<<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.

soulmate au - shayne topp

a/n: i’ve never read let alone written a soulmate au so i’m very sorry if this is off / not good.

pairing: soulmate!shayne x reader and sibling!damien x reader

warnings: a pinch of angst, mostly fluff!

the same five words had been etched into your left wrist for as long as you can remember - “my eyes up here, dummy.” the fact that this was the phrase said to you as you fell in love was baffling and borderline embarrassing. who knows what context it was in and who was going to say it. you had tried dating but to no avail, and at this rate you had began to believe this was all a hoax. ‘but what about mom and dad? they found each other!’ your brother, damien, would always try to restore hope in you, but you couldn’t help but worry you would never find your soulmate. you eventually came to ignore the phrase - push it as far back into your mind as you can.

damien was off with shayne again, and now that damien had joined the boy at smosh they were hanging out ten times more often. you were currently crashing at damien’s place while you were in search of a job, so you really couldn’t escape the boys and their madness. their sleepovers and constant late night smash bros tournaments never failed to keep you up. shayne has crashed on your couch so many times it was like it was his permanent bed.

you had gotten up early to get ready for a job interview, and as you found your way to the kitchen you saw shayne laying on the couch. you tried not to disturb the boy, but your morning tea making process wasn’t the quietest. you heard a mumble from the couch and see a shirtless shayne peek into the kitchen.

“turn off the lights, dummy.” he sleepily mumbles to you.

“well, maybe if you and damien went to bed before four in the morning you wouldn’t be so salty, grump.” you sarcastically snap back at him, looking up to see him raise a brow and turn away, probably to crash back on the couch. as you close the door, you had gotten to thinking ‘that was the first conversation you have had with shayne’ , you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

you pulled damien’s apartment door closed and sighed, that interview did not go as planned. you took your hair out of the updo it was in and stressfully ran your hand through it. you saw a note on the kitchen bar that said ‘out to film, we’ll be back by 7 with dinner -dames.’ you sighed and walked into damien’s guest room to change into something more comfortable, maybe that would help your mood. you did find yourself in a better mood after about 3 hours of binging She-Ra with zelda sprawled out on your lap as you sat in the couch.

you heard keys rattling and the front door swing open, signaling damien was finally home with that food he promised.

“we got... DOMINOS!!” he yells from the entryway, causing both of the cats to hop off of your lap.

“damien we were having lady time!!” you say to him as his pets get up to greet him.

“it’s about time you get up, hey how was the interview?” he asks and you roll your eyes.

“the interviewer was a total asshole, even if i get the job i’m not gonna want to work with someone like that.” you respond, grabbing a few pizza slices and slipping into your temporary bedroom. “i’ll continue my binge in here!!” you say as you close the door.

“we’re playing some smash, we’ll keep it down!!” damien responds.

“mmhm, ‘well keep it down’ yeah right.” you mumble to yourself as you set up your binging corner on your bed.

the entirety of She-Ra and a half a pizza later, you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. it was 3:42 in the morning and you’ve been laying in silence for too long, you grunt and roll over before slipping your legs out of your sheets and onto the floor. ‘maybe a glass of water will help’

you quiety shuffle into the kitchen with the help from your phone flashlight and begin to fill a cup with water.

“you also can’t sleep?” you hear a voice come from the entry to the kitchen and whip your head around to see shayne. he looked really good in the dim glow of the flash.

“yeah - today just felt off.” you said, trying to avoid eye contact. “do you need to-“ you stop when you look at the shirt he had on, your shirt.

“my eyes are up here, dummy.” he calmly says, and everything seems to go in slow motion.

“i mean, it’s kinda hard when your wearing my shirt.” you said, still in a trancelike state.

“oh, damien gave me it to wear, um, you can take it if you want.” shayne mumbles, seeming flustered.

“no no, it’s ok. i should try and get some sleep anyways.” the words barely come out in a whisper. you push past shayne and into the guess bedroom where you throw yourself on the bed.

shayne. he’s the one. he’s been dangling right in front of your face this entire time and you haven’t seen it. those five words plague your mind as you fall asleep.

when you woke up that morning, damien and shayne has already left for the office. you had no idea to handle this situation, how to tell shayne that the words he had jokingly said the night prior were embroidered into your skin.

it had been about two weeks since you had found out shayne was your soulmate. you had told no one, not damien and definitely not shayne. in fact, he had rarely been with damien, and he hadn’t spent the night at your brothers apartment since that night. damien had today off, so he was sleeping in, and you had decided today is the day you were going to tell him. it was around 11 am, and you were standing at damien’s office door waiting to knock. you were about ready to turn around when you decide to just open the door.

“damien, i have something to tell you.” you say and he spins his chair in your direction.

“yeah totally, what’s up?” he responds, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“the other day shayne and i were talking and it was really late at night and we were taking...”

