#aaron warner one shot

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: fix you

pairing: aaron warner x (first person) reader

synopsis: aaron returns from a meeting with his father, but something is off… (prior to the ignite me tattoo btw)

warnings: mentions of abuse, a bit suggestive at the end ;)

a/n: first aaron warner fic ever… thanks for reading 🤍🤍

tag list: @wish-i-were-heather @midiosaamor @sweetlikeanangel @maybxlle @whatsamongus @elysianwayy77 @bewitchingkisses @emelia07 @inmyheaddd @sweetreveriee @azysmate @anintellectualintellectual @off-to-the-r4ces

I hear someone stumble in and immediately panic seizes my chest. Aaron Warner doesn’t stumble, so logically it must be an intruder. But who the hell would’ve found a way into Aaron’s private quarters? I don’t care, I grab the gun from under the floor board and slowly approach the door. My heart bangs in my chest, crawling its way to my mouth. It’s so dark that I can barely see a thing. I hear a second step taken and I can tell by the way the weight is hitting the floor unevenly that it’s a shaky step. I take my chance and swiftly rush out, gun pointed towards the figure.

“You’re holding that all wrong, love,” says a dry voice.

“Aaron?” I ask, my voice catches in shock. I squint through the darkness in attempts to recognise him.

“Care to explain the gun?” he replies, eyebrows raised at my questionably aimed weapon.

“I thought you were an intruder,” I say, dropping my arms down to my side and playing the gun down.

“I am not,” Aaron tells me bluntly.

“Obviously,” I smile, attempting to touch his arm. But just as a go to clasp my hand around it, he moves.

Swiftly and almost silently, he walks past me. I feel his body brush against mine softly.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“I need to shower,” he replies.

There’s something off about him. He stumbled in, his voice is uneven, he wants to get away from me. Something happened and I have this horrible feeling that it was something horrible.

“Are you okay?” I say, trying to seem casual.

“Fine,” he replies. His tone is blunt but cut-throat. He can tell I’m fishing for what’s really wrong and he’s making it clear he doesn’t want to talk. Unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong girl if he wants me to shut up and move on.

“Did it go okay?” I continue.

“It went how it usually did,” he tells me, his voice low.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. I knew who his dad was and how he was treated, I knew the traumatic stories of his childhood and the bad memories that would haunt him at night, I knew I wanted to kill the man who’d given them to him. But one thing I never knew was anything to do with the meetings held with his dad.

“You know my father, love. He isn’t a pleasant man and nor are his meetings,” he says plainly, “now I’m going to wash.”

He walks towards the bathroom, flicking the light on. The brightness is fluorescent and artificial. I begin to follow him and then I see it. I stop in my tracks. Reams of crimson ribbon decorate the back of his white shirt, jagged lines of the deepest blood red. The fabric has soaked in the liquid and it’s splayed out all across the white. My stomach turns.

“Aaron…” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

“Please, love,” he sighs, running a hand through his perfect hair, “I need to shower.”

“He hurt you,” I murmured, “again?”

He freezes suddenly, realising he’s bled through his white shirt. He’s too exposed to hide it from me this time. He can’t brush it under the carpet when the stains are on the surface. He lifts his head up, back still towards me.

“Don’t,” he says harshly, his voice so low it sounds dangerous.

I don’t say a word as he walks into the bathroom, but my legs can’t help but follow even though my brain is telling them it might be a better idea to not. I step inside quietly and I can feel his body tense.

“Aaron-“

“I said don’t,” he repeats, the bitterness in his tone making me flinch.

Something that resembles anger flickers in my chest. An amber flame of fury.

“Sit down,” I say, my voice firm and unwavering.

He stills, staring down. I don’t say a word and neither does he. In the silence, the air grows heavy and thick, weighted with unspoken words. I don’t know how long we stand like this until slowly he sits down on the lid of the toilet. I wait a few beats, then slowly crouch down, level with his knees and his eyes shooting straight to the floor.

“He hurt you again, didn’t he?” I ask for the second time.

He’s silent.

“Please Aaron,” I beg, “you can’t keep doing this.”

The desperation in my tone makes his heart ache, but still he doesn’t look at me as he says, “he’s hurt me my entire life, love, today he was no different.”

“Show me,” I murmured.

“I don’t want you to see this,” he grits through his teeth, still refusing to meet my eyes.

“I don’t care,” I say, “you can’t keep shutting me out.”

“I can and I will,” he replied curtly, turning away.

“Warner,” I snap, in an attempt to get his attention.

He looks up sharply. His green eyes flicker with some sort of hurt. I never called him Warner, he was my Aaron. Warner was for everyone else, but Aaron was for me.

“Let me help you,” I say firmly, “you need to let me in like I let you in, this goes two ways.”

He stares at me saying nothing for a while. I wonder when he’s going to get up and walk out. Maybe leave completely. Forever. That thought scares me the most. Aaron shuts down when he can’t share his problems. He shuts down and shuts me out.

I am surprised when he slowly takes his shirt off, revealing his battered back. I bite back a gasp and conceal the shock and horror from being displayed on my face. Amongst the jagged scars that ripple across his back, the ones I already knew of, the ones I had once traced, there were fresh wounds. Long, distorted shapes are looping across him, oozing fresh hot blood. Great purple bruises splayed out of the sides of each lash mark, creating some sort of sick and twisted abstract art piece.

He must be in so much pain.

“It’s a shame really,” he murmurs, “I quite liked that shirt.”

I pull myself together, “you have a dozen others like it.”

“I liked that one,” he replies quietly.

“I like you without a shirt better anyways,” I grin at him.

“Well,” he says cracking a half smile, “I suppose I can spare it then.”

“I suppose you can.”

I grab a wash cloth from the cabinet above and soak it with warm water. Gently, I dab his new lashings, trying to wash them. The deep red bleeds through the white of the cloth, spreading through it, like a river of hate. With each stroke I see his face contort.

“Does this hurt?” I ask tenderly.

“I’m fine,” he replies, his voice hard.

“You’re wincing,” I say flatly.

He glares at me. It’s hot.

“I’m fine,” he states.

I drop it and continue to clean. When I am satisfied that I’ve done the best I can, I return to the cabinet and pull out antiseptic and bandages.

“Not antiseptic,” Aaron grumbles.

“Don’t be a baby,” I retort with a laugh, cutting the bandages to the right size.

“I’m not!” he says, a bit too defensively.

“I’m not letting those wounds get infected Aaron, I’m using antiseptic,” I tell him, unable to suppress my smile.

He rolls his eyes and reluctantly lets me press antiseptic into each open gash. He hisses each time, refusing to cry out so I attempt to be as quick and efficient as I can.

When I am finished, I move on the bandages. I stand in front of him and work around. Gently, I wrap the bandage over his back and torso. His hands suddenly clasp my waist, his grip is firm. I bite back a gasp. His hands are so hot I can feel them through my clothes, though in this moment I wish I didn’t have the barrier of clothes.

I try to ignore the distraction he knows he’s making. Softly and methodically I continue to bandage his back and once I make the final wrap I lean down and press my lips on his. He kisses back eagerly, pulling me onto his lap. I wrap my thighs around his hips and continue to plant tender kisses all over his mouth. I’m dizzied by the sensations of passion. We pull away finally when neither of us can think straight and his eyes lock with mine, the delicate green tainted with something I couldn’t quite place my finger on.

“How do you feel?” I ask, brushing a strand of blonde that had fallen, out of the way.

“After that,” he murmurs with a grin, “on top of the world.”

“Your back,” I deadpan.

“I don’t care about my back,” he groans, “kiss me again.”

“Aaron,” I say, my tone accusing.

“Please, love,” he begs, closing his eyes, “I’m suffering withdrawal symptoms here.”

“Aaron,” I laugh.

“Just one kiss, it won’t hurt,” he says quietly, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. His touch so airy I almost don’t feel it.

“I’m not kissing you until you answer me,” I reply.

“You like to make my life difficult don’t you?” he sighs.

“Ditto,” I poke my tongue out.

“It’s much better now you’ve worked your magic,” he answers my question, gazing at me.

There’s a long pause, but it feels like our eyes carry on the conversation. But every time I look into those emerald voids, I feel his pain. And it makes me see red.

“He shouldn’t do this to you,” I murmur, anger lacing my tone.

“I know,” he replies.

“I hate it,” I practically growl, my face all screwed up at the thought of someone hurting Aaron. My Aaron. I hadn’t had time to get angry earlier, I’d been too worried about the wounds. Now they were clean and dressed, I have the opportunity.

“I know,” he says again.

“I want to stop it,” I tell him, then falter, “but I don’t know how.”

“I’ve been trying to work that out for a while, love,” he says, nuzzling into my collarbone.

“Just,” I pause and sigh, “please let me help you, you don’t have to hide for everyone you know.”

“It’s what I know how to do,” he murmurs, looking up, “opening up is the opposite of how I was trained to be.”

“But you’ll try?” I ask hopefully.

“I’ll do anything for you, love,” he smiles, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I smile, my cheeks glowing a soft pink.

“I love you,” he whispers with another kiss.

“I love you too,” I giggle, melting into him.

He cups my face in his hands and kisses me slowly, tenderly. The motion is long and drawn out, each millisecond testing my self control. Desperation claws at me, all I want to do is kiss him harder and faster but I stay patient. My hands find their way to the back of his neck and comfortably into his hair.

“Let’s go to bed,” he says against my lips.

“You don’t sleep until three o’clock in the morning,” I scoff.

He turns and looks at me, a twinkle in his eye and a smirk placed comfortably on his lips, “who says we’re sleeping?”

a/n: this is my first aaron warner fic and cut me some slack bc I have not read shatter me in months, I really should do another reread… but hopefully I captured the characters okay. But tbh after reading it back I kind of hate it, it feels rushed and weird but yolo so I’m posting it anyways!!

and I know what you’re thinking ‘bella you promised us the mysterious blonde part 4’… I know it is being written, it’s just really long and I want it to be perfect so there are a few little fics in between

shatter me masterlist

[sweetprfct]

TOMORROW.

[op1umeyes]

savior complex + Aaron Hotchner

     “Hey, baby! So sorry I’m late, I got caught up at work,” you say with an overly saccharine tone.

     Aaron looks up from his phone as you approach him, eyeing you skeptically. He opens his mouth, but closes it when you shake your head ‘no’ frantically.

     Quietly, you rush out, “I’m so sorry. There’s been a man following me from the last four blocks and I don’t want to go home. Please just act like you know me until he goes away.”

     Without raising an eyebrow, Aaron’s eyes dart up and he sees the person you’re talking about. A man dressed in all black, eyes intently on you. “Don’t apologize, honey, I know how busy you get. Up for dinner?” Aaron wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him. He hopes he isn’t overstepping boundaries. “Just follow me,” he says quietly, leading you further down the sidewalk. “When we get to the bookstore up there, go inside. If he’s still following us I can take care of him.”

     “Okay,” you nod. “Thank you. I’m so sorry to ruin your night.”

     Aaron hears the truthfulness in your voice and he looks down at you with uncharacteristically soft eyes. “You didn’t ruin my night. I’m just glad it’s me who helped you instead of some other weird guy,” he says lamely.

     You side-eye him. “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

     Aaron pulls his wallet from his pocket with ease. “Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner with the FBI,” he tells you. He watches you scan his ID with wide eyes until he turn to the street with the bookstore. He took a quick glance over his shoulder and saw that the man wasn’t there. “He’s gone,” he informs you.

