#damien haas fluff fic

[knollridge]

Last Saturday

Smosh

Damien x Reader

1,090 wordcount

No warnings, just more Smoffice™ fluff

Last Damien fic! This was def an extended quarantine project for me and I had a lot of fun trying something new :) I more than appreciate all the love I’ve gotten in likes, reblogs, comments, and asks! Perhaps I’ll be back in the future with a different person. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!!!

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Damien eyes you up and down with amusement as you work at your desk, your foot bouncing along to your “Get Sh!t Done” playlist while you try to concentrate on the screen in front of you. Your hand idly taps a pencil to the beat and your head begins to bop along to the music starting to take over your thoughts.

Nothing would have been able to throw off your groove until you met Damien’s gaze. Your mini jam session slows to a halt as you look up, finding a wide smile and eyes that - while encouraging you to go on - made you self-conscious enough to stop. It wasn’t any easier having a hot guy stare at you, even if he was your boyfriend.

“Aw, why’d you stop?” Damien asks gently with a hint of mischief in his tone. “A few more songs and I think you would have been dancing like you did on Saturday.” He nonchalantly takes leave from his desk and gives you a quick peck on the forehead before slipping behind you to grab a cup of coffee. The feeling from his words and his lips on your temple leaves your cheeks blushed and your body warm. Thank goodness no one else is in here right now.

“You know what, regardless of what I did or did not do on Saturday, I don’t think you should be proclaiming that around the office” you retort, in only the smallest of annoyances. It was rare that either of you went out, much less stayed out, to party - but Courtney’s birthday was a special exception. And maybe things got a little more exciting than you cared to remember...but that doesn’t mean he gets to say anything about it. “Besides,” you calmly posit under a small smile, “I think I can recall a certain someone moving like a mid-40s, suburban father of three on the dance floor and crashing like one when we got home ‘cause he can’t handle his liquooorrr.” Your sing-songy teasing causes a tinge of red to appear under Damien’s collar as he rolls his eyes.

“Agghh alright true,” he concedes with a smile as he pulls up behind you with one hand on your shoulder. “Buuuut,” he continues while lowering his face to speak softly into your ear, “as much as I’m hearing you loved my dancing, I can bet you I definitely loved your moves more.” His entire presence seems to be whisked away as his voice and touch leave you, sitting back down at his desk and giving you a wink that makes you want to melt before diving right back into his work. Well somebody’s in a rare mood today...I’m not complaining...there’s just no way I’ll be able to get anything done now...

You fidget with your pencil and try your hardest to focus on editing. With nothing nearly as inspiring hitting you as hard as Damien’s comment, you decide to take a quick break to regain your headspace.

“I think I’m gonna go get a snack from the other room, do you want anything?” you ask him as you stand up to leave.

“I’ll actually be there in a bit cause I need to grab some stuff, so I can get it myself. But thanks, I’ll be right behind you.” He smiles at you brightly and you nod in response before teasing him more.

“Ugh, why you so obsessed with me?” you ask with a dramatic eye roll and a playful smile. You can hear him pity laugh at your half-joke as you walk down the hall to the other room.

Relieved at the chance to take a break and regroup, you begin to peruse your food options while the song playing in your earbuds from before makes its way back into your consciousness. Moving a bit to the music you take your pick of what’s left on the breakfast table, making sure to mind your head of the cabinets above you. And as promised, Damien strolls in almost immediately with a packet of papers in hand.

“Oh my god, Damien! How long has it been, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” You flash a huge smile that nearly covers the trespass of that worn joke. Damien, thankfully in his good graces, replies accordingly.

“Oh my god (y/n)! I think it’s been the longest, barely 2 minutes of my life!” You both give each other tired smirks and you marvel at how hard he works on his comedy (and is genuinely the funniest person you know) and yet still indulges your lowbrow antics. “I finally finished my notes on this script so it’s time to crack open a cold one!” he says as he makes his way over to where you are.

“Good on you babe” you reply with general contentment that he remains so hot and so diligent. Still feeling the music flow through you and focused on which doughnut to get, you barely notice Damien’s muscular arm reaching over your head until you feel him tightly pressed right up behind your bent posture.

“Sorry babe it’s a bit of a squeeze, I just need to get into this cabinet....you don’t have to stop doing what you’re doing though.” The drop in his voice causes a brief horror to cross your face as you finally realize why this positioning felt so familiar:

Saturday.

The fear of anyone else in the office witnessing more than they did on that night jerks you upright, sending your head crashing into the cabinet above. Your body moves backwards in response to the blow, taking Damien down too, as you fall into him and he collapses on to the chair that forced the tight space in the first place. Holding your head, you find yourself sat on his lap with him grasping your waist, catching you. “Oh my gosh babe, are you okay???” The concern in his voice is matched with his hands turning you around, steadying you with one and gingerly feeling your forehead and scalp with the other.

“Goddamn….yeah, I’m fine” you sigh into a small chuckle as you struggle a bit to find your footing. Damien laughs with you and (and a little bit at you) but doesn’t let go and makes sure to watch your balance. You reassure him with a smile and he walks with his arm around you back to your desks.

Before you bite into your doughnut and resume work Damien quips, “Juuust like Saturday, huh babe?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, “just like Saturday.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ First Fake Date || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ More Than Friends || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Love Hurts || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧♡☽

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Princess || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

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[whoaoops]

Tea?

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s been so long since I last wrote! Life kinda kicked my ass and I’ve been very much a non-functioning human with zero inspiration. But! It is back and I’d like to thank a dear friend of mine for being awful and putting this idea in my head. I blame her entirely. Enjoy!

Tags: Purely fluffy, with a stressed out reader in need of looking after

A yawn escaped your lips as you stretched your arms upwards and stretched your back. It was a much-needed movement and you felt infinitely better after it, pressing your cold fingertips to your tired eyes after slinging your headphones around your neck.

You’d been editing more or less all day; taking only a brief moment to grab your lunch before shuffling back into the office to continue. You weren’t behind on deadlines; but you were really hoping to get it all done before Friday so you could spend an actual, uninterrupted weekend with your boyfriend.

Sighing, you checked the time. It was early evening now, though it felt like you’d been editing for years. With how awkward the cuts were being, and with your software having crashed several times, you were almost ready to throw in the towel. The weekend served as your reward and reminder to keep going.

You were about to place your headphones back on and carry on when you heard a soft knock on the door behind you. You swivelled your chair and turned to the door to see Damien leaning against the doorframe. He must have got back from work recently and you’d not heard. Clad in the Smosh sweatpants and an old shirt, his hair back in his ponytail but a strand had fallen free to frame his face. His warm eyes met yours sympathetically, seeing how tired you were.

“Well hey there, tired bean” he smiled as he pushed off the doorframe, padding over to you and placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You mumbled a greeting back as you leaned into him, his arms draping over your shoulders.

“You look beat, everything ok?” his eyes moved to the screen and saw the chaos of your project and his brow furrowed. “Oh. Oh that looks stressful.”

“Mhmm, crashed four times today as well, so I should technically be further than this.” You resigned yourself to pulling away from him and looking back to the screen. “I just want to try and get it done today so we don’t have to worry about anything this weekend, you know?”

“I know babe, you’re doing a great job I’m sure.” His hand rested on your shoulder and you instinctively leant your cheek down to meet it. “How about I make you a tea and a snack so you can carry on for a little while longer, and you can finish for the day when I call dinner yeah?”

“But what if I don’t get it done in time?” You whined, knowing his intentions were well meaning but you’d probably have to play catch up tomorrow.

“You’ll feel better about it all when you’ve rested. Fresh perspective on it and all that right?”

You slumped down slightly in your chair, knowing he made a very valid argument. With a sigh, you looked up and pouted. “Fine. But it best be a damn good tea and dinner mister.”

He laughs as he breaks away, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “You got it, right away ma’am.”

You laugh as he walks off, calling out “How did I get so lucky?” after him.

“That’s not your question to ask!” He shoots back as he exits the room laughing.

You smile to yourself and take a breath. Yeah, you could totally get this done before the weekend, especially with the promise of tea and dinner made for you.

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[the-dead-skwad]

He left X Reader X Damien Haas

So after a long time of staring at an empty page I have finally wrote something again. This request: Hey! I don’t know if you’re taking requests, but if your are then could I request an imagine where reader and Damien Haas break up and they’re sad and stuff, so the rest of the smosh fam try to get them back together, please? @lula132 

I’m so sorry it too so long.. but here is one of two ideas I had. I can post the other when I finish it. I finally got over my writer block. 

You were lying face first on the sofa yet again. In the background you could hear some anime show playing but you had no energy to move and actually watch it. Swimming in your own thoughts the sound of your front door opening made you jump.

"Jesus Christ!" Courtney's voice boomed across your open plan living room.

You lifted you head revealing two wet patches from your tears. "Hey." You sniffled.

"Awhh buddy." She pushed your gross tissues off the sofa with a pen and sat down next to you. "How you feeling?" She wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

"Erm.. I'm gonna be honest, not so great." You sniffled again "I feel like my heart got shit on."

