Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

My Darling

I have no idea what to do with emotions. There's no point in denying it. I also have heavy feelings for Aris and no idea how to talk to him, which is not a good mix.

I do have the ability to screw with people's heads. Screwing with people's head means getting their attention. Getting their attention means I'll be on their mind. I also want to be on Aris's mind at least half as much as he's on mine. He's just consumed my thoughts until there's nothing left but his name, until when I close my eyes the only thing that I'm able to see is his.

So yes. I've been messing with him in every way I was capable of. My personal favorite was the hot and cold act. One minute I'm giving him overly sweet eyes and nicknames, the next I'm thinking of anything that could get under his skin.

It works too. Really, really well.

"What are you doing, darling?"I asked, peeking over his shoulder to see him writing in something. Shutting the journal, he shoved it under his arms before walking off. "What's wrong, my lovely? What don't you want me seeing?"I teased, following him.

"Can you leave me alone?"He mumbled.

"I could, but spending time with you just means the world,"I shrugged.

"Can you just-"
"Just what, my dear?"

"Just leave me alone. I'm just trying to have a peaceful rest of my night, alone,"He said firmly.

"And I'm trying to bother you so you can't have that. Tell me, is is working?"

"Can you just-"He started, throwing his arms up in the air and letting the journal fall to the ground. Before he could react I picked it up and held it behind my back, out of his reach.

"Looking for something?"

"Give it back,"He demanded, trying to reach behind me only for me to switch hands as he put his over my shoulders.

"Give me a kiss, and I'll consider it,"I offered. Scoffing at me, he just gave me a glare before pulling my arms off of him and grabbing the book. Still, he stood there, as if he was debating something. So I may as break the silence.

"You hate me, don't you darling?"

"I don't like the word hate,"He sighed.

"But you want to say it, don't you?"

"I'd rather just not speak to you."

"Well, that's no fun."

"Neither is whatever game you're constantly playing. You've already seen the way I haven't reacted, and you keep going. It's like you want me to do something. It's like you want me to say all the reasons you piss me off. What is wrong with you?"He snapped.

"A lot, but I'm sure you could give me a list,"I shrugged.

"Oh, you want a list?"

"That's what I just said, isn't it?"

"Fine. Here's the list of everything I can't stand anything about you. When people don't react you keep going. You push me to the limit. You never explain why you do all that you do. Even worse than that, you're just always there somehow. It's like no matter where I go I see your face or hear your voice, and it drives me absolutely insane. You drive me absolutely insane. With your snide and stupidly flirty remarks and sarcasm and constant need to have the upper hand, you are so-so-"
"So what, darling?"I asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"See? That. That right there. You are just so up and down that I don't know if you want my head on a stick or to kiss me. Do you hate me or are you really bad at flirting? Because I don't even think I would send that many mixed signals, and I definitely haven't fallen for anyone. And I don't know if you despise me or want me, but no matter which it is, you're so shameless about it. It is impossible to know what you want. What do you want?!"He asked, close to yelling.

"I thought it was obvious."

"I'm done with this conversation,"He mumbled, going to leave. Before he could go I pulled him back by his shirt.

"Was the darling not a giveaway of what I've been craving?"I asked, turning him around to face me.

"What?"

"I thought it was obvious. Maybe a little unconventional but still clear."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you know what I've been looking at, Aris? What pretty thing's caught my attention like a diamond in the sunlight?"

"I don't,"He denied, his voice growing softer.

"You. I've been looking at you, thinking about you, wanting you. I've been looking at you, my darling."

"Your darling?"

"Yes. My darling."

"I'm not yours,"He reasoned.

"No. You're not,"I accepted. "But I want you to be. I want you to actually like it when I call you darling. I want you to say it back."

"Are you messing with me again?"

"Would I be just inches from your lips if I was messing with you?"I pointed out.

"Why are you so close? Why are you inches from my lips?"

"Why aren't you pulling away?"

"I don't want to,"He admitted.

"Then don't. Then just kiss me."

"I want to see if you'll kiss me first."

"Do I seem like the kind to do that?"

"No. That's why I want you to. To prove this isn't another mind game,"He explained.

Taking a breath, I tried not to show that this actually twisted my stomach into knots as I hesitantly leaned closer and closed my eyes as I just barely brushed my lips against his. To my surprise, he didn't hesitate to kiss me back, almost as though I was someone he always wanted to see and not a girl who always gets on his nerves. As though I was nothing but sweet to him and not someone who messed with his head. As though I was his lover and not someone he dreaded seeing. As though I was his darling and not me.

"You're really not messing with me, are you?"He asked as he pulled away.

"For once, no. I'm not,"I promised.

"If that's true, would you let me be your darling? For real this time?"

"I'll let you be my anything. Anything you want. Anything at all."

"What about yours?"

Wearing a genuine smile, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"Yeah. You can definitely be that."