     However, you stay in Aaron’s grasp. Despite knowing the threat is gone, you choose to stay in this hot FBI man’s arm. You know you’re fooling yourself but you just wanted to imagine- for a couple more moments- that you do have a hot FBI boyfriend that escorts you to mundane places like the bookstore and calls you honey and protects you from all the bad guys.

     “Is there any way I can say thank you without saying it?” You ask with a nervous chuckle when he leads you to front of the building.

     Aaron watches you for a moment before checking his watch and scratching his head. “If you’re offering, I could eat- but don’t feel compelled. It’s really no proble-“

     “Agent Hotchner, it’s really no problem. Where do you want to go?”

     “Call me Aaron,” he smiles. “And… I could go for some burgers.”

[luna-and-la-estrellas]

NEED HELP? - A.W.

: ̗̀➛ pairing: aaron warner + reader

: ̗̀➛ genre: fluff

: ̗̀➛ summary: despite running late for kenji's party, aaron still insists on being a gentleman and strapping on your heels for you and later removing your make-up.

author's note: um, saw a prompt on pinterest and a random thought crossed my mind which resulted into this drabble, very basic writing so beware

the evening was quiet as the clock struck eight past twelve and you and AARON were running late for kenji's party in which nazeera had bought a tangled cake for the occasion. (much to warner's dismay.)

you stumbled down the stairs quite clumsily as you searched for something to complete your outfit as aaron buttoned up his shirt with care.

you found a nice necklace that complimented your outfit, being a dainty shade of white. "aaron, we're already late!" you start as you stand in the entryway, holding a pair of heels in one hand.

he murmured, "i don't mind being late to kishimoto's party, i'm mostly going because nazeera and you will be upset if i didn't." his eyes glanced at the heels in your hand before taking it from you.

he kneeled down and you frowned, "aaron, what are you doing?" he murmured in response,

"helping you, love. can you move your left foot?"

you reluctantly obliged, warner softly put on the heel, strapping it mindfully as if you weren't already late. though, you didn't complain.

he did the same for the other foot. after getting up, he smiled and said, "now we can get going." you roll your eyes playfully as you left the house. his arm found its way around you waist as you headed to kenji's party, a soft breeze touching your skin with a feather's touch.

the party had been a bit wild, juliette and kenji having multiple drinks, which turned the party into some sort of karaoke festival.

when the two of you left, stars already dotted the sky and darkness gloomed in practically every corner. when you arrived home, your eyes were dropping and aaron's steady hand guided you.

he had taken off your shoes before guiding you to the bathroom. you murmured tiredly, "all i want is for a good night's sleep with you."

a soft chuckle escaped him as he got makeup remover from your organized bag of bathroom essentials. he grabbed the wipe and delicately wiped the make-up off.

he helped you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear, patiently. normally, you would've insisted on doing it yourself but you were exhausted so there was nothing to do but to let him take care of you.

not late after, you were half-asleep on the bed as warner prepared himself for sleep. when he joined you, you murmured, "thank you for taking care of me."

he hummed, "it will always be the first thing i do." quickly, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

[reidsdimples]

“Lift your hips for me love”

Bonus points if you know where I got the quote from 😮‍💨

[laursdomain]

aaron warner masterlist

❤︎ ➳ platonic ღ ➳ fluff ꨄ︎ ➳ smut ۵ ➳ angst

coming soon...

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[evelyns-envy]

★｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+｡★𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂𝓷'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽!★｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+★

➽ 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 '𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇!!

➽ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 :(. 𝒊 𝒋𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆!

➽ 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐, 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈!!

❤ - fluff! ✰ - smut! ✦ - angst!

: ̗̀➛ matt sturniolo!

The Phone. ❤✦

Period Comfort!! ❤

: ̗̀➛ chris sturniolo!

Change is scary. ✦

A Change of Plans. ✰ (suggestive)

: ̗̀➛ daisuke juarez!

Smut hcs! ✰

Switch!daisuke! ✰

DaughterOfSwansea!reader x daisuke!✰❤

: ̗̀➛ aaron warner!

Why can't we just... love like kids? (pt1)❤ ✦

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my requests are currently open! i would LOVE to get some messages/requests so please send anything you'd like! yap, request, rant, i'm here!!

[lqveharrington]

Can I request an Aaron Warner fic with Don’t Blame Me and/or Gorgeous? I feel like he’s so Reputation coded.

Gorgeous | A.W.

summary: you come home drunk and find yourself fixated on aaron (as usual)

pairing: aaron warner x fem!reader

includes: intoxication, fluff, kissing, warner and reader being so in love

a/n: this is my favorite taylor swift song of all time 🩷 i also agree, he is reputation coded

When you told Warner you were going have a girls night with the twins, Nazeera, and Juliette, he didn’t think you would get too drunk. Yes, he wanted you to have an amazing time with your friends, but you both knew you were lightweight. If you drank any form of whiskey — hell, even the slightest bit of champagne — you were in for a night.

You would have the worst possible hangover known to man and it was surely a sight to witness. Luck for you, Warner was always there to take care of you. He would never complain about helping you into comfortable clothes or helping with the morning headache. In fact, he found it amusing whenever you got too drunk.

Especially since you were a clingy, honest, and stubborn drunk.

The faded light from the stars and moon cascaded into the living room when the doorbell rang out. Warner took one glance at the clock and shut his book, making his way toward the manor's front door. He stayed up waiting for you to come home and it was already one in the morning. Never would he expect you to stay out that late.

Running his fingers through his hair, he slowly pulled the door open only to be surprised by Sonya and Sara carrying you with their shoulders, nodding to whatever you were babbling about. Warner opened his mouth to talk before you finally realized where you were, your eyes lighting up to the sight of your loving boyfriend.

"Aaron!" You meet his ocean-blue eyes and stumble into his arms, erupting in giggles when he caught you. Tilting your head to the side, you sighed softly and scanned his facial features, mentally noting any change you haven't noticed before. "You look so gorgeous!"

"Hi, love." Warner furrowed his brows and kept a steady hand on your back, shifting his attention to the twins standing in front of him with a flustered expression. "How drunk did she get?"

"It's not our fault, Warner." Sara wringed her hands together and pursed her lips, trying to figure out how to explain how drunk you got. "She — er — kept buying shots because Nazeera made a bet she could drink more." She confessed and handed the blonde your leather clutch, biting back a laugh when you kept poking his cheek like a child. "She didn't win."

"Clearly." Sonya hid her own laughter when Warner gently pushed your hand away, making you pout and cross your arms. "Anyway, we're just here to drop her off since she can't walk straight without rolling her ankle."

Your eyes instantly found Warner's jade ring and — once again — you were entranced with something new. The girls raised their brows at how fast you could fixate on something, but they weren't surprised whatsoever.

Sonya shook her head, "She almost twisted her ankle making it up the pathway—"

"Girls, isn't he so gorgeous!" You cut her off and squish Warner's cheeks in your hands, eyes glazed with adoration and alcohol.

The twins shook their head, knowing it was time to leave. They nodded to Warner before turning to leave, linking their arms together as they walked the pathway down to the limo.

You giggled at Warner's face before finding both girls gone, making you pout and call out to them. "Wait, where are you two going?"

"We're leaving you with your boyfriend." Sonya started to walk backwards and waved to the two of you — blowing you an air kiss —which seemed to cheer you up straightaway. "Bye!"

"Bye!" You shout and use all your energy to wave with your entire arm, hiccupping as your cheeks flushed red from all the cold air. The door slowly shut and you looked up at Warner only to find him smiling oddly at you. Amusement or not, it confused you. "What?"

"Nothing." He kissed your temple and guided you through the house.

Although you made loads of progress entering the hallways, you were still walking like a baby deer — and your heels were not helping you situation. Warner waited a few beats before stopping all movements, bending down to take your heels off.

You yelp in surprise and hold onto the wall beside you, your feet warm again the cold, marble flooring. Huffing, you looked over at Warner only to see his blonde hair for a split second before he carried you bridal style. Your eyes instantly widened as he did so, manicured nails digging into his shoulder at the motion.

"Hold onto me tightly." Warner instructed and adjusted his hold on you, the black heels and leather clutch still in his hands.

Say what you want about Aaron Warner, but he was the truly a gentleman when he came to taking care of the ones he loved. It didn't matter what the situation was — he made sure you were tended to first.

Warner ascended the stairway leading up to your shared bedroom as your head began to droop and stifle yawns. You were beginning to fall into your sleepy state after being drunk for too long and Warner needed you awake a little longer. He knew you would beat yourself up if you went to bed with a full face of makeup.

"How was the night out?" He asked softly and gently tapped your hip, watching your eyes flutter open at the unexpected question.

"Super fun." You yawn and bury your head in his cashmere sweater, the familiar scent of gardenias filling your senses. "I think Juliette threw up in the bathroom, I'm not sure."

Warner furrowed his brows at your words as he pushed the door to the bedroom open. Sure, he wasn't entirely sure what your definition of fun was, but he doubted seeing one of your friends throw up in the bathroom was fun. Especially since Juliette was the other lightweight of the friend group.

"That's... fun?"

"Yes." You drawl and tilt your head backwards, giggling as you saw an upside down version of your shared space.

The golden chandelier appeared to be bolted in the ground and the bed seemed to be stuck to the ceiling — you were somehow amazed by it. But when you passed the mirror, the illusion broke, making you sigh and tilt your head back upright.

Carefully, Warner set you down onto the king-sized bed and assured your safety before heading into the walk-in closet to the right of the room. He knew where all you beloved items belonged in your half. Your heels by the drawers and your clutch on a shelf beside your extensive collection of Hermès bags.

While he left you alone for only a few seconds, you managed to: braid stray pieces of your hair together, hum a random melody that popped into your brain, and dramatically toss yourself back onto the bed in hopes of getting your boyfriend back quicker.

Which proved to work since he appeared a split-second later.

"I'm just going to agree with whatever that sigh was for." Warner entered from the left side of the room — holding a glass of water and aspirin.

Your face twisted in confusion when you realized he emerged from the master bathroom. You didn't even know he crossed over until now. Shaking your head, you pushed yourself up and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling softly at the man you loved oh-so much.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hand running up and down your arm in comfort. "Did the girls give you water to drink before coming here?"

You nodded but took a sip from the glass anyway, lips smacking to enunciate the action. Warner rolled his eyes in amusement before thumbing the strap to your dress, cocking his head to the side when you merely blinked up at him.

"You have to change into pajamas, love." He clarified and hid a smile when you fell back on the bed like you were told your best friend just caught a deadly disease. He laced a hand with yours as you whined like a child.

"Aaronnn, it took sooo long to get ready." You complain and grab the silk pillow behind you, burying your face into the front. "I don't wannnaaa."

Warner slowly pulled the pillow away from your face and sent you an unimpressed look, arms crossing when you met his eyes. You smiled cheekily — as if you forgot what you were complaining about mere seconds ago — before sitting up again. He narrowed his eyes at your sudden change in behavior, raising a brow when your smile widened.

"Can I change into your sweater? It looks really comfortable." You ask and clasp your hands together, almost begging him to allow you to wear what he was wearing.

"This?" He pinched the sweater in between his pointer and thumb, watching you nod fervently.

He wasn't sure if rewarding you for complaining was the best option, but he could use it as an incentive to get you to do other things before heading to bed. After all, you would also rope him onto the blame train about how he let you sleep with makeup on.

Warner tugged you up onto your feet again and sighed, giving into your demands. Although he made sure you couldn't get away with everything you wanted with a simple pout and big eyes.