"I don't understand man.. None of us do." She squeezed you tighter.

"He just left.. No reason, no sorry, just gone."

"He's in Japan at the moment."

"I know, I saw his instagram." You snuggled closer into her "Maybe he met someone over there the last time he went. That's literally the only thing I could think of."

"I never thought he would ever do that to you man... Did he leave any of his things here?"

"A few hoodies, some games, not much." You pulled on the jumper you were wearing "I swear this one stills smells like him."

"No offence dude, but you straight up smell like beer and Cheetos."

You half smiled at her "You're an asshole."

"But Ian said you were coming back in tomorrow."

"Yeah, I am. I can't stay away forever."

"Okay then, " She pulled away from the cuddle "Lets sort your stinky ass out. Get a shower, clean up this place, get you outside, fresh and ready for tomorrow."

"Christ." You sighed as you stood up "I guess I have to."

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The beeping of Courtney's car snapped you out of you day dream, almost spilling your coffee. You picked up your work bag, placed your mug in the sink and headed out. She sat in the car smiling and waving like a mad man as you locked the door.

She wound the window down and music blasted out. She sung at the top of her voice, while you prayed none of your neighbors were watching you.

"Hey!"

"Oh jesus!" The creepy old lady that lived next door popped up from behind her fence scaring the life out of you. "Good morning Mrs Kersh."

"Nice to see you out of your pajamas, not crying."

"Thanks!... You nosey old bitch." The last part was under your breath.

You jumped in the car, "Who the hell is that?" Courtney tried looking around you at the old lady.

"One of the noseyest old bags I've ever met." You slapped your knees "Anyway, lets do this.. I'm ready to go back to my shared office, that I share with the man you broke my heart."

"No!" Courtney shouted at you "You got 3 days before he's back from Japan. None of this sad shit. We are all coming together to cheer you up."

"Fine." You smiled at her.

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The first thing you saw as you pulled into the parking lot was Shayne’s smiling face. You jumped out the car and he ran to you squeezing you as tight as he could.  "Oh" he spoke into your jumper "I wanted to come see you.. but I didn't want to upset you."

"It's okay man. I understand, he's your best friend." You squeezed him a little tighter till you both let go.  

Walking into the office everyone was smiling at you but in such a weird way. You walked to the ballpit and sat at your desk. You were faced with a photo of you and him just smiling your dumb faces off. "Ugh jesus." You put your head on your desk.

"Hey." Noah's sweet little voice came from behind you "I made you a coffee."

"Oh thanks.. That’s super sweet."

"How are you?"

You smiled "I'm fine man.. yanno its a break up. Yeah he broke my heart but I'm not dying. Everyone is just looking at me super weird."

"Yeahhh, they just don't want to upset you. It's a difficult situation."

"I'm just going to get my head down today, got so many emails and scripts to look at at."

"Good, if you need anything." He gently patted you on the back.

"Thanks Noah." You smiled as he walked over to his desk. You put your head phones in and focused on your computer.

Only a few minutes had passed and you were trying to ignore the commotion going off behind you. Usually it was just Shayne doing something stupid. But then again you could do with cheering up a bit. You took your head phones out and spun in your office chair. Looking across the office everyone was stood in a group. That's when your heart fell out of your ass. He was stood there smiling as though nothing had happened. Your mouth was dry and you felt cemented to your chair. 'I gotta get out of here.' You thought to yourself. As you stood you felt as though the whole room had shrunk and everyone was looking at you. It wasn't true, you grabbed your mug and ran to the kitchen as fast as your could.

While the coffee machine did it's thing you stood with your hands on the counter, just staring at nothing. Your heart was pounding out your chest when someone in the door way made you jump "I'm making coffee!" You almost screamed it.

"Okay dude.." Luckily it was Courtney.

"Sorry, I'm just freaking out..." You looked at her "Like bad."

She ran over to you and hugged you  "Awhh, I didn't know he was going to be back today. I'm sorry."

"Its okay." You hugged her back. "Do you reckon I could sneak out the window?"

"This is your work as much as it is his." She put both her hands on your arms holding you in place "Now, get out there, flip that hair and show you are a strong woman!"

"Sir yes sir.." You mocked her. She kicked you as you left the room. You ran back into the kitchen.

"What! Do I need to walk out there with you?"

"No, I forgot my coffee." Taking the mug you left again. You took a deep breath and held your head high. Making no eye contact with anyone you sat at your desk.

"Hey."

"Jesus.. I swear like 5 people have made me jump today." You turned to the person on the desk next to you and your smile dropped.

"You look nice." Damien tried to smile at you.

You took a breath to gather some courage "What are you doing?"

"Y/N I'm sorry but.."

You cut him off "You don't get to say anything, look I don't want to argue or even talk about this while we're surrounded by all our friends and colleges. But I know we have to talk so.." You looked around "I know Smosh games is empty because Mari said she won't be back for a few days."

"Okay, I'll go put my lunch in the fridge and I'll meet you there."

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You had been waiting for around 10 minutes and you were getting more and more wound up. Going over all the things you wanted to say to him. The door opened and the look on hias face just stopped all that anger instantly.

You groaned "This is so much harder than I thought it was going to be."

"What?" He sat in his gaming chair.

You sat in yours that was of course right next to his. "Well, we had this whole life together. A house, cats, we wear each others clothes, we work basically on each others knee everyday, we even have the same friends." You sighed "How can we possibly live normally with out being together? And I know we did it before but..."

"Y/N" He cut you off this time "Stop talking... Just for a second and breathe." He took both of your hands in his, you wanted to pull away but your heart was aching for him "I know I messed up really bad but I still love you."

"How can you say that?" A tear fell down your left cheek "You left me alone in our house, went to another country with out even a good bye. No explanation, nothing." You sniffled and looked at him dead in the eye "You broke my heart Damien."

"I am so so sorry." His voice was low "I panicked and I wish I could change what I did. I know how much I hurt you and it hurts me knowing I was the person to make you feel like this. But I pray deep down that one day you can forgive me for leaving you."

"What do you mean you panicked? Damien... We've been together for 4 years. Nothing new was going off."

"The day before I left I bought this." He reached into the front pocket pf his bag and passed you a small box.

"What the flying fuck is this?" You opened it and was faced with a beautiful engagement ring. "Are you serious?"

"Look.." He sounded panicked "I don't want to to answer but I bought this then I freaked out and I just fucked up big time. I don't even know if we're actually together right now but just hold onto it and I stay in our spare room for now."

"Okay.." You put the ring on your pocket "I suppose I'll think about it." You walked over to the door and pulled the handle down but the door was locked "What the hell?" You pulled on the door a bit to no avail.

"Sorry guys!" Courtney's voice came from the other side of the door "You're not coming out till you sort this out."

"You were made for each other so fix it!" Shayne screamed at you.

You turned and smiled and Damien "Fuck."

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[fictionalove]

wolf bite - damien haas x reader

a/n: hello! i decided i would try my hand at writing a little one shot again! i haven't really written fanfic for like 4 years lol but i love smosh n damien so yeah here's this. i hope u enjoy! 

~ inspired by the song wolf bite by owl city :) ~

You thrashed in the cold sheets as you were slowly woken by a soft voice. “Hey, Hey.. Hey babe it’s alright,” Damien said, trying to calm you. “What’s wrong are you ok?” “uh, I think so?” your response earned a chuckle from Damien. “Thats not really a question you're supposed to answer with another question.” “Sorry Dames. I-I had a bad dream... I was in my old room, with my parents, and they were yelling at me. every word felt like a-, a wolf bite... I felt like I was dying but I couldn't scream, I was losing my mind, I just wanted them to stop but they wouldn't... I felt like I was lost and I didn't belong anywhere...” Damien immediately wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry babe. That sucks. I know the past can be scary, but you’re not there anymore. We’re not there anymore.” “But what if the sky falls down, or my time runs out-” “Then I’ll appear, even despite your fear. I’ll be here  even in your darkest nights, I’ll be your light. “I don't wanna lose my mind, I don't wanna fall down into the deep pit of darkness and despair again... I-I don’t wanna fall...” You were silenced by a pair of soft lips on your own. “That won't happen, we’ll make sure of it. And if it does, then I’ll show you the way out.” In between tears, you managed to choke out a “thank you.” “Of course Y/N. You’re my angel, If you call, I’ll be there.” 

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[blue-cassowary]

Selenophile

Allusion is a figure of speech, in which one refers covertly or indirectly to an object or circumstance from an external context.

 

Shayne confesses his love in a roundabout way multiple times. It takes Damien quite a long time to get the message.

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[thegaygermangamer]

A chapter written by our very own blueberrie!

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[frogocado]

Top Dog (Damien Haas x Reader)

Damien asked you for help with his New Year’s Eve party. Having met the man at a mutual friend’s house party, you found it incredibly hard to ignore how easy it was to get along with him. He was witty and charming and outrageous, all things that you seemed to lack within your group of LA friends.

