Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Flustered

Aris's P.O.V

Despite the way I should be the last person to do so, I get flustered very easily when it comes to very specific people. Especially, when those specific people are always looking at me and trying to talk to me. And especially, when those specific people is actually just one girl named Y/N who was the exact opposite of me and still made me feel like I belonged.

At least, when I didn't look like such an idiot in front of her.

Feeling her gaze on me, I finally found the courage to look back as I kept walking. Taking a breath, just as I debated doing what I had been waiting for and speaking to her, I stumbled over my own feet, landing on the ground. With a halfhearted groan, I wondered why I hadn't given up on life as I stared at the ground. Praying my face wasn't too red, I went to stand only to see someone in front of me. Without a word they pulled me up. Looking forward, I saw it was Y/N wearing a soft smile, making my face grow warm.

"Are you alright?"She checked.

"Yeah. Yeah. I feel great. I mean I don't, because I fell, but I'm alright,"I said quickly, tripping over my words too.

"Are you sure?"She repeated.

"Yeah. I'm fi-"
Before I could react she had her hand on my cheek, making me freeze. With a frown, she wiped some blood that I didn't realize was there. That's just amazing. I absolutely love looking stupid in front of her.

"Here. I'll help,"She offered.

"You don't have to,"I quietly told her, mumbling without meaning to.

"It's alright. I was a Medic back at my Maze so I promise that I know what I'm doing."

I wasn't worried about that. I was worried about how flustered she made me. Also, sort of unrelated, but it makes sense for her to have been a Medic. She's so sweet to everyone.

That's sort of a problem though. She's naturally kind so there's not a sign she could give of liking me.

Realistically though, she wouldn't. When it comes to the romantic category she wouldn't even give me a second glance, and I don't blame her. I'm not much. All I really have going for me is the bat and the fact that I work well with adrenaline. There is literally nothing else to notice. Unless it's the way I constantly embarrass myself around her.

"I'll be quick,"She reassured me, breaking me out of my thoughts. Giving a nod, I sat beside her on the ground. Keeping my head down, I listened to her look through her bag. With my eyes finding their way to her, I looked at the way she kept her hair up with a bandana, suiting her well. I looked at her nose, at every curve it contained. I looked at her neck, one of the only places not covered with fabric, getting every mark burned into my head, dreaming about kissing such an intimate part of her. Not in that way. Just pressing my lips to her skin to wake her up or as a promise that my feelings were more than there. I looked at her waist through the shirt, wondering what it would be like to put my arm around it and hold her. I looked at her lips, wishing I could press mine against them for just a second, just to be able to say to nobody at all that I knew what it was like to do that.

Then, I looked at her eyes and realized that I had been staring. Fixating on the ground, I didn't even know how to apologize. I didn't know how to make this less weird, how to be less awkward around her.

"The sun's really getting to you,"She remarked, turning my cheek to see the injury. With her hands on my face, I wondered what it would be like to lean into her touch. I wonder if her hands would fit in mine. Biologically hers would probably be just a little smaller, but I really want to interlock our fingers.

"Hold still,"She instructed, wiping a cloth to it. At that moment my brain actually malfunctioned as my breath hitched in my throat. She was so close. Way too close. And what if she doesn't like what I look like? What if she thinks that my face is stupid too? What if I'm not imagining any of it and she really does think that I'm dumb? Because I really don't want her to.

I genuinely have no clue what to do. I've never felt this way about anyone before. Am I supposed to be this scared of not being liked back?

I mean I know that it wouldn't be shocking, but that would still sting.

"I'm just gonna put a bandage on it. With all the dirt and things like that out here, it's easy for a small cut to get infected,"She said, reminding me that she was still there. And touching me. She's still touching me.

Pressing her fingers against my face, she made sure that the bandage wasn't going anywhere soon. Now I look even dumber than before. This is such a-
Before I could finish my thought she pressed her lips to where the injury was before pulling away. Brushing my hair out of my face, she looked over the rest of me before seeming to decide that I was fine.

"You do need to do something for the sun though. You're pale,"She sighed.

"Is that bad?"I asked quickly.

"Not really. You burn rather easily, but you still look nice."

"I do?"I whispered.

"Of course. Just in general. You look sweet, Aris,"She complimented, giving me a small smile. "And you are sweet,"She added.

"I think you're really sweet too,"I admitted, looking at her eyes for the first time again since I realized my feelings. Actually looked at her. At every different hue, every light and dark shade, the shape of them.

She looked back too. She was looking back, and even though I still had butterflies I was a little more okay with them.