#arin hanson x reader

[myneckmybackmyanxietyattack]

Savior: Scientist! Arin x GN Reader

Hey, remember when I said I'd make that Scientist! Arin x Reader fic? Yeah, that was almost 10 months ago... but it's here now, so it's okay! Not actual IRL Arin because he is happily married and that's gross.

TW: Panic attacks, mentioned death (nothing graphic).

Word Count: 3075.

A/N: It/its for Anti because I can, they/them for reader. This is my first published x reader (1,000s have been written in the mind), so feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!

The agents, or whatever they were called, had taken you to this place about a month ago. Or longer, time was hard in a block of stone. The cabin fever was beginning to set in, and the only interaction with others was when food was delivered. There was also a tennis ball, but that got boring quickly and was soon placed on the table to be ignored. Then, just as you were about to bash your head against a wall to alleviate your boredom, a person walked in and sat down at the table.

“They let you have your hair like that? I figured this was a ‘professional facility’ with how my kidnappers conducted themselves.” You stared at the stranger’s long hair, mainly focused on the patch that was bleached. He wasn’t necessarily a bad-looking dude, just not the stereotypical scientist/interrogator you had expected. 

“I assure you,” he responded coldly, “my appearance is within any protocols my company might have. Although how I conduct myself is none of your concern.”  

“Just saying,” you threw your hands up in mock surrender. “Now what do you want? Not to be rude but I’ve been stuck in here for like, a month now. I’m probably not super high on your priority list and don’t know anything or anyone that could be a threat, so why the whole drugging and shoving me in here ordeal?” The man raised his eyebrows and scratched a note down on his clipboard. 

“Any force used for your transport was strictly necessary. We are not here, (Y/N) (L/N), to talk to you about any persons that you may be affiliated with, we are here to talk about the threat you pose to others.” 

“Excuse me?”

“Your file states the following. ‘(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N). Abilities: Shadow Manipulation. Includes creation of shadows, ability to bring shadows into this plane or make them tangible, and travelling through shadows.’ Did we miss anything or get any information incorrect?”

“Nope. So how long have you been stalking me? I don’t use my ‘abilities’ very often, so how you found out is a fact I would love to know.”

“I’m afraid that is classified information.” 

You rolled your eyes. Of course that was unavailable information. If you were being honest with yourself they were probably going to kill you to ‘eliminate the threat’ or whatever their excuse was.

“I can assure you that I.R.I.S only wants to help you Mx. (L/N).” Your eyes narrowed at that. “While we are on the topic of help,” he smiled softly, “How would you like a job?”

-Timeskip, 9 months later.-

You glanced over Chase’s file, absorbing the information carefully. A small notebook lay beside you, filled with notes on what you needed to ask about the new ‘subject’ (you had never liked that term). It was odd, he had only one incident of spatial transition, but here he was in the facility. You were pretty sure that was the same cell you had been in before you got the job offer, which was a little unnerving, but you’d manage.

“Don’t forget to ask about Altr 114209!” Arin called as he walked past. 

“I know how to do my job, Hanson! Don’t try me!” Arin laughed from down the hall. Despite the… weird circumstances of your introduction, he quickly became your best friend in I.R.I.S. His cold exterior had melted away into a warm, chaotic personality. You might have been growing feelings for him, but he didn’t need to know that yet. Why ruin what you had anyway?

You walked into the room, fluorescent lights humming softly. Mr. Brody was sitting at the desk, head in hand. He looked up at you, a cold glare passing over his face at your presence. Your eyes widened at his appearance. Arin had told you he wasn’t doing the best, but this is so much worse than anything you could have anticipated. Despite your concern, there was a job to do, and you were going to do it. 

“Hello, Mr. Brody. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I will be interviewing you today.” A soft smile graced your lips, trying to appear as friendly as possible. You always had felt a form of sympathy for those you questioned, as you had been in this position not even a year ago. 

“This another assessment? I’ve already told the other guy, "I don't know how I got here, I don’t know Altr 114-whatever, I just want to go home!” His chest heaved at the outburst, eyes glistening with tears. 

A soft sigh escaped your lips. “Mr. Brody-” 

“Oh, so it’s ‘Mr. Brody’ now huh?” He interrupted angrily. “What happened to ‘subject’? Did the other guy tell you it would shut me down? Trying to get more information? Because it won’t-”

“Mr. Brody!” You snapped quickly. He stopped talking immediately, instead resuming the glare he had given earlier. “Apologies,” you stated, “I needed to regain control of the conversation. To answer your question, no, I am technically not qualified to give the Dr. Hopkins Assessment. I simply wanted to inform you about Altr 114209, since you seem to be confused about its existence. Has anyone been following you, harming you, affecting you mentally?”

“I mean, there’s this thing. I don’t know what it is, but I,” his voice broke, “I think it killed my kids.” 

“I’m very sorry to hear that, Mr. Brody. And before you say anything,” you quickly cut him off, “this is not from a place of pity or fake sympathy. I know what it feels like to lose someone dear to you. But, for the record, that is Altr 114209. We are currently trying to apprehend him…” you trailed off, eyes widening as you realised why Mr. Brody was here.

“ Mx. (L/N). (Y/N)? Are you okay?” He looked at you, concerned. 

“Perfectly fine Mr. Brody,” you replied quickly with a fake smile, “I just need to cut today’s talk short. I’ll see if there’s anything else I can bring you, these rooms can be dreadfully boring. Goodbye!” 

“Bye?” He replied, watching as you rushed out of the room. 

You ran down the hall, trying your best to remember where Arin’s office was. You turned right, finding the door a few feet down the aisle. You stood in front of the door, taking a few calming breaths. ‘You can beat him up after work (Y/N). Just confirm that he knows, then smack him into next week.’ 