There were only so many times you could play Settlers of Catan with your coworkers from Starbucks before you wanted to poke your own eyes out. Damien came to a board game night with his friend Shayne, the two of them having met your coworker during what the three of them always called “another life” without elaborating. They had brought games that you actually enjoyed, like Exploding Kittens and introducing the group to Bucket of Doom. It also helped that they were the only ones who seemed to appreciate your Harry Potter jokes.

Over the months, the two of you spent more time together, occasionally accompanied by Shayne or a few of Shayne and Damien’s friends from their place of employment. You didn’t know much about Smosh, only seeing a small handful of videos, one of which was a live show that featured Shayne, Damien, and a few people you had been introduced to. It was a big production, something you were sure you’d never be comfortable doing.

The invitation had been welcomed as your feelings for Damien had slowly developed out of friendship range and more into crush territory. For the most part, you pushed them down, contributing them to the overall affection the pair of you shared with each other. You were both new to a lot of things, like the insurgence of Internet culture into every day life and a new job in a new place. You were both fish out of water, of course you clung to one another.

When you arrived, it was an hour before the official start of the party. You had brought snacks and board games, stacked neatly underneath your arm. Damien opened the door before you even knocked, black framed glasses and a light stubble dressing his face. You had only seen him in glasses a handful of times, often when he’d visit you on your morning shift every Wednesday before he headed to the office.

“Hi.” He seemed flustered as he let you in. You slipped off your shoes and looked around the apartment, noticing how it already appeared to be set up. The center kitchen island was empty except for bottles of soda and spaces for bottles of liquor. Snacks were still in their bags along the counter tops and boxes of board games covered the coffee table.

“Damien, you don’t need my help at all,” you said as you added your games to the stack and entered the kitchen to lean against the counter island. “The place looks great.”

“Okay, well, I know I should have told you the real reason why I asked you here but we’ve already discussed how if I were a video game character, I’d be shy guy.” He pushed his frame up and onto his kitchen counter. His eyes down on his hands, his voice soft, he continued after a pause. It all tumbled out of his lips at once, as if it had been building like a storm inside his chest. “Shayne has been my best friendfor years. He helps me feel centered and happy in the midst of the mess that sometimes happens in my head because of alcohol and atmosphere and... This is the first party I’m having with my new coworkers and Shayne can’t make it until way later and I just need someone to keep me from hitting that point. I just need someone to lean against sometimes and if I’m gonna portray this hip guy thing for the New Year, I gotta like have someone near me, you know?”

You feel your face flush with red the more you listen to him speak. When his eyes finally met yours, you were certain you had evolved into a tomato, bright and red. It was the quietness, the vulnerability, the way he sounded like he needed you. This new layer of Damien made your heart do a skip you didn’t quite expect. When you didn’t respond right away, his eyes crinkled sadly and a small smirk played on his lips. “I guess now you know how like, totally uncool your first LA friend is, huh, Y/N?” He slid off the counter and stepped forward, picking a bit of lint off your jacket.

“No,” you responded, the closeness helping you regain your composure and snark. “I just think it might help if you just went and shaved and put your contacts in. Go from soft puppy to top dog, you know?”

This made him crack, a full grin spreading over his features. It was contagious, because of course it was. “Soft puppy to top dog, huh?” He chuckled, rubbing his cheek with his knuckles. “You’re probably right.” The joke seemed to give him his energy back and he moved toward the bathroom. The two of you spend the next thirty minutes bantering and giggling. It turns his nervous energy into something more excited.

When people began to arrive, Damien was loud and welcoming and showed people where to place their brought bottles of alcohol. He sat next to you during a Jackbox TV game, the two of you occupying the corner of the couch, his body leaning against yours. After a couple of your answers that had the rest of the party laughing, Damien would giggle a little longer than everyone else, sending you a look of soft pride and amusement.

When Shayne finally did show up, it was ten minutes to midnight. The entire room is loud and joyous and someone has pulled up a countdown until midnight on Damien’s TV. You found yourself alone in the living room, holding a mug of coffee in one hand as you leaned against the couch, watching Damien interact with his coworkers and friends. You hoped that one day, you’d have the same commradere and appreciation with a group of friends in your new strange city.

It was a minute until midnight and Damien appeared at your elbow, smiling sheepishly as everyone has already begun the countdown from sixty. You knew the smile is a thank you, and although unnecessary, you welcomed it all the same because the one thing that made Damien incredibly charming was the fact that he had no fucking idea. You grinned in response, bringing an arm around his waist. As your hand pressed into the small of his back, you felt him almost breathe into the touch, relaxing. “Top dog?” He questioned. His voice was soft and whether it was because he simply couldn’t overpower his friends or he didn’t want to, you weren’t sure. 

Forty, thirty-nine, thirty-eight...

“I can’t hear you,”  you mouthed to him. His grip tightened on your arm and he steered you to the small hallway between the living room and his bedroom.

“Did I make it to top dog status?” He asked you, leaning down close to your ear. “Do you think I earned it?” The mug still in your hand, voices mixing loud enough to become white noise around the two of you, less than a minute to midnight, and the only thing you could think about was when Damien would slip off to find a New Year’s kiss.

You considered the question and shrugged, tucking the mug against your chest as you leaned on your tip toes to reach his ear. “I can’t say anything for anyone else, but you definitely earned it in my book.”

The two of you grinned at each other and his arm moved off your elbow, instead pulling you closer by your hip. “That’s all I was really wondering, Y/N.” His face was still closer than it needed to be, his eyes moving from your eyes to your lips with a soft blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Is it?” The dare made him raise an eyebrow as the countdown hit ten. “I mean, y’know, it is a new year.” You grinned, giving an answer to a question he didn’t seem ready to ask yet.

At five seconds ‘til, Damien took your mug from your hand and placing it on the ground next to the two of you in the hallway. “Can I kiss you?” He asked in a whisper, stepping closer against your frame. Your body pressed into the wall and you nodded, lost in the buzzing energy of the party and the people around you whooping and applauding being together. It seemed to echo what you felt as his head dipped, pressing his lips softly and unsure against yours. Glad to be in the privacy of the hallway, your arms drifted around his neck as you kissed back. 

#damien haas #damien haas x reader #fic #this is FLUFF #smosh games fic #damien haas fic #smosh #smosh games

[bloodyjacksparrow]

not me shamelessly self promoting my fics❤

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Smosh

Relationships: Damien Haas/Shayne Topp, Damien Haas & Shayne Topp

Characters: Damien Haas, Shayne Topp

Additional Tags: Thunderstorms, Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling

Language: English

Summary:

Damien’s never been a fan of storms.

#smosh #smosh fanfic #damien haas #shayne topp #shaymien #damien haas x shayne topp #ao3 #ao3 Smosh

[knollridge]

Long Day

Smosh

Damien x Reader

1,583 wordcount

Hello!! Second attempt at fic writing~ thank you so much for the love on my first one, I really appreciate it ❤️

No warnings, just absolute fluff involving a rough day that (y/n) is having and how Damien helps/comforts you through it in which I may or may not have heavily projected quarantined touch-starvedness through

Enjoy!!!

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Pressure builds in your head as you feel an onslaught of angry tears make their way to the front of your face.

Your skin is lit, as if by match-strike, with the dirty pink hue of heat and frustration.

Your whole body screams and you want to do the same.

But you can’t.

The toilet a few stalls down flushes and you hear the regular clicks, clatter, and rushing water of someone leaving the bathroom. Every part of your concentration goes towards suppressing what should have been a pleading and violent sob. Tears spill hotly down your flushed cheeks and you know that you’ll need more than the short period allotted for break to fix this.

But you don’t have that kind of time.

Your phone light burns just a bit too brightly on your stinging eyes as you search your screen. You have 4 minutes to pull it together. Feverishly pulling at the toilet paper roll you take immense notice of how loud the uneven cardboard cylinder makes every single turn, but choose - in an effort of timeliness and frustration - to ignore it.

2 minutes.

You grab eye drops out of your bag that Olivia thankfully gifted you last Smoshmas in an amazingly elaborate pun and dot them in each eye.

1 minute.

One last check in the mirror, and even though your eyeliner and mascara are gone, you have to call it good.

You briskly walk out of the bathroom and bump directly into Damien.

“Woah hey (y/n) I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He places an apologetic hand on your upper arm as his soft, brown eyes peer into yours.

“Hey, sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going” you mumble as you quickly cut the line between your shared gaze and turn to walk away from him.

“No worries! I wasn’t being as vigilant as I normally am, it’s been a long day already” he continues with a light sigh as he moves in to walk next to you. “Looks like its getting to you too, are you doing okay?”

Wanting to burst back into tears at the thought of anyone - much less Damien - noticing and caring about your emotional state, you keep focus on your footsteps and try to choose your words carefully. Right, left, right, left...

“Oh yeah I’m fine!!” your voice catches a small hitch as an upbeat persona takes over. “You’re right, it’s been a looong day hahah.” You turn your head towards him and flash a wide and almost believable smile with your eyes squinted closed so he can’t read them any further. Damien studies your expression, his thick brows coming together in question of your sincerity. A knot begins forming in your stomach as you realize he’s been looking at you without your makeup on. God, he knows. I mean, who loses their makeup halfway through the day?? It’s only a few more doors down to the conference room, I’m sure he’ll forget about it by the time we-

You don’t have time to react as Damien’s hand grips your forearm and pulls you into a small room and closes the door. You can’t see anything until you hear him flip a switch revealing a tight, three-walled room shelved from top to bottom with miscellaneous board games...and you and Damien, with standing room only, in the middle of it.

