#warner comeback

part 1 part 2

I missed my bby warner so yay part three after a decade everyone applaud🙏

male yandere, female reader

Warner impatiently drums his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the restaurant's window. Specifically, on your figure sitting on a table in front of the window, allowing him a front-seat view of your supposed 'date' with this random man. After he shows you all he could offer you on a silver platter, somehow, you still run to another mediocre man who takes you to an alright restaurant at best for a first date.

He's a little disappointed in you if he's being honest. And he's more disappointed with how you're acting like you're actually enjoying this.

You sip your wine with a smile, cheeks flushed bright in the warm lighting, eyes glazed over and gazing into that man's eyes like he's the only one you see. Leaning over the table closer to him, letting him touch your hand.

Just what do you think you're doing?

The drumming fills the silence of his car, and he's surprised the windows aren't fogging up with the way he's huffing and puffing. He's waiting for this little playdate to be over so he can have a little chat with you, and if you aren't being a difficult brat like you always are, he could take care of you properly. You shift in your seat slightly to rummage through your purse, and his eyes zero in on the movement., You only twisted your body slightly to the side, but the slight movement made the fabric of your dress shift, revealing a dark navy strap tugging at your skin.

He stills. Were you wearing his present for another man? Were you planning to show it to him? To use it?!

His body is moving before he even realizes it, swinging his car door open and slamming it behind him like a madman. A couple walking down the sidewalk whip their head to the sound, concern painting their face, but he ignores them and keeps walking towards the double glass doors. He charges towards your table, and your date notices him first, his smile fading as his eyebrows pull in a tense line, you turn to look over your shoulder and your eyes are blown wide, you almost jump out of your seat and bolt but he makes it to your table in long strides before you get the chance to, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

Your date notices your reaction and straightens up "Can we help you-" Warner looks at him with absolute disgust and disdain, like he's nothing more than a pest that dared to crawl near him "I'm not in a great fucking mood tonight, I'd mind my business if I were you." His gaze slides back to yours, softening only a little but still having that hard edge where his anger burns slowly. "Come on love, let’s go." He sighs extending his hand out for you to take it, and you feel like your entire body is on fire. "Excuse me? I'm not going anywhere with you, and if you thought for even a second that I'd do otherwise, then something is seriously wrong with you." He huffs and rolls his eyes. "Save me the dramatics, love. Come with me so I can dine you properly and discuss this little stunt you pulled." Your jaw drops, "Stunt?!" You don't mean to but you shout making a few heads turn in your direction. You feel embarrassment creep up to color your cheeks as you hear murmers around you but you don't back down "You follow me and crash my date, which I have been enjoying up until now, and I'm the one who pulled a stunt?" You're both glaring at each other, fire burning behind your eyes, bodies tense. You dates eyes dart between both of you, almost hesitating to intervene. He pushes his seat back, the wood screeches against the floor, and you both snap your head towards him. "Listen, man, you need to leave. She doesn't want you here, and we'd like to finish our date. We don't need to make a scene." Warner doesn't say anything, only stands still and stares unblinkingly at your date. You hold your breath, You wouldn’t be completely surprised if he pounced on your date right now.

But he never does. He only walks away from your table and through a door in the back disappearing deep in the restaurant. You share a worried glance with your date and shrug, both of you not saying a word. A few minutes later, Warner is walking out with a paper in his hand and determination in his eyes. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes "He fucking didn't.." You whisper, and your date looks confused.

The entire table shakes when Warner slams the paper down, silverware clinking and wine spilling on the white cloth. He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently. You take a closer look to read and have your suspicions confirmed.

The fucker actually did it.