You knocked and entered a few moments later. Arin looked up from his paperwork, a small smirk on his face. “Thought you were supposed to be interviewing Mr. Brody. Miss me that much (L/N)?”

“Did you know?”

“What are you talking about (Y/N)? Know what?

“Don’t ignore the question, Hanson!” You snapped, the shadows in the room slowly sliding towards the desk where you both were standing. “Did you know that I.R.I.S was planning to lure Altr 114209 here?” 

Arin’s eyes widened slightly, a sigh escaping his lips. “(Y/N)…”

“So you did know huh? God, I can’t believe I thought you’d tell me!” You ran your hand through your hair, turning away from him.

“You have to understand, I’m just following protocol, that’s it-”

“No, you’re just being a blind idiot! Do you realize how much of a suicide mission this is? We don’t even know what Altr can do yet, and you're bringing it here. Need I remind you that we have a bunch of Mutants here, most with a grudge much greater than my own? If Altr doesn’t kill us all first, I wouldn’t be surprised if he convinced them to!” You panted, eyes watering as you slowly calmed down from your enraged ranting. 

The cold expression on Arin’s face hurt almost more than his lies. Almost. 

“It is not our duty to question I.R.I.S, (L/N).” Your jaw dropped at his tone. Cool, collected, painfully similar to how he first spoke when interrogating you. “It would do you well to remember you are technically still a subject here,” he continued, ignoring the tears that threatened to spill down your face. “It would be a shame if you were reported for being a potential threat to the goals of the organisation. Not for you, of course. That would be another failed experiment. It would look rather bad on my record though.”

You wiped your eyes, expression stealing. “So that’s how it is, huh? I guess you better report me then because I’m done.” Turning around, you began to walk away. 

Stopping suddenly, you turned to glance at Arin’s apathetic smile. “Glad to know you only see me as a messed up test subject, Hanson,” you laughed mirthlessly. With that, you headed back to your office to gather your things and prepare for your return to a concrete cell.

——

You never did get sent back to your cell, but something had definitely changed. You no longer were ‘supervised’ by Hanson; a different, more serious person had taken his place. 

It was boring. You were quickly taken off the Chase Brody assignment after your discovery, and forced to do paperwork as an implied punishment for sticking your nose into places it shouldn’t be. 

Occasionally you would pass by Hanson, who would walk by you without even a nod. I.R.I.S employees were cold to you, and you were almost ready to turn yourself in if it meant not having to suffer through your loneliness and boredom anymore. Then, it came. 

——

The alarms blared as you ran through the halls, eyes wide in terror. Everyone was dead except for you. Corpses were strewn across the floor, but you wouldn’t- couldn’t- leave. Not until you found Arin. 

He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead and it’s your fault the shadows sang as they stretched towards you, panic making your carefully crafted control slip. Then you saw Altr standing over someone. No, not someone. Arin, your best friend, the person you loved more than anyone on Earth. Everything stopped. 

Altr was not touching him. You would die first. Altr turned to look at you, eyes glowing as it smirked. 

“You aren’t touching him,” you snarled, hands curling into fists. Altr's smirk turned into a wolf-like grin.

“Oh, yeah? What are yeh gonna do ‘bout it, lassie?” 

“This.” 

Shadows erupted from the walls, pulled from an unknown plane; they wrapped around Arin, and with an exhale, you fell into the void. 

——

The cabin you had pulled him and yourself to was cosy, if a little isolated. Not that you were complaining, long nights were often spent in your office at a desk. On the rare occasion you left for the night, you would mostly crash at a nearby motel, as your house was sold during the period of time I.R.I.S locked you up.

Arin was… better. He still wasn’t talking to you all that much, but you understood he needed time to cope with what happened at the facility. The money left in your account went to groceries (you would travel to the nearest town via shadow to grab them). You were tense, to say the least. Fear of I.R.I.S- or whatever was left of it- finding you often meant nights sitting up on the roof with tea/coffee/hot chocolate looking at the stars and wishing things were back to normal.

Then, the argument happened. 

Tensions were already high, with your last words exchanged basically being a declaration of the end of your friendship. 

You’d finally had enough. You and Arin were finishing dinner when it happened, the silence between you thick with awkwardness. Setting down your fork, you decided to speak.

“So when are we talking about it?”

Arin looked up in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. You had always found it attractive when he did that, usually caused by the paperwork that was thrown on his desk by the higher ups. Now, it just annoyed you. 

“Talk about what?”

“Don’t play dumb, Hanson.” He gaped at you, the shock of you using his last name rendering him speechless, so you decided to continue. “Everything that happened, you idiot. I.R.I.S, Altr? Y’know, the entire reason we ended up here in the first place! I saved your life, and you have not spoken a word to me.”

Hanson’s gaze turned colder, more neutral. “What is there to say? We’ve ended up here, we’ll probably stay here until funds run out or I.R.I.S comes to save us.” It was your turn to stare at him in shock. 

“Go back to I.R.I.S? After everything they did to us? You almost died because of them, Arin! They used you, and me, for their sick little game! We lost Brody. We aren’t of use to them anymore. They are NOT going to save us. God, what do they have on you that you couldn’t imagine breaking free from that hellhole?”

“What do you want me to say, then? Clearly you're looking for a specific response that I’m not understanding. So, enlighten me, (L/N). What do you want me to say?”

��Well, a thank you and an apology would be nice.”

“And why would I do that?” Arin raised a brow at you. 

“Why? Why! I saved your pathetic little life, Hanson! I let you live with me, eat the food I bought, sleep in the bed I make every morning, and I ask for nothing else! After everything you did to me, the lies, the radio silence, the cold looks, I still helped you. I don’t know why I did, clearly you’re such a narcissist that you don’t think this is anything but the status quo!”

“Then STOP TRYING TO HELP ME!” Hanson slammed his hands down on the table. You jumped a little, trying to keep your breathing at a normal pace. “I would have gotten out of there, with or without your help, (Y/N).”

