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he's a complete asshole and a criminal but god, he was a good character but was doomed by the narrative

Doomed by the narrative duo T_T

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hi life is strang-ers are you guys still alive and kicking

I like Warren a lot

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Hello,I don’t know if I can leave any requests,but I will try suggesting a Warren scenario anyway…

Warren and reader is in established relationship.Maybe you could write about him doing some experiment in the school lab(maybe it’s his homework)with reader,but they keep on distracting him with flirting and touching.Warren tries to brush the reader off trying to act professional and scientific,yet he’s blushing and all.In the end,he finally stops trying to do his science project and just gives into the teasing.

I hope you like the scenario😅It’s honestly my first time suggesting such things because Warren indeed has so little amount of fanfics it’s incredible!Even Nathan has more…

DISTRACTION

NOTE: i'm so sorry for my late submission T^T i miss u guys sm and i hope u enjoy this self-indulgent fic

TYPE: fluff / implied smut

The sterile scent of ethanol and metal hung in the air, and the faint hum of the school lab’s fluorescent lights was the only sound—aside from Warren’s steady scribbling on his notebook and the occasional bubbling of some chemical in the flask. You were there to ruin every fiber of his concentration, to the point where his goggles sat slightly askew, curls frizzing just a little under the heat of your touch.

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, adjusting a pipette with trembling precision. “Two drops of sodium chloride… then stir gently… just a basic reaction… nothing crazy…”

“Sounds intense,” you said, voice low, eyes trailing over his soft features. “Your hands always shake like that when you're handling chemicals, or is it just when I’m around?”

Due to your simple words, Warren fumbled the pipette and caught it just before it hit the counter. “I—it’s concentration. A delicate chemical process. Not—whatever that was.”

You tilted your head, all faux innocence. “I was just making an observation. You like those, right? Scientific method and all?”

“Yeah, well, scientific observations don’t usually come with sultry undertones,” he said, cheeks turning a shade redder than the litmus paper by his elbow.

You sat on a stool next to him, chin resting on your palm, watching his every move with a smirk. “Do you really have to finish this?”

Your words fell on deaf ears, it was evident that his whole senses were back to his science project once again, engrossed by the beakers and flasks in front of him. “Okay, if I just increase the saline solution by 5ml and—” he muttered, carefully measuring a clear liquid into the beaker.

Once he was finished with one task and you saw him place down the beaker carefully, your movements were fast to blow a tiny puff of air to his ears, causing it to immediately turn red before shivering. “Babe, I know you’re very bored right now, but I really need to finish this for tomorrow’s presentation.”

He covered his ear with his gloved hand, trying his hardest to create some distance between the two of you. “You’re so hot when you talk science,” you whispered, voice soft but teasing.

Warren blinked, pausing mid-pour. “H—Huh?”

You closed the gap between the two of you again, just enough for your fingers to lightly pull his arm away from his face. “Like, really. The goggles? The coat? Full-on mad scientist fantasy.”

Warren coughed, ears turning a deep shade of pink. “I���uh—it’s just a chemistry project.”

“Sure, it is, but still, hearing you talk about your favourite things is my favourite.” His focus seems to be wavering each moment passes, and it didn’t slip your notice by the way his throat bobs and his deep sighs turn into slight gasps with your slight touches.

He flinched slightly, trying to regain composure through coughing. “We are working with fragile compounds. Your distracting behavior could lead to combustion. Or, worse, contamination.”

It was just like your first anniversary. He was all talk and no bark, but the moment the two of you ended up in his bedroom, he was sitting at the edge of his bed, looking like a tomato when you took off your shirt. And now, you were glad he didn’t change. He still looks at you with so much sincerity and love from the moment you confessed to him.

You leaned closer, your breath brushing the shell of his ear. “You saying my tone’s distracting, Graham?”

“I’m saying everything you’re doing is distracting.” He tried to wave a hand, but it just ended up brushing your thigh. His eyes widened. “That wasn’t—I wasn’t trying to—”

You laughed at his confession. “My boyfriend is so adorable.”

He huffed and pointed at the beaker. “Adorable doesn’t pass chemistry. Now please, for the love of thermodynamics, just let me finish this reaction—”

“Fine, I’ll be good,” you said, drawing back with an exaggerated sigh. “So obedient.”

Warren glanced at you skeptically, then returned to the flask, mumbling, “God help me.”

But of course, he should know by now the glint of your eyes when you're lying or how your loving smile turns mischievous. His concentration didn’t even last for five seconds before pressing your lips on his cheeks, leaving a slight shine to it from your lip gloss.

He hissed your name in response, eyes darting around the door like a teacher might materialize out of thin air. 

“What? I didn’t touch the experiment.” You asked, biting your lower lip from bursting out laughing at how he looks. Earlier, he looked too much of a professional that he might be a chemist at this point, but now, he looked disheveled because of you, because of your constant teasing and flirting.

He let out a shaky sigh. “You touched me.”

“Well, Dr. Graham, I’m conducting an experiment as well as you see,” you replied sweetly. “I’m testing your ability to multitask under pressure.”

He groaned and let his head drop dramatically. “I’m never going to finish this lab report, am I?”

“It depends if you stop resisting and just kiss me already, then I might just leave you alone to finish this project.” You held up your right hand before continuing, “I promise, no distractions whatsoever.”

“Fuck it.” He pulled his gloves and tossed them to the counter before hopping off the stool he was sitting on to come between your thighs. “Ten minutes.”

“Time limit is non-negotiable; I decide when we stop.” You placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

He thought about it for a few seconds. "Science can wait," he muttered before he pulled you by the collar to clash into yours with the intensity of pent-up energy that only weeks of late-night lab work and your constant teasing could create. 

His hands that were usually so calculated and careful, now tangled in your hair with a sort of frantic precision, pulling you closer as if chemistry didn’t exist beyond the heat between your bodies. Which made you gasp against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tilting his head and moving with surprising confidence for someone who just two minutes ago was blushing over saline measurements.

The stool beneath you wobbled slightly, on instant you shot up your hands to his shoulders to stabilize yourself, and in turn, he rested his on your waist, keeping you in place. Once he was able to come back to reality after he was drowning from your lips, he was quick to create some distance between the two of you.

“We’re gonna get detention if we knock over something radioactive.”

“I’ll take the risk,” you whispered before your hands slithered on his chest, tracing the hem of his lab coat, trying to hear how fast and loud his heartbeat is.

He groaned, cheeks still flushed, and his voice was low as if the two of you would be caught if he spoke loud enough. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

You laughed at his comment, in contrast to keeping his voice quiet. Your hands reached his cheeks, trying to make him look at you, but his eyes settled on the floor, clearly aware of how hot and bothered he had become. He’s still as red as a tomato like back then, but his actions and words are completely different once he got into it. 

“Death by makeout in Lab 3-B. At least it’ll be a scientific mystery.” This time, he laughed at your joke before resting his forehead against yours. 

You felt his hands that were perfectly resting on your waist gave a slight squeeze, “We really shouldn’t—” He tried to say it. (Trust me, he really did), but your fingers were already stripping him off his lab coat, and whatever point he was trying to make fizzled on his tongue. It was only the sweetness of your mouth that he could fucking taste.

“Say the word, Warren,” you murmured, lips brushing down his jaw, just to slightly push him over the edge. 

But it looked as if he was the one who sent himself over the edge as he sharply breathed to not lose himself with your scent, but that was all thrown out the window when you kissed him again—harder this time. His hands immediately went to your side to hoist you up and guided you to sit on the counter away from all those glassware, which had been long forgotten, along with his science report.

And somewhere in the back of his mind, Warren made a mental note: Never run an experiment with your significant other again unless you're ready to become the variable.

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HOW CAN PEOPLE SAY HE WAS SCARY IN THIS PART???? if scary, why so silly shape???

Max’s nightmare:

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GOLDEN HOUR

SYNOPSIS: A different perspective with a different struggle. Please welcome, Selene McKenzie. Better known by her rival as Sil.

NOTE: it's my first time inserting an original character, so, pls plsss give me some criticisms to improve her character if u ever feel she's too hollow

SELENE

It has been weeks since she started working here, so far, this was the best pay she got from her part-time jobs. Of course once she heard about her hourly pay, she immediately accepted Steph’s offer. Plus, there aren’t many customers yet except for those two who always thrash around and make her arrange the collection since they always seem to misplace and mix different genres of movies and songs. And! They have the guts to make out near her cashier station. God!

