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lucefrs‌:

        she glances towards the abandoned milkshake, still trailing along the pavement like a forgotten oil spill, her nose scrunching at the sight. the comment flies by her, but in a way where there’s like, literally no option to ignore it. ‘   i don’t like strawberries. unless they’re dipped in chocolate.    ’ she explains, before she registers the total dickish-ness of the sentiment and it’s beholder. ‘   and i wouldn’t litter, i don’t even litter my cigarette butts. even on frat house lawns where it’s like, encouraged.    ’ there, moral superiority asserted. he forces her to acknowledge that there are murderers here, within the student population, and for a brief flash that’s gone with a blink, she positively hates him for it. 

warren was wondering why he was supposed to know that she only liked strawberries dipped in chocolate. “obviously. who would have thrown a milkshake that they like?” warren wasn’t very keen on sweets either and truly the sight of that liquid now covered in a muddy pink color reminded him of that once again. the typical college life was a bit foreign to him, but he had an idea of what it was that she meant. “don’t tell me you’re a sustainability or something like that major.”

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specdracers‌:

     landon barely has any matters, this much is known by many people, and a small part of him feels bad that warren has been roped into friendship with him. but then he actually doesn’t. so when landon storms into his room without so much of a knock and he sees warren just slowly starting to wake up. “well, good morning, sleeping beauty,” he teases his friend with a smile, hands on his hips. “did you sleep well, my love?” he asks, and it won’t be surprising if warren decides to swing at him, the poor guy really just woke up! “i have a very important question for you actually,” landon asks, his tone suddenly serious. “if i open a shitposting account, would you follow it? i need your support.”

“your sweet talking is going to get me diabetes–” warren muttered, making an abrupt pause. “–my love.” he winced at his own words, having said them ironically. “not really a fan of naps, they always make me feel like shit.” it’s not like he wanted to be grumpy, but his sleeping pattern had made him so. warren touched his cheek for a second and blinked a few times, trying to focus on what landon was saying. “okay, give it to me.” needless to say that warren was both expecting it to be something important and non-important at the same time. “shitposting about what exactly?” the fact that he didn’t say no at once alone meant something.

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percytf‌:

persephone can’t really describe the aching in her chest when she thinks about how much she’s missed out on in being gone. and she doesn’t quite know how to handle it. emotions. they linger, making everything feel heavy, making it hard to approach things in a calculated way. when she doesn’t know how to feel, she runs. which is what she’s getting back from, a run through the woods to the very edge of campus, maybe a session of screaming into the wilderness. something to just release whatever is bogging her down– hurt? she’s not expecting warren to be up when she’s back, not really sure why, maybe because she may not be as close to him as her sister may be. “here i am,” she says, stepping into the room, taking a long gulp from her water bottle. “what are you doing?”

“me?” he blinked and glanced back at the case, gesturing her to have a look at it. “i want to sharpen my knives. it’s kind of like meditation for me.” a response like that coming from warren was quite casual for him. what else could be expected from such a knife loving freak? “do you want to help me?”

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brandtmax‌:

          short of rolling her eyes to his brick wall of a response, max sighed, “if you don’t wanna get into it, then we won’t.” she ended her sentence by lying down on his bed, arms crossed with the bottle of liquor nestled in her arms. max gave him another shrug, “does it matter? i’m pretty sure this evening will end how it usually does. i’m putting in pretense as a courtesy because i’m nice like that,” she explained bluntly, though her words slowly trailed off near the end, leaving room for an anticipatory pregnant pause.

          “what if i ignored your vague texts, and you turned up dead the next day? i prefer not to have that kind of guilt hanging over me.” that’s probably the closest she’ll get to admitting she was somewhat concerned. the past few weeks have been insane, and maybe he was affected by it. jury’s still out on whether she cared about really delving into it, but max figured even just a sliver of concern is enough. “so?”

that’s what he liked about her. she didn’t push on things he didn’t want to be pushed on. getting his way is always a turn on for him. and he sort of needed something to get back on his track and make him feel like warren fucking bradford again, so weirdly enough she managed to ease up his mood, just by being herself. warren watched her as she laid down and walked to sit down next to her. “well, there is something teaseful about pretense.” 