You scoffed. “The only way you were getting out of that facility without me was in a body bag, Hanson. Don’t act high and mighty.”

“I’m not ‘acting high and mighty’. I’m tamping down your little saviour complex that seems to flare up whenever you’re around me. I don’t need you (L/N). I thought this was established at the facility. You were a means to an end. Nothing else.”

You wanted to scream, cry, laugh, to do something to stop the pain blooming inside. Instead, you opted for walking out of the door, reestablishing the silence that had permeated the cabin for so long. Soon, you ran, eyes burning, head pounding, heart aching with the stabbing wounds Arin’s words had brought you. 

You didn’t know when the panic attack had started. You didn’t know when your quiet breathing turned into hyperventilating. You didn’t know when the sun had set, bathing the woods in darkness. You didn’t know when your shadows had surrounded you, keeping the world out, protecting you with their darkness. All you knew was that you didn’t want to move. You wanted to become one with the trees, hair turned to moss as the world forgot about you, moved on. You wanted it all to stop.  Then, there was a voice. A voice that was almost familiar, calling out your name.

Arin. 

Your shadows wrapped around you tighter, trying to hide you from the source of your pain. They grew like vines, wrapping around your skin gently, attempting to hide you from the man chasing after you. Then, he was there. Saying your name softly, like he hadn’t used it not ten minutes ago to wound you. Or was it an hour? Time had blurred in your panic. Tears sprang to your eyes as the shadows swelled, trying to push him away. He said your name again, quietly, reverently, like it was the only thing that mattered. He said it again and again, slowly coaxing you out of the shield that wrapped around you. Your shadows eased away as you calmed, gradually slipping back to where they came from. His arms wrapped around you, as he whispered in your ear. 

“Breathe. I’m here now, it’s okay, breathe.” 

You calmed, arms wrapping around him in return, clinging onto Arin like he was a raft in a storm; the only thing keeping you afloat in a sea of emotions. He was here. He came looking for you. He didn’t forget about you, let you melt into the forest. 

“I’m sorry,” you croaked. Arin looked at you in surprise. 

“No, no, no. Don’t be sorry. I’m the one who should be apologising. I’m the reason you're out here.”

“Why did you come looking for me? I thought I was just ‘means to an end’,” you laughed bitterly. 

“Because I realised how much of an idiot I am. I never thought you were means to an end, (Y/N), I was scared.” You tilted your head in confusion. “I had never felt emotions that I felt around you,” Arin continued, “and frankly I didn’t know how to handle them. So I thought pushing you away was the answer, that maybe I could go back to my normal self if you weren’t in my life. But I was wrong, and it hurt more than anything I had experienced.

“You matter to me more than words can describe, (Y/N). I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

“And how do you see me?” You whispered, a soft smile on your face. 

“Like this.” Then he was kissing you. 

Arin’s lips were soft, and gentle. He smelled of wood and ink and something deeper that you don’t think you could place with all the time in the world. 

He lifted you up carefully, cradling you in his arms, before slowly making his way back to the cabin. How he knew where to go, even in the dead of night, was a quality that confused you, but you weren’t complaining. 

Your room was dark when Arin set you down or your bed; he hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights. You grabbed his wrist before he could walk away. “Stay, please?” You croaked. Arin nodded, a soft smile blossoming on his face. As you fell asleep together, limbs tangled, you knew this was the start of something wonderful. 

#I.R.I.s #altr 114209 #antisepticeye #x reader #fluff #arin hanson #arin hanson x reader #scientist! arin x reader #the only content for this character #that i am aware of

[toxicknightaesthetics]

#game grumps #danny sexbang #arin and dan #dan avidan #danny avidan #dan avidan x reader #dream daddy #ninja sex party #nsp #arin hanson #arin handsome #arin 'cutie' hanson

[munsonmuses]

Saturday Night Lights

This is part four in our Dan and the barista series, it’s the kind of midpoint of the bridge, there’s a bond forming.

Warnings: NONE! Unless you count a super sweet kiss????

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Carefully combing through your hair, you lightly checked the time. Like you had been done basically every minute that passed by. Dan having texted an hour ago that he’d be there at six.

Carefully spritzing yourself down with perfume and fluffing your hair again before nodding lightly to yourself. “Yeah, yeah that’ll work. That’ll work out just fine and uh, shit-“ you frowned deeply as you checked the time again. It was five thirty. And although dressed, prepped and ready to go, you felt completely unready.

Dan had refused to tell you what the date was, where you were going, just to dress nice-ish. That’s exactly what the text said.

‘It’s a surprise! Dress nice-ish.’

Carefully heading to your living room, you sat and waited quietly. Twiddling your thumbs and frowning deeply to yourself.

At five forty five he came knocking, carefully holding a small bouquet of flowers from Ralph’s, and a nice pair of jeans with a white leather jacket with black detailing. He looked absolutely terrified when you opened the door.

“I got these for you? Then I thought you might be allergic to flowers, but then thought I should bring something.” He insisted as he carefully handed them to you as you laughed.

It was endearing, how nervous and sweet he was. How hard he was trying to come off as prepared and suave. “It’s okay-“ you assured as you took them gently.

He gently took your hand, nodding as if to say “it’s time”, and carting you off.

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The hour long drive felt like minutes, as Dan carefully drove the two of you across the city. Talking about little things.

“So we had to try these KitKats, from around the world okay? This sounds insane I know. But after like twenty I thought I was dying. Straight up dying. And I couldn’t control my like face? So I looked so pathetic.” He laughed as you snorted with laughter beside him.

It was fascinating how enraptured he was about talking, every story he told had depth to it.

“Oh uh, we’re here.” He pointed forward.

“I found this, makeshift drive in movie theatre. So it’s one on one, and we can talk about the things that are happening. I talk a little during movies, because I need to verbalize for my brain to process.” He explained softly causing you to smile.

