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“That’s disgusting.” You uttered, as the two main leads were eating each others' faces.
His throat bobbed as he agreed with your statement. The coldness of your air conditioner didn't seem worth complaining anymore since the whole room already felt like it was on fire when you showed up to his doorstep.
Unbeknownst to you that Warren is already having a major meltdown as he pictures you in the female lead's place. Your lips darting out to kiss a spot on his neck before moving back to his jaw, then whispering a dark secret that made him close his eyes and grab the pillow next to you to cover his ever so growing boner.
“Hey! That's my cuddle pillow. You got your own.” Your scolding voice echoed, but he didn't focus on it.
His eyes were locked, straight towards your television. Because he knows if he looks at your figure, he might just bust. It's not his fault you got your cardigan loosely slipping from your shoulders, revealing a cute tank top. That tank really hugs your figure though, if he pulls it down just slightly will he see one of your red lingerie, or maybe with those pink bows. He really is a creep, through and through.
Shit. Is she even aware of what she's doing to me?
“Warren!” Ignored. Probably because of those thoughts circling around his perverted mind.
“Ugh, fine, be so selfish.” Even your eye roll is cute. Fuuuuck.
Your attention went back towards the screen, is this even allowed? You couldn't help but laugh at the so-called sex scene in the movie:
The girl was on her knees with her eyes rolling on the back of her skull as she took the whole length. It was so exaggerated, this doesn't even look real. This might as well a porn than an “explicit movie”. Then again, it was Warren who put this on.
“What?” His voice came out broken before he coughed.
“It’s just that,” You stopped, who are you to critique? Yeah, you might have done it a couple of times from past flings but there's no way a girl can come from just a blowjob.
“What?” He tilted his head towards you, the same intensity he has on the screen was now directed at you.
“There’s just too much exaggeration, seriously, cumming from giving a blowjob?” You swerved your eyes back to the movie, and took a deep breath.
He bit his lower lip as his knuckles were turning white from holding back. “Did you learn that from fucking Chad?”
“Please, there was nothing to suck off of him.” Your laughter echoed around his dorm, quieter than it ever was since it was holiday break and both of you decided to stay at the dorms.
“But I have learned a thing or two from other people.” You admitted, why the fuck did you even admitted it? Whatever, he started it.
Your words caught his breath, just imagining it right now feels worse knowing you're literally beside him. This isn't right, he can't be lusting for his best friend.
“Really? What is it?” Fuck it. He’s not really a gentleman to begin with.
Fuck friendships, fuck your best friend.
A blush spreads across your cheeks, debating whether he's playing with you again or he's genuinely crazy to ask a girl that question.
But you humored him, “I know that you shouldn't graze your teeth against it. And well, whatever comes out tastes disgusting.”
The waters had been tested, he closed his eyes momentarily as he rested his head against the couch. He's such a fucking asshole, and he knows it.
He turned his eyes back to you, but you were already looking at his expression. Warren let out a shaky breath before pushing the pillow away from his lap. “You think you can do that for me?”
This question shouldn't have caught you off-guard as you have been practically dreaming about him saying these words, but much more filthier in terms of your dreams.
You didn't answer him, your actions spoke louder as you closed the gap between the two of you.
Slightly palming him through his pants without breaking any eye contact, before his eyes flicked back to your lips. Hissing quietly when he felt your touch, even though his shorts and boxers were the only remaining cloths that separated you from his hardened cock.
It was only a matter of time before his mouth was on your neck, savoring your taste as much as you will let him, leaving love bites that will last ‘til tomorrow. Warren rested his forehead against your exposed shoulder while your hands unfastened his pants and pulled it down along with his boxer, revealing him completely before you.
His hitched breaths turned ragged as you spitting on your hands to help yourself wrap it around his cock, he particularly likes this one spot when your thumb circles around his slit.
The movie was long forgotten as soft whimpers had muted the volume from whatever the two of you were watching. His breath fanned against your neck, sending shivers up to your spine, while sweetly pleading your name.
“I think I’m going to,” You stop, only to see him scrunch his eyebrows and turn his head towards you. He whispered your name—breathless, either from your handjob or the fact you stopped right when he could paint your hands, white. “Come on, please.”
“Don’t you want to experience a blowjob?” You asked, tying up your hair into a loose ponytail.