“no offense, but you’re not the first person i’d text if i was about to die. but i’ll let you have it since i’m glad that you came after all. i could really use some distraction.”

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oofcori‌:

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there was something so calming about a bookstore and cori had missed the feeling — the library at gallagher was beautiful but it wasn’t as freeing as this. she’d planned this with warren because she was determined they could do this whole friend thing. she’d already made such a point of it that it was too late to turn back. letting her fingers run one at a time on the bookshelf, she looked for something to loved. “ okay, what did you think to … ” cori began before pulling out a book and showcasing it to him. “ dorian gray ? yay or nay ? ”

going to the bookstore together almost felt like a test drive to see what their relationship was building up to and if they could really leave that night in the past. though, them meeting seemed perfect for a romantic date, books were something that have rooted into their childhood together. warren was looking at the same bookshelf that cori brought the book out from. “i thought you had already read that,” he responded and shrugged. it obviously had been just him. “go for it, i guess. it is kind of depressing though.”

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asher-west‌:

      Asher had finished up at the punching bag after a long session of venting through hitting something, and was heading over to his locker to get changed when he heard a loud BANG from a few rows down. He turned to look at the source, finding another figure standing in front of his locker. 

      At the angry tone Asher raised his hands in surrender. “Uh, not particularly, dude. I’m just wondering what that locker said to deserve a beat-down.” He laughs, though maybe a little too loud for the current scenario. 

warren had actually set his mind on directing his irritation of the stupid locker towards the person who’s stare he felt. it had been a coincidence that it had been asher, who he wasn’t a big fan of either way. though, he’d never in his life admit it, the dislike towards him had rooted from the second that he had seen him together with cori. “it’s not fucking opening,” warren grunted as a response. “i’m glad someone finds it fucking amusing. don’t choke on your own saliva once you’re at it.” he looked asher up and down, expressing his antipathy.

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ardenweber‌:

   ARDEN PULLED OUT his flask, already starting off what he knew would be a binder this weekend. being stuck behind the walls of gallagher was driving him crazy, sure he understood why they were kept there but being stuck in one place for to long always drove him crazy. it didn’t help that he was running low on alcohol back at his dorm, he was going to let lose this weekend and no one was gonna stop him. vodka hit the back of his throat as he sipped from the flask, making his nose scrunch up slightly. he glanced over to the person next to him, holding out the flask towards them feeling a bit generous today. “wanna sip? it’s good, not the cheap shit.” @gallagherstart​ 

warren shrugged and took the flask from arden, taking a gulp from it. being in here meant that this was his chance at restoking his stash of alcohol, which he was thankful for, but he let his first night here be one he’d remember nothing of, if he’d be successful enough. he had a lot to drink away after all. “it’s trash, dude,” warren responded and gave it back to him. “if you haven’t yet been in russia, you should definitely go here. good quality black out guaranteed. and will learn to distinguish good between bad vodka. not all that is expensive is good when it comes to vodka, that you have to remember. also, i’ve drank better samogon than this,” as someone who identified as russian and grew up with the drinking traditions of his russian relatives, arden would have to trust on his opinion. “come on, i’ll buy us something better.”

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sunnyxxmartin‌:

Sunny had been staring off into space, taking a break from her work. She wasn’t aware that she was staring at someone, especially at Warren. So, when he called her out, she blinked a few times before scrunching her nose. “I wouldn’t say that you’re breathtaking, that’s a stretch,” Sunny told him. “And it’s not like I was trying to stare at you. I was zoning out and didn’t realize where I was looking.”

