#arin hanson x reader
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.
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
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Staring At The Stars [Part Two] | Arin Hanson X Reader
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.”
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Long Way From Home [Part Six] | Arin Hanson X Reader
After getting Arin’s number, you head home and text him to confirm the plans the two of you wanted to make
Word count: 511
You: Hey, it’s (Y/N). Are you sure you want me to come? I feel like I’m being invasive and invited myself when I really shouldn’t have
Arin: I would’ve asked you to come if you hadn’t said something first. I’m free for lunch and dinner so we can probably meet up then. How early would you be willing to fly out?
You: Any time. Were you wanting to catch up on your free day still?
Arin: Absolutely. I can get a hotel room for you for the night so you don’t have to oh my god Aaron are you hooking up with someone Dan shut the fuck up
Arin: Wow, that’s the last time I use voice to text. Anyways, I can get you a hotel room so we can use as much of the day as we can
You: Thank you, I’d really like that. Any luck finding tickets? I’ll pay you back as soon as I get my paycheck
Arin is typing…
Arin: You don’t have to pay me back. I really just want to catch up and figure things out. Here’s the tickets. I have you flying out at 9 so you can get some sleep [Attachment: 2 images]
You: Seriously, thank you. I just got home, so I’m going to do just that. I’m really excited to see you again tomorrow. Get some sleep!
Arin: You too. See you at lunch tomorrow
The airport was packed with people, as it usually was at the end of the week. Your duffel bag was slung over your shoulder, allowing you to use all of the strength in your hands to hold a much needed cup of coffee. You maneuvered your way around the bunches of people as fast as you could to locate the gate you were supposed to depart from. 8 A.M. was not your favorite time of day.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket just as you reached your gate. After setting your things down, you carefully reached into the pocket of your jacket and read the text.
Arin: Get to the airport safely?
You: Just got to my gate. If I’m hearing the announcements correctly, I might actually get to fly out a few minutes early
Arin: That would be pretty sweet. How are your hands?
You: Couldn’t sleep last night, so I went to urgent care and got them stitched up and properly taken care of. Still sucks ass, but a tiny bit better now
Arin: Good, that will definitely help with the healing process. I’ve got to go. Just wanted to make sure you got there alright. Have a safe flight!
You: Thank you!
“Attention, passengers. The non-stop 9 A.M. flight from Phoenix to Albuquerque will begin boarding now. Any passengers with priority seating, such as veterans, the disabled, and parents flying with small children will be boarding first. Thank you.” The intercom system clicked off after the attendant at the gate made her announcement. You breathed a nervous sigh, gathered your things once more, and prepared to board the plane.
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Long Way From Home [Part Five] | Arin Hanson X Reader
After almost 20 years, you finally find the childhood friend that you were forced to give up, but would reconnecting now be a good thing?
Word count: 1339
TW: mentions of blood/wounds
Your head hurt, your heart hurt, the palms of your hands stung and were covered in gravel and blood. Your wet clothes allowed the cold night air to bite. You couldn’t believe the seemingly never ending lies that your parents had told you, the rest of your family, Arin…
What could you even believe anymore? Your life started feeling more and more like a sad cosmic joke.
“(Y/N), wait! (Y/N), I-...” Arin’s voice carried across the parking lot. He sounded frantic, almost like he was panicking. His footsteps started fast, but quickly slowed to a more hurried walk. By the time he was in front of you, they were slow and careful. You didn’t want to look at him anymore. Somehow, the gentle hand that he placed on your back made you cry harder. He could barely make out your words through the sobbing.
“I’m so sorry, Arin. I never wanted this. I never wanted to move away, I never wanted to leave you behind. They gave me no choice. They lied to you, they lied to both of us. I don’t know what’s real anymore, and I’m so sorry.”
The hand on your back remained there for what felt like hours, the silence between you cutting deeper than the wounds on your hands.
“I’m blee-... fuck…” You finally took a good look at how bad your hands really were. Your palms were almost completely red, aside from the black spots of gravel that remained stuck in some places.
“There’s probably a first aid kit on the bus,” he offered. He sounded so nervous. He had been so excited and bubbly practically the whole day before this. It was almost unsettling. You nodded and wiped your eyes on your upper arm, allowing him to help you stand. The two of you made your way across the parking lot, your arms held out awkwardly to avoid bringing them into contact with anything.
It was a bit loud on the bus. Practically the whole group was chatting loudly about the night’s event, as well as the plans for their next destination. Someone was playing music from their phone and singing along. You stood awkwardly behind Arin as you entered, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.
“Hey Vernon, pass me that first aid kit,” he cut in, gesturing to the small white box on a wall towards the back. The man you could only assume was Vernon removed the box from the wall and tossed it to Arin. “Great, thanks. I’m gonna be out for awhile. I’ll be back before we head out.”
“Two hours, homie!” you heard Dan yell from somewhere in the back that you couldn’t see. Arin gave a silent wave to the crowd of people on the bus before gesturing for you to step out. Unsure of whether you were ready to face your coworkers yet after your odd exit, you decided that going back to your jeep was the best course of action.
Despite the fact that they were covered in blood, your fingers were unscathed enough to press the unlock button and pop the trunk open. The two of you sat yourselves in the empty space of the trunk, making sure to face each other so it was easier to fix your hands.
“Son of a motherfuck-!” Your teeth clenched together as the water poured over your hands, taking some of the blood and gravel with it as it flowed onto the ground. “God, that’s so much worse than I thought it was,” you admitted, forcing yourself to laugh. Several small, deep cuts littered your palms.
“I’m gonna have to put pressure on this,” he pointed out. You nodded, confirming you were ready, and for him to get it over with. The thick pads of gauze pressed into your left hand, sandwiched between yours and Arin’s. His free hand brought the wrapping around your wrist and winding around the rest of your hand. The burning pain continued as he wrapped the other one.
“What a fun night.” Arin glanced up at you, seeming to smile a bit at your sad attempt at a joke. When the last of the bandages were properly fastened, you flexed your fingers to test their limits. It wasn’t very much. “Do you want to talk about this? Or would you rather we just go our separate ways and pretend like none of this happened?”
“I mean, considering I basically chased you out here, I’d say it’s safe to assume I want to know what the hell’s going on.”
“You and me both,” you scoffed, shaking your head.
“I really thought you were dead or something, and now I’m sitting in your car with you after you worked one of my events, like… what the fuck is- what happened to you?”
