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“What the hell do you spend your time doing on that phone?”

𝐑𝐢𝐄’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 ✦

🌊 :: this is how water loves. I hope we return to each other / in waves.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 ✭°｡⋆⸜

➤ 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 , 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎 …

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ✧࿐

➤ 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓, 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 , 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄

➤ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍

➤ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 , 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐄, 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄

➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒, 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄, 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋, 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑.

his hair slicked back has me feeling things *✧･ﾟ

Whiskey on ice.

pairings: Aaron Warner x Fem!Reader

summary: What’s the best thing that ever happened to you and why is it (drunk) Aaron Warner?

warnings: alcohol, ooc(?) Aaron Warner, kissing, suggestive themes, fluff, and a light smut!

« words: 2.09k ┇ao3┇reblogs are appreciated! »

🪩:: voicemail ; read my other aaron warner fics here.

The phone buzzed insistently on your nightstand, waking you from your deep slumber. Groaning, you fumbled for it in the darkness, squinting at the screen.

Kenji’s name illuminated the room.

Of course, it was fucking Kenji. Damn you, Kishimoto.

“What the fuck do you want?” You mumbled, your voice thick with annoyance and sleepiness.

“Hey there, sunshine,” came Kenji's sarcastic voice through the speaker. “So sorry to interrupt your slumber, sleeping beauty.” Kenji slurred, clearly drunk.

“Kenji, it’s two in the morning,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I’ve got a little situation here,” he replied, his tone strangely cryptic.

Jesus Christ.

“What kind of situation?” You asked, growing more concerned by the second.

“Aaron fucking Warner.” Kenji deadpanned.

“He's had a bit too much to drink,” Kenji explained, his voice full of amusement.

"Tell her I love her!"

You grinned when you heard Warner’s drunken voice in the background cutting kenji off. He definitely sounded as if he’d had a bit more to drink than usual.

“And he's a little... clingy and needy, to say the least.” He continued.

“Kishimoto, tell her I love her!” Your boyfriend's voice can be heard in the background.

“He says he lo—” Kenji paused, his phone shuffled loudly and your eyes narrowed at the sound. And then you heard Aaron on Kenji's phone a second later.

“My love, I love you,” Aaron said to the other line.

“I love you too, Aaron.” You replied, smiling.

“You’re the most beautiful person I have laid my eyes upon, angel. My pretty love,” Aaron continued. “You are my face of aphrodite, The human embodiment of all of my desires, my beloved.”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliment, biting up a smile, “Oh don’t you think that’s an exaggeration—“

“No,” Aaron cut you off firmly. “It is not, it’s the truth, my love. You-you are-“

“Warner, give me back my phone, asshole!”

As you fought back a laughter, you still can hear your boyfriend’s drunk voice in the background.

“Drunk Aaron Warner?” you repeated, trying to wrap your head around the image. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Oh, it's very real,” Kenji assured you. “And I need your help to wrangle him. He won't stop talking about you, and he's insistent on seeing you.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The thought of a tipsy Aaron Warner being affectionate and flirtatious was too tempting to resist.

“I'll be right there,” you said, already throwing on some clothes and grabbing your keys.

“Okay, we will just try to make him drink water,” Kenji assured you.

“Oh my fucking god—no, Warner, you fucking tell her that! That’s too much information, man. Disgusting.”

You hear kenji rant, not entirely sure you wanted to know what drunk aaron was spewing to kenji.

“Y’all need to leave me alone to y’all’s sex life, for real.” Kenji mumbled as he turned off the call.

When you arrived at the designated meeting spot, you spotted Kenji standing by a black car. Aaron Warner was leaning against the vehicle, his normally impeccable suit rumpled and his tie hanging loose. He looked a little disheveled, but his green eyes sparkled with mischief as he caught sight of you.

“There’s my pretty baby,” Aaron slurred, pushing off the car and stumbling toward you.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unsteady gait. "Hey, darling. Having a good time?"

Aaron grinned broadly, his trademark stoicism replaced by an endearing warmth. "The best time," he declared. "But it could be even better if you were here with me."

Kenji rolled his eyes as he strutted off to you and Aaron. "Take him home, will you? He's been driving me crazy all night." You only nodded and gave him a smile.

As you led Aaron to the car, he leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder. "You're so pretty," he slurred.

You couldn't help but blush at his candidness. "I think you're pretty great too, Warner."

