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Aaron Anderson son of Aphrodite
Kali Doughty daughter of ares
Liam Alvarez son of Ares
Paris Blecher child of Aphrodite
Domingo Sommer son of Apollo
Bryan Bow son of Apollo
Anthony Flores son of Demeter
Aster Bush son of Demeter
Ren Albero son of Demeter
found some old sketches for a wip I can��t remember
I did attempt to finish the sketches to some of these but I wanted to keep my old style so it doesn’t confuse me later when I do line art
#art#doodles#oc art#oc#pjo#ocs#pjo oc#Demeter cabin#aphrodite cabin#Apollo cabin#ares cabin#Aaron Anderson#Kali Doughty#bryan bow#liam alvarez#Paris belcher#Domingo sommer#Anthony Flores#Ren Albero#aster bush
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Aaron Anderson by David Wagner
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us airman aaron bushnell set himself on fire outside the israeli embassy, declaring he would "not be complicit in genocide".
it will be free palestine till i die
#rip aaron bushnell#free palestine#palestine#gaza#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#free gaza#free palestine 🇵🇸#🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸#🇵🇸#gaza genocide#tlou#tlou2#the last of us#the last of us pt 2#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson#aaron bushnell
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@warneraaronanderson @warnerslove
#shatter me books#shatter me spoilers#shatter me fanfic#shatter me series#shatter me#aaron warner x reader#aaron x reader#aaron warner anderson#aaron warner#juliette ferrars#juliette ferrars is a sweetheart#no body is like aaron#lyhfml#kenji x nazeera#kenji kishimoto#kenji#nazeera ibrahim#tahereh mafi#ignite me#imagine me#defy me#destroy me#shatter me x reader#restore me#reveal me#believe me#bookaholic#books & libraries#bookworm#foryou
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all for the game social media au — summer olympics edition (pt. 6): what’s a snoop dog?
#all for the game social media au#kevin day#laila dermott#andrew minyard#jean moreau#jeremy knox#katelyn mackenzie#sebastian moore#shane reed#shawn anderson#lucas johnson#nicky hemmick#cat alvarez#allison reynolds#aaron minyard#matt boyd#catalina alvarez
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Sweet Dreams | A.W
pairings: dad!Aaron Warner x mom!Reader
synopsis: Aaron loves his daughter, he really do. Hell, he would burn down the world for her but sometimes,, all he wanted was to spend one night alone with you—his beloved pretty wife.
warnings: interrupted sexy times, domestic life, GIRL DAD AARON WARNER LESSGOOO, comfort, nightmares, Aaron Warner is so done, reader and dior are little shits, fluff, married life, light smut obvi, it was interrupted though (literally the whole plot) not proofread …
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Aaron Warner is a good father.
He really is, he educated himself on the risks, pros and cons, he even bought himself a book on how to take care of his pregnant wife, a beginners guide on being a father and what not.
He would like to pride himself that he knows about everything, knows how to handle when the baby cries, when the baby throws a tantrum, or when his daughter wants something and such.
but…
If there was one fact no one mentioned to Warner about being a father, it was just how quickly his sex life would evaporate.
He loves dior, he really does. She is his most beloved daughter, baby girl, light of his life, his princess, his Achilles heel (plus you, of course.) and unfortunately the bane of his existence.
he’s kidding.
but of course there are some times that he just wants an alone time with you, his beautiful wife without being interrupted by a certain little princess.
All because you drove him to madness, igniting an insatiable desire within him, awakening the hidden beast that eagerly salivated and panted in response to your lustful glances, strategically unleashed whenever the mood struck.
He would be a fool to lie and pretend you didn’t stir something inside of him, some wretched version of himself rattled the bars of its cage, akin to a hurricane relentlessly tearing through barriers to reach you whenever you allowed your sugar-sweet voice to caress his sensitive ears.
He was a slave for the love you easily gave him as if it’s the easiest thing you can ever do. How can you easily love someone like him? a hopeless man yearning for thirst and begging for a single drink, a solitary taste, as if dying of thirst and pleading at your feet.
You were his goddess, and the privilege of sharing your bed, your throne, surpassed all his wildest dreams. Simply being by your side was more than he believed he deserved, and he vividly recalled the day he first encountered you—the day you convinced him that he was truly worth something.
—
The room is awash with the silvery glow of the moon, you notice, setting a tranquil atmosphere that amusingly contradicts the feverish warmth of Aaron's caresses. His kisses trace a journey from the curve of your neck to the hollow of your navel. However, any sense of composure shatters when your husband playfully bites your right nipple, sending all rational thoughts scattering out the window.
