Hello!! Can you write something with Grumpy!Aaron Warner x sunshine!fem!reader ???
of course here you go love hope you like it 🪷
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You stirred slowly, the soft, quiet hum of morning filling the room. For a moment, you just lay there, eyes closed, savoring the warmth of the blankets around you, the quiet rhythm of Aaron’s breathing beside you. His arm was draped lazily across your waist, his fingers lightly tracing little patterns on your back.
It was peaceful. So peaceful.
You smiled to yourself, your heart swelling at the simplicity of it all—Aaron, the brooding, guarded man who usually kept the world at arm’s length, was here, tangled up in the soft sheets with you, letting you in. He wasn’t the kind of person to let his guard down for just anyone, but with you, he did. You could feel it in the way he held you, as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the present.
You stretched, letting out a small, content sigh, and that’s when you felt him shift, tightening his grip around you just a little bit, as if to pull you closer even in his sleep.
“Morning, sunshine,” you whispered, the words coming out all soft and sleepy, just the way you liked them.
Aaron mumbled something unintelligible in response, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His hair was slightly tousled, and you couldn’t resist running your fingers through it, gently brushing the strands out of his face. His breath warmed your skin, and you could feel the faintest hint of a smile tug at his lips.
“Still too early,” he muttered, voice muffled by your skin.
You giggled softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “It’s never too early to be cute,” you teased, trying to get him to wake up. He groaned lightly but didn’t pull away, only nuzzling deeper into your neck.
As much as he liked to pretend he wasn’t a softie, you knew better. You were his soft spot.
You let the moment linger, the two of you simply enjoying the comfort of being close to each other. But just as you were about to drift back into the calm haze of sleep, the door to the room suddenly burst open with a loud bang.
“OH. MY. GOD.”
You jolted, eyes flying open as Kenji’s voice cut through the quiet morning air, sharp and dramatic as always. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth hanging open in mock horror. “What is this?! Are you two—are you seriously—are you two actually cuddling?!”
Aaron immediately went stiff, his arms pulling away from you like he’d been caught doing something criminal. You could see the red creeping up his neck as he glared at Kenji, clearly not amused.
“Kishimoto, what the hell are you doing?” Aaron snapped, sitting up and throwing the covers off, his mood instantly shifting to grumpy.
Kenji didn’t even flinch. He was too busy pretending to faint, dramatically collapsing onto the floor in an exaggerated manner. “I—I can’t believe it,” he groaned, rolling onto his back. “The great Aaron Warner, cuddling? I thought I was going to witness a horror show, but this? This is too much.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, still snuggled in the bed, your head propped up on your hand as you watched the two of them interact. Kenji was so over-the-top, and it always made you smile, especially when it got a rise out of Aaron.
Aaron shot him a withering look, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “,get out of here. Now.” His tone was cold, but you could see the tiny glimmer of embarrassment in his eyes, despite how hard he was trying to hide it.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Aaron let out a frustrated groan and flopped back down onto the bed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I swear, he delights in torturing me.”
Kenji grinned and sat up, adjusting his shirt like he hadn’t just dropped to the floor in the most dramatic way possible. “I’ll take it as a yes,” he teased, winking at you. “I’ll let you two lovebirds get back to whatever this is, but just know—I saw it.” He made finger guns at Aaron before finally turning and walking out of the room, his laughter echoing down the hallway.
You grinned, slipping back into the space beside him. You could see the pink still lingering on his cheeks, and you leaned over to press a soft kiss to his jaw, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his neck.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his. “I think Kenji has a point.”
Aaron’s eyes softened, the usual scowl disappearing as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back into his embrace. “I’m not cute,” he muttered, though there was a trace of fondness in his voice that made your heart flutter. “And I definitely don’t like it when people see that side of me.”
You giggled, resting your head against his chest. “Well, I think you’re cute,” you teased, “and I’m the only one who gets to see this side of you, right?”
Aaron’s grip tightened around you, his face softening in that rare, sweet way that only you got to witness. “Right,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Only you.”
You smiled, sinking into his warmth as you let yourself drift back into the comfort of his arms, the whole world feeling perfect and safe for just a little while longer.
: ̗̀➛ summary: aaron and you have decided to go to the beach, where small loving gestures are exchanged.
author's note: guess who's back
spring's rains have long traveled somewhere else and have left sticky and hot temperatures behind. this heatness was the type that made you crave melty ice cream and the cool waves of the ocean on your skin. this summer was like all the others—hot days, perfect afternoons, and heavy-perfumed flowers that smelled like birthday cake.
to no surprise, at least one of your family had to plan a day out in the beach and everyone had to go (or else they'd be forced by Kenji).
surprisingly, the day had run smoothly and the evening air was perfect against your skin. even from where you lay, you could see both james and juliette digging up kenji's whining body from the golden sand (much to the amusement of nazeera).
you suppressed a tiny grin while aaron sought this time to be perfect for just the two of you. "love?" he prompted from behind.
you turned around, glancing at his face that you thought was carved by aphrodite herself. "can we go somewhere? just us?" he asked, even though the two of you already knew the answer—yes.
"of course!" you reply with obvious excitement. "maybe we can visit that overpriced ice cream shop—"
"if it makes you happy—"
"—or that tiny bookstore in the corner of first avenue—."
"I'd be delighted—"
"—or that really cute jewelry place that juliette pointed out earlier."
pressing a kiss against your forehead, he murmured, "we'll do it all, love."
nearly an hour later, aaron's hands were full of tiny bags that were stuffed with limited editions of jane austen's work and jewelry you certainly didn't need but aaron bought anyway just to see that smile he loved so much.
delighted with the evening, you pecked warner's lips softly.
