#smosh reader insert

Shayne got into the driver’s seat and started the car, heaving a sigh of relief once the cool air conditioned air hit his face. The sudden heat wave that had come to Los Angeles was insane and even the short walk from the store to his car was brutal. “Yeah, we can grab something to eat.” he agreed, pulling up his phone to look at what was nearby.

A buzzing sound from the door well compartment on the passenger side. Courtney made a confused sound and patted around until she pulled out a cell phone that definitely did not belong to anyone in the car currently.

“Shayne, whose phone is this? It’s a cute case.” She said, turning it over in her hands.

It took a second for Shayne to comprehend exactly what she asked but when he looked up, he felt his heart beat a little faster. “Oh, damn.” He mumbled, reaching out to take it from her. The screen lit up and he saw messages that he had sent earlier in the day on display. “Damien, man, lunch is gonna have to wait a little while longer.” He said as he put the phone in a cupholder and putting on his seatbelt.

Damien audibly groaned from his spot in the backseat. 

Shayne pulled out of the parking lot and after a moment, feeling her stare, he glanced to look at Courtney. “What?” he asked.

“Where are we going? Whose phone do you mysteriously have in your car?”

Shayne sighed and lifted a hand to gently push the hat on his head back slightly. He hadn't intended to have this conversation like this. “It’s… it’s my girlfriend’s phone and she left it in here last night so we are going to give it back.” he explained in a rush, eyes staring straight at the road ahead of him.

Damien made a question sound, “I beg your unbelievable pardon?”

“Your what?” Courtney asked, voice slightly higher and usual.

He didn’t want to answer. Part of him was yelling at himself for even starting this, but he knew that if Y/N didn’t have her phone by the time lunch rolled around for her, she’d be a nervous wreck. “My girlfriend.” he said simply, shrugging one shoulder.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Courtney twisting in her seat to look back at Damien while both of them made incredulous sounds, trying to find the words they were looking for. It seemed, that Damien had regained his ability to speak faster than Courtney. He leaned forward and placed a hand on the side of Shayne’s seat, staring at his profile.

“Who is this girl? Why have you never mentioned her?”

Courtney reached over and slapped Shayne on the bicep with the back of her hand, “How long have you been dating?”

Shayne groaned as he pulled off the right exit, hands gripping the steering wheel harder. “I have mentioned her just… not in this context. You remember that girl I told you about? That I met at the gym? She was wearing the ‘Turning my small might into All Might’ tank top?” he started, catching Damien’s eyes in the rear view mirror. Damien nodded his head.

“Right, well, we always work out at the same times and we just kind of started talking and hanging out and… I don’t know. She’s sweet, and funny, and a huge fucking dork.” Shayne laughed in spite of himself.

Damien was quiet for just a moment, “You mentioned this girl months ago.”

“You’ve been dating her for months?!” Courtney exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Because you’d do this.” Shayne shot back. He sighed and shook his head. They were getting closer to where Y/N worked and he was starting to feel unbelievably anxious. “I liked having something private for a while. I was going to tell you, and introduce you, but we’re still getting to know each other and I wanted to wait before I threw Y/N to the lunatic wolves that are my friends.”

Courtney and Damien were quiet for a bit; Damien slid back and relaxed again in his seat. Shayne turned into a parking lot and sighed as he parked his car near the entrance of the building. “This is a preschool.” Courtney stated, leaning forward to read the sign above the door. Shayne nodded and shut off the car.

“She’s an after school teacher here during the school year, and she does camp during the summer.” he explained as he grabbed Y/N’s phone, shoving it into his pocket.

Before he could say or do anything else, both Courney and Damien had unbuckled their seat belts and were out of the car. Shayne closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and got out as well. He didn’t say a word but headed for the front door, his friends falling into step with him. At the door, Shayne pressed the doorbell button on the number pad. A loud clunking sound came from the double doors, signalling that they’d been unlocked.

Shayne opened the door and stepped into the front area of the building, smiling at the women seated behind the desk. “Hey, Shayne.” The taller of the two women greeted. Shayne nodded and grabbed a pen to sign in on the visitor’s log. “Hi, Kati. Hi, Jackie.” he replied, sliding the binder over and handing the pen to Damien.

“Does Y/N know you’re here?” Kati asked.

“No. She left something in my car and I’ve gotta give it to her. Is she in her room?” he asked.