“I do the exact same thing. It helps me visualize what’s going on. And I really really love how you get that.” You insisted as he was reaching in the backseat, pulling out snacks carefully.

“I love you…r optimism. And understanding.” Dan said rapidly as he frowned to himself.

And you just smiled, it was endearing how sweet he was. And how open he was with words. In videos you’d watched, you’d realized how often he said the words to people, how emotional he truthfully was.

The movie started as you both faced forward, eyes glued to the showing of Dirty Dancing

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Half of the movie had gone by, as you both talked about how idiotic the premise was, and the strangeness of their relationships were.

“But who am I to talk you know? I waited for you almost every day to come by coffee, and sweet talk you, and…” you closed your eyes before feeling a warm set of eyes on you.

Turning to face him as he slowly put his hand on your thigh. The other cupping your face as he leaned in. Kissing you softly. And you didn’t even think to pull away. He tasted like mint, from the York peppermint he’d eaten, which you’d expressed distaste for earlier. But now the taste was warm, comforting.

You eagerly deepened the kiss, pulling hun closer as you leaned over the console. Pressing into him as his tongue made its way into your mouth.

The movie went silent, the crowd around fell away entirely, and you were so very happy. Because holy shit, seven months of pining has become something else.

Pulling away for air, Dan carefully pressed his forehead to yours. “I think I love you…” he said calmly.

And you were happy. Patrick Swayze in the background, but the only man you could even fathom being attracted too, was right in front of you.

#danny sexbang #dan avidan #dan avidan x reader #dan game grumps #game grumps #arin hanson

[melancholy-imagines]

Maybe some asexual reader headcanons with dan and arin?👀 i never really see any ace stuff anywhere sadly😤 (sorry if I'm bothering you i just love your stuff!!💕👏)

You're not bothering me, my love! Thank you for requesting! I'm sorry if I don't get the correct experience of asexuality, but I want y'all to have more representation!

Asexual!Reader x Grumps

Dan

The fact you were asexual never really came up until talk of sex had come up.

It was a bit further into your relationship that you eventually had to bring it up after a rather passionate kiss. You knew it would lead to something else if you didn't stop it in its tracks.

Dan thought he had done something horribly wrong, but you assured him this wasn't the case. After some hesitation and a gentle hand on top of yours, you tell him you're ace.

"Okay... Okay! That's alright! Thank you for telling me."

Dan is relatively accepting of this, not wanting to push your boundaries. He'd be slightly confused on what asexuality is but he'd take time to understand it.

He cares for and loves you a lot, so he'd easily adapt to this.

He loves to hold you very close, and kiss your head, showing you that there are other ways he can love you.

Arin

You knew that Arin would be truly, truly accepting of the fact you were ace.

It was rather easy to tell him this near the beginning of the relationship. However, you couldn't help but feel he'd be disappointed at this fact.

But you couldn't sacrifice your identity so you had to be confident.

"Oh, you're ace? Dude, that's okay! I still love you."

He would hug you tight, expressing how proud he was of you for being able to tell him this.

Much to your dismay, he'd make many ace puns. You practically beg him to stop, but does he? Absolutely not.

He tries to make you as comfortable as possible with your identity, expressing his love for you in different forms. Though, his favorite way is through his art, drawing you with a little pride flag.

#game grumps imagines #dan avidan x reader #game grumps x reader #arin hanson x reader #asexual!reader

[somegeekychic]

false realities.

you know this isn’t real, right?

...i know.

you’re going to wake up soon, and i’m not going to be there to help you. to love you. to give you what you want.

i know that. it hurts a little bit more every time i have to leave.

so why do you keep coming back? are you willing to wake up in despair and sadness everyday, just to experience a mere splice of the happiness you desire? are you that lonely?

i have no one to make me feel like you do. no one who loves me unconditionally like you do.

but i am just a projection of your desires and your dreams. i exist only to make you happy. i am not a person. i am your idea of a “perfect lover”. you take those you find attractive and create a version of them in your head so they can please you. this fantasy is full of happiness, but true love is going through the hardships and coming out loving each other more. you have to accept this, and you have to accept that i cannot satisfy your need for love and partnership.

i know. i just need you for a little longer.

but-

please.

...i’ll stay as long as you need, my love.

#fanfic #fanfiction #vent #vent post #sorry for this #kinda in my feels #dan avidan x reader #spencer reid x reader #arin hanson x reader #peter parker x reader #finn wolfhard x reader #literally you can insert any person- real or fake- into this #ugh i hate myself #if you read this far let's be mutuals #love you all

[bigcat-hanson]

Staring At The Stars [Part Two] | Arin Hanson X Reader

Part One

Arin’s voice is absolutely breathtaking. What will he think when he hears yours?

Word Count: 1130

     Your coffee had run out quickly, leaving you to resort to the questionable, cold pot in the studio for the next few hours. Despite the amount of caffeine that you thought you had consumed over the past few hours, Ross had to shake you awake at least four times by the time dinner came around.

     “Are you sure you’re good to drive? I don’t want you to crash behind the wheel.”

     “I’m good. It’s only a few blocks away. I can manage. Holy shit, it’s cold out here.”

     “I’ll buy you a real coffee when we get there. Drive safe.”

     “You too, Ross.”

     If there was one thing you couldn’t stand, it was drunk people who couldn’t sing to save their lives trying to do karaoke. The god-awful, tone-deaf screeching that you were met with as you walked into the restaurant woke you up better than you knew any amount of caffeine ever would. It took every ounce of determination you had not to just walk out when you saw Dan taking a seat with everyone else at a table close to the speakers.

     “If this guy’s so-called singing makes me claw my ears off, your eyes are next, Avidan,” you practically shouted, sitting across from him in the only open seat next to Arin. 

