Warren x Reader (FINISHED)

It was 2am, and you were about to fall asleep. The quiet soothing rain hitting against your window was helping you drift into a deep slumber, you had just gotten home from work after your bus got cancelled and you had to walk home. Your blankets were like a breath of fresh air. You were just about to drift off when you heard a knocking at your door.

You groaned and pretended like you didn't hear it, digging your head into your pillows. But then the knocking returned, louder this time. You sighed and put on your slippers to go and greet whoever it was at the door. You just knew it was gonna be Warren, your annoying co-worker.

You looked through the peephole, just to see Warren's big pink face looking back at you. You opened the door, and Warren was standing there, with a smile on his stupid face and a soggy umbrella in one hand. "Ah, hello Y/N!! I- uhhh.." He struggled to find his words as you stood there, annoyed. "Its the 5th time this week, Warren.."

He giggled a bit "I know, i hate these bus cancellations too. Im sorry.." Warren then pouted and hung his head, like a fucking idiot. You sighed and gestured for him to come in. He slithered in and hung his umbrella on your coatrack.. Before you flung a pillow at him and hurried back to bed, not wanting to speak with him. Warren was always so needy and clingy, especially towards you, as you were one of his only friends, no wonder he always liked your place the most.

You heard some fumbling and rustling in the next room, it was probably Warren trying to get comfortable on your couch. His attachment to you was almost cute... key word almost. You managed to finally drift off, into a deep sleep...

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You awoke at about 5am to a.. familiar situation. Warren had once again snuck into your room and had snuggled into you. You peered down at him, he appeared to be asleep. It was like a cold, wet... worm. but Warren was an eagle, not a worm. After some careful movements, Warren was successfully off you, but you still felt some of his strange liquid on your arm and cheek.

His behaviour towards you was.. awfully strange. He was like a big dog. A big, shaved, pink dog. Ew. You had talked to your other friends about it sometimes and they all said the same thing. "Warren likes you, Y/N." But you didn't want to like him. No. Never in a million years would you ever like Warren. You wouldn't fall for some pathetic loser who has almost no friends. Or would you??