#arin h x reader

[purpleyoonn]

A Bond Made of Love 14

C H A P T E R  14

“I will protect you from all around you. I will be here don’t you cry. For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm… ‘Cause you’ll be in my heart. Yes, you’ll be in my heart. From this day on now and forever more. You’ll be in my heart no matter what they say, you’ll be here in my heart always.”

-Phill Collins

Summary: Your last owner had almost beaten you to death, leaving you at the very shelter he had adopted you from. This time, two tall men walk in, immediately drawn to you as you rested in your small cage. You couldn’t help but become attached, just hoping you wouldn’t be abandoned once again by the idols you grow to love.

Genre: fluff, angst, hybrid, bts idol au, mates, bonding, comfort/hurt, poly relationship,

Pairing: poly idol!bts x hybrid!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: feelings of abandonment, major angst, fluff, polyamory love, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual assault, discrimination, some a/b/o dynamics, smut

Chapter Warnings: smut, fingering, teasing, implied breeding kink, marking kink, praise kink, implied subspace, mc being touch-starved, Jimin loving the taste of mc’s slick, maybe future slick/cum kink?, Jimin being a little hungry and getting carried away, voyerism if you squint, Jin getting lost in the mc, Jimin being such a good baby boy, sub Jimin, dom yoongi, dom jin, sub mc, anal sex, mc needing to feel full, aftercare, jin being the sweetest, slight subspace Jimin, slight overstimulation, 

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Masterlist // Chapter 13 // Chapter 15

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Walking forward, Jin placed you gently in the middle of the bed before stepping back. By now, you could see Jimin only had his boxers on, while Yoongi was moving to lay next to you, his naked body glistening with sweat as he brought his hand down to his dick, moving his hand up and down slowly as he looked at you.

You looked down realizing you were still wearing your shirt, well Hoseok’s shirt. You brought your hands down to pull it off you, your body feeling way too hot but was stopped by Yoongi’s hand.

“No baby. Your job is to just lay here and be loved, okay?” He placed a small kiss on your lips before pulling back. He was resting on his side, hand holding his head up as he watched the other boys. Jimin having trouble removing his boxers due to the accidental orgasm he had in the living room.

“Aww did baby boy make a mess?” Jin raised an eyebrow, moving to hook his fingers into the band of Jimin’s underwear, tugging lightly on it making the younger man let out a whimper.

Your eyes were locked on them, never seeing them like this before. You had seen them kiss, or even mark each other’s neck, but never like this. It had your mouth watering and more slick dripping onto the bed, something Yoongi took notice of.

“Here, let hyung do it.” Jin bent down, kneeling in front of Jimin and helping him out of his boxers. Once you thought Jin was going to stand back up, he brought his hand to Jimin’s dick and took him in his mouth, his nose pressed to Jimin’s pelvic bone before pulling back, licking a stripe up the underside of Jimin’s dick.

A loud whimper left Jimin’s lips, his mouth formed a small ‘o’ as he tried to hold himself back, knowing he wasn’t given permission to touch. He held his hands to his side, watching as his hyung took him in his mouth.

“Jimin looks so pretty like that, doesn’t he?” Yoongi whispers in your ear, eyes on your hands that slowly move down your stomach. He grabs ahold of your wrists with his right hand, keeping them in place as you both watch Jin and Jimin.

You nod your head in response before remembering what Jin had told you.

“Yes.”

“Good girl using your words.” Yoongi praises you, watching as you clench your thighs at his words.

You turn to look at him completely, wanting to ask him to touch you only to miss the look on Jimin’s face as he cums, Jin swallowing every last drop before getting up.

“Such a good boy, remembering the rules. Why don’t you go help Yoongi as a reward, hmm?” Jin looks towards Yoongi, his tip red and glistening with precum. He hasn’t been touched yet but the sight of you and Jimin cumming has him ready to orgasm himself.

“C’mon here baby.” Yoongi says, gesturing for Jimin to move forward, causing said male to practically lunge for the man. His hands already grasping onto Yoongi’s cock.

Your eyes are glued to Jimin’s hands, almost forgetting about Jin, whose body moves to kneel in between your legs, pushing your thighs apart.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet, darling.” He brings his hand to your cunt, pulling your lower lips apart so he can see you, your hole expanding and closing as he moves, as if beckoning him to come closer.

“You look so good like this, spread open and wet, so ready for me.” Jin’s words have another gush of slick leaving your opening, and he watches as his drips onto the comforter, a moan leaving his lips at the sight.

“Do you think she is ready Yoongi?” Jin asks the other man, looking towards him and seeing him now on his back, arms behind his head as he watches Jimin bob his head on his length.

“Hmm, let me check?” Yoongi says, bringing a hand down your body, from your shoulder, hovering over your nipples before moving down your stomach to your core. Before you can do anything, his fingers have you gasping as he pushes his index and middle finger in, pushing his fingers apart to test how stretched out you were before removing them. He sticks the two in his mouth, staring in your eyes as he does so.

“Yes hyung, she is ready.”

At this point you can’t tell what your body is feeling, as if you were floating in the wind. Each second with them, seeing them like this, has your body feeling almost too hot to comprehend. You needed something, anything to quench the burning in your abdomen.

“Look at me baby.” Jin’s fingers cup your chin, turning your head to face him. The glint in his eyes had you entranced, his stare holding you to him.

“Listen baby. I need you to use your words. You need to tell me if you are uncomfortable, or if we hurt you in any way. This is all about you and how you feel. I need you to be honest with me, can you do that.”

“Yes Jinnie.”

He takes the opportunity to surge forward, his lips locking with your own. The kiss was messy and wet, everything you didn’t know you needed. As he licked inside your mouth, claiming every bit of you he could, you felt him drag his tip along your pussy, smearing your slick along his length.

Jin pulled back for a second, needing to watch you expression as he entered you, needed to engrave it onto his eyelids. He watched your mouth open as he pushed his length in, slowly and stopping every couple seconds to let you adjust to his size. He made sure to watch for any show of pain, any movement from you had him pausing.

Once he was fully in, he adjusted his weight, leaning on one of his arms and using his heels for leverage as he was almost kneeling between your legs. You couldn’t help but start moving your hips, trying to bring him even closer to you causing him to chuckle a little.

“So needy for her daddy, huh?” Jin teased, using the nickname you gave him to his advantage, watching as your eyes widen, caught off guard as he began to pull out and push back in.

You feel him pull out of you, the tip getting caught on your entrance before he pushes back in, the power behind his thrusts causing you to move forward, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist to try and anchor yourself to him. But this only made him reach deeper inside of you.

You scrambled for his neck, wrapping your arms around his back so you had something to hold onto, the sensation still new and causing you to seek comfort. Jin took the opportunity to his advantage, his lips moving like a brush as he began to paint your skin purple. He couldn’t help it, maybe going a little overboard but he didn’t have to hold back.

He didn’t have to be careful of the claim he left behind. He could mark you as his and no one would be able to tell him otherwise. He moaned at the thought, sucking harshly at the skin of your collarbone. His lips moving further down to suckle at your breasts as his hips continued to move.

Your moans sounded like heaven to Jimin, spurring him on to make Yoongi cum faster, not wanting to make him wait any longer. He needed to touch you again, needed to bring you to the height of pleasure. He wanted you to see stars as he made you climax.

A hand tugging at his hair had him pulling back in confusion. He hadn’t even noticed he made Yoongi cum already, the elder’s legs shaking in overstimulation.

“Got carried away didn’t you baby boy?” Jimin nodded in reply, the others already knowing he can get nonverbal in his headspace. They’ve all made sure that Jimin has other ways to communicate, taps on their thighs or hair tugs being some of the once used most often.

Yoongi nods, pulling the boy up his body so his dick was against Jimin’s ass. He moved his hands to hold Jimin, cupping the flesh there as he moved to finger is rim, eyes widening in surprise.

“Were you hoping someone would take you baby boy? Stretching yourself out for your hyungs?” Yoongi coos, moving to grasp onto the plug and pulling it from Jimin’s hole, causing small whimpers to leave his lips at the empty feeling.

“Don’t worry baby boy, hyung’s going to fill you right up.” Yoongi helps Jimin sit properly on his lap, before plunging into the younger’s hole, immediately moving to keep pace, knowing the way to get Jimin riled up after so many years together.

The sound of skin hitting skin was all that was heard, not even the sound of pleasure could take over the noise. Jimin was bouncing on Yoongi’s cock, trying hard to get himself off while Yoongi was moving his hand up and down Jimin’s, needing to see his skin coated in cum.

Jin and Yoongi were matching thrust for thrust now, Jin’s hips hitting yours with every thrust. You couldn’t hold back your moans even if you tried, each sound or moan of his name spurred Jin on, his hips now moving faster and harder as he brought forward your second orgasm.

“Jinnie please!” You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders as he adjusted his position, spreading your legs farther allowing him to reach even deeper inside you.

“It’s okay baby. I’ve got you.” He moaned, moving down to capture your lips again.

The knot you felt earlier was forming again in your stomach, the warmth flooding your system as you clenched around Jin’s length.

“Baby girl, if you keep doing that I’m not going to last much longer.” Jin groaned, eyes closing at the feeling. Soon enough, Jin moves his free hand to your core, rubbing at your clit to help you reach your climax. He could teel you were close, could tell you were reaching your orgasm.

“Cum for me baby girl.” His words seem to come at the right time, eyes closing as you see stars enter your vision.

You can feel Jin thrust a couple of more times before he cums, covering your walls with his seed. The feeling of being full is something you aren’t used to, but you find yourself loving it, not wanting him to pull out. You want him to stay where he is, the comfort you receive from him being so close has you purring.