“Wait, are you serious?” His hand catched your forearm, before calling out your name. “Hey, you don’t have to do that. I mean, this isn’t what friends do, right?”
“My god, Warren, I’ve already given you a handjob. You’ve just been promoted into best friends with premium benefits.”
WIth benefits, maybe. You thought, as you got off the couch and settled between his legs. Luckily his floor has a soft mat to make sure your knees won’t get bruised. Warren’s face was flushed and it was evident down to his neck, while his hands clenched the discarded cardigan you let him have.
“You’re really hot.” He confessed, maybe it was in a spur of a moment thing, but what else can he say? Should it be that he wanted this to happen since he caught you making out with one of your so-called boyfriends?
“Don’t worry, I know.” You tucked a strand of hair on your ear and stared down at his size.
Shit. Can I even take this? You asked yourself, but you can already feel the wetness in your underwear to back out now.
A beat, and another, until his free hand reached behind your head, nudging your cheek against his cock. “Please, do something.”
He begged, you could feel the pulse and heat of it against your skin. You gave an experimental lick until you felt the urge to swirl your tongue around his tip. The hand that was resting at your head has already grasped your hair, while his head was thrown back to the couch.
The way his voice changed into a stern tone flipped your stomach and all you could think is to oblige immediately. It was already halfway when you felt his tip, if you swallow him whole you might as well choke.
Warren slowly opened his eyes to look at you, your eyes were glassy as you struggled taking him in, while your chin was already slick with your saliva. Yeah, this is the perfect way to go out right now. The thought crossed his mind while his hand softly brushed your bangs away from your eyes as his thumb caressed your cheek with an indention of his cock.
“I thought you were good at this,” He huffed, pretending like his cock wasn’t engulfed in wet heat that drives him crazy. “I guess that wasn’t true.”
Your eyebrows furrowed with his words that hurt your pride, because there’s no way this virgin is insulting you right now.
You sink much lower, until his tip reaches the back of your throat—despite the reflex you felt, you swallow it down. The remaining size that couldn’t fit was accompanied by your hand, once you got a good rhythm that turned his sighs into moans, you hollowed your cheeks.
“God, faster.” He demanded, his hand that was holding onto your cardigan moved towards the side of your head. He finally caught onto your pace, and thrusted his hips back while you let out a squeal from the sudden roughness.
“Warre-mmgh!” You tried to protest, as you dug your nails onto his thighs.
The stutter of his thrust only meant that he was going to cum, but his pace was relentless, you couldn’t even catch your breath before you felt the warmth arousal in your throat. “Swallow it.”
Once every drop of him was sucked off by you, he gently pats your head before getting a good look at you. Your swollen lips are darkened and wet with his cum and saliva. “You’re a mess.”
Your voice was a quiet rasp, “And whose fault is that?”
He smiled, knowing he’s the reason behind your hair being a mess, while your mouth was soaked because of him.
“I’m sorry.” He’s not. “Come here, the floor’s cold.”
He picked you up from the floor to settle you on his lap. “Are you okay?”
You nodded, though your jaw is throbbing. You burrowed your head, feeling the haziness of it all, almost falling asleep.
“Hey, who said you’re going to sleep? We’re not done yet.”
brah i havent even played double exposure yet but what did they do to my buddy warren? not cool, man. anyways what if they were long distance friends and warrens arc in lis meant something
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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…
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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
P.S: whoever you are anon, I LOVE YOU FOR SPARKING MY CREATIVITY
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.
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 just to show 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 complete opposite, the cold chill of the metal frames of his glasses was enough for your senses to numbed.
His remark made you speechless, but to be honest it was the way his touches made you into 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 that was tucked in your pocket, 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 it 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, which 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 on you and pin 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 creaked open, the both of you knew had so little time to fix yourselves as it the main hall was connected to the living room.
“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 with the biggest grin.
“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, just a small 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 got his eyes on you.
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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.
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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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 links 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 the paper bags that you made him buy.
Immediately, you rushed to his side taking the paper bags in your arms. “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 him at the studio, as 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 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 since the velvet sofa seems to swallow him up along with the 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 because he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable being under a camera. But now, with you, his insecurities seems to dissipate with you behind that camera.
“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.”