“y/n your mumbling.” he softly says

“ok i’m going to cut to the chase but you can’t be mad, i think shayne is my soulmate.” all damien does is stare at you, “please say something damien.” you whisper.

“did he say it?” you nod at damien’s question. he stands up and places his head in his hands. “is that why he’s been avoiding me?”

“damien..”

“y/n we’ve barely talked in the last week!! this is the longest we’ve been apart in months!!” damien nearly yells.

“damien i haven’t talked to him about it yet!” you match his tone.

“then go and talk to him, huh?” he says.

“try and get me my best friend back!!” damien storms out of the office and shortly after he slams the apartment door, leaving you to stand in your thoughts. your vision becomes cloudy as you leave the office and grab your car keys. you know damien had texted you shaynes address at one point, all you needed to do was scroll through your messages to find it. one you found the message you loaded into your car and started your short commute.

shaynes apartment was in an odd area, but you found it. you softly knock on the door and wait a few moment before shayne opened the door.

“y/n? woah, are you ok? it looks like you’ve been crying.”

“shayne can we talk?” shayne nods and opens the door for you, letting you into his small apartment. you stood for a few minutes in his livingroom trying to collect your thoughts. “my eyes up here, dummy.” you eventually whisper.

“what?” shayne whispers from behind you.

“that’s what you said to me two wednesday’s ago.” you say, “shayne that line has been on my arm for as long as i remember.”

it takes shayne a second to respond, “i mean, it’s kinda hard when your wearing my shirt.” he says. you turn around to face him, “that’s what you responded with.” he says and pulls up his sweatshirt sleeve to reveal those exact words in black ink. you look up and into his icy blue eyes. you couldn’t form any words, all you could do was hug him.

“i can’t believe it’s you.” you mumble into his neck and you feel your eyes start to water once again.

“i’m so glad i finally found you.” he mutters into your skin, placing a kiss on your cheek.

once you pull apart from the hug, you pull out your phone. “i need to text damien, he wasn’t very happy when i told him.” you sigh loudly and shayne nods,

“yeah of course, do you want to sit down?” he asks and you nod as you form a text message to send to your brother. you simply told him to meet you at shaynes house, and about 8 minutes later there was a knock at shaynes door. he gets up from your side to open the door and damien looks in.

“y/n?” you turn your head to look at damien, you watch as he lets himself in and steals the spot shayne was previously seated in. “i’m really sorry about snapping this morning, i just, you guys have both seemed so distant recently and it’s made me realize how much i need you.” you look at damien and give him a big hug.

“apology accepted.” you say and he gets up to hug shayne.

“hey man, take her to dinner first, ok?” dames asks his best friend and they both let out a laugh.

“you got it.” shayne respond and you stand up and bring shayne into a side hug.

“also no gross-soulmate-couple-y shit while we hang out, i’m not about to third wheel with my little sister and best friend.” damien says and gives you two a look that makes you giggle.

“ok old man, now scram! i want to kiss this guy.” you say as you pat shaynes chest.

“who said we have to wait?” shayne asks and pulls you into a kiss. you hear damien fake gag as he closes shaynes apartment door. “how about we postmate taco bell and watch shitty adam sandler movies?” shayne asks, and you smile.

yes!! thank u for the request!!

includes: dad!damien x reader + ur baby

warnings: f l u f f, just, dad damien :,))

it was your first day back to your office job after maternity leave, and even though your boss let you leave early you were still exhausted. your husband, damien, had gotten permission to write scripts from home so he could watch your little one, so when you opened the front door to your house and didn’t see him in the kitchen or livingroom you were slightly confused. you walked into your shared bedroom to change out of your office clothes and into something more comfortable, a shirt of damien’s and sweatpants to be specific, and was going to go to the kitchen when you hear damien humming from down the hallway. you follow the sound and it leads you to the nursery. the door was slightly open, so you take a peek inside. all you can see is the silhouette of your husband holding your baby and humming lullabye by billie joel, you have been married to this man for years now and he still makes your heart flutter. you stand outside the door for a second, admiring damien’s voice before you lightly knock on the door, slowly pushing it open.

he hums, holding your sleeping baby, still slowly rocking back and fourth. he turns to you and his face softens. “your back early.” he says in a whisper. all you do is hum as you walk up closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and admiring your child.

“she has your nose.” you whisper, looking from your little one to damien.

“she’s got your eyes, and smile, she’s just a mini-you.” you giggle at his comment, placing your head against his chest. “i’ll put her down if you want to nap, you seem tired.”

“m’kay poppa.” you softly respond and giggle, as you kiss your baby on the head and walk towards your shared bedroom. you walk in and check to see if the baby monitor is on before you slip under the covers. not much later damien walks in, joining you under the covers. you scoot closer to him.

“i was able to get her into her crib without her fussing.” he says.

“your awful good at this dad stuff, baby.” you say against his chest.

“as you are with this momma job, i have it easy.” he responds. your heart flutters again and you lift your head up to peck his lips.

