Kenji: FOUR MONTHS.
Juliette: What's going on?
Nazeera: Just enjoy the show
Warner: It's not a big deal.
Kenji: FOUR MONTHS YOU STOOD THERE AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT.
Warner: It kept you busy, which kept you away from me, which gave me peace. I don't see anything wrong with that
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SHATTER ME SERIES IS THE BEST
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ON WHAT YALL WILL SAY BUT THE SHATTER ME SERIES IS SO FUCKING GOOD, LIKE HOW IS IT THAT FUCKING GOOD? LIKE OMG, I LOVE NAZEERA AND KENJI LIKE WHAT!?-
JULIETTE AND AARON IS JUST-
BEST COUPLE.
I ONLY HATE ADAM, OK EVEN IF I DON'T WANT TO SHARE THIS I SHALL ADMIT THAT I HAD A CRUSH ON ADAM. THAT WAS BEFORE I READ IGNITE ME.
LIKE HE WAS TRASH LIKE TF.
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Kenzeera
-reveal me text ahead-
"Because," she says quietly, "I think you might be the best person I've ever met."
"Oh."
-GOD DAMN- MAFI IS A FAN FIC WRITER HIDING AMONG US AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND-
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Juliette: Is the plural of milf/dilf milfs/dilfs or milves/dilves?
Nazeera: Milfs.
Nazeera: Milf/dilf is an acronym, you can't change the spelling to milves/dilves.
Juliette: Wait, they're acronyms? What do they stand for???
Kenji: Mom in late forties, dad in late fourties.
Kenji: I learned that from the movie called M.I.L.F that I saw the trailer of in theaters probably 5 to 7 years ago.
Nazeera: Mom/dad I'd Love to Fuck.
Juliette: WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK—
Juliette: I NEVER REALIZED IT WAS ACTUALLY HORNY!
Kenji: Oh, is it not mom in late fouries?
Nazeera: What? No! It isn't!
Kenji: THE MOVIE TRAILER LIED TO ME!
Nazeera: Kenji…
Kenji: THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T THINK CALLING PEOPLE MILFS WAS ALL THAT BAD BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING HARMLESS IT JUST HAD A SLIGHTLY SEXUAL CONNOTATION!
Warner: I am entirely unsurprised that this is coming from you.
Kenji: Juliette, DOES IT MAKE SENSE WHY I CALLED THE DIARY OF A WIMPY KID MOM A MILF NOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A DESCRIPTOR WITH FUNNY CONNOTATION!
Juliette: The word milf has been ruined for me.
Nazeera: THAT'S ITS DEFINITION, IT CAN'T BE RUINED THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS!
Warner: * looking at all of them questioning his entire existence*
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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…
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