“God, where do I even begin…”
Exact details were difficult to remember. You tried to give him the bullet points, telling him how your parents sent you to your aunt’s, how you were never allowed to contact anyone but your aunt and those in your new school after you arrived, your aunt’s resentment towards you, her sudden death while you were away at college… the most difficult part to piece together was the truth about what your parents had done, and why they had done it.
You tracked the emotions that passed over Arin’s face while you rambled on about your life story. The confusion, the sympathy, the anger… none of this would’ve happened had your parents just waited three years for you to move out.
“They lied to everybody and cut you off from everyone that gave a shit about you just so they could live out their bullshit dreams of living without kids in fucking Europe? That’s actually fucking disgusting. They had a funeral for you. I grieved your fucking death. That’s a huge part of why I moved here a while after that. I couldn’t be there anymore because of what happened. I-...”
“They had a funeral?”
The look on his face was painful to see. His expression seemed somewhat far-off, as if he was reliving those moments in his head.
“It was probably one of the worst days of my life,” he admitted. Tears started to well up in his eyes. Both of you were snapped out of your confusion and sorrow by the sudden buzzing coming from Arin’s pocket. You could hear the words ‘fucking kidding me’ muttered under his breath as he read the text. “There’s bad traffic. We have to leave early so we can make it to our next show on time.”
“Where is it?”
“Albuquerque. It’s tomorrow night, but we have a lot of prep and shit to do during the day.”
“I can be there,” you blurted out. The words were out before you had the chance to think about what you were saying. “Nope, nevermind. That’s fucking weird. Shouldn’t have said that, that’s-”
“It’s a seven hour drive, I can’t let you do that. You just worked over twelve hours.”
“Wait… you’re not like, weirded out that I said that?”
“I’m kind of weirded out by a lot right now, but getting more time with you is the best thing I can imagine right now.”
“Ok, um… maybe I can find a flight? It’s pretty last minute, I don’t know if I’d be able to get there-”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll find you a flight and pay for the ticket. You worry about packing what you need to bring. Actually, shit, we have a day between tomorrow’s show and the one after that. If you have the next two days off we could… here, I’ll give you my number so we can talk more about this. I have to get back to the bus, but I really want to see you in Albuquerque tomorrow.” His last few sentences were rushed as he wrote his number on a strip of gauze with a sharpie he had in his pocket. “I’m glad you’re alive, (Y/N).”
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Long Way From Home [Part Four] | Arin Hanson X Reader
Dan manages to make your night even worse. He wants to make it up to you, but you need to leave before Arin can see you
Word count: 796
You were practically drenched with water. For a moment, it didn’t even process. Once it did, however, you all but exploded on the guy.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! You’re not even supposed to have water on the god damn stage! Can you not-”
“I am so fucking sorry. I really didn’t mean to, I should’ve been watching where I was going. The stage crew said the water was fine. I’m really sorry,” the man responded frantically. You looked up at him, seething, but the moment you realized who it was, your anger turned to embarrassment.
“You know what? It’s fine. I forget we have exceptions sometimes. You’re fine. I need to go deal with this,” you choked out, trying to find a way out before anyone but the curly haired man in front of you had the chance to get a good look at you.
“Here, take my jacket. I doubt you guys have towels and shit here,” Dan offered. You wanted to say no, but before you could, the jacket was already pressed against your arm.
“Dude, seriously. I can handle myself!” you quickly pushed his hand away, and your hand got caught in the chain of your necklace, the force of your push snapping it and sending it flying a few feet away from you. “Look, I’ve had a weird fucking day, and you are not helping. I’m soaked, and now my necklace is broken. Just leave me alone, please.”
“Hey, Dan, we’re all ready to go.” Fuck. You quickly turned away from the new voice, crouching down to pick up the dog tag and broken chain.
“Yea, just a second, man. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make it up to you? What’s your name? I’ll do anything, really,” Dan offered one final time. At this point you were desperate to just leave before Arin noticed your face.
“It’s (Y/N), and I’m positive. I just want to fix my necklace and go home.”
“Ok. I’m sorry about everything.” You heard their footsteps receding, and breathed a sigh of relief. You were too tired to cry about the necklace, even though you felt like you would. Learning more about the horrible things your parents did, dealing with the whole Arin situation… it was a lot. You placed the necklace on the table offstage while you took off your soaking wet jacket. Footsteps got closer to you. You hoped it was only Maggie or Aiden asking you for a ride.
“Hey, um, I know you’re probably sick of us right now, probably mostly Dan. I just wanted to offer to get a replacement chain for your necklace. I don’t exactly know what happened, but I feel bad that your night seems kinda ruined because of it.” Arin’s voice was soft and kind. It caught you off guard. You thought he had left.
“It’s not a big deal. I can get a replacement for it tomorrow. The whole day has been weird, so it wasn’t just Dan that kinda fucked it over. You don’t have to do anything. It’s ok,” you reassured him, distracting yourself by folding your jacket on the table. He was oddly quiet for a moment. Your anxiety rose to a level that you hadn’t felt in almost twenty years. You heard a set of keys jingle behind you, followed by more silence.
“...what did you say your name was again?” he asked slowly. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye, and tilted your head ever so slightly to see what it was. He had picked up your dog tag and was holding next to the one attached to his keyring. In a moment of panic, you snatched it out of his hand, grabbed your jacket, and walked away as quickly as you could, giving him some bullshit excuse about being late for dinner.
The confused looks on your coworkers’ faces felt like daggers as you swiftly moved past them. All of your energy was focused on ignoring the man calling out to you as you ran out to the parking lot.
It felt like the world’s hardest puzzle trying to find the right key on your key ring, and the fact that you were walking across a dark, somewhat busy parking lot didn’t do anything to help you. On any normal night, you’d be able to step over cracks and potholes without looking at the ground. Tonight, however, your foot caught on an uneven patch of pavement, and you crashed to the ground not even five feet away from your car.
You forced yourself to sit up, the new scrapes all over your body sending crashing waves of pain through your body. In that moment, all you could bring yourself to do was cry.
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Long Way From Home [Part Three] | Arin Hanson X Reader
You learn some important information during the Game Grumps Live Q&A session
Word count: 1165
It wasn’t even halfway into the event when you decided that Game Grumps Live was officially your favorite event that you’ve ever worked. It was essentially just two grown ass men playing Mario games with each other and the occasional fans. You had been so invested in the game play that the voice coming through your headset startled you.
