#tahereh mafi

[old-school-romantics]

Tahereh Mafi

[bookishpedia]

*Kenji and Juliette sneaking inside the house at 4am*

Nazeera: *sitting on the sofa* Where were you?

Kenji: We were helping Aaron.

Aaron: *turns on the light* Try again.

[briggycat]

Reading the book is not enough. I need to eat it.

[shattermelyhfmlblog]

[quotefeeling]

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

[ant-thebooknerd]

Do you guys want to hear a really funny Shatter Me joke?

Adam Kent.

[ravenclawh0re18]

Juliette: *yawns* Warner: Being that pretty must be so tiring, love. Juliette: Then you must be exhuasted. Kenji: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

[kweerkitten]

sometimes, you have to be not-like-other-girls; sometimes when a guy tells you he's in love with you, you have to shoot him in the arm

[starlightbooklove]

Aaron motherfucking Warner

Aaron ''lift your hips for me love'' Warner

Aaron "I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with" Warner.

Aaron "always felt in love with her, every time'' Warner.

Aaron "ignite My love. Ignite" Warner.

Aaron "My heart is yours please don't ever give it back to me" Warner

Aaron "to the world she is formidable. To me? She is the world" Warner.

Aaron "they were My birthday prrsents" Warner.

That men? Yeah, i'm so so normal about him

[quotemadness]

Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.

Tahereh Mafi

[soulaires]

idk if you accept this kind of request but can you do texts with kenji? Thank u! U are amazing btw

TEXTING KENJI KISHIMOTO.

pairings: kenji kishimoto x gn!reader

summary: texts with your boyfriend, kenji.

warnings: uhhh swear words?

note: YES. ABSOLUTELY YES. please send more texting requests because I absolutely love doing this things.

[bookishpedia]

Aaron: *taps the table*

Nazeera: *taps back*

Kenji: What are they doing?

Juliette: Morse code.

Aaron: *aggressively taps the table*

Nazeera: slams her fist* YOU TAKE THAT

BACK-

[thoughtkick]

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

[urgirlielexa]

This is so damn relatable smh

[shattermelyhfmlblog]

Remember when warnette

"Are you attracted to him? "

"I'm attracted to you"

"I'm serious"

"So am I"

And then AARON WARNER, THE CHIEF COMMANDER OF SECTOR-45 BLUSHED!?!?!?!?

[we-were-born-to-be-free]

Omg omg! Aaron Warner x insecure reader?? Like maybe she’s beating herself up because of the way she looks. And thinks she doesn’t deserve Aaron?

Our Love - A.W

A/N: Thank you so much anon for this request. This one hit a bit too close to home, and I had a good cry making this. I loved this idea so much! I hope I did this justice. I also have this headcannon that Aaron would call Ella love in French, which is Amour, so I had to include this.

You had been in the shower for about an hour, but you didn't know that. Aaron did. He was pacing around your shared bedroom, panicking slightly. Your showers usually lasted 15 minutes, 30 at the most.

What scared him the most was what you were feeling. There was a horrible feeling of self-loathing and self-hatred that he so often felt. But why were you feeling like that?

There was a nagging voice in the back of his head, telling him to open the door to check if you were okay. But the other side of him was telling him to leave you alone, telling him that you were fine.

The small voice in his head got the better of him and before he even thought about it, he was knocking on the bathroom door. "Love? Can I come in please darling?"

He felt your emotions change from being sad and miserable to being scared. His heart broke when he walked into the bathroom and saw you sitting in the shower, still fully clothed, with your face in your hands.

"Amour, what's wrong," he asked quietly. When you didn't answer him, he starts undressing, even though he's already had a shower the same morning. But he didn't mind, because for you, he would do anything.

He gets into the shower and sits next to you, his body getting wet as he does so. "Darling? What's going on hmm? Why are you still dressed," he questions.

You look up at him with watery, red eyes. His heart ached for you, and your hurt that he felt almost killed him. He takes your hands in his, brushing them slowly with his thumb.

"Baby, why are you crying," he asked. You didn't answer again, but instead started shaking. "Love, hey," he cooed. "Its okay darling, c'mere let me give you a hug."

He pulled you into his warm embrace holding you close against him. He felt your body shaking as you sobbed into his shoulder. The pain you felt in this moment was unlike anything he had ever experienced through someone else.