With some effort, you managed to get him into the passenger seat. He insisted on holding your hand during the entire drive, peppering your knuckles with sweet, slightly drunken kisses.

"You're amazing," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm lucky to have you."

As the ride goes on, Aaron’s hand had traveled from your hand to your inner thigh, caressing it and making you shiver from his touch.

“Aaron! We’re on the road, hands to yourself!” You told him, pulling out his hand from your thigh.

“‘m sorry, love, can’t help myself.” He mumbled. “You just smell so good, makes me wanna…” after that, you can’t understand the incoherent words he was saying.

“uhuh,” you mused, “keep your hands to yourself for a moment, yeah?” You told him as warner only grunted in response.

When you arrived home, you helped him out of the car. He stumbled a few times, but you were there to catch him each time. Inside, you settled him on the couch, where he promptly draped himself across your lap.

"You're comfy," he mumbled, nuzzling into your thigh.

You chuckled, running your fingers through his tousled hair. "I'm glad you think so."

As you went to the kitchen to grab him some water, you felt him following you.

His hands firmly gripped your hips once more, drawing you close to him in an abrupt, passionate motion. A gasp of surprise escaped your lips as his forehead lowered to meet yours. The faint scent of alcohol lingered on his breath as he nestled his nose against yours.

"I just want to make love to you tonight, angel," he murmured, his words causing your breath to quicken. His intentions were crystal clear, and you felt your resolve waver in response to his desire.

Breathing becoming shallower, you struggled to maintain composure as he continued, his hands descending to firmly grasp your hips, pressing your body against his.

"Not— not tonight," you stammered out, fighting against the powerful pull of his closeness.

"I just want to make you feel good, my sweet girl," he whispered, his voice laced with desire. His hands slid sensuously down to your waist, pulling your hips into a slow, intoxicating dance with his.

"Want to take care of you. Always want to take care of you."

You moistened your lips, trying to regain control, all while Aaron's hips moved against yours, making it increasingly difficult to resist. You exhaled a deep breath, attempting to stay collected.

"Not tonight, baby," you whispered back, your voice trembling.

His lips lowered beside your ear, sending shivers down your spine as they brushed against your skin. "I always take care of my love," he purred, placing a lingering kiss along your neck. "Always take real good care of you, my sweet angel."

"Let me take care of you tonight, please."

"Not when you've drunk so much," you replied, your voice wavering. With great effort, you managed to step back out of his embrace, resisting the urge to grind back into him. "Let's get you to the couch. I'll get you some water."

Aaron sighed deeply, his hands halting their explorations. You guided him down the hallway towards his couch, and he plopped down onto it. You fetched a glass of water from his kitchen and handed it to him. He downed it quickly, and you set the empty cup on the coffee table.

Turning your attention back to him, you noticed his disheveled work clothes. "How about I help you get ready for bed? Does that sound good?"

A sly grin crossed Aaron's face as he replied, "That depends. What are we doing in bed?"

"Sleeping, Aaron," you asserted firmly. Bending over, you took hold of his hands and gently tugged him from the couch. "Come on."

After helping Aaron into his bed, you slipped in beside him. He immediately curled up against you, his arms enveloping your waist.

"You're incredible," he whispered, breaking the silence.

You couldn't help but snort softly and shake your head. "And you're drunk," you replied.

"No, I'm serious," he insisted. "You're so smart, kind-hearted, funny, perfect. You're... you're too good for me. Much too good for me."

A frown creased your brow as he continued, his words spilling forth in a torrent of insecurity. "And I can't help but wonder how a heart like yours could ever love a heart like mine. You deserve someone better."

"Stop that, Aaron," you warned, your voice gentle but firm.

He shook his head vigorously. "Shush. Do not worry, my love," he murmured. "I'm far too selfish to want to give you up now.

"I will keep trying to be better to deserve you, my beloved. Please remember that," he said earnestly, his gaze locked onto yours.

"Aaron..." you began, but he interrupted.

"Please don't ever get tired of me," he pleaded. You looked at him, your heart swelling with affection, and kissed his forehead.

"I won't, love. You have me until the end of the universe," you assured him.

"I love you," he declared, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that held your attention.

For a moment, you were captivated by the depth of emotion in his eyes, as if his "I love you" carried a significance beyond words.