"eugh," mumbled james, with an adorable nose scrunch, from just a few feet once the two of you pull back.
"agreed," whispered kenji loudly, brushing off the ungodly amount of sand clinging to his bathing suit. "get a room."
aaron was quick to start a bickering argument with kenji, making both you and juliette laugh.
but you couldn't care less, for all you needed was summer evenings.
Kenji was the first one that looked at y/n. His jaw dropping and adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed made Aaron and Adam turn. Aaron also felt his jaw drop open and his eyebrows raise. He quickly turned to Kenji. "If you don't stop undressing my woman with your eyes, I will personally see to it that your skull gets crushed," he said blank faced before striding over to his girlfriend.
"My love..." Aaron trailed off when he got closer. y/n's dress clung delightfully to her body. The dark red dress had an intricate sparkly beaded pattern sewn from the waist up. "You look... No words have the ability to describe you, my love," he murmured.
y/n smiled. "You always know what to say, darling. I'm afraid a simple 'you are stunning' will suffice," she replied, taking Aaron's hand to help her down the last stair.
The blond man looked at her as if she'd grown four heads. "'Stunning'? That is the bare minimum, y/n. I'm thinking more along the lines of absolutely ravishing." He shook his head like in a dissapointed way. "Absolutely blasphemous," he muttered to himself.
Laughing, y/n fixed a stray hair while Aaron led the pair over to where Kenji, Adam, and James were waiting. "I just put this dress on. I'd like it if it could stay on for at least an hour."
Kenji let out a loud wolf whistle before Aaron could respond. He bowed dramatically before offering y/n his hand. Aaron regretfully let go of y/n as she took Kenji's hand. Kenji twirled y/n gracefully, making James giggle at Aaron's glower. Adam couldn't help but chuckle at the way Aaron's jaw clenched when Kenji dipped y/n, making her shriek and cling to him.
"You're horrible!" y/n said when Kenji brought her back up. However, Kenji just laughed and nudged her with his shoulder.
"I like to think I'm quite outstanding," he replied smugly. "James would probably agree, yeah?"
The kid nodded, just barely easing Aaron's scowl. "I thought you were gonna drop y/n, though." he commented. He laughed harder at Kenji's offended gasp.
Adam sat back and watched Kenji and James banter while y/n retreated back to Aaron.
She easily slipped one of the blond's arms around her shoulder. "What's wrong, lovie?" y/n asked, having an idea of the look on his face.
"Just not one for watching Kishimoto twirl you around like that," he said.
y/n couldn't help but smile. "I think it's really cute when you get jealous," she said, looking at Aaron with a bright smile that he couldn't help but reciprocate.
After that, Aaron fell in a daze. The only thing on his mind was the view he had when Kenji dipped y/n. Yes, Aaron wasn't a fan of Kenji swinging his woman around like that, but he had a nice view of y/n's cleavage. Aaron criticized himself for being a pervert.
Somehow, y/n found herself sitting on Aaron's lap. Adam had wandered off, leaving James in the care of y/n, her lover, and Kenji. He sat beside the first two on hid own chair, picking at a pitiful piece of apple pie.
"You smell so good, love," Aaron murmured, resting his chin on y/n's shoulder. He pressed kiss after kiss on the sensitive skin around y/n's ear, delighting in the shiver that ran down y/n's spine. "Smell like... me," he groaned. Aaron barely withheld a smirk at the feel of y/n swatting his arm awkwardly as she tried to hold a conversation with Kenji.
Kenji yammered on about fuck knows what as Aaron wrapped his arms around y/n's waist, pulling her into him. "Aaron," she whisper-yelled.
She shifted in her spot to reach for her glass of water. Aaron kept his hold on her, giving her only a sliver of room to adjust. As y/n set her cup back down, Aaron clenched his jaw after y/n ground down on his crotch.
Seconds ticked by. Aaron had his face buried in y/n's neck while she conversed with her friend. James was slumped in his seat, eyes closed.
Aaron barely tuned in for the last part of his girlfriend's conversation.
"-better take James to his room. Kid's slumped," Kenji observed.
y/n nodded. She couldn't see Adam through the clumped groups of people but figured he'd be nearby. "See you tomorrow, Kenny," y/n said joyously. The pair watched Kenji shake his head, finish off his drink, and stand up.
"I'll get you back for that," he said, picking up James and wandering off.
"May I finally take you to bed?" Aaron asked in a low voice.
"You act as if I've been starving you," y/n mumbled back, leaning back into her lover.
The man scoffed. "It feels as if you have," he replied. "I felt positively disgusting watching Kishimoto dip you like that. Your pretty tits- Please, my love, let me take you to bed."
"I love when you beg."
He couldn't help it: Aaron whimpered. It was a quiet sound, no doubt. It came from deep in his throat, a whine that couldn't be stopped. "Please," he pleaded weakly, eyes fluttering closed.
"Take me to bed, my love. Show me how much you want to, as you said, 'ravish' me."
With that, Aaron stood up. He held y/n in his arms and happily took advantage of the crowds clearing so he could get to the elevator faster. y/n clung to him, arms thrown around his neck, watching his eyes darked considerably as he carried her to his room.
He opened the door quickly, stepped in, and locked it. Aaron set y/n on the bed carefully, as if she was made of fine porcelain. After taking off his tie, Aaron tossed it to the side, something to be found tomorrow morning.
Immediately after that, Aaron dropped to his knees, pressing kisses to y/n's legs before stopping aproximately three inches from her ankle to undo her shoes.
"Aaron..." y/n whispered. The man looked up, swallowing. y/n looked at him with such lust in her eyes Aaron felt overwhelmed with admiration for her. "Aaron please," she whispered again.