“Wai- what?” You let your arm drop away from his grasp, still feeling the weight from his hold on you. It knocks into a folding table topped with props directly behind you and as if for safety, you wrap both hands around the edge. “What are you doing? The meeting is going to start back up again soon and Ian is gonna be pissed if we show up late, especially if- if he...thinks we’re goofing off or something...” Your voice trails away as you see Damien move towards you. Leaning forward slightly, he rests a hand on the folding table, making the little space between you achingly overt. Eye-level with you now, he raises his head to look you full in the face.

“I don’t want you to worry about all that right now” he says in a low voice. “I want to make sure you’re actually okay.” Tears well up in your eyes and you immediately look down, causing them to spill to the floor. “Oh, (y/n)” Damien says in a hushed tone as he pulls you into a hug. “It’s alright, I know that meeting got really hectic.” You can’t help but to collapse into his shoulder. Each broken breath that you take feels cradled and cared for as his arms wrap tightly around you. You both stand for a minute, waiting for your sobs to subside while he lightly rubs his thumb in a circle on your back.

“I-I’m so sorry about this” you finally manage to say while wiping tears from your face. Damien loosens his embrace and places a hand back on the table, by your side.

“Don’t ever be sorry for feeling whatever it is you’re feeling. It’s like I always say, you should take 5 minutes each day to allow yourself space to just let it all out.” His gentle admonishment makes you feel more at home at Smosh than you’d felt all day. “I’m just sorry that those five minutes happened to be right now” he chuckles.

There’s something about his smile that brings on a small one of your own. “Oh gosh, I was already halfway there before you pulled me in here” you joke. “That meeting was supposed to be pretty big for me since they want me to do more with the scripts and stuff now...and it just seemed like everyone was talking over me and it was very loud and I really didn’t feel heard or understood...it was just a lot.” You think back on your initial reaction and realize you might have attributed a bit too much to the moment, but you see Damien nodding his head in understanding.

“Yeah, I noticed that you could barely get a word in and I was about to say something, but Ian called for a break and you ran out so fast, I was a little concerned.” Your mild surprise is clear on your face, and its almost as if Damien can read your mind. “You’re not as slick as you think you are (y/n)” he says with a growing grin. “First you rush off without saying anything to anyone, then you bump out of the bathroom and you won’t even make eye contact with me but I can still see that those pretty little wings that you do everyday are missing...I knew something was up.” You hope your slight embarrassment is covered by the subsiding red on your face from crying just moments ago, but you’re unable to keep a smile from appearing there as well. After feeling so invisible for most of the day, you can’t believe that he noticed as many of the little things that he did.

“You sound like a detective” you playfully scoff as you go to push his shoulder away. You end up resting your hold on his upper arm as you continue. “But...thank you...so much, for even bothering to check on me.” Your face is turned towards him, but your eyes fall to the details of his Jordans and your Converse in between words to keep focus on your train of thought. They’re so close together. “I definitely wouldn’t have made it through the rest of the meeting very well if you hadn’t. Thank you for making me feel at home.” Damien’s dark brows are tilted up towards the middle of his face, almost in confusion. He brings his hand to your upper arm as well, resting it right below your shoulder. You can feel his thumb just underneath the hem of your sleeve as he gently rubs it back and forth.

“Oh, (y/n)...that’s all I- that’s all we ever want for you. Any of us here. You’ve worked so hard and I know Ian was over the moon to bring you on as a writer...it really was just a weird and hectic start to the meeting.” You can barely fight back a new wave of tears and have to wipe a few stray ones away before they reach the ever-growing smile rising on your face. “Oh man, here you go again,” Damien teases. You let out a short laugh and try to gather yourself with tissues from your bag.

“I can’t go again! We don’t have anymore time!” You say contently, and slightly stuffed up. He can’t keep his eyes off your newfound happiness in the moment, but still takes the opportunity to rag on the situation a bit more.

“We never had any time (y/n)!” His eyes follow your smile as you laugh in agreement. “But I’m glad we made some because you deserve it. What do you say we go into that meeting and knock ‘em all out with your killer scripts?” You gratefully pick up an impression of confidence from his words and nod your head. “After you then” he says with a graceful twirl of his hand towards the door.

Your hand placed on the knob, you take a deep and thankful breath knowing that Damien has your back going into this meeting. You turn it open and can’t wait to begin sharing what you’ve created with the rest of your Smosh family.

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[mytsukkishine]

udgdh maybe long request? so damien haas x reader where when ver the smosh gang go out to drink, damien and y/n are the sober ones that'll keep each other company but recently y/n has been drifting away bc she's in love with him. and one day damien gets hella drunk so y/n has to take him to her apt (which is roommates with Courtney) -maybe some drunk damien singing and giving y/n little kisses and he gets super hungover?? as well as angst/soft shiz?? sorry for the long request!! love yur fics!

A/n: whoa okay anon, I enjoyed myself too much in writing this and I hope this will be to your expectation. *wink wonk* u can anon me again if u liked it pls hahaha enjoy! Though I’m sorry because reader and Courtney aren’t roommates here sorrryyy!!!

summary: Drunk you accidentally kissed Damien. Then you avoid him for days until Courtney invited you out for a drink again. Feelings, kisses and drunk singing. What could go wrong?

a/n2: fluff and angstyy. ya’ll like hurting huh? haha

a/n3: hello, i made a Kofi account and I hope you would support me! I needed a little help with my financial shits and I hope my fanfics can be a little help. 

buy me coffee please, senpais

words: 2.4k

Also a little mature because of alcohol and kissing? lmao can u all guess the songs? it’s only two (I chose those songs because their voices suit Damien soooo much)

You sighed, empty beer bottle in hand as you looked aroundyou. Everyone was drunk. You saw Keith laying on top of Noah on the couch, bothguys in deep slumber. Courtney, Olivia, and Sarah were nowhere to be found, youjust assumed they had taken control over Shayne’s bed right now.

Oh right, the squad was at Shayne’s apartment. They had alittle drinking session, celebrated Shayne’s graduation. Speaking of Shayne,you saw him already fast asleep on the bean bag, empty drinks on the floor andhis Switch console in hand.

You slowly stood up, your head spinning a little and youstopped for a moment, eyes adjusting to the light that came from the kitchen.

You thought about turning the TV off but you scoffed, notwanting to step on Shayne because you knew your balance right now was not atits best.

As soon as you stepped on the kitchen- “Jesus!” You said alittle too loud, hand on your chest as you saw Damien on the floor, completelyhidden by the counters.

He smiled and waved, his cheeks pink and in his hand was abottle of beer.

You groaned, frowned at him but walked towards him. You tooka sit beside him, sliding down on the floor slowly as you cursed your back forhurting a little.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” You rested your head on his shoulder and took thedrink from his hand and chugged down its contents.

You felt the warmth radiating through Damien and you can’thelp but to get emotional. Was it from the alcohol? Might as well blame it ifgiven the chance.

You have liked Damien since the first time he told you hewatches anime. You were smitten, you were pulled towards his radiance that noone can escape.

Damien was the light that managed to blind you.

And now, seated side by side, with your feelings jumbled up.You can’t help but to want to hug him and maybe confess your feelings so theitching in your heart can stop.

He was a dream. Really. He’s a gentleman, loves anime,gaming, a very nice person, and funny. Ever since he became part of the Smoshfam, many people adored him. And you thought to yourself, you were lucky enoughto be his friend, might as well stay as friends than confessing your feelingsand turning into strangers.

Damien may be kind but you don’t know if he was the type ofperson that would avoid you if you confess.

“Y/N,”

“What?” You didn’t realize that you spaced out for a momentbecause Damien was chuckling as he took the bottle away from you.

Another thing that was stopping you from confessing wasbecause you heard something going on between Damien and his friend outsidework.

Of course, who were you to compete against a long-timefriend? One time you have seen Damien with this girl, she was pretty. Longblack hair and thin waist. They were talking animatedly as they walked towardsthe mall—and that pretty much hurt you.

They look so perfect.

“Hey are you okay?” Damien suddenly, his hands on yourcheeks. You realized you were looking at him with tears pooling in your eyes.You felt our insides churn as Damien wiped your tears away.

Your head was slowly spinning but you kept your focus onhim.

“Dames,” You murmured and Damien’s pink cheeks looked likethey were glowing. Maybe because of the alcohol. Yeah, the alcohol.

“I want a drink,”

Damien chuckled, tapping your forehead in the process. “Silly,you’re drunk.”

“No. I can still drink, hell I can even recite the company’smission and vision.”

“Really? Damien raised his brow as he looked down at you,then that’s when you realized your faces were to close. You were resting yourchin on his shoulder as you looked up at him with wide eyes, your noses almosttouching.

