You could do a thing where the reader is insecure about their weight and Arin shares his own struggles and encouragement?
this took too long, i’m sorry!
Staring at your body in the mirror, you attempted to suck in your gut. You'd been putting on a few pounds, and it was starting to show more than ever. You frowned as you grabbed for a shirt on the desk beside you. One of Arin’s oversized Sailor Moon tshirts, the ones that he’d purposely bought to be a few sizes too big. “At least I can pretend to be smaller with this on,” you mumbled to yourself as you walked out of the bedroom into the living area. Arin’s on the couch, sprawled across it as he blankly watched the video playing from your TV.
“Hey babe, you’re wearing my shirt!” He giggled, “It’s like a dress on you, you could have put on one of the others.”
“Nah, this one feels nicer.”
“It looks like you’re wearing a sheet.”
“Maybe I like it that way.” You said a little more forceful than you had wanted. Arin frowned and he grabbed for the remote, pausing the video on screen.
“Hey, come here, what’s up?” He said, straightening himself up on the couch and patting the space beside him. You huffed and slid in beside him, tucking your legs underneath yourself. He placed a hand behind your back, rubbing it slowly as he waited for you to speak.
“I just…” you shrugged, “Lately I’ve been feeling very….bleh. Because of.” You motioned to your body, not wanting to say the words.
“You’re feeling bleh because of your clothes?” Arin questioned.
“No, because of-” You motioned to your body again.
“I...I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me.”
“I feel fat!” You exclaimed, frowning.
“What’s wrong with that? Do you think there’s something with having some meat on your bones?”
“It’s not that-” Arin cut you off.
“Then what is it? Why do you feel so awful about gaining weight?”
You couldn’t answer it, because what could you say? Why did you feel bad? Why was it tearing you apart so much to have gained a few extra pounds?
“Listen,” Arin scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around you, “I know why you feel bad about it.”
“Y-you do?” You whispered. Arin nodded and you leaned your head on his shoulder.
“You hate that you’re gaining weight because there’s this awful stigma around being more than the average weight. It can get upsetting when you feel that you need to constantly stop yourself from enjoying shit because of it.”
Arin pulled you into his lap as he continued to speak.
“I spent a long time learning to love my body. Even now, it’s still a struggle. But,” Arin paused as he thought of his words, “But you have to realize that you’re more than your body weight. You’ve got personality, intelligence, and you’ve got beauty.”
“You can guess all you want. That’s how I see it and that’s how I see you.” Arin kissed your forehead, and you blushed in response.
“You always know what to say, don’t you?” You asked.
“No, I just know when my advice in needed in certain situations.”
“What about the times you give advice when we don’t want it?”
“Those are the times I’m purposely being an asshole because I love you all.”
You chuckled. “Of course it is.”