Aaron set y/n's shoes aside and stood up to kiss his lover like his life depended on it. He nipped at y/n's bottom lip and groaned when she gasped. When y/n finally pulled back, she let Aaron slide her so her head was supported by an array of pillows. "Love, flip over for me," he murmured.
When y/n complied, Aaron took his time taking bobby pins and hair things from y/n's hair. He set everything on his nighttable before he returned his attention to his lover's back. Aaron slowly unzipped the back of the bloodred dress. When he was done, he pressed kiss after kiss after kiss from y/n's neck to her shoulder to her back.
"Please, Aaron," y/n murmured. Her broken plead made Aaron feel overwhelmed.
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me what you need me to do to make you feel good," he whispered, easing the dress down.
The cold air made y/n shiver. "I need you... I need you to eat me out," she shuddered. "Please."
Aaron cooed. "My love's asking so nicely."
"Aaron," y/n whined. After chuckling silently, Aaron finally 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 pulled the dress off. He leaned back, letting y/n turn over bashfully. Her shadowed complexion made blood rush... down.
Aaron's eyes wandered. They, like two unstoppable forces, traced every curve and dimple and scar and pimple from the top of y/n's head down her neck to the dip of her collarbone. His eyes marveled at every feature on her body, unconciously swallowing at the vulnerable beauty laying in front of him.
"You're staring."
"You're... unexplainable." Aaron's mouth answered before he could think about an answer. "So beautiful, my love," he went on. "That complex mind of yours, always thinking things through." With that, he tapped y/n's temple. "These eyes- dear God- the way you look at me..." He trailed off, cupping y/n's face with both hands. "And your mouth, my love. I love your voice, the way you talk to me. You make me feel so 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥," he whispered, staring straight at y/n's lips. When he finished his sentance, Aaron leaned down and kissed y/n.
"I need you Aaron. I need your mouth, please," y/n begged between kisses, legs wrapping around Aaron's waist. With each groan and whimper, y/n couldn't help but grind up on Aaron's crotch, a part of her relishing in the way his pitch grew higher and high with each movement.
He shushed her when he pulled back. "I know, sweetheart, I know. Lay down, love. I'll take care of you."
Panting, y/n did as she was told. Butterflies erupted in her stomach while watching Aaron watch her. His eyes were so dark they looked like the darkest, shiniest, crystalized piece of the night sky on a person. His jawline was accuented as he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth against each other (a habit y/n noticed when he was stressed, horny, or worried). A pitiful "please" escaped it's way out of y/n's face when Aaron hooked his fingers on the waistband of y/n's ordinary pair of underwear. Her thighs shook with every intentionally faint graze of Aaron's fingers.
"You gotta stay quiet, you know. There are a lot of important people here, lovely, and who's the only person in the world that can hear those pretty sounds of yours?" His dark, commanding tone scratched an itch in y/n's mind that she didn't know she had.
"You, Aaron, you. Only you, only you."
A smile spread across Aaron's face. "That's right, love." With that, he peppered y/n's sensitive inner thighs with kisses. With one hand, Aaron unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped his dress pants. When he pulled away, he saw y/n biting a knuckled to muffle her whines. "Good girl, being so quiet for me," he praised.
With little warning, Aaron slipped his pointer finger right into y/n's glistening pussy. A breathless gasp escaped the woman as she tried her damned hardest to be quiet- something Aaron internally admired her for. He slowly pushed in, out, in, out while watching a blissed expression bloom over his lover's face.
When he was satisfied with one finger, he slipped in another. "You're doing so well for me, angel," Aaron mumbled. y/n couldn't tell if he was talking to her or her cunt.
He was caught in a trance, dazed by the glistening liquids on his hand that were equally spread all over y/n's thighs. "All mine," he whispered to himself. The pace which he moved his fingers sped up, and he grinned when y/n's (normally shy) hands threaded themselves into his hair to push his head down.
It made Aaron actually throb to know y/n felt comfortable enough to take her own pleasure from him. The hands that have been doused in the blood of hundreds, curling into the g-spot of his favorite girl. His lips that had uttered hundreds of millions of insults and orders to people unworthy of his time had a new purpose: to bring his woman pleasure.
Aaron's fingers kept moving as he basically made out with y/n's clit. It seemed that with the way the blond was moaning and groaning, it gave him more pleasure than y/n.
For her credit, y/n was... semi-silent. Because her hands were occupied, the only thing she could do was bit down on her lip or tongue to stifle the squeals that begged to emerge from her throat.
By the way y/n's thighs were tensing up and pressing against Aaron's head (and the way her cunt was tightening and fluttering around his fingers), Aaron knew y/n was close. Just to be an ass, Aaron slowed the pace of which his fingers moved the tiniest bit. He couldn't help but smile when y/n whined desperately: she was so responsive.
After a minute, though, Aaron had mercy and returned back to his previous pace, sucking and licking right were she needed him to.
Words were an unknown factor at this point. Aaron was hell bent on giving y/n the best head she'd never dreamed about, and y/n was trying her damned hardest not to outright squeal. The air in the room was as hot as fire- or maybe that was what this kind of lust felt like.
And then that fire bloomed into something else; something made out of love and hate, bloodlust and admiration, darkness and obliviousness.
The white hot coil snapped- shattered, was crushed and destroyed.
With Aaron's face buried between y/n's thighs, he didn't get to see the way y/n's mouth opened in a breathless scream. Her grip on Aaron's head slackened and her thighs shook.
