Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Destined To Be

I wish I could curl up into a ball and give up on life. I wish I could just close my eyes and never have to wake up again. I wish everything in the world could just disappear.

It seems ridiculous to be near suicidal for a boy, but this isn't just any boy. This is Aris. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had. We were basically glued together in the Spring. We looked out for each other, sitting away from everyone on Blondie nights, sleeping in the same hammock when it was just too cold, holding on to each other as we attempted to skate in plain tennis shoes in our free time. We were everything.

And then in WCKD, we somehow got closer. Every lunch was spent together, either in comfortable silence holding hands or whispering amongst ourselves. We basically ignored everybody else. Notes were exchanged and held on to to give each other some part of us during the day. When we weren't in the vents at night, we were in the same bed, clinging to each other.

The Scorch was something else entirely. Obviously, we looked out for the group in general, but the other was always the first we looked or reached for in any danger. A single canteen was shared with both of us trying to avoid the last drop. We huddled together at night to try and keep warm. I essentially forced him behind me when Barkley tried to shoot any of us. I found myself needing to hug him every time we were slightly alone, clinging to him for comfort. An action he always returned.

I think it was obvious I would eventually fall in love. We were practically made to be together. At least, I think so. Even if he doesn't feel the same, I need him back. I need him back to go on.

I need him. I really, really need him.

Sitting by the shore, I kept my knees to my chest as I stared out at the water. By now, I was probably out of tears. While I still cried myself to sleep at least once a night, they seemed to have turned to dry, quiet sobs.

I miss him. I miss him more than humanly possible.

♡ Time Skip⁠♡

It was a lot. It was a long, stressful, exhausting fight to get everyone out of WCKD.

Yet somehow, it was even more exhausting for me to have to wait to see him. Since I had to stay back to help stall a little longer, I was the last back at the Safe Haven. I was the last to see if we got who we needed.

My legs were shaky as I just stood there, looking at the matching jackets the rescued ones wore. As I still didn't see him, my heart beat faster and faster. Pulling on my sleeves, I tried not to imagine what it'd be like to have to go any longer without him.

“Y/N, hey Y/N.”

I turned at the excited voice, spotting Sonya with a huge grin on her face. Harriet was right beside her, a happy glint in her eye.

“What’s-”
“Come on,”She cut me off, grabbing my arm, tugging me forward. I figured the only thing I really could do was let her, frantically trying to keep up with her fast pace. Something Harriet somehow still easily managed.

She pulled me to one of the familiar, a canopy that had been forced to suffice for a room. Before I could blink, she pulled me inside, making me stumble for a moment.

As I regained my balance, I found myself looking at the one person that had been haunting me. Someone that despite me constantly wishing for, I had to just stare at and process was back to me.

He was sort of different. His hair had grown out, pushed nearly out of his face. As he stood up, his eyes widened, I realized he had gotten just a little taller too. Obviously, it would go away, but his lip was still split, recently cut by something or someone who I instantly hated for ever hurting him.

He was the same Aris I always knew though. Same light freckles scattering his face, same small gap between his front teeth, same soft ocean blue eyes.

“Aris,”I breathed out, throwing my arms around him, burying my face in his chest as I gripped the back of his jacket like he would disappear if I let go. Hugging back just as tightly, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders as he kept me close.

I could faintly hear the others footsteps leaving but couldn't truly focus on it. Not when my world has just fallen back in place.

“I missed you. I missed you all the time,”I whispered.

“I missed you too. I thought about you whenever I could.”

I was supposed to be long out of tears.

And still I found them dripping down my face at the warmth cascading through every part of me.

“You don't have to cry. I’m here now. I promise,”He soothed, pulling away but holding my face, wiping away my tears with his thumbs.

“I missed you,”I whispered again, holding my hand over his. Turning my head, I kissed his palm, savoring the feeling of his gentle touch.

“We’re not leaving each other again. You don't have to worry,”He said gently.

“You're my everything. You’ve been my everything since the day I met you. You’ve been my everything since before I fell in love with,”I finally confessed. I didn't think I ever would. Not when I first realized.

How could I possibly have him back and waste time not finding it if he feels the same though?

“I’m in love with you too,”He smiled.

“Really?”

“Really.”

His hands still held my face as he leaned down. Closing my eyes, I stood on the tip of my toes as I brushed my lips against his, softly kissing him. He kissed back in a way that was just as gentle as him, a contrast to the harsh cut on his lip. His lips that still fit so well against mine, practically made for us to do this. I swear despite every bad thing in the world, every bad emotion and experience we had just gone through, this was and would always be the happiest moment of our entire lives. And if by chance there ever is a better one, it will only be because we're together.

“Yes! What’d I tell you?!”

We pulled away at her ecstatic yell, our faces flushing as we looked at Sonya standing right beside Harriet.

“You two were supposed to leave,”I complained, kind of irritated our first kiss was so rudely interrupted.

“We had to see what would happen,”Harriet shrugged.

“I mean you really didn't,”He promised.

“We did. We had to see if you would kiss now or tonight,”Sonya insisted.

“Why in the world would you have to see that?”

“Harriet owes me her desert. I won the bet. I won, I won, I won,”She celebrated, finally waking away. Harriet rolled her eyes, disappointed at the loss, as she followed her anyway.

“So you wanna try that again?”I suggested as I turned back to face him.

“Yeah. I think that’s a good idea.”