You were used to this. The closure. You were known for beingthe clingy, cuddly friend. You always hug your friends or cuddle with them.Whether it was Keith or Courtney, Shayne or Wes. Of course, Damien received themost cuddles from you.

“Damien,”

Your eyes were getting blurry, the spinning in your headintensified as you glanced down at Damien’s lips.

Blame the alcohol.

Your lips landed on his and it was so soft and—his lips werestill, you pulled back only to land a peck on his lips again.

You felt his hand on your cheeks and you wanted to kiss himagain but your eyes failed you as you closed them and drifted to sleep.

~

You groaned, the sunglasses you wore were not doing its jobbecause the sun was still blaring down on you, shaming you from what you havedone last night. After you woke up by 5AM, you found yourself on the couch,Noah and Keith on the floor sleeping soundly and no Damien to be found. Thenyou remembered what you have done and you immediately went home to find thenearest Starbucks.

You threw your empty cup in the trash nearby and sighed.

You have kissed Damien. Your friend.

Now he knew how you felt.

You felt a bile building up your throat but ignored it, theitching in your heart was worse. Maybe this was it, you thought, you hadpracticed what it would be like if you ended your friendship with Damien andthe time has come where your practice won’t go to waste.

Even though you were sobered up, your head still hurts. Andyou’re freaking nervous. It was a Sunday today, and tomorrow you will have togo to work and face Damien.

“Ugh!” You cursed up at the sun, wishing the ground belowwould just swallow you up.

~

The whole afternoon you managed to stay in your cubicle.With some short trips to the bathroom and pantry, you achieved to avoid anySmosh Squad.

It was going all too well when—

“Y/N!”

You squeaked as you looked up from your computer, only tosee Olivia, Courtney and of course Damien. You immediately avoided eye-contactto Damien.

“You startled me, Olivia,”

“Sorry! Just wanted to make sure how you were,”

“Sobered up.” You answered truthfully, eyes now back to thecomputer. You were glad you were wearing your hoodie over so they weren’t ableto see your blushing cheeks.

“You left before we all woke up,” Olivia whined followed byCourtney. “I’m sorry, I was in a hurry,”

“For what?” You just grinned at them. You all chatted for awhile, Damien remained quiet at the side before Courtney said goodbye andwalked away together with Olivia.

Now it was you and Damien.

You sink in your chair as you looked up at Damien.

“Can we talk—”

“I—”

“Y/N, can you come to my office for a while?” One of theproducers asked you, looking up at the file he was holding and gave a smallgreeting to Damien.

“Ah sure…” You gave Damien an apologetic look then left.

Not yet. You can’t handle the rejection yet.

~

It has been three days since you have hanged out with thesquad, and it has been three days since you have seen Damien. The first day wasyou plainly avoiding him and now it seemed that fate was on your side becauseyou haven’t really seen him.

It was a Friday, and the office was buzzing out of peoplewhen Courtney stopped you from leaving your cubicle.

“Hey pretty lady, care to have a night out with us?” She wasgrinning slyly and you rolled your eyes. “What’s in it for me?” You playedalong and Courtney wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “A very good time,”Both of you laughed out loud but you agreed anyway.

Even though you were cautious around Damien, it doesn’t meanyou would stop hanging out with the squad. They are also a friend of yours andyou kind of miss them.

When Courtney said that Olivia and the rest were already atIan’s place, you immediately raised your brow. “We’re not going to a bar?”

“Silly Y/N. Ian has offered free drinks!” She exclaimedexcitedly and you just shook your head, heading to the parking lot and in toCourtney’s car.

~

Three drinks in and the rest of the squad were singing alongthe karaoke Ian has set up in his living room. It was a mess, Shayne wassinging loudly with Olivia and Keith—he was using his CFM voice, Ian was alreadyhalf-drunk and Damien—Damien was on the loveseat, just drinking.

You sighed. When you and Courtney had arrived, you didn’tgreet each other and it honestly killed you. Courtney seemed to have noticedthe atmosphere and asked you what’s up, but being the introvert you were, youjust reasoned out that you were kind of tired.

It was this again. Alcohol.

You guessed since alcohol was involved right now, it wasthe right time for you and Damien to have that talk.

However, being the stubborn you, it was now past midnightand the squad was asleep, all through the night you didn’t get the chance totalk to him.

Courtney and Shayne were on separate bean bags, bothasleep next to each other, the TV still on. Ian was nowhere to be found, youguessed he was in his room. Keith was on the couch, drooling.

It was like déjà vu. Except you weren’t that drunk. You onlyhad three drinks and stopped as soon as you saw Damien drinking alone. Speakingof Damien, you looked at the seat where he was previously in and saw it wasempty.

You sighed.

Maybe he left.

You decided to maybe grab some water from Ian’s kitchen, andthen maybe sleep on the guestroom Ian mentioned to you earlier that that wasvacant.

You slowly stood up and stretch. You sluggishly walkedtowards the kitchen and gasped a little as you saw Damien hunched over thesink.

“Goddamnit Dames, you scared me,” He didn’t answer but youcan see that the tip of his ears was red. You walked up to him and tapped hisshoulders lightly, “Damien?”

“Hm?” He was obviously drunk because when he looked at you,he was sporting a wide smile, cheeks red and eyes squinted together. “Oh hey,Y/N,” He waved but lost his balance. You quickly took hold of his arm andpulled him towards you.

“Dames, how much did ya drink huh?” You got no reply asDamien draped his arm around your shoulder, “We should—sing!” He hiccupped andyou can smell the alcohol off of him. You decided that since you have been abad friend to Damien these past few days, you’ll settle him down on Ian’s spareroom.

“Come on big boy, let’s get you to bed,” You looked at thesink and saw it was clean, meaning Damien didn’t throw up. His hair was wet somaybe he washed his face.

“Whaaat? But we’re singing,” You just shook your head andguided him, thankful that he wasn’t putting all his weight on you. When youreached the spare room, you gently laid him to sit down but he fell on his backcausing you to lose your own balance, and you found yourself in Damien’s arms.

“Y/N,” He called out softly, his eyes closed and youremained still.

“Called her for thefirst time yesterday~” Damien started, even though he’s drunk, he was stillsinging beautifully. “Finally found themissing…. Part of me,” he stopped in the middle but he continued, he hashis other hand in the air, swinging with the song he was singing.

“Felt so close but youwere far away~ Left me without anything to say~~”

With hands on his chest, you pushed yourself up gently untilhis other hand stopped you.

“Y/N,” He called softly.

“Have you been avoiding me?”

Okay, the million-dollar question you weren’t expectingright now.

You were about to answer when Damien released a chuckle.

He released a sighed as he now sang another song, “To be drunk~” Damien started, eyesclosed but he pressed his forehead against yours. “And in love in New York City~” He sang, missing some notes butyou knew that song very well.

“Mmm into morningcoffee,” He murmured but still in tune, “Burning mmhm the hours talking,” he stopped and he opened his eyes.

You both stared at each other.

“Damn…” Hewhispered before leaning in and capturing your lips in a sweet, short kiss.

You instantly closed your eyes and savored the kiss.Damien’s lips were as soft as what you remembered and you want to cry.

Damien’s drunk and you shouldn’t—Damien pulled back, a shysmile etched on his lips as he continued to stare at you.

“Please don’t avoid me… I like you,” Your heart fluttered fora moment, fat tears pouring down your eyes as Damien pulled you in closer for ahug.

You stayed there, both of your feet still on the edge of thebed and you were sure it would hurt in the morning but you don’t care.

Damien likes you. And was hurting because of you.

Boy, you two have a lot to talk about tomorrow morning.

~

You heard a groan beside you and you squinted your eyes, themorning light through the window greeted you so harshly that caused you to buryyour face in a strong, warm chest.

“Y/N…” A surprised voice of Damien welcomed you, and youremembered that both of you fell asleep hugging each other. “Hey,” Yougreeted with a smile and Damien was confused. Confused because he woke up withyou in his arms.

“H-how? I’m s-sorry,” He stuttered but you just hugged him.

“No, it’s okay. I-…” You started, Damien visibly relaxing inyour hug.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, Damien. After that kiss… I… Iwas a coward,”

“No, Y/N,”

“And I like you…”

Silence. You buried your face on his chest and you heard himsigh.

“If only we talked sooner, we would’ve been kissing,” Damiencommented and you laughed, hitting his stomach softly.

Silence covered the both of you before Damien cleared histhroat, “I… I remember singing last night,” You laughed out loud, hugging himtighter. “Yeah, drunk singing. It was adorable,”

Damien grinned, “Would you allow me to sing to you in thefuture?” You felt your cheeks heating up and you just nodded. You felt Damien’slips on your head.

Now, this wasn’t what you practiced for but you ain’tcomplaining.

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Hello!!! Can you write a angst/fluff fic with Damien Haas x reader and speech prompts 11 13 and 16??? Thank you so much I love your work!!!

Sure thing dude, glad you like my stuff :)

Speech 11 - “Tell me one thing. Why wasn’t I fucking enough? I loved you. Oh fuck how I loved you. How I still love you”

Speech 13 - “Jesus you’re whipped”

Speech 16 - “I’m going to marry you one day”

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“I’m going to marry you one day.”