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling a warmth spread through your heart. His head tilted slightly, a softer expression on his face, his lips parting in a gentle smile.

His gaze remained fixed on you, and you sensed that his love was something profound, something that words could never truly capture.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up.

“Love?” he asked tentatively through the dark.

“Hmm?” you answered.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before he spoke.

“Will you at least kiss me?” he asked.

“Of course, pretty boy,” you replied.

You leaned in, his lips seeking yours. The kiss was passionate and filled with an intensity that made your head spin.

As the night wore on, Aaron's clinginess increased. He refused to let you go, holding your waist tightly and pulling your head into his chest. He rested his head on your hair, and maybe nuzzle your neck affectionately.

his head shifting along the pillow for a moment before you felt him brush his lips against your forehead. Your eyes closed, a smile spreading across your mouth. And then gradually you both fell asleep.

___

Bonus:

The soft glow of dawn crept into the kitchen as you tiptoed in, careful not to make too much noise. You knew Aaron had indulged in one too many drinks last night, and he'd likely be nursing a hangover this morning. Your heart swelled with affection for him as you prepared to make breakfast, wanting to take care of him in the best way you knew how.

As you quietly scrambled eggs and toasted bread, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of how your relationship with Aaron had evolved.

Just as you were about to flip the eggs, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist. Aaron's chin rested on your shoulder, and he hugged you from behind, his body warm against yours.

"Morning, love," he slurred, his voice thick with sleep and the remnants of alcohol.

You chuckled softly and turned off the stove before turning in his embrace. "Morning, Aaron. Head hurts?"

"Mhm," he hummed, nuzzling your neck as if seeking comfort.

You reached up to run your fingers through his disheveled hair, a soothing gesture that seemed to help alleviate his discomfort. "Remember what I said last night?"

He pulled back slightly, his green eyes searching yours with a playful glint. "Y’know something from the kitchen."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out which of his drunken declarations he was referring to. "Which one?"

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a tender, lingering kiss that left you slightly breathless.

And then it clicked.

"You said you wanted to take care of me and make love, but I said no because you were drunk," you said.

A faint blush crept across your cheeks as you remembered his needy and flirtatious behavior from the night before.

Aaron smirked, a wicked glint in his gaze.

"Well, I’m not drunk now." He said, smirking.

Oh Gods.

Your heart raced as his hands roamed your waist, pulling you closer. "Aaron, your hangover—"

He silenced your protests with another heated kiss.

Authors Note:

Woohoo 🫡 here’s a short fic for y’all since I’m still finishing up

the 12k+ Aaron Warner 7 evil exes fic (only 1 and a half chapter left) 🥸 anyway, enjoy!

English is not my first language and this isn’t beta read! And also my first time writing a fic 😮‍💨

Please let me know what you think :)

my soul is too well tangled with you

summary: Much to Tom Riddle's surprise, he's not the only one that loves you dearly.

Tom Riddle found the Riddle Manor to be comforting at times like this, where he would be at his desk writing down his plans for the future, with you in the same room doing whatever interested you. You would come up to him, asking him the most random questions, yet Tom never minded. Over and over, he would indulge you with whatever you wanted.

He would find himself staring at you occasionally, his eyes moving away from his parchment to find you and a comforting feeling would wash over him every time.

Tom had always wondered how much he loved you.

He loved you, undoubtedly, but did he love you enough to stay with you forever? Did he love you enough to keep you?

You were intelligent and powerful, and he liked those about you. Those were what drew him to you, after all. Even after both of you left Hogwarts together, you were still the brilliant person he knew. Fortunately, due to that, it would seem like he would be keeping you for a long time.

It was also due to love, that he would be keeping you for a long time as well.

How long? How he wished he knew.

As he continued to stare at you, his mind drifted back to his main question—How much did he love you?

Much to his suprise, he found the answer in his own soul.

When Tom found you admiring his first ever Horcrux, he didn't give much thought into it. If anything, he felt quite proud at how you were still amazed by the idea of a Horcrux. He even considered helping you to make one.

The next following days, he noticed you spending more time with the Diary.

He kept a close eye on you. After all, Horcrux was considered to be the most terrible of all Dark Magic. You were no stranger to Dark Magic, yet a part of him was worried about how it might affect you, how his soul would affect yours.

He had seen you writing in the Diary quite a lot, even chuckling to yourself at times.