“Hey, (Y/N), we are gonna need an extra mic down here,” Aiden stated. You jumped a bit at the unexpected sound, taking a moment to scramble to find the ‘talk’ button on your mic pack.
“Thanks. Throw some batteries into green. Let me know when they actually need it on.”
The two of them got some pretty funny questions, and of course, gave equally as funny answers. There were a few questions about Ninja Sex Party and Starbomb, which were apparently bands that they were involved with. The fans seemed really excited about everything that they did. Every answer, no matter how ridiculous, seemed to be an amazing one in the eyes of the audience. Some of their questions were more serious, and almost all of those were directed towards Dan, but when it finally came to the last question of the night, your feelings shifted from happy to… you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
The fan who asked seemed to be a teenager, judging by the pitch of their voice. They seemed a bit shy, but very excited to be able to talk to the men on the stage.
“Hi, um, my name is Kade, and my question is for Arin. Uh, what do you miss the most about Florida? Like, what’s your favorite memory from when you lived there?” You froze. It’s just an odd coincidence, right? He could be from Jacksonville for all you know. It couldn’t be him. Your focus was suddenly glued to Arin.
“Oh, wow. Let’s see, uh… you guys mind if I get serious for a second? This is sort of sad in a way,” Arin admitted, waiting for a positive response from his audience. When he received it, he continued. “So, for those of you that don’t know, I only went to high school for two years before my mom pulled me out, and I got my GED later. Anyways, before that, I had this one friend that I spent a lot of time with both during and outside of school. They were awesome. They put up with all of my nerdy crap, always went with me to buy games and Pokemon cards. The last day I ever saw them, we went to the mall in Wellington, and I really wasn’t a fan of malls. I’m still not, but the game store they had released Neo Destiny sooner than my local game stores, so we went there. I bought a shit ton of packs, and we went through them together, and I pulled a motherfucking foil Dark Espeon.”
The crowd erupted into cheers as he mentioned the card, but every inch of your face felt like it was on fire. When did you stop breathing?
“Right, right? Fantastic pull. I still have that card, too. So I pulled that, I was excited as hell, they were excited for me, even though they knew jack shit about Pokemon. We ate lunch, and they really just wanted to leave, but I- okay, so when I was younger I was really into like, cheesy tourist type stuff. I do still do that, but not for the place that I live, obviously. For whatever reason, I did for my hometown for awhile. So, as we were leaving I saw this machine- you know those machines where you can make, like, custom dog tags and shit? It was one of those. We both got one, and it was my initials, their initials, the next line said ‘Espeon’ because I had just made the world’s greatest pull at the time, and then 2002, which was the year. It’s on my keychain, I can post a picture of it later. Anyways, it was such a good fucking day, one of my favorite days of my childhood ever, but, um… the night after that, their parents reported them missing. Uh… I never got to see them again. They just sort of disappeared. They were my favorite part of Florida, even though the ending to that story isn’t good by any means. That probably wasn’t the answer you wanted, but yea. (Y/N) was the best thing about Florida for me.”
“Alright, well that’s all the time we have tonight, you guys have been a wonderful audience! Thank you so much!”
Maggie ran over to your side of the booth to turn off the microphones and play the music you had been given to use as they left the stage. She shook you to snap you out of the trance that you were in.
“Hey! Hey!! Snap out of it! What the hell is up with you? You missed the cue!” she pushed urgently.
“Fuck, sorry. I don’t know what happened, I just spaced out, I guess,” you lied, trying to get a better grip on your surroundings.
“Let’s get everyone on stage for strike. Maggie, I’ll keep you up there until house is empty, then you can swap power down to stage and shut down the music.” The voice coming through your headset was that of your boss. Maggie reached her button before you could remember where yours was.
“Got it, (Y/N)’s on the way down,” she replied, waving her hands at you in a way that told you to go. You removed your headset and made your way down to the stage, praying to whatever deity you could that you wouldn’t run into Arin.
There were still quite a few people left in the audience when you got down there. The music was louder on the stage than it was in the booth, forcing everyone to raise their voices to speak to each other.
“Aiden! What’s the plan?” you asked your coworker, practically having to shout so he could hear you.
“Stool, mics, and stands! Everything else is theirs! Wait until they’re done with their stuff to fly out the screen!” You nodded in response, Swerving around the rest of the crews, both yours and theirs, to get to the sound closet.
Everything was packed up pretty quickly. You found a rhythm to striking the stage and kept to it, flying through the motions without a second thought. The music had been off for a few minutes by the time you were able to fly out the projector screen.
“Screen going out!” you yelled, making sure everyone on stage steered clear of the large and now moving screen. You locked it up and decided to make one more trip to the sound closet to make sure it was locked before clocking out. Before you could turn around to leave, someone crashed into you with an open bottle of water.
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Long Way From Home [Part Two] | Arin Hanson X Reader
A new client books the theatre you work at, and you discover that it’s a group of Youtubers that you had never heard of. You reveal to your coworker a bit about your past
Word count: 850
Your footsteps echoed through the theatre, the chatter of your coworkers filling the otherwise empty space. Questions filled your mind as you made your way into the tech booth, where another one of your coworkers was setting up lights.
“Well, well, well. Look who's here. You’re never usually late to a shift,” she joked, eyes still focused on the monitor in front of her.
“I’m two minutes early,” you noted, glancing at the clock on the wall behind her. You set your bag down with a thud and carefully put your coffee on the table in the back of the room.
“Which, going by your track record, means you’re at least three minutes late.” Her teasing caused you to roll your eyes. “Clients should be here in about thirty. They’re gonna need a quick mic check, and I’m pretty sure they’ll keep the two on the whole time. That may change, though. We’ll see. They said there may be a Q&A thing depending on time.”
“Pink and blue. They actually asked if we had color coded mics and to use those ones if we had them.”
“Gotta love oddly specific clients. Who are they again?”
“Shit, uh… I think they’re called Game Grumps? I don’t know. I asked Aiden about it, and I guess they’re Youtubers or something.”
“Oh yay. Crazy fans and pretentious internet personalities. That’ll be a good time.”
The next half hour was spent reminiscing with Maggie about past clients that drove you both up a wall, none of which ever failed to rile the two of you up any time they were mentioned. You had managed to finish the coffee you had brought within that time, resigning to water for the rest of your shift. As the clients started spilling onto the stage, you put your headphones on, and a voice came through almost instantly.