Jin sees this, and moves to put his weight on you, still inside you as you adjust your legs to bring him closer. He wonders if cockwarming would be a good thing for you, seeing how relaxed and peaceful you seem right now. However, he needs to pull out and clean you up.

“No Jinnie.” You whine a little at the feeling of him pulling out, the emptiness the only thing you feel as he walks away.

“Don’t worry baby. I need to get you cleaned up before the others get home, okay? Don’t want you to be a messy baby when they bring home dinner, do we?” Jin talks as he moves into the bathroom, door open so you can see him as he gets a wet washcloth before coming back to you.

The sensation has you trying to move away, too overstimulated but he only tuts at you, moving his hands to grip at your thighs to hold you still as he cleans you up. He makes sure you are all cleaned up before moving to the dresser, pulling out a shirt of his own.

You watch him as he turns back around, looking at the scene next to you. You turn your head to see a starry-eyed Jimin and Yoongi who is massaging Jimin’s back and hips. 

“Jiminie is okay, baby. I promise. He just likes to be held for a while after sex.” Yoongi assures you, seeing the look of concern for Jimin crossing your face. You bring a hand out to push some of the hair away from Jimin’s face, his smile becoming large as you look at him.

“Jiminie okay?” You ask him, speech a little slurred as you try to piece together a sentence.

“Jiminie okay.” He responds, moving forward to place a kiss on your lips.

“Okay babies, why don’t we get you in the bath, get you all nice and clean before Namjoon and Hobi bring back dinner.” Jin stands at the edge of the bed, the hot water running in the tub with a bath bomb on the edge of the tub, ready for his babies to get in.

Without needing an answer, Jin scoops you up in his arms and brings you to the tub, gently lowering you in until you were covered by the warm water. A couple of seconds later Yoongi carries Jimin in, placing him in front of you so you were facing each other. Jimin wears the biggest smile, his eyes closed as he pulls you close, your body now in front of him as he holds your hands in his.

He holds your hands the entire time you are in the bath, helping Jin wash you and he himself ran his fingers through you hair, making sure all the shampoo and conditioner was out of it. They were so gentle with you, so sweet and caring that your eyes were becoming blurry, stray tears falling down your cheeks.

“What’s wrong baby?” Yoongi asks you, his hands cupping your cheeks as you now stood outside the tub, Jin’s hands holding a towel and patting you dry.

“Nothing. I’m just…happy.” You reply, searching for a word that could define your emotions only to come up short. You didn’t think there was even a word that could hold the meaning for everything you felt in that moment.

All three boys just smiled, Jimin even letting out a small laugh at your words, more than content with your happiness. Yoongi himself brought you in, lips on yours as he tried to express his own happiness with his actions.

Yoongi has never been very good with words, always seeming to mess up or not say something when needed. Unless it was written, he always made things worse. Miscommunication led to a lot of fights in their early days, most of the time he would be at fault, and it ate him up inside. But now, he finds it hard once again, but for a different reason this time. Yoongi finds that not even words can express his love for the seven people that inhabit his heart and soul.

Plus, he can’t seem to get enough of your touch, holding you close to him even when you were dressed in another shirt of Seokjin’s, a reluctant set of hands helping pull up a pair of panties covering your core upon your insistence.

After ushering you to the bathroom once again, Yoongi grabbed one of Seokjin’s combs and began to untangle your hair, careful of your ears as he did. This gave you an opportunity to look at yourself. You seemed to almost glow under the bathroom lights, their marks of claim covering your neck and collarbone. You could even see a couple peeking out from under your shirt on your shoulders. The blush that covered your cheeks was not as red and dark as the obvious claims Jin gave you.

“You look beautiful covered in our marks, baby.” You look to your side to see Yoongi’s eyes on you in the mirror, his fingers pushing your hair to the side as he sets his fingers on your neck, softly running his fingers over his own marks. A shaky breath leaves your lips at his touch, causing him to smirk.

“Yes, she does.” You both turn to the side to see Namjoon, his eyes set on your skin.

“I’m not surprised, with the way Jin loves to see us marked up. His possessive nature seems to take over during sex.” Namjoon smirks again, walking up to you. Yoongi steps back, a sending a quick wink your way as he moves out of the bathroom.

You turn away from the mirror, now face to face with Namjoon as he grasps onto your biceps, ribbing the skin that held some light bruises, he guessed from Jin. He held such a soft look as he held you gaze, an unknown glint in his eyes as he lets the roam over your figure.

“I hope they treated you like a queen, my love.” His whispered, his hands now cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to look him in the eye, his form now towering over your own.

You nodded your head, words all but lost from your mind. His presence always made you feel safe, your body relaxing in his hold. You couldn’t help but rest your head on his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you and hold you, your legs wrapping around him as he adjusted your figure in his arms.

“Come, darling. Let’s get you some food in your belly.” Namjoon spoke softly, eyes crinkling as his smile reached his cheeks, dimples out proudly as he held you close.

Namjoon had so many questions for you, wanted to know how your first time was. Needed to know how their touch made you unravel, but he also needed to know you were okay. He can only imagine your first time was a lot, considering the three were intent on working you up. Understanding that you might need time to process, he forced his mind back, letting one of the others speak up. He had already made two wrong decisions in giving you space and didn’t want to make it a third time.

There was a lot that Namjoon was unsure of, and there were things he knew he would never understand. His need for control left him searching for those answers, and unfortunately his observation skills were sometimes lackluster.  He was left wondering more every time he interacted with you, and just needed to come to the conclusion that there were things better left unsaid, better left unknown.

When it came to you, it seemed that he didn’t know how to breathe, your presence always managing to leave him gasping for air. Your touch making him crave more, leaving goosebumps littering his skin.

He only hoped that you felt even a semblance of what he did.

[mothgodofchaos]

Requests

Please pay attention to what letters are next to the egos! I will not write for them outside of the set categories. They’re also subject to change! I leave that to my own discretion. 

These are open for drabbles, fics, or headcanons! 

These work for Ego x Reader, Multi!Ego x Reader, Ego x Ego, or just Ego.

H - Horror | A - Angst | R - Romantic | P - Platonic | * - Headcanons

Markiplier Egos:

Dark (HARP) #midnight mint*

Wilford (HARP) #colonel mustache*

Actor (HARP) #dramatic diva*

Host/Author (HARP) #ink machine #smack bat*

Google (ARP) #titan tin can*

Bing (ARP) #bingo bongus*

Yancy (ARP) #strong songbird*

Illinois (ARP) #pantry dweller*

Murdoch (HAR) #stabbington*

Night (HAR) #glowstick god*

Noir (HARP) #mc monologue*

Engineer (HARP) #head himbo*

Damien (HARP) #meek mayor*

Date!Mark (AR) #date mate*

Heist!Mark (HARP) #heist hunk*

HeeHoo (HARP) #heehoo weewoo*

Eric Derekson (ARP) #starshine son*

Necromancer (HAP) #necrobastard*

Bim Trimmer (HP) #contestant cannibal*

Septic Egos:

Antisepticeye (HAR) #electric limeade*

Jackieboy Man (HARP) #comic escapee*

Marvin (HARP) #nyan magician*

JJ (HARP) #silent cinnamonroll*

Chase (HARP) #sad dad*

Schneeplestein (HAP) #schneeple steeple*

Robbie (HAP) #undead child*

Inserts:

District Attorney #shattered law*

Heist Partner #sneaky splitter*

Captain #wormhole jumper*

Will Not Write:

Blank #clean slate

Captain Magnum #colossal captain*

King of the Squirrels #nutty monarch*

Jim #news scuttler*

Stan the Water Man #water rad dad

Bomb Defuser!Mark (Doom Rogers) #explosive electrician

Unus & Annus #memento mori*

Dr. Iplier #medic moron*

Celine #ma’am medium

Celci #ice queen

Burt #reverse wrench

Gunther #guns and guns

Detective Abe #abernathy poptarts

Dave Torres (Edge of Sleep) #unwilling insomniac

Iron Lung! Mark #doomed detainee

Shawn Flynn (BaTIM) #fedora floorboards*

Marcus Brickley (Poppy Playtime) #toy tattler*

Pornipliers #homebrew horndogs

Resident Enis! Mark #horror huntsman

Silver Shepherd #sheepman cloak

YouTubers (OOC):

Mark #markus plier

Sean #coffee king

Ethan #soft skriddle

Wade #blame minion

Bob #bobbert my skerms

Danny #unicorn wizard

Arin #video game boy

Brian #get wecht

Gabs #giggly goobers

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song ix.

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader   au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, angst, soojung and oc’s mother being the best, minor food mention (not feeling hungry when stressed), hope, the tiniest bit of fluff, a cliffhanger of sorts!  words; 6,161 

Read Seokjin’s chapter ix here

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii  • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

Soojung found you curled up on the sofa a few hours later when she came home from work. You’d tried watching television, hoping the distraction would be successful but your mind just wouldn’t switch off, replaying the day’s earlier events. You didn’t want to think just yet but that’s all your mind could do. Going around and around in circles. Hearing Soojung’s keys in the door you felt a wave of nausea knowing you’d have to talk about it. Not that you didn’t want to confide in your best friend, it was just explaining everything meant that it was all real… 

She stuck her head around the door, sounding momentarily confused. “What are you doing back already? I wasn’t expecting you until la– Y/N?” She caught the look on your face immediately and just like she knew something was up. She rushed over. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

Instantly you felt your face crumble, tears blurring your vision. “It’s stupid really,” you insisted, wiping your eyes as she came to join you, a protective arm wrapping around your shoulders. The small action at least made you feel a little better. “I don’t understand why I’m crying.” You hadn’t felt the need to cry until now. Maybe it was because you could always be vulnerable with your best friend. You didn’t need to be strong. She’d seen you at your worst. 