"I'll let you wear my sweater if you go take the makeup off, brush your teeth, and use the bathroom for me."

"What — That's not fair!" You protested and stomped your foot to the ground like a brat.

Warner raised his eyebrows at you and gave you a pointed look. In your intoxicated state, he knew not to take it to heart. Yet, you were testing your limits with how bratty and child-like you were acting. He watched your front falter and instantly, he knew you folded under his fixed look.

"Fine."

Patting your hip as you walked off to the bathroom in a sluggish manner, he bit back an amused smile. Your drunken-self had a special place in his heart and if he could, he would've taken pictures of your pouting face as you went to do what he asked.

He pulled his sweater off and ran his fingers through your hair, chuckling when he heard your muffled humming. He couldn't help but peak inside the bathroom, lips turned down in a smile when he saw you leaning against the sink, using the toothbrush as a prop microphone.

"You done?" Warner interrupted your performance with small smirk, hand finding its home on the curve of your waist.

You patted your face in a towel and nodded, letting exhaustion finally take over. He led you back into the main room and ran his fingers through your hair a couple times before helping you pull yours black dress off.

"Good girl." He murmured when you easily followed his steps, letting you sit on the bed in compensation for the lack of energy.

Yawning, you rubbed your eyes before finally focusing them to the man in front of you. Maybe you truly were losing your mind to fatigue, but you didn't realize Warner was shirtless. His grey sweats were hanging low on his hips, revealing your favorite tattoo of his. Your eyes followed every muscle up until you met his eyes, your own blown wide at the lack of coverage.

"Arms up, love." He held back a smirk at your distracted state, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling the sweater over your head. Warner gently moved your hair out from under the fabric, tucking it to the side before smiling at you. "There."

You hum appreciatively and crawl over to your side of the bed, eyes shining brightly once more when he turned around to put away your dress. His back tattoo now faced you as he walked the space of the room. You mentally traced each letter on his back, letting them engrave themselves into your mind.

I G N I T E

Warner turned back around only to see your hazed look, pursing his lips together in amusement when you instantly clambered over to him as he finally joined you in bed.

Your eyes trail up his body to meet his gorgeous blue eyes, biting your bottom lip to contain your enjoyment. Even in your drunken state, you enjoyed staring at Warner no matter what. You ruffled his hair and kissed his jaw, Warner's arms encircling you.

"So so so gorgeous." You whisper and flashed your charming smile — sighing softly when he gave you a quick yet warming kiss.

"Not as stunning as you." He tangled your legs together and allowed you to trace your name into his arms, watching your eyes slowly accept their tiredness.

You yawn and nuzzle your head closer to him, tucking it under his chin. "Even when I'm drunk?"

The crackling of the fireplace took over the few seconds of silence as Warner adjusted his hold on you, kissing your forehead when he finally settled. He contemplated your words for a second. He knew he loved your either way, but watching you blink up at him expectantly made his hear swell in so much love and emotion.

"Of course." He finally answered and gave you a reassuring grin, lifting one hand to brush stray pieces of your hair away from your eyes. "I love you however you are."

"You love me?" You ask softly — as if you both haven’t said that to each other before. Your smile widens and a bright blush rises to your cheeks, not at all embarrassed at how you were acting.

Well, not until the next morning. Warner wouldn't let you forget this if you tried to block it out.

"I love you too." You whisper and make a quick glance to his lips before meeting his eyes again.

"Yeah?" He chuckled and thumbed your cheek, feeling you melt from his touch.

Warner couldn't remember what it felt like when you weren't in his life. You were the light in his dark story. Every single interaction with you made him fall harder. It didn't matter if you were sober, drunk, sleeping, reading, or even just existing. He loved you for who you were and he would do every thing keep you happy.

"Yes." You murmur and kiss his palm. "You being gorgeous was just a bonus."

"Mhm." He tugged you closer and pressed one last kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in. "Let's go to bed before hungover you gets made for staying up to late."

"You make me too happy for me to get mad." You argue but melt like putty in his arms, focusing on the steady beat of his heart. You shut your eyes and sleepily confess your love again, smiling when he held you tighter. "Love you."

"Goodnight, love."

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[nubiawrites]

chapter nine

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Smut. Sex. Unprotected sex.

Summary: Aaron and Iriye find out some things are better left unsaid and raw.

Notes: so... y'all gonna hate me after this. i'm running away. love yall. leave a comment or a grievance.

MASTERLIST

A cloudy haze of smoke rose from Tamara’s lips as she and Iriye sat in Cece’s office, the headshots of the many actors placed on a cork board. But one constant remained true: Aaron’s beautiful face, eyes staring back at her through his headshot.

“Looks good, doesn't it?” Tamara asked. Iriye looked at her friend, feeling just a little discombobulated from the few hits of weed she had smoked. It was a ritual for them when they were making final casting picks to go into a room and smoke a little till they were both confident of the picks. But this time felt different. The elephant in the room being Vivian Kincaid’s perfect headshot that Iriye wanted to throw darts at.

“Hm,” Iriye responded. Tamara chuckled at her friend.

“You’re such a fucking lightweight,” Tamara shook her head, passing the blunt back over to Iriye.

“You’re a lightweight, lightweight.” Iriye shot back, her words brows furrowed as she was high as a kite. She took a deep drag from the blunt, coughing some as she released it from her lips. “We really can afford good weed now.”

“Thanks, Daddy Warner,” 

“Don’t say that,” Iriye chuckled. “Wow…” Tamara got up and moved to tap on the corkboard.

“I think Vivian is the better choice,” Tamara stated. 

“Excuse me,” Nelly pushed open the door with her shoulder, balancing an array of snacks. Iriye grabbed the box of cosmic brownies, opening it up to retrieve her favorite snack. Nelly placed the rest of the snacks down on the desk.

“Sam is excellent. Don’t get me wrong, but Vivian, she killed it. Whatever you said to her, Iriye, it worked. Even when I talked to her afterward, she was much more chill,” Tamara stated.

“Yeah, kissing Aaron would do that,” Nelly remarked. Iriye bit into her brownie after removing the plastic, needing something to distract herself.

“Oh, is Nelly jealous?” Tamara teased, passing the joint to Nelly. Nelly wasn’t a smoker, enjoying edibles mostly, but she wasn’t going to pass up free weed. She took a deep drag and handed it back. 

“No, I’m not,” Nelly exhaled after smoking, her eye looking to Iriye. Iriye nestled back into her chair, trying to avoid Nelly’s look, feeling she would give herself away.

“Cuz, if you like Aaron, just say it. You were teasing Iriye about her emails with him,” Tamara popped a chip into her mouth.

“No one likes that man. Right, Iriye?” Nelly coughed. Iriye was frozen, her high slowly and steadily hitting her.

“Iriye-” Iriye swallowed the brownie part she had been chewing.

“I think we should go with Vivian,” Iriye stated.Nelly cut her eyes to her and Iriye shrugged. “Vivian has the grit. She made it flow effortlessly with Nora. Plus it’ll make the studios happy and atleast her stylist will make sure she’s a gem on the press run,”

“I agree. This could be a beautiful work relationship blossoming for us. Plus, her and Aaron are easy on the eyes,”

Nelly turned to Iriye as Tamara arranged the photos better on the board.

“What the hell are you doing?” Nelly whispered.

“I’m just doing my job,” Iriye stated, grabbing for a chip, but Nelly snatched it away.

“No!” Nelly let out. Tamara turned to Iriye and Nelly.

“Y’all good?” Tamara asked.

“We’re fine,” Iriye stated. “Right, Nelly,”

There was a look of chaos in Nelly’s eye that Iriye was battling with as she stared back at her.

Don’t do it. Iriye raised her eyebrows.

Come on. Nelly pouted.

“Y’all not even related, and you’re doing that freaky twin shit,” Tamara whined, taking back the joint and taking a hit. “What am I missing?”

“What?” Iriye sat up straight.

“On the board. What am I missing?” Tamara looked at Iriye with a chuckle.

“I think… the headshot for Grant,” Iriye moved the headshot up and stepped back.

“Perfect,” Tamara smiled. Iriye took that as her cue to grab her sneakers and slip them on.

“I think that’s my cue to call it a night. We finished the cast board,” Iriye stated. Tamara brought Iriye in for a hug.

“I’m so glad I’m getting to do this with you. The both of you,” Tamara pulled back to reach for Nelly. Nelly came over, and the three women hugged. “Imagine us doing this in London when we’re shooting this film. It’s happening, y’all,”

Nelly looked over at Iriye, and she smiled back softly.

“It’s just like we all dreamed,” Nelly said, the words biting Iriye in the ass. “All together. As one. All upfront,”

“I’m proud of us,” Iriye changed the subject, pulling both women closer.

Iriye had managed to get out of Tamara and Cece’s apartment, and her Uber was waiting outside. She had slinked into the back, trying to stay aware as she was slightly high. She shared her trip with Nelly and Iriye, wanting them to know she was good.

She then opened her messages and saw that Aaron had texted her.

Iriye bit her lip, seeing the sweet little text messages they sent to each other, a dopier smile coming onto her face as she reread them. She bit her lip and went back to her Uber app. She shared the trip with him as well, biting her lip. She was going back between Instagram posts and such, her fingers tempted to type in her name.

“Vivian,” Iriye said softly as she began typing into the search bar, but her screen showed an incoming call, and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“You know, I thought you would be busy being British and suave in your apartment?” Iriye stated with a chuckle, relaxing back into the seat.

“I was, but then I saw you shared your ride with me,” Aaron said into the phone. “What would it take to get you to reroute to my place?”

“Are you asking me for a bootycall?” Iriye chuckled. “Bootycall?

“More like a sleepover,” Aaron chuckled. “You and Tamara and Nelly must have had a time?”

“We have a ritual. Something we do once we get towards the end of prepoo,” Iriye chuckled. “I mean, preproduction,”

“The wordsmith that you are,” Aaron said. 

“You know how good I am with my mouth,” Iriye whispered.

“Come over,”

“I should. But I have soooo many snacks at my home. And I just got that bed warmer for my mattress,” Iriye giggled.

“I have snacks,” Aaron stated. 

“Yeah, but I need the cheesy puffs. The kind that melts in your mouth,” Iriye nodded, her head feeling fuzzy. “Can you get me some,”

“If you come over,” Aaron bartered back. Iriye hummed for a second. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Fine. But Cheeto puffs. All the junk food,” Iriye said.

Once her detour was completed, Iriye leaned against the door, knocking lightly. It opened, and Iriye saw Aaron, her face immediately moving to smush against his chest.

“You feel nice,” Iriye purred. Aaron pulled her further into the apartment, shutting the door behind them.

“You are properly knackered,” Aaron stated, feeling her turn in his arms, and she began leading him to the kitchen.

“You sound even more British when I’m high,” Iriye admitted, keeping his hands around her as she began looking for things to snack on. “Where are the Cheeto puffs?” She said in a lower voice, Aaron chuckling at her.

Aaron moved to the top of the fridge and picked the bag down; Iriye smiled, moving to sit on his counter and giggling as he gave her the bag of chips.

“This is amazing!” Iriye opened the bag and put a Cheeto into her mouth, chewing. Aaron watched from the doorway as she dug into her treat. “Oh, you want one? Does John Stewart eat Cheeto puffs? I don’t know if it’ll go with the green,”

“You are very chatty when you’re high,” Aaron came closer to her as she sat on the counter.

“Very much so. It’s kind of like a weakness of mine,” Iriye popped another Cheeto puff in her mouth, still trying to have manners with him as she covered her mouth and chewed.