“Ah, Aaron,” you groan after a sharp nip against your collarbone. “fuck! baby…I—we can’t—!”
“Shh, we can, love. Dior is asleep” he whispers against your ear, “just let me take care of my wife, yeah?” He said as he caressed your hair, admiring your beauty under him. “It’s just us…” he said as he chuckled and that made you shiver.
“Pretty, momma…look at you, my pretty wife.” Aaron shifts to readjust himself as he hurriedly vanishes the remaining clothes and attacks your lips and kisses you passionately and hungrily as if he has been starved for years.
“Gods—look at you, ma, pretty as life and poison, want me to put another baby on you, hm?” he said as he dragged his teeth against your chest to taste your beating heart and he then placed soft and slow kisses on your face while stroking your face with his thumb.
You draw him closer, intending for a light and sweet kiss to allow your husband to continue his gentle touches. Yet, it’s not your fault that you find yourself getting lost in the sheer perfection that is Warner.
He, in turn, envelops both of you with his hand, stirring a gentle desire for more within you and oh, dear god, you need more.
Just as you are about to open your mouth to voice out your desires for a little more, a soft, almost inaudible knock interrupts the intimate moment.
The unmistakable soft voice of your three-year-old daughter pierces through the room, calling out, “momma..? dada..?” Panic flashes between you and Aaron, and hastily, you both scramble to locate your discarded clothes.
“mommy! daddy!” yelled dior through the door as she started knocking continuously that makes you and your husband panic more. “‘s da door broken..?!”
“just a second, princess,” Aaron softly calls out, panicking when his hard-on doesn’t seem to go away. Hell.
He glances up at his wife and stares at you, baffled when he realizes that you had already put on your night gown and on your way to open the door.
“Wha—how?” he asks in disbelief. “You were literally just—”
“Don’t underestimate me.” You joked.
Aaron dismissively shakes his head, muttering under his breath, and takes a seat on the bed, discreetly covering his arousal with the white comforter just as Dior bursts into the room and enthusiastically throws herself into your arms.
“Hey, baby,” you whisper, gently rubbing comforting circles on her back. “Nightmare, love?”
"Uh-huh," Dior nods against your neck, her tears leaving your nightgown slightly damp.
you picked her up and went to the bed as dior hugged her dad, sniffing as she softly cried, “oh, darling. What happened, princess? hm?” Asked Warner as he hugged his crying daughter to his arms.
“I—hiccup t-thought monsters got you,” said dior, her green eyes filled with tears. you then pulled her into a hug.
“aw, baby, we are fine,” you said, patting her back. you brush the blonde curls out of your daughter’s eyes. “yeah, sweetheart, no monsters here.”
“Are you sure?” She asked, looking suspiciously around their room.
“Promise,” you replied, assuringly as you stood up to rock her to calm her down.
“We promised, sweet princess. And if there is, daddy will scare the ugly monsters away,” your husband assured her from the bed as dior starting to calm down,
“really?” she said with a shaky voice and a glassy doe eyes and you almost cried seeing her state.
Poor baby.
“I promise, Di, daddy will protect you and momma.” Aaron said sincerely as you rocked her back and forth in your arms, running your fingers through her wild curls.
Dior sniffles start to quiet down. “Mhm…,” she says. “Can I stay here?” She looks at you with puppy eyes that is impossible for you to say no so you nodded.
“Of course, princess ,” Aaron responds, quietly mourning the loss of one night with his wife, alone.
As you continue rocking Dior in your arms, attempting to lull her into a peaceful slumber, your efforts are momentarily interrupted by her sweet voice, breaking the silence of the room.
“Mommy?” Dior queries after a few minutes, perched on your lap with a wide-eyed expression. “What's wrong with daddy?”
Your gaze shifts toward Aaron, who remains sprawled face-down on the bed, emitting occasional groans and muffled whines in his attempt to compose himself for the sake of your toddler. Suppressing a grin, you find amusement in his comical efforts.
“Well, Di,” you murmur, showering light kisses on your daughter’s chubby cheeks to conceal your amusement. “I think your daddy is having a nightmare, much like the one you just experienced.”
Dior gasps in innocent concern. ”Oh no! Mommy, give daddy kisses to scare the monsters away!”
Smiling at her pure-hearted suggestion, you gently explain, “I don’t think that will help, sweet thing.” Observing Dior's face scrunch up in confusion, you swiftly add, ”You see, adults have different nightmares than kids do.”
