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A damangela roller skating fic would go so hard

Damien/Angela - Damangela - Roller Skates

I had a ton of requests for Damien/Angela and a couple for them skating, so here it is!

Damien probably should not have taken Angela on her word that she was good at roller skating. He definitely should have thought of an alternative to their first date when Angela had excitedly bounded up to him at the end of their workday, when they were alone, and had suggested roller skating as their impending first date. Damien should have said no, but then Angela was grinning at him in that infectious way that makes his heart beat a little faster and makes it impossible to say no to.

That’s how they ended up at a local park on a Saturday afternoon. Both of them are wearing skates and helmets, Damien had convinced Angela to buy some knee and elbow pads, so she’s wearing those as well. Really, she’s adorable this way, with her big eyes and her purple helmet and beautiful smile.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Angela asks, as she watches Damien skate a neat circle around her.

Damien laughs, “Oh, a ton. Having a neurotypical brain for starters.”

Angela lets out a laugh, “I haven’t skated in a couple of years, I might be a little rusty.”

Damien stops next to her and then they line up at the beginning of a wide cement path that is built for biking, walking, skating, etc.

“You going to be okay?” Damien asks, glancing at her.

“Oh, yeah! I’m excited!”

The two of them start off at the beginning of the trail and start skating down the path. It goes fine and despite Angela’s voiced worries she falls into the skating like old habit and is keeping up with Damien well. The two of them skate over a rough part of the trail and Damien reaches out to take Angela’s hand in his own, to help steady her. She smiles at him, her smile huge and warm, and it makes Damien feel happy just seeing how free and happy Angela is, how she is always like that, never caring if she looks silly, not worrying about going far for a joke.

Angela squeezes his hand. Damien, when he realized, he had begun having feelings for her, when he was developing a crush on her, was nervous. He had dated within their work pool before and while he and Saige had been happy for a long time, their relationship lasting longer than her employment at Smosh, it didn’t seem like a good idea to date a co-worker again. He had tried to resist, but Angela sparked something inside of him, some new parts, interesting parts, parts he wasn’t ready to let go of yet.

They go over a part of the trail that slopes downwards naturally and the two of them speed up somewhat. Angela’s hand slips from Damien’s and then she’s going faster than him and unable to slow down. Damien doesn’t know if Angela hits a rock, or a stick, or whatever, but the next thing Damien knows, Angela is falling on her skates and sliding across the thick cement path.

“Angela!” Damien says, skidding to a stop and then skating to her. He crouches down on his knee pads where she’s laying on her stomach on the path and groaning.

“I cannot believe I just fell in front of you on our first date,” Angela says as she tries to sit herself up.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. What do they say? It might be a funny story we can tell someday?”

Angela smiles as she sits up but then she winces in pain and cradles her arm. Damien’s stomach sinks to his feet.

“You okay, Angela?” Damien asks, his brows furrowed as he scans her over.

“Um, I think so? My arm feels kind of weird.” Angela tries to stand but with the skates and the pain in her arm she can’t get to her feet. Damien sits on the path beside her and begins to unlace his roller skates. “What are you doing?” Angela asks.

“Okay, I know this is our first date, but I think the safest thing for me to do is probably carry you back to my car?” Damien says, “Is that okay?”

Angela’s face gets red in embarrassment, but she nods, and Damien pulls off his skates, setting them on the grass next to the path. He’s a little embarrassed about standing here in his socks, but his concern for Angela overrides any embarrassment he’s feeling.

Angela is small and it is easy for Damien to scoop her up into his arms. He carries her stiffly in a bridal style hold, her legs over his arm. With her injured arm she can’t hold on to him, so Damien keeps his hand tight around her back and side.

“Some first date, huh?” Angela asks, self-deprecating and rolling her eyes up at the clear, blue sky above them. He can tell she’s embarrassed because she won’t meet his gaze.

“Not the way I thought it would go,” Damien says, “but at least it’s interesting. I’m only sorry you got hurt.”

“A scratch at most,” Angela says, glancing at him, “I’ll be fine.”

“It might be more than a scratch, but you will be fine,” Damien confirms.

Damien walks Angela back to their cars. He settles her into his passenger side seat as she leans back against the smooth leather of his seat, cradling her arm.

