so intoxicated right now. You sigh, "I'm still here aren't I?" You roll your eyes. You see his gaze soften as you agree to talk but the anxious look in his eyes quickly returns, "Not here", he insists as he looks around at the other people in the room.

Before you can say anything, he takes your hand and begins leading you through the house, taking you upstairs and into a bathroom far from the main action of the party, although you can still hear the music and chattering faintly. The two of you stand alone in the dim light, thoughts racing and hearts pounding, the millions of things you've wanted to say and yell and ask him over the past 2 weeks seem to escape your mind. His eyes gaze over you, taking in every feature and curve of your face as he stands in front of you, breathless. You take a small step back and he snaps back to reality, "S-sorry. I just.. haven't seen you in so long", he mutters apologetically. "Well, you wanted to talk? So talk" You murmur, your tone not so harsh now that it's just the two of you.

He anxiously rubs the back of his neck, clearly nervous, "I don't even know where to start", he whispers quietly. "What you said to me two weeks ago might be a good start" " you reply, a tang of bitterness still in your tone. He places a palm on his forehead, "That stupid argument", he groans painfully.

Your brows furrow, "Stupid?" you echo his words, the anger in your voice raising with your temper. He shakes his head "No- no, that's not what I meant" he tries to correct himself, clearly frustrated.

You turn your back to him trying to hide the pain in your face, "I gave you my ALL, Warren. Every part of me and you just.. it didn't mean anything to you. Do you know how much that hurts? But no, you're right, it's just stupid" You spit back, the alcohol from earlier making it hard to control the shake in your voice.

He takes a hesitant step toward you, wanting nothing more than to reach out and comfort you, but he refrains. "(y/n).. You know that's not what I meant-" he pleads. "Really? Do I know? I thought I knew two weeks ago too, but clearly, I was wrong" Your scolding sounds more like a sob as your emotions bubble over. "I never meant to hurt you", He whispers just loud enough for you to hear.

You take a shaky breath trying with all your might to stop the tears that sting your eyes. You turn and face him, "No, Warren, you don't get to play the intention card. I asked you what we were, what I meant to you and you couldn't even give me an answer. Months of sneaking around and keeping things a secret, I couldn't take it anymore. I want more, Warren. I want us. I want real, genuine love, not this friends-with-benefits bullshit!" You step toward him and point a finger into his chest, "You knew how I felt, and you knew you didn't feel the same. You knew how this would end, but you kept leading me on.. and you wanna say you 'didn't mean to hurt me'?" You sob, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks and onto the cold tile.

He stands with his mouth agape, unbreathing, still and completely silent as he takes in what you said. He inhales shakily before speaking. "Is that what you thought I meant?" he breaths. His question is genuine. You hear the anguish and guilt in his voice as his face melts into despair. Seeing you cry, his hesitancy instinctively disappears, and he begins to comfort you, with one hand, he softly holds your shoulder, placing the other on your cheek, gently wiping your tears with his thumb. "No, no, (y/n)... You can't seriously think that's how I felt, please.." His begs, utterly crushed.

You continue to cry, giving up on holding it in anymore, "'I don't know', that's the only answer you could give me Warren. Do you know how much it hurts to hear someone you've loved for so long tell you they don't know what you are to them ?" You break down into tears, taking his wrists and weakly trying to pull his hands away as you sob. He continues to wipe your cheeks despite your protest "I couldn't even think straight that day. I was scared out of my mind-" You cut him off, "You think I wasn't scared?" You cry, pushing his hand away forcefully

He shakes his head in distress, "No (y/n), that's not what I meant! You have it all wrong!" His retorts back exasperated. His voice is raised, not by a lot, but just enough to get you to stop interrupting him and hear what he has to say.

"God. I feel like everything I say is being misunderstood or comes out wrong!" He holds his head in his hands, taking a step back to breathe. "You think I don't also want more? I want to be so much more. I want to be more than just friends with benefits, I want to be more than just casual hookups, I want to be more than whatever the fuck we were before. That day, in your room, when you asked me what you meant to me, I froze, okay? My brain shut down and I went into panic mode and all I could say was 'I don't know' over and over because in all honesty, I don't know how to even begin explaining just how much you mean to me."

He goes quiet as he calms down and takes a deep breath before continuing, "That day, I was scared if I told you how I really felt you'd get freaked out and I'd end up fucking it all up and losing you. But I lost you anyways.. and on top of that I ended up hurting you."