He whispered reassurances into your ear, telling you that it's okay to cry and just be sad sometimes. Only then you answered him, saying that it wasn't okay to be crying all the time.

"Let's get you out of the shower Amour, then we can talk about what's bothering you." You nodded as you lifted your head off his shoulder. "I love you," he whispered as he kissed your forehead.

"I love you too," you whispered back.

He took your wet pyjamas off you and took your underwear off as well. "We're not going to do anything, okay? Just want to clean you up love."

You were okay with anything he wanted to do. You trusted him completely.

He washed your hair for you, making sure not to get any shampoo in your eyes. He lathered your body with your favourite body wash, kissing your cheek as he did so.

Once he was finished making you feel like a princess, correction his princess, he wiped your body with the fluffiest towel he could find and got your clothes out.

Well, not your clothes, his clothes rather. You basically own it now. He gave you your underthings, and a pair of grey sweatpants he used to own, and a baggy t shirt.

He put in a pair of his sweatpants and came to lay down with you. "Amour, what's going on? I could feel your emotions when you were in there, you know. Why were you feeling like that baby?"

"I- I'm so sorry, Aaron. I didn't mean to worry you, but I'm fine. I am completely okay," you say, not even trusting yourself to believe you.

"You were crying in there for an hour, darling. If it was nothing you wouldn't have been in there for so long. Come on my love, you know you can tell me anything," he reassures you.

You weren't sure your tears had started, but they caught your attention now. You quickly wiped them away before saying, "Okay, maybe something is wrong. But it's so stupid, a-and I just don't want to bother you be-because you're always so busy and I just don't want to be annoying."

When you had started crying and shaking, Aaron had grabbed onto both your hands again, moving closer to where you were seated. He kissed your forehead gently before beckoning for you to go on.

"I just- I feel like I'm not good enough for you. Like I can't give you what you want. I- I'm a shit leader, I'm way too soft, and I can't run the fucking Reestablishment by myself," you explain.

"Moreover, I'm so fucking ugly! I don't understand why you would want me, or why you even broke up with Lena! I mean she's perfect, she's pretty, she really cares about you, you know?"

Aaron feels your hurt and guilt as you try to explain this to him. But he also realises that you've been carrying this with you for a long time.

"My love," he cooed. "Lena does seem to care for me on the outside, but she has an ugly heart. But you, my darling, you are beautiful inside and out. There isn't anything about you that I don't love."

"Stop it, Aaron."

"Stop what, Amour?"

"Stop making me out to be someone I'm not," you say with a shuddering breath.

He freezes and for a second you think you went too far. "A-Aaron I didn-"

"I'm sorry. I am so so sorry love. I know that all this is new for you, and in a way it's new for me too. But yet I haven't been kinder to you about the situation.

"But why do you deem yourself unworthy of love, my darling? Why do you think that you are not beautiful, that you are not worthy of the pleasures you're given?"

"Because everyone is always talking about us, Aaron," you say as you look up into his eyes stunning green eyes. "All the supreme children are talking about us all the time, and I hate it, Aaron. I feel like they're talking smack about us, about why you would ever love someone like me.

"I don't mind it if they keep talking shit about me, but I cannot stand anybody talking shit about you."

He looked into your eyes as they became glassy with unshed tears.

"Darling, they don't talk about you, or me, like that. They admire our love. They envy our love, Amour. They wish they could find a love like ours. They know that I would burn this world for you, and as shown now, that you would beat up anyone talking smack about us," he reassures you. "I love you. I love you and you only. I never cared about anything in the world except my mother, but you gave me something to lose. Someone to care for. You are so, so fucking perfect, my darling."

He pulls you into his arms and kisses you lips softly as you wrap your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist. You pull away from him slightly, only now just realising what he said.

You chuckle as you say, "Did Aaron Warner just swear telling his girlfriend she's pretty?"

"There were so many things wrong with that sentence, baby." he says with a smirk. "First of all, you're my future wife, second of all, you are stunning. There's a huge difference darling."

You bury your face in his neck, which is now red from embarrassment. He stroked your hair calmly, holding you close to him and kissing your shoulder.

"I love you, okay? I will always love you, my beautiful, beautiful wife. You are mine, and I am yours and will forever be," he whispered into your ear.

If it was possible, your face became redder. Aaron felt your emotions shift again, but this time to love and a feeling of belonging.

"I love you too Aaron. I love you so much. Thank you," you say, wrapping yourself tighter onto him.