You And Arin Hanson Were Going To Be Siblings By Law, Your Mother Was Marrying His Father, And Now You Had To Attend The Wedding. But There Is A Certain Guest There That Has Caught Your Eye. He Isn't Dancing, Or Doing Any Activity For That Matter. So What Will Happen When He Finally Gathers Up The Courage To Talk To You?

"What are you going to do to me?" You asked as you shakily backed yourself up into the wall behind you. "I think a better question would be: what am I not going to do to you?" He chuckled darkly. S I N. HIGHEST RANK: #123 in Fanfiction (Thank you guys so much!!♥) #22 in tag "xreader" #1 in darkiplier

The Piano is a wondrous instrument. It can play whatever you desire, something terrifying, dramatic, or absolutely breathtaking. The Violin is a work of art. It can play whatever tugs at your heart strings, be it slow and agonizing, or fast and awe-inspiring. The two work together like pen and paper, flowers and honeybees, hearts and love letters. However, sometimes, one instrument needs to craft some inspiration to get the other playing right again.

You are an artist with a quirk that controls peoples emotions when you touch them and you run into a skeleton of a man in the corner store and quickly spark up a conversation.