#reader x aaron warner

[loverangels]

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.