“Did…Did you guys argue?” She sounded unsure, confused as to what could be the issue. 

You sniffed, composing yourself. “No. Not really,” you let out a groan, “oh, god, Soo. It was awful. Seokjin’s ex-wife turned up…” 

You spent the next fifteen minutes telling her what happened, although a lot of it was a blur of raised voices and insults. One thing you knew for certain though, was that you’d never felt so awkward in your entire life. You’d watched your boyfriend arguing with his ex-wife feeling so incredibly out of the loop it was embarrassing. 

You’d never demanded to know every single detail about his marriage – you hadn’t even wanted to know. It wasn’t your business after all, nor did you want Seokjin to relive things he didn’t want to, or dwell on the past. You understood that more than anyone, what with your relationship with Donghae, but he’d openly revealed a lot to you. He’d confided in you, shared some hurtful details of his divorce and in turn you had entrusted him with your own past, your own bad memories… 

There had been many surprises this afternoon, but one certain revelation kept replaying in your head. It was all you could think about. To learn he’d left out something as major as getting cheated on… Having to find out like that… You were still reeling from the bombshell. Why hadn’t he told you? You’d both been through the same thing… Didn’t he trust you enough? You didn’t understand and you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling hurt. 

“You don’t think he’s still in love with her, do you?” Soojung asked hesitantly. 

“No,” you shook your head. Regardless of the mess that were your thoughts right now, you didn’t think that at all. Yes, it was easy to let your doubts take over in the first few moments you’d set eyes on Nana, she was beautiful, although you hadn’t expected anything less, but you knew not to feel paranoid when it came to that. Regardless of today’s shock, you didn’t doubt Seokjin’s feelings for you, and you knew very well he no longer loved his ex-wife. 

“I think he’s just very bitter about everything,” you continued. “Mostly about how infrequently she sees Arin.” 

“Do you think it’s a problem?” 

Shrugging slightly, you didn’t really know what to say. “She’s been seeing her quite often lately. There was last weekend, but it shouldn’t have been that much of an issue.” Seokjin hadn’t been angry over that, or at least he hadn’t let on he was… Maybe he had and had just hid it well. With that thought, you remembered something. “It was just her face… while Seokjin was saying all those things to her. She looked so upset… I’ve never seen him like that.” 

It had been jarring seeing him so angry. He was usually soft-spoken and well-mannered. Even when he was irritated he stayed silent. You understood that he was only human, everyone had emotions, and his had bubbled over today, but it was still surprising. You hadn’t been expecting to be in the middle of a shouting match between him and his ex-wife. 

“But you knew they didn’t get on?” Soojung gently prodded, rubbing your upper back. 

“Yeah.” You swallowed. “Just seeing it in person… I can’t believe he didn’t tell her about us.” 

Your mind was all over the place, unable to concentrate on one issue for long enough. You really had been living in your own little world this entire time. So incredibly happy and blissfully content. It had been so easy to forget that Nana existed when it came to your relationship with Seokjin. To you, she was just Arin’s mom, who she spoke about sometimes, but not very often, in your presence. It was easy to put her to the back of your mind, it was easy not to think of her at all. Why would you? You didn’t even know what she looked like until today. All the photos you’d seen of a younger Seokjin, of Arin as a baby, had never once included her. You knew who she was, knew her name, but that was all. 

So you’d just assumed she knew about you too. You’d assumed Seokjin had told her without needing any confirmation. You’d assumed she’d known that you would be looking after Arin last weekend. You’d assumed she was perfectly fine with it. In reality she had no clue you existed. You were almost certain Seokjin hadn’t done it maliciously, he wasn’t that type of man, but seeing him today, how casually he had brushed off her concerns… As much as it had hurt to be thought of as a stranger, you understood why that was the case. Seokjin hadn’t. As stubborn as always, he refused to see where he had done wrong. 

“That is a bit odd,” Soojung agreed. “And even though she was a bitch to you, I guess I’d be pissed too if I found out the way she had.” 

You snorted softly. Soojung had been ready to fight when she’d first heard the things Nana had said to you, but she knew you were fine, you could handle yourself. “Ugh, it’s all such a mess,” you groaned. “I would’ve never looked after Arin last weekend if I’d known Nana had no clue.” You should have made sure. Why hadn’t you?

“I guess Seokjin had his reasons,” Soo reasoned. “Maybe he knew how his ex would react.” 

“Maybe,” you agreed before sighing. “I don’t know. There’s things he never told me either.” Maybe you were finding out that Seokjin was a very secretive person, who knew… “She cheated on him, Soo.” You were back there again. Soojung hummed in understanding. “Is it silly of me to be upset?” 

“No, it’s valid.” 

“I told him about Donghae,” you whispered. “I really opened up to him and he was so sweet and understanding. Why didn’t he tell me he’d been through the same thing?” No matter how many times you went through it in your head you couldn’t think of an answer. It didn’t make sense. Especially because he’d opened up to you so easily in regard to everything else. What made this so different?

“Maybe he just didn’t want to make it about him,” Soojung offered. 

“I don’t know… Maybe.” You groaned, thinking you were being selfish. He probably had a good reason when he didn’t tell you. There were more pressing issues right now anyway… You knew that, and immediately your head begin to spin again. 

“The whole stepmom thing,” you muttered, “it’s left me a little frazzled.” 

Soojung kept up with your disorderly thoughts expertly. “In what way?” 

You gave a little shrug, voice barely there because you didn’t want to admit it out loud. “It made me question things…”

“I thought you liked where things were heading?” Your best friend couldn’t hide the shock from her voice. 

“I do,” you replied, “or at least, I did.” Where were things actually heading? You didn’t know anymore. “I just wasn’t really thinking.”

“Of what it all meant?” 

You nodded slowly. “I lost myself for a while.” 

In a way, you had been in your own little bubble for these past few months – you, Seokjin and Arin. You’d had the most amazing summer, falling harder and harder for Seokjin and in the process Arin had captured your whole heart. She was such a sweet little girl, humorous and thoughtful, Seokjin and Nana had brought her up well. Your time together had been incomparable, your happiness unmatched, but in the process you’d ignored a few things. 

“So what are you saying?” Soojung asked gently. 

Your throat felt dry. “I’m afraid it’s all moving too fast.” 

It was a lot to take in. You had been together barely four months but here you were thinking about the word stepmom. How scary the word sounded, how scary it felt…

“You want to slow it down?”

“It’s probably too late for that,” you chuckled quietly. You felt your heart squeeze. “Soojung, I think I’m in love with him.” 

It felt almost relieving to confess such a thing, despite your heavy heart over today. Your feelings had been harder and harder to ignore these past couple of weeks, but you’d tried your best, not wanting to rush anything. Right now you were confused and hurt, but one thing was blatantly clear. You loved him. 

“It’s scary,” you whispered, feeling Soo rub your back again, listening silently. “Falling so fast.” Especially after everything you’d been through with Donghae. You were scared. Despite opening up your heart to Seokjin easily, this was different. Things seemed so complicated now, when not six hours ago they had been nothing more than simple. 

“Today was a massive reality check,” you scoffed. “I’ve been spending these past few months playing house with Seokjin and Arin, it was bound to catch up with us sometime.” 

“You liked it though,” your best friend encouraged, voice gentle. “I’ve never seen you so happy… Not since… Well, not even then.” 

“Everything just felt so… perfect,” you agreed. Everything had slotted into place easily. “And natural, and just, nice.” For lack of a better word. Your brain was pulp. 

“Arin obviously felt comfortable enough to call you her stepmom in front of her own mom?” You didn’t even notice Soojung’s change of direction. 

“I don’t know, I think she was just confused. You know what kids are like together. She heard her friend talking about it and they probably got excited.”

“Would you like to be her stepmom?”

You paused then, realising what had just happened. She knew you well, knew what was bothering you, conflicting your mind. You gave her a small smile. “She’s a sweet child, but it’s not that simple right now. It’s not only my decision either.” 

Truthfully you hadn’t thought about it before today, but now it was one of the things at the forefront of your mind. If everything worked out okay then you and Seokjin would only grow more serious. From strength to strength and what did that mean? However, now you knew that Nana wasn’t exactly your biggest fan… You felt fresh frustration, deflated yet again. Today had gone terrible. 

“You’re right,” Soojung agreed, “but it’s something you need to be comfortable with too.” 

That was true. These were things you needed to talk about with Seokjin. Then again, maybe you should’ve talked about them before. You had no clue how he felt regarding the topic, well… not explicitly anyway. 

“Seokjin comparing the both of us made me feel horrendous.” You found yourself admitting. “I’m not trying to be Arin’s mother. I wasn’t even trying to be her stepmother. Not yet. I haven’t thought about it until now. I just… I loved being a part of her life in my own little way.” 

You never wanted to replace Nana. You hated thinking like this, but what if Seokjin had been looking for that the whole time? A new mother for his daughter… You were almost positive that wasn’t the case, but you were so drained right now, your mind was all over the place. You kept replaying in your head what he had shouted at Nana over and over again. 

“He can’t expect you to take on that role, not when she already has a mother,” Soojung said carefully. “But you can be there for Arin in other ways – in similar ways. You’ve been teaching and caring for kids for years, so I hope you’re not undermining your capabilities.” 