“But kisses always help!” Dior insists with unwavering conviction.
”Well, if you insist,” you reply, giving in to her innocent plea, and share a quiet laugh at the sheer delight evident on Dior's face.
As you comply with dior’s request, you peppered kisses onto your husband’s face, eliciting a chorus of giggles from both him and Dior.
After showering Aaron with a cascade of kisses, he playfully remarks, "Mhm, daddy is okay now, but he'll be even more okay if you give daddy a kiss too."
Dior, with her eyes sparkling, responds enthusiastically, "Okay, Daddy!" She complies, peppering him with a flurry of sweet kisses as you heard Aaron giggles so you did, and in the midst of the joyous exchange, she graciously plants kisses on your face, too.
“Thank you, baby. Ready for sleep?” You asked and the response is a barely there nod.
“Love you and g’night, little missy.” You whisper, your voice sounds like a lullaby to the quiet room.
Aaron chimes in, taking on the role of the protector, “daddy will be right here, chasing away any monsters that dare to bother you, emerald.”
Dior, even in her drowsy state, manages to mumble a sleepy “luvu, daffy, momfy” before succumbing to dreams. The room, now quiet except for the soft breathing of your little one.
Your husband then looked at you and softly smiled, “I’ll chase all of your monsters away, too, love.” you softly giggled and gave him a peck.
However, as the night deepens, you feel a pair of eyes on you. Turning your attention, you find your husband, his expression akin to a kicked puppy, a playful pout adorning his features. It’s a silent plea for the solitude that eluded him tonight, a longing for those moments when it’s just the two of you.
You meet his gaze, understanding the unspoken disappointment in his eyes. As a promise of solace, you assure him with a tender look that whispers, ”Next time, it'll be just us.” you promised him.
And you were never the one who breaks promises.
So, was it really a surprise that after you fulfilled your promise you found yourself with two positive pregnancy tests?
No, not really.
📫 :: my first post in 2024 ?!?!!? Anyway this will be a series !!! Next one will be the introduction of the new addition to the family and THE question of “where does baby come from?” From baby warner. Also, if you want to be added to my taglist please do let me know!
#reader insert#shatter me series#shatter me#aaron warner x reader#riewrites 🫀#aaron warner#aaron warner x you#aaron warner anderson#aaron warner imagines#aaron warner x y/n#girl dad aaron warner#dad aaron warner#fem!reader#mom!reader#husband aaron warner#The Warner Family 🪐
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taking care of you - a.w x reader
pairing: aaron warner x fem!reader
requested: yes / no
warnings: none?? a mention of a cut but nothing serious
a/n: guys im breaking out of this writers block forcefully. idc atp if these fics are shit (i do but wtv) im doing it ✊�� wish me luck [not proofread or edited btw]
taglist: @nqds, @lxvebelle, @reminiscentreader, @ecliphttlunar, @tornqdowarnings
@off-to-the-r4ces, @emelia07, @benny1989fredd, @shiftingtomydrs, @ruriloveshim
"aaron," you protest futilely. "i can walk perfectly fine by myself."
"you cut yourself," is his only response.
"on my arm! i can still walk."
apparently he's not hearing it, because instead of putting you down like you've been asking for the last ten minutes he only grips you tighter. i mean you're not complaining though, aaron's comforting smell of gardenias wraps around you like a blanket. and on top of the you're actually comfortable in his arms as he carries you up the stairs to your house.
unlocking the door he carries you inside and softly places you on the couch, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and telling you to wait there while he goes and finds the first aid kit for your cut.
after a few moments of contemplation.
ok like zero moments contemplation you get up and wander into your bedroom hearing a scuffle from your ensuite.
"aaron?" you call you.
the noise stops and aaron appears in the doorway with a small first aid kit in his hand, "what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks moving toward you with a furrowed brow looking for any signs of distress. hands hands reach your shoulders first before the travel down to your waist settling there.
"nothing," you assure him. you gently pull his hand off your hip and lead him to the large bed in the room sitting down on the edge. "see i'm perfectly fine."