For safety precautions, he decided one day, to confiscate the Diary, despite that it was clearly, his.

As expected, you had approached him regarding the Diary.

"You've been obsessed with it, darling," he said smoothly, paying full attention to your reactions as always.

He watched how you frowned slightly. "I'm not obsessed."

Then, you tilted your head. "Well, I am obsessed with bullying the teenage you."

He raised an eyebrow. "You have been bullying my Horcrux?"

"Not exactly," you said, sighing. "I enjoy talking to him—you. Plus, you're busy most of the time."

"You can still come to me," he said softly. "You know I wouldn't mind."

"I do mind," you remarked. "Just give me the Diary."

"No."

"He'll get lonely."

Tom raised both his eyebrows incredulously.

"Whatever!" you huffed. "Ask him, he'll say I'm right."

He watched as you walked away and left the room, no doubt finding new obsession to occupy yourself with.

He contemplated for a moment. It sounded ridiculous, asking the Diary about you. Yet his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself writing in the Diary.

He started with a simple greeting, and almost immediately, a response came.

It's you.

Tom wanted to scoff, because he could feel the disappointment coming from his younger self. He was just writing his response, when a writing came up at the same time. The moment he saw "Where is..." he knew very well what the question was going to be. He had just greeted the Diary, and he could already tell that you were right.

The Diary is with me now, Tom wrote.

Why?

Give it back.

Tom felt a bit offended at that. The Diary was his, not yours. Out of pettiness, he refused to respond anymore and immediately left the room with the Diary in his hand.

You were about to drop the "I told you so!" when you saw him approaching with the Horcrux, but he just wordlessly gave it to you before leaving while muttering something about ungratefulness.

Tom had been deep in his thoughts, as he stared at you from his desk once again. You were on the floor, wearing Slytherin's Locket, which was his latest Horcrux, while being surrounded by books. Of course, one of the books was his Diary.

You were oddly close with his Horcruxes, he noticed. Sometimes, being near him, you would even take his ring off of him just so you could wear it.

Perhaps, he thought, if he should keep you by his side, then he would let you protect and keep his Horcruxes. You definitely would love that.

That was if he should keep you by his side.

He almost sighed at the thought. He did plan this, he really did. He had thought far into the future back in Hogwarts, and he had already envisioned what his future would be like with you. He loved you, and he would gladly keep you by his side.

But were you his strength or his weakness?

Would you be the one to keep him going, or the one that would pull him down?

As he watched you take off the Locket and place it down in front of you, he fell deeper into his own mind.

It seemed that the choice was already made, considering you were here with him, at his home, your home.

Love was never something he was an expert at, and in life, you were the only thing he loved. He wondered if it was genuine, he wondered if it was useful and he wondered if it was—

"Op...en"

—real.

"O...pen."

He blinked. Was that Parseltongue?

"What are you doing?" he questioned immediately, now realising why you had taken off the Locket and placed it carefully in front of you earlier.

"Open."

His eyes widened. The perfection pronunciation.

"Don't—!"

He was too late—the Locket had opened.

A burst of black smoke emerged from the Locket, reaching the ceiling. His papers had flown everywhere but he didn't care. He didn't care that his work became a mess and was flying around the room because he had to get to you.

"I have seen your heart, and it is mine."

That was his own voice, he recognised and it was oddly...

Loving.

The smoke was gradually dissipating, becoming less violent and he noticed a blurry and misty figure coming into view from the smoke. It was him.

The Locket was walking slowly towards you, who were now standing and Tom noticed how you were a bit far from your previous spot on the floor. He wondered briefly if you got hurt somehow when the Locket had opened.

Tom should be getting to you, he should be closing the Horcrux and check up on you but curiousity got the better of him again, because the Locket had his eyes on you with a look that was far from malice.

"I have seen your dreams," continued the Locket. "And I have seen your desires."

He then said your name, so softly that Tom almost couldn't believe that this was a form of Dark Magic.

"My sweet, little love," the Locket purred, as his hand came up to caress your cheek, or at least, he tried to. The Locket didn't seem to mind at all as his blurry hand still hovered near your face.

"My intelligent darling," praise the Locket, giving into your desires. Tom noticed this immediately. You loved validation, you craved for it, and this Locket was giving you exactly that.

His Horcrux was indulging you with your desires.