“So if I asked you anything, right now, it’s sort of like a truth serum,” Iriye swallowed the cheesy residue in her mouth. 

“Maybe,” Iriye shrugged, licking the residue off her fingers. Aaron caged her in on the counter.

“What’s your favorite color?” Aaron started with a small question. Not too much pressure.

“Purple. Black. Whatever shade your eyes are right now. They’re pretty,” She admitted.

“Thank you,” He chuckled. “No one has ever called me pretty,”

“Well, we need to make a habit of saying that,” she said, pushing the chip bag to the side. He moved to clip it, and she hummed, grabbing a paper towel and wiping her fingertips. “What else do we you got for me on your version of fifty questions with Vogue,” 

“Is that one of your little obsessions?”

“Yes. Ask away the questions,”

Aaron took a moment to rub his chin.

“Why don’t you like to talk about your dad?”

“Wow, no chaser at all,” Iriye chuckled, leaning back softly.

“I could have probably been better about my words,” Aaronnsaid apologetically. She shook her head, her arms around his neck, and hugged him.

“Don’t be sorry,” She whispered before she pulled away. Iriye began to try to take her sweater off, Aaron helping her, and her goddess locs came down. One unraveling and her sighing. “I’m in dire need of a hair appointment,”

“You still look good,” Aaron fixed her hair for her and leaned in for a kiss, her pulling back.

“I taste like weed mouth. You know. The taste when you smoke afterwards,” Iriye explained. Aaron rolled his eyes and kissed her, purposely licking into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth.

“Still you,” He kissed her again before pulling back and helping her off the counter.

He led her to his bedroom, taking one of his sweaters so she could wear it to bed. 

“Don’t think I forgot you didn’t answer the question,” Aaron said, pulling her under the covers once she was in his sweater and panties. Iriye bit her lip, playing with a loose thread on his cover while his hand rubbed up and down her back. 

“My dad left when I was ten,” Iriye stated. She saw Aaron’s face, and she gave him a sad smile. “He and my mom always had an interesting relationship. When they were good, they were great. When they were bad, you could feel it. But my mom refused to show me anything less,” She explained. “Until he left. He didn’t even say goodbye until months later. He sent a letter. My mom read it and said I could, too, if I wanted. But seeing how upset she was. I didn't want to make her more upset. So I threw it away,”

Aaron watched Iriye, seeing her vulnerability. She was looking anywhere but in his eyes. His hand moved to trail up her arm and cup her cheek.

“Aaron, you don’t have to,” He silenced her with a kiss on her lips. “I don’t want you feeling sorry for me, okay?" She mumbled against his lips. He pulled away.

“I don’t feel sorry for you, Iriye,” He said, stroking her cheek. “I just… I care about you,” Iriye saw the tenderness he was treating her with and she relaxed into his embrace.

“You care about me?” Iriye asked, looking up in his eyes. He nodded. 

“I do. Especially when you care about me too,” Aaron stated.

“I care about you. And it scares me. But I don’t want to close myself off to it.” She admitted. “Ask me another question… please,” Iriye said softly. Aaron pulled her closer to him, his hands rubbing up and down her back.

The different questions had lured a sense of truth and comfort out of Iriye. One she would have been afraid of, but Aaron had held her through it all and kissed her softly. He made her feel safe. 

“And that’s why I can’t eat there anymore,” Iriye said with a chuckle, her hands around his waist as she laid her head on his chest. 

“You’re a wild thing,” Aaron chuckled tiredly.

“It was four-dollar margaritas. I loved it,” Iriye nuzzled her head closer, kissing over his heart and letting her leg intertwine with him. “Can I sleep here?”

“I was hoping that was the plan. And it’s late.” Aaron pulled her leg higher over his hip. She shut her eyes, lulling herself further into sleep until Aaron watched her and shut his own eyes.

Iriye jostled awake a little when she felt Aaron moved when his phone alarm went off.

“Ignore it,” Iriye mumbled as she clutched onto him.

“I gotta work out, love.” Aaron let her clutch his pillow. He kissed her softly. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back when you wake,”

Iriye hummed, returning to sleep as she heard him moving around his space.

Iriye had woken up two hours later, lazing around in his bed for a bit. She felt relaxed, and her mouth felt dry. She got out of bed, realizing she was in Aaron’s black pullover sweater, and smiled. 

Iriye went over to where her things were in the room, and she found her phone, seeing that it was dead.

“Shit…” Iriye looked around and quickly found a charger Aaron had lying around. She plugged her phone up and went to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water and moved to sit on the counter, seeing the Cheeto bag neatly on the top of the fridge, and she smiled softly. She heard the front door jostle and bit her lip, hearing Aaron come in.

“Morning,” Iriye said, her legs swinging as she sat on the counter. Aaron pulled his headphones out and smiled at her as he came over. “I hope you know I’m not letting you have this back. It’s too comfy,” She shrugged.

“Comfy for you. Sexy to me,” Aaron said, kissing her softly. 

“We’re a mess. You’re all sweaty. I haven’t gotten a chance to brush my teeth,” Iriye felt his hands moving up her thighs and hummed. Aaron chuckled as she tried leaning away again.

“Well, there’s two ways we can go about this,” Aaron licked his lips as he took Iriye in. 

“Okay, what are you thinking?” Iriye asked, her hands going around his neck. Aaron lifted her off the counter, letting her slide down against him.

Well, you can join me in the shower. We get cleaned up, and then you let me fuck you in the shower,” Aaron stated.

“Oh, getting clean and getting dirty,” Iriye rolled her eyes. She felt him shift her to turn in his arms, having her face the counter as he pressed into her from behind. 

“Or we get dirty and then get cleaned up. Either way,” Aaron moved her hair out of the way and kissed down the side of her neck. Her eyes shut, a moan slipping out of her as she pressed back into Aaron. “We get dirty together,”

“You are… something else,” Iriye could feel him hardening against her. “Aaron,” She breathed. She felt his hand skim underneath the sweater she wore, and she pressed her legs together as he slipped it into her panties.

“Relax and let me have fun,” Aaron kissed her cheek. Iriye opened her legs for him, and his hand slid between her folds, collecting her wetness.

Iriye moaned as he found her clit, her feeling his lips trailing up to her ear. “Aaron…” She whimpered, his fingers rubbing circles into the bud. 

“I got you,” He groaned, pressing his length into her backside, rolling against her backside. His fingers slid down to her entrance, and she felt him push two fingers inside of her, a cry erupting from her body. “Fuck, you’re so wet. This all for me?”

“Yes, it’s for you,” Iriye whined, her nails gripping his arm and digging in. She felt him gradually riling her up. 

Iriye rolled her hips into Aaron’s hand as she wanted him to go faster. She felt his fingers peed up some, and she whined, turning to kiss him softly as she pulled his head towards her.

“You want something; use your words,” He said as he slowed down his hand, feeling Iriye’s impatience in the kiss and how her hips rolled against him.

“Aaron, please,” Iriye moaned.

“Please, what?” Aaron’s free hand came up to tilt her head to face him, his hand pressing against the sides of her throat. A soft gasp left her because no one had tried that before, but discoveries were always fun.

“Fuck me,” Iriye whined. Aaron pulled his fingers out of her, and she felt him step away, knowing he was going to get a condom, but she grabbed him. “Just fuck me and pull out,” 

Aaron groaned, and his hand pushed her panties down, Iriye kicking them away. She leaned forward and looked back at him, seeing him take his shirt off. Then, he pushed her down his sweats. 

Iriye moaned out as she felt his length press against her lower lips, the first touch of his bare length to her pussy making her whine. She heard him groan.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Aaron kissed the nape of her neck, his hand finding her shoulder, and he pressed into her slowly, Iriye crying out.

“Oh my god,” She cried out as she felt him inside of her without a condom. She felt him so deep inside of her, and every vein and ridge was pulsating.

“Fuck…you feel so good,”

“I know. You too,” Iriye wanted to cry about how good his length felt inside of her. Write poetry about the dick. He was so thick that she could feel the tip hitting her g spot. She whined when he pulled back and delivered the first thrust and then another; his hand pulled her back by her shoulder onto his length. 

Iriye cried out as she felt Aaron’s length keep hitting just the right spot and honestly, she was so turned on by him. The lack of protection.The fact that she trusted this man. God she trusted him with herself. Much quicker than she would anyone else. 

“Aaron! Aaron! You’re fucking me so good baby,” He had her on her tippy toes, wanting to push back against him as he fucked her.

Aaron was amazed at everything Iriye did. The way her arched back. Her ass smacking against him. The sounds matvching his as he pushed into her. It was all so much and he wanted more, especially feeling her without a condom. It was risky but he felt so much closer to her.

“Aaron! Fuck!” Iriye leaned forward to push back against him. But it wasn’t enough.

“Come here,” Aaron moved his hand around her to pull her up to his body, his arm moving around her collarbone and neck as he held her back to him. Iriye cried out louder as he slid deeper. “You’re so wet wrapped around me. You always get this wet for me?”

“Yes Aaron,” He held her tighter to him as he fucked her harder, her voice crying out louder amongst his groans. 

“You wanna come for me?” Aaron pressed his face against the side of hers, his arm tightening around her neck as she could feel him throbbing inside of her.

“Yes I wanna come for you,” She gasped, trying to catch her breath. 

“Rub your clit for me. Don’t let up,” He kissed her cheek before she felt him thrust himself faster into her. Wet slaps and cried echoed through the kitchen, Iriye’s hand between her thighs as she rubbed her clit in the way she knew could get here there.

Moving in tandem, Iriye cried out as Aaron grunted and moaned, his hips working against hers. Iriye could feel it. Her orgasm just right there. Finally, the right roll of her fingers against her clit sent her spiraling into her end. She cried out, knees going week but Aaron pressed her against the counter, his hips bucking into hers still.

Aaron felt how much wetter Iriye got as she orgasmed around him, his hips pumping into her more and more as he raced to his end. Her moans and cries, growing louder as he pounded his length into her. 

“I’m close,” Aaron warned her, giving her the moment to back out unless she wanted him inside of her, filling her up untils he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Come for me,” Iriye moaned out. Her head turned to the side, catching how wild and out of control he looked. “Please,”

Her asking so politely was all it took for Aaron’s orgasm to pulse through him, coating her insides and making his length creamy with both their ends. He caught himself against the counter, not wanting to crush her with his weight.

“God,” Aaron groaned, feeling her quake around his length. Iriye bit her lip shyly as she felt how wet they were together. 

“Come here,” Iriye leaned up, her lips connecting with his. She moaned softly as he kissed her back, pulling her closer. She giggled against his lips as Aaron playfully brushed his hand against her breast. “Stop before you start something again,”

“Like you wouldn’t mind it,” Aaron kissed her cheek. “You got your land legs again because if I remember, I had to hold you up,”

“Go start the shower,” Iriye said playfully. “We should get cleaned up. I’ll see if I can get a, you know… morning-after pill delivered, I guess,” Iriye didn’t know how to not be nervous at this new milestone. She felt Aaron pull out of her, their combined essences sliding down her leg. She shivered as she thought Aaron collected it to push back inside of her. 

“Don’t be too long, Love,” He turned her to face him so he could thoroughly kiss her, Iriye leaning into him before she felt Aaron smack her ass. He pulled away with a smirk, pulling his sweats back up. Iriye watched as he walked away, chuckling more so to herself. She found her panties, pulling them on. 