Aaron's fingers kept up the assult, despite the dull ache in his wrist. A sweet liquid suddenly filled up his senses, filling his nose and mouth and ears, slowly sinking down his throat. It filled his heart and soul and sank into his lungs. Once again he felt the overwhelming feeling of love and lust as Aaron lapped up every last drop of y/n's release from her sensitive thighs.
Above him, y/n panted as she came down from her high. Her stomach fluttered at the pornographic squelches coming from Aaron playing with her pussy and loudly sucking hickies onto her skin. "I love you," y/n whispered, tears rolling down her face. "I'm so in love with you Aaron."
A few seconds later, Aaron tore himself away and sat up. He hovered over y/n's body, his muscular, scared body versus the softer, curvier frame of y/n's showed the beautidully imperfect juxtaposition between the two. "Love," Aaron cooed, pulling y/n's hands from her face. "Sweetheart, I love you too. Come on now. Dry your tears, lovie. You did so well, staying quiet. I need to clean you up, okay? Are you here with me, lovely?" His soft voice asked. With enough care to make a grown woman cry, Aaron slipped his arms under y/n's waist and the other supporting her unclothed back. He picked y/n up without waiting for her answer and started to the joint bathroom that was redone.
"What about you?" y/n murmured into Aaron's neck.
"I'm fine, love, don't think about me," he responded. Even if his brush off was abrupt and y/n felt bad, she didn't have the energy to say anything else.
While Aaron moved around, y/n traced the numerous scars on Aaron's back. She heard a bath being drawn as she dozed off.
"Sleep, y/n. I'll take care of you" was the last thing y/n heard before she fell asleep in her lover's arms.
synopsis: you and Aaron Warner's families have been friends for decades. it started with your great grandparents, leading all the way down to the two of you. when Aaron gets overwhelmed at one of Anderson's huge business parties, he seeks refuge in a certain other 15 year old who he may or may not be secretly head over heels for.
warnings! - aaron being soft for once, comfort, aaron ranting, mentions of abuse (anderson), this is in bullet point format bc i find it easier to read!, yelling, aaron on the verge of a panic attack, occasional use of y/n (i know i know im sorry), alcohol!
THIS IS PART ONE FYI PT 2 WILL BE LINKED WHEN FINISHED!
SETTING THE SCENE
before the world went entirely to shit, Paris Anderson would have constant business meetings.
some would end up becoming more of a large party, with quite a bit of drinking involved.
the first family ever on the invite list was yours, considering how far back you guys went.
your father was heavily involved with the Reestablishment, alongside Anderson, causing you and Aaron to get very close very quickly.
while the adults drank, argued, and slurred their harsh words, you and Aaron would seek out a place to truly hear each other speak.
y'all's main "hiding spot" was the lush gardens behind the Anderson Estate.
however, some events would occupy the serene space, causing you and Aaron to opt for his lavish bedroom instead.
as long as you two were together, it really only mattered that you were together, two fifteen year old's just trying to live for a little.
THE 14TH ANNUAL BALL.
Anderson liked to call the business parties "balls" to make it seem fancier than a bunch of spiteful adults mocking each other and yelling.
Aaron however, called them "bitchass anger meetings".
they all sat in the dining hall, massive circular table taking up the entire room, enough chairs to seat about 200 people.
yet the table was split into three different sections!
one section was dedicated to the men and women who were members of the Reestablishment, one for their spouses and the small children, and the last section for the adolescents.
you and Aaron were never more than a seat apart, more than likely right next to each other.
you two were an impermeable duo, no other kids daring to try and come between you both.
when y'all eventually snuck off once the "ball" got rowdy, it was out of the blue to no one.
June 18th, 7:43 PM.
they had begun.
begun the drunken words which they would regret in the morning (or not.)
Aaron had been called over to the adults section by his father about 15 minutes ago.
you could see him there blonde hair slightly messy from your fingers running through it earlier when you were attempting to fix a stray hair.
his suit was perfectly pressed, standing by his father's side as if he was a statue. he didn't move, didn't blink, didn't speak unless spoken to.
how he was raised.
"it's pitiful, truly. he's going to grow up to be just like his daddy, cruel and damn mean."
a voice whispered to your right, snapping you out of your trance.
"Aaron is nothing like Anderson- and he never will be. shut your trap before i staple it shut."
that sort of tone was reserved for people talking shit about the few people you genuinely cared about and would defend with your life- one of them being Aaron Warner.
the girl's eyes went wide and she averted her gaze from you, staring at her plate.
you rolled your eyes, poking uninterestedly at the shredded pork on your plate.
when you look back up at the stiff boy next to Anderson, you find yourself making eye contact with him.
you smiled (like an absolute idiot), and it was visible that was trying not to do the exact same.
you nodded towards the large glass door on the right side of the ballroom, silently hoping he would get the gesture and follow you outside whenever he was dismissed.
he nodded faintly ensuring no one saw him move without permission.
you rose from your seat hastily, eager to get some fresh air (and to see him heheh)
little did you know... it would be a little until your best friend was allowed to leave.
hi eir! I’d like to make a request for an Aaron warner x reader where the reader is sick and Aaron has to take care of her 🧎♀️
TNANK YOU <3333
Yes.
Swooning season
Pairing: Aaron Warner x reader
summary: It’s flu season and unfortunately; you’ve caught it. Luckily you have such a loving boyfriend to take care of you.
warning/s: none
a/n: aaron warner makes me weak in the knees.
enjoy !!
“Lay down,” your boyfriend ordered you while putting a hand on your shoulder, already beginning to push you back down on your bed with his eyebrows furrowed. He hated seeing you in any kind of pain.
You allowed him to push you down, a small smile on your face as you watched him pamper you.