He rubs the nape of his neck nervously leaning his head back as he finally confronts his feelings, "I've never felt this way about anyone and I don't know how to deal with it. Every time I see you I feel like I'm going insane. You have no idea how much of an effect you have on me."

He rubs his hands across his face restlessly, "These past two weeks without you have been absolute torture- I only came to this stupid party because I hoped that by some miracle you'd also be here and I'd see you. I knew I had to fix this because.. I'd never forgive myself for being stupid enough to lose the person that means the most to me." His breathing is fast as his heart beats out of his chest as he finally opens up to you about how he truly feels, something he's been too afraid to face for so long.

He places both his hands on your shoulders and looks deep into your soul, his eyes filled with longing and need, " I want us more than I've wanted anything else in my whole life.. Please"

You stand in shock, unable to speak. You look at him, instead of the heartless villain you'd convinced yourself he was, you see the boy you'd fallen in love with, vulnerable and honest, giving you his heart. You realise that all this time you'd let your anxieties manifest and cloud your vision, that all along you were just two teenagers in love too scared to admit what you felt. You see the desperation in Warren's eyes as he tries to fix the mistakes he's made, and you feel yourself melt from the inside out. You nod softly as you lean into him.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he gently pats your head, letting you cry into his shoulder. He buries his face in your hair, breathing you in as he squeezes you tighter. You feel him exhale shakily as he holds you, the tension and anxiety slowly dissolving from his body as he grasps the fact you're in his arms again. "I really thought I'd lost you", he quietly whispers into your neck, you hear the tears in his voice as he brings you closer.

You grasp the fabric of his shirt tightly as you finally embrace him after weeks apart. "I missed you so much" " you mutter as you close your eyes and feel his warmth blanket you. He caresses your head softly, "I'm not going anywhere", he reassures you.

You pull away slightly and look him in his eyes. You see his cheeks are wet from his tears and he looks away embarrassed. You softly cup his jaw, pulling him to face you again and begin to gently wipe his cheeks dry. He looks at you through heavy eyelids as he leans into your touch. He places his hand over yours, "I want to be official this time." he says nervously. He pauses and takes a deep breath as he swallows his fears, "(y/n) would you.. be my girlfriend?" his words are quiet and nervous as the questions hangs in the silence between you.

Time stops as you hear the words leave his mouth and you feel his heart pounding through his chest. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes widen as you feel your own heart explode. As the words register in your mind your eyes soften and you smile back at him softly, "I'd love nothing more" you whisper just loud enough for him to hear. You watch as the worry leaves his face as he takes a deep breath and he smiles back at you tenderly.

He slowly brings a hand to your jaw and leans in as you close your eyes you stand on your toes. He erases the gap between you, kissing you gently. He breathes you in, missing every part of you as he's reminded of how addicting you are. "No more secrecy, no more hiding" He continues kissing you as he talks "I want everyone in this town to know I'm yours" " he mutters into your lips, his words muffled by his kisses. You giggle at his eagerness as you kiss him back, "I like the sound of that".

As you laugh you suddenly hear a familiar voice from outside "(Y/n) are you in there?!" you hear your friend call drunkenly from outside the door. You and Warren both become paralysed, your attention snaps toward the world outside the bathroom as you hear her open the door without warning. "(Y/n)! Guess what! Apparently Warren is here tonight an-" she freezes in her tracks, eyes wide and jaw on the floor seeing the two of you in a heated embrace, his hands on your lower back and your fingers in his hair. She blinks in shock before speaking, "Oh, hi Warren..." She says awkwardly, glancing at you with a look that screams 1000 words before she begins to back away. "Okay, I'm just gonna..." she trails off as she closes the door, leaving the two of you alone again.

You stand in silence for a moment, still looking at the door before you burst out into laughter. "Oh my god, I have so much explaining to do", you groan as you lean your head on Warrens chest. He chuckles at your embarrassment, "It'll be okay",  he reassures you as he pats your back, still holding you tenderly. You look up at him, "Yeah, it'll be okay", you echo back. He looks at you, eyes filled with warmth and affection. He was right, it would be okay, because right now in his warm embrace, nothing had ever felt more right.

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[risswirly]

Resolutions and Revelations

SYNOPSIS: You and your neighbour decide to spend the start of the New Year together and end up acting on some long unaddressed feelings GENRE: fluff NOTE: I know its only September. Sue me!! WORD COUNT: 1.9k

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Glancing at your phone's clock you watch as the minutes ticked away, slowly inching towards midnight. Your house was silent, with the rest of your family attending a New Year's Eve party you'd decided to skip. You open your bedroom window and close your eyes, feeling a rush of cool air dance over your skin as the tree outside rustles in the breeze. Upon reopening your eyes you notice your neighbour's light is on.