"I assume you have the basic capability to read, meaning you realize I own this place now. Get the fuck out of my restaurant." Your date scoffs "Whatever man, you're insane. Come on, let's get out of here." He picks up his coat and reaches out to hold your hand when Warner blocks it "You won't be taking her anywhere or putting your hands anywhere near her." His tone isn't the usual polite classy one you're used to. He sounds viscious, like he's being held back by a thread. You spring up from your seat catching both their attention “This is ridiculous. Look, I need to take care of this, you should leave." Your date almost looks betrayed and he looks at you like you're the craziest person he's ever met "Are you serious? He's crazy-" You reach a palm up to pat his chest comfortingly "I promise I'll be okay. I'll call you later." Warner scoffs, muttering under his breath "Like hell you will." You hold back from shooting him a glare instead focusing on your date who seems to be having an internal conflict. Eyes darting between you and Warner before he slowly nod "Okay I uh- Just text me or call me or soemthing. Let me know you're okay.” You nod and give him a gentle smile and he finally leaves but not without looking over his shoulder about five times. As soon as the doors shut behind him you hastily grab your coat and purse and walk around Warners body to the door, not once looking at him and not bothering to put on your coat either, the only thing on your mind was getting as far away as possible from him. A decision you soon regreted as the cold air hit your exposed skin. You were only a few steps out of the restaurant before you heard the door open behind you followed by shoes tapping on the concrete floor. He gently tugs at your arm "Wear your coat, it's cold." you shake your arm out of his grasp and coontinue walking "Not cold." He hufs behind you.

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s rolling his eyes "I don't mind working for it love but I really don't think either of us is in the mood tonight." You hear his footsteps behind you but you continue ignoring him. That is untill yout feet are lifting off the air and you're being thrown over his shoulder like a sack of patatoes "What are you doing?!" Your hands ball up into fists and pound on his back “Put me down. Now!” You tel when you feel a sharp sting on your ass “Stop fussing darling.” You reach his car and finally he lets you down. If he notices how red your face has gotten he doesn’t show it. He opens the passengers door and looks at you with a bored expression “Get in.” You’re tempted to spare a glance behind your shoulder to see if you could make a run for it but settle with quietly getting in the passenger’s seat. After tonight you’re sure he has no issue picking you up and placing you in the car himself if it came to that.

The car ride is quiet. Only the hum of the cars engine and the clicking of the blinker filling the silence. You shift uncomfortably in your seat and clear your throat “How did you know I was on a date tonight?” He sighs and smiles softly “I always know what you’re doing. I thought you knew that already.” You roll your eyes “So you followed me like a psychopath and ruined my date?” He shakes his head bitterly “That was a joke not a date. He doesn’t deserve you.” You turn to him fury in your eyes “And you do?!” The car stops abruptly and you brace a hand on the dashboard “Yes I do. More than anyone and I truly don’t understand why you can’t see it. I’ve shown what I can offer you and you’ve barely considered it. What’s worse after everything you go to a random man who can’t give you half the things I can” He growls “Do you truly despise me that much?” His eyes hold desperation and frustrations. Your glare softens “Are you really never going to stop chasing me?” His gaze hardens “Never. You can hate me all you want, you can throw out everything I give you and I’ll never stop.” You sigh your body going limp. You look out the window to see you’ve been outside your apartment this whole time.

You bite your lip and curse under your breath “Okay.” You’re probably going to regret this “One date.” He smiles and reaches a hand up to caress your cheek tenderly “Thank you love.” He leans in and his breath fans against your ear “I promise you’ll wish you would have done this sooner.” You shudder and push him away. “Don’t get ahead of yourself I’m just getting you off my back.” You grab your purse and reach to open the car door “Burn it.” You blink “Burn what?” He looks at you with an unamused stare “What you’re wearing under that dress. I’ll buy you a different one.” You scoff “Pervert.”

You make sure to slam the door behind and not look back once knowing he’s staring at you.

The next morning just as promised a package arrived at your door. Dark red, lacy and filling your head with thoughts you don’t want.

“I should make it clear you don’t wear this for anyone else love.

See you soon.”

You don’t crumple his note and chuck in the trash like you normally do.