It was a promise that Damien had whispered into the crook of her neck as they lay in bed together on New Years Day. They had been together just over a year and neither of them could imagine their lives with anyone else.

They were so painfully in love with each other, it was clear for everyone to see just from a singular look. Both were completely and utterly enraptured with the other and they weren’t afraid to show it.

Not that any of their friends minded. Damien and Y/N deserved the world and the fact that they had found it in each other was just wonderful. 

Everyone thought that they were going to last forever.

Until they didn’t.

Life got in the way of their happiness and seven months after Damien’s whispered sweet promise of a future together, it was gone. 

Everything got too busy. Y/N got promoted and had to spend more hours working. Defy went down and Damien started Twitch. Damien’s fanbase grew and more and more took a dislike towards Y/N just because she was the one who held Damien’s heart.

It was just too exhausting being with each other when every conversation ended in an argument.

And so seeing Y/N here, at a New Years party, almost exactly a year since he had vowed to spend the rest of his life with her, seemed like a cruel twist of fate.

“Really?” Shayne asked from behind him, his eyebrows raised. “It’s been five months, Damien and Jesus, you’re whipped,” he commented and Damien rolled his eyes, shoving Shayne away from him.

“Fuck off, man.” It was those words that allowed Shayne to understand the magnitude of the situation, to see how the break up was still affecting Damien.

“You okay?”

“I...I loved her man... More than I’ve ever loved anyone,” he admitted wistfully.

“Go talk to her,” Shayne ordered, taking the drink from Damien’s hands.

“What?”

“either you need to get back with her or you need to get closure - neither of those things are going to happen if you don’t go and talk to her right now.”

Damien nodded his head in understanding and approached Y/N.

He wasn’t expecting the words that tumbled out of his mouth when she turned around to face him, shock written across her face.

“Tell me one thing. Why wasn’t I fucking enough? I loved you. Oh fuck how I loved you. How I still love you.”

“Damien-”

“Do you still love me?” He cut her off and Y/N paused, clearly considering her answer carefully. “Don’t lie to me - God, please don’t lie to me.”

“Yeah,” the word was a breath.

Damien knew 2020 was going to start off well.

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[smoshwrites]

i love you - damien haas

<<not my gif>>

includes: damien haas x reader

warnings: Very angsty, (fluff at the end, of course.) mentions of anxiety, depression and cheating.

this is a song fic, i recommend you listen to I Love You by Billie Eilish while you read :)

the defy split fell at a terrible time for you, for you were fresh out of a relationship with a cheating ex and needed to find not only an apartment, but a new job. you stayed with sarah wittle for a while but couldn’t help but feel intrusive of her and claudio’s relationship. but with your job now fully secure back at smosh and a small apartment not too far away from the office made you feel slightly back on track.

now that the office building is so much more open than before you are able to interact with not only your fellow meme-team, but the squad too, and it wasn’t until smosh began to work under mythical did you actually meet damien. his charming personality rubbed off on you immediately and you grew a liking for the boy after only a few interactions. every morning he would walk into the office he would give you a smile, which always made your heart flutter. your gut knew damien was a great guy, but your mind was still in full close off mode. but damien. he made you feel special. some days your only interaction was the shared smile in the morning, but he always made it his goal to sit next to your desk and eat lunch with you. you guys never really got the chance to hang out outside of work until one fateful weekend when shayne canceled his weekly anime binge with damien and he invited you instead. these nights became tradition, whether including shayne or not. you three became the iconic trio of the office, and you and damien became inseparable.

one night, shayne had flunked out on your anime binge yet again due to The Goldbergs, leaving you, damien and his two cat (who had become very fond of you). you were about 3 hours into your normally 8 hour long binge when you feel damien begin to shift and stiffen beside you.

“sorry, am i bothering you?” you softly question as you lift your head from his shoulder.

“no, no you’re completely fine.” he responds, avoiding eye contact with you.

“somethings up. i can tell.” you say to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing small circles on it. “talk to me.”

“i-“ he begins, tripping over his words, “i’ve been feeling a lot more emotions recently,” damien briefly pauses “and, well, i don’t know what to think about them.” he says.

“ok,” you start, “emotions are weird, i would know.” you whisper the last part. “and well, i find trying to be up front about them is helpfu-“

“i think i love you.” he whispers, just loud enough to hear.

you pause, your brain goes into full panic mode.

damien was your best friend, he had gotten you through a lot in the past few months, but you felt a sudden wave of panic when he said those 3 words. you hadn’t heard those words from someone in almost a year.

you slowly pull your hand from his shoulder, “damien” his name is not more than a whisper.

“y/n i-i’m so sorry. i knew it would be too much for you, god damien why did you have to say that, and i said it anyways,” damiens apologies became fuzzy in your brain.

the hardest part of this was you loved him too, you couldn’t escape the way you loved damien.

you hadn’t realized how far into your head you got until damien had to shake you back to reality.

“damien.” you whisper again, feeling your hands begin to shake. he took his hands off your shoulders, understanding you probably needed some space. “i-“ you still don’t know what to say, “i need to go.”

you saw the hurt in his eyes. you had never seen him cry before that point, but you could’ve sworn you saw a tear fall down his face.

“yeah. hey. don’t worry about this.” he says, you can hear the strain in his voice, like he was trying not to break. you nod, feeling quite emotional yourself. he stands up from the couch and you follow, stepping towards his front door. he opens it for you.

before you step out of his apartment, you mutter a quick “i’m sorry.” and slide out of his door without another word. one you got to your car you felt sick to your stomach. you couldn’t help but feel you had lied to damien, you loved him, even though you didn’t want to.

work the next few weeks were off. shayne could definitely see the tension between you and damien and you were falling back into a bad spot mentally. he stopped eating lunch with you and you tried to bury yourself in your computer to distract yourself from the bubbly presence that wasn’t next to you anymore.

one the 5th friday since damien said those 3 words, there was a small knock at your apartment door. you furrow your brows and get up off your couch to get the door, not bothering to check the peep hole. when you open the door and see the y’all boy with blue hair, you can’t help but suck in a breath.

“d-damien?” you say, dumbfounded at the boy on your doorstep.

“y/n, hey. can we talk?” you nod your head and step to the side, holding your door open for him.

“sorry, i wasn’t really expecting guests.” you say as he enters your fairly messy abode, which you haven’t had the motivation to clean.

“it’s totally fine, i kinda popped up unannounced.” he says, making eye contact with you for the first time. his eyes were swollen and red, like he had been crying. you wondered if he could tell how much you had been crying over him.

“oh” you break eye contact and shake your head, almost to clear your thoughts, “we can talk in the livingroom if you want.” you offer a shy smile that he reciprocated and you lead him to your couch. you both take a seat and damien clears his throat. you didn’t know where to start, or who was going to start. you could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife.

“i’m sorry for being so distant lately.” damien says and you nod.

“yeah, i’m sorry on my part too.” this conversation has played through 100 times in your head. “damien,” you start, but you choked on air as tears welled up in your eyes. you tilted your head towards the ceiling, as if that would stop the tears from falling. “i should’ve said it back.” you laugh at yourself, “i was- i was just so confused and overwhelmed and i didn’t know how to say it.” you pause for a second as a sob wracks through your body.

“y/n.” you could hear the tears in damiens voice.

“your too good for me damien.” you whisper.

“y/n.” he says again and you finally look towards him. his face was flushed and he looks to have shed as many tears as you. “i still- you know- my feelings haven’t changed.” he says, which makes you sob again.

“i love you, damien.” you finally muster out. “god, so much. i hate myself for it. i hate that i didn’t say it back. i hate that you are so, perfect. too perfect for me. i hate that i let myself love you so easily.” you slumped over your knees and stayed there for a second, waiting for damien to respond. all he did was put a hand on your back, and you fell into him.

you don’t know how long he held you for, but it felt like for an eternity. it was what you needed. as you pulled away he said, “let’s try this again.” he pauses before continuing, “y/n y/l/n, i love you.”

you felt a smile creep up into your mouth, “damien haas, i love you.” you pulled him into another hug that felt like it lasted a lifetime.

a/n: hello! i’ve been really sad lately so this was kinda comfort so sorry it’s so sad!! love u guys muah.

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[the-dead-skwad]

Secret X Damien Haas X Reader

Thank you for being so patient with me :) I know it takes me ages to post so I’m sorry. Another Damien fluff shit. The only warnings are swearing like always. I have mentioned names of family members, I know you won’t relate to that part but just like change it in your head. 

"Heeeyyyyy! What's up guys!" Your usual loud voice boomed across the set as you spoke to the camera. "Me and the beautiful Damien are here today playing an old spoopy classic in the spirit of halloweeeeeeeeeen!" You picked up the case for resident evil 2 and waved it around. It was the remastered version but still it was going to be as fun.

Damien took the case from your hand "ZOMBIES!" He yelled as loud as he could "Throw back!" and he literally threw the case behind him hitting the back of the set. "So glad you guys could join me and Y/N watching us kill some zombies and possibly poop our pants."