The glow from Warren's bedroom light caught your gaze, which wasn't hard considering your windows looked directly into each other. The only obstacle between them was the separating fence below and the sturdy tree that bridged the gap. From your room, you can hear the melody of a song he's playing aloud and you smile, watching his silhouette move around the room. Despite only seeing his distorted shadow on his blinds, you can still make out his goofy dance moves as he sings along. 

Chuckling to yourself you grab your phone, "Wow, I never knew you had such musical talent" you teasingly send. You watch as he goes to check the notification. The music is suddenly turned off and he quickly draws the blinds and opens his window. You burst into laughter once you see his half-embarrassed half-pissed off expression, a rosy pink flushed in his cheeks. "(Y/N)!! This is a violation of my privacy!" He proclaims as you continue your laughing fit "Is this how you want to start the new year? By making fun of your best friend?" He says over dramatically, trying to fight off the smirk making its way onto his face.  "Do you want to start the year with a private concert in your room?" You taunt back after finally catching your breath, a large grin still plastered on your face. "Not very private anymore is it?" He huffs jokingly as he opens his window fully and moves to the side, silently inviting you in. 

The signal is far from foreign to you and you begin to climb out your window, feeling the chilly air leave a trail of goosebumps on your skin as you find your footing on the thick branches of the tree between your windows. You carefully climb your way over to his room, a trip you had both made many a time over the years. You make it to the other side and he reaches out to you. He tightly holds your hand in his as you climb over the windowsill making sure to keep you steady.

You smile at him dorkily, wincing in a silent apology for teasing his singing. He looks back down at you with his arms crossed and an unamused look in his eyes, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His gaze lingers over your features for a moment before he sighs, "Roof?" he asks quietly. Your expression softens once you see he's not actually angry and you nod in agreement. 

He climbs back out the window you had just come in from. Once he's made sure he has a steady footing, he turns back extending his hand again, you take it without question. He holds your hand as he navigates the branch path to the roof of his front porch leading you along carefully. You and Warren both know you don't need guidance or assistance, its a climb you had made since you were little kids. Yet without fail, he insists on holding onto you to make sure you don't slip or fall. When you were younger you'd hated it and would tease him saying he was just secretly scared he would be the one to slip, but now as your feelings for him shifted and grew you didn't protest it  and instead found it.. comforting. Although he'd still probably do it anyways, it wasn't hard to tell he just wanted a reason to hold your hand. 

Only once the two of you are seated comfortably on the tiles does he reluctantly let go. You look out onto the street blow, some houses have their lights on to stay up for the count while others were out celebrating elsewhere. In the distance a few streets back ahead can hear the soft chatter of a crowd, most likely gathered in the park close by to set off their own fireworks. 

Warren lets out a deep breath as he leans back on his hands, "Another year gone.." he mutters softly, a tinge of disheartenment in his voice. The air between you is silent for a moment as you contemplate his words, "Thats not necessarily a bad thing" you reply. He glances at you quizzically, rising an eyebrow. You turn back to look at the night sky "Well, new years isn't just about leaving behind the past, its also about welcoming the future and celebrating the opportunities it can bring. Thats why people make resolutions and things like that."  You state with a shrug. He looks at you tenderly with a soft smile, "That is such a you thing to say" he chuckles lightly to himself. You scoff, not entirely sure what he means, "Why? Does Mr pessimist not have a resolution?". 

He sighs and looks up at the stars as he thinks for a moment,  "Study more? Be nicer?" he replies, not entirely convinced. He remains silent for a few seconds "I don't know... I don't really know what I'm doing at all" he mutters quietly. You turn to look at him and see the uncertainty and apprehension in his eyes as he gazes into the heavens above looking for some kind of answer. It wasn't very often Warren showed such emotional vulnerability but you know deep down that these are the moments that mean the most to him.

You slowly slide your hand towards his, gently resting your fingers on top of his own. His pulls his gaze away from the sky and looks down at where your fingertips comfort his. You watch as the worry fades from his expression and he gives you a weak smile, "Well what about you? Whats your resolution?" He asks changing the topic, but the fondness in his eyes tells you he genuinely wants to know. 

