Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Morning Cuddles

I don't know why he’s so damn stubborn all the time. Looks are definitely deceiving because he appeared so passive and quiet when he first came up, but when you get to know him and he likes you he's a bunch of chaos in the form of a boy who never stops talking. He also observes absolutely everything. He's like a sponge for social information.

He is everything but what he first seemed.

That means he likes me though. I mean I would hope so considering we're together, but the point is I know a lot about him. And his stubbornness. And his rants. And his passions. And his clinginess.

“Aris-”
“Five more minutes,”He mumbled, his face cuddled in the crook of my neck and arms wrapped around me.

“You said that ten minutes ago.”

“Nu uh,”He denied.

“I haven't even gotten dressed yet.”

“Okay? You're pretty like this anyway,”He insisted, grabbing one of my hands to hold.

“We're gonna be late for work.”

“No we won't.”

“We're literally about to miss breakfast.”

“Nu uh.”

“We have to get up.”

“It’s cold not in the cot though,”He complained, curling his legs to his chest and himself closer to my side.

“We live in ice and snow. The sooner we get up the sooner we adjust to it.”

“No.”

“Aris-”
“I love you,”He said simply, his voice still quiet and almost slurred. He sounds like that every morning no matter how much sleep he got.

“I love you too-”
“So you’ll stay with me,”He sighed, his free hand patting my head before grabbing mine.

“It's time to go-”
“No,”He said simply.

“Aris-”
Before I could get another word out he softly yet repeatedly kissed my shoulder, his lips cold on my skin.

“We have to get up now.”

“No thanks.”

“Come on. We’re getting up,”I said firmly, pulling the blankets off and grabbing them before he could reach for them, balling them up under my arm.

“No,”He repeated, pulling his hood over his head.

“Come on. You’ve got things to plant today. Holes to dig and whatever you do,”I sighed, grabbing him by his shoulders and dragging him out of bed.

“No,”He complained, covering his face with his hands as I carefully dropped him on the floor.

“Yes. Go do your garden work,”I sighed, slipping out of my thinner jacket for the one that would keep me warm without a blanket.

“It's boring.”

“So are you. Get up.”

With a purposely audible huff, he stood up, his arms crossed. Rolling my eyes, I found my boots.

“I’ll see you later. I’ll save you a seat by me at lunch,”I promised, holding one of his cheeks while I kissed the other. Before he could take advantage of it and try to trap me in his arms, I quickly pulled away.

“I love you,”He called as I walked out the door.

“I love you too, you clingy idiot.”