     “I didn’t even choose the table! Ross got here first!” 

     You were hoping the look you gave Ross would at least scare him a little, but all you got in return was a sly smirk that you wanted to smack off his face.

     “Oh, you’re in for it now, O’Donovan!” you threatened, trying to fight the smile that desperately tried to show itself. 

     “Someone hates karaoke,” Arin chimed in.

     “I don’t hate karaoke. I hate drunk people who think they’re doing karaoke but are actually just slurring bullshit into a mic.”

     “Well you’re not gonna be happy when I get up there later,” Dan laughed, thanking the waitress that had just placed his drink in front of him.

     “Lord help me.”

~~~~~

     You wanted to kill him. You hated him for winning, and you hated yourself for agreeing to Ross’ stupid arm wrestling challenge. You knew you weren’t all that likely to win, but your competitive side got the better of you. The look of satisfaction on his face pissed you off, but what pissed you off the most was what you now had to do.

     “What are you waiting for, (y/n)? Get up there!” he laughed, gesturing to the stage with the glass in his hand. 

    “I can’t even sing, man! This isn’t fair!”

     “You shouldn’t have lost then!”

     “Fuck. Alright, just shut up and pick the song.”

     “I’m sorry, what’s the deal here?” Arin asked, sitting down right as you pushed out your chair.

     “I was a dumbass and arm wrestled Ross. The deal was that whoever lost had to do karaoke to whatever song the winner chose, and I am about to- no, Ross is about to ruin my social life because I’m definitely not gonna be able to show my face after this.”

     “Oh boy. I mean, good luck. I’m sure you’ll be fine, but he is probably picking something that’ll feel ridiculous.”

     “End me.” You groaned as Ross gestured for you to get on the stage, mentally preparing yourself for whatever humiliation was about to come your way. You took a moment before giving the ok to figure out just what he had given you. Part of you was happy that it wasn’t something insanely weird, but it was definitely embarrassing. Of course he would choose the song he knew you had on repeat as an outlet for your feelings for Arin. You never should’ve told him. Bastard.

     You gave the ok, but you were not feeling ok.

Think of me when you're out, when you're out there

I'll beg you nice from my knees

And when the world treats you way too fairly

Well it's a shame I'm a dream

     Looking at anyone was out of the question. Your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you, pretending to read the lyrics that were burned into your brain by this point. 

All I wanted was you

All I wanted was you

     It was the longest four minutes of your life. You knew they were looking at you the whole time, and there was no way they didn’t hear any of it because they were so close to the speakers. The second it was over, you placed the mic on its stand, ran to the table, grabbed your coat, and hauled ass out to the parking lot.

     You were just about to unlock your car when you heard a voice behind you.

     “(Y/n)!” Arin was the last person you wanted to see right now, so of course he was the one to run out after you.

     “I’ve gotta go, man. I’m really sorry. It was really fun being there for the recording sesh earlier, but it’s getting late.” You sifted through the keys on your keyring as you spoke, hoping that he would sense your urgency and go back inside without pressing the issue further.

     “Are you ok? You don’t usually run out like that.”

     “Well, usually I don’t do embarrassing shit like that in front of the only people whose opinions I give a fuck about.”

     “Shit, was it really that bad? I thought you did great-”

     “Well it was nowhere near as good as Dan and sure as hell not as good as you. Not to mention the fact that he definitely chose that song just to embarrass me in front of you.”

     “In front of me? Why? I’ve never even heard-”

     “I really just want to go home and sleep off the overwhelming urge to punch something, ok? I’m overwhelmed as hell and I just-... I can’t be around you or Ross right now.”

     “Can I at least ask why not me?”

     “Fuck Arin, I’m into you! Ross knows that, and that’s why he chose that fucking song. He’s been pushing me to tell you nonstop an he finally got his fucking wish. I didn’t want to say anything because I knew you would never reciprocate, but at this point, fuck it. I might as well humiliate myself one last time before I-”

     You didn’t expect the hand pulling you closer, and you especially didn’t expect the lips that were now pressed against yours. The shock wore off fast, and you melted right into him. The cold night air was gone, replaced with the warmth of the hands that were settled on either side of your face.

     “Are you gonna shut up and come back inside now?”

     “I don’t know, I think I might need a little more convincing.”

     “Oh, my god. Come here.”

#arin hanson #arin hanson x reader #staring at the stars #game grumps

[alysianmoon]

I CANT

#arin hanson #game grumps #dan avidan #dan and arin #arin and dan #not so grump #grump #youtube #comparison #10 minute power hour #the grumps #dan avidan x reader #arin hanson x reader #game grumps arin #egoraptor #danny avidan

[rt-reader-inserts]

“hypothetically speaking, what would you say if i asked you to marry me?”

It’s a little after midnight, and you find yourself cuddled up with Arin on the couch. You’re fairly tired after a long day of work, but you don’t want to go to bed just yet, enjoying the time you get to spend with Arin as the two of you watch another episode of Sailor Moon in your pajamas.

As the episode ends, the “continue watching” screen pops up, and Arin presses no, turning off the TV. “Alright babe, let’s get you to bed.”

You just snuggle further into his arms, and he laughs, pulling the blanket up around you. “C’mon, you need to get some sleep,” he insists, easily lifting both you and the blanket up off the couch, and you let out a small yelp as your arms quickly wrap around his shoulders.

“I can walk by myself,” you say, laughing through your words.

“Eh, I know, but this is way easier than convincing you to get up when you’re so sleepy.”

Sleepy, you like that word. Much cuter than tired, which you’re sure is how you really look. You open your mouth to respond, but know you have no way to argue his point, and settle for just leaning your head against him as he carries you to bed.

“Hey, Arin?” you ask as he sets you down.

“Hm?”

“Hypothetically speaking, what would you say if I asked you to marry me?”

He laughs a little under his breath as he lays down beside you, pulling the duvet over both of you. “Where’s this coming from?”

“I dunno, I just, I love you, a lot,” you reply, cuddling up against him again. “I don’t wanna live a life without you.”

You can hear his breath kind of stop for a moment, and he holds you just a bit tighter. “Well, hypothetically, I would say yes,” he shifts away from you to grab something out of his nightstand drawer, “and I’d pull out the ring I bought weeks ago, get down on one knee, and ask you the same question.”

He hands you what he’s holding, and in the dim lamp light, you can see a small velvet box. This time, your breath hitches, and you open the box to see a beautiful ring, set with your favorite gemstone. Before you can say anything, he continues, “Non-hypothetically, I’d forget about any plans I’d made and propose to you right here, right now... will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, oh my god, of course,” you look over at him, practically beaming, and pull him in for a kiss. You can feel him smile against your lips, and you pull away for a moment to say, again, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, even if you did kind of ruin my proposal plan,” he teases, and you laugh even with the tears you can feel forming.