“You ready for a mic check up there?” Your coworker’s voice sounded crackly through the com system.
“Totally. let’s start with blue,” you replied, seating yourself in front of the sound system. You watched out the window of the booth as the blue microphone was handed over to one of the clients. He was fairly tall, probably six foot, and had a mess of long, curly hair. It was hard to make out much else, given your distance from him. You turned on the god mic so you could speak to him.
“Alright blue mic, let’s test you out,” you instructed, your voice echoing through the theatre.
“Uh, test 1-2, test, Arin has a tiny penis, 1-2 inches, test test.” The phrases he chose made you laugh along with the rest of the people onstage, your giggles being picked up by the god mic.
“Ok, thank you blue mic. Pink mic, you’re up.” The man standing next to him took the pink one from Aiden. He was about the same height as the first guy, with a beard, and his brown hair had a streak of blonde on one side.
“Test test, I do not have a tiny penis, Dan is just projecting his insecurities onto me. Test.” You laughed once again, telling yourself to take note on their names to make the rest of the event easier.
“Thank you, Dan and Arin. How do you spell that, by the way? Two ‘a’s?”
“Uh, A-R-I-N,” the man holding the pink microphone responded.
“Thank you. Y’all are free to go,” you announced. The second you turned off the god mic, a crumpled up piece of paper hit you in the shoulder.
“You’re totally a fan of them, aren’t you?” Maggie inquired, a smirk taking over her expression. You rolled your eyes at her.
“I literally have no idea who they are.”
“Then what’s with that stupid smile and grabbing your necklace?”
You never would’ve noticed had she not mentioned it. You relaxed your face and let go of the dog tag around your neck, a small wave of embarrassment overcoming you.
“He just reminded me of someone,” you offered vaguely. You weren’t sure whether or not your thoughts in that moment hurt, or if they were truly as happy as you felt they were.
“Ok, now you have to tell me.”
“It’s just… some guy I knew in high school. My parents forced me to move up here to live with my aunt when I was like 15 because they wanted to move to Europe or whatever but couldn’t afford to while also raising a kid. They told me it was for school, but I figured it out later. Anyways, this kid Arin was my only friend back in Florida, and I never got to say goodbye, and… he spelled his name the same way. We both made these dog tags the day before I moved. It was almost twenty years ago, so...” you explained, twirling the necklace around in your hand, stopping to show Maggie the design.
“Espeon? Like the Pokemon?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s another story. I’ll tell you later. Right now, I need to find out who I have to ask about those extra mics they might need.”
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Long Way From Home [Part One] | Arin Hanson X Reader
You and your best (and only) high school friend, Arin, spend a day together at the new mall in your hometown. Your parents give you earth shattering news that turns your world upside down
Word count: 1670
The tires of your bike propelled you forward, the occasional rock crunching below its weight. Your legs pedaled as fast as they could, fueled by your determination to beat him to your destination. There was no way he could catch up to you in time.
“Slow down! You’re already winning!”
“No chance, Hanson!”
Two sets of tires skidded to a stop in front of the mall in your hometown of Wellington, Florida. It hadn’t even been a year since the mall was built, and it was already riddled with tourist trap crap. There were machines at every turn for little trinkets and souvenirs. Pressed pennies, cheesy keychains, and dad hats. You thought it was a bit cringy, but for whatever reason, Arin loved it.
“Alright, (Y/N), lunch or Pokemon card hunt first?” Arin looked at you as he asked the question, waiting for your answer before entering the building. You adjusted the strap of your backpack to prevent it from further slipping off of your shoulder.
“Cards. That way you can open them and brag about it while we eat. You did remember to bring your sleeves, right?”
“In my pocket. I didn’t bring that many, though. I probably won’t get any rares.”
“Fingers crossed. Alright, let’s go.”
The mall was busy, as it was practically every weekend since it opened. The two of you swerved through crowds, around slow walkers and even managed to dodge the few seemingly unattended children that ran a million miles an hour in your direction. As you approached the game store, you crossed your fingers, hoping you could find what you were looking for.
Arin bolted directly inside and to the card display before you even had a chance to set foot inside. It wasn’t hard to find him when you finally did. The large sign advertising the new Pokemon: Neo Destiny release was practically a beacon for finding your friend. He already had at least seven packs in his hands by the time you found him.
“Dear christ, Arin. You know you can’t buy out the whole store, right?” you laughed, gesturing to the packs of cards in his hands.
“It’s only ten packs!” he said defensively, grabbing one last pack. You shook your head, unable to help the smile that crept onto your face.
With pockets full of new Pokemon cards, Arin followed you to the food court. Both of you had agreed that it would be best if you took your food to one of the tables outside, and after receiving your orders, did just that. As Arin placed the food onto the table, you removed a small box from your backpack and slid it across the table to him, the Pokeball design slightly scratched from it.
“Ok, fingers crossed. Crack ‘em open, Hanson,” you prompted, taking the hot fries out of their container and cautiously biting into them. The look of excitement on his face was one that you wouldn’t trade for the world.
The first half was nothing to brag about. Almost every card was a common, with some neat looking holofoils mixed in. The next four packs after that revealed a number of low-level rares, all of which ended up getting sleeved just in case. Then there was the last pack.
“Holy shit! Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me?! Yo!!” Arin practically screamed, a look of amazement plastered on his face as he stared at the card in his hand. His free hand ran through his hair as he let out an excited laugh.
“Wanna share with the class there, bud?” Your voice held a tinge of amusement. Seeing him that excited never ceased to be one of your favorite things in the world.
“I got a foil Dark fucking Espeon! Holy fucking Christ!” He scrambled wildly to find a sleeve to put the card in, his frantic movements turning into careful, precise ones as he slipped the card into one.
“Good pull, Hanson! God damn, nice work.”
“That’s fucking awesome. Oh my god, I can’t believe I pulled that. That’s amazing.” You did have to admit, the shine of the foil did make it look super cool.
“Alright, mission accomplished, fantastic pull made. You gonna eat or what?” you asked, placing the now full box of Pokemon cards back in the backpack. You gathered up the empty card packs and threw them away as Arin finally started eating his lunch.
You were finally about to head out after he had finished eating, but before you could even see your bikes, Arin grabbed your arm to prevent you from walking any further.