You smiled then, grateful, leaning on her shoulder. “Thank you.” You definitely weren’t doing that but being a teacher and a mother were two totally different things. Especially when it wasn’t your biological child. 

“Ugh, I’m just exhausted,” you groaned, laying back against the sofa and shutting your eyes. “My head’s a mess.” You didn’t want to talk about it any longer, switching off sounded really good right now and Soojung understood that perfectly. 

She tapped your arm. “I’m going to cancel my plans with Tae.” You opened your eyes, mouth open ready to fight. “He’ll be fine.” She insisted. “Me and you are gonna get takeout and ice cream and just stop thinking. We’re going to pull the One Tree Hill boxset out and pretend we’re still in high school.” 

You weren’t going to lie, that did sound like fun. It was also foolproof. You’d been doing it since you were seventeen, when Soojung had got dumped for the first time. “Great idea.” 

She leaned in for a hug. “You told him you need space to think, so that’s what you’re going to do. But not tonight. No rush.” 

As she pulled back you took her hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “I love you.” 

“And I love you,” she grinned. “Now, let me grab my phone.”  

You woke up early the next morning, like really early, 5am, which wasn’t ideal seeing as you’d struggled to get to sleep the night before. Your mind and heart felt heavy, but you forced yourself to get up and shower because there was no point trying to fall back to sleep for an hour. You had school, and that meant you had to try your best to look presentable for the kids – and happy. A bunch of 6-7 year olds were scarily talented at reading an adult’s mood you’d come to find out. 

You didn’t eat much of your breakfast, which wasn’t a surprise because when you were stressed or sad you never felt practically hungry anyway, and left for work long before Soojung even had a chance to wake up, thinking your classroom so early in the morning might give you some sense of clarity. Either that or stop the buzzing of your thoughts that couldn’t seem to keep away. The change of scenery would hopefully do you some good.   

You were at your desk trying to organise your planner for the week ahead, 7:04am, when your cell phone began buzzing. You looked across at the device, face up a few inches away from you and felt your stomach squeeze. Filling the screen was a picture of Seokjin and you at an amusement park he’d dragged you to over the summer, like the big kid he was at heart. Seeing his smiley face made your heart hurt. You thought about leaving it ring, you could pretend you were busy and let him leave a message, but no matter how much you wanted to do it, you couldn’t. 

The phone felt heavy in your hand as you picked up. Your voice didn’t sound like yours. “Hello.” 

“Y/N,” he breathed, sounding somewhat relieved. You had taken a while to make your decision. “Are you free to talk?”

He sounded tired and unlike his usual self, and a part of you wanted to rush over and talk to him in person, to check in on him and see how he was doing, because as much as yesterday hadn’t been nice for you, it hadn’t been too great for him either… However, you knew that was a bad idea, you’d said you had needed time. A few hours wasn’t that. 

“Um, yeah,” you replied, opening your mouth again to remind him about what you’d said yesterday, but already he was rushing forward, eager to say his piece. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call last night, I guess… I guess I needed time too.” He sounded hesitant, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him you had never been expected (nor wanting) a phone call. “Do you want to meet up for lunch?”

Your voice was gentle. “I don’t think that’s a good idea today.” Maybe he’d misunderstood you, you needed longer, besides, things weren’t going to get sorted out in under an hour during your lunch break from work. It wasn’t as simple as that – you wished it was. 

There was a pause his side, then – “Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

“Seokjin, I’m not mad,” you sighed softly. “I’m just…” What were you? Frustrated more than anything. It was hard to explain. In a way you felt sorry for him, but you also felt sorry for Nana. “I have a lot of questions that I don’t think I’m ready to ask just yet.” 

His voice was careful as he asked you, “When do you think you will be ready?”

“I don’t know,” you told him truthfully. “I need time to think and it’s pretty hard when I have work all week.” Neglecting your job was foolish – impossible to think of, actually. 

“I understand.” Of course he did. He was nothing but understanding when it came to you and your relationship together. That’s the Seokjin you knew and adored… the one you loved… 

“Is Arin okay?” You found yourself asking. You knew you should probably say your goodbyes, but you’d woken up feeling terribly guilty that you’d just upped and left her like that yesterday. “I’m sorry I ran off without saying goodbye to her.” 

“She’s doing okay, I tried telling…” He trailed off suddenly, and you guessed he thought he was overstepping the mark. The mark you’d put in place. “She asked where you went, I said something came up.” 

“Oh.” You’d thought about popping your head around the door and saying goodbye yesterday but just couldn’t do it. You hated to think she’d thought you had left her too. “I really am sorry about that.”  

“Y/N, it’s fine. Please never be sorry,” he murmured softly. 

You smiled sadly at his sentiment. “Are you okay?” You shouldn’t really ask, not when you needed to hang up and take that space you both needed, but you couldn’t help yourself. It felt wrong not to check in. 

“Could be better,” he chuckled slightly. You appreciated his honesty. “You?” 

“The same.” There was no point pretending. “I think some space will do us good. Let’s just think about everything and then we can talk.” 

“Okay,” he agreed simply. There wasn’t much else he could say. If he disagreed in any way you knew he would never tell you. He wanted to respect your wishes. 

“I’ll call you towards the end of the week?” You could get through the work week, have some time to yourself in the evenings and then meet up on Saturday. 

“Yeah, that sounds good. I agree.” Yet, he sounded a little dejected. 

“Okay.” You had to leave it at that. “I gotta go,” you told him, even though you were in no rush to leave for work, already in your classroom. 

“Of course, bye, Y/N.” You heard some background noise and then a familiar voice in the background – Misook. As it was for you, life went on. Arin had to get ready for school, he had to get ready for work… You couldn’t both wallow in self-pity all day. “Take care,” he told you. It sounded awkward, as if he didn’t know what to say. 

“Bye, Seokjin.” You felt just the same. Even right at the beginning your phone conversations had never been this wooden. 

You hung up first, and then there was silence, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall opposite. You watched the red second hand move, feeling as if it was mocking you.

The week was slow. It was an average one, but it dragged by. On Monday you had to sit through the usual chitchat inside the teacher’s lounge during lunch, catching up on everyone’s weekends. When Eunbi asked how yours had gone you’d breezed past it, expertly changing the subject to her weekend visiting Jungkook’s parents. Other than that, there was really no need for Seokjin to come up in conversation, which you were thankful for. You spent the rest of the week busy with the children, staying behind a lot later than usual just because it was easier inside your classroom. 

At home you found yourself missing Seokjin like crazy. Ever since your first date you’d been in regular contact throughout the week, and then when things had gotten serious, you’d spoken to him every day – even if it was just on the phone in the evenings once school started back. For all contact to be gone was strange. You hated it, felt as if a part of you was missing. But you knew it needed to be done. As the days went (dragged) by you no longer felt overwhelmed by Sunday’s events. The shock had worn off and you had time to dissect it all, whether it be over dinner on your own when Soo was working late, or when you were in bed for the night, waiting to drop off. The more you broke it down the easier it was to place things in different categories. All the things that had shocked you, the things that had hurt you, and then finally, the things that had made you feel guilty. 

On Thursday night you promised your mom you’d have dinner with her. Jonathon was abroad visiting his children and she hadn’t been able to get time off work to join him. She was bored at home all alone, so you really couldn’t say no despite a part of you wanting to. Before you arrived you’d made the decision not to tell her about your…what could you call it? It was hardly an argument with Seokjin. A disagreement..? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to worry her. After all this time she was over the moon you’d finally met someone you really cared about and you knew it was stupid, but you didn’t want to make her worry.  

However, that all went out the window as soon as she opened the door to you. She was your mom for crying out loud, who could you confide in if it wasn’t her? She listened to you attentively. All your thoughts, all your worries – even if the potatoes were at risk of cremating, and it felt good to have your mother by your side. 

“Seokjin is a lovely man, anyone can see that, but he’s allowed his flaws. He’s only human,” she reasoned, your conversation coming back to the way he’d acted around Nana. You knew your mother was right, and you were in no way judging him for it, but it had been very jarring seeing him change so suddenly. “Obviously he and his ex-wife bring out the worst in each other. Sounds to me as if they’re so used to hurting one another it’s become the norm.” 

You nodded in silent agreement, thinking back to them hurling abuse at one another as if it was the most natural thing. In a way it had turned into a competition. Who could hurt one other the most. In the end, Seokjin had dealt the final blow. You. You could still see the hurt on Nana’s face now, even though it was days ago. It made your chest heavy all over again. You told your mom just as much. 

“There’s no need to feel so guilty, love,” she told you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “None of this is your fault. Seokjin, whether it was intentionally or unintentionally, used you as a way to hurt Nana, and you need to tell him that you’re not okay with that.” 

That was the part that had hurt the most now that you’d had enough time to think. Above all else, not telling Nana about you, the catalyst that led to his divorce, it was being used as some kind of weapon that stuck out. You had never wanted that. You had never asked for it. 

“You are his girlfriend first and foremost.” Your mom continued. “Yes, you care for Arin but these things need to be spoken about first. You have never wanted to be, nor felt like you were the child’s mother. You know your boundaries and so should he.” 

She was correct. You’d been so hesitant not to overstep the mark these past few months. You’d even been in two minds whether or not to offer to babysit Arin that weekend. You’d thought Seokjin understood that, your cautiousness when it came to the role you played in her life. After all, your relationship was still new, and Nana was very much a part of Arin’s life. However he had disregarded that all to throw a few cheap shots. 