But today was different. However, everything was fine when she started her shift and skipped the ceremony practice. The store was serenely quiet, and the hum of songs playing in the background soothed her nerves. Also, the faint lavender scent that was regularly changed by one of the employees was lovely. She’s surrounded by things she loves: movies, songs, and…

“...Selene?” A familiar voice, yes, but it’s probably one of the regular customers that doesn’t stop pestering her.

“Yes, that's me. How can I help y—” When she finally faced him, her brain short-circuited. Her blush cheeks. Wait, what?! She suddenly forgot what to do with herself, so she fidgeted her weight on the other leg as her eyes locked with his. Brown eyes that seem to pull her in.

Warren fucking “Graham.” She didn’t even notice she spoke his surname under her breath, but it was too late to bite down her tongue. He had already heard it. Taking a deep breath, she straightened up, plastering on the most neutral expression she could manage—Calm. Collected. Not fazed, not at all.

The seconds they were wasting were gone with the wind when he spoke to relieve the painful, awkward tension. I mean, what could I even say in this situation?! What was he doing here? Did I even brush my hair today? Not that I recall!

“Didn’t think you’d be the type to skip school.”

Of course, he’s still the same even after all these years. The same thorn on her side.

She couldn’t stop her habit of rolling her eyes whenever someone said something so stupid. “Oh, and you’re not?” She picked up the box that was full of CD jewel cases of different genres to just relieve the tension in her bones because she felt as if her legs would turn into putty if she remained in the same position.

“Touché.” He laughed. That laugh. Showing off the cute grin that she always saw whenever he achieved a reward or did something so clever. Before setting back his eyes on her frame, that just made her heart stop for a millisecond before beating much faster.

She tried her best to stop looking and opened her mouth, “Do you need something, or are you just here to gawk?”

His eyes briefly landed on the CDs that were about to burst from his hands, “Yeah. I was just wondering if you had any recommendations,” He gave a smile before continuing. “Y’know, music-wise. Not… life advice. Unless you're offering.”

She couldn’t bite back the smile that slipped through her lax expression, “I charge for life advice. Minimum wage. Although for recommendations, I have no choice but to give it for free.”

Of course, he has a comeback for every sarcastic comment she made, “That’s still more affordable than my therapist.”

After the conversation, an awkward silence befell them. It was only accompanied by a song by her favorite band—The Smiths, which gave her an idea to save herself from the embarrassment of staring too much at his eyes.

As far as she knew about Warren, she had once caught him playing Radiohead on his car’s stereo. “Try Arctic Monkeys for brooding. Lorde for quiet rebellion. And The Smiths, personal favorite when I’m alone.”

Warren couldn’t help the grin that his mouth was forming. “You do know me.”

She reached her hand on the box to look for some CDs, pushing the perfectly stacked CDs she had done earlier into a mess so as to not keep him—the customer waiting. She laughed, “I know your type.” They met eyes for a second before she pulled back and looked at her shoes.

While she was busying herself trying to look for the CDs she swore were here, Warren swallowed his timidness and opened his mouth. “I didn’t expect you’d be here, to be honest. I thought you were at the ceremony practice.”

She furrowed her brows at the comment. To be honest, she didn’t expect him to be here. “I’d say the same to you. Given that you’re the valedictorian this year, it sure looks like you’re slacking off.”

The wince on his face after her not-so-smart remark made her slap herself internally. God, I should’ve just bit my tongue. Why did I phrase it like that?! That was supposed to be ‘Haha, I know I'm so funny,’ not insulting!

But, of course, he always had to have the last laugh regarding their arguments. “Ok, Miss Salutatorian. You’re not present, too, you know. I didn’t think you’d risk your spotless record for what? A paycheck?”

Of course, he’d say that. He has always been like this. A fucking asshole, through and through. Her shoulders slumped, and her ears started to ring like the world had suddenly muted everything except the echo of his words. Her grip tightened around the box, and she tried not to throw at her customer. But just the weight of his words pressing down on her like gravity had doubled. Her stomach churned, her throat thickened, but she blinked it all back like she always did. There was no time to fall apart. Not here. Not in front of him.

He has no fucking idea. “True, but at least I’m working decently, half-brain. Unlike you, who is coasting through life pretending sarcasm counts as a personality trait.”

She stared back at his eyes, squaring him up to muster a dumb rebuttal with his even dumber mouth. When he remained quiet, she handed him the CDs he had asked for earlier and smiled politely; she didn’t even care if he noticed it was fake. “Here.” She just want to disappear entirely from his vision.

Before he can utter another word, she turns around immediately, walking back to the store’s backroom to catch a breather. “Fuck him!” She cursed his name under her breath before closing the door and slumping back towards her locker.

“Sheesh, tough customer?” The familiar voice broke her out of her trance before standing straight to greet her manager.

“Nope! It’s just… the customer really has a loud mouth.” Her connotation of Warren made Steph wheeze that she had to contemplate whether it was really funny or not.

“Oh, I really like you, Sil!” She smiled with such glee that it was too contagious to stop her smile from forming. “Seeing that the customer and his friends don’t look like they will be leaving soon, why don’t you take an early out?” Steph suggested, leaning to one of the lockers and crossing her arms.

“No! It’s fine! Really! If I leave early, the pay—”

Steph cut her off immediately to reassure her, “You’ll be getting full payment.”

“Are you serious?” Disbelief was in her eyes before Steph made her open the locker to get her things.

“Dead serious. So, go on.” She ushered her to the back door, and Selene couldn’t complain since she was literally being pushed by Steph, so she left and got on her way home, but not long before Steph added, “I’ll take care of Warren and his little friends!”

“Oh… you know him?” Wait, what?! Not only did I bad-mouthed Warren, but I bad-mouthed him in front of Steph, my boss, who’s friends with that half-brain!

Her eyes turned into a subtle squint when she smiled, a smile she recognized that screamed that she was teasing someone. Sil knows this. She has been caught in this trap of hers every time. “Yup! He and his friends drop by here all the time. Sweet kid. Bit of a dork, but heart of gold.”

She cringed at her words, trying to match her smile, but it ended up looking like a wince, which made Steph suppress a laugh that was bursting to get out. “Right. Yeah. Total heart of gold.”

Her stomach dropped, and before she could render different ways to apologize, Steph waved her hand and said, “See you tomorrow!” before shutting the door.

“Fuck! Just when I thought this day couldn’t get worse.” But at least she didn’t fire her, right? That wasn’t some sort of polite way of firing me, was it?

Her futile thoughts vanished when her eyes caught the colors melting across the horizon of Arcadia Bay. It was almost laughable—her first time seeing the sunset by the ocean, and she lived here her whole life. But when you clock out close to midnight every night, the only thing that greets you is a tired moon and a sky too empty for stars.

Now, the breeze from the bay was gentle, salty, and just cold enough to make her hug herself tighter. She stood there for a long time, unmoving, as if time had paused just for her.

This was what she’d been missing, she thought. Not just the view—but the stillness, the permission to stop.

Her bag felt heavy on her shoulder, but for once, it wasn’t because of schoolwork or groceries. It was something more profound. Something she couldn't name. But she would rather not dwell on it and just let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

If only she could ditch everything. Just for once.

The last thought was cut off with a ringtone she specifically set for her sister. Immediately, her phone was next to her ear as she walked home. “What is it?”

“Mom went out. Can you get us some dinner tonight?” Her sister’s voice was light, and it looked like her fever was gone.

“You got it. Have anything in mind?”

“Mhm, just get something affordable.” Before she can suggest anything, her sister has already cut the call. She sighed wistfully before changing directions to get them some dinner tonight.

The sun had fully dipped below the waves by the time Selene reached their apartment complex—a worn-down building tucked between a closed laundromat and a convenience store with flickering lights. She unlocked the door quietly, not wanting to wake anyone if they were asleep. But as she stepped inside, the familiar scent of lavender fabric softener hit her. She placed the take-out chicken on their kitchen counter to prepare their dinner. A soft glow spilled from the crack beneath their shared bedroom door distracted her, and she spun her head towards it.

“Sil?”

Her sister’s head peeked out, hair wild from lying on the bed, a book still clutched in one hand.

“You’re home early,” she whispered, surprise coloring her tone, before returning to their bed.

Selene smiled, the kind that barely tugged at the corners of her lips. “Steph let me off easy today. There’s some chicken at the table. Go eat.”

“Will you?” Her sister asked, but her attention was focused on her phone.

“I’d rather get some sleep.” Her usual answer.

Finally, Liora put her phone down to face her sister. “Hm, then I won’t eat.”

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?”

“Cause we came from the same womb, duh!” When her sister didn’t come up with her usual teasing, Liora sat up and looked at her sister’s eyes. “You okay?”