“a stretch? so that does mean that you find me attractive.” it hadn’t even been that much about what she was saying. warren was quite self-centered as it was. “so you’d say my face is a perfect place to look at while zoning out?” he said that with the most annoying smirk on his face as he laid back in the chair and put his arms behind his head. 

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burnthesagc‌:

she took the sweater and should have walked away. she had lost enough dignity around warren already, she certainly could not afford to lose anymore, but truth was, she was almost hurt about it. about how honest she had seemed around her, how good and special he had made her feel. fuck– she should have never said yes to any of it. “you know what,” she started, bringing her sweater to her chest as if she needed some sort of protection. “i know i was a mistake along the way for you, but i’m a person too, you know?” she was offended. she hadn’t been exactly avoiding him– maybe just a little bit, but she would have talked to him if he came to her. apologize maybe. 

the side of him that he had showed to sage was dishonest. he had been trying to be the perfect guy for her, everything she had imagined the guy for her to be like until the real life problems punched him in the face. he wanted to prove something to himself, that he could be nice, that he could create a whole persona and make someone who’d probably hate him, actually like him. warren hadn’t thought about the fact that it’d clearly hurt sage. he glanced up from the book, but not quite at her, when she spoke up. her tone giving away all that she thought of him in that moment. “i never said you were a mistake.” but he definitely was acting pathetic while having been ignoring her. warren closed the book and stood up to look her in the eye and say what he probably should have said before. “i’m just going through a lot of shit right now and i can’t give you what you want. i shouldn’t have made the impression that i could.” 

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brandtmax‌:

          She doesn’t exactly care much about Warren’s problems ( or maybe she did—is it apt to classify them as friends? ), but ambiguous texts can’t be ignored. It’s nice to hold on to the normal things, no matter how small they are. Petty drama ( she thinks ) is included.

         There’s a miniature bottle of Bombay Sapphire in her hand, just in case they need something to smoothen the conversation, and uses her other hand to gently rap at his door. A subtle smirk touches her lips when she hears the knob turn, even straightens her posture slightly as she greets him, “Vague texts are back, huh?”

         Max ambles into his room, eyes curiously scanning her surroundings to find clues that might’ve preceded the next. Nothing. She settles for plopping down on his bed and looks up at him with a barely inquisitive stare, “Bad news getting you down? Or is this a Thomas Pynchon thing you’re going through?” ( @wxrrcn​ )

warren had pressed his shoulder against the wall when he had opened the door, letting it slide wide open once he saw who it was. he didn’t respond to her question before she had gotten in and he had closed the door behind her. he was dreading the idea of talking about what was going on with him and inside of his head, so he intended to avoid the subject. the exact reason for the vague texts that she loved so dearly.

“i’d call it more of a henrik ibsen thing, but i don’t want to get into it right now,” he sneered and followed her movement to the bed with his eyes only. the tiny complicated details around his family drama and the irony of it all is what made him mention the name. russian and european authors were closer to his heart thanks to his mother after all. “but did you really come all the way here to have a chat with me?” with those words he took a few steps towards her.

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levimadden‌:

“I was just going to go grab something to eat. You heading there?” he asked. He wouldn’t consider Warren a good friend, but he was good enough company to hang out with. Besides, Levi was a sociable person who always preferred being in the company of others rather than hang out on his own. “Nah, I’ve been slacking off. How’s it going with you?” It was true he was slacking off. With everything happening, he wasn’t bothering much with studies; however, he needed to catch up eventually and cram a bit.

“yeah, i’m heading there now. heard they have some chocolate pudding today and wanted to hurry before they’re all out,” the male responded and moved towards the direction of the cafeteria, joining the other. warren looked at levi and shrugged. “i don’t know. shitty. good. fine. whatever. too early to say. always ready for something to come up and screw my day once again, that kind of thing.” he responded carelessly but he had bags under his eyes. “but i haven’t been doing much of studying either if i’m being honest.”