Your conversation shifted to Arin then. It was easy to sympathise with her, after all you’d been in her shoes once. Parents who seemed to fight more than they did talk. It had gotten better for you though, their relationship turning amiable once the divorce had settled. For Arin, it seemed to be only getting worse. You wished you could talk some sense into Seokjin. He might’ve thought that Arin was okay with her parents barely having any contact but you knew that wasn’t the case. It had been very telling to hear that Arin never brought Seokjin up in conversation with her own mother. That’s why it had taken Nana so long to find out about you. Deep down that little girl knew that her mom didn’t want to hear her dad’s name, and that was heart breaking. 

Somewhere along the way, your mom asked you what you thought about Arin calling you her stepmother. Despite it being done innocently, the weight of the word meant so much more to the adults in the situation and you agreed. It had been strange to hear, and not just because it had come from Nana’s mouth. You were serious about Seokjin and could see a future with him, and that meant being in Arin’s life permanently. That word wasn’t so farfetched and you’d had plenty of time to think about it this week. What it meant for you, Arin, and of course Nana. 

“How did you feel when dad first met Dahae?” You asked your mom. These things had never really come up in conversation before, which was surprising, but right now you needed any advice and insight you could get. Your mom had been in Nana’s shoes once after all. All those years ago. 

“I was…happy for him,” she replied hesitantly. “It took time. It’s a confusing thing. I no longer loved your father but it felt strange to see him with someone else. Of course, everyone is different. Not one relationship is the same,” she added. 

You nodded in understanding. Your father had met Dahae, his wife, when you were twelve. You had grown up with her and it didn’t feel odd to think of her as a second mom. You still called her by her name but when in conversation with others you often referred to her as your stepmom. Always had, for as long as you could remember. Maybe it was after the wedding, but you couldn’t be too sure. Definitely before she gave birth to your siblings though. 

It was different with Jonathon. He’d always been “your mother’s husband” and not because you didn’t care for him or think he was a lovely man. He was, and you liked him very much, it was just… You were an adult when you met him, twenty to be exact, living across the country for college. The bond wasn’t quite there like it was with Dahae, but your mom understood that – so did Jonathon. But it made you pause and think. You’d never asked your mom how she felt hearing you call Dahae your stepmother. It had never crossed your mind until now. 

“I didn’t like the idea at first, I have to admit, but who would?” She confessed. “It’s hard not to feel hurt or threatened, a whole load of different emotions,” she gave a small shrug, “but meeting Dahae, and seeing how kind a woman she was, and how much you meant to her made me see things differently.” 

You smiled, silently hoping that one Nana would think and feel the same way when it came to you. You could only cross your fingers and try your best in the meantime. 

Your mom nudged you, a playful lilt to her voice. “I think you’re very lucky to have two wonderful women in your life that love you and want the best for you – and yes, that’s a brag on my part.” 

You laughed with her, but your worries were getting the best of you again, turning you sombre. “What if Nana never accepts me though?” 

“I think you should only think about that if it happens,” she replied. “There’s no point expecting the worst right now.” 

You still didn’t feel very hopeful though, it was probably written all over your face. Sweeping some hair out of your eyes, your mother’s voice was soft. “Love, she had no idea you existed, I think her anger was warranted.” A pause, tone changing. “Although, not at you. I’m not very happy about that.” 

You chuckled at that. “It’s fine. You know I can look after myself.” You were feisty when you wanted to be, or scrappy as Seokjin had so comically put it once. 

Wrapping an arm around you once more, she squeezed you gently. “Talk to him.” She urged. “You miss him. This time apart is getting pointless, you already know how you feel.” 

You did. Your feelings were as strong as ever. 

You had been itching to pick up the phone last night and just call him already, but you’d said Saturday. You only had one day left at work, you could hold out until then. It would be better that way, you didn’t want to interrupt a potentially busy day. Friday’s were often crazy for him, you didn’t want to be a distraction. 

However, come morning break you bumped into Hoseok coming out of your classroom, eager to rush to your car and grab the apple that must have rolled out of your bag and onto the seat. (Hopefully – if it was on the floor it was going in the trash ASAP). 

“Hi, Y/N. How are you today?” He politely asked. 

“Fine, thank you.” Talking with Hoseok always came easily, regardless of his position as the principal. “Glad it’s the weekend tomorrow. How about you?” 

“My thoughts exactly,” he laughed, before adding, “Although, I hear Arin’s started hers early.” 

“Oh?” You were immediately lost. Had you missed something? You hadn’t seen Arin at school all week, which wasn’t strange. Your paths rarely crossed these days unless you were on yard duty, and if you were being honest, you were glad it hadn’t been this week. She must have had an inkling something was wrong right now, she hadn’t seen you at all since Sunday, so you were relieved to know you didn’t have to answer any awkward questions. It was selfish, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. 

Hoseok looked confused by your reaction, but carried on regardless, shaking it off. “Seokjin called up yesterday, said she’d be visiting her mom earlier this weekend if it was possible. I figured maybe you and he had plans for tonight.” 

You froze, forcing yourself to reply because your boss was waiting for one. “Oh, no.” You swallowed, coming up blank. “No plans.” 

If Hoseok noticed your woodenness he didn’t let on. “One day couldn’t possibly hurt her education, right? But don’t tell the board I said that,” he added with a laugh. 

You made yourself join in, although your mind was racing. “Secret’s safe with me.” 

He smiled at you, giving you a nod. “Enjoy your weekend, alright? See you Monday.” 

Thank God he had somewhere to be. You nodded back, watching him already begin to walk away. “And you, Hoseok.” 

You proceeded to sit in your car for twenty minutes, half eaten apple already turning brown as you racked your brain. It wasn’t Nana’s weekend to have Arin. Was something wrong? You were probably being silly, conjuring up the worst case scenarios for no reason. If something had happened, Seokjin would have contacted you. He knew he could always count on you, but… You had told him you needed space and he’d agreed. He was a man of his word, so if something had happened, what if he thought he couldn’t call you?

You pulled your phone out of your bag at the thought, clicking on his contact but stopped yourself when you saw the time. You had just under five minutes to be back at class… I’m being irrational, you told yourself. If something was wrong he would have informed Hoseok, and the principal sounded absolutely fine. You were worrying for no reason. If something had happened, something bad, he wouldn’t hesitate to reach out to you. You knew that, and so did he. Only a few more hours and you’d get to talk to him. Most of those involved sleep. You could wait until tomorrow morning. You could. 

.

.

You couldn’t. 

It was half 9 and you were home alone. It was Soojung and Taehyung’s date night and she was spending the night at his place, so all you had for company were your own thoughts – and RJ, the alpaca plush Seokjin had won for all those months previous. You couldn’t possibly wait until tomorrow, your mom was right, what was the point in waiting when you knew how you felt. You wanted to see Seokjin, to talk to him and feel him. You missed him like crazy. 

Turning the television down low you grabbed for your phone which had slipped in between the sofa cushions. This time you didn’t hesitate, no work commitments calling your name, and dialled Seokjin’s number straight away. He picked up after only two rings. 

 “Y/N,” he breathed, sounding more than surprised. 

“Hey, you,” you smiled into the receiver. It felt good to hear his voice again. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to call tonight.” 

“Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” 

“Of course not. Well,” he paused to laugh, “I was just about to head to bed.” 

He sounded a lot like his usual self tonight, it eased your mind. You laughed along softly, a confession slipping past your lips. “I was going to wait until tomorrow but Soojung is with Taehyung tonight and being alone means I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

You heard a sigh of relief his end. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week.” The longing in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. “Are you ready to talk? I’m willing to answer any questions you have.” 

“I’m ready,” you nodded. “Should I come over? I don’t want to do this over the phone.” 

“I can come to you?” He suggested instead. “Arin’s with Nana until Sunday.” 

“Oh.” You thought to ask him how come, but stopped yourself, you could get to that in person. He didn’t sound upset, which you took as a good sign. “Okay. Now?” 

“It’s not too late?” He checked. 

“No, it’s fine.” You were eager, shaking you head as you replied, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. “I really want to see you.” 

You could hear his smile too. “I’ll be there soon, okay? Really soon.” You heard his footsteps along the floor, the sound of a drawer opening as if he was finding something to wear. 

“Don’t speed,” you added, as a joke more than anything. 

“Of course I won’t,” he laughed. “I’m going to hang up now but I won’t be long.” 

“Okay, see you soon, Seokjin.” It was silly, but you didn’t want the phone call to end even though in under half an hour he’d be here. 

But you could be patient. 

You could. 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[i2gyus]

summary: all through her life, lee arin's best friends have been there for her. suddenly, when the 7 of them invite her to their 'bloody birthday party' her true self is being summoned.

warnings [per chapter]: bl00d

genres [per chapter]: angst

pairings: enhypen!ot7 x fem!reader

PREVIEW 2 !

hello arin, you're invited to our bloody birthday party when: september 17th, 2021 time: 10PM - 4AM where: the abandoned house, next to the abandoned reveluv house.

- signed sungh ni-ki

"what the heck is this?" arin said under her breath, "a bloody birthday party? they must be going crazy."

"actually we're not, arin." someone told her. it was jay.

"jay..!" she said, surprised at his unexpected visit, "w-what are you doing here?"

"oh━nothing much, you know, just hanging around." he began, "you don't happen to know choi chanhee?"

"uh...actually..y-yes, i do. why do you ask?" arin replied.

"nothing," he lied, "just wanted to know."

silence filled the room for 10 minutes.

"i-uh..i'll get going." jay said, before disappearing.

literally. arin didn't see him go out her door, neither did she hear him open it.

then, she got a strange head-ache. instead of going to bed to lie down, she picked up her phone to check the time.