Selene paused. She wasn’t sure. Her chest still felt tight from the encounter earlier, from the way Warren’s words cut too close to a truth she had worked hard to bury.

“Yeah,” she lied gently. “Just tired.”

Her sister nodded, accepting it without pressing further. Selene stepped into the room, setting her bag down with a soft thud. She ruffled her sister’s hair, then collapsed beside her on the bed.

For a few minutes, they said nothing. The silence between them was comfortable, a kind of peace she couldn’t find anywhere else. “Fine, I’ll leave some for you later.”

With that, she felt the weight on the other side of the bed dipped and rise before she heard her sister open and close the door. And as her eyes drifted shut, she thought about the colors of the sunset. And the boy who had unknowingly pulled her into it.

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SOFT LIPS, RAZOR TEETH

SYNOPSIS: He wasn’t expecting to find his academic rival behind the counter of a tiny record store—especially not on the last day of school. The ever composed and unreachable, suddenly looked a little more human… and a little more lost in her black polo shirt with a plated name tag ‘Sil’.

NOTE: oh wow im back

WARREN

He wasn’t expecting much, but he’s sure he does not want to attend another graduation ceremony practice. Thankfully, one of his friends is a real troublemaker for guilt-tripping them (Kate and Warren) to skip the last practice. 

Upon leaving the school grounds, he could visibly see the worn-out truck that belonged to none other than his troublemaker friend, Chloe Price. When they noticed him, he could immediately hear Chloe’s booming voice. “Well, come here already, Mr. Valedictorian!”

He laughed at the notion and waved his hand, skipping over to see the trio. “She threatened you, too, by coming here, huh?” 

In contrast to Chloe’s voice, Kate’s was much calmer and sweeter. “Oh, not really. She is right about not attending the practice since I already memorized what to do once I’m called on stage.”

“Now, see, that’s called guilt-tripping.” He countered, laughing along with Max at Chloe’s expression, where her two eyebrows now look like one big caterpillar. Their laughter only got louder when Kate went to put her pointer to ease the scrunch between Chloe’s eyebrows.

“Whatever, you’re here too, so that means my,” Chloe put up her hands and made a quotation sign, “guilt-tripping worked.”

Their banter was unending even when they were in the truck. Max and Warren stayed at the tailgate since it only had a driver’s seat, which Chloe took, and the passenger seat was always given to Kate. It was the usual setup when they were going somewhere. 

“Jesus, I can’t believe we’re graduating now. It seems like yesterday when everyone was panicking about that faux tornado.” Warren chimed to Max, letting the wind mess up his hair even more. However, her response was only an awkward laugh.

“Yeah, I know, right?” Strands of her bangs were pinched between her thumb and pointer as if to distract herself from his statement. 

He sensed it was still a sensitive topic for Max, but what could he do? In his eyes, that alternative timeline was real before Max turned back time. What was even weirder was the fact that he remembers the timeline too well. The moment before he runs away from the diner after giving the Polaroid picture to Max, in the blink of an eye, he’s suddenly back in his class, sitting peacefully with his classmates before dashing down the hall in the middle of the lecture. Then, he heard a gunshot in the girls’ bathroom. When he got there, he saw Max holding Chloe in her chest with blood pooling on Chloe’s leg where she had been shot.

“Warren.” Max ended his train of thought. “I know you’re overthinking about the future and such, but I want you to know that I won’t be messing with time anymore.”

Her reassuring smile calmed down his nerves, and the breath he had been holding back finally got exhaled. “It’s just… how come we remember that?”

“I’m actually more surprised that you remembered it.” She chuckled before sighing wistfully. Max laid her head on his shoulder. “But it might be because of you that—”

“Everyone! Here we are!” Chloe loudly announced. It was a miracle they were able to hear her, even if there was wind in their ears. The three of them looked around… it was just a two-story store. The sea breeze ruffled the top of his hair, and he could swear that he could faintly hear the waves; it was near Arcadia Bay. But he had never seen his store before.

“Wow, I've never seen this before.” Kate happily said. Looks like he’s not the only one who hasn't been here before. 

“Yep! This is the new record store where a friend of mine works. They got a sick collection of songs and food.”

“You mean free food?” Max smiled, probably remembering the times she was dragged there by Chloe. “Wait, she's not there, right?”

With a knowing look, Chloe shook her head, like they had their own language. “Pretty sure she's in that lame practice.”

“Jesus, did you guys really pretend we're not even present or you're gonna drive, Price?” Graham chimed, sticking his head on the small window behind the driver's seat.

“Shut your ass! You’re gonna love it, nerd.” Chloe parked her truck, and the rest got out. As always, she led the way while the other two girls followed. 

Sure enough, the store was deserted as they were the only ones present inside, but Warren was thrilled that Chloe didn’t lie about the collection of old records on each shelf. The dim lighting of the store adds to the uniqueness of the aesthetic inside, while the soft hum of background indie music fills the silence of the lack of customers. It looked as if it were a territory that was untouched and had only been discovered by the four of them. The couple immediately went to the aisle of movies and engaged in their world as if they were the only people on earth. Kate’s attention was caught by some acoustic vinyls—specifically, Daughter's albums or Angus & Julia Stone's. But for Warren, he dove right in for CDs to stack up in his car’s stereo.

“It’s like they have all the shit I need.” He muttered under his breath, letting his fingers brush against the CD jewel cases of his favourite bands. “The Bends? Even the Blade Runner Soundtrack!”

By 5 minutes in the store, Warren is holding a stack of CDs like they’re about to combust in his hands. But he still felt like he needed more. Luckily, he found a busy worker putting vinyl on the shelves. In his mind, he hopes it was an employee instead of another customer, cause God, he would jump into a running traffic if it were.

“Hi,” His voice came out broken like he’s still in puberty. Holy shit. Kill me now. So he coughed up to mask it. “Uhm, do you have any…” The employee stood up and turned around. Warren’s mouth was left ajar, and he was speechless in the presence of the person before him. “Selene?”

“Yes, that's me. How can I help y—” But it pales in comparison to her reaction, the generic fake smile she always has on with dealing customers was wiped clean and turned into a flat line. Although after a beat, her reaction disappeared and returned to a deadpan. Why does she always have that reaction with me? “... Graham.”

Ok, she’s talking to me. Calm down, dude. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to skip school.” Wow, do I really have to say something passive-aggressive?

She rolled her eyes and picked up the box from the floor before holding it in her arms. “Oh, and you’re not?”

“Touché.” He let out an awkward laugh, trying to keep the mood light, or maybe just to relieve his nerves and beating heart. 

In turn, she tilted her head before opening her lips covered in glimmering lip gloss. Wait, what? “Do you need something, or are you just here to gawk?” Her eyes looked at the piles of CDs in his hand.

He nervously held out the CDs to her. “Uh—yeah. I was just wondering if you had any recommendations. Y’know, music-wise. Not… life advice. Unless you're offering.” 

What. The fuck. Am I saying?!

There was a beat before she let out a small smile, “I charge for life advice. Minimum wage. Although for recommendations, I have no choice but to give it for free.”

“That’s still more affordable than my therapist.” 

She bit her lip, and just like that, she was focused on assessing different albums that might fit his style based on the CDs he was holding. “Try Arctic Monkeys for brooding. Lorde for quiet rebellion. And The Smiths, personal favourite when I’m alone.” 

Warren couldn’t help the grin that his mouth was forming. “You do know me.”

She laughed, “I know your type.” They met eyes for a second before she pulled back and looked at her shoes.

Fuck it. We’re already conversing with her, so it wouldn’t hurt to keep going.

“I didn’t expect you’d be here, to be honest. I thought you were at the ceremony practice.” Warren confessed, patiently waiting for her reply. 

“I’d say the same to you. Given that you’re the valedictorian this year, it sure looks like you’re slacking off.” That hurt his ego, but come on, it was his last day. He even already prepared a speech. A thirty-second speech.

“Ok, Miss Salutatorian. You’re not present, too, you know. I didn’t think you’d risk your spotless record for what? A paycheck?"

Her usual deadpanned expression turned into disbelief before flickering into the another usual expression he always see when she’s about to insult his whole character. “But at least I’m working decently, half-brain. Unlike you, who is coasting through life pretending sarcasm counts as a personality trait.”

And now, we’re back to our usual sour conversation. Why did I even have a crush on her before?! She’s a pain to be with!

“Here!” She handed him another CD of an album by Arctic Monkeys. Before walking back to the backroom, her hair that was tied into a ponytail swung with every step she took.