Why?

His answer came immediately.

"My love," said the Horcrux softly. "My love with a brilliant mind, and a beautiful heart."

He watched as how you were smiling and looking back at his Horcrux so lovingly that he almost felt jealous.

"Close," Tom ordered in Parseltongue, approaching you quickly.

The Locket turned around to gave Tom a cold stare before it was sucked back into the Locket. You had somehow made his own Horcruxes dislike him.

Tom picked up the Horcrux from the floor and looked at you with a raised eyebrow, demanding an explanation — several explanations.

"If this is about the Parseltongue," you started. "The Diary taught me."

"The Diary taught you," he repeated slowly.

"Yes! I was absorbed into the book several times and I asked him to teach me to say that one specific word," you explained, almost sounding proud. "Also, the last time I opened the Locket—"

"You've opened it before," Tom repeated dryly.

"It was outside!" you defended yourself quickly. "I forgot about the smoke!"

Tom inhaled slowly. "Just why were you opening it just now?"

"Well," you started shyly. "You saw how he treated me."

Tom looked at the Locket in his hand, contemplating. "The first time you opened it, it didn't attack you?"

"No," you replied. "He was very sweet."

"Sweet," he chuckled. This was a Horcrux, for Salazar's sake.

"Please don't take it away," you begged sincerely, causing him to look at you again. "I really like this one."

He sighed, before stepping closer and hanging the necklace around your neck. Right where it belongs, he thought.

"I won't," he said softly, while pressing his hand on your chest, where the Locket was. Warm. "It seems that... even my soul is fond of you."

"Even?" you whispered.

"Yes," he said, without missing a beat. "I am fond of you."

"Thank you," you murmured. "You haven't been... I feel like you..."

He frowned at your words. "You were under the impression that I don't love you anymore," he stated.

"Don't say it like that," you said shamefully. "It didn't feel like that, I thought maybe... just not as much as you used to."

"So you resort to my Horcruxes."

"Kind of," you admitted.

"I will let you know now, then," he said firmly, holding your shoulders. "I love you, and I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon. You will stay by my side for eternity."

Yes, he had made up his mind. If his Horcruxes loved you too, then it must meant something. What he felt for you was genuine and he did love you enough, and more. He loved you dearly to keep you with him in his forever.

You beamed up at him for his words. "I love you too."

He inhaled sharply at your response.

How much did he love you?

He loved you enough along with his soul. He loved you enough that his soul was intertwined with you.

"Considering you're so fond of my Horcruxes, how do you feel about becoming one?"

hear me out….. okay reader is famous and meeting fans,, a fan is wearing a top with like charles or max or whoever’s face on it and reader spots it and is like “…who is that😮‍💨” and the fans tell her and shes like “please show me their instagram” and then she follows whoever the guy you choose on ig,,, but one of the fans was recording the whole interaction qnd the video goes viral as well as a screenshot of readers ig following their account <3333 you can ignore i just thought this would be a good giggle type fic and your fics are my fav for giggling <33333

SUMMARY: your comic book signing takes a turn when a fan walks in wearing a t-shirt with a poorly photoshopped "charles lechair" or wheover that is PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem! comic book artist! reader [ no faceclaim ] A/N: this is for my charlie girlies i see your comments ladies and they make me smile im lurking and im stalking when you least expect it; all art used in this is by my lord and saviour dan mora if i could eat his artsyle i would

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ynlantern thank you everyone who stopped by for a print or a sticker @ comic_con ! and if you haven't, i'm here for the next 2 days

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orangleclerc HE'S IN THE LIKES Y'ALL

kirbyvettel can someone pls explain what's going on orangleclerc I'll DM you the video baconforza HEY I WANT TO KNOW TOO lionkingseb ffs please someone explain

egggrosjean I've never cared about anything superhero related but this whole situation made me look into your work, and I have to say it's amazing!!! Keep up the good work

roboclaren HE FOLLOWED HER BACK LMAO

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pierregasly He's great with kids and dogs

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monte_carlos_55 STOP EMBARASSING HIM

verstoppen "My crush is coming act cool" My friends:

charles_leclerc What did I say

pierregasly I'm doing free promotion charles_leclerc You're talking a lot of shit for someone within bitch slap distance pierregasly Delete this, you're ruining my marketing strategy

scuderiaferrari It's true! He's actually a driver, strategist and team principal!

ynlantern isn't half of that your job? scuderiaferrari @ charles_leclerc Nevermind, we don't like her. charles_leclerc 😐

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ynlantern i heard he solved world hunger or something

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vertiddieenjoyer WAR IS OVER

ceruleanwilliams historians in 2294 trying to figure out what charles leclerc actually did and what the internet said he did to get him a date: 😰

pierregasly No need to thank me

honeyvettel the real main character

arthur_leclerc You did it. You crazy son of a bitch you did it.

charles_leclerc No swearing under her posts, please arthur_leclerc Yes, mom.