"Well.." You say as you search your mind for possible ideas, your eyes roam around as you think until they land on your hand resting on top of his. "I'm tired of being scared of what might happen. I just want to go for things and avoid the regret of 'what if'... you know?" You gaze into his eyes looking for a sense of understanding only to be met with a sly grin. 

The corners of his mouth struggle to remain serious, "That was by far the most cliche resolution I've ever heard" He smirks at you teasingly.  He starts to sob, "Wow (y/n) that really touched my heart" He says pretending to wipe tears from his cheeks. You glare back at him unimpressed, "Warren, I'm about 2 seconds away from pushing you off this roof" you jokingly threaten as he laughs. "At least my goal was better than yours, StUdY mOrE??" you add mockingly, removing your hand from his to gently elbow his side. "No way, at least I'll probably actually do mine" he chuckles as he knocks you back with his shoulder. "Whatever" you finally surrender as you roll your eyes with a small grin, amused by his childishness.

The two of you return to comfortable silence as you listen to the bustling of the distant party, the chilly breeze still nipping at your skin. However, your mind continues to race as you repeat your resolution to yourself again and again. "But, Im serious" You mutter quietly almost half to yourself. Warren turns to look at you and he can hear the vulnerability in your voice. A tang of guilt spreads through him as he regrets making fun of you earlier. "What do you mean?" he asks softly. 

"I really am tired of being afraid. Life's too short, the last thing I want to do is waste it and end up regretting it later." You continue, although the resolution had been a quick idea you speak fully believing in what you're saying. He looks at you, a little taken aback by how genuine and passionate you are about the subject. As he watches the hope sparkle in your eyes he feels his heart quicken, his throat feels tight as he tries to calm his breathing but the thudding in his chest becomes impossible for him to ignore. "No regrets huh.." His words come out softer than intended. After another moment he clears his throat "I um... I have an idea" he says nervously.

You look back at him silently waiting for him to continue. "Do you trust me?" he asks with a slight waver in his voice. You nod silently, your eyes scan his face trying to decode what he's getting at. he takes a shaky breath "Okay, close your eyes". You follow. You hear as he shuffles closer and feel his shoulder brush against yours. "You um.. you wont be mad at me right?" he asks unsure. "I don't even know what you're doing, do I?" you reply sarcastically. "Right sorry. Just keep your eyes closed" His voice drenched in nerves. "Warren." You say softly, comforting him but unable to hide your slight impatience. "Right, sorry" He repeats again cringing at himself.

You hear as he takes a deep breath, his shoulder presses into yours as you feel him lean closer to you. Your heart begins to race as you question if what you think is about to happen is real, but you don't dare open your eyes. You bite your lip as you feel his fingers delicately tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before trailing down to cup your jaw. You feel his warmth as he gently pulls you in, leaning closer as you feel his breath on your lips. Oh my god, it really was about to happen. His breath shakes and he hesitates. You feel him start to retreat, his hand slipping from your cheek as nerves and adrenaline engulf him. But you aren't about to let this go, not after avoiding the topic for so long, not after being so painfully obvious that you liked each other and doing nothing about it for years. 

Your hand quickly finds the nape of his neck, dragging him back in. You feel his lips press into yours, a hunger taking over him as he cups your face and pulls you closer. Your fingers get tangled in his hair as you kiss tenderly, moving in perfect rhythm. You barely hear the distant counting down as your senses go wild, filled only by Warrens touch. 

You're suddenly startled as you hear a distant screeching and then a loud bang. The two of you break away looking up at the sky to see a spectacular glittering explosion of vivid colour decorating the sky. Dazzling bursts of sparkles and light illuminate the street in shades of blues, pinks, purples and reds. You faintly hear cheering and celebrating from within houses and the park as the clock strikes midnight. You gaze up at the firework display in awe, taking it all in while still reeling from the excitement of the kiss. You look over at Warren, expecting him to be focused on the sky only to find him already gazing at you with adoring eyes and a idiotic smile plastered on his face.

You smile warmly and kiss him again gently "Happy New Year Warren" you whisper as you pull away, resting your head on his shoulder. He plants a soft peck on the top of your head, "Happy new Year (y/n)" he echos back before resting his own head on yours. The two of you sit and watch the fireworks quietly, nervous for the year ahead. However, deep down you know you'll be just fine by each others side.