“Warren!” Chloe hissed, behind another aisle, clearly trying to hide but failing miserably due to her height and the fact that her blue hair stood out from the dark and brooding color palette of this store has.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He scrunched his face, trying to make sense why she was even hiding.

“I guess you met her, huh?” Chloe came out from her “hiding spot” and approached him. “That girl is brutal, I swear to God. She reprimanded us when she caught me and Max making out next to her locker. We only got away because Steph was able to reason with her.”

“I’m guessing she’s not the friend you’re talking about.”

“Hell no! Steph, who partly runs this place, was the one I’m talking about.” Chloe huffed, as if the memory was replaying vividly in her head. Before turning her head to look at the stack of CDs Warren has on his arms. “Dude, you know that those CDs cost a lot, right?”

“It’s fine. I got some money.” Perks of being an only child, I guess.

After the rest of them managed to find Blu-ray movies and musical albums they were looking for, they immediately went to the cashier to pay. 

“Did you guys enjoy it?” Max asked while a bag of DVDs rested in her fist.

Kate nodded before adding, “Definitely. I’m gonna customize a mixtape for myself back here.”

“I knew, you guys, would enjoy it!” Chloe hollered, entering the driver’s seat as did everyone else. While Max and Warren climbed over her truck. “What about you, Graham?”

At the mention of his name, his train of thought was broken. “Y—Yeah! I’d probably go back here again.”

“Really? You bought a lot of CDs, Warren.” Chloe teased, driving smoothly through the traffic.

“Well, I haven’t been able to buy some DVDs. So, I’m definitely coming back there.” Warren sighed deeply, bringing the bag of items he bought to his chest for safekeeping.

“Yeah, well, avoid pissing off Selene while you’re at it. Maybe just avoid here altogether.” Chloe advised, and if it weren’t for the loud beating of his heart, maybe he would follow her words. 

But how could he even avoid her? Whenever the chance presents itself, he always finds her in his sight. For years, studying in Blackwell, she was always there, just out of reach. But today wasn’t. Maybe tomorrow won’t be as well.

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BEFORE THE BELL RINGS [masterlist]

SYNOPSIS: She doesn’t have time for romance—not when she’s working part-time jobs, raising her younger sister, and silently holding her crumbling family together. Her only goal? Graduate top of her class.

So when the valedictorian title goes to Warren Graham—hopeless romantic, video game nerd, and certified awkward mess—Selene swears he’s just another obstacle.

But when their paths collide outside the classroom, a shared connection begins to grow. It’s not about grades anymore. It’s about glances across the room, record store banter, and the truth in their silence. And as graduation looms, they must ask themselves: what do you do with a love that comes too soon… or too late?

NOTE: oh yes this is a series, surprise, surprise

TYPE: tooth rotting fluff, academic rivals to friends to lovers, age-of-coming (kind of), angst, hurt/comfort

CHAPTER I

He wasn’t expecting to find his academic rival behind the counter of a tiny record store—especially not on the last day of school. The ever composed and unreachable, suddenly looked a little more human… and a little more lost in her black polo shirt with a plated name tag ‘Sil’.

CHAPTER II

A different perspective with a different struggle. Please welcome, Selene McKenzie. Better known by her rival as Sil.

CHAPTER III

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[silvvermst]

GOD, I LOVE NERDS

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

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

TYPE :: fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[silvvermst]

he's so skrunkly wid ur art I LOVE ITTTTT I WANNA EAT YOUR ART

lis doodling

[silvvermst]

THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT

SYNOPSIS :: It’s almost Christmas, and what better way to spend it with him.

NOTE :: as promised, i present a grahamfield fic. read the first part :))

TYPE :: fluff / light angst

Max turned on the lights in her dorm while Warren followed her behind. “I’m sorry for the mess. I wasn’t sure if I should leave for the holidays or not, so the boxes Dina lent me were lying around.”

“It’s okay.” His words were breathy from laughter “You should have seen my room when it’s finals. It looks like I had murder investigation goin’ on.”

“I remembered.” She joined in the laughing fit, remembering the time she brought him some food since she found he had been skipping his meals.

“At least yours looks messily beautiful!” He exclaims, looking around the room in amazement. “Your room looks straight up from a Ghibli film.” Although, the thing that made it stand out was the wall full of photographs.

Max was too preoccupied with cleaning out some used papers on the ground to make her room look more presentable. Yet she stopped when she caught Warren examining her Photo Memorial Wall. “This is amazing…”

She smiled from his compliment, even if it didn’t reach her eyes she was flattered. She knows he’s just making small talk and avoiding the elephant in the room, she knows him too well. “Do you, do you have any questions about the other timeline?”

Warren turned his body to face her, “If it’s alright with you, I have but let’s talk about it at breakfast. For now, I want you to have some rest.”

“Alright. Whatever you say, Doctor.” He grinned at the nickname.

“This feels like we’re kids again, even if we never met as children. I’ve never been into a sleepover before, this feels nice.”

“I hope we did. It would have been fun creating all sorts of trouble with you.” They both sat down at the edge of her bed. “Can you stay for the night? I’m sorry, I know I just told you it was a couple of minutes.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’d sleep on the couch. Then, we’ll go to some diner first thing in the morning. Sounds good?” She warmly smiled at him and nodded.

“Thanks, Warren. I’ll find a way to repay you.”

He immediately shook his head. “You don’t have to, just by being one of my closest friends is enough. Just keep being you, Max, that’s enough for me.”

The conversation ended when they both set the glass down by the sink and Warren sat at the couch. “Are you sure you’re okay with sleeping on the couch?”

“Yep! Believe me, I can’t count the times I slept on my gaming chair all night. So this couch is actually an upgrade.” His reassurance gave her a peace of mind. But she still grabbed some comforters and a blanket to make the couch at least comfortable to sleep in. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

“Mhm, I’m gonna get that pancake sausage combo.”

“Oh, ho! I’m gonna get that pancake sausage combo.”

With saying that in unison they both laugh at themselves until it dies down and the both of them had settled on their respective beds. Max turned to face Warren across the room, while he did the same. Even with the lights turned off, the moon’s light shining from the window is perfectly illuminating his pale face that she couldn’t help but smile in relief to know she wasn’t alone with her thoughts any more. “Good night, Warren.”

“Sleep well, Max.”

For the first time, she slept without nightmares where she wakes up soaked in her own sweat while she tries to breathe normally and avoid a panic attack. This time she was awakened by the sweet and citrusy smell of maple syrup suddenly making her eyes flutter, with the sun rays making its way past her curtains she couldn’t help but open up her eyes. Across from her is an empty couch with the comforters and a blanket neatly folded to the side. The said person who is missing is currently singing along a tune in a small chest of drawers by the foot of her bed.

“Are you awake? I couldn’t wake you up earlier, so I decided to order some take-out.” He somehow managed to tell she was wide awake by just the difference of her breathing.

“Shit, I must have been out as light.”

“You are, no matter how many times I rang your alarm clock right next to you, you just won’t get up. A sleeping beauty, through and through.”

“Oh, please. There’s no way I was sleeping beautifully.” She sat up on the bed and threw a small pillow to his face. The good thing is that he was able to catch it.

Though he was trying to hide it, the corners of his mouth were twitching upwards. He couldn't help but laugh out loud from her annoyed face. After preparing their breakfast, Max was done fixing her bed and joined Warren by the couch. “Here, your pancake-sausage combo!”

“Mhm, that’s why it smelled so good here.” She salivated from the meal in her hands, but she made sure that the maple syrup was evenly spread from each pancake. While Warren… well, he made sure that the sausages got maple syrup as well. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“What?” His words were distorted since he was holding the fork with his teeth as he spread a large amount of syrup over his food.

“You’re disgusting!” Max blurted out. “What kind of psycho puts syrup with sausages?”

He took the fork and knife and started eating his pancakes, the enjoyment in his face was obvious. That he is that kind of psycho who will put maple syrup with anything as if it was ketchup.

“Eat your fill! Or I’ll take those lovely pancakes!” Warren said between mouthfuls. It prompted Max to eat as well, considering Warren is not typical to joke around food. He’s dead serious about eating others food if they don't want it.

After finishing your meals, he was the one who offered to clean it up. “I’ll be right back.” Once the door was shut, Max collapsed back to her bed. Every morning she has to remind herself that she did the right thing, but after she revealed everything to Warren. Her self-doubt and insecurity seems to dissolve as she remembers his words last night.