“Look! They have one of those machines where you can make your own dog tags!” You looked in the direction that he was now pointing and, sure enough, he was right. You sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.
“Arin, no. It’s cheesy tourist crap. I’m not doing that.” You tried to take a step forward, but he just pulled you back.
“Come on, please? Perfect ending to a perfect day. Think of how cool it would be to have dog tags with our names on them! Please, (Y/N), I promise I’ll never ask for anything like this again. Just this once, I promise,” he pleaded. You so desperately wanted to say no, that it was most likely cheap metal that would rust or break within a week, but as he always did in moments like these, he was boring a hole into your soul with those damn eyes of his, and you couldn’t resist.
“Damn it. Fine, but just this once, and only because of the Espeon,” you relented, still trying to hold even a shred of sternness. Still keeping a hold on your arm, he bolted over to the machine and began digging around for coins in his pockets. You took the handful of quarters you always kept in a small pocket of your backpack and handed them to him.
“Ok, uh, what should I put on it?”
“Didn’t you just say you wanted your name on it like, three seconds ago?”
“I mean, yea, but I want this to be perfect. I don’t know if just my name and a little picture of a palm tree would be cool enough.”
“Here, let me do mine first,” you offered, moving in front of the machine. The quarters clinked as they disappeared inside, and the machine whirred to life. You typed out what you wanted to be on the tag, making sure to hide the display from Arin until you were finished. The machine went to work carving the letters and image into the metal, and dropping it into the dispenser once it was done.
Arin got to it before you did, reaching into the slot and bringing it closer to himself to read it.
He laughed as he read it, rubbing his thumb over the little carved palm tree under the lettering.
“Well?” you asked, smiling at his apparent amusement with your inscription choice. He nodded and handed the small piece of metal to you.
“That’s perfect. I’m doing that, too.” Taking a step back, you dramatically gestured to the machine, allowing him to make his own. Once the tag clattered out of the machine, he picked it up and inspected it before proudly turning it towards you, revealing an exact replica of the design you had used. “Now we match.”
“Yes we do. Alright, I really need to head home. Let’s go.”
The front door to your house closed quietly behind you. Something was up. Usually, your parents would still be at work at this point in the day, but for whatever reason, both of them were home. You walked into the kitchen to get yourself some water, when your mom called you into her bedroom.
“Hi,” you said cautiously, not sure what to expect. The two of them both sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly waiting for you set your nerves on edge.
“Come sit down. We have something to tell you.” Your dad gestured to a chair sitting across from them as he spoke. You sat down, expecting the worst.
“What’s going on?”
“I know this is going to be hard for you, but your mother and I agree that it would be the best thing for you.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“You’re going to move to Arizona with your au-”
“Arizona?! What? Mom, what is he talking about?”
“Your aunt has an extra room in her house, and there’s a really good high school there for you. I promise you’ll like it there.”
“I don’t know anyone there! It’s hard enough for me to make friends here, let alone in a completely new place!”
“We understand that, but a good education is worth it.”
“Arin will be fine without you. Now, we need this to happen as soon as possible, so you’ll fly out first thing tomorrow with your essentials, and we’ll send the rest of your things as soon as…”
Your mom’s words suddenly sounded like you were hearing them from the inside of a glass jar as you tried to process this. You knew things were bad for the three of you, but not bad enough to send you across the country. How the hell could they afford to move you away like this when they could hardly put food on the table on a consistent basis? How could they send you away from the only friend you had without giving you a chance to say goodbye?
“You’ll tell him, right? That I say goodbye, and I’ll miss him, and that I’m sorry. You’ll tell him?” Your words were strained, every ounce of energy being spent on trying not to break down then and there. Your parents exchanged a look, but through your foggy eyes, you couldn’t tell what it was about.
“We will. If I were you, I’d pack for tomorrow so you don’t have to worry about it when you wake up.”
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Down In Flames [Part Three] | Arin Hanson X Reader
Arin knows something is up
Word count: 724
The light knock on your window caught your attention, almost stopping your emotional crisis in its tracks. The familiar face you saw on the other side of the window made your heart leap into your throat, pounding harder than you ever previously thought it could. Your hand hesitantly drifted over to the window button and opened it, giving what was definitely an unconvincing smile.
“You should come inside,” Arin suggested softly. Your eyes were still watery, and he was blurry, but you could still see the look of concern in his eyes. Every bone in your body wanted to say that you were fine, that you had turned on the air conditioning and it had blown dust into your eyes, but you knew there was no way out of this. After a deep breath and one final attempt at clearing your eyes before the keys were pulled out of the ignition, you followed behind him into his house.
He didn’t ask many questions. Not at first, anyways. He offered you a cup of hot chocolate, which you took, and what your current favorite show was so he could put it on for the two of you to watch. Aside from the TV, it was quiet. Neither of you really said anything. Both of you were seated on opposite sides of the couch from one another. The cats pranced around you a bit, wondering why there was someone new in their house. You didn’t want to leave. You dreaded the moment that you had to, but after five episodes, you’d started to feel like you were beginning to overstay your welcome.
“I think I sh-”
“I know you’re not okay, (Y/N).”
You froze, eyes locked onto his. He seemed worried. Really worried, but there was no way he could really know, right? Think, think. What could you tell him?
“Adobe kept freezing all day while I was trying to edit, and I did what I could, but it was frustrating as all hell, and I don’t even know if anything actually saved properly, a-”
“Not just today. I know something like that wouldn’t be enough to drive you to having a breakdown in your car. You’ve been off almost all week. You’ve been spacey, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I saw you eat anything. What’s really wrong?” Arin pushed. His head was tilted ever so slightly to the side, his body now shifted to face you rather than the now silent TV. Once again, you were overwhelmed, and the tears came flooding back.
“Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Arin. I tried so hard not to let it affect me, I really did. It’s too much. I have nowhere to go, I don’t even get the chance to sleep well anymore. The whole thing is just making me so paranoid. I don’t know what I’m gonna do…” You trailed off, realizing that you were starting to rant.
“Um… do you uh… do you remember that apartment fire a few days ago? The really big one that like, burned the whole complex down? We drove past it when we went to get sushi with Jory that one day?”
“Fuck, you didn’t live there, did you?”
“Not anymore, clearly. I haven’t really been able to find a new place yet, and-”
“Who have you been staying with?”