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[risswirly]

Hi hi!! I read your first two works and they are incredible!!! I need some more fics of my pookie warren to fuel my soul. (There isn't nearly enough..) anyways I would like to make a suggestion/request. Could you write one where you're Warren's best friend and you both always make 'jokes' about being in love with each other and being soulmates but you both think the other one is actually joking so they don't confess out of fear but there's so much tension and one day, (you decide who) someone can't take it anymore and do something about the tension and it leads to confessions and wanting to make up for lost time? Thank you for reading and I can't wait to read more of your stuff <3

You Know Me

SYNOPSIS: After constantly joking about being in love, keeping your feelings for your best friend a secret only becomes harder and harder GENRE: fluff and a touch of angst NOTE: I loved writing this request!! Hopefully I was able to do it justice (^_^) WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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The halls bustle with chatter and laughter as students excitedly leave school for the weekend. You exit your last-period classroom and make your way to your locker, a smile creeping onto your face when you spot him scrolling on his phone waiting for you. You stifle your grin as you approach him.

He glances up at you and pockets his cell, "Well, it's about time you showed up" he teases, rolling his eyes jokingly. You open your locker and return your books, sorting through the various sheets and notes stuffed into the pages from earlier classes, "Oh calm down, it hasn't even been 5 minutes,  Mr Taylor was giving us extra homework" You explain grouchily glancing back up at him, amused by his impatience. You shut your locker door and the two of you begin to walk towards the school's exit. "You know if I was anyone else they probably wouldn't have waited for you" he states matter-of-factly. You scoff, "What? Do you want to be rewarded with a kiss or something?" You tease, making kissing faces towards him as he chuckles. "Yeah, maybe I would" he jokes back, mimicking your smooching face.

These kinds of jokes had become the norm for you and Warren, saying you were in love, joking about being in a relationship, it was banter you made on the daily. The two of you had practically been inseparable since becoming friends at the start of high school. It didn't matter how you felt or what you were doing, Warren was just someone you were always happy to be around. You understood each other better than anyone else and felt comfortable discussing any topic or feeling. 

Well, with one exception, of course, the pitiful crush you'd had on him for years. Even after many attempts to move on and convince yourself those feelings didn't exist the ache in your heart always lingered. Every joke was a confession hidden in plain sight. Every lingering gaze was a cry for something more. But, in the end, it was all just a joke to him. No matter how much you wished it was real you remind yourself that he saw you as nothing more than a friend. So because of that, you stayed silent, swallowed your pride, played along and kept your feelings secret, pretending your heart didn't yearn for him every day.

The two of you walk across the campus towards the dorm building, agreeing to do homework in your room today since you'd gone to Warren's yesterday. As you walk, you rant about a bad class you'd had earlier while Warren listens, laughing and occasionally commenting. Eventually, you make it to the girl's dormitories, he has no trouble navigating your door since he spends about as much time in your room as his own. 

He opens the door for you, holding it as he waits for you to enter before him. You raise your eyebrows with a smirk "Wooow, a true gentleman. My family would love you" You comment with a chuckle, you feel a slight pang in your heart as you realise the truth your statement holds. It's true, if he ever made the trip to visit your family your mum would absolutely adore him and you can already picture him and your sibling being good friends. You quickly shake the thought from your head as you enter the room, reminding yourself again that it was never going to happen. 

He closes your door behind him "Speaking of, my grandma wants to know how you are, she was asking me earlier when I was waiting at your locker." He says as he drops his bag to the floor beginning to take out his homework. "No way! Tell her I'm doing great and that I'll come over again soon" Your face lights up at the mention of Warren's grandma who you had met a few times when you'd gone into town to visit his family. "Warn me beforehand, last time you came over she didn't stop asking me why we weren't dating for like, a week." He grumbles and you giggle lightly at his dismay. 

After you both settle down a bit you begin to do some work. As you reluctantly write your English essay, Warren makes a start on a chemistry quiz. Around an hour passes by and the two of you do a decent job at not getting distracted with the exception of some light chatter.

Warren huffs quietly as he struggles on the last question, prompting you to glance up at him without moving your head. You notice his hair hanging slightly in front of his face, your eyes trailing over the curves in his features, even the way he furrowed his brows in confusion seemed effortlessly perfect. You feel a pang in your heart as you fight the urge to reach out to him. You snap out of your trance, quickly averting your eyes away again. God damn it, longing glances and admiring the details of his face was not a part of keeping your feelings secret. Even after gluing your eyes back to your notebook, you feel the burden of desire weigh heavy in your heart.

