shades of envy ✧ aryia
pairing: aryia x reader
request: 18,20,23 Arya likes the reader, he introducers her to the group and maybe she starts hanging out with them too much for his liking. Maybe Colby, Kevin & Corey( since theyre single) and it sets him off.
prompts: 18. “I don’t owe you an explanation.” / 20. “You’re just like all the others.” / 23. “Do you really think so little of me?”
summary: aryia gets jealous of you hanging out with his friends.
word count: 1,794
warnings?: Aryia’s a smidge possessive and jealous throughout the fic, accuses you of using him, swearing
note: if you want to request I write anything, you can do so: here. prompt list is: here.
Aryia never thought the pretty girl he met at a park would mean so much to him.
He had had a shit day and needed to escape the house. He needed to be away from his roommates, his friends, and just have a moment to himself. He took Ronnie with him, deciding that at moment, Ronnie was the friend that he needed with him. Fuck the rest of them. Was that dramatic? Probably. But Aryia was so frustrated with the world that he couldn’t think clearly.
Ronnie, however, didn’t match Aryia’s mood. The sweet angel of a dog was a bundle of energy, constantly running at least a yard ahead of Aryia. Aryia tried his damned hardest to keep a hold of the leash, but the pup had more energy than he was prepared to handle. Ronnie yanked himself free and took off running through the park.
“Fuck,” Aryia muttered, chasing after Ronnie.
Ronnie didn’t get too far, slowing and eventually coming to a stop at the feet of someone seated at a bench. When Aryia reached Ronnie, the person at the bench was leaned down, petting Ronnie’s head.
“Shit, I’m sorry, he got away from me,” Aryia quickly apologized, bending over to grab Ronnie’s leash.
The person looked up and Aryia’s heart stopped. Holy shit, she was stunning. She gave him a big toothy grin, her eyes sparkling.
“It’s no problem,” she said. God, even her voice was enchanting. “He’s been just a sweet little angel.”
Aryia chuckled. “Well, thank you for making sure he didn't go any further.”
“Again, it was no problem,” she said, still smiling that beautiful smile.
“Well, it was nice to meet you. Have a nice day,” Aryia said, fully standing up and turning to leave.
“You too,” she said, waving goodbye.
But as he tried to walk off, Ronnie remained firmly planted, whimpering and rubbing his head against the girl’s leg. “C’mon, Ronnie, let’s go,” Aryia said, pulling slightly on the leash to encourage him to move. But he remained where he was.
The girl laughed, rising from the bench. Ronnie’s eyes followed her every movement. She put the book she had been reading before Ronnie came over in her bag, throwing the strap over her shoulder. “Well,” she said, “if it’s no bother to you, I think Ronnie would like me to join you on your walk.”
Aryia glanced down at Ronnie, who was wagging his tail a mile a minute. The little matchmaker. Then he looked back to her, involuntarily smiling at her. “It’s no bother to me at all. I’m Aryia, by the way.”
The girl smiled brightly at him, heading to the path with Aryia. “I’m Y/N.”
They walked around the park for hours, laughing and talking to each other about things much deeper than small talk. As the sun began to set, you had given him your number, saying that he can contact you any time you wanted to hang out or just talk.
And so he did. Over the next two months, Aryia was constantly with you. You had gone to cafes, attended poetry readings, spent the day at the beach, and countless other adventures that the two of you had come to cherish. He learned a lot about you during that time. You were an artist on YouTube, creating works that he couldn’t even dream of imagining, much less putting on canvas (or whatever material you decided to paint on for that piece). You had a brilliant mind and the sweetest heart. Being around you was easy. He didn’t feel like he had to try to be something he wasn’t, he could fully wear his heart on his sleeve and you would embrace whether he was a ray of sunshine or a storm cloud. And he loved you for that.
But because he started to spend so much time with you, his other friends began to wonder who was occupying his time. They would question a blushing Aryia, who would only admit to making a new friend. He had no reason to hide you, of course—it’s just...you’re his friend. If he introduced you to the rest of the friend group and if they liked you—which they would be complete idiots if they hated you—you would have less time for him. He would lose the safe space he had found, and he wasn’t quite sure he was ready for that quite yet.
But he wanted the others off his back. And he really did hate keeping secrets from them. So, reluctantly, he invited you to meet them at Sam’s apartment for a little get-together he was having. They all loved you immediately, as he knew they would. They’d be fools not to.