"11:11," she said to herself.

this 'head-ache' had happened at the same time for the past week. she didn't understand why or how. was it because of jay? or was it just a concidence that she'd been in close contact with jay this week. either way, thinking made her head hurt even more.

PING!

she got a text message from chanhee.

chanhee hey, are you up? 11:12PM

arin yeah i am why? 11:12PM

chanhee im not trynna scare you or anything but you can't trust them 11:13PM

arin who's them? 11:13PM

chanhee jay and his friends 11:13PM

arin why not? 11:14PM

chanhee they aren't who they say they are they're dangerous please believe me arin 11:14PM

arin very funny chanhee but im not in the mood rn 11:14PM

chanhee arin please 11:15PM

arin chanhee, im tired okay sorry but can we talk about this tomorrow? READ 11:15PM

arin threw her phone onto her bed. could it be true? are they dangerous like chanhee said? she was deep in her thoughts when chanhee called her.

accept / decline

"what is it chanhee?" she asked annoyed.

"arin, i know you think i'm playing with you, but i'm not. i promise." chanhee told her.

"chanhee please it's-"

"fine, if you don't believe me, then come over."

"why?" arin asked.

"i have proof. i have proof that they're dangerous." chanhee replied.

[time skip] / time: 11:57PM /

arin was now at chanhee's apartment, waiting for the 'proof' that her friends were dangerous. she knocked once. no answer. twice. again, no answer. three times. a loud crashing sound was heard, then the door finally opened.

"arin-, you're here!" he said, holding her tightly.

"yeah, yeah. now, where's your 'proof?'" she asked him seriously.

"come in." chanhee said, holding the door for her.

she couldn't believe her eyes. there was blood everywhere. all on his walls, everywhere. his lamp was knocked down and broken on the floor.

"chanhee, what happened here?" she asked nervously.

"jay and his friends...they-.." he began.

"they what?" arin said impatiently.

"okay-...you might think i'm crazy but.."

"but..?"

"they bit me.."

"chanhee.." arin started, "i--i don't have time for this, okay?"

"isn't this enough proof for you? don't you see blood everywhere? don't you know that you're their next target?" chanhee shouted at her.

it was at this point arin knew she upsetted him really badly. tiny tears formed in her eyes and any moment she would burst into tears. thankfully, chanhee saw, and tried to comfort her in the best way he could.

"h-hey, arin.." he said softly, "i-..i didn't mean to make you cry."

"i'm sorry.." she mumbled.

"no, you don't have to be sorry. i shouldn't have yelled at you." chanhee replied, "i just wanted to warn you."

he raised his hand, which was on her head and tugged at his shirt, slowly revealing two bloody bite marks. arin could tell the blood was fresh.

terrified, arin got up from his arms and ran outside the door to go back home.

"arin-" he called behind her, "wait!"

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[gamegrumpiess]

Dont Forget About Me PART 2

Hey guysss!!! I kept my promise and gave you a part two of Don't Forget About Me. Buckle up and sit back because there's a lot in this one.

Y/l/n -> your last name

Danny x reader

Warnings? Nah

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FLASHBACK TO 2015

Y/n’s POV

After I graduated, I ended up moving to California to pursue my voice acting career. But as it turns out, it's much harder than it seems. Not a lot of opportunities pops up right away for an inexperienced voice actress. So I ended up working in a rocker clothing store down the street from my apartment. It actually pays really well and my coworkers are nice as well as my boss.

Today is one of those rare days where it's really fucking slow. There has been no more than five customers all day. That is until four new customers walked in. Three boys and one girl, (looking really no older than me) all laughing and making jokes while walking around, checking out the items. I didn't mind them being kind of loud, it was a nice refresher from the constant heavy metal they play on the radio here. I love rock and roll as much as a coke head loves drugs, but when you listen to the music constantly every day it's nice to take a break.

The female, somewhat shorter than all the boys with long dark purple hair and having a rocking attitude, came up to me. “I love your style! Do you get a discount on all the dope stuff here?” Her voice was a little rough, like she just got over a cold, but still sounded like silk when she spoke. “Dude, rad hair! Is blue your favorite color too?” The tallest boy with long dreadlocks and somewhat smudged eyeliner, wearing a lot of spikes and leather all around his body. He commented on my dark blue hair I just dyed a few days ago. It was nice refresher from my usual h/c.

All four of them looked at my style in awe with wide eyes. “We’re in a band, how would you like to come see how we sound? I'm Tyler, I play the drums.” Tyler points to the tall boy with dreads. “That's Jason. He's lead guitar.” Dreads, who I now know as Jason, walks up to me and shakes my hand. “And then this is Maxwell, the bass guitarist. But we all like to call him Blade.” My curiosity peeked up. “Why do you guys call him Blade?” Blade comes up to me and shows me his switchblade, perfectly sharpened and shiny. It looks like you could cut yourself just by looking at it for too long. “I carry this with me at all times. Never know what kind of crazy people are doing now-a-days.” He explains to me. Finally, the girl speaks up to me. “I'm Claudia. I'm the girl who does all the screamo in the band because I can't sing for shit.” She says with a cute smile on her face. None of them look any older than me, but I guess no one can really be sure.

“I'd love to check you guys out. What's the name of your band?” Tyler perks up, “It's called Toxic Nightmare! We made it when we were all in high school. We've been struggling to really get our music out there, and we have a pretty decent big fan-base, but we always wanna do better. So it would mean a lot to us if you gave us your opinion?” I nodded with a smile. “I'm down! My shift ends in about 20 minutes, would you guys be willing to wait until then and I can tell you guys then?” They all nodded in agreement. Little did I know, that would be the day when my life got way better.

BACK TO PRESENT 2018

That same day, we all went to their rehearsal area so I could hear them play. Although I did like the way Claudia sounded since she put so much passion and emotions into her screaming, I thought it could use some actual singing. Sadly none of them knew anyone who knew how to sing, so Claudia had the idea to have me try and sing. Turns out, my singing voice with her screaming sounds really awesome. Next thing I knew, I was officially part of Toxic Nightmare as the new lead singer. All of us have grown insanely close. I really consider Tyler, Jason, Blade, and Claudia as my family.

Since i've joined TN, we've really blown up in terms of getting our music out there in the world. It feels like so long since I've met them, as if I've been with them my entire life. My mom and step dad enjoy my music, which is insane considering they're devoted Christians. Jacob, now that he's older says him and his friends listen to our music as well.

I hear my phone ringing, my mother's specific ringtone I put for her a year ago. Her favorite song she dedicated to me when I was 7.

"Helloooo?" I hear movement, and then my mother's voice through the microphone. "Y/n!! How are you, my daughter? What time is your flight?" I smile to myself, thinking how I can't wait to spend the holidays with my family. Well, the ones that care about me anyway. My biological fathers side of the family disowned me after they found out what I do for a living now. And most of my mom's side of the family doesn't really talk to me as much anymore. "I'll be there by tomorrow at 8:00 in the morning." I fill her in on all that's happened this week. We have a new tour coming up in 2019, all around America. We also made sure that our last stop in the tour is in New Jersey, so my brother can come to our concert since itd be close to his birthday. "Oh! Y/n, Debra and Avi are going to spend the holidays with us! Daniel is coming here as well. Have you talked to him at all?"

I shake my head, somewhat forgetting she can't see me. "In all honesty, mom, no. I've tried to contact him a lot, but his number changed and I really don't want to go asking Avi and Debbie his number. I feel like that's kinda creepy." She takes a bite out of her food before answering. "Well at least you'll see him soon, you can catch up with him then," I hear yelling and movement in the background. "Okay hun, your brother and his girlfriend is here, I'll talk to you soon! Much love to the others."

She hangs up the phone and I sit there for a few more minutes. Dan's gonna be there. I'll get to see him after all these years. The last time I saw him was so long ago, I think about three years on the fourth of July. We talked for a bit, his girlfriend at the time took a dislike to me the minute she saw me, so I didn't have much time to talk to him. I know he's finally living the dream he's always had, and I'm more than proud of what he's doing. I listen to music during the times when I have a breather, which is pretty rare since I'm part of TN. Now that I think really hard about Dan, I remember how much I liked him when I was younger. All those years ago having this huge crush on his lanky, dorky self. Before my mind can go any farther, I force myself to go finish packing everything I need to go for the next two weeks. I hope and pray everything goes well, Im excited to see Avi and Debbie, and Dana, and Dan.. focus, y/n. You'll have time to daydream on the plane.

DAN

"I appreciate you picking my up from the airport, Mrs y/l/n. I thought it'd be a nice surprise to my parents for the holidays." She shakes her hand at me with a smile on her face. "I don't mind, son. You know I consider you part of the family. I have to pick up y/n at the airport tomorrow morning too." My head shoots up at the mention of her name. "Y/n's coming?" She raises an eyebrow and gives a small smirk. "Well yes. She took some time off to come here. Her last time off before her big tour coming up. She's been working so hard, I'm glad she's taking a break. Especially with us." I nod my head, slowly zoning out and daydreaming about seeing her again.

Before I know it, we're home. I thank Mrs y l n once again and give her hug before making my way back to my house, which is still across the street.

TOMORROW MORNING

I wake up at 7, which is insanely early for me. Mrs y l n should be leaving to pick y n up soon. I can't stress how proud I am of her. Toxic Nightmare is one of my favorite bands. I even showed Arin and Brian some of there songs. Y n's voice is like heaven, and her band mates are all super talented. Everytime I have a chance I listen to their songs, watch their music videos, I've even seen some interviews they've done. (Only real true fans know that her and I were really close back in the day.) She's grown into a beautiful woman, amazing voice, beautiful body, a hard-working mindset. In all honesty I've grown to be a fanboy for her. She's funny, too. She's been featured in several YouTubers videos and she's made me laugh each time. Arin likes to tease me about my little crush on her. But trust me, I can't be blamed. She's practically my dream woman.