After a few moments, you hear Warren sound an "ohhhhh" of realisation as he deciphers the equation. You chuckle lightly at his reaction, "What was the solution?" You ask despite your lack of chemistry knowledge. He smiles to himself pleased before answering, "I completely miscounted the number of bonds, which is why the additional electron pair was making no sense!" He continues to rabble on about his prior mistake and how the work should have been done, but that's not what you really cared about. You watch endearingly as his eyes light up with excitement while he explains the chemistry, and the proud smile that grows on his face as he gains confidence in his knowledge. He suddenly stops himself, "You have no clue what I'm saying do you?" He takes his eyes off his work and smirks back at you bashfully. You smile back playfully and shake your head. "Then why did you even ask?" he laughs back confused. You take a quick moment to think about it, "You look cute when you geek out" you reply in all honesty with a shrug. "Just admit you're in love with me" He teases back. "There's no point in admitting it if you already know" you say as he laughs.

He rolls his eyes with a scoff, however as you watch his face you see his playful demeanour dissolve. His smile slowly fades and his eyelids grow heavy as a million thoughts and emotions rush through his head.  He clenches his jaw, "Um, I should probably go actually" he mumbles, hurriedly gathering his things. His change in behaviour catches you off guard "What? I-" You quickly stop what you're doing and look back at him concerned and confused. As he stands to go you follow him, quickly picking yourself up off your carpet. "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, I only called you a geek as a joke" You explain desperately, worry setting in as you apologise. You grab ahold of the hem of his shirt in a moment of panic before he reaches the door and he stops in his tracks, back still turned to you. He takes a shaky breath, "I just... can't do it anymore" He says quietly, his voice laced with hurt and dejection. 

You let go of his shirt and your arm drops limply to your side. "Can't do what?" You ask slowly, voice barely above a whisper, the air around you drenched in tension. He finally turns to face you, eyes filled with sorrow and desperation. "I can't keep pretending (y/n). All this joking and teasing, saying things like we're in love? I can't keep acting like it isn't real to me." he confesses as you stand frozen wide-eyed in shock. Your breath hitches in your throat as your heart begins to pound in your ears "Warren-" you manage to choke taking a step toward him but he stops you. "(y/n) wait, please. I've waited years to tell you this. I just... I just want to get this off my chest okay?" He smiles at you pleadingly before continuing. " Every time we joke about being together or meeting each other's families or going on dates, every single time, I get this unbearable ache in my heart knowing it isn't real. Knowing it doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to me." He places a hand on his chest gripping the fabric of his shirt.

He takes a deep breath and runs his finger through his hair, "But I can't keep lying to you.. and I can't keep lying to myself either. I, I'm sorry I ruined it... that's all I had to say" he gives you an apologetic smile, eyes filled with sorrow and regret. 

After a moment of silence, you sigh "Are you done now?" you ask calmly. He pauses and blinks back at you for a second, confused at your reaction "Um.. yeah I guess so?" He stammers bewildered. Your eyes soften and you smile at him warmly. "Good." is all you say as you take a step closer to him, the proximity between you now limited. 

His eyes quickly scan your expression as you softly cup either side of his face. His confusion melts into longing as you gently pull him closer towards you, his hands hover hesitantly over your body unsure of what to do with them. Your breaths tangle with each other as your hearts beat rapidly, uncertain yet so sure at the same time. You let your lips linger close to his, giving him room to back out if this isn't what he wants. But he knows what he wants, and he knows he's never wanted anything more in his life than this, and he takes the plunge.

His eyes flutter shut and he leans in and closes that remaining gap between you, gently pressing his lips into yours. It's light and hesitant but after a moment he pulls back slightly and takes a deep breath. "Fuck" he mutters to himself before diving back in. As your lips collide again you feel a sense of hunger wash over you as you finally act upon the feelings you had hidden for so long. He kisses you more desperately this time, as if he's kissing you with the passion and tension that has built up over the years of yearning and unspoken feelings. His hands find the small of your back, pressing your body to his as you stand on your toes. 

Electricity and warmth shoot through your entire body as his fingers trail up your back, pulling you into his tight embrace, wanting more of you as he gains confidence. Your arms wrap around his neck and your lips move in perfect rhythm and it feels like your heart explodes when you feel him smile softly as you kiss him tenderly. You make your way over to your bed, pulling him on top of you as you lay down. The world around fades away into nothing as your senses become consumed by the passion of the long overdue moment. 

He pulls away breathlessly, your heart practically beating out of your chest. "you have no idea how long I've wanted this" He pants softly still holding you tightly not wanting to let you go now that he has you. You smile back at him, unable to speak but you undoubtedly trust he knows you feel the same. He gently places a kiss on your forehead, "I think I would be happy if I could just kiss you forever" He chuckles, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You look up at him and bite your lip nervously, "Does... this make us like.. official now?" You ask.