“I love you,” you said with eyes that would be described as dreamy, could anyone blame you though? Aaron Warner pampering his sick significant other is definitely something to swoon over.
He brought a hand up to your forehead and brushed some of the hair that had begun to stick to it, as his expression softened at your words he brought his lips up to your temple, “I love you too,” he whispered back.
You’ve heard him say that very same phrase to you over a hundred times, yet it manages to make you weak in the knees every time, it’s a good thing you weren’t standing.
After a few seconds on Aaron keeping his lips on your temple, he pulled away to look at your face, your eyes to be specific, but that romantic desire immediately fleeted when he saw your beaming red face.
“What happened- here,” he quickly began to open a water bottle and pushed it towards your face, “are you ok?”
You tilt your head on your pillow now confused, “My love,” you begin to say but struggle to continue as you start to giggle; realizing that he took your red face, caused by blushing, as a sigh of you being in pain, “I’m ok- I was blushing. Im surprised you couldn’t feel my love for you in the moment.” You tease at the rare boost of energy you suddenly received.
Aaron sighed as he lowered his hand with the water bottle in it, “Of course I could feel it, I just didn’t realize a change in reaction since I’ve been feeling the same thing from you all day.”
He brought the water bottle up again; pushing your hand away as you reached to grab it, “I got it, you’re too weak right now.”
And just like that, your lovesick expression turned into a heartbroken betrayed one.
Aaron frowned as you pouted, feeling the change in your emotion for the first time today.
Feeling hurt that he called you weak, you pulled up the blanket that was previously resting on your legs and turned to lay on your side, facing away from your boyfriend. You weren’t weak, you were just sick.
Normally if you were feeling better you wouldn’t have reacted this way because he obviously didn’t mean it like that, but you weren’t feeling better. So you blame it on the sickness.
Aaron internally cursed at himself, even though he was right. Half of him was saying that he shouldn’t feel bad for stating the obvious, but the other part, the other part that couldn’t ignore the fact that his words managed to throw you off your lovesick demeanor was upset.
He set the water bottle he was holding on your nightstand and tried to pull the blanket up so he could apologize by cuddling you under it. Being the stubborn person you are, you mustered all the strength you could and gripped onto you blanket making sure that it wouldn’t budge.
Aaron softly sighed at this, he hated seeing you upset. Even though he was upset that you were upset, he couldn’t help but smile as he found the view in front of him adorable. You, pouting, with your eyes closed and your entire body covered except for your head and your arms that were now above the blanket, keeping it pinned down. It was enough to make him feel weak in the knees.
A few minutes passed, probably, as silence filled the room. You were beginning to wonder if your boyfriend left but you didn’t remember hearing any noises coming from the door, at the same time though you were getting tired so your memory was a little hazy.
With your curiosity getting the better of you, you turned in your bed and felt your entire body freeze due to surprise. Aaron Warner, your ever so loving boyfriend, had his head on your bed, his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed as he rested his body on his knees.
You felt your heartbeat start to increase at the sight. Aaron Warner was always beautiful but him asleep was a different kind of angelic view.
As you began to internally swoon over your boyfriend again, you took notice of his furrowed brows and guilt immediately took over. You hated seeing him in any kind of pain, both physical and emotional, and you hated whenever he didn’t look relaxed in his sleep because he deserves to relax.
“Aaron,” you whisper as you run a hand through his hair. He opens his eyes quickly and sits up even quicker, now on full alert.
“What’s wrong- are you hurt? Do you need water?” He reached for the water bottle rested on your night stand, but you stopped him by reaching for his arm.
“I’m ok,” you croaked out, he raised an eyebrow as you cleared your throat, “just tired.”
He relaxes at hearing that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t in pain, “Then close your eyes, go to sleep.”
You shake your head, “Can’t.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
You widened your eyes at his question, he thinks you want him to leave? “What? No- no, I want you to stay,” you push yourself up on your elbow and reach for his hand, “I want you to sleep next to me.”
This time Aaron widened his eyes, he was surprised that you weren’t completely upset with him still, “Ok,” he whispered before pushing himself up on his feet and pulling the blanket up; wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer to him, ignoring the way you tried to push against his chest.
“I don’t want you to get sick-“ he interrupted you with a hush, “I’ll be fine,” he reassures as he pulls you impossibly closer, resting his head atop yours.
After a few moments of shuffling under the blanket, you two finally settle into a more comfortable position; with Aaron spooning you from behind.
You think a few minutes passed again with just silence filling the atmosphere, and you still can’t sleep, feeling as if something was left unfinished.
“Aaron?”
He hums in response. You don’t turn your body towards him, you just continue talking, “I’m sorry for getting mad at you.”
Aaron mumbles something you can’t quite make out, obviously on the edge of his consciousness, “I shouldn’t have called you weak, so it’s all right,” he says quietly.
You force a chuckle out, “You were right anyways.”
a/n: prompt from @liquidflyer; warner is autistic because i said so <3
“it’s just rain!” you laughed, spinning in a circle as your boyfriend hunched his shoulders uncomfortably. “it won’t kill you.”
aaron scoffed. “i know it won’t kill me, love. i just don’t like it.”
“why not?” you asked, pouting. “scared your pretty clothes’ll get all messed up?” you were just teasing, but you could tell you were right from the embarrassed look on aaron’s face. “aaron.” you marched toward him. “just have fun with me. your clothes will be fine—it’s just water. i need this,” you added quietly.
aaron’s expression softened. “okay,” he relented, voice gentle and quiet.