I've zoned out so much, I didn't realize Mrs y l n getting in her car and driving away. She's told me she sees me and y n getting together. I mean, I wouldn't mind that. These two weeks are gonna be a hell of a ride...

TO BE CONTINUED ONCE AGAIN

[phoenix-stfu-blog]

I Promise, You're Safe Here

Title? I Promise, you’re safe here. Chaptered? It might be ;) Word Count? 1393 Gendered? Yes, Female. X Reader? Yep danny x reader Warnings? anorexia, depression, self harm. PLEASE, if you are struggling, text ‘home’ to 741741. It is a crisis help line. ❤ The obnoxiously loud alarm on your phone blared in my ear, the alarm you had set for 9am. You groggily rolled out of bed, slipped on some dark, navy, ripped up skinny jeans that surprisingly still fit. See, you hate your body figure. No one knows this, except for your best friend, Arin. You’ve been friends for a long time, since you were about 7.

Currently you’re 32, and Arin is 30. It’s odd you’ve stuck by each other for this long. You put on your (f/c) hoodie, then walked out of your bedroom. You decided to call Arin, he told you that you could see where all the 'Grump magic happened’. He said he’d also introduce me to his wife, Suzy, his friend Danny, and some others like Ross and Barry. You grabbed the phone, and clicked his contact.

“Hey asshole, when are you picking me up to go to the Grump Sp-” You suddenly got cut off when Arin decided to burst through my front door. “Does that answer your question?” You let out a small chuckle, you were actually always impressed at how easily he could make you laugh. You two had practically the same humor. Dick humor.

“You always did know how to make me laugh, didn’t you Arin?” He smiled at your comment, but then he plopped himself on your grey couch. “I thought you were taking me to Grump Space?” He groaned, and just threw his keys on your coffee table. He sat up, and looked you directly in the eyes. His eyes were basically burning into you. That got deep.

“(y/n) i want to talk about something. It’s your wellbeing really-” You stopped him there. “Arin i really don’t want to talk about it. We’ve talked about it already, i’m okay! i promise.” You hadn’t looked at him the whole time, because you could never look him in the eyes while lying. He knew exactly when you were lying, and he could definitely tell now.

“Please don’t lie to me, i just want to make sure you’re actually okay. I won’t hurt you. You know i won’t.” He was right. You used to be abused by your father when you came out as bisexual. Because of that, you were always afraid someone would harm you. This caused you to self harm, some of the scars are still there on your thighs are wrists, hence why you always wear hoodies and pants. Sure, the pants had rips in them, but it was never too visible, so you wore them anyway. Arin used to always check your wrists, but he doesn’t anymore, surprisingly. Maybe it’s because you finally got your 'happy medicine,’ as people would call it. Recently, you stopped taking them.

“(y/n)? are you okay? You kinda spaced out there. Also just know, that no one at game grumps is going to judge you or hurt you in any possible way. I’ve known these guys for a long while now, just like you. First, did you take your meds?” You huffed at that last sentence. “Yes, i took my medicine. Can we go now?” Arin picked up his keys, then you two trudged out the door and into his car. Arin glanced over to you on occasion, but you were just staring into your phone.

“Did you eat breakfast yet? Or are you hungry?” You slowly look to Arin, knowing you haven’t eaten anything in a while. The only thing he doesn’t know about you is that you’re anorexic. He has no clue you haven’t eaten in days. “Uh, no i had some toast earlier. I’ll be good.” You bluntly stated. Arin just shrugged and said they’d order pizza later anyway. Suddenly, we stopped and pulled up to a building. “Our destination awaits.” Arin took his keys, and bursted open the door like it was his home. I mean, it basically was.

“WE’RE HERE!” Arin beamed, pretty sure Britain knows we’re in the Grump space. Danny basically leapt down the stairs, and started shouting. As usual. You started shaking, you hated when people yelled. You felt a panic attack coming on, nothing new. But there was something new, not being able to see anything. There were dark and hazy colors in the corners of your eyes, tears pricking your (e/c) eyes. “A-Arin.. st.. op.” You tried to state, but no use. He couldn’t hear you. Your breathing hitched, taking rapid, short breaths. Danny looked over, his face shifting from excitement to immediate concern.

“Holy shit. Arin? What the hell is wrong with her?” Danny scoffed at Arin. “Fuck dude! She told me she took her meds!” You started to black out, feeling claustrophobic. “Don’t t-touch me!” You screamed out, that being the only thing you could say. Arin and Danny simultaneously backed up from you, giving you some more space. Arin knew what to do, so he held up his hand and signaled 5 fingers. You knew what he was doing, so you tried to take a deep breath in, then release it.

Arin continued this for a couple of minutes, then walked you over to a couch. “It’s okay, we’re here. No ones going to hurt you. Are you okay now (y/n)?” Arin asked. Danny was sat next by you, saying sweet and encouraging words to you. “T-thank you. Just maybe n-next time don’t yell when i g-get here.” Arin and Dan felt really guilty for triggering a panic attack.

About an hour later, it was just you and Danny. Arin, Suzy, Holly, Ross, and Barry all went to go shopping. No clue why, but they did. Danny offered to stay behind with you, just in case something happened. Before the group left, Arin taught Danny what to do incase you had another attack. You and Danny were left on the couch, watching whatever was on. “So, (y/n),” he fiddled with your (h/c) hair, and your head was cuddled up against his chest. You found him very warm and safe.

Your legs were tucked under your thighs, and Danny’s legs were hanging off the couch. “What do you like to do in spare time?” Danny questioned. “I just like to watch you guys’ videos. Me and Arin have the same humor. As it turns out, me and you have a ton in common too. I happen to sing sometimes, and i have uncontrollable hair.” He chuckled, and fluffed your hair up. “I can confirm.” Danny laughed. His giggle was the cutest thing you’d heard in a while. Oh god, did you have a crush on Danny? Probably.

“You want something to eat, fluff?” He gave you the nickname fluff after he messed with your hair earlier on the couch. “No, i’m- uhm.. not hungry.” You lied. You’ve been hungry for days. But you needed to be skinnier, or else no one would like you. Truth is, under the jacket you’re skin and bones. You didn’t see that though.

Danny hadn’t seen you eat all day. “You sure? You haven’t eaten all day. And you’re getting really red- you must be sweating. Why don’t you take your jacket off?” Your head started pounding. “It’s fine Danny, really.” You couldn’t even roll up your sleeves. You had scars lined up and down your arms. “If you say so. At least eat something. please? you look hungry.” Danny insisted. You finally cracked, but you didn’t eat. You showed him your stomach.

“Danny, look at me,” You stood from your position on the couch, and lifted up your hoodie and t-shirt. “Im a freak. I know. Shame me now-” Before you could say anything more, he walked over to you and gave you a bear hug. “Why do you do this to yourself?” He wondered. “Because, i’m too fat, i don’t like my body. As long as i’m alive, i’ll be fine right?.. right?” Danny didn’t say a word, he was still hugging you, his head over your shoulder. “You’re beautiful, (y/n). Please do not let anyone tell you different. I promise, you’re safe here.”

[moonhawk147]

How about a platonic Danny x Reader, where the reader is depressed and has a dream where Danny is their guardian angel and comforts them.