“Uh, no one, actually… I’ve sort of been, sleeping in my um… in my car…”
“Holy shit, why didn’t you tell anyone? You know I can’t let you do that anymore, right? You’re sleeping in my guest room.”
“This is exactly why I didn’t tell anyone. I don’t want to become something for anyone else to worry about. I can’t stay, Arin.”
“You cannot keep living out of your car, especially if you haven’t found a place. Fuck knows how long it’ll take you to get approved even if you do. Just stay here at least for tonight. Please. I can’t let you leave knowing this.”
The look in his eyes was one of desperation. Even if he hadn’t said anything, his eyes were pleading with you to stay.
“One night, but that’s it, ok? That’s all I’m willing to do, and I promise I’ll figure something else out before tomorrow night.”
“Thank you, that’s all I ask.”
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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.
“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.
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Distractions [Part 1] | Arin Hanson X Reader
Arin rarely calls you. Why was he suddenly calling you in the middle of the night?
Word count: 569
Why you were at your most productive at the most ungodly hours of the night, you’d never truly know. Maybe it was the feeling of being truly by yourself, able to be uninterrupted by the hustle and bustle of the daytime, or even the calming darkness of the night, leaving you to create your own light. Either way, it was 3 in the morning, and you were still typing away at your computer, wondering which synonym for the word ‘said’ sounded least obnoxious in the line of dialogue you were working on.
Your fingers tapped on your desk, following the rhythm of the song you were listening to for what was probably the hundredth or so time in the past 24 hours, when you heard another noise. Your phone was ringing. Great, another telemarketer attempting to wake you up so you can buy their knockoff weight loss pills.
As you stood up from your desk to grab your phone and put it on silent, you were surprised to see that it wasn’t a random number, and took a second to read the contact name.
“You’re up late,” you teased, answering the phone with slight confusion. You heard a small breathy chuckle on the other end.
“Yea, I guess I am.” Arin sounded tired, like he hadn’t slept in a long time.
“What’s up? You don’t usually call this late, or… ever really. Is everything ok?”
“Uh… not really, to be completely honest. I’ve been stressed to hell lately and things just keep piling up and… it’s like, as soon as I deal with one problem there’s ten more waiting for me. It feels like a never ending pile of bullshit and responsibility and I just don’t know how I’m supposed to realistically deal with all of it. I’m starting to panic and… mostly I think I’m just, I think I’m just scared…” His voice trailed off as he finished the small and frankly sudden rant, leaving you to process everything he had told you.
You’d seen a lot of things get to Arin before, but none of them had been this big. It was always a video game, or some other minor subject, but never seemingly life itself.
“Have you told anyone else about this?”
“No. I wanted to talk to Dan about it, but I feel like he’ll just try to fix it, and I don’t want that. I want like, support, or a distraction, fuck, even just to exist as a person and not a boss for awhile. I love this job, I really do, but it’s a lot sometimes.”
“Ok, well… do you know which of those you’d rather have right now? I don’t quite know what I could do as far as distracting or supporting you, but I can definitely try,” you offered. He became worryingly silent for a few seconds, hopefully trying to decide what it was that he needed.
“Both? I guess a distraction would count as support at this point.”
“Alright, well, let’s see what I can do. Would you wanna just talk? Obviously not about work related stuff. I’ve got a few projects I can tell you about.” His momentary silence was almost painful, deafening to experience on that moment. Every lull in the conversation made you more anxious. You’d never known him to be this way, and all you wanted was to make sure that he was alright.
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Down In Flames [Part One] | Arin Hanson X Reader
You thought your life was made. You had the perfect job, amazing friends, and had finally settled into a happy living space in L.A., but all of it manages to fall apart in one afternoon.
Word count: 597
Laughter rumbled through the office, able to be heard several rooms away. A smile crept into your face as you finished typing out an email that you probably should’ve responded to days ago. You heard Dan yell something about putting sugar into a gallon of mustard. There was never a dull day at the Grumps office, especially when they were recording 10 Minute Power Hour episodes.
After a few minutes had passed, Tucker, Dan, Arin, and Ross left the Power Hour room giggling to themselves, Dan wiping what at least looked reminiscent of teriyaki sauce off of his left cheek, then shoving said towel in Arin’s face. God, they’re ridiculous. You shook your head and finally hit send on that email before getting up to get yourself some water.
“I take it you guys had a good time in there,” you teased as you passed them, poking Dan in the shoulder.
“I’m sure you’ll struggle to focus editing THAT one,” he laughed. You laughed in return, continuing on your mission for hydration. The kitchen was almost empty, aside from Vernon, Ally, and now you. You caught small bits of their conversation as you reached into the fridge to find what you were looking for, when they suddenly both got silent. Vernon whispered a surprised “oh fuck” a second later.
“Is everything ok?” Ally inquired, clear concern in her voice. You stood up straight and closed the fridge door, wanting to make sure he was alright before you went back to your desk.
“No, yea, I’m fine. It’s uh, an apartment building a few blocks away like, practically burned to the ground this morning. They’re saying it might be arson,” he replied. He scrolled through what you assumed to be a news article about it, his face getting more and more horrified as he read.
“God, that’s fucked up. What news site is that on?” Ally asked, obviously wanting to find out for herself. You tried not to make it obvious that you were listening, resorting to looking through a random cupboard for nothing in particular to avoid suspicion.
“Uh, KTLA. Lotta people died. This is fucked, man.” You took into mind what Vernon had told her, hearing all you needed to know to find the rest out on your own, and exited the kitchen.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, the anxiety you were suddenly given growing more and more as you typed the website into your browser. It was the top story. You prayed to every deity you could think of in the hopes that your fears wouldn’t be true.
BREAKING NEWS: L.A. APARTMENT FIRE KILLS 7, INJURES 13. ARSON SUSPECTED
‘On the morning of September 17th, 20XX, the Ridgeview Apartments near downtown Los Angeles were found to be engulfed in flames, and reported to 911 by an anonymous caller. As of 2:37 p.m., the raging fire has been put out, and an investigation is now underway. Preliminary investigation says that it may be a result of arson. 13 of the residents of this apartment complex have been injured, 6 of which were sent to the hospital in critical condition, while 7 others were killed. Updates to come.’
Some part of you wanted to scream, or cry, or punch a wall, do anything but just sit there, but that’s all you did. Sat there, trying to process what you were reading. Trying to come to terms with your new reality, that that’s your apartment. At least, it was. What the hell were you gonna do?