“besides,”—you smirked—“our clothes’ll be all wet and we’ll have to take them off.” you eyed him innocently. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, aaron?”
he flushed, just slightly, and you tried not to seem too pleased with yourself—not that it would make a difference with aaron’s energy. he was constantly making you flustered; it felt good to turn the tables. “yes,” he mumbled, and you grinned.
“c’mon.” you grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a puddle. “jump!”
he raised an eyebrow. “jump?”
“mhm!” you nodded earnestly. “it makes the water splash all around you! it’s super fun.”
“no offense, love, but that does not sound like very much fun to me. it sounds like voluntarily soiling your clothing.”
“aaron!” you whined, shaking his arms.
“all right, all right!” he sighed.
“okay. one… two… three!” you jumped, rising high up in the air and bringing a splash of muddy water flying up in your wake. aaron hopped weakly in place, barely rising five inches. “that was pathetic,” you deadpanned.
“you’ve gotten mud on my clothes!” he said in reply.
you rolled your eyes. “they’ll wash, princess.” he pouted, an endlessly amusing expression to see on his face. “okay, okay, no more jumping.” aaron looked incredibly relieved. “i wanna do something else.”
“what, love?” he seemed nervous.
you twisted your lip, mildly embarrassed. “it’s a bit stupid…”
“come on, sweetheart, what is it that you want to do?” he asked softly. “you know i won’t judge you.”
a smile bloomed across your face. gosh, you loved him. you loved him even more when he called you sweetheart. “i wanna kiss in the rain,” you told him. “like in those old movies from before the reestablishment took over. it seems fun, or romantic, or something; i don’t know. i just wanna try it.”
aaron gave you a small smile. “okay. that’s not stupid, love. it sounds significantly more enjoyable than getting mud on my clothes.”
your already large smile exploded into a grin. “yay!!” you did a little jig to celebrate, and aaron laughed at you, but not unkindly. “okay, um, so—”
aaron cut you off, grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. rain dripped into your slightly open mouths as your bodies grew closer and closer to each other. he lifted you up with ease, not disconnecting his mouth from yours for a second as you wrapped your legs around his torso.
you were breathless when you broke apart, staring at aaron with wide eyes. “i—”
“was that sufficient?” he asked before you could finish, brow furrowed in genuine concern. “did it live up to your expectations?”
“yes,” you replied, hardly breathing. “that was—that was—um, yes, it was sufficient.”
aaron nodded. “good. i quite enjoyed it as well.”
a grin broke out on your face. “good.”
“do you want to do it again?” he asked.
you shook your head. “nah. i have something else in mind.” you tugged at his shirt and he picked up on the hint, eyes wide.
“okay.” now he was breathless. he repositioned you in his arms so he was carrying you bridal-style and ran inside, rain flying off his suit and splashing up the from the ground.
Could you please do Aaron Warner x reader dating post? cause I live for that man.
Aaron warner x gn!reader
warnings: ooc!Aaron (?), I changed the timeline and a tiny bit of the plot from unravel me, my poor attempt at writing anything besides headcanon, cringe writing, mention of being drugged, being shot, curse words
word count: 1.6k +
notes to the reader: reader's gift is to make people believe and do everything they say. reader has been at omega point since their childhood and is best friends with kenji. reader wears a dress
other notes to the fic: Juliette and Aaron are just friends (well still kind of enemies, but Aaron's main focus from bringing her to the reestablishment was to help his mom, instead of rescuing her bc he was in love with her),
a/n: I am SO sorry that this took so long, I'm currently trying to work on my request before I open them again but I just don't have that much motivation to write rn😭, I hope you still like it:)), my first language isn't English so please respect that, I tried to write something different from what I normally do...
Masterlist
you two met when he was taken by omega point
after he was allowed outside of his room, and castle made sure that Aaron wouldn't destroy any more furniture, he kept seeing you on his daily walks with castle and began asking questions about you
"what's their name" Aaron looked focused, directing his question to the person joining him on his walk.
Castle waited a few seconds before answering Aaron's question: "y/n, their gift is to make people believe and do everything they say"
Aaron gave you another intense look before turning his attention to castle again and nodding, to signalize that he understood him.
after that he kept noticing you and eventually agreed to eat dinner with the others, just so he could sit at the same table as you and listen to your conversations with Kenji
you had been friends with Kenji for as long as you could remember, so you always sat at the same table, different friends of yours joining you both, be it Ian, Brendan, lily or the brand new members Adam, James or Juliette, with whom Kenji was especially close
but when the new omega point member, the infamous Aaron Warner joins you both you of course notice him
you also didn't miss the glances he kept sending you
so when castle, who also didn't miss the glances, asked you to train him you rushed to say yes because you just couldn't believe that a person could be so pure evil like Adam pointed him out to be
yes, he let someone tortured your best friend (which you still were pretty pissed about) but you believed that there could be something nice in him and assumed that he was under much stress due to his father, who you haven't heard a single nice thing about
his first training session was on an Tuesday afternoon, to which he arrived exactly on time and in perfect clothing, as if he somehow found a way to iron it
you started with some simple tasks to try to find out what exactly his power is and why he is immune to Juliettes touch
around three sessions later you come to then training session in your prettiest dress that you normally safe for special occasions
aaron, he demanded that you call him by his first name, immediately had one of his rare smiles spread out on his face when he saw you in that dress
he kept asking you to do a twirl so he could see the whole dress but you refused at first
it wasn't until he came closer to you, held your hands carefully in his and asked like a little puppy "please to a twirl for me, my beloved" that you made one with a shocked face
when he saw your expression he rushed to stop you and asked panicked if everything was alright
you told him that he just practiced your gift and couldn't do anything but do a twirl
after that both of you quickly figured out that his gift was to practice other peoples powers and copy them
the night after you are me in his room, trying to work on his powers
you do that until you notice him staring at you
"what's wrong Aaron?" you ask, looking concernt at the boy. you notice that he isn't smiling or grinning a bit like he normally does when you say his name.