"I hope I don't, I really like these pants." You stuck your leg in the air .

Damien laughed "So if you were wearing pants you didn't like pooping your pants would be perfectly fine?" 

You looked around for a second "Ermmm yeah. Anyway don't forget to subscribe and punch that bell to get notifications! Punch it, slap it, hold its hand, do what you want to the bell. I'm such a hoe for zombies so I'm just superrr excited today!" 

Damien looked at you and laughed "You a hoe?" 

"Big hoe!" You both laughed together. 

As the game started one of the crew members switched the lights off "Oh!" Damien shouted "No one told me it would be in the dark." 

You turned slowly to look at him and spoke in a low whisper "How else do you do anything spoopy?" 

"You really freak me out when it comes to horrors, like you get so into it." "Hoe for horrors." You whispered really creepily. -- The shoot was going so well, your stomach actually hurt from laughing so much. "Quick!" You shouted again "There’s a zombie! There!" 

"I know Y/N I can see it." he turned to look at you for a split second "Ahhh!" A zombie shot out in front of the screen making you both scream.

"Oh you bitch!" you basically leapt out of your seat grabbing hold of Damien's arm and hiding behind him. "Nope!" 

He turned to look at you, "You okay back there?" He wrapped one arm around you. 

"Yeahhh" Your face popped back into shot from under his arm. Looking up at him you smiled, for just a minute your eyes lingered on his face, you noticed so much more than usual. His eyes, his smile, just everything about his was perfect. You soon snapped out of it when you realised you were both just staring at each other in front of all the crew. 

"I thinks that’s enough for now!" Ian's voice came across the set "We'll break for lunch and finish this later."

"So," You turned to look at him as you picked your bag up "What do you fancy for lunch?"

"Well I said to Shayne I'd meet him for lunch, go to the cafe down the road. Wonna come?" 

"As long as I'm not interrupting your man date." Walking towards the office to find Shayne. 

Just out of ear shot "You would never interrupt anything in my life." he answered you. 

--

Lunch was nice, the three of you sat outside in the sun with a coffee and a sandwich. 

"How was the shoot this morning?" Shayne looked at you both. 

Both of you looked at each other before you answered "Yeah it was good. Nearly shat myself at one point but all we have to do is shoot the wrap up." 

"Awesome. Bet its super funny." 

Taking a sip of your coffee you couldn't help but feel something happened between the two of you. Even after all this time of you working and being friends you hadn't really noticed anything. You knew you liked him but work and friendship was so important to you, you didn't want to ruin anything. 

You realised that while you were in your own thoughts Shayne and Damien were just talking so much shit. "Hey." Damien nudged you "You awake?" 

"Yeah." You smiled at him "I was just thinking..." He was looking at you in the same way again. 

Shayne hadn't noticed anything "I was thinking you guys could come on try not to laugh together or we could do who knows best, maybe Damien best friend" He pointed at himself "and on screen girlfriend" he pointed at you "Orrrrr I dunno.. hold on I have so many ideas." 

While Shayne was scrolling through his phone reeling off so many different things the tree of you could do together, you felt Damien's hand slowly touch your knee. He was wayy too much of a gentleman to touch you thigh. As he squeezed your knee you felt your heart jump into your throat. You reached down and placed your hand on his, you moved it up slightly so he wasn't reaching so far under the table. Squeezing his hand lightly so he knew that you were okay with all of this. 

"Damien, what do you think about this?" Shayne shoved his phone in his face snapping out of his daze. 

"Ahhh, erm shnizburtness."

You choked on your coffee "Whats up?" looking at him laughing so hard. "Are you okay man?" Shayne was laughing too "Did your brain break?" "Honestly I have no idea what just happened." His side-wards smile made you heart melt. 

Shayne go up to use the bathroom still laughing to himself. Damien turned to look at you taking both your hands in his. "So what are we doing?" 

"I'm not sure but what ever it is I'm absolutely loving it." 

Already sat pretty close you leaned in a little further. You could feel your heart beating through out your entire body as you pressed your lips against his. It was so perfect like nothing you had ever experienced in your life. It was like your brain turned into fireworks. 

He moved back and smiled at you, he stroked his thumb across your cheek "So perfect." 

"Oh my god! I've just had an idea.." Shayne was on his way back "Just pretend for now that nothing has happened." He sat back down "I think we should do Who knows best.. I question you two. You can fight it out for the spot of main man in my life."

"Awesome!" 

-- As soon as you got back to the office Shayne walked ahead to talk to Ian about the plan. Just before the set the was a door that lead to the costume room. You both knew that no one would be in there as you two were the only ones in this video. He looked at you and smiled. Checking around you to make sure no one could see you, you both went into the room. You only looked at each other for a second before you literally leapt on each other. Your lips smashed together, your entire body was filled with butterfly's. You jumped up and wrapped you legs around his waist. He took a few steps forward pushing you against the wall. Half a rail of costumes collapsed on the floor. His lips parted from yours and moved down to your neck. You threw your head back letting out a small moan.

"Hey!" A voice from behind the door made you panic. You jumped off him and straightened yourself out. The door swung open and Courtney stood there looking at you both. "What are you guys doing?" 

"Nothing," You said nervously "I just knocked this stand over." 

"Why do you look so flustered?" 

"I hurt my toe..." 

"Riiighhttt. They're waiting for you guys ." 

The rest of the shoot went perfect. Ian and Garett were happy to do a 'Who knows best' with the three of you as well. It was going to be hard but you only had to hide your relationship for 3 days. 

--

It as finally the day of the shoot, it had been very difficult keeping you both a secret. There was a couple of times you had snuck off and almost been caught. But from what you guys knew know had clocked on yet. Your plan would work perfectly as long as Shayne didn't know. 

As you stood at your kitchen counter making your coffee to take to work you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You squeezed his arm making him hold you tighter. He left gentle kissed on the exposed skin on your shoulder. "Hmmm. Why did we only just decide to do this?" 

"Well, you've asked this 20 times since we first kissed," You turned in his arms so you were face to face "and how was I supposed to know you liked me as much as I liked you." You gave him a meaningful kiss.

"I guess you could say zombies bought us together."

"What can I say.. I'm a hoe for horrors." 

He laughed at you hugging you tighter "Come on you we gotta get to work."

--

Pulling up in work parking lot Courtney pulled up right by you and Shayne was leaning against his car waiting for the lot of you. He looked at you both as you got out your car "Are you ready to be shameeeedddd as I prove that I am the ultimate best friend?" 

"Of course Shayne.. How ever will I beat you?" Damien shook his head, he watched you as you walked to the offices with Courtney.

As soon as the guys were out of earshot she looked at you "Soooo, how was last night? Did he stay over? Did anything happen? Do I need to  start looking for bridesmaid dresses?" 

"Jesus Court" You laughed at her "No, nothing happened. Me and Damien are just super good friends. All this chemistry is for the fans," As you lied through your teeth all you could see in your head were flashes of the night before. The touching, feeling, searching. My god you had never had sex like it. 

--

On set you were quite excited. It was set up so you sat opposite Damien and Shayne . As soon as you all sat down you could feel Damien’s foot stroking your leg. You raised your eyebrows at him and smiled. 

"Action!" Garett shouted.

"Hey guys!" You spoke to the camera "We're here today to see who knows me best! I've been friends with Damien and Shayne for a few years now and we all know tumblr has shipped me with both. So really I guess its a test for the ultimate ship. We also have the jury sat by our side." You pointed to Courtney, Noah and Kieth sat at the side "They can give a guess if both bots get it wrong."

"So!" Shayne spoke as loud as always "Last time Courtney beat Damien and won the spot of my best friend, I shall prove today that I am the best."

"In your dreams bitch!" Damien laughed at him "Before we start can we just ask you to subscribe and punch that notification bell so you know what we're doing." 

"First question!" You looked at the cards infront of you "How many siblings do I have? Extra points for gender and names."

"Oh fuck!" Shayne said loudly "You have a huge family!" 

Damien smiled at you and gave you a small wink, luckily no one saw him. The camera probably did though. You picked up the water gun off the table and started to pump it "I fully well know they won't get this right."

They both sighed as they finished writing. Shayne went first "I guessed 2 sisters, 3 brothers. Lydia, Kate, John, Johnathon and Johnny." 

Everyone laughed at him, "John, Johnathon and Johnny?" Courtney nearly screamed at him.

"I couldn't think of other male names!" 

"Shyane! There's literally multiple males in this room!" Noah couldn't believe him. 

Still laughing you smiled at Damien "Anddddd how wrong are you?" Even though you were together you would genuinely be impressed if he got it right.  

He spun the board around "You have 4 sisters, no brothers. Lydia, Mia, Ava and your step sister who you don't actually see Jess." 

You smiled and shook your head. You pumped the gun a little more ans shot Shayne directly in the chest making him scream. "Honestly I'm impressed Damien. How in the hell did you know that?" 

"Well you know" He just shurgged "I listen." 

Courtney squeaked "That is super cute." 

If only she knew you thought to yourself. You internally smiled "Anyway next question. This one is easier. What is my favourite thing to order for lunch? I know I pretty much eat two things but I deffo get one thing more." 