“Hey, (Y/N), you up for lunch?”
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Staring At the Stars [Part One] | Arin Hanson X Reader
Arin’s voice is absolutely breathtaking. What will he think when he hears yours?
Word count: 1,217
Your voice was groggy as you answered the phone, your eyes still closed to avoid letting in the sunlight that was spilling into your room. Who the hell calls this early on a weekend?
“Did you just wake up? You do remember that the recording session is now, right?” The voice on the other end had a hint of annoyance, and something that seemed like concern. In your tired state, it took you a few seconds to register who had called.
“Shit, are you serious? I’m on my way. I must’ve forgotten to set my alarm. I’ll be there in 15. Promise,” you apologized frantically, throwing your comforter practically across the room as you tried to locate clothes to quickly put on. Jeans, shirt, socks. The phone was tossed onto the bed and hung up before your best friend ever had a chance to respond. Cursing yourself for being late, you grabbed your car keys, threw on a pair of boots that were sitting by your front door, and ran to your car.
Dan, Arin, and Brian had invited a few people from the Grumps office to the recording of the final Starbomb album, Tryforce. You have no idea how you made the final cut, but you were invited nonetheless. You let your mind wander a bit as you made your way through the (thankfully) light morning traffic.
Even though you’d only ever once admitted it, you had always had a soft spot for Arin. He had such a warm energy about him, always so inviting and sweet. At some point during the two years that you had been working with him, the two of you had made a habit of bringing in each others’ coffee orders in the mornings, sometimes with arguably shitty puns written on the side of the cups. The sharpie that sat in your center console served that exact purpose.
As you pulled up to the recording studio, you could see that there was only one spot left, and it was as far from the entrance as you could possibly get. Fun. Your car creaked to a stop in the parking space, and you bolted into the studio as fast as you could.
“You’re alive!” Ross joked, turning in his seat to look at you. He laughed a bit to himself as you rolled your eyes and sat in the chair next to him. “Arin told me to give this to you.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you read the pun that was written in purple marker on your coffee cup.
What sound does a sleeping T-rex make? A dino-snore!
As you took a sip of the now room temperature coffee, you heard the happily familiar voice of Dan doing a mic check before confirming that he was ready to start. Silence engulfed the studio for a moment, and then it began.
Welcome to the Mario Par-tay!
The vibe of the song took you by surprise. The auto-tune hit you in a way that got you instantly excited, and it wasn’t even five seconds into the song. Almost subconsciously, your head started bobbing to the rhythm of the music. Once Arin started on his part, you were completely entranced. Your eyes locked onto him, your body still moving a bit to the music.
1, 2, 3, let’s-a go
It’s your boy M-A-R to the I, to the O
Welcome ya to my big ass fuckin house up in the hills
You can get through the gate if you got the dolla bills
His focus was completely centered on the paper in front of him, hands moving with every word that came out of his mouth. The few strands of hair that were just too short for him to pull back swayed a bit with his movements, still perfectly framing his face, bits of blonde mixed in with the brown locks. It was always amazing to watch him perform. It never got old, seeing him in this zone that he seemed to get to so easily. The sheer focus in his eyes was enchanting.
“You’re staring again,” the Australian next to you teased, shaking your chair a bit in an attempt to snap you out of your trance. You sat up straight and cleared your throat, slightly glaring at Ross. The smirk on his face gave you the all but overwhelming urge to smack him out of his seat.
“Shut up before I slap you into the third week of next July,” you threatened. You took another drink of your coffee, trying as hard as you could not to fall back into Arin’s trance.
“Why don’t you just tell him? You two have great chemistry already. Even if he did say no, it’s not like he’s gonna hate you or something. It’ll just be the same as it is now for you guys, and I know you can’t complain about that.”
Sometimes you hate the fact that you ever told Ross about your feelings about Arin, because most of the time, he was right. Bastard.
You looked back at the man that you’ve fallen for, and for a brief moment, his eyes met yours. You felt your mouth form into a smile, his mimicking the action before his focus returned to the lyrics. Damn it, he’s attractive. Maybe he would want to… no. He hasn’t given you any reason that he’d want to date you. It was best not to make assumptions about stuff like that.
“I am okay with where we’re at right now. I don’t want to take any chances that might screw this up. I’m good.”
As the song wrapped up, you could see the focus in Arin’s eyes turn to what looked like relief. Dan called for a quick break, allowing Arin to take off his headphones and come into the room that you and Ross were occupying.
“Hey, I didn’t think you were gonna make it,” he admitted, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs near you.
“Yea, I’m really sorry. I forgot to set my alarm, and I didn’t have time to grab your coffee, so I’m sorry about that too. I’ll make it up to you, though. Promise.” The words spilled out of your mouth anxiously, but he didn’t seem upset by any of it.
“Well we’re actually all probably going out for dinner after we wrap up here, so how about you make it up tonight?” he suggested.
“Uh yea, I can absolutely do that, sure,” you smiled, subconsciously tapping your fingers on the arm of the chair. “In the meantime, do you want me to get you a water or something?”
“I’m okay, thanks though. Oh hey, there are some sandwiches over there, I don’t know if you noticed, and we have a shit ton extra because apparently Jory doesn’t know how much food it takes to feed anything less than three villages.” You laughed at his comment, promising you’d take him up on the offer as you hadn’t eaten breakfast yet. It was then that Brian called Arin back in. “I don’t really know how long this’ll all be, but I know it’s likely to be at least a few hours. I’ll try to make it as entertaining as I can.” He winked, and with that, disappeared back into the other room.
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you know this isn’t real, right?
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.
...i’ll stay as long as you need, my love.
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Big is Beautiful | Arin Hanson x Chubby!Reader
Synopsis : During another emotional depression about your weight, Arin comforts you in the best way he knows how.
Type : Fluff and comfort.
Pairing : Arin Hanson x Chubby!Reader
A/N : Being a chubby person myself, I thought it'd be nice to write a comfort drabble for those of us who are a bit fluffier than everyone else. That doesn't make us less loveable or less valuable. Everyone has worth. I honestly hope this helps and makes someones day. :) enjoy!
Yet again you found yourself face to face with your greatest enemy, the mirror.
You've always hated mirrors growing up, as it never ceased to pick out and confirm your insecurities. No matter what angle you tried all you saw was fat. The dark matter of depression only ate at you more and more as this went on.