"my beloved, I- I'll have to leave in the morning. My father can't suspect that I'm here or where exactly omega point is, he'll know soon if i stay longer. I can't put you at this risk."
You were shocked to say the least. "Aaron you can't- how would you even do that? Do you even know the way out?"
"I wasn't really unconscious when I was brought here, you know? And I found a way to navigate myself around here in the last two months." He looks at your shocked face before adding: "But don't worry, I won't tell my dad or someone else about anything here. I'll hope that you'll miss me the same amount that I will miss you. I hope we will see each other soon again"
He doesn't let you protest any further, gives your hand a gentleman-like kiss and leaves
you had absolutely no idea where he went to, it was his room that you spent your time just mere minutes ago in, after all
still in shock you don't even think about following him, the only thought in your head being that he would be gone tomorrow and will probably spent his time with his pathetic excuse of an father
You don't even think about telling castle or someone else at omega point about Aaron leaving, and at the morning of the very next day you find out that he succeeded
days pass until each member from the rescuing mission of Brendan and Winston, who where both kidnapped my Aaron's psycho dad, Anderson, were ready and prepared to start the mission
the mission seemed to go well until you saw the bombs falling from the sky directly on the place where omega point was located
you were in shock and didn't notice the arms grabbing you and dragging you into a tank
you'd been handcuffed and your eyes were covered with a cloth
there was a voice saying something but you didn't catch was it was saying
someone forced a liquid down your throat and you soon passed out after that
the first thing that you noticed was the warm light
you sat in a kitchen chair but soon noticed that a person, who you assumed to be Anderson, Aaron's dad, because of the obvious resembles, joined you
shit
you didn't catch everything he was saying because you were still feeling dizzy from the drug you were forced to consume, something about revenge, the stupidness of his son (who apparently had joined you two), leading and shooting someone
you soon found out that with someone they meant you, when you were shot in the chest
right into your heart
being shot and drugged at the same day wasn't a nice feeling
you were bleeding and if it didn't stop soon you'd be dead in a few minutes
and if that would happen you couldn't exactly tell because you passed out
for the second time today
it was a shock, to say nicely, when you woke up next to Aaron
he immediately asked you if you were okay but you just stared at him
"I- What the fuck happened?" "my father he- he wanted to 'teach me a lesson'. I'm sorry, my beloved. If I never would've asked him to spare your life he wouldn't have tried to kill you or make me try to kill you." he rambled, trying to explain the earlier actions. But one question was still lingering in your head: "why exactly would you have asked him to spare my life?"
He could've carered so much more about someone else's life than yours. Juliettes or maybe James. Besides his constant dining you were sure that he cared at least a bit for them.
"Because I care for you, my beloved."
You don't know what to say after this confession and just look at him and take his hand into yours.
that's how you met<33 sorry, I got carried away
anyway
that man SPOILS you
you see a pretty flower at the market? It's yours. There is a new collectors edition of your favorite book, but it's out of your price range right now? It's on your desk the next day. The limited edition vinyl that just restocked? already ordered, you get the deal
despite everything he says he actually loves dogs and you'll get one when everything with the reestablishment is over
he'll always pick out fancy colars for the dog and style it<3
he definitely has a fashion blog and posts his daily outfits on there
he'll also pick out your outfit everyday and he always tries for you two to match
every time you go shopping with Juliette and/or Kenji he insists on tagging along so you don't chose some ridiculous clothing items that would wash you out or something
he's obsessed with coffee after delalieu introduced him to it
and when you already like coffee you two have this ritual that every Sunday you guys drink a cup coffee on your balcony and just enjoy the early morning
but if you don't like coffee he always tries to get you into it and 'accidentally' places an extra cup on the breakfast table
"i promise my beloved, it's really good you just have to try it for once"
his love languages are words of affirmations and physical touch
he can't go longer than five minutes without touching you
he always has his hand rested on your lower back or holds your hand because your touch comforts and relaxes him<33
also loves to hold your pinkies
he may not look like it but he LOVES cuddling
you can't sleep anymore without you normally grumpy boyfriend squeezing you like his life depended on it
he also loves to rest his head on your belly before sleeping, while you both read something
he's so mesmerized by your presence
he tells you at least ten times a day how gorgeous, smart or lovely you are
you could literally just walk to the kitchen to get a snack and he'd drop everything to tell you how much he loves you
at the beginning of your relationship he was way more open than you expected with his feelings and already told you one month in the relationship that he loved you
I don't know why but I think he'd write you poems frequently
hey diva, since you're finally accepting requests can you PLEASE write anything for Aaron warner 🙏 (preferably hurt/comfort) i've been missing my wife a lot lately and there are literally no fics of him lately
aaron warner x fem!reader
You wake to the warmth of him pressed against your side, one arm thrown lazily over your waist, his fingers brushing against yours in that soft, unconscious way that makes your heart squeeze. The morning sunlight falls across the room, catching the sharp line of his jaw and the messy strands of hair that stick up no matter how much he tried to tame them last night.
He hums softly in his sleep, a low, throaty sound that makes you giggle quietly, pressing your face closer to his chest. His hand twitches and finds your hip, pulling you a little closer without even waking. You trace the line of his shoulder with your fingers, memorizing him like you always do in these quiet mornings.
“morning,” you murmur against his skin.
He stirs, eyes fluttering open, and immediately a lazy smile spreads across his face. “morning,” he murmurs back, voice still thick with sleep. He yawns, stretches, and then, as if he just remembered, his eyes widen a little. “oh. meeting today,” he says, voice turning a little rougher with that almost-adult serious tone that always makes your chest ache.