A/N: Here you go Heart! I hope you do not mind that I added a bit of my own experiences in this, but I promise it's still platonic like you asked. Reader pronouns are they/them. Also! The suicide text like is 741741 please use it when you need it.Ah yes, high school. Or as the (H/C) liked to call it, hell. It wasn't necessarily the people who made the old brick building torture, but the stress it caused. Homework on top of studying drove (Y/N) up a wall. On good days they could get all her homework done and at least ten minutes worth of studying done. Normally, however, the nights would would only consist of texting friends, YouTube and self-esteem issues. Not so say that the (E/C) eyed was always like this, just most of the time. Due to her childhood bully, Ross, the poor teenager grew accustomed to the endless taunts until they believed it to be true. So when Ross left to head back to Australia in middle school, it left them with self-esteem issues and a severe case of depression. They never told a soul about Ross nor their depression, believing that it would upset their friends and family. Sighing ever so softly, the (H/C) fifteen year old looked at themselves in the bathroom mirror, glaring. “Look at you, pathetic,” Their talk would always begin, “Hiding behind that stupid smile of yours. God, they must really have been pitying you all this time if they didn't seen the way your lip quivered or how your smile never reaches your eyes.”The talk would normally go on for hours, the (S/C) skinned teen always ending up in tears. However, this time was different. Unlike before, the teen had slashed their legs up with a dull razor their mom threw out, causing ‘the talk’ to only take about ten minutes. Feeling the blood loss starting to take effect, they grab a towel and place it on their bed before laying down over it. The cuts beginning to sting as tears well up in their eyes as guilt fills their heart. Refusing to let the salty water fall from their eyes, they quickly force themselves asleep.Upon opening their eyes, they find themselves in their room. Only… It doesn't feel like their room. “About time you woke up!” A cheerful voice says, seemingly from nowhere. Jumping a bit, the (H/C)ett looks around the room for the source of the voice, “Opps! Still invisible,” The voice says, laughing softly. Almost instantly after speaking, a strange man appears. He was tall and lanky with a giant brown afro for hair. He wore normal clothes, the brand on his t-shirt read NSP. The strangest part was the giant snow white feathery wings coming out from his back.“Woah…” Was all they could muster. Finding this amusing, the stranger laughs, “Woah indeed. So, whatcha doing here?” He asks.“Where… Where is here?” They ask.“Well in the guardian zone of course!” He says, a wide grin on his face.“Guardian… zone?” They say, confusion heavy in their tone. “Oh! Right, mortals don't know about this place!” He says, sitting next to me, “Basically it's like the mortal world, only here guardians hold power to control what's happening. So like, if you were about to get hit by a car but you felt someone pull you back but no one was there. That's because the guardian in the guardian zone pulled you back,” He explains, trying to make it sound less confusing. (Y/N) nods, getting a vague idea for it, “So… Why am I here? If this is purely for guardians, and why are you in my room?”“Ah my dear mortal! The answer is easy! I am Danny and I am your guardian angel! And to answer the first one, only you know the answer to it. You see, you obviously needed me enough to transport yourself here.”They take a pause, trying to figure out why today was different when it hit them, “It… It is because today I got so upset I ended up cutting, isn't it?”Danny smiles sadly and nods, “Yep! Your heart knew it was wrong so it took you here.”“But… But why? You can't do anything about it.”“I can talk.” He says, “I can tell you that you're not alone and people are their to support you but you know that don't you?”(Y/N) keeps quiet, only nodding.“See? You obviously know you're not alone yet you still did it? It doesn't make sense, why would you?”“I… I don't want to bother them with my silly problems…”He nods, “But are they really silly? If they are serious to you then does that not make them serious?”Getting off topic, they ask a small question, “Danny… How did you die? Guardian angels are said to be people who died young and before their time was up.”He looks at me sadly, “I killed myself. Overdosed on some sleeping pills and never woke up.”The (H/C)ett looks at him in shock, “R-Really?”He nods, “Yeah. My first person assigned to me was my best friend Arin. It… It was really eye opening and a bit guilt filled to see how my death affected him. In fact, the week I got him he overdosed on the same pills because he couldn't bare to know that he could have helped when in reality, he couldn't have. Because I selfishly kept my pain to myself, I caused the ones I was trying to protect to feel guilt when they discovered my secret. You see (Y/N), when you keep emotions bottled up, it has a chance of breaking and cause everyone around you to get cut with the shattered glass. It is best to unscrew the top and let emotions pour out naturally. Will it be easy? No. Will it feel better? Yes,” Before he has a chance to continue his thought, the room grew hazy, “It seems our time is up. Please remember what I said (Y/N), start out with one of your friends if you feel you can't tell an adult. And please remember, people are here for you.”

[ashleigh-gtfo-blog]

Neutral

tbh there’s not enough x agender!reader one shots out there so *shoves* here ya go. also (y/h/t) = your home town

[ word count; 1389 ]

Danny x agender!reader

You stare yourself down in the dirty, gloomy mirror. The mirror that mocks you everyday. ‘You will always be one gender. ALWAYS. There are only two. There’s no in between.’ People may say you’re crazy, for saying a mirror teases you. You can’t deny it though.

You grabbed an old, baggy, and torn up ninja sex party shirt. You decided on that, since no one special was supposed to be coming over. You threw on some light grey sweats, and strolled downstairs to make some coffee.

You decided since today was somewhat of a free day for you, that you’d just try to explore the lgbtq+ community a little more. You went on multiple lgbtq tumblr blogs, and decided to send in an ask on one of them. You slid the anon option on, because you didn’t need anybody knowing this was you. You’d began typing when suddenly someone knocked on the door. Well, shit.

“Hello?” You yelled from your crease on the sofa. You heard a faint “Yellow!” You then instantly knew who it was. Arin fucking Hanson. You told him the door was unlocked, so he commenced to waltz into your home like it was his. He perched onto the sofa, then grabbed the remote.

“Uh, Arin if you don’t mind me asking, what the ever loving fuck are you doing here?” You said in a lightly joking manner. He replied with a shrug, you know that usually meant he was bored and had nothing to do or no one to see. Either those or everyone was busy and you were the last choice.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, but you hadn’t realized you left the computer on the lgbtq blog. Arin, being the snoopy bastard he is, decided to read what you’d already wrote.

'Hello, i was wondering if there was a term for not feeling feminine or masculine, but more on the lines of neutral? I’ve been confused lately. I didn’t know if this was a thin’

That was all you’d written before Arin busted through the door. Arin was staring at the screen with his jaw slightly hanging open, before you walked in the room.

“Arin! Did you read that?” You were worried what the answer was. He probably did.

“Erm, yeah. i did read it. Sorry (y/n), I didn’t want to invade but..” Arin’s words slid out of his lips, but you couldn’t focus. Your thoughts quickly invaded your mind. 'He thinks your disgusting. He’ll leave you alone. Get away from him. He’s going to hurt you-’ You were snapped out of your trance with Arin placing his hand on your shoulder. “y/n, it’s okay. It’s not weird at all. I’m not going to hurt you either,” You wondered how he knew what you thought about. “You were thinking out loud. I heard what you said.”

Arin kept saying how you need to send in the ask, since he didn’t know any terms for it either. As soon as 10 minutes later, your question was answered.

'Hi There anon!

The term for not feeling any gender is agender. The pronouns for agender is (they/them). An example- “That’s theirs!” “They don’t need it.” “That’s them over there.” remember! this doesn’t need to be rushed! Take your time :) xx

Hope this helped! -H’

So that was it. You’re agender. Finally, you’d found something that fit you. After 3 years of feeling like this, you’ve found yourself. Arin finally spoke up, and said “So, agender huh?” You glanced over at Arin and nodded. This was you now.

Your hair is already a medium/long length, but you’d always wanted it short. “Arin, could we.. go out today and do some stuff?.. Like.. go get new clothes for me? Maybe even a binder! Cut my hair! This is gonna be great!” Arin looked at you with caring eyes, knowing you were passionate about this.

“I guess we can, but maybe a binder and new clothes later. How about just a haircut first?” You were already so ecstatic, finally you’d look like yourself, and be confident.

About 30 minutes later, you and Arin drove up to his hair salon. The first person that walked up to you guys glanced over at Arin, then retorted, “The usual, Hanson?” Arin shook his head, then pointed at you. “They need a gender neutral haircut. Something short, whatever they’d want.” The stylist lead you to a chair, and started conversation with you. They had a gender neutral cut as well, they seemed friendly.

“So, what are you trying to go for, just a change in styles? peer pressure from friends?” You nodded when they said a change in styles. Arin waited across the room, in a somewhat comfy-looking chair.

One shampooing, condition, color, and haircut later, you were done. Your hair was swooped to the center, with shorter sides. The top was also dyed a gradient Blue. You slowly walked up to Arin, pushing your blue hair out of your face. You were so in love with your hair, you wanted it like this forever. Arin stared at you in awe, knowing this was just the start of a total change.

You weren’t exactly ready to come out to all the grumps, knowing this was the first time you’d be meeting a couple of them. Like you’d already met Suzy, Brian and Kevin. You’ve yet to meet Ross, Barry, Danny, and Holly.

Arin got in the car, then drove you to the Grumps’ place. “Yo! We’re here. Also, is there anything that you’d like me to call you besides (y/n)?” You thought a bit, you hadn’t thought of that yet. “Maybe Rain? That was always a child nickname of mine. Just for now though.” You were given that nickname, because your parents found your love for rain intriguing. You’d always want to out and play in the rain, or just stare out the window during a thunderstorm.

You and Arin strolled into the Grumps’, and everyone was in their separate stations. Danny on the couch, Ross, Kevin and Barry editing, then Holly and Suzy chatting on a beanbag chair. “We’re back guys!” Danny shot up from the couch, eager to meet you. “Hi, (y/n)! Awesome to actually meet you.” He stuck out his hand, then you two shook hands. “Hi, Danny. good to actually meet you.” You said in a monotone voice. You didn’t like him saying your real name.

Arin and Danny invited you to sit in the recording area, just for a while to sit and talk. Danny brought up the topic of childhood pasts. You’d never liked the topic. “So, (y/n), where’d you grow up?” Danny asked you. “(y/h/t).” He knew you sounded a bit peeved, so he asked Arin to leave so he could talk to you alone.

“(y/n), can we talk for a second?” You nodded and shrugged. You refused to speak, because of the use of your birth name. You cringed everytime you heard it.

“Danny, i don’t like you using my name.” Dan looked as puzzled as he could be. “What do you mean by that? Is there a nickname i should call you?” You nodded, “Call me Rain, please. It’s- It’s a child nickname of mine.” Danny smiled that award winning smile of his and nodded. “Any reason why you don’t like people saying your real name?” You grinned, “Yeah, only Arin knows, but you’re about to know as well. I’m agender, that means i don’t classify as masculine or feminine. I’m neutral. You know like, the pronouns 'her’ and 'him’?” Danny gave a loving nod. “I don’t use those, i use 'them’. Like you’d say, 'That’s theirs.’ Do you.. Do you get it?” Danny looked in your (e/c) eyes. “Yeah, i think so. You classify as neutral. Right?” You nod, glad he understands. “Yeah, i do. Thanks for understanding Danny. You’re awesome.” “You’re even better, Rain.” He leaned in, and gave you a warm hug. Suddenly, Arin walks in. “Looks like Rain met Sunshine, huh? I ship it.”

Then, you see Brian outside the window taking pictures and flicking you two off. Casual Brian.

[aplaceforrtprompts]

Holiday Flash Fics: Day 11

Pairing: Arin Hanson x Reader

Prompt: “That #1 Dad sweater isn’t a joke.”

Word Count: 510

Requester: Anonymous

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.”