He quickly came to regret introducing you to them. As you became friends with them, you started to spend more of your free time with them. When he asked you to hang out, you had other plans. When he texted or called you, you stopped responding as frequently. He wasn’t number one in your life anymore.
One day, he had gone to your apartment to hang out, he heard the little padded footsteps and jingle of a collar that indicated you had a new furry friend. When you let him inside, you introduced him to your new puppy, Smokey. He was immediately smitten with the dog, already starting to make puppy play dates with Smokey and Ronnie, when the bubble burst.
“Where did you get this sweet little guy?” he asked.
“Oh, Kevin and I were hanging out, and we passed this animal shelter. Someone had just dropped this lil guy off, and I couldn’t leave him all alone, so I adopted him.”
He froze at the mention of Kevin, his blood starting to boil as he thought about the two of you laughing and playing with puppies. That was supposed to be him. He was your friend. Not Kevin. He was supposed to be the one you were making these memories with.
He shook off the shock, scratching behind Smokey’s ear, and said, “Oh, that’s cool.”
After that day, it was hard to hang out with you again. You had a lot of deadlines you needed to meet, so you were swamped with work. But come Sam’s infamous pizza night, you were finally free and could hang out with Aryia.
But when he arrived at Sam’s apartment, you were leaned up against the counter, laughing at something Corey was saying. He immediately bit his tongue, thinking that it was fine, he could just talk to you later.
Later never came. For the entirety of the night, you and Corey were attached at the hip, laughing and joking around and not at all including Aryia, your best friend. Pizza night was officially ruined.
The nail in the coffin came when Aryia was searching for something to watch on YouTube. A recommended video popped up, and he immediately became upset when he saw the thumbnail. You and Colby had filmed a video together. You and Colby had filmed a video together before you and Aryia filmed a video together? What the fuck? Why would you do that?
He clicked on the video, which was of Colby trying to recreate one of your old paintings. Every time you laughed at something Colby did, every time he did something to make you smile, Aryia felt his heart clench. This wasn’t fair. You’re his friend. Not Colby’s. Not Corey’s. Not Kevin’s. Why did they all think they could get in the way of yours and Aryia’s friendship?
When he finished the video, he shut off his computer and laid in bed, stewing in his anger. Did you like his friends more than him? Did you want to spend more time with them than him? Had he done something wrong that pushed you into their arms? Were you...Were you using him to get better friends? More popular friends? Friends that could get your brand deals and sponsorships and loyal followers? Was this all just an elaborate scheme?
He’d forgotten that you were supposed to come over until the doorbell rang. He was the only one in the house at the time, so he had to answer. And his heart melted when he saw you standing there, looking as adorable as you always did while you smiled at him. But he was mad. And he couldn’t show you how much he enjoyed your company. Not when he was so sure that you were using him.
You furrowed your eyebrows when you saw him. You reached out to rub his arm, to be comforting, but he immediately jerked away.
God, he felt so bad as he watched your face fall. But you deserved it, he was so sure of it.
You stared at him for a moment, before quietly asking, “What’s wrong, Ari?”
He huffed. He hated how sweet you sounded. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“Seriously?” you said, frowning. “If I did something wrong, tell me so I can fix it.”
He couldn’t help himself as he huffed again. “You’re just like all of the others.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re just using me to get to my friends.”
Your jaw dropped and your eyes went wide. “Seriously? Do you really think so little of me?”
Aryia rolled his eyes, not saying anything. “It’s clear that you’re just using me, since you never have time for me anymore. It’s always Kevin or Corey or Colby. You know, people that can direct a lot more attention to your own channel.”
“Oh my god, do you hear yourself right now? This is ridiculous! You’re the one who wanted to introduce me to them. You’re the one who wanted me to hang out with them! I have a shitton of fame of my own. I don’t need them or you for anything.” You paused then added, “And why does it matter if I like your friends? Do you want me to hate them?”
“I don’t want you flirting with them!”
“Holy shit, I don’t like your friends like that!” You shouted. “I fucking like you, you idiot!”
Aryia froze. Did...did he hear you right? Did you really just say that? All he could manage to respond with was a quiet “...oh.”
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Whatever, I’m leaving.”
As you turned to go, Aryia grab your arm, spinning you around so you were facing him. He pulled you against his chest and pressed his lips to yours. You froze for a moment, then snaked your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.
He pulled away to catch his breath, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry. Please let me make it up to you.”
“...Okay.”