Iriye saw her phone powered on and quickly checked it while she heard Aaron run the shower. Sliding it open, She was bombarded with texts.

Tamara: you good?

Tamara: you made it home?

Tamara: Iriye

Text after text, Iriye saw the panic rising in her until she got to the last one.

Tamara: Why are you at Aaron’s place?

Iriye tried her best to collect herself. 

“Fuck…” Iriye breathed out. 

As much as Iriye tried to focus on the shower she and Aaron were sharing, she kept thinking about Tamara’s text, and that continued as they got dressed. 

“Something on your mind?” Aaron asked Iriye once they left his parking garage for the day. The plan was to stop by a pharmacy, Iriye would get a morning-after pill, and then they would head to her place so she could grab clothes to spend the weekend.

“Um… yeah,” Iriye tried to explain her discovery. It’s a funny story. Tamara knows I’m here… with you.” Iriye needed to stop sharing her location with her friends.

“Oh.” Aaron kept his eyes on the road.

“Turn here. The pharmacy is here,”  Iriye directed. Aaron followed, and she bit her lip as they pulled into a parking lot. “I’ll be quick,”

“Iriye,”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell her about us?”

“Aaron, there is a timeline for getting the pill. I’m not on birth control,”

“You have plenty of time,” Iriye rolled her eyes.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t know,” Iriye shrugged as she looked at him.

“Right,” Aaron turned back to stare out the window.

“Aaron,”

“I get you want your privacy, and I like mine, but hiding me from your best friend,”

“Your director-” Iriye pointed.

“Your best friend,” Aaron challenged, and Iriye huffed. “I like our little world. I enjoy getting to know what makes you tick. Maybe I hope I’m something or someone who is a part of that,” 

Iriye looked at his side profile, and she saw his jaw clench. She hated that she had caused it.

“I’ll be in and out,” Iriye said, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. But it was what she needed.

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[soulaires]

Love, it’s okay.

pairings: Aaron Warner x f!reader

summary: you got your period and that caused you to snap, but thankfully your boyfriend is there to make things better.

warnings: soft!Aaron warner, OOC (?), domestic fluff

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authors note: not proofread! just a short one shot for my love Aisha 🫶 hope you feel better soon!

You have always been the sweetest, most considerate girlfriend, but once a month, your mood took an unmistakable turn.

The day had arrived, and you were in the throes of your period. The cramps were gnawing at your insides, and you felt irritable and moody. It wasn't something you could control, but you hated how it sometimes led to snapping at the person you loved the most—Aaron Warner.

It had been a beautiful, sunny morning, and you guys were enjoying a leisurely breakfast in a cozy kitchen. you had been silent for most of it, and Aaron couldn't help but notice your furrowed brows and tense shoulders. He didn't want to make any sudden moves that might set you off, so he opted for a gentle and understanding approach.

Aaron reached across the table to touch your hand. "Love, are you feeling alright today?"

you glanced up at him, and your eyes were a mix of discomfort and frustration. "I'm fine, Aaron.” you said as you shoved his hand away.

Warner froze and panic quickly running through his body. Did he do something wrong? “Aaron? You never call me that. Are you okay, love? Did I do something wrong or something that upset you? Please tell me—“

“Oh my god! Maybe I just want to Call you by your name. Did you even think of that?” You snapped as you stood up from the chair and quickly ran inside to you and Aaron’s shared bedroom.

Aaron was confused and concerned. As he glanced up to his phone, he saw the date today is.

You have gotten your period.

He knew it was coming. Every month, like clockwork, your mood shifts. But he also knew it was a result of the pain and discomfort you were experiencing, not something you could control.

As much as he wanted to be with you right now to ease your pain, Aaron knew that you needed your space to cool off.

As he retreated to give you a space, he decided to take care of you the best way he knew how. Aaron knew your favorite remedies, and he set to work immediately. First, he fetched a heating pad and adjusted it to the perfect temperature. Then, he started preparing your favorite comfort food—a warm, hearty bowl of tomato soup with grilled cheese.

Once the food was ready, he plated it beautifully in a tray and brought it to you in the bedroom. He knocked first, not wanting to upset you more.

“My love? It’s me. Can I enter please?” He asked softly.

“Aaron—? Please come in.” You answered with a shaky voice. Warner entered the room and God, you look so wrecked. Oh, his poor love.

“Oh, my love,” he said gently as he put the tray to the side of the bed and quickly hugged you. You quickly buried your face to his chest as he played with your hair and drew circles to your back as he whispered sweet nothings to your ear.

“Shh, I’m here now, love. Don’t worry.”

“Baby, I’m sorry about earl—“ he cut you off with a soft kiss.

“Don’t worry about it, my beloved.” Aaron spoke softly, his voice as tender as the dawn's first light. "I know you're in pain, Love. I've been keeping track, and I understand how you feel."

you blinked, her frustration waning as you realized Aaron's patience. "I'm just... I don't know, everything feels annoying right now."

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I get it. But please, love, don't pick fights with me. We don't have to make today any harder than it already is."

you sighed and let your guard down, your shoulders relaxing. “I'm sorry, darling. You're right. I shouldn't take it out on you."

He offered a reassuring smile. “No need to apologize, Love. I know it's not you. Now, I have something to help you feel better, maybe? I got your favorite comfort food. I thought it might help soothe you.”

“Oh, love, you don’t need to—“

“But I wanted to. I wanna help you, okay?”

your eyes softened, appreciating his understanding and willingness to ease your discomfort. " Thank you, I love you.”

With a loving glance, he rose from his seat and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I know, I love you, too. So much. You have my heart. Please don’t ever give it back."

He then once again sat beside you, and you enjoyed the meal. You and him didn't talk much, but the simple act of him being there for you was enough to communicate his affection and support.

After you have eaten, Aaron suggested, "How about a warm bath? It might help with your cramps."

you nodded, grateful for the suggestion. "That sounds lovely."

Aaron carefully drew a bath for you, making sure the water was just the right temperature. He added some of your favorite bath salts, filling the room with a soothing fragrance. Then he helped you undress and gently guided you into the bath.

As you relaxed in the warm water, Aaron perched himself on the edge of the tub, gently massaging your shoulders and neck, providing relief from the tension that had built up in your muscles.

"You're incredible, Aaron," you whispered, your eyes heavy with contentment.

He planted a loving kiss on your temple. "And you're worth every bit of it, Love."

After your bath, he gave you his soft clothes as you guys went to the living room, where Aaron had already set up a cozy nest of blankets and pillows. He picked out some of your favorite movies and let you choose which one you guys would watch. As the film played, both of you nestled close on the couch, your head resting on Aaron's chest.

With his fingers, Aaron traced soothing circles on your back, calming your racing heart.

"You make everything better, darling," you whispered during a quiet moment in the movie.

He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll always take care of you, Love. It's a promise,"

“And please, if you are hurting, please do tell me. I may not know what it feels like, but I want to be there for you, I want to understand what you are going through.” He continued as his green eyes looked at yours like it’s the whole universe.

“I will, thank you, love.” You said as you hugged him.

“You can talk to me or not talk to me, but I am here with you until the end of the world. And if you are too tired to speak, just sit next to me in silence. Okay?”

“Roger that, sweetheart.” You said as you gestured a salute with a laugh.

Warner laughed with you as he pulled you closer. “You’re impossible.” He teased.

As the hours melted away, your cramps gradually eased, thanks to Aaron's tender care and support. you were reminded once again how fortunate you were to have a partner who could navigate your moods and take care of you, even at your worst.

Later, you guys retired to their bedroom, where Aaron had prepared a soft, welcoming bed. He tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable and warm. As you settled into the embrace of the shared warmth, Aaron held you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

"I love you so much, my love.” he murmured, his voice soft and filled with affection.

"I love you too, pretty boy," you replied.

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[anythinggoesbutme]

Heat of The Moment

Aaron Warner Anderson x Juliette Ferrars

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting/food poisoning (non-graphic), mild language, soft!Warner, fluff, cuddling

Synopsis: When a rare night off ends with Warner doubled over in pain from bad sushi, Juliette has no idea what to do—except stay by his side and remind him he’s not alone anymore.

Word Count: 948

Aaron Warner Anderson never gets sick.

Not in the dramatic, mortal, human kind of way. He bleeds sometimes, sure—his job lends itself to that—but a cold? A stomach bug? Anything that might slow him down?

Never.

Which is exactly why Juliette is pacing the length of their room, fingers tangled in the sleeves of her sweatshirt, trying not to panic. Because Warner—her Warner—is curled in the fetal position on their bed, face buried in a pillow, quiet as death.

And he is never quiet.

“Aaron?”

He doesn’t respond. Just groans, long and low, a sound she’s never heard from him before.

“You need a doctor,” she says, crouching beside the bed. She brushes the sweat-damp hair from his forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“Don’t need a doctor,” he mumbles into the pillow. “Just need to die in peace.”

Juliette blinks.

“What did you eat?”

There’s a long pause. A very suspicious one. Finally, he croaks, “The sushi.”

“What sushi?”

“…The sushi Castle brought in for the commanders’ meeting.”

“You mean the sushi Kenji told you not to eat?”

“He said it looked sketchy. He didn’t say it would assassinate me.”

Juliette fights a laugh. It bubbles up anyway. Warner groans louder.

She presses a hand to his back. “Okay, okay, it’s gonna be okay. Food poisoning sucks, but it won’t kill you.”

He lifts his head slightly to glare at her, his normally pristine hair clinging to his temples. “I feel like my insides are liquefying.”

“That’s… kind of how food poisoning works.” She smooths his hair down gently. “I’m going to get you some water, okay? Don’t move.”

“Can’t.”

“Good.”

⸻

By the time she returns with a glass of water and a cool washcloth, Warner’s shifted onto his back and is staring up at the ceiling like it personally betrayed him. He doesn’t say anything when she sits beside him, just watches as she wrings out the cloth and lays it gently across his forehead.

“You’re so dramatic,” she teases softly.

“I’m dying.”

“You’re not.”

“I’ve never felt worse.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

He opens his mouth to argue—probably to bring up the time he was shot twice in the chest and still managed to fight—but the second he shifts, his face pales even more and he curls back into himself with a whimper.

Juliette’s teasing dies in her throat. She sets the glass of water down and scoots closer.

“Aaron, baby, what can I do?”

He doesn’t answer. He just lets out a shaky breath and closes his eyes.

And that’s the moment it really hits her: how vulnerable he looks. How young. How human.

She remembers, suddenly, the first time she was sick around him. How she’d tried to hide it, scared of seeming weak, and how he’d sat by her side for hours, holding her hand, stroking her hair. No judgment. No fear.

Just love.

So she crawls into bed beside him and slips her arms around his waist, careful not to jostle him too much.

“You’re going to be okay,” she whispers into his shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t say anything, but his hand finds hers, and their fingers thread together like muscle memory.

⸻

The next few hours are rough.

Warner tries to drink some water. It doesn’t go well.

He insists he doesn’t need help walking to the bathroom. That also doesn’t go well.

He makes a half-hearted attempt to argue with her when she helps him change into clean clothes—“I can do it myself, I’m not eighty”—but gives up the second he realizes his hands are shaking too much to undo the buttons on his shirt.

Juliette doesn’t say I told you so. She just helps him change, kisses his temple, and tucks him back into bed.

⸻

“I don’t like this,” he murmurs hours later, voice scratchy and small.

Juliette’s curled beside him, propped on one elbow, gently stroking his chest.

“Being sick?” she asks softly.

He shakes his head. “You seeing me like this.”

“Why not?”