"you're hurt, sweetheart." he kneels down between your legs and inspects the cut on your arm, "let me take care of you."
ok on a regular day you'd protest and insist that he doesn't need to, but right now? you're tired after a long day, you've accidentally cut yourself on a fence and the tone in which aaron just spoke in has you weak. so yeah, no arguing today.
you sit there in comfortable silence while aaron softly bandages your arm. you watch his beautiful face while he works, his concentration only appearing ever so often when he creases his brow, his blonde hair occasionally falling across it.
you reach up and run your fingers through the blond strands. its soft. always soft. one of them many reasons you love it so much - that and it perfectly frames aaron's face.
a soft sigh releases from aaron as he lets go of your arm and turns to you, an adoring smile on his face. he stands up and puts the kit on the dresser before turning back to you, he gathers you back into his arms and climbs into bed, covering the both of you with the blankets.
you snuggle deeper into aaron's arms and inhale the scent of gardenias that lingers on him.
"aaron?" you ask quietly when he starts to play with your hair.
he hums softly in response, "yes?"
"i know it wasn't much, but thank you for taking care of me."
a chuckle runs through his body and into yours. "i'll always take care of you, sweetheart." he presses a kiss into your hair and soon enought you fallen asleep in your favourite place in the world.
a/n pt2: im manifesting that was good. idk its 10:40pm, im tired and in a writing slump sooo hm. i hope you liked it :))
#ems writes ᯓ★#aaron warner#aaron warner x reader#aaron warner x you#aaron warner x fem!reader#aaron warner x y/n#aaron warner x fem!y/n#aaron warner anderson#shatter me#shatter me series
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Warner: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Kishimoto. Kenji: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.
#kenji fanboying aaron is the only thing i need to survive in this harsh world#like it was sooo cute#him talking abt how warner looks so good in everything#and juliette snitching#loll#not to mention how 80% of kenji's pov is of him fanboying over warner#but he is the aaron warner#can anyone blame him?#aaron warner#juliette ferrars#tahereh mafi#nazeera ibrahim#shatter me series#kenji kishimoto#aaron warner x reader#aaron warner anderson#emmaline sommers#adam kent#ignite me#unravel me#paris anderson
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Some more old concept art of my first pjo ocs. This was way back when I first started making ocs. Then I went crazy with it and started making canon fulls
Ed is actually my sisters oc. She made him for Caleb since she thought he could use a bf
Don’t come at my old art— I do it enough ✋ I know I must redraw these horrendous doodles💀
#art#doodles#oc art#oc#pjo#pjo oc#nathan doe#Oscar Doyle#Caleb Fay#Edward Raisen#Marlon Green#Chris buckets#Aaron Anderson
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♪♪ Well in this life you must find something to live for 'Cause when the darkness comes a callin' You'll go back to where you were before ♪♪
#rossi has the gatsby vibe in here and it's immaculate#🤎 finale#criminal minds#criminalmindsedit#bau family*#jennifer jareau#will lamontagne#sir hotch#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#derek morgan#spencer reid#penelope garcia#david rossi#erin strauss#and last but not least#ANDERSON!#**
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sweet boy. - a.w
wc : 339
pairings : aaron warner x fem!reader
synopsis : unfortunately, aaron's been extremely busy the past couple of days.
warnings : workaholic aaron, nothing much tho.
a/n : short drabble. writing mood today but had 0 ideas for the last hour or two, finally came up with this lmao
taglist : @never-enough-novels @reminiscentreader @kozumesphone @lxvebelle @shuhuaspookie
@off-to-the-r4ces @starrynightsxo @flowers-for-em
you sat on the office couch, eyes directed at your too focused boyfriend rather than the book in your hands. you loved aaron, you really did, but he’s been awfully busy for the last few days, too busy to give you any attention. only short good mornings, or good nights. he’d be gone when you woke up, and absent when you went to bed. you were sure he’s absolutely exhausted. the bags under his eyes becoming more prominent day by day. only did he look up from his laptop screen, or his papers say “oh, hello love,” or something like that.
you understood him. you knew he wanted to rave about how much he loved you, you knew how he wanted to lay in your lap and watched as you went on about your day. yet, he couldn’t. he has a full time job as the supreme commander. oh how you missed your aaron.
every time you’ve called him over to take a break, he’d simply say “5 more minutes love, i promise.” but did he fulfill those promises? no. just sweet nothings.
“love?” he called.
“yes aaron?” you smiled down at him, staring at you from your lap.
“how was your day?” he inquired, causing you to put your book down.
“so-.....”