Warren’s words have no doubt behind them as well as his eyes that hold sincerity while he holds her close by the light house. He was giving her reassurance that she didn’t ask for, she wasn’t even sure if she deserves it. She sighed deeply, while trying to calm herself down she walked over to the foot of her bed and turned on her stereo.

The knock on her door pulled her back to reality, “Hey, since we didn’t get to that drive-in… want to go tonight?” Max smiled back at his suggestion and nodded her head.

“Fan of The Smiths, huh?” He asked, peering over to her shoulder to see her CD collection. “Oh, shit! Is that The Dark Side of the Moon?!”

“God, you’re the most geekest out of the geeks I’ve met.” She found amusement in his giddiness. “If you want I can lend you some CDs to play it on your car’s stereo.”

“Yes, please! You’re okay with me borrowing it?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have offered if I was against it. Well, if you did ask me I’m afraid I’d still let them borrow it.”

“I know, that’s why I asked. Max, I know it’s rich coming from me but you can always deny us of things that are precious to you. You don’t have to be a…”

“A pushover?” She abruptly finished his sentence for him.

“Yeah, that.” He fidgeted his fingers. “But I’m not saying that you are one!”

She was laughing so hard that she momentarily closed her eyes from how much laughter he could pull out of her. “Relax. I didn’t take any offense from it.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.” He exhaled through his nose while he covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, Warren… you still had a few questions about what happened, right?” Warren gulped, it was obvious that this topic would be brought once again sooner or later, he just didn’t expect she was the one who'd bring it up first. They both sat at her bed, while Max held her teddy bear.

“Yeah, about that, I think you explained some of it pretty well. I’m more curious about what happened with us from that different timeline.” He can see the gears in her head processing his words just from her expression, a blush that slowly appeared in her cheeks.

“Oh, yeah. Just like today, we got closer within that week. You saved me a bunch of times from Nathan, heck, you even beat him up!” Warren’s eyes almost sparkled and his jaw dropped, unable to believe the story.

“No way! I beat up that asshole?!”

“You did, but once it was over you regretted it. You were afraid that somehow you ended like him. But you’re not like him, I know you’re not that kind of person to use your powers to abuse others.”

“Ha… I still can’t believe it. Shit, what other things happened?”

“I saved Kate from committing suicide… because of Victoria. But there was something more sinister that happened to Kate, as we know today, she was a victim of…”

“Mark.” Max slightly flinched at the mention of his name. “I can’t believe the school let someone like him inside!”

“Uhm, aside from Mister Jefferson getting arrested as well as Nathan. In the alternate, Nathan was killed by him, while Madsen was the one who shot Mark in the head. Though, at least in this current timeline, I prevented Victoria from being in the Dark Room…” She bit her lip remembering her own time in that disgusting place. She turned her head away from Warren, as she was so absorbed in fixing things in the current time that she disregarded her own fears and mental health. “I, I was also there, even if it didn’t happen technically, I still feel it. Everything, everyone, what happened during that week for them it’s not real but it is for me! Even if it was erased, I… I wish I had forgotten everything that would’ve been much more bearable than this.”

Max couldn’t feel the disgust and contempt from her own self. “I wish I could take away your pain…” He gently placed his hand on top of hers as his gaze held a warm intensity that whispered of deep affection. “But I’m so proud of you for being strong.”

She could feel her eyes sting again as ripples of tears flow to her cheeks. “I can’t believe I’ve cried twice in your arms today.” Max let herself open up and nuzzle her head by his shoulders, trying to hide her face as much as possible. “Look, your shirt is wet again!”

He managed to let out a quiet laugh before placing his arms around her, gently gliding his palms to her head to brush her hair. Though his action made her embrace him tighter as tears continue to well up in her eyes. For once, Max was able to cry herself to sleep with someone holding her close, to dry her tears with their hands, and to tuck her in.

“I really wish I also have some superpower to help you with what you’re feeling, Max.” He whispered, gently laying her on the bed.

“Warren…” Max softly called out to him, her arms reaching to be wrapped in his neck.

“Yeah?” They were both silent for a moment while her lips brushed against his, she kissed him with a slow tenderness that stopped the world around them like she used her powers once again. She was almost convinced that it was until his hand touched her cheek, his thumb softly caressing her as a small act of affection.

“I want you to know that it’s technically my second time kissing you.” She whispered after they parted. The blush that spread Warren’s cheeks flared more after her statement.

“So, you mean? We, We kissed? Before? Like in the alternate timeline.” Overwhelmed by emotion, his voice cracked as his heart beat only quickened when she nodded.

“I was also the one who initiated the kiss back then because I was afraid that I won’t be able to at least tell you my feelings since I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to come back.”

“But you did, you came back. That’s why if you’d let me, I want to share your burden and pain that you’ve been carrying for so long, and ease you so that you’d be able to have a sense of relief even if it’s just for a moment. In this universe, let us be the one to take care of you.” This time his voice held a strong determination as he professed his love that he once thought was unrequited. Hugging her with warmth as she reciprocated his embrace. Their breathing slowed as a sense of safety and belonging washed over them.

“Just being with you was enough for me, I was able to properly grieve people I’ve lost and unbottle the feeling I’ve been trying to hide that I can let it go without blaming myself…” She paused, her voice was shaky from overwhelming emotions that engulfed her. “I, I want you to know that…”

“I do, I love you so much, Maxine.” He placed a butterfly kiss right in her temple and held her closer. “You don’t have to be alone and in the dark anymore.” He beams at her, his brightness and warmth made her feel secure in his arms. Her sun, her lighthouse that leads her out of the dark.

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🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ i love him so much, i need him to give me a chance !!

warren brainrot

he looks bigger than he really is

but if you're too drunk to drive ....

rewatched lis.

[silvvermst]

WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

SYNOPSIS :: It is now December, autumn has ended everything. Now, Max is at her dorm alone, her friends headed back to their hometown and their homes, except for one who’s been living on the bay his entire life.

NOTE :: as promised, i present a grahamfield fic (i'm back) this has a second part

TYPE :: fluff / angst

It was almost the middle of the night, and there were ten missed calls from her mother. But she had already told them, she’d be spending her holiday break here, in Arcadia Bay. She’d rather be here in the dark than sit in a family party hiding in her old bedroom.

The brightness of her laptop leaves her eyes stinging since she has been sitting there for hours, looking at the old photos she managed to salvage. She couldn’t handle touching that box, she already saw the contents of it and vowed not to ever seek it again. She’d hide it under her bed like how she’ll hide her memories of that week in October when she went on a last adventure with her best friend, which will be forever hidden deep inside of her memory. She won’t speak of it but she’ll remember it every time she sleeps with the box under her bed.

The soft music that she was playing from the speakers had been interrupted from the ringing of her phone, she saw the caller ID and she thought about ignoring it. But her hands were faster than what she was thinking, and then a voice called out.

“Max?” Even though he wasn’t in front of her, she felt the warmth of his presence from just his voice.

“Hey, Warren. What’s up?” She said quietly, making her way to her bed as she finally felt exhaustion in her body. She collapsed right away with her hand holding the phone close to her ear.

“I was just checking in. Have you packed yet?” Right, he doesn’t know Max will be here in the dormitories until the end of the holidays.

“I, not yet.” She lied, although she wanted to tell the truth she physically couldn’t. Because she knows if he finds out, he’ll be right in front of her dorm room to keep her company. She couldn’t do that to him and burden him. He had already done so much, the fact that he was calling her was enough.

“Then, do you want to keep talking instead?” He offers while the music from his background - probably from the party his family threw - starts to quiet down as if he moved to a quiet room in his house.

“Yes, please.” Max replied, her head lays softly on her pillow while she wraps her arm on her bolster. “Wait, I’m not disturbing you, right?”

“Nope, don’t worry. I’m all free.” He quickly reassured her. “If you got bored on your way home to Seattle, just remember you have my flash drive. Pop it in your laptop, you could even download files there if you want.”

“Thanks, Warren. I, I really appreciate what you've been doing for me for the last two months. I wouldn’t have survived here without you.” Max confessed, as she remembered the notes she jotted down in her journal when she first met him. Although, that journal was long gone since she already burned it.

“Hey, it’s alright. I told you, I’m like your personal super-hero. I’ll give you all my notes from Miss Grant’s class.” He laughs before he continues, “God, I remember that one time you fell asleep during her class, your face had red marks from sleeping on your arms.”

“Stop! I remembered that time! The moment I woke up she was standing in front of my table while she made me answer whatever was on the whiteboard, and luckily I was able to answer it.”

“All thanks to me.” He said, but she can see his smug forming from his face.