“It’s undignified.”

Juliette frowns. “Aaron…”

He looks away. “I’m supposed to protect you. Not be—like this.”

She scoots closer, cupping his face. “You protect me all the time. This doesn’t change anything.”

He closes his eyes. Her thumb brushes his cheek.

“You take care of me,” she says. “You always have. Let me take care of you, just this once.”

He swallows hard, jaw tight. Doesn’t say anything.

Juliette leans in and kisses his forehead. “I love you. Even when you’re sweaty and dramatic and poisoned by discount sushi.”

He huffs out a laugh. It’s faint, but it’s there.

“Okay,” he whispers.

“Okay?”

“Okay. Take care of me.”

⸻

When Warner finally falls asleep—deeply, peacefully—Juliette lies awake beside him, hand on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

He’ll feel better by morning, probably. Food poisoning doesn’t last long.

But still. She stays.

Because even strong men—commanders, warriors, survivors—deserve to be held when they’re hurting.

Especially him.

⸻

The next morning

“How do you feel?”

Warner blinks up at her blearily. He’s still pale, but the fever has broken, and there’s a bit more life in his eyes. He stretches cautiously. Nothing seems to hurt.

“Like someone used me as a punching bag,” he admits. “But better.”

Juliette grins. “No more death wishes?”

“No. I’ve decided to live. Mostly because I’m hungry.”

“You want food?” she says, half-shocked. “After last night?”

“Not sushi.”

“You’re banned from sushi.”

“That’s fair.”

He shifts, winces, then holds out his arms.

“Come here.”

Juliette doesn’t hesitate. She crawls into his arms, careful, gentle, but he holds her tight anyway.

“Thank you,” he says into her hair.

“For what?”

“Everything.”

She smiles. “Always.”

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: the future pink walls

pairing: aaron warner x reader

synopsis: you desperately try to convince your moody husband to spruce up his dull room decor but it turns into something much more exciting…

warnings: implication of making love

a/n: the reader character was meant to be a bit lorelai gilmore-esque sooo I’m hoping you guys can see that and as more aaron warner has been heavily requested I had to oblige 🤭🤭

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“Can we paint it pink?” I asked, folding my arms as I analysed the desk.

Brown was so boring and… woody. This room practically had no personality and needed a serious magic touch. I happened to think myself to have quite the sparkle in my fingertips.

“No,” Aaron said. Not sharply or snappily just a definitive end to a conversation he clearly did not want to have.

Too bad he married a stubborn mule of a woman with a very talkative nature. I flashed my puppy dog eyes in his direction.

“But it would look so darling in pink,” I cooed, holding up the coloured paper to the drawers one more time.

“It would clash with the decor,” he said stiffly, refusing to meet my eye as he looked visibly uncomfortable at the thought of a pink desk.

I sighed, and pondered, thinking of a way to work around that problem, “we could paint the decor pink.”

Aaron’s face somehow fell even flatter, “absolutely not.”

Men are so boring. It was just a little colour. I didn’t really understand what he was so afraid of. Besides the room was so outdated and dark, it was practically a funeral parlour. The only thing with a little personality was the dying desk plant.

“Why?” I pouted, making my eyes all wide and sparkly.

“It’s vintage,” he replied, glaring at me.

It was one of those glares that were insanely hot but just with the wrong timing. The little annoyed divot he got just above his eyebrow nearly made him adorable but I decided not to be so easily wooed by my husband, though I could’ve easily forgotten all about what I was talking about and taken him into my arms.

“Okay fine,” I replied, leaning on the desk now, “we can paint the walls pink at least.”

“No,” he deadpanned as if this conversation was worse than gorging his own eyes out with a bent spoon.

My eyebrows pinched together tightly, “did Kenji annoy you this morning?”

“Kenji annoys me every morning,” he shrugged, pulling down the sleeves of his suit jacket with a little aggression.

“More than usual?” I fished, eyebrows raised.

“No…” he responded, squinting his eyes by a fraction of an inch, in suspicion.

“Then why are you being so moody,” I asked.

“I am not being moody,” he said, a distasteful look on his face, “I am just unprepared to turn the office into a five year old girl’s dream bedroom.”

My jaw dropped and I held a hand to my chest and stared at him dead in the eye, “are you implying that I have the taste of a five year old?”

“I love you very much my love-“

“Oh no Mr,” I wagged my finger at him, “you cannot sway me, not one bit, I’m quite frankly very offended.”

I was teasing of course, but sometimes Aaron took everything that little too seriously. Now was one of those very amusing times.

He reached out for me, a flash of desperate panic in his eyes, “you know I didn’t mean-“

“No, I don’t actually,” I said, shrugging him off, “so sorry but I’m going to have to ignore you for the rest of eternity.”

“That’s a pretty long time,” he pointed out quietly, looking down at the floor like a naughty child.

“I’m too impatient for that…” I groaned, “…fine. For the rest of the day.”

“Well,” he shrugged, a sudden smile creeping across his features as he inched closer to me, “we don’t have to talk.”

His arms were practically calling me and I suddenly found myself craving to be in them. He knew what he was doing, using weakness against me. I turned my head to the side and shuffled backwards.

Then I put my hand up before he could touch my lips and gently pushed him away, “nu-uh, no kisses either.”

His face fell, “What?”

“It’s my new policy,” I shrugged smoothly.

“Then take it back,” he said, an untamed sharpness biting through his tone.

I smiled coyly, “no.”

“Take it back,” he repeated, with a little more annoyance.

A grin spread widely across my lips.

“Take what you said about the pink paint back,” I replied.

Cue the silence. There wasn’t even a cricket chorus or tumbleweed to accompany it. It was almost deafening.

“That’s what I thought,” I winked, turning my back to him.

“Love-“

“I’m ignoring you,” I sang, folding my arms.

“Sweetheart please-“

I began walking away, very slowly, humming a made up tune to myself, trying to override my brain going mental over the way he called me sweetheart.

“We can paint the spare room pink,” Aaron sighed.

I stopped in my tracks and spun around, both eyebrows shooting up. Aaron’s arms were folded tightly across his chest as he stared back at me.

“Really?” I asked, biting my lip as I tried to keep my excitement at bay.

“As pink as you like,” he said, as I stepped closer.

“Can we paint little clouds on the walls too?” I pushed it further to see how far I could take it.

“Yes,” he nodded immediately.

“And glitter,” I smirked.

He winced.

“And glitter…” I repeated, a little more aggressively, batting my eyelids.

He sighed outwardly, “and glitter.”

He was probably questioning his every life decision and to be quite honest, I couldn’t blame him. Out of all the millions of girls who would throw themselves to his every whim he chose the one that would force him into painting a pink room with clouds and glitter.

“Marry me,” I smiled, falling back into his arms.

He caught me flawlessly of course, with his muscular arms pressing tight against my back, the palm of his hand holding the small of my waist so delicately it made me shudder.

“We’re already married love,” he replied with an eye roll.

“Marry me again,” I shrugged, standing up right again, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, “you are immediately forgiven, you said the magic words of pink and cloud and glitter and now everything can be okay again!”

“Funny,” he mused, pursing his lips together, “when I give you what you want, I’m suddenly a saint.”

“I wouldn’t go so far as saint,” I scoffed my eyes flicking down for a mere moment.

The corners of his mouth turned up for a fraction of a second before his face returned to something more sinister, “you manipulated me into painting a room pink,” he almost laughed, like some sort of revelation he’d just come to, “I think you’re one of the only people who has ever done that to me.”

“I would never!” I gasped, melodramatically clutching my chest, pausing for a beat, then glancing at my nails, “but I am a primadonna and I like to get my way.”

“Hmmm I hadn’t noticed,” he rolled his eyes, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer into his body.

“Well I’m sorry,” I said, ignoring the blush that was clearly creeping up my neck, “but you really should’ve read the label before you bought the product.”

“You being the product?” he raised a sharp blonde brow at my inventive metaphor.

“Naturally,” I nodded.

“Well doesn’t that make our relationship sound so darling,” he said dryly, “besides it’s not my fault I couldn’t see you were such a manipulator, I was blinded by your beauty.”

I stared at him dead in the eye and struggled not to laugh. Every pore in my body just wanted to crack up but my inner monologue had to keep me in check.

‘Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it together. He’s being sweet and charming and treating you like a princess and-‘

“What?”

“That was cheesy,” I teased, allowing myself a small giggle as I rested my arms so they locked together just behind his neck.

His lips pulled into a tight line, “you are the first and only ever woman that would call my flirting cheesy.”

“Wow and how many women have you been with before me,” I scoffed, I cocked my head to the side, “three?”

“Two actually,” he mumbled.

“Well they say third times a charm,” I winked.

“A charm…” he mused, “what an interesting way to put it.”

I laughed, “and yet you still like me.”

“I don’t like you, love,” he murmured, his hands suddenly awfully hot on my hips, “I’m infatuated with you.”

A shiver ran down my spine, right into the depths of my stomach where it gave the little butterflies even more energy as they started to dance and backflip and do all matter of acrobatics that I could only ever dream of.

“Did you just quote Shakespeare?” I asked.

Aaron looked unimpressed, “you are so undereducated in literature.”

“Just because no one uses the word infatuated anymore,” I tusked, rolling my eyes.

“I just did,” he replied, exasperated.

“Well you’re…” I struggled to find the right word, “…you.”

“I thought you liked me,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine.

“Meh,” I replied in a low voice, “depends on the day.”

“Oh really?” Aaron said.

“Mhmmm,” I mumbled, “today’s a come ci come ca kind of day.”

“Well let me make it an embrasse-moi jusqu'à ce que tu ne puisses plus respirer kind of day for you,” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on my cheek bone. It was so gentle I barely registered that I was touched.

“I have no clue what you just said but it was hot as hell,” I laughed, trailing my fingertips up his neck.

And suddenly he was kissing me. I couldn’t pin when it started he just was. More soft kisses but this time all over my mouth that were just to die for. A gentle, slow, heavenly manoeuvre that left me longing for more.

I giggled, “and I don’t mind if you do that again.”

Aaron Warner took comments like that seriously. I took my lips back into his and spoke poems of love with no words at all. His palm was pressed flat across my back as the passion and longing for it all sent me stumbling backwards into a wall. A switch flipped or that was what it felt like and suddenly desperation became such a raw and sweet taste. We were clinging to one another, hands deep in hair, crumpling clothes, eyes closed just to take in a moment this divine, this eternal. The kisses were rougher, full of such intensity and heat. They were rapid, one after the other barely time for thought, let alone breath. We forgot what oxygen was and all of its benefits because nothing compared to this.

“Stop talking,” he said in a low, husky voice, lips immediately back on mine as soon as he’d got the words out as if he couldn’t wait to satisfy his craving, his lust.

“I can’t,” I said breathlessly between a kiss, before Aaron went in for the next one, “it’s borderline impossible,” he kissed me again, “I genuinely think I have a problem.”

“Shhhh,” he whispered, his palm pressed between the back of my head and the wall, chest falling up and down against mine. His finger dragging softly across my tingling lips, then down my jaw to my chin. He tilted my head backwards slightly.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, looking at me like I was golden, like I was the universe, like I was everything.

A warmth spread across the left side of my chest as the beating of my heart began to race to a nearly dangerous speed.

“Yeah, you’re alright looking too,” I winked.

Aaron sighed, still breathless.

“I’m kidding,” I told him gently, “you are the most beautiful man I ever saw.”

He paused for a moment, a pinkish tint rising in his cheeks at just at the top of his ears.