“it’s family nap time.” you say and giggle as you drift into sleep.

“yeah, it’s nap time for my babies.”

includes: courtney miller x fem!reader, bestfriend!damien

warnings: none? slightly anxious reader. lots of fluff and cute bestie dames :)

showing up to ian’s “pre vidcon bash!” party wasn’t your ideal plan for the night, in fact all you wanted to do was sit at home and bask in your sorrows but your best fried damien convinced you to come. it’s not that you didn’t like the smosh squad, in fact ian has offered you a job there after they got swooped up by mythical, but you enjoyed working solo. you would just prefer to spend your nights alone, and not tipsy with your friends coworkers. you and damien had taken an uber out to ians place so there was no reason to stay sober, and plus, your long time crush miss courtney miller was going to be there. you walked from ian’s kitchen into his livingroom where mari was trying to connect her phone to the speakers.

“did you try turning it off and back on again?” you ask mari, who looked up you and squinted her eyes.

“no, y/n, that never works anyways.” you raised your brows,

“mmhm, just try it.” mari flips the large speaker off and back on, and consequently, it worked. mari started to sarcastically cheer for you as she turns on a 70’s dance party playlist.

“nice one!” a familiar voice says causing you to jump. “oh! did i scare you, i’m sorry!” courtney says, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“o-oh it’s ok.” she looks really pretty tonight. you should tell her, you think, but then your brain says no. you shouldn’t.

“um, is everything ok?” she asks you.

“oh- yeah! um, can you point me in the direction of the bathroom?” you say with a smile. smooth recovery.

“yeah,” your gaze follows her hand, her other hand still being placed on your shoulder, “it’s just down that hallway, it’s the second or third door on the left.” you turn to thank her not realizing how close you two are, nearly bumping noses.

you clear your throat, breaking eye contact with the blonde “yeah, thanks.”

one you find the small bathroom, you close the door and lean up against it. that was maybe the most awkward thing you’ve been through you thought, she probably has no interest in you anymore, not that she did in the first place. you just messed up your one shot with one of the nicest girls you’ve met-

your rambling brain was interrupted by a knock at the door, maybe if you were really quiet whoever was there would leave-

“it’s me.” you hear damien say, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and open the door. damien steps in and closed the door behind him, you slide down the wall and take a seat on the cold tile floor.

“so you saw that interaction.” you nearly spat, you were so angry at yourself.

“y/n it wasn’t that bad, you need to calm down a little bit.” he sat down in front of you, “i know you well enough to know that its all in that dumb lil head of yours.” he says and taps your noggin.

“i know dames.” you let out a sigh. “i’m just- i think i blew it.”

“y/n you didn’t blow anything. take a few deep breaths.” he pauses and waits for you. “ok, now we’re going to leave this bathroom and you are going to go and get your chick.” you smile at damien.

“what would i do without you, dames.” you say, pulling him into a hug.

“i don’t know, you would probably die.” you playfully push damien at that comment. he helps you up off of the floor and you grab the door handle, opening it to reveal courtney, who looks like she’s about to knock.

“oh, y/n!” her eyes drift to damien who’s still standing behind you. “i didn’t- i’m sorry i’m probably being intrusive-“

“n-no court, it’s not, i’m not-“ you nervously chuckle.

“i’m gonna leave you two here.” damien says as he pats your back and pushed past you, leaving just you and courtney.

“courtney it’s really not what,” you were trying to form a sentence but your brain had turned to mush. “i’m not- i don’t like guys.” that was not how you wanted to come out to your crush. courtney’s mouth dropped into an ‘o’ shape.

“so what- is everything ok?” she asks you for the second time that night.

“we were just talking” you say, still bamboozled by the whole situation.

there was a small pause, “about?” courtney asks, you read her facial expression, she didn’t want to hurt you.

“it was just- we were talking about you. i just- i like you a lot and don’t know how to tell you because i’m scared of rejection but i know if i don’t shoot my shot then i’ll never know how you feel and i really wanted to tell you at a better time and place but i can’t help-“

“y/n”

“- but tell you now because damien gave me a pep talk but even after that i still feel like i messed up-“

“y/n!” courtney puts her hands on your shoulders, almost to shake you out of your thoughts.

“oh, i was rambling wasn’t i.” you say and your cheeks flush a bright pink

“it’s ok, i think it’s cute.” courtney says smoothly.

“you, what?” you say almost in disbelief.

“i like you too y/n.” she says. she searches your face for a second, but you were at a loss for words. “oh fuck it.” she mumbles and connects your lips. you place one hand on her face and another grabs her hand, they fit perfectly together, you thought. everything in this moment felt right. it was just you and courtney, and that’s all that mattered. you slowly pulled away, looking at her blushing face.

“i was actually going to ask you if you wanted to dance earlier, but i kinda choked.” you said, and a smile crossed her face.

“well? let us dance, my love” courtney said and begins to pull you into the livingroom, you two giggling your way to the dance floor.