“Yeah, yeah, it was thanks to you she gave me a ‘hmph’ for getting the right answer.” Max laughed lightly, although it didn’t bring a smile on her face she felt the warmness inside her heart to grow.

“There’s the Max I know! It’s been so long since I heard your laugh, though it’s not a hearty laugh. I’ll still take it that I made you laugh after a while!”

She furrowed her brows before talking, “What are you talking about? I have always been the same.” 

“I know, but ever since… uhm, Chloe. You really changed. But, we understand. It’s completely okay, I was just, I mean, we were just worried.” Warren felt the conversation already turned sour when he mentioned it. He shouldn’t have mentioned it, is what he thought. “I’m sorry.”

Max turned quiet, the memories flooding in her system that made her hug the pillow tighter. The laughter of Chloe in her room while she was dancing, as well in the swimming pool, or that time in the diner when they tried her powers. It was too much but they were sweet memories that Max didn’t want to let go. Until memories she wanted to forget slipped out and as always her memories of Chloe will always be tied with the brewing storm mixing with the deafening gunshot along while the blood stains the squared tiles of the bathroom. She has been shutting out the memories she made with Chloe, nothing good comes out with thinking about something that never happened. It was enough to make her sit up, and it was only then she started taking deep breaths as she sweats profusely, while tears welled up in her eyes.

“Max? Max?! Are you okay?” She didn’t answer. “Just keep taking deep breaths, do it with me. Inhale.” He paused. “Exhale.” Max followed his instructions and copied Warren’s breathing, although her chest hurts it starts to ease as she breathes.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” Max says breathlessly, her chest heaving. She immediately thought it’s for the better if he stays away, nothing good comes out from her situation. Max’s waiting for someone who’s already gone. Just like how Chloe waits for Rachel.

“No! I should be the one saying sorry! It was insensitive of me, I shouldn’t have… mentioned it.” He took a big sigh, while his expression was dejected and placed his head on his hand. “I’m sorry, Max.”

His voice was enough to keep her eyes watery. “I, I really want to go to that drive-in right now.” She suddenly says silently, wishing in every star that he’s right beside her. She’d rather be with him, and although it sounds selfish, Warren was the only person she was comfortable enough with.

“We can.” He immediately says. “I could pick you up and we could drive around to look for one.” He quickly shoots out as Max can hear him get up from his seat and a jingle of keys is heard.

“No, Warren! I’m only kidding. It’s okay, don’t waste your time.”

“It’s not a waste of time if it’s you, Maxine.” It was her first time hearing him not use her nickname. “So, get a thick jacket and wear something comfortable. I’ll be outside of the dorms.”

It was too late, she can hear his parents asking him where he’s going but he slams the door shut and can promptly hear his parents shout before the revving of the car was picked up by the mic.

“Just stay on the phone, I miss talking to you. Please.”

Max smiles, a true smile, the one she didn’t wear for such a time. She couldn’t even believe she could smile like that again. But hearing someone say they miss her was what she hadn’t heard for some time.

“Don’t worry, I will.” She put the phone on speaker mode before going to her closet and grabbing a navy fleece jacket and putting it on. She grabbed her converse and before tying the laces, Warren spoke.

“Hey, do you want to crash the Christmas party the Vortex will throw next Tuesday?” She chuckled, as they already crashed the Vortex’s Halloween party before, although that time she left early, leaving Warren to get drunk at that party.

“That’d be fun. I, I still feel bad about the last time.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t worry about it, I still had a blast… but you should’ve told me you went home, I could have driven you back.” He wasn’t even worried about it in the beginning, the moment he noticed she was gone, he searched the whole place. Only stopping when he received Max’s text saying that she had gone back to the dorms, before sulking and getting drunk at the party. He was pretty sure he threw a full to the brim red solo cup at Victoria.

From the background, Max can hear other vehicles honking, “I’m close to the school, are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’ll be waiting.” Max ties her hair in a short ponytail since she’s been growing her hair for a while, before closing her dorm room and rushing towards the staircase.

When she got out of the dormitories, she could faintly hear a car engine outside and saw Warren leaning against his car. He was wearing his usual long sleeves printed shirts but with a black parka on top of it.

“Hey, Warren.” His stoic face that was on his phone turned soft, despite the softness of his smile his eyes crinkled from the excitement the moment he saw her.

“You’re beautiful with your new hairstyle.” She felt herself return his kind smile as she fixed her bangs and tucked it behind her ear. “Are you gonna grow it?” He asks, opening the passenger door for her.

She walked towards him and sat in the seat, “Yeah, do you think it’ll look good?”

“Anything looks good on you, Max. Are you kidding? You’d rock any hairstyles.” She laughed at his silliness before he headed back to the driver seat. “I’m serious though, you can be bald headed and still look cool!”

“Oh, man, now, you’re just mocking me!” Max exclaimed, giving him soft punches.

“Alright, alright, now, put on your seatbelt and let the quest for finding a drive-in begin.” He turns on the car and starts to hit the gas, he lets the window open and let the chill breeze of the wind inside the car. “I’m sure some are open since it’s nearing Christmas.”

That’s what he said in the last thirty minutes but everywhere else is closed, while some already ended. “I’m sorry, I thought we’d be able to watch at least a rom-com or something.”

“It’s alright, we can drive around and enjoy the view.” Warren got quiet, his eyes focused on the road while thinking about something about what she said. “Something wrong?”

“Oh! I know a view! Been living here since before, I know the best view in this town!” He exclaims, before turning around the car and blasting his song on the stereo.

“Alright, I trust you.” They sat quietly in the comfortable silence they shared, the only thing playing was his car’s stereo. “What’s this song?”

“Hm? Oh, I don’t really know the title. I just found the jam on a random site and burned it on a CD. I just called it ‘I don’t wanna talk about anything’, if you like my mix you can have that CD.” He offers, as his hand steers the wheel driving away from the town.

“It’s fine, dude. I’ll just borrow it from time to time.” She rests her head against the seat, as she remembers the roads they were taking. “Are you taking me to the lighthouse?” 

“Oh, come on! I thought you’d never been here before.” He sighs, then a series of flashbacks and pictures flashes before her eyes. The storm with Chloe. She groans and presses a hand against her temple as it starts to throb, luckily she was able to brush it off before Warren noticed it.

“Yeah, I’ve never been here before.”

He pulls up and parks his car to the side of the road. “Well, I just wanted to show you the view here at night. Though, you’d have to walk for a while to reach it.”

Max nods and the both of them hops out of the car. This was her first time again being back here, remembering how bad the storm was, everything was horrible. She would be feeling sick if not for his hands holding hers. She wants to back out so much, but something tells her to follow his lead.

“Have,” She paused for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Have you been here before?”

“A dozen times! I usually go here during the night. I promise it looks absolutely beautiful, which is why you have to close your eyes.” Max can tell that they’re close to the lighthouse given that she’d been here… well, in another timeline.

“Ok, but if I trip I’m taking you down with me.” He laughs, but nods anyway.

“I promise, I’ll do my best to try to lead you safely. Emphasis on the word try.” He went behind her and took out his handkerchief. “Is this okay?”

Max smiles and nods, “Mhm. Lead me away, Doctor Graham.” Warren obliged and gently placed the handkerchief on her eyes, tying it behind her back. Max’s whole world has gone black, she was only able to walk because of his guiding hands. “Don’t let me go.” She quietly mutters.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever do that.” He answers, though she was expecting he wouldn’t hear it but nonetheless, it made her smile. He goes behind her and gently places his hands on her elbows. “Do you trust me?”

Max gets reminded of that day in the parking lot, that time where she was supposed to tell Warren about her situation, her powers, regardless of his beliefs in science and wormholes and some shit. “Always, Warren. I’ll always trust you.”

The walk towards the lighthouse was fast, because the next thing she knew was that they stopped walking and Warren spoke. “Okay, I’ll take off the blindfold.” 

It took a while for Max to regain her vision, but the moment it was clear she saw the beauty of the moon in the distance. How its light reflects against the sea that it made it look like the moon is bleeding out to the ocean. Max was silent. It’s not her first time here, she could recount those days when she was here during the sunset, the storm. With Chloe. And yet the view from up here never ceases to amaze her, it is her first time seeing the view at night. 

“You like it?” Max snapped from her thoughts, she didn’t say anything but she nodded as a reply. “There’s a bench right here.”

He softly took her hand that he was holding earlier and brought her almost to the edge of the cliff where a bench was placed. The two sat in silence, when Warren was about to let go of her hand, Max only gripped it tighter. “I thought you’d never let me go?”