He leant down, putting his mouth to my ear, “what did I tell you about talking?”

And then I was back on his mouth. In a labyrinth of twisting tongues and sugary breaths. Desire, it burnt a hollow hole to my heart, a fiery red flame licking my flesh, exposing the naked organ. Bold and pulsating, it beat only to his name. It will forever only beat to his name.

“You just spoke,” I said, drawing back for a moment, “it’s not fair if you get to and I don’t.”

“I have an off switch,” he replied, “you, on the other hand-“

“Hey I thought you loved me and all the French Shakespeare stuff,” I exclaimed, waving my hand at him.

“I do,” he whispered, nose brushing over mine, “just shhhh, love.”

“I don’t think I can,” I smiled.

“I believe in you,” he said on my lips.

Oh I never knew a man could touch so tenderly. His hand slipped beneath my shirt, they were on my waist, ice cold against the heat of my skin. Goosebumps decorated my curves as a chill down ran down my spine. And he never stopped kissing. It was back to a gentle, passionate rhythm of kisses, some longer and slower and some creeping into the area of longing from before but all so full of love. I could feel it so strongly, so poignantly, like some sort of otherworldly force that neither of us would ever be able to control.

I pull away for a second, my chest heaving up and down like a untamed madwoman.

“No,” kiss, “I’m,” kiss, “serious,” kiss , “Aaron,” kiss “I-“

My breath was sucked away with another kiss, until I physically couldn’t form words. It was one way to shut me up. My hands clung to the fabric of his shirt, trailing desperately up into the depths of his hair. I gripped the chunks of blonde with raw desperation. We stumbled backwards and my back hit the door. Pain shot through it for a fraction of a second and if it lingered any longer I didn’t feel it. My distraction was too great.

I fumbled around for the handle, pushing open the door as we backed into the bedroom, still tongue tied, lost in euphoria. My head spun, the room spun, but everything was so perfect. And then suddenly I was aware of the mattress beneath me and Aaron on top. He gave no indication he may stop. I didn’t even recall falling onto the bed, my brain so overridden by emotion that I couldn’t comprehend things properly.

I placed two hands firmly on his chest and he paused, breathless, lips plumped and red, hair wild and ragged.

“What is it, love? Do you want me to stop?”

Worry ran riot over his features and shame glistened in his emerald eyes. Never did I hold so much love for one being in all my life.

“Kenji and J are going to be here in ten minutes,” I reminded him, going to push him off but not quite bringing myself to.

His eyes roamed me up and down very slowly, as if he was taking in every second, before leaning down to my ear and whispering darkly, “we’ll make it quick.”

“You slut,” I chuckled in the back of my throat, as he pressed his lips back onto mine.

“You don’t mind, love?” he murmured, with a smirk that highlighted his dimples, “do you?”

“Oh,” I grinned, tilting my head back to take his lips back into mine, “not one bit.”

I wrapped an arm around neck as he pressed our lips back together. I pulled him down onto me.

a/n: guys idk if the end got too heated there… should I have written that 🫣🫣 I feel like shatter me is worse though, right??

anyways #bellaisbackfromthedead heyyyyy guys, sorry I’ve been so absent lately!! mocks have been killing me but it’s the last week this week so yayayyay should be up and running with lots of fics soon!! though I’d finish March off with a touch of aaron warner, I hope you all enjoyed xx

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[sweetprfct]

Hi, sweetie, everything alright? I have a request for Aaron if you don't mind...

I would like something where the reader is sick, one day she woke up with dizziness and a headache but didn't tell Aaron so as not to worry him, and maybe, when she was with Kenji and Aaron away from her the reader feels really sick? basically, something cute about Aaron taking care of the reader(and a little cute and concerned best friend kenji)

Thanks!!🤍

Never A Nuisance

Aaron Warner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Food poisoning from a bad sushi. Your boyfriend, Aaron, and best friend, Kenji, weren't exactly friends. One house, one thought of not wanting to worry them. What could possibly go wrong?

Author's Note: This was fun, so thank you for this request! :) Enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.6K

“Princess!” Kenji called out from the living room. “Are you coming or not? The movie is ready!”

You sat at the edge of the tub, hanging your head low. The throbbing headache you have been feeling since you woke up this morning had been killing you all day. However, you and Kenji already had made plans for today. Aaron was at work, and you certainly didn’t need to bother him either, especially that he has been stressed out with a lot of things. 

“I’m coming!” You yelled out, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

You couldn’t sleep well last night due to the fact that your stomach had been killing you. You couldn’t bear to let Aaron know because you knew he was going to be up early for work, and you didn’t need to disturb his sleep either. The cause of your headache was due to the lack of sleep and the fact that you were hungry, but you couldn’t even look at food right now without wanting to hurl. You knew you shouldn’t have eaten that sushi yesterday for lunch. It had been a while since you had some, and you just wanted to fill your cravings, especially that it was also your time of the month. 

Getting up from the edge of the tub, you splashed your face with some water from the sink and stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked pale. You slowly feel a fever coming in, but you had to go through with this. Besides, you would just be sitting on the sofa, watching a movie. You didn’t need to worry Kenji either. Walking out of the bathroom, you tried to balance yourself as you slowly walked down the hall and into the living room. 

“Popcorn?” Kenji smiled excitedly, handing you the bowl of popcorn.

You felt your stomach turned as you stared at it. You gave him a small fake smile and grabbed the bowl before settling yourself on the sofa. 

“What movie is this?” You asked. 

“Tangled.” Kenji replied, settling comfortably next to you. 

You slowly turned your head at Kenji, giving him a glare. This was the fifth time you both watched this movie, and you honestly weren’t in the mood for a happy sunshine kind of movie at the moment. 

“No.” You stated sternly. “I’m not watching this again!” 

“I thought you liked it?” 

“Not for the fifth time.” You argued, reaching over for the remote.

As you bent over towards the coffee table, you felt your stomach turn again as you clasped a hand over your mouth. Kenji stared at you for a moment, brows furrowing. 

“Are you okay, Princess?” He asked.

“Y…Yeah. Sorry.” You said, grabbing the remote and as soon as you sat back on the sofa, your head started to spin.

Swallowing everything that was starting to come up in your throat, you focused your attention on the television screen, scrolling through the variety of movies. You forced your eyes to stay open, blinking a few times to wake yourself up. However, you felt Kenji’s stare burning at the side of your face, and you knew he was trying to figure out if you were actually telling him the truth or not. Picking out a horror movie, you settled comfortably on the sofa, using a pillow to support your head and forced yourself to eat the bowl of popcorn that was sitting on your lap. 

For a moment, Kenji focused his attention on the television and after fifteen minutes that passed by, you started to feel the sushi from yesterday coming up in your throat again. You reached for the glass of water and drank it slowly before putting down the bowl of untouched popcorn on the coffee table. You felt Kenji’s eyes shift at you again. He knew something was wrong because not only you weren’t eating the popcorn—which was your favorite— you weren’t also very talkative like you usually were. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kenji asked. 

“Fine.” You replied, running your fingers through your hair.

It was starting to feel hot. 

Your body was heating up, but your toes and fingers were ice cold. You couldn’t understand what you were feeling right now, and your head started to spin again as you slightly moved your body to find a comfortable position. Kenji moved closer to you, his eyes squinting as he stared at your flushed red ears. 

“You’re sick!” He exclaimed, a hand immediately rested on your forehead. “Oh my god! You’re burning up!”

“I’m fine, Kenji!” You swatted his hand away, moving your head away from his touch but that only made you more dizzy. 

“No, you’re not. You’re burning up!” 

You watched as Kenji got up from the sofa and panicked washed over him. He handed you the glass of water, asking you to drink the whole thing before running towards the kitchen to search for some medicine. You sighed and laid yourself on the sofa, rubbing your temples. The loud cluttering that was going on in the kitchen only made your head spin even more. You closed your eyes and exhaled sharply. You didn’t know how long Kenji had been in the kitchen, panicking and opening and closing the cupboards and drawers. Time seemed to freeze at the moment as you felt your stomach turn again as you set your hand over it. Kenji’s panic state wasn’t helping you at all. 

“Kenji.” You called out, but your voice was too weak. 

Feeling the vomit coming up in your throat again, you clasped a hand over your mouth and quickly got up from the sofa. All Kenji heard was your footsteps running towards the bathroom and then the sound of you hurling out all the food that you ate yesterday. Your face flushed and so did your body. You felt your chest heaving as you groaned softly and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. You sat on the bathroom floor, closing your eyes and leaned back against the tub. 

Everything felt like shit. 

You didn’t know how long you were sitting there but suddenly, you heard rapid footsteps coming from down the hall and the bathroom door swung open. Opening your eyes, you saw Aaron walk in the door with his expression full of worry. 

“Love,” He murmured, immediately kneeling down in front of you. “What happened?” 

Your eyes shifted at Kenji, who stood behind Aaron by the doorway. 

“You called him?” You asked, your voice so low, but Kenji could hear the tone of frustration in your voice. 

“I had to!” Kenji shrugged, his eyes widened. “I didn’t know what was happening! Jesus Christ, Princess! I was so scared!” 

“I told you, I’m fine—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you went back on your knees and vomited on the toilet again. 

All you heard was Kenji groaning in disgusts as Aaron gently rubbed your back and held your hair back. You didn’t want both of them to see you like this. It was disgusting, and you felt disgusting. Your mouth tasted so foul at this point from all the vomit, and it made you even more nauseous.  Aaron handed you a towel to wipe your mouth as he continued to rub your back softly. You watched as Kenji handed Aaron the glass of water as Aaron helped you, holding the glass and slowly letting you drink it.

“Kenji, could you go to the store and get her some medicine? Also, some soup and gatorade.” Aaron said. “She needs some electrolytes.” 

“Yeah, I’m on it.” 

Just like that, Kenji was gone, and your back was against the wall, your head resting against it. You closed your eyes and tried to breathe slowly. You didn’t want Aaron to see you like this, so grotesque and repulsive. You also didn’t want to bother him either. He was already stressed. Once you feel better, you’re definitely going to kill Kenji for doing this to you. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring at Aaron.

He was silent for a moment, his piercing green eyes were full of worry as he stared at you. He then slowly shook his head and wiped your mouth one more time with the towel. His silence was killing you. You didn’t know what he was thinking, and all the possible thoughts that you thought he might be thinking right now was eating you up slowly. 

“Please say something.” You said. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. “How long have you been feeling like this?”

“Since last night.” You sighed. “I ate some bad sushi for lunch and ever since then, my stomach had been hurting and I got a throbbing headache because I couldn’t sleep last night, and I didn’t want to bother you because you’re all stressed and—”

Aaron repeatedly shook his head and said, “There’s nothing more important in this world than you, love.”

You stared at him. His words made your heart swell. It tugged on your heartstrings as he cupped your face with his hands. 

“Stress or not stress… Even if I’m sick myself or I’m a hundred miles away, I will always put you first.” 

“Aaron…”

“There’s nothing you could do for me to prioritize you first, always.” Aaron added. “No matter what the situation is, you’re my first priority, you understand?”

You nodded your head, leaning against his touch as he softly brushed your cheek with his fingers. He could feel the heat that was radiating through your body, and he stared at your pale lips for a moment, tracing the outline with his finger. 

“How did you get here so fast?” You asked.

“I was just around the corner when Kenji called. I was gonna go home early to surprise you, so we can have a nice dinner.” Aaron gave you a small smile. “I brought your favorite flowers. Pink peonies.”

