Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Changes of Us

“You don't understand!”I repeated, frantically running my hands through my hair as I paced back and forth in front of him despite the small closet we put ourselves in just to argue.

“I don't understand?! How the hell would I not understand?! I-”
“I’m already pretty aware of everything, Aris! That's how I know you don't understand! I’m defending you from something like every other day now-”
“I didn't ask you to do that!”

“I do it because I love you, you idiot! You don't ask! I just do it because I care about you, but at some point it's just insane! It's a lot! You are a lot sometimes! Don't you understand?! You have all these things and all these problems you don't tell me about so I’m trying to support you while basically blind! That's a lot to deal with, and just once I wish you would say thank you instead of thinking I don't love you or I’m ashamed of you the second it becomes a lot!”I ranted.

“Because either you want me or you don't! It's that simple-”
“It isn't fucking simple! Nothing about you is simple! Don't you see?! Nothing about you has ever been easy! Not one thing!”I yelled, clenching my firsts in my pockets as I was on the verge of shaking him.

“If it's that difficult then maybe we shouldn't even be together,”He huffed, throwing his hands in the air with a half hearted shrug.

“That is not what I’m saying. I’m asking for a little bit of damn grace over here. I’m drowning in all these stupid problems and still trying to help with yours while being kept in the dark. I still try anyway, and you say stupid, stupid things about me not wanting you the second it starts to weigh on me a little bit. Your issues and your problems are so heavy, Aris. They're suffocating so I’m trying to carry some while carrying my own, and you don't even ask if they're too much. Just once in this relationship, I’m asking for a little bit of understanding that maybe the weight hurts my hands too. That maybe you aren't the only one in this relationship who's struggling. That is all I ask of you, and you need to tell me right damn now if it's too much. You need to be completely honest if you're going to have doubts every time I need to process something. Because if you do, then this relationship is too heavy for me to keep carrying,”I rambled, leaning back against the wall as I desperately wiped my falling tears. Taking a deep yet shaky breath, I tried to get my breathing under control before looking at him, still wiping some of my tears as I did.

He stared at me, almost seeming to malfunction. Keeping my eyes on his, I silently asked if he had anything to say. Anything at all.

“I’m sorry. Everything’s changing now. It just feels messy, and I don't want how you see me to change with it. I want you to love me so much I can't even think about what life would be like if you didn't. I love you, and I want us to work. I’ve just been so caught up in everything lately. It's like one thing after another, and I forgot to make sure that was happening.”

“The way I see you will change with time, but that doesn't have to be a bad thing if you don't make it out to be a bad thing. People grow, and people grow alongside each other. We could do that too, but I need you to stop having all these accusations every time there's a shift in our relationship. I know it doesn't seem like it to you, and I know you think you're just being worried, but it really hurts to hear that you doubt how much I love you when I try to go out of my way to show it. Just give me a minute sometimes. Please? That's all I’m asking for,”I pleaded, wiping my eyes on my sleeves before meeting his gaze. He slowly nodded before walking closer to me, cupping my face in his hands as he looked at me, running his thumbs over my cheeks.

“Okay,”He breathed out, kissing my temple. “Just promise one more time that you're okay that the hands that hold you have blood on them?”He whispered.

“As long as they hold me all the same,”I promised, pressing mine over his.

“Are you okay? Honestly and truly okay?”

“I’m trying to be. Life's kind of hard right now, but I’m trying to figure it out,”I admitted.

“You're doing great. You know that, right? I’m proud of you. Of everything you’ve done in life,”He whispered, his eyes softening more and more every second he looked at me.

“I’m proud of you too. For standing up for what you wanted. You were always so brave,”I promised.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you and for what I said. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“I know that, and it's okay. We’ll work on it, okay?”

“Okay,”He accepted, wrapping his arms around me. Sighing, I firmly hugged him back, nuzzling my face into the crook of my neck as I held on to him. “I’m not going anywhere,”He promised, seeming to read my mind.

“I know. I’m just making sure.”