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charles_leclerc Round 2 :)

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scuderiaferrari That was fast

carlossainz55 Unlike our pitstops scuderiaferrari You're getting distracted charles_leclerc Wish I could get distracted out of SF-23

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the picture ᴼᴾ⁸¹

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

Theme: fluff

Word Count: 663

you looked around the beautiful street feeling absolutely blessed to be in such a gorgeous place with your even more gorgeous boyfriend. usually, oscar was away in some other country for his races, but there wasn't going to be a race for a few weeks so you were able to spend a few weeks with each other.

his gaze met yours and he nodded his head to the left and when you found where his eyes were pointing you let out an excited squeal and reached up to kiss his cheek.

you had always loved photo booths and had boxes full with ones you’d been through with your friends, but none with your boyfriend.

the two of you crossed the street, hands never leaving each other’s as you got closer to the charming little booth that seemed to be inside the wall.

sliding his coins into the little slot out front he, pulled away the curtain and held out his arm, “ladies first.”

you pulled the corners of your dress up a bit and curtsied, “why thank you, kind sir.”

while the photo booth looked vintage from the outside, it was quite modern on the inside, telling them to “pose during the countdown and wait for the flash”.

“what do we do,” oscar pressed his cheek against your shoulder, “c’mon, what?”

you looked at the screen and saw how sweet he looked with his face pressed up against you so you laid your head on his shoulders and decided that would be the first pose.

you and oscar had been dating for many months, and had liked each other for quite a while before that. despite having been with him so long, neither of you had managed to say “the l word” yet, but that certainly didn’t mean you didn’t love him.

everything about the boy had had you captured since you’d first met. from his mis-matched socks to his beautiful smile, you were gone for him almost immediately.

you wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but worried since he hadn’t said it to you yet, and thought that maybe the love was one sided.

you felt a poke on your cheek and looked up at your smiling boyfriend who was once again asking what they should do, unable to get your thoughts of love out of your head, you stared dumbfounded at your boyfriend and before you could register the camera was flashing again.

this time you were sure, it was the most perfect moment possible and even if he didn’t say it back, at least he would know how truly loved he is.

“smile for the camera,” the screen went back to the countdown. “three, two-“

before the camera could flash again, you leaned up and whispered in your boyfriends ear, “i love you.”

you felt his head jerk away from your face and simultaneously your heart crumble to bits. you looked at his shocked face on the screen, jaw hanging low and eyes wide. he slowly turned to you before reaching up to brush his fingers against your cheek.

you had kissed before obviously, but it was never anything like this. It was slow paced and his hand stayed pressed against your cheek, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin.

your hand tangled its self in his hair and pulled him in closer, if that was even possible. his hand moved from your cheek to around the back of your neck ad pulled you in closer just as you had done.

the screen flashed and the room lit up, frightening you both out of the moment the camera had definitely managed to capture. he rested his forehead against your own and brought his hand back up to your cheek.

"i love you too," oscar stood up and pulled you up with him for another kiss before stepping out of the booth, pulling the curtain away for you. "i call dibs on the picture, by the way."

ⁱᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵘʳᵉ ⁱ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ˡᵒᵗ, ⁱ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗˢ ᵗᵇʰ ✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆

enchanted - rafe cameron

summary: you have always been rafe's first choice

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: minor violence, rafe is a bit mean, fluff, bullying (not from rafe)

(part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

rafe cameron is a total dick, he causes trouble wherever he goes, constantly gets in fights and is so mean.

when he was five he was caught setting his sister's stupid doll on fire because it simply annoyed him. he just shrugged and walked away when his father started scolding him, making him even more furious.

he tore up and destroyed all the presents from his ninth birthday party because you were sick and couldn't come. you were the person he was looking forward to see the most, so demolishing the gifts in front of all the parents was the least he could do.