“Oh! Yeah, I just thought…” His words were scrambled in his head as the blush settling in his cheeks spread through his nose and the tip of his ears. With courage he intertwined their fingers and held it tighter. “I, Max, have you been here before?”

Her heart skipped a beat. “No, not that I remember. Maybe, since I also grew up here.”

“Right…it’s just even blindfolded, you know which path to step on without worry. Looks like you’ve been here for quite a lot.”

Once again, her lips were pinched together in a hard line to prevent herself from revealing something no one should know. Even if she did, no one would believe her. But, Warren is just not anyone. Back then, when she revealed her powers he immediately trusted and believed her. No matter how much Warren trusts logic and Science over something like fantasy and superpowers.

“Warren, about Chloe…” Max slowly clamped her hand over her mouth, not sure what to even confess regarding this matter. Her mind fights between finally revealing the truth and freeing herself from being the only who carries those haunted memories within that week.

The hand that was holding her hand moved towards her back, running circles to provide comfort. Warren didn’t say a thing, not a word, but he moved closer to make her feel his warmth from the cold breeze the wind had picked up.

“The day Chloe died, before that, I managed to save her from it due to my power that created a different timeline.” The recurring memories she had, started to overflow like a box she had been trying to lock up in the back of her mind. “A power that can rewind time and change the course of destiny from just one choice. I might have abused it, but because of my powers I had saved not just Chloe but Kate! Until the choices I made led me to create a storm, a fucking E6 tornado to ruin this town! It was all because of my selfishness that led me there.” Recounting the storm that she had made, her lips started to quiver while her eyes started to look glassy from the tears she had been trying hard not to shed. Until now, she could picture the tornado from the lighthouse that she’d have to constantly blink her eyes and convince herself that it was already gone.

“Max, calm down. I’m here, deep breaths.” Warren caught a stray of her hair from her face and tucked it gracefully behind her ear. She followed his instructions, his comforting words made her continue the story no matter how crazy it sounds. Although he finds it hard to believe, hearing Max talk about this topic makes him believe it as a fact.

“I chose Arcadia, Warren… just like Chloe wanted. To undo all the things and make the storm disappear, I have to go back to the time where I first used my powers and erase a timeline where I saved Chloe back in the bathroom. But doing so, I lost her in the process, my selfishness, I should have been careful, I…” Her voice trails off as she tries to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill had already covered her warm cheeks, which made Warren’s hands wipe it away. 

“Whatever happened during October, I know that none of it, absolutely, none of it is your fault. Max, different timelines or multiverses it was not your fault.” Her eyes were large and rimmed with tears which reflected the stars in the sky focused on his brown ones. 

For the longest time, she often cried about this alone. Unable to find comfort from a person who completely understands the reason behind her tears. But now, her entire being was cradled by the boy who loves her the most. Burying her head to his chest and once she started talking it gave her the confidence to explain everything to him. Her words were somber, yet she continues because this might be the only time she can get this feeling out. “Warren, it’s okay if you don’t believe me-”

He immediately cut her off. “I trust you, Max. Just as much as how you trusted me to tell this.” His words only made her hug him tighter. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the tears from their edges so she could be done with them but Warren noticed it. “How can you believe me, Warren? I don’t have any proof, or just anything! Everyone would not believe me because it never happened!”

“You’re right, it might have never happened. But, Max, you’re the living proof that it did. You don’t need evidence or proof, because those memories that you had are enough to make me believe you.” He offers a kind smile while he fishes something out of his pockets. “Your eyes might irritate if you do that. Here.” She reached for his white handkerchief and softly dried her tears and wiped it away.

Max sought out the comfort she had been looking for in him, holding on close to him. “Warren, thank you.”

Instead of saying a reply, his hand reached out to her head, softly caressing her hair. They stayed that way for a few minutes before Warren’s watch beep silently. “It’s midnight… I should get you home or you’d get a cold out here.

She nodded to his statement, she can feel the wind gets colder every passing minute. On their way back to his car, not once did Warren let go of her hand. “I turned on the heater, do you still feel cold?” She shook her head back.

“You know, in the other timeline when I revealed my powers to you, you believed me in an instant as well.” Max rubbed her shoulders, creating friction to warm herself up.

He smiled at her comment. “Defying destiny and creating new timelines is something you often do, Super Max.” He paused, careful with his next words. “Do you… still have those powers?” 

After rewinding back, Max never really did use it anymore. And she never wanted to try it again. “I don’t think so.” He nodded his head from her answer.

The whole trip back to the town was comfortably quiet. Warren didn’t want to ask any more questions, afraid that it’ll make her uncomfortable. While Max was waiting for his questions but she didn’t want to press him any further considering how much she said can take a lot to process.

After almost twenty minutes, both of them arrived at the school’s dormitories. “I appreciate that you told me your secret, and you don’t have to worry. My mouth,” He held his pointer and thumb finger by his mouth and closed it like a zipper. “Is sealed.”

She chuckled at his childish act, but she took his word. It was already so late at night, and she didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts which is why she took a chance. “Warren, can you stay for a few more minutes with me?”

His mouth agape, before he shut it and smiled that was filled with quiet contentment as he nodded. “Sure.”

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i miss him so much T^T

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i'm super thankful for ur support, but as of the moment i'm gonna take a long break. probably from procrastination or just my mental health that declined by the start of june and im tryna write some stuff that you guys will enjoy, but i'm starting to lose motivation, so imma take a break for a while. i promise i'll be back (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

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Warren is such a sweetie omg

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SOMETHING ABOUT YOU

SYNOPSIS :: you were able to make Warren your muse for a photoshoot, but not without angry remarks, insults, and big, bad arguments.

NOTE :: doing a part two of this, just not sure when

TYPE :: fluff / drama

When he walked into your studio he was already wearing a white polo accompanied with a silver cuff linked by his wrists, with a blazer hanging loosely on his shoulders. “I'll give you an hour.” He says with a long sigh, setting down paper bags that you made him buy.

Immediately, you rushed to his side taking the paper bags towards you. “How 'bout two?”

“Nuh uh." He deflected as he shook his head before he proposed another deal. “An hour and a half. That's it, or I'll leave.”

Warren was dead serious, he's not even cracking up a joke. “Fine, fine. You're really making me work here, man.”

“Well, I'm soooorry. If I remember correctly you held me hostage!” You furrowed your eyebrows as your hands rested on your hips and you pulled your attention away from rummaging in the brown paper bags.

“Not my fault, you should have kept that secret to yourself rather than telling it to me. I mean, how did you fucked yourself up that much to kiss her at the Halloween Party?” You rolled your eyes, but you didn't care what he complained about since you already had your goal, make him your muse. It was enough, is what you're trying to make yourself believe.

Warren just groans when he sees you comparing two neckties, he has absolutely no choice but to abide by your wishes. Or he would likely ruin his friendship with Max, he still hopes Max doesn't remember that dumb, fucking moment. Even himself didn't know why he did that in the first place.

“Graham, what do you think? Your eyes are hazel, aren't they? This chocolate, brown colored necktie might just be perfect.” You held up the neckties, but his attention was on his gaming console.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance and walked over to him, sitting at the sofa. Almost cradling his lap that it made him drop the console on the sofa next to you.

“W, what the heck?!” He exclaimed, his body stiff as a board as he realized how close your face to him practically just a few centimeters apart. Which gives you the access to look closely at the color of his irises, but it also gives you time how his pale skin starts to turn into a shade of pink, especially the tip of his nose.

He didn't push you off or anything, his hands were frozen by his side as you continued to analyze him. By this time, you are sitting on his lap. You let out a delightful hum when you decide what necktie he should wear. “You know, I don't get why people don't fawn over you. You have so many perfect features.”

You coughed when you realized what you said, it didn't change the fact that your cheeks matched his and stains your ears.

You got off of him and dropped the tie letting it fall to his pants. “Wear that and get ready, I'll set up the lights.”

At first, he was speechless. It was his first time having a girl push herself in his personal space, since it was usually the other way around.

“What? You don't know how to tie a tie?” You said sarcastically, chuckling at yourself. But when he didn't answer, you turned around to look at him. “You're serious?!”

“Uh, my old man... didn't exactly teach me that.” He rubbed the material of the tie, switching it from finger to finger.

When you realized how much of an asshole you sounded, you adjusted the camera on the tripod and spoke without looking at him. “I'll teach you.”

After minutes of preparing the settings of the photoshoot, he was back on his Nintendo. “Stand up.”