“We can do it again, I’ll probably get just as emotional,” you offer, and he laughs along with you, tears now slipping down your cheeks as his eyes start to water.

“I love you,” the words fall from his lips again, like a mantra, and you smile wider before pulling him in for another kiss.

Against his lips, you murmur, “And I love you.”

#arin x reader #arin hanson x reader #arin hanson imagine #arin hanson x you #arin hanson reader insert #this might be the cheesiest thing i've ever written WHOOPS sorry; lov him too much #game grumps imagine #game grumps x reader #mod emily

[325575]

Want more

Ok soooooooooo I have a little problem................I want more Daniel Avidan x reader stories but when I look it up I have read all the ones that have shown up on there and it is driving me a little crazy. Because the guy is so funny and cute and not to mention sexy as fuck(like why wouldn’t you write about him😫😫😫) and trust me if I could write well enough I would bang out stories about him left and right, but I don’t write well enough so I am going to leave it to the professionals. But yeah in conclusion people need to write stories about cause he is too sexy and cute not to.

P.S I hope that wasn’t to rude or comes of that I was just reliving some pent up emotions about not being able to read stories (x readers to be exact) about him.

Like look at this guy..............

#dan avidan #game grumps #arin hanson #dan avidan x reader #arin hanson x reader #game grumps x reader #suzy berhow #x reader

[grumpychop]

Perhaps a little blurb where Danny and Arin hear you being all self conscious and insecure about yourself and how they’d react and what they’d do/say to make you feel better?

Ooh. See, I feel like they’d have similar but different approaches to things? 

Arin would’ve heard and he would’ve kept it in his head. He’d start out subtle over the rest of the day, mentioning how good you look to him and how much he loves you. You honestly wouldn’t even notice it, but it would make you feel a lot better. And when you both get home, he’ll offer to get or cook your favorite meal and you eat and cuddle up on the couch and he turns on your comfort show or movie. and it’s when the movie or show is halfway through when he brings it up to you. He’d honestly be like ‘you know you can talk to me about anything right?’ and it would confuse you at first bc normally you do, but then he’d mention it and then it’d click in your head. from then on you two talk and he’d let you rant and explain everything and just listen. and then he’d talk about his insecurities and such and he’d make sure that you know you’re not alone and you can always come to him and he’d help you feel better.

Dan, I feel, would be more out right. He’d instantly become more affectionate and he’d make sure you were smothered with love. He’d also try and distract you from your bad thoughts. He’d end up taking you out to dinner, to the new movie that you’ve been dying to see, probably even going as far to get you ice cream and then going somewhere fun, like a late night arcade or something like that? Just to get you to smile and have a good time. And then when you’d get home, he’d pull you to bed and just cuddle with you. He’d probably end up talking about his insecurities first, just to try and urge you into talking about yours and if you didn’t at first, he’d kind of push a little? not too much, but he’d let on the fact that he knew something was up and that he was hoping you’d talk to him about it. And when you do open up, he’d listen and he’d offer ways to help you because he loves you. 

all in all, they’d both listen to you and offer to help you and show how much they care about you! they’d just go about it in different ways. 

#dan avidan x reader #arin hanson x reader #blurbs. #all writing. #Anonymous

[blytheandherbrain]

Take A Picture, It Lasts Longer (ArinHansonxReader)

--Notes: ~these things~ are still here and yeah. I’d get rid of them, but I’d have to rewrite parts of the story... Oh! this story is set before Arin drops out, AND Suzy just doesn’t exist because I love her too much. Y/N- your name Y/A- your activity Y/F/N- your friend's name

Request: None/From My Brain

Summary: Class on the first day of school is over, and you're about to head to your after-school activity, when you catch the school heartthrob staring at you. You get a little sassy with him, and it ends up leading to something more.

Word Count: 400+

Masterlist

Your P.O.V. (Second Person)

You've known Arin Hanson for years, well, you knew of him. Course, you went to the same school, but who didn't know him. He was very well known in the area. Not for bad reasons, he just knew a lot of people.

He hadn't had a girlfriend for a couple months, which was surprising since it was the first day of school and he had girls who would do literally anything to be with him.

Anyway, classes were done for the day, and most students were getting ready for sports and other after-school activities. You were grabbing your supplies for Y/A when you caught Mr. Hanson staring at you. You blushed a little and quickly turned back to your locker. Quickly grabbing your backpack, you said to him, "take a picture, it lasts longer."

He laughed and walked up to you. Getting his phone out, he actually took a picture when you turned to him. Shocked and confused, you shut your locker and quickly left to Y/A.

~Next day timeskip? Why, of course!~

You got to school early, hoping to avoid Arin, just to find him waiting for you. "Oh great, what now?" You mumbled under your breath.

He looked up at you and... smiled? Wait... Arin... Arin never smiles at girls. He always has this annoyed or bored look on his face. Every single female in this school has tried to make him smile, and he just willingly smiles at me?

"Hey Y/N!"

"Mornin' Hanson."

"So about that picture I took," he looked slightly nervous as he scanned my face, possibly in fear of rejection.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Well, a photo only reminds you of one day. One day Y/N! I want a way to remind me of every day with you and every little memory we make."

A look of confusion crosses your face as he continues. "I guess what I'm saying is, I want you to be mine."

You stuttered in surprise, "what? A-are you serious?"

"Well Y/N, I am. I've liked you for years, that's why I turned down every other girl. I just wasn't sure if you liked me as well," he started rubbing the back of his neck. "But the other day when Y/F/N told me you liked me, I was so happy. I-I understand if that's not the truth I just thought I'd tell you and see if..." He started trailing off and looked down.

You couldn't believe your ears. Thank you, THANK YOU Y/F/N! Still looking at Arin, you lifted his chin up and pecked his lips. "So that's what took so long."

He chuckled and, grabbing your waist, pulled you closer to him. He kissed you quickly, and the rest is history.

#game grumps #game grumps imagines #game grumps x reader #game grumps one shot #arin hanson #arin x reader #arin imagine #arin oneshot #arin hanson x reader #arin hanson imagine #arin hanson oneshot #arinxreader #x reader #oneshot #imagine

[maricomedown]

Hey I’m opening up my asks to write about ANYTHING in the tags. I’m having majjjor writers block and I just wanna be able to write something, you guys can pick the plots and stuff and I think it would pull me out of my stump!

#egobang #arin hanson #dan avidan #game grumps #danny sexbang #egoraptor #markiplier #darkiplier #markiplier egos #illinois #ethan nestor #kakashi hakate #din dijarin x reader #boba fett #ahs fandom #idk #itachi x reader

[toxicknightaesthetics]

My constant resource of serotonin

#game grumps #danny sexbang #dan avidan #danny avidan #arin and dan #dan avidan x reader #ninja sex party #dream daddy #arin hanson #nsp #adhd things #my adhd