but to you, he was your sweet and gentle rafie, that used to protect you from those mean guys that bullied you in kindergarten and calmed you down during stormy nights, holding you close to his chest. he's the same rafe that gave you soft pecks on your scratched knees and carried you home, scared that you would get hurt again. he always had those pretty hello kitty bandaids at home, they were probably sarah's, you thought. you didnt have to know that he threw a fit because his mom couldn't find your favorite bandaids.

at the age of thirteen he got expelled from school for punching a guy that dumped his lunch on your head, when rafe wasn't present, busy with football trainings.

you knew better than telling rafe about that incident, not wanting him to get in trouble because of you, again. but that didnt stop sarah, who witnessed the whole scene, from running to his brother. to say that rafe cameron was protective of you was an understatement, so it shouldn't have surprised you when you saw the poor guy's broken nose and several dark cuts all over his face.

when rafe got his first girlfriend you caught yourself avoiding rafe because you didnt want to intrude their relationship and totally not because grace, his girlfriend, sent you dirty stares everytime she saw you at rafe's house or simply hanging out with him.

to your surprise he broke up with her after not only a week, claiming that she was getting on his nerves.

when you both grew older, you started to wonder why rafe never settled down, his longest relationship was of two weeks and that was because of a bet. after getting scolded by you and seeing how his actions hurt you, he stopped with these childish bets, as you called them.

"i'll never talk to you again" you said with trembling lips, looking up to him with teary eyes and it took all his self control to not to coo at your cuteness.

little did you know, everyone in outer banks, except you, knew that rafe cameron had one priority, one weakness, and that was you. you are the only girl he can picture bearing his future kids and sharing his last name. he knew from the moment he saw you sitting in the corner of the room rumbling to yourself that you would become his girl.

Hii! I saw that u replied to me that ur requests are open and I am really happy since there are not enough shatter me hc or ff, uk? And I also like the way u write^^

So, if possible, could I please get yandere Warner x reader?

If you dont feel comfortable with this I totally understand dw! And if u do agree to doing my request, thank you and please go ahead and take your time! Have a nice day and make sure to drink enough water <3

Ty for reading my request! :)

Yandere!Aaron Warner x gn!reader

Content warning——— yandere tendencies, obsession

Author note——— Since you didn't specify the gender I've written it as gender neutral! And since I'm not very comfortable with yandere tendencies, I tried to make it as I like it, sorry if it's short or if it's not like how you expectedit to be but i didnt have many ideas for it 😭.

He would never let you go, and you couldn't leave him either. He showered you with affection every day, every hour, every minute, every second. Right now, you were sitting on the couch with him, his arm around your shoulders. Time alone was rare, but he always tried to be with you, or if he couldn't spend his time with you, he would keep something that reminds him of you, and it could be anything. "Kenji was too close to you today" he suddenly said turning to you "well, we work together that's just how it is" you said, slightly confused, you felt his arm around you tightening "you're mine, not Kenji's, no one else apart from me can have you".

You always knew about his obsession, but you never thought that he would say something like that out of the blue. From the start of your relationship he was protective of you, never letting you go, always checking on you and making sure you were comfortable, getting jealous easily and trying to kill Kenji was something daily, somewhat Kenji loved to push his buttons.

"Kenji just loves to tease you, you know that he would never try anything" you say looking into his green eyes which were darker than usual, you felt a shiver run down your back "do you really have to be his friend, it can be just the two of us, you know?" He says, you shrug."Well, it's not like I can just leave him like that," you say, chuckling a bit, trying to lighten the air, but he remains serious "I can send him away, you know? Making sure he won't get close to you again, never letting him touch you again" you didn't answer, you didn't know what to do.

He suddenly stands up, smiling softly at you. "Want some coffee? I can make it for you" he says, like if nothing happened, you simply nod and he goes to the kitchen

You think about what he said. It was not the first time and surely not the last. You knew he was capable of killing someone without remorse, for God's sake he killed an entire army with a fucking machete. He was definitely capable of killing Kenji or someone else if you didn't stop him. The fact that he could feel everyone emotions didn't make things easier if someone even felt a little bit of attraction for you he would know, and it wasn't a good thing.

Surely he wouldn't like that Kenji was growing an attraction towards you...and you were too

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions