Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

My Type

Maybe it's a little odd to think Aris is the most attractive boy that I’ve ever seen after living in a Maze full of them, but my god, I just found my type. I really, really just found my type.

Quiet, introverted, smart, scrawny boys. I mean he perfectly made his way through the vents. Quick and efficient. Observant. Plus, the fact that he lived with all girls kind of gave him bonus points.

In hindsight though, it was a bad idea to write all of this in my notebook.

It was an even worse idea to let Minho borrow it for some paper.

“You give that back! Minho!”I demanded, chasing him in circles.

“Not until I read a page!”

“Minho! I am going to murder you!”I threatened, trying to run faster. Unfortunately, that has literally been his job.

So I had one last resort.

“Newt! Minho had my journal!”I complained, knowing that I couldn't keep up with him. Sprinting to Newt while completely out of breath, I pointed to Minho proudly standing on a rock.

“What do you want me to do about it?”He shrugged.

“You are a second-in-command. Do something,”I begged.

“Page 36-”
“No!”I screamed, realizing where he was.

“My type-”
“Don't do it!”I repeated, trying to scramble after him.

“Shy-”
“No!”
“Quick witted, introverted, quiet, observant, sweet, level headed, brunette, blue eyed, pale, scrawny. Bonus points for-”
“No, no, no!”I rushed out, running faster as he hopped back over a rock.
“For being in a Maze full of girls,”He finished, gawking at me as he dropped it. Feeling my face flush, I glared at him as I picked it up and shoved it in my jacket pocket, holding back tears.

It definitely didn't help that everyone was so close by that they had been watching this go down because they didn't think there was anything serious in there.

“Let's just go,”I mumbled, keeping my harsh glare at Minho.

“Y/N-”
“We don't have a lot of time. So chop chop. Let's get to it already,”I repeated, not waiting for an answer as I stormed ahead of everyone. Holding the journal to my chest, it suddenly felt like a weight in my pocket instead of some paper and words.

It was, I guess.

It held the weight of my type.

It held the weight of him.

♡ Time Skip♡

I wouldn't speak to anyone, especially Minho. If I was asked a question I gave a one worded response, making the conversation dryer than the air out here. That meant they had to leave me alone.

I definitely was now. Sitting on a rock, staring at the sky, and silently crying as the moment replayed in my head.

Everything about that made me want to throw up. I was embarrassed. I was ashamed. I was humiliated.

Most of all, I was stupid. So very, very stupid.

Wiping tears from my face, I realized it was no use as they poured harder.

I know that there are way more important things to worry about than romance. Still, I was a teenage girl with my very first crush so yeah. It feels like a big deal to me. Especially, now that he knows.

“Y/N-”
“Go away,”I mumbled, not bothering to see who it was as I wiped my eyes again. Sitting there, I put my knees to my chest as I ran out of tears.

Assuming they left, I just stayed still as I wondered what use this would do.

None. Absolutely none.

It's nice to pretend though.

I couldn't pretend not to notice the chills on my arms since this place was freezing at night though. No matter how badly I want to.

Rubbing my hands together, I blew on them in a feeble attempt for some warmth.

Suddenly, I felt someone drape fabric over my shoulders. Looking up, I saw Aris just standing there, his eyes telling me something that I didn't quite understand.

“Aris, I can't-”
“Yes. You can,”He interrupted, his voice as gentle and soothing as ever.

Not knowing what else to do, I moved over so that he could sit beside me if he wanted to. Accepting the silent offer, he just stayed there as I pulled his jacket closer to me, secretly savoring the way it was his.

“Everyone thought that I was lucky for being in a Maze full of girls,”He started, making me look at him. “Maybe I was. I like a lot of them. They were nice, nicer than a lot of other boys have been. Sweet but strong, agile yet caring, firm yet fair,”He listed, taking a breath before continuing. “I like that. I like girls more than I’ve liked guys. I didn't care if I never met another one. I like girls more. I think they can be kinder. Not all of them, but more than anyone expects,”He whispered, closing his eyes and staying silent for a long, long time. While I wasn't sure if he would talk I waited, just in case, even for a single word.

“I know why they thought I was lucky, and I was. They taught me a lot, but that wasn't why everyone said that. They thought I was some kind of playboy who had girls love him on sight,”He kept going, opening his eyes before looking at me.

“I’m not. I’ve never even thought about a girl as anything but a friend. In the Maze, I didn't fall in love. I loved them because they're my friends, but I would never want to date them. Not out of fear. It would just be a waste of time,”He admitted, taking another breath. “In the Maze, I just didn't that I could fall in love,”He admitted, going back into silence as we sat there.

“And now that you're out?”I dared to ask.

“And now that I’m out I’ve met you,”He whispered, moving just a little closer. Doing the same, I wrapped his jacket a little tighter around me.

For a long, long time we just stayed still, looking at the stars. While I thought it would stay that way I unexpectedly felt his hand on top of mine. Looking down, I just looked at the way he stayed there before looking up to see the tips of his ears being a faint pink.

Leaning over, I pressed a kiss to his cheek, still not moving his hand away while I did. Sitting in silence, we just looked at the stars, his jacket around me, his hand on top of mine.

To be honest, it kind of felt like a date. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't.

I won't ask though. There was no reason to. It didn't matter.

All that did was that he was here.

He was here . . . with me.