So he did, shifting his weight from his feet as he felt flustered once again from your presence. “A, are you sure you’re doing this right?” He felt like an idiot as he tripped from his tongue, there is no fucking way he gets this rattled from just your actions.

“Oh, please. I’ve done this before several times for my other clients, even learned how to tighten a corset for some photoshoots.” You tightened the tie around his neck before saying your last words to him. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands, honey.” You say cheekily with a wink, which just made him break your eye contact.

“Let’s just get this over with.” He breathed through his nose, trying to regain his composure.

“We will, if you stop being so finicky. Have fun, this session is one of a lifetime.”

“You sound just like Victoria, you talk as if you’re a prodigy.”

“Cause I am, you ass!” You pushed him to the sofa, he adjusted in his seat at the velvet sofa with white fluffy throw pillows littered around the couch. “Sit in the middle, I’ll guide you throughout the session. Just follow what I say.”

He was taken aback from your sudden switch, from being playfully affectionate to a serious person in the middle of their work. It was this side that he didn’t get to see much often, since you were always bundled up in this studio and there was no way he’s going here, well, until now. Mainly, is because he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable being under a camera. But now, with you, at least he didn’t feel his insecurities show in your camera’s lenses.

“You ready, Warren?” You ask as you lower the blinds letting the darkness consume half of the studio, the only light that emits from the room are the two softboxes directly pointed at Warren but it wasn’t overly lit so the darkness creeps in.

He gulped before he nodded back and you walked back to a stool that was in front of the couch he was sitting on. “For now, I’ll only play with your shadows to emphasize your features so don’t be shy to make bold poses.” You finally took your precious instrument and turned it on. “For example, just do a figure four lock and have your arms spread on the sofa back.”

Warren followed everything you said, the pose was perfect for his figure since he was tall that it made you smiled, but it was hidden by your camera from his perceptive eyes. “That’s good, if you’re still uncomfortable you can look away from the camera and look from the sides. You have a good side profile, so it’s fine.”

“You sure it's fine?” He asks. When he turned his head to the side, the blush on his cheeks only accentuated it.

“Perfect.” You muttered under your breath, as there were a series of clicks and shatters of lights. “Close your eyes and lean your head back to the sofa.”

As always, he listened to you. When you look at the pictures you took from the little screen on your camera, you almost forgot to breathe because he absolutely looks like a Greek god, and he has to shout your name for you to snap out of it. You busy yourself instructing him the next poses he should do to forget the slip up you made. He felt at ease from how soft your voice is, at times when he felt like he couldn’t do something you wanted, you never shouted. You just walk closer then he can sit still and feel the warmth of your hands guide him to the direction you want.

I couldn’t even feel my embarrassment anymore, all I’m scared right now is when she notices how fucking…

“Warren!” You interrupted his thoughts. “Wanna take a break? You’re sweating. I’ll set the AC temperature lower.” You walked away from the shoot and handed him your camera. “Take a look if you want, I’m gonna find the remote for the AC.”

You went to the far side of the studio, digging through the boxes you left before. “Wow! Is this really me?!”

His comment was enough to make you chuckle and walked back near the photoshoot. “I already set the temp lower. And yes, that is you.” You proudly say.

“No fucking way! Are you sure?! I, I look like a gangster here, or something.”

“I told you, you look fucking gorgeous. Been telling everyone about it since before.” You paused, realizing what exactly you were implying. “From a photographer’s point of view that's why I said that.” You were able to steady your voice and hide the feelings that were slipping from it. He didn’t say anything after your rebut, he must have believed it. “Now, let’s go back to our shoot.”

This time you adjusted the brightness of the softboxes into a much cooler tone, as the hue of the lights turned pale blue. You walked over to him and sat beside him. “What?”

“Good, you didn’t put any gel yet. You should really stop putting too much gel on your hair, you look like Jimmy Neutron’s twin brother.” You ran your hands through his soft, fluffy brown locks that were quick to untangle any parts of it.

“Fuck you!” He slapped your hand, immediately taking offense from your insult. “My hair was fine before you ruffled it.”

“Oh, my beloved Warren. I’m actually doing you a favor.” You pull him closer since the height difference makes your arms sore. “Your hair already has enough volume, you don’t need it, trust me.”

“Mhm, we only became close because of Max which was just a month ago, now you’re dictating me how I should style my hair. Un-fucking-believable.” You frowned at his comment, how come he never remembers the time you made the first move to get his attention? For fuck’s sake, you have been studying in Blackwell with him for years and the time he remembers you is from another person! What the fuck?!

“How come you're so harsh to me? I could literally tell the difference between how you treat me from your friends.” You walked away from the shoot, going back to the equipment gathered around the scene, sitting back at the stool in the darkness where he can faintly see the details of your face.

You aimed the camera at him as his expressions changed into frustration and at that moment, you couldn’t help but hold up the camera to your face and click the shutter button multiple times. “Of course! I hate you, can't you see that? What makes you think we're friends?! I don't like being mean to girls, but somehow you just make me hate your guts! Plus, you're literally part of the Vortex Club.”

You sneered. “Ohhh, so that's your issue? I joined a clique and it pissed you off? Come on, we're not that bad.”

“Yeah, you guys are. Look what you've been doing right now.” You were about to make a remark but what he said was true, you forced him here.

“We have our issues too, Warren.” Your smile was filled with melancholy, luckily the camera hides your expressions but before he noticed the tone of your voice you changed it into a mocking one. “We just happened to be rich to pick up some bad habits.”

“That’s not enough to be a horrible, fucking person.” He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. “Can you stop with that annoying clicking?!”

“But raw emotions are sometimes hard to capture, this could be one of my masterpieces.” You replied quietly, the argument already went past your head as you focused on taking his pictures. Peering at the viewfinder, you saw his frustrations, annoyance, and pure hatred for you.

“If we’re gonna be talking, turn the camera off.” It only infuriates him more when you keep pushing the shutter button.

He put his hands on his face, but his eyes were still visible and is staring right at the lens of your camera. “Are you gonna stop?”

You didn’t, except you changed the angle of your camera. “Damn it.”

It all happened so fast, you were looking in the viewfinder, when he suddenly stood up and your camera followed him, as he walked closer and closer towards you. “I said, stop it!” He took your camera and placed it on the table next to you. “You… ha, you’re so difficult. I don’t know why Max even befriended you.”

You were quiet as he kept on spouting nonsense, shocked from his sudden outburst and now, he’s standing in front of you. The light from the scene seems to disappear as he fills you with his own shadow.

“If only I wasn’t drunk that night, maybe I could have avoided you altogether.” He sighs, walking back and slumping to the sofa.

You couldn’t help but hang your head low. You got what you wanted, right? This photoshoot was a success, is what your mind decided. He was already angry at you, might as well just tell him the truth.

“You didn’t kiss Max.” You paused, making him look back at you but your face was covered by your hair.

“What?” He uttered with confusion.

“I kissed you, Warren. It was me, I, I was the one who pulled you to the parking lot and…” You bit your lip, what you said was enough, he got the gist. But still, you didn’t dare to look at him. You were too afraid of what expression he bears, even if your body was wanting to see how he looks at you right now.

He was quiet, dead silent. However, you did hear him shuffle around and a small squeak from the fabric of the tie when he loosened it. He wasted no time to grab his things before slamming the studio door shut with a bang.

When you hear his footsteps quiet down, you were finally able to breathe out a sigh you've been holding in. “Ugh, well, congratulations to myself, I just totally blew my shot away.” You whispered to the empty studio, and walked towards your camera sitting idly at the table he set down.

You stared at the screen of the camera seeing his facial expressions, it was crystal clear that he wears his heart on his sleeves. He's not afraid to show his emotions through his expressions, you don't even need to interpret it, it was obvious he hated you and your tongue.

“Why did I even pushed him to his limits, now I said something I regret.” You turned of the camera and set it back down, before walking to the things you brought before he came.

In one of the paper bags, it was a bouquet of sunflowers and bluebells where it's perfectly lined and arranged in a yellow wrapper. With two tickets to the latest movie, that you heard he'd been excited to watch.

You grabbed the bouquet and went to the nearest trash can before dumping its entirety inside. “I should've requested for one more hour.”

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Haii Misty! it’s been a little, just asking to check if requests are open or if I should wait :) I loved the gender neutral one shot by the way, ate that shit up like ice cream on summer

hellooo !! as of now, i don't take requests (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) mainly because i often procrastinate and as usual i have a ton of schoolwork to finish ( also i'm shy cuz like what if it didn't live up to ur expectations ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั ) but im super duper grateful for ur support, maybe next time i'll just announce that my inbox is open for requests :P