It literally took them two seconds to answer which really made you think you should change up your diet. "Damien you first."

"This is also very easy.." He spun his board around "So you either get pad thai, which is most of our favourite but more than usual you get subway chicken and bacon BBQ wrap."

Shayne made a very loud noise "I said chicken and bacon too!" 

"Yep, you're both right.. I seriously need to try more food apparently."

After a list of questions you pulled out the last one smiling to yourself. You looked up at Shayne and laughed to yourself, he was literally dripping wet and Damien had got one wrong. You turned to look at the camera. "If this question wasn't so good I'd just end it here. I mean jesus Shayne! You call yourself my friend."

Damien also laughed "Honestly from this it looks like you guys have never actually met." 

"Okay!" Shayne shouted. "I clearly do not listen to you guys enough. I promise from this day forward I will be a better friend." 

You rolled your eyes at him "Anyway, final question." They started a drum roll on the table "True or false I have a secret boyfriend." 

"What!" Courtney shouted "I mean there’s no way! We would know that." You smiled at everyone "Shayne you first."

He looked around doing that fmaous confused face "I put false... because there’s no way you wouldn't tell us." 

You smiled at Damien as he spoke "So I said true..." He spun his board around "Because Its me." 

The room was silent for a second. Shayne turned slowly looking at both of you "WHAT!" He shputed the loudest you had ever heard him. 

"Wait." Kieth stood up "You two are together... like actually together." 

You smiled at him for the millionth time "Yeah we are." 

"OOOOHHHH MY GOD!" Courtney had now joined in on the screaming.  

You stood up and walked up to him to give him a hug. He also stood up and wrapped his arms around you "Sorry dude, I wanted to tell you but we thought this way would be so much funnier." 

Shayne joined in on the hug "I mean finally!" Then they all joined in for a big group hug. 

You pulled away and winked at the camera. "I just have one last thing I need to do though." You walked back round to your side of the table and pulled out the biggest water gun "I'm sorry dude." You pointed it straight at Shayne "But you did get the last one wrong!"

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[mymindswriting]

My Minds Writing Masterlist

Created 10/06/19

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Damien Haas

One Shots

You Think You’re Better Than Me? - Fluff

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One Shots

Stubborn - Fluff

Olivia is trying to set Shayne up with one of her friends she knows he’ll love, but Shayne is anything but willing to be the one getting matched rather than doing the matching.

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[knollridge]

A Walk in the Park

Smosh

Damien x Reader

1,355 wordcount

This is my first attempt at writing fic!! I’ve been watching HELLA Smosh lately and have fallen in love with all the beauties there, but have a special spot for Damien 😌 If you have a comment you’d like to share, pls do! I know my dialogue, and probably a lot of other things, needs work 😅

No warnings, just a super fluffy asking-out fic. Maybe I should mention that you’ve been lightly flirting around the Smoffice? Since I don’t think that’s 100% perfectly clear below

Enjoy!!!!!!!!!

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It wasn’t exactly an ideal day to be out. Overcast with the humidity of rain to come, soft petrichor was one of the the only things grounding your senses to the now. Opening your phone, you check the time in front of the park entrance.

2:30, you think. On the dot. You further search your phone’s screen. No texts.

There isn’t much else going through your mind but the anticipatory bubbles of anxiety rising up from your stomach. You’re on time and you’ve never known Damien to not be on time, so there wasn’t much to worry about right?

Oh, but there’s so much to worry about.

It had only been a week since you both auspiciously stayed late for work and got into arguably the most fun and in depth conversation either of you had had in a while. Your ears ring with snippets of it, as you replay the night’s events over in your head.

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“...but yeah (y/n), that’s so unbelievably cool that you really seem to have found your place here with us.” Damien beams in admiration as you finish organizing your desk for tomorrow’s chaos of table reads, editing, and shoots. You can’t help but smile. He adds, in a low voice, “It’s almost kinda perfect, now that you’re here.” He looks away, turning toward his own stack of scripts and idly pushing them about his desk in an effort to distract himself.

You jokingly laugh, “almost kinda perfect huh? Are you telling me I don’t make it actually 100% perfect?” Your amused laugh is immediately the center of his gaze. He relaxes into a chuckle as well as you take the opportunity to go on. “Oh! I know what would make it better: if The Geese™ had free range of the office, huh? Yeah?” you tease, as you lightly jab him with your elbow. Having a desk next to one of your quickest, and now closest, Smosh friends was an amazing job perk. It did make it near unbearable to not be distracted simply by turning your head slightly to the right during the day, though.

Damien takes your jabs in stride and laughs as he lowers your elbow away from his body. “No, no. While that would actually be awesome, that’s not it.” His hands linger on your arm and you feel a fire catching under them on your skin. You pull away with as much grace as you can muster.

“Well, what is it then? Enlighten me please.” You implore him as if he were royalty, hoping the severity of emotion you felt for him was masked by what you hoped passed off as a continuing joke.

“Well....” Damien looks you fully in the face. You look back up at him and try to absorb the meaning coming from those beautiful, brown, puppy eyes. His face is damn near contorted with some elusive emotion you want to understand, but are too scared to pursue. His dark brows are raised, as if to pose a question and his lips are ever so slightly open, as if the question should have already left. You take a hint of a second to notice how his stubble is coming in on his jawline and above his lip before snapping back to assess his earnest and reflective eyes. His whole face suddenly shuts down as he looks away toward his desk again. Incredulous and internally screaming, you instinctively place a hand on his arm. You don’t want to read into it too much but you know above all else, you want to help.

“Oh, I see.” You state, matter-of-factly. “You think there should be more benches to lay down and nap on during the day.” Your words come together like you’ve finally pieced some elaborate puzzle together. You loosen up at your assessment of the situation and flash Damien a broad smile. “And you know what? I second you on that, there should be mandatory siesta time every single day. We could take ours right now!” There’s a reason you don’t write bits or jokes, but you’re committed to this one in hopes that you can release Damien from whatever hell just overcame him. You wrap your hand around his arm and guide him to the fabric-padded benches behind your desks. You dramatically plop down to keep the show going and gently pull his arm to motion him to sit next to you. “Isn’t this better?” You sigh happily. You worry you’ve been clinging to him too long but he seemed to melt into your touch as you timidly place your head on his shoulder. Feeling his muscular upper arm was a heaven in itself. You begin to gingerly stroke it with your thumb, absentmindedly.

“Much better,” he muses. Damien rests his head on top of yours and you can feel his soft, brown hair resting on your curls. “This all the time would make it better. 100% perfect.”

“This?” you ask, almost naively. Disrupting your position, you look up at him, asking the question again with your eyes and wondering if “this” is what he was asking with his just moments ago.

“Oh, absolutely.” Damien smiles out of the corner of his mouth. “....and...if you wanna meet me at the park Friday afternoon I think “this” could keep going.” You narrowly caught his quickly spilled words and your face went from pleading to wide-eyed amusement and shock. You don’t know if he can see it, but your cheeks are set aflame. Who knew he could be this smooth?? You playfully push him away while maintaining a wonder-stricken gaze.

“Damien!!” you’re unable to let any other words come out of your mouth. You see him buckle under false pretenses as he tries to begin again.

“Well, I mean- I mean if you would like to...” he chooses his words carefully, “...I would really, really enjoy going to the park with you and spending the day together.” His smile blossoms, if a bit uneasily under the pressure, and you can’t help but let out a big, awkward honk of a laugh. This sends you both spiraling into a small fit of laughter, made worse by the extreme feelings plaguing this end of the conversation. You both finally compose yourselves and you return a hand to Damien’s forearm.

“I cannot believe you’re asking me out!! This is so surreal, I’ve had a crush on you since I started here!”

Damien’s chagrin at the first exclamation was immediately remedied to relief at the second. “I’ve had a massive crush on you too and, honestly truly I would love to take you out if you...want to...also go out with me.” He places a hand over yours, on top of his forearm, and asks the question with eyes you could answer again and again. You look away for a second to compose yourself. Reluctantly meeting his eye line again, you have to take a deep breath before continuing,

“Oh Damien I would love to.” Your smile knows no bounds and your heart couldn’t beat faster than this moment right.......

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Now.

You look up the street and see Damien wave before he gets the OK from the light to cross over. He does a half-jog in one of his classic jacket/hoodie combos, a dark-colored and long-sleeved Henley tee, fitting jeans, and shoes you don’t think you’ve ever seen him wear before. His smile grows as he gets closer and you can’t begin to contain yours as he approaches.

“Hey (y/n)!” Damien says excitedly. He surprises you by pulling you into a hug. All of the nervousness you had prior quickly melts away as you’re held in the warmth of his embrace. You snuggle further into his neck and breathe in a mixture of cologne and peppermint. You both hold each other in a savored moment of feeling so lucky that you even got to this point. He breathes out a soft laugh as he positions himself to look at you before you start your trek of the park. “This. This makes it actually, 100% perfect.” You playfully roll your eyes and smile widely at how disgustingly and actually perfect this is. You take his hand and you both start off on a wonderful conversation as you take your walk in the park.

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