He pulls away, breaking your hug prompting you both to sit upright, a horrified look plastered on his face, "Fuck no! There's no way I'm going to let my miserable breakdown be how I finally ask you to be my girlfriend. I am going to give you the romantic, thought-out, grand gesture you deserve."  He says firmly almost looking offended you'd suggest such a thing. He takes ahold of your hands, "Just.. give me some time to plan it, okay?" he admits sheepishly. His pleading face makes you crack a smile "I've waited this long haven't I?" you chuckle. He gazes at you tenderly, his worried expression dissolving away, "What did I do to deserve you?" He asks before showering you with quick pecks all over your face and neck sending you into a fit of laughter as you lay back down. 

he tenderly plants a lingering kiss on your lips again before pulling away slightly. You gently push his hair out of his face taking a deep breath, "We wasted so much time" you whisper, a tinge of sadness in your tone. He caresses your cheek softly with his thumb "We have so much time to make up for it" He whispers back, smiling at you lovingly. 

You smile too knowing he's right, because looking into his eyes you see a world of opportunity and everything you've ever wanted. 

Looking into yours, he sees the world.

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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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[risswirly]

Silent Sparks

SYNOPSIS: You and Warren are having a movie night but things get a little awkward when you wonder if your feelings are reciprocated or not GENRE: fluff NOTE: First time writing!!! Sorry there's barely any dialogue I kinda wanted the tension to feel unspoken if ykwim WORD COUNT: 1.4k

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Warren thoughtfully shuffles through his CD collection, gazing upon each film and thinking it over in his mind for a moment before moving on to the next as if his selection holds great significance for your movie night, despite the fact it was now a common occurrence. Your room was lit dimly, illuminated only by the ambient warm glow of a lamp and the TV screen waiting for a disk to be inserted. Huddled under the warmth of your blankets you wait patiently for him to pick which movie the two of you would watch this time.

He brings a hand to his chin thinking hard "Hmm lets goo... Scott Pilgrim!" he finally picks with a pleased grin, taking the disk out of its case and into the DVD player. You scoff lightly "All that thinking for a movie we've already watched a million times?" you look back at him with a raised eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips amused by his choice. He quickly grabs the remote before joining you on your bed huddling under your blankets excitedly. He climbs into the space next to you and you feel his side press against yours as he shuffles around finding a comfortable position. "What can I say, I'm a sucker for Edgar Write's directing" he replies with a shrug, "You act as if this isn't one of your favourite movies too" he adds teasingly, the grin on his face unwavering. You roll your eyes shaking your head lightly, unable to argue with his choice. 

As the movie begins you huddle up into him, gently resting against him with your head on the side of his shoulder. After almost a year of being friends you were at a point in your friendship where physical intimacy no longer felt awkward or uncertain, although it never went anything beyond quick greeting hugs or leaning on each other it still managed to make your heart beat just that little bit faster making you wonder if it meant more than you knew it did. 

As you bring yourself closer to warrens side he carefully wraps his arm around you resting his hand on your opposite shoulder. you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and thank god he's too focused on the opening credits to notice how red you've become. 

Eyes glued to the film his hand begins to fidget, slowly he starts to mindlessly play with the ends of your hair, twirling it around, delicately folding it through his fingers. You curse to yourself in your mind reminding yourself this probably meant nothing and take a deep breath, doing your best not to alert him, trying to focus on the movie once more and stop the out of control fluttering in your stomach. 

Eventually you're able to engage with the movie, your heart rate accustoming to the close proximity. As the narrative plays the two of you laugh and make comments here and there about the plot and characters 

"what do you mean Envy is the best ex? She isn't even in the league of evil exes, she doesn't count!" Warren argues against your comment about the best villain, trying not to let his smile peek through his serious expression. "Look she had a cool ass song ensemble and is hot as hell aaannd technically she's Scott's ex, so she counts" You retort back with a smug look on your face. Warren peers down at you, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed attempting to look menacing... or angry? You couldn't really tell considering he was just about the least intimidating nerd on the planet. Looking at his grumpy expression you burst out into laughter at how silly he looks trying to act mad. While he tries to keep the act up he fails to stop the grin tugging at his lips.

As you laugh you cant help but feel comfortable in his presence. You watch as his eyes gaze over your face, melting into a soft smile, amused as you giggle at him. this felt right, being with him just made everything feel so easy. 