You couldn’t help but give him a small weak smile. If it wasn’t for your breath being so disgusting and foul right now, you would have grabbed him already and kissed him for being so sweet. You couldn’t explain what it was when it came to him, but he always made you feel so safe and protected. Even if he was just standing there next to you, or his presence was just in the room. Aaron knew you could handle yourself pretty well without him but that didn’t stop him to still take care of you and put you first. 

“C’mon…” He whispered, getting up from the floor, scoping you up and carrying you in his arms. 

He gently set you down on the bed as your cold fingers touched his cheek. His eyes immediately went dim as soon as he felt your cold touch. He didn’t like seeing you sick and the fact that he couldn’t do anything to take your pain away was killing him. Taking your hands in his, he pressed a soft kiss on your fingers before rubbing them softly to keep them warm.

“You’re cold.” He said. 

“Mhmm…” You closed your eyes, marveling at his touch. 

“Get some rest, love.” Aaron pulled the duvet close to your chest before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. 

As you slowly fluttered your eyes closed, Aaron got up from the bed and grabbed the heating pad and quietly entered back in the bedroom. Carefully, he pulled the duvet away from your body and rested the heating pad on your stomach. He smiled softly as you stirred and a soft hum escaped from you. Gently tucking you back in, he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him quietly. 

In the kitchen, he found Kenji just arriving back from the store. Aaron couldn’t help but chuckle softly from the image of Kenji in front of him. His face was flushed, and it looked like he ran a mile from the way he was breathing at the moment. 

“Did you drive or did you run to the store?” Aaron teased. 

“Shut up.” Kenji rolled his eyes as he started taking out all the stuff from the grocery bag.

“You never had to take care of Nazeera when she’s sick?” Aaron asked, grabbing the can of soup from the kitchen counter.

Kenji shrugged and said, “That woman never gets sick. I… I got scared there for a moment.”

Aaron turned the stove on and started making the soup as he shook his head. His back was turned to Kenji, while Kenji stared at him for a moment. His mind was still running a million thoughts. He never saw you like this before, and it turned on his panic mode. He didn’t know what was wrong. He didn’t know what you needed to feel better. 

“I thought… nevermind.” Kenji bit his lower lip. 

“What?” Aaron looked over his shoulder, brows all furrowed. 

“Nothing.”

“Stop torturing me and just say what’s on your mind, Kishimoto.” Aaron shook his head as he looked back at the soup he was making on the stove. 

“I thought she was pregnant or something.”

Aaron immediately snapped his head back towards him, his green eyes wide in surprise, “What?”

Kenji saw the look that washed over Aaron’s face. It was a shock expression but at the same time, the idea of it didn’t make him afraid. It softened his green eyes even more. Relaxed his shoulders for the first time since Kenji has known him. He didn’t realize Aaron wasn't opposed to that idea, especially from the way Kenji had known him. Always cold and stiff. 

“I don’t know, man. I was panicking. She was vomiting, and I thought there’s something wrong. I mean don’t you vomit or something if you’re pregnant?”

Aaron couldn’t help but laugh. An actual laugh that Kenji never heard before. Dimples and everything. 

The man had dimples! 

“She has her period right now, you idiot.” Aaron’s voice sounded so amused. “It didn’t exactly help that she ate bad sushi yesterday.”

“Oh.” That was all Kenji could manage as he leaned against the kitchen counter. 

For a moment, he watched Aaron prepare your soup and chopped up some vegetables and other things and cooked them. Kenji could smell the delicious aroma that started to fill up the kitchen. He didn’t even know that Aaron could cook. Not just cook. He could plate it really well too. All fancy and shit like the way they did in the restaurants. 

“Okay, chef.” Kenji teased. 

“One of the things my mother taught me.” Aaron murmured as he finished up your plate. 

Aaron gazed up at Kenji and slid a plate towards him. Kenji stared at the food in front of him for a moment and then gazed back up at Aaron. 

“I can’t eat this.” Kenji said. 

“You saw me cooking it. I didn’t poison it.” Aaron argued back.

“It looks too pretty to eat it.” Kenji commented.

“Don’t act like you’re not hungry.” Aaron rolled his eyes, brushing off the discreet compliment that Kenji gave him. “I know how you are with food. You eat like a wild animal.” 

Taking a piece of vegetable, Kenji took a bite of it and held in his smile. Aaron knew he liked it, and he was forcing himself to not show it in front of him. Picking up his fork, Kenji started eating the rest of the food as Aaron shook his head and started cleaning up the kitchen counters. 

“Thank you.” Aaron said as soon as he finished cleaning, looking back at Kenji.

The silence that was blanketing the room was slowly killing him. Kenji gazed up at him, processing what Aaron was trying to thank him for. Then, he saw the genuine in his eyes and realized that he was actually being serious. 

“Of course, I care about her. She’s literally my best friend.” Kenji nodded. 

Another silence blanketed between them until—

“Aaron?”

Both of their heads turned at the same time towards the direction of the bedroom as soon as they heard your voice. You were awake, and Aaron immediately dropped the towel and washed his hands. 

“I got the dishes.” Kenji offered as Aaron grabbed the plate of food that he made for you and placed it on a tray. 

Staring at the ceiling, you blinked your eyes a few times to get rid of the sleep. Your headache was slowly fading away, and you had forgotten the memory of how you got back in your bed. You were still in pain when it came to your stomach, and you could feel another round of vomit coming up. Then, you heard the door open to find Aaron holding a tray of food. A small smile tugged on his lips.

“Hey, love.” He sets the tray next to you before stroking your hair softly. “How are you feeling?”

“I… need…” You clasped a hand over your mouth and Aaron’s eyes widened as he quickly ran out to grab a bucket for you. 

It didn’t take long for him to come back as he held the bucket in front of you, one hand clutching on your hair, while you vomited again. Aaron set the bucket down on the floor as soon as you were finished, grabbing the fresh towel and wiping your mouth gently.

“God, I’m so sorry.” You whispered as Aaron gently helped you sit up on the bed, your back leaning against the headboard.

“Don’t apologize, love.” He murmured, “It’ll pass. I promise.”

He handed you a glass of water as you took a big sip of it. You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, shaking your head. Your headache was slowly fading, but you were still dizzy, and you just wanted this feeling to be over. 

“I didn’t want you to worry or be such an inconvenience. You already have a lot on your plate.”

Aaron moved himself from the edge of the bed and scooted himself over next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you close to his chest. You exhaled a sharp breath, breathing him in. He smelled so fresh and nice, and his warm body was making you feel so sleepy. You felt warm and safe. 

You were home.

“Didn’t I tell you that you’re always my first priority, love?” Aaron murmured. “You’re never a nuisance to me. Ever.”

You pressed your face on his chest as you closed your eyes, your arm wrapping around his torso as you clung to him. You could stay in his arms forever. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. 

“I love you.” Aaron smiled, kissing your forehead. 

There was a comfortable silence for a moment as you slowly started falling back to sleep. Your breathing started to steady as Aaron rubbed your arm softly that made you even sleepier until you heard Kenji’s familiar voice that made you snap your eyes open.

“How is she?” Kenji asked.

Aaron felt your body jolt in surprise as you opened your eyes. You blinked a few times and saw Kenji standing by the doorway, sliding on his jacket. Aaron shook his head and gave Kenji a death glare for waking you up. 

“You never use your brain do you, Kishimoto?” Aaron said, irritation hinting at his voice.

“Sorry, I thought she was awake.” 

You lifted your head from Aaron’s chest, brows furrowing. You didn’t realize Kenji was still here. This whole time, he was here and Aaron was here, and the house didn’t burn down? That was impossible for your brain to comprehend even if you were sick. Did they have an actual conversation out there, or did they just stare at each other? For sure, you would have woken up if they had started beating each other up in the living room. 

“You’re still here?” You asked. 

“Unfortunately.” Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Kenji gave Aaron a side eye before giving you a small smile and said, “Of course. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You couldn’t help but smile at your best friend. He truly was the sweetest thing. Although, you didn’t mean to make him panic earlier. You saw his reaction, and he looked like a lost little puppy. 

“Thank you. I’ll be okay.” You said, giving him a small reassuring smile. “Even if I’m still upset with you for making that phone call.”

Kenji chuckled softly, “Whatever you say, Princess. I’ll get going. I’m sure Warner could handle it from here.”

You nodded your head as Kenji nodded his head at Aaron before walking away. You shifted your eyes at both men and saw the look on their faces. Almost like a silent understanding between them two, and you couldn’t help but wonder what happened between them when you were asleep. 

“I think he almost had a heart attack earlier.” You giggled softly, burying your face in Aaron’s neck.

“You should have seen him when he came back from the store.” Aaron laughed softly. 

You grinned and planted a soft kiss on his neck. Aaron felt your lashes tickle his neck as you closed your eyes. Being in his arms made you feel slightly better. It was almost like his presence was like a drug to you that you couldn't seem to understand, but you were so drunk in it. You just wanted this forever. You just wanted to stay in his arms like this forever.

“You should eat, love. I made you some food.” Aaron whispered.

However, you were struggling to keep your eyes open. You were exhausted from vomiting so much. The thought of food was still making you nauseous, and the heating pad that Aaron had set on your stomach had helped the pain to slowly fade away. Aaron rubbed your arm softly, and it gave you even more comfort. As he gazed down at you, he couldn’t help but smile when he found you asleep peacefully in his arms. 

“Sweet dreams, love.” He whispered, kissing your hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

The End.

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[op1umeyes]

Y’all. Waking up with SSA Aaron Hotchner. Is just. My dream. 

Can you just imagine him holding onto your waist and pressing your skin to his? Like, his thumb rubbing circles over your hips through the thin blanket? Im crying.

Kissing your cheek when you’re still asleep just to watch you twitch and let out that happy sigh only Aaron can heard? Need it.

Brushing the staticky flyaways from your face so Aaron can memorize every single part of your face. And seeing you without the crease in your eyebrow that Aaron knows is there because of his job is a sight to behold wothing itself. Salivating right now.

Listening to your breathing pattern. It’s bizarre, Aaron thinks, but in his line of work, it’s a different kind of comfort to know that you’re here and you’re safe. Actually adorable.

I just need him. Like. I need him.

[beautysamour]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

hi loves, i’ve decided to do kinktober!l i will be posting every other day including the 31st—so sixteen one shots.

(classes have started, so it’ll be a very busy time…)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Miguel O’Hara

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Aaron Warner

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

Prostate Massage — Miguel O’Hara

Overstimulation — Dick Grayson

Vibrators — Miguel O’Hara

Strip tease — Jason Todd

Quirofilia—hand kink — Miguel O’Hara

Mutual edging — Dick Grayson

Bondage — Aaron Warner

Switch battle — Jason Todd

Somnophilia — Miguel O’Hara

Thigh grinding — Aaron Warner

Tit fixation — Miguel O’Hara

Temperature play — Miguel O’Hara

Gauze play — Aaron Warner

Pussy suffocation — Miguel O’Hara

Mutual oral (69) — Jason Todd

Objectification — Dick Grayson

[andromedathegoddessofstarlight]

You cannot tell me Alejandro isn't similar to Aaron Warner from Shatter Me.

They are both irresistibly hot, smart, capable, and full-on obsessed with their girls. They have an enemy dynamic with them—I could go on.

The MAIN thing, however, is that both of them got BRUTALLY betrayed by their one and only- WHILE BEING KISSED. Alejandro got kneed between the legs and thrown down the volcano, and Aaron was shot with a goddamn gun.

Did they still be hopelessly in love with their girls? Yes.