[melancholy-imagines]

Shy S/O Headcanons!

With our wonderful boy Arin Hanson!

So first off, let's just say, he thinks you are the cutest thing ever.

The way you fumble with your words and become blushy

Heart eyes motherfucker

Loves you so fucking much like it's crazy.

You love him too, ofc.

Always hugs and kisses you!

He defends you from negative comments.

When given the chance, you'll overcome the fear you have and speak out against the terrible comments towards Arin.

And when you do that, he feels so proud and loved.

Knowing that you would come out of your comfort zone to protect him warms him up inside.

One day, he Introduces you to his colleagues and friends.

His arm is always around your shoulder as a way to tell you to not be scared.

Eventually you would start to warm up to the grumps.

Seeing you warm up to his best friend Dan would be the best thing ever.

Matt and Ryan would be your best friends tbh

Your humor? Absolutely fucked up. They love it.

You would star on their show sometimes, saying very little. However, when you do speak, it leaves them either shocked or in tears.

Back to Arin

You're very soft spoken, so when someone interrupts you, Arin's like "dude, let them finish."

However, when you're with Arin alone, you're loud and explicit. You can completely 100% yourself with him.

He wishes you would be yourself out in public because he knows people would adore you, but he understands that it's not that easy.

Though as long you're by his side, he doesn't care if you don't speak or if you scream.

#game grumps imagines #game grumps x reader #arin hanson x reader #arin hanson imagine #game grumps headcanons #dan avidan imagines #dan avidan x reader

[pettyprocrastination]

i think that people who pit authors against one another with comments like “you're jealous (x) has more notes than you.” “(fic) is much better than yours” and so forth should not be given attention since they aren’t worth it at all but also?

So goddamn funny to me. 

ike these mf out here, always have some smug holier-than-thou superior mentality for them because they...read fanfiction. Like that’s it. 

Acting like whole mf connoisseur of the arts because “hm yes this fanfiction about my favorite star wars man is clearly superior to the others. I am a genius.”

Like im begging yall to take a look at yourself. Look at all of us. We all go online to read and write star wars fanfiction. 

Star.Wars.Fanficiton. 

Nobody is superior. We’re all a bunch of fucking goobers by default. 

Every single one of us spends our time reading and writing about kissing a space cowboy decked out in armor who also has a baby that eats frogs and has magical powers.

acting like this makes you better than somebody else is the funniest and most embarrassing shit I’ve seen in my life. 

In response: for every shitty comment you see on somebody’s fic? Write your own positive one to drown it out. Create an overflow of love for the authors you appreciate and admire to smother the hate. 

and to everybody who thinks that comparing star wars fanfiction makes them quirky or cute or cool, i leave you with this parting message 

#tj talks #anyways no hate to author of rd #i hear they are very talented and kind and ive been meaning to read it #its the weird twitter-esque fans that got me fucked up #like its so funny #because #its FANFICTION #STAR WARS FANFICITON #WERE ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKING DWEEBS #you cant be like 'um THIS star wars romance fanfiction is clearly superior to others' #without soudning like a caricature of nerd culture from a show in the early 2000's #is that what you want? to soudn like a goddamn character form the big bang theory? #go ahead and say bazinga for the crowd while youre at it too #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mgight get a storm for slapping this in the tags but *arin hanson voice* THEMS THE BREAKS

[bigcat-hanson]

Down In Flames [Part Two] | Arin Hanson X Reader

After your apartment complex burned down, you had nowhere to go, but you would never put that burden onto anyone, especially not your friends. How long can you hide it?

Word count: 1,313

     “Hey, (Y/N), you up for lunch?”

     The voice behind you snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump a bit out of your seat. You turned around to see who had posed the question to you, only to be greeted by Arin’s concerned expression.

     “You ok?”

     “Uh, yea, sorry. I, um, I was just zoning out a bit,” you lied, desperately hoping he wouldn’t suspect anything further than that. 

     “Sounds about right. So, do you wanna go to lunch? Jory and I were thinking of grabbing some sushi.” Thank god, he didn’t seem to notice. It took just about every ounce of energy you had to contain the newfound urge to cry until you passed out.

     “Sure, yea. Let me just, um, let me just grab my stuff real quick, just a sec,” you stuttered out, quickly shutting off your computer screen and fishing your wallet and car keys out of the drawer of your desk before following Arin out to the parking lot, where Jory had been waiting for the both of you in his car. You were willing to take any distraction that came your way, and getting lunch seemed like a pretty good one.

     Then Jory drove past the apartments.

     He slowed a bit as you went by, but somehow everything seemed to go much slower than they already were. Every detail of the scene hit you like a truck. The swarms of aid cars, news vans, fire trucks, and police cars surrounding the building, or at least what was left of it. Even though the flames were out, smoke still poured out from the charred remains of what you once called your home. There was no going back there. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure.

     “Holy Jesus fuck, what happened there?” Arin exclaimed, leaning towards the scene as you passed. 

     “It’s all over the news, man. They think someone burned it down on purpose. I think like, 6 or 7 people were killed, too. It’s messed up,” Jory replied. The lump in your throat felt like it grew bigger and bigger the more you were faced with your inevitable future. 

     “God, that sucks ass. Hopefully the rest of them’ll be able to find places to stay.” Arin’s comment just about broke you. Had you not been sitting in the back seat, they both would’ve caught the few tears that managed to escape your eyes. You wiped them away as quickly as possible in a desperate attempt to mask your emotions.

     The sushi place that Jory chose was almost packed, with one table clearly open. As the boys decided amongst themselves whether they wanted to sit down or take out, you tried to focus your attention on the menu. As you scanned over every item listed, you realized that none of it sounded appealing. You were almost nauseated by the thought of eating just about anything right now. 

     The more you stared at the board, the less sounds you registered around you. Everything became muffled, as if you were staring at the rest of the world from the inside of a glass jar. You saw flames in the chalk writing, smelled the smoke as if you were standing right in the middle of it. The sound of the sirens rang through your ears and-

     Jory clapped his hand on your shoulder, shaking you a bit. For a split second, you had completely forgotten where you were.

“Are you ok? You look really distracted.”

     “Uh, yea. Yea, I’m fine. I just remembered the last time I had sushi wasn’t exactly a fun experience.”

     “Oh, crap. I remember that. This probably wasn’t the best idea for lunch then.”

     “No, you’re fine. I’ll just, um, I’ll just get something else later. No big deal.”

     “Alright. We’ll stop wherever on the way out of here so you can grab something that doesn’t make you sick.” Was that even possible?