“Ange, is there someone you feel comfortable taking you to the hospital to get that looked at?” Damien asks, as he crouches down by her, “not that I won’t if you want me to. I just- “

“No, it would be weird,” Angela says, “we’re not really at a be each other’s emergency contact level just yet.”

She tucks her hand into the pocket of her jeans and pulls out her phone, lifting it to her face level to unlock it. Damien feels comfortable enough to leave her to make her phone call as he motions towards the path, letting her know silently that he’s going to grab his skates. By the time he walks back to his car, putting his skates in the backseat and changing back into his sneakers, Angela is off the phone.

“One of my friends lives nearby. She’s going to take me,” Angela tells him.

“You’ll keep me updated?” Damien asks, “and you want me to switch your skates for shoes?”

Angela makes an embarrassed face and lets out a small groan.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” Damien says with a shrug and a laugh, “we’re friends, and co-workers, even if we also happen to be on a date.”

“How many girls have you gone on second dates with that had to leave the first date early to go to the hospital and you had to touch her feet?”

“Okay, not many…or any, until now. At least, I’m hoping we can go on a second date?”

“You still want to?” Angela asks in surprise.

“Yeah, if you do.”

Angela pushes her good hand through her hair and smiles. “I’d like that.”

It feels a little like maybe they should kiss, but Damien feels strange about kissing Angela for the first time while she’s injured so he holds off.

Damien goes to her side of the car and kneels. He undoes the laces of her skates and gently takes them off for her, setting them in his backseat as he had done his own. Angela’s sneakers are in her own car, and Angela seems to sense where this is going, fishing around in her other pocket for her car keys, unlocking her car and letting Damien grab her sneakers and load her skates into her car for her. He offers to move her to her own car, but she shakes her head and smiles at him.

“There’s something comforting about being in your car with you.”

Damien smiles softly, he reaches out and brushes the hair from her face.

Instead of trying to kiss her, he talks to her, makes her laugh, and she makes him laugh even through her pain.

Eventually, Angela’s friend shows up and she and Damien help Angela into the passenger side seat of her car.

“I’ll text you,” Angela says, “let you know how I’m doing.”

“You’d better,” Damien says, but his voice is nothing but soft and fond.

Damien stands outside of his car and watches Angela go until he can no longer see her friend’s car as it pulls out of the parking lot of the park and drives down the road.

Angela texts him a handful of hours later. He’s at home with his cats curled next to him on the couch and he smiles when he sees her name flash across the screen.

‘Broken wrist!’

Damien frowns. ‘Ow, are you going to need a cast?’

‘Yeah, unfortunately.’

They can’t text much because it’s hard for Angela to type with one hand and her other in pain. The next time Damien sees her is at the office. Her arm is wrapped in a blue plaster cast and he feels equal parts bad about her injury and incredibly fond of her.

At work they try to keep things professional. No one really knows about them, or their date and Angela had been telling people that she was with friends when she fell and broke her wrist. Damien finds himself hovering near her all day, quick to help her when she needs it. He gets a lot of teasing from Amanda and Arasha for jumping to Angela’s every need, but Damien laughs it off. Angela calls it a perk of the cast and garnering pity from others in the office.

It's at the end of the day when they are getting ready to leave and Damien finds himself alone in the games pod alongside Angela. She doesn’t usually come to the pod but she’s here and she smiles at him so sweetly that Damien feels his insides go soft.

“Thanks for today,” Angela tells him, “You’ve been so sweet.”

“Of course,” Damien says, “it’s sorta my fault you broke your wrist.”

Angela laughs, “No, it’s not! You helped me. It was my idea to roller skate for a first date.”

“Speaking of our date. There’s something I’ve wanted to do since that night.”

“Oh, yeah?” Angela asks, her voice a little breathless.

Damien nods, and he brushes a strand of hair from her face before he gently cups her cheek and begins to lean in towards her, slowly, giving Angela enough time to stop him if she wants to.

She doesn’t stop him, and Damien’s lips meet hers in a soft and gentle kiss.

When they break apart Angela’s face is red, and she lets out a nervous giggle. Damien can’t stop the grin that slides across his face.

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