Thankfully, you were alone in the house. You didnt want Arin or anyone else to see you pathetic and crying over this. Especially not Arin. Eventually, you wiped your tears and grabbed one of Arin's hoodies. Arin being the hunky tall noodle he is, his clothes always swallowed you up and made you feel alot more comfortable.
The feeling was still there when his hoodie enveloped you, making you feel much smaller than you were. Just as you flipped the hood over your head, the sound of the door shutting and upcoming footsteps could be faintly heard downstairs.
“(Y/N)! Im baaaacccckkk! And ya boy's got Taco Bell~” Arin's voice called from downstairs and grew more prominent as he came upstairs. “(Y/N)?”
“..I'm not hungry.” You simply answer. Your back was turned to the eager man who held the taco bag in one hand. You just couldn't look at him.
“What?” He chuckled a bit in disbelief and approached you. “Are you my (Y/N)? I said I had Taco Bell-”
“And I said I'm not. Hungry.” You snapped.
Arin stood there, taken aback by the sudden attitude. At his silence, you gulped a little and shook your head. “I'm..I'm sorry.”
Furrowing his brows, Arin sat the bag of food down on the bed and approached you fully. He knelt down to get a good look of your face, which was mainly covered by the hood and your dangling hair.
“Is..that my hoodie?” He asked gently, his eyes then peered up at you. Concern was laced in them, which only made the upcoming tears bubble faster.
Arin softened, as he noticed your lip quiver. His lips pursed. Honestly, he never knew what to do in these situations especially when he didn't know what was wrong. He brushed some bangs from your face, which he saw was wet with tears, old and new.
“(Y/N)..” He mumbled, “What's wrong? You can tell me.”
The worry and softness of his words was enough to break you down then. Between broken sobs you ended up explaining how ugly you felt all time, weight considered.
At that moment, he stood up and took a seat beside you before wrapping you in his arms. He brought you to his chest, the warmth of it all grew fondly. “Hey, now..” Arin whispered while he gently rocked you.
He peered down, which brought you to look up. A frown was settled on his face. You were the most important thing in the world to him and the most stunning gift he ever received. To see you break down in front of him made him ache.
“You aren't ugly, (Y/N).” He said, holding you close. “If I didnt know any better, I'd say that you were a goddess~”
You knew what he was doing. Trying to make you smile by saying something so cheesy. Classic Arin. It worked.
You choked out a laugh and shook your head. “Oh really?”
Your reaction brought the smile back to his lips. “Mhm~ You're the most beautiful person I've ever known.”
His words sounded genuine but in your eyes, there was one thing that made it sound not true. You frowned again. “But my..”
“..Oh, (Y/N).” He softly reassured you, “All people come in many shapes and sizes. Its nothing to be ashamed of or anything. I mean, look at me-”
“This ain't about you, Hanson.” You jokingly said, leaning against him. You looked down for a minute, then back up. “You really think so?”
Arin blinked before he nodded and smiled. “I do. Honestly, I wouldn't care what size you were. You'd still be my (Y/N), wouldn't you?”
You gave a look as if you had to think about it, which brought a grin from Arin. “Really?” He rolled his eyes playfully.
A soft snicker left your lips and you hid your face in his chest. “You know I'm joking with you, big guy.”
Arin's chuckle could be heard against your ear along with his heartbeat. He then looked back down. “Soooo, you still want that ta-”
“You know I want that taco bell.”
With a deep burly laugh, Arin playfully ruffled your hair and the both of you ended the night with cuddles and a nice taco dinner.
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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
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.
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.
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What I Write For (2020)
Thirteen Reasons Why
Platonic/Male Reader x Ian Gallagher
Platonic/Male Reader x Mickey Milkovich
Boy Meets World
There could totally be additions to this list! Do not be afraid to request a character that is not on this list for Degrassi. Theres just so many characters that I could never list them all.
My babysitters a Vampire
Jed Eckert (2012)
Matt Eckert (2012)
Robert Morris (1984)
I will do x readers for all and character x character stuff for some! Also, this is subject to change!!
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Holiday Flash Fics: Day 11
Pairing: Arin Hanson x Reader
Prompt: “That #1 Dad sweater isn’t a joke.”
Word Count: 510
Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!
“Here’s another for you, love of my life,” Arin smiled, piling another present on top of your unopened one you already had.
You laughed and set both presents aside, “I’d say I’m shocked there’s more but I saw the amount of bags you were trying to smuggle past me after you went out shopping. But why don’t you open something?” You looked around and spotted the gift you had been anxious to give him for the past few weeks. “Here.”
He took the gift but he set it aside and passed you another present, “Oh, come on. I can open things later.”
“So can I and I have been all morning. It’s your turn,” you urge. “I think you’ll like it. Well, I hope you will. Come on, open it.”
Arin sighed and eyed the pile of presents next to you. You shoved them a little further away and that was enough to get him to take the present back into his lap and he started tugging at the paper.
You chewed your lip as you watched him slowly open the box. A hand unconsciously slipped to your stomach, though as soon as you realized what you did you dropped your hand not wanting to give him any hints.
You watched as he smiled then laughed as he saw the sweater you had gotten him, “Oh, this is good.”
“It is?” you asked hope, swelling in your chest.
“Oh, yeah,” he snorted and held the “#1 Dad” sweater up. He even took a minute to put it on. You were beaming at this point. “Dan is going to get a kick out of this. I’m so wearing this on the next power hour.”
Your smile fell a little as you could tell he thought his gift was a joke. Luckily, you had planned for this. You took the top box of the stack Arin had given you and you opened it. Arin gave a curious look as he realized the gift wasn’t something he bought. It was something you had asked one of your close friends to make because you knew your husband all too well.
You slipped the shirt on and gave Arin a big grin.
“Proof I had sex with Arin Hanson,” he cocked his head a little as his eyes trailed to the arrows pointing at your stomach.
“It gets funnier with time,” you casually mentioned.
A light seemed to go off as he looked from the shirt to the sweater he had on and back. “Is it going to be funnier because you’re going to have a baby bump?” he asked in an excited rush.
You nodded as you started to tear up slightly, “We made a baby, baby.”
Arin shoved presents out of the way so he could tackle you into a hug. You giggled as he kissed all over your face before moving down to your stomach.
“Hey, little one,” he started as he rested his head on your stomach, “It’s your daddy. I just found out you existed and I already love you.”
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