~~~~~~

     Time seemed to have no meaning anymore. It had somehow been both the shortest and longest four days of your life. Everything blended together in a haze of exhaustion, anxiety, and the back pain that came from sleeping in your car. Nobody knew that at this point, you were technically homeless, and you weren’t about to let it slip to any of them. Finding a new place to live was hard enough without people constantly interrupting your work to ask questions.

     The soft light of your computer screen reflected off of your dull eyes as you fought to keep awake long enough to finish editing the last sixty seconds of the video you were working on. Your arms and eyelids felt heavier and heavier as the seconds ticked by. The most excruciating minute of your life was finally over after what felt like half an hour. 

     “Ready to head out?” Arin stood next to your desk, jacket slung over his shoulder. Fuck. The promise you had made him earlier that morning completely slipped your mind. His car battery had died before he came into work, and when Vernon said that he could only bring him to work and not take him home at the end of the day, you blindly offered to help. Pre-coffee decisions weren’t exactly your strong suit.

     “Yea, uh… let me just save this, then we can head out.” The closer you got to your car, you realized just how compromising the inside probably looked. Given it was after dark, you were banking on him not being able to see the makeshift bed in your back seat.

     “Thanks for driving me, by the way. First thing tomorrow, I’m getting a new battery,” Arin stated. You looked at him and gave him a half smile before walking around to the driver’s side door, mentally crossing your fingers.

     “Okay, where to?” You clicked your seatbelt and started the engine as Arin rattled off his address. Thankfully, you had a pretty good idea of where he lived. You didn’t want to use up any more of your phone’s battery power than you needed to. 

     The ride was filled with conversation, mostly about the most ridiculous food combinations that both of you had ever heard of. It was nice to get completely lost in a conversation with someone, even if the topic was a little ridiculous. 

     “And here we are,” Arin announced as you pulled into his driveway. Your foot pressed down on the brakes, and the car was put in park to let him get out and say his goodbyes for the night. “I’ll probably be in late tomorrow because of the whole battery thing, so let Tucker know I’m sorry if I delay any recordings or anything.”

     “Will do. Good luck with that. Anyways, um, goodnight, Arin.”

     “See you tomorrow, (Y/N). Get home safe, ok?” With those words, he smiled, shut the car door, and disappeared into his house.

     Maybe it was the thought of having to sleep in your cold car another night, or the fact that he said ‘home’, as if you had one anymore, but the wall that you forced yourself to build finally came crashing down. The second he was out of sight, all of your emotions hit you at once, and you started crying. Waves of tears poured down your face and into your hands and lap. Sobs  overcame you. You couldn’t breathe. Every bad feeling that you were trying to avoid was suddenly engulfing you in misery. You couldn’t drive like this. All you could do now was take a few minutes to let it out, and hope that you would calm down enough to drive away soon.

     It took several minutes of attempting about a thousand different breathing techniques before you could even remotely see anything clearly. Shaky hands reached up and wiped the tears out of your eyes, and you attempted to get your bearings. There was a knock at your window.

     Shit. 

#arin hanson #arin hanson x reader #game grumps #down in flames #this is angst right?