“aaron?” you tried, looking up from your book, some form of despair in your eyes, and your tone. “yes, love?” he looked up from his screen. you’re sure that was the first time he made full eye contact with you in the last 7 hours. you've been on this couch for 3. it’s 10.36 pm. “c’mere?” you patted your lap. his eyes looked dead, his eye bags only slightly covered by the frame of his working glasses. he unexpectedly got up and walked closer towards you. soon enough, he found peace on your lap, laying down sideways, staring at god knows what. you gently ran your hands into his hair, playing with a few strands. “oh my sweet boy.” you hummed.
how you’ve missed this…
#shatter me#unravel me#ignite me#restore me#defy me#imagine me#believe me#tahereh mafi#aaron warner#aaron warner anderson#shatter me fic#aaron warner x y/n#aaron warner fic#aaron warner x reader#aaron warner x you#juliette ferrars#kenji kishimoto#nazeera ibrahim#warnette#writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#my work
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Just a bunch of facts about Aaron Warner Anderson!
Warner birthday is on 24th of April, meaning his zodiac sign is Taurus.
"Warner" is his mother's last name.
Warner has a soft spot for animals.
Warner's identification number is 45B-00001.
Warner is very meticulous with hygiene.
Mafi was inspired to create Warner because she was interested in human's capacity for good and evil.
Warner owns a collection of scented soaps.
Warner likes to take long baths.
Warner doesn't really sing in the bath, but he does hum a little.
Warner suffers from insomnia.
Warner speaks 7 languages including English, Spanish and Arabic.
Warner is afraid of spiders.
Warner hates being barefoot.
Warner drinks black coffee because he likes the bitter taste.
Warner's favourite song is Like A Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan.
Warner's workout routine is as stated: Mondays are for legs, Tuesdays are for chest, Wednesdays are fir shoulders and back, Thursdays are for triceps and deltoids and Fridays are for biceps and forearms. Everyday is for abdominals and cardio. He also spends most weekends doing target practice.
Warner can fly planes.
Warner taught himself how to ride a bike.
Warner can build and defuse his own bombs.
Warner has a soft spot for fashion.
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Credits to the writer 🩷
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@warneraaronanderson
#incorrect shatter me quotes#shatter me books#shatter me spoilers#shatter me fanfic#shatter me#aaron warner x reader#aaron x reader#aaron warner anderson#aaron warner#juliette ferrars is a sweetheart#juliette ferrars#aaron x ella#ella sommers#ella#kenji x nazeera#no body is like aaron#nazeera ibrahim#kenji kishimoto#kenji#lyhfml#tahereh mafi#ignite me#defy me#unravel me#shatter me x reader#restore me#reveal me#bookaholic#books & libraries#foryou
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bonus (it is the kevin day effect CONFIRMED by jean moreau)
all for the game social media au — summer olympics edition (pt. 5): CAN WE ALL SAY THANK YOU @kevindavidday BC SHE CAME UP WITH THE KEVIN COMING OUT TWEET AND IM QUITE LITERALLY SO OBSESSED OMGGG
canon kevin would put a gun against my head for making him come out as a boy kisser but all i have to say about that is i’m just a girl and can’t a girl be silly on the internet about her hyperfixtation??? exactly!! 🙂↕️
#the alternate universe shawn tweet was so normal because he was supposed to reply to nabil’s tweet saying:#i took this pic before he f***ed me senseless#but thats a lil ooc for myself so i decided to skip it#but its hidden in the tags so iykyk#all for the game social media au#shawn anderson#kevin day#jean moreau#kevjean#jeremy knox#nicky hemmick#shane reed#lucas johnson#allison reynolds#andrew minyard#angie lewis#angela lewis#aaron minyard#matt boyd#derrick allen#nabil mahmoud
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the passing of an object,
the passing of the torch, the passing of a legacy:
[the west wing / the dream thieves / dead poets society / the bear / young royals / ted lasso]
#the trc one makes me CRAZY#very warm#the west wing#jed bartlet#charlie young#aaron sorkin#trc#adam parrish#persephone#the dream thieves#the gangsey#dead poets society#dps#neil perry#todd anderson#charlie dalton#mr keating#the bear#carmy berzatto#young royals#prince wilhelm#prince eric#ted lasso#rebecca welton#jamie tartt#mine#web weaving#web wove
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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!
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🪩:: 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.
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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 :)
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tsc social media au part five !!
barkbark is real in my heart (sorry if it doesn’t make sense chronologically i’m tired)
i love katelyn mackenzie
#i LOVE aaron and katelyn being study buddies and best friends so much grrrr#idk whether to do kevaaron or kateaaron i just want him to be happy :(#tsc social media au#aaron minyard#katelyn mackenzie#jeremy knox#jean moreau#travis jordan#haoyu liu#derek thompson#neil josten#shawn anderson#laila dermott#aftg#all for the game#aftg social media au#the sunshine court
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