In your laughter, you begin to shuffle around again readjusting your posture, sinking deeper into the couch. As you settle into your new spot, without thinking you gently snake your arm around Warren's abdomen holding him by his waist under the blanket. You don't realise how intimate your actions are until you hear his sharp breath and feel the sensation of his warm skin on your cold fingertips where his shirt had risen slightly. You feel his inhale under your arm resting on his stomach and sit completely frozen in shock for a moment before regaining your senses and quickly retreating your arm. 

He holds his breath in for a second, taken aback. "oh um" he mutters quietly after a moment. You sit upright, eyes wide, startled by your own impulsive actions. "I- Im so sorry. I didn't mean to..." you stammer, unsure of what to say. You look at his face and see his own eyes are wide, a mix of emotions splayed out over his features. flustered? confused? uncomfortable? Each looking like the other in an unreadable blur. 

"I wasn't thinking, sorry" You explain, finally getting the words out cohesively looking down at your lap unable to meet his gaze. You shuffle away slightly hoping that the distance would make him feel less uncomfortable, that is.. if he was uncomfortable.? maybe he didn't mind it? God, what were you even thinking!. "no no, its okay, really" he replies hurriedly sitting upright. 

You turn your head back to the movie and sit limply with your hands resting on either said of your lap on top of the blanket. Somehow feeling colder with the unusual distance between the two of you. Although your eyes were fixated on the screen the film was the last thing on your mind, repeatedly replaying the last minute in your head over an over. 

Warren returns his eyes to the movie as well, brows furrowed as he questions what just happened. He glances at you pensively gently nibbling on his bottom lip deep in thought unable to shake the weight in his stomach. 

He sits completely still for a minute, then slowly, without taking his eyes off the tv screen, lifts his arms over the blanket resting them at his sides. Even though the action is small his heart races uncontrollably as he gathers all his courage.

As you continue to space out, regretting every decision you've ever made, you notice in the corner of your peripheral the smallest of movements. Turning your head slightly towards Warren curiously you're able to see what it is.

Silently, eyes still glued to the screen, he inches his hand ever so slowly toward your own. Little by little his fingers glide over the blanket reaching for the warmth of your skin again. You look up at his face trying to gauge his emotions as your heart quickens. You notice the pink tint in his cheeks and his ragged breathing, similar to your own. 

Slowly, you also begin to move your fingers towards his, heart racing. Your pinkies graze each other ever so lightly but it's enough to send electricity through your whole body. However, he doesn't stop there, you sit still as his fingers explore your hand, delicately tracing over your knuckles and nails. You turn over your hand so your palm is exposed and you hear Warren shakily exhale before he intertwines his fingers with yours. You smile silently to yourself as you feel his warm skin against yours and as he rubs his thumb against the side of your hand you mentally note just how soft his touch is.

Feeling a rush of adrenaline and excitement you decide to be brave and shuffle closer to him until your sides are pressed together and you snuggle deeper under the covers. Using the hand that Warren isn't holding tenderly, you warp your arm around his abdomen, resting your head on his chest, your heart beating out of your own worrying that maybe you had misinterpreted the situation.

You glance up at Warren's face hoping to see what hes feeling in his expression. All your worries quickly dissolve when you see the wide, dorky grin plastered proudly on Warren's face. He looks back down at you giggling giddily, cheeks ablaze. "what?" he chuckles. You smile back at him tenderly, feeling yourself melt into him "You're an idiot" you snicker, turning your head back to the movie, your heart feels light in your chest and you think it may burst at any moment if he keeps looking at you like this. "Shut up" is all he says back before gently leaning his head, resting it on yours. 

Throughout the rest of the movie, the smile never leaves his face as the two of you cuddle together in your dorm. Warren, that dork. What in the world were you going to do with him.

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[risswirly]

Hiii :3

My name is Rissa, I'm 18 and I go by she/her!!

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I made this blog/account because I noticed theres barely any Warren Graham x reader works out there. As a Warren-lover myself I wanna help feed this very tiny part of the Life is Strange fandom because yall are starving out here!! ToT

^(check out @silvvermst, they have a bunch of great warren fics)

Im very new to tumblr and and this is quite literally my first ever post so I'm sorry if it takes me a bit to figure out all the mechanics.

If u have requests or ideas you'd like me to write pls send them!! Sometimes I run out of inspo so suggestions would help a lot.

I hope u enjoy!!

~ Rissa xoxo

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