You pout playfully. “yeah, big scary meeting with your dad. You’re leaving me alone?”
He shakes his head, grinning, tugging your hair softly as if to keep you from being sad. “I’m not leaving you alone,” he says, teasing, fingers sliding along your arm. “I’ll come back. I promise. And when I do…” He leans down, brushing his lips over your temple. “You and me, breakfast in bed. And maybe a movie. Or two.”
You giggle, curling against him. “promises?”
He presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “Promise. Pinky swear.”
You smile against him, feeling the warmth of the morning, the quiet happiness, the easy intimacy you share before the world intrudes. “don’t be late,” you whisper.
“I won’t,” he murmurs. He sits up slowly, careful not to disturb you too much, stretching again and reaching for the clothes he set out last night. “I’ll be back before you even realise I’m gone.”
You reach up, tugging him down for one more quick kiss. “you better be,” you murmur.
He grins, resting his forehead against yours for a brief, stolen second. “I will. you’ll see.”
And then he stands, slipping into his jacket, one hand lingering on your hip before he finally turns to leave.
When he returns from the meeting, something is already different. It’s subtle at first, he moves around the apartment like a shadow, mechanical and detached. His laughter is rare, and when he speaks to you, his voice is flat, clipped, almost guarded. He avoids sitting beside you on the couch, doesn’t reach for you in bed, and when you try to nudge his shoulder playfully or brush his hand, he flinches. Just slightly, just enough to sting.
You convince yourself it’s stress. Big meeting, his dad’s expectations, too much on his mind. You try to ignore it. You busy yourself with small tasks, keep your own routines, but every evening when you pass him in the hall and he avoids your eyes, every night when he curls at the edge of the bed, all of it chips away at your heart.
As the days pass, the coldness grows. The apartment is quieter. He eats breakfast alone. He doesn’t comment on your little jokes. He avoids small touches, small kisses, small moments that used to feel effortless. Every flinch, every pull away, every avoided glance feels like a small blade. You try to pretend it’s nothing, that it’s temporary, that he just needs time to think. But your chest twists anyway, and you feel the slow burn of being shut out by the one person who used to be your world.
You try to ignore it. You tell yourself he’s tired, that he’s stressed, that it’s temporary. But each day, the cold distance becomes harder to ignore. By the time the week is nearly over, the warmth you woke up to that morning feels like a memory from another life. You hesitate before speaking, afraid your voice will push him further away. You bite back your laughter, your teasing, your small attempts at intimacy.
And then you can’t anymore.
He’s moving around the apartment again, avoiding you, standing stiff and distant as if he’s made a wall you can’t reach. You catch him passing in the hall and reach for his arm, just a small touch.
He jerks away, eyes narrowing. “stop,” he says sharply. “stop acting like everything’s wrong.”
Your chest twists painfully. “Aaron… I know you’ve been avoiding me. I know you’ve been distant.”
He freezes, jaw tight, eyes finally meeting yours but cold, sharp. “maybe it’s because you’re making it about yourself again. Not everything revolves around you,” he says, tone clipped, carefully controlled.
The words cut deeper than anything he could yell. You blink, fight the tears, voice tight: “okay.”
You retreat to the bathroom, lock the door, and let the tears fall quietly. Every silent sob, every small trembling breath, feels like a betrayal of the warmth you shared that morning. You press your face to your hands, wishing he would come after you, even though part of you knows he won’t.
Outside that door, he leans against the wall, jaw tight, fists clenched. He can hear you. He hates himself. Every second you cry, every tear you shed, it’s because of him. He thought he was protecting you, keeping you safe, but all he’s done is hurt the one person he promised he’d never hurt.
A week passes like this. You move through the apartment quietly, polite, careful not to press him further. He flinches at your touch, dodges your kisses, pulls back in bed. Every time you try to connect, he slips away like water through your fingers.
And then he can’t take it anymore.
He finds you on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the city lights. “can we talk?” he asks, voice low, hesitant.
You shrug without looking at him. “If it’s to tell me I’m wrong, I don’t need it.”
“I’m not here to do that,” he says. “I just… I can’t stand seeing you like this. I can’t keep letting you hurt because of me.”
You finally turn, red-rimmed eyes meeting his. “you already have. you were mean aaron,” you whisper, voice wobbling
He swallows, voice trembling. “I know. I’m sorry. I never… I never wanted to do this to you.”
You take a shaky step closer. “then stop,” you whisper. “don’t you dare decide for me what’s safe.”
He closes the distance slowly, carefully, hands trembling as they reach for you. “I won’t. I promise I won’t ever do this again,” he murmurs, voice cracking. “I’ll spend forever making up for it if you let me.”
You don’t speak, just let him hold you. He presses his forehead to yours, and you can feel the tension slowly unraveling, the tightness in his chest. He murmurs your name over and over, apologizing quietly, gently, and you press your cheek to his chest, letting yourself cry into him, letting the hurt and fear and longing and love pour out.
He carries you inside, tucking a blanket around both of you on the couch, bringing you water, fussing over you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again. Every small gesture is careful, deliberate, full of apology.
Hours pass in murmurs, soft whispers, your hands brushing his arms, his fingers lightly holding yours. You talk quietly about the past week, about how much it hurt, about the fear and confusion. And then, finally, exhausted and still trembling, you fall asleep against him. He holds you close, forehead pressed to yours, murmuring your name and apologies until sleep finally claims him too.
For the first time in a week, it feels like it’s just the two of you again. Safe, quiet, and together.