Jackie looked up from her computer and shook her head, “No. Last I saw, they were headed outside.”

Shayne nodded and looked over to see Courtney finishing signing herself in. “Oh, this is Damien and Courtney. We’ll be quick.” he said. Courtney and Damien waved at the women who did the same in return. 

“Well, you know the way,” Kati said, going back to her work.

Taking a deep breath, Shayne nodded and motioned for his friends to follow him. He lead them through another set of double doors and down a hallway. Down the hall there were the sounds of babies crying, soft music playing, and adults talking. As they got closer to the door that leads to the playground that connected to Y/N’s classroom, they could hear children screaming.

Shayne pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the sight of ten kids running around in their bathing suits. They had buckets and water balloons as they chased each other through the playground. He looked over and spotted Y/N in shorts and a tank top holding a hose and spraying the kids who got too close to her.

“She’s cute.” He heard Courtney say from behind him which just made him laugh.

One of the kids spotted them and stopped in their tracks, “Mr. Shayne!”

The call of his name caught Y/N’s attention and her head whipped around to see him standing there. A bright smile immediately found its place on her lips. “Hey, Ben, what’s up?” he laughed as he walked around the sidewalk towards the gate in the fence that closed off the playground. Y/N shook her head and stepped closer to the gate as well to greet him.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked. She paused slightly, seeing the people behind Shayne. “Oh, Hi!”

“Hi, I’m Courtney, this is Damien.” Courtney introduced happily.

“Y/N. Nice to finally meet you.” Y/N smiled before looking back at Shayne.

He was staring at her for a moment, just taking her in. The smile on her face, the way the sun hit her, how she looked drenched in water but still so cute. He came back to the moment and leaned on the top of the fence with his arms. “You left your phone in my car so I brought it to you.” He answered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the phone for her to see.

“Oh sh-shoot,” Y/N laughed. One of the kids ran up to her with an empty bucket, so she turned to fill it back up with the hose in her hand. “Thank you, Shayne.” She said, looking back at him with a wide smile that seemingly took up her whole face.

Shayne nodded, “I’ll put it in your closet in your room.”

“Thank you.” She said again before the kids grabbed her attention again.

Shayne, Damien, and Courtney stood there for a moment and just watched her run off with some of the kids, spraying them and laughing loudly. Suddenly, Shayne had an idea. “Hey, Jack,” Shayne called to one of the boys walking past. He had paid more than enough visits to learn the names of the summer campers and they all loved him dearly.

“Let me see your bucket.” He grinned. “I’m gonna dump it on Ms. Y/N.”

The boy didn’t need any more convincing and he immediately handed the bucket of water over to Shayne. He turned and handed his phone, as well as Y/N’s, over to Courtney. Both Damien and Courtney laughed softly as Shayne opened the gate and snuck into the playground. He crept up behind Y/N but one of the little girls spotted him.

“Ms. Y/N, look out!”

Y/N turned but was too slow and Shayne upended the water over her head. However, he wasn’t fast enough either and got hit in the chest with the hose. He let out one of his Shayne screams and wrapped his arms around Y/N in a hug before letting go and running off to rejoin his friends. “I’m going to get you back, Shayne!” Y/N shouted at him.

Shayne laughed and waved as he opened the back door to Y/N’s classroom and lead his friends inside. The cold A/C on his wet skin made him shiver but he made his way over to the closet and unlocked the door. Courtney handed him the phone and he placed it on a shelf with Y/N’s other belongings.

“So.” Damien started as Shayne shut the closet door. “She seems nice.”

Courtney laughed, “Yeah, for sure.”

Shayne took his hat off his head and ruffled his hair as they exited the room and made their way back up to the front. 

While you looked over an email, Damien slipped his hand into yours and laced your fingers together. A smile you couldn’t fight found its way across your lips when he lifted your clasped hands and pressed a kiss against the back of yours, the slight scratch of his stubble against your skin making you shiver slightly. You glanced over at him to see he was toying with the sleeve of the sweatshirt you were wearing; the sweatshirt you’d stolen from him weeks ago.

“What’s this?” he asked, tugging at the cuff.

You hummed absently and watched as he pulled back the fabric to reveal a doodle you had drawn on your wrist earlier in the day. It was a small flower in blue ink. You’d put it there during a conference call that morning and, for some reason, Damien seeing it made your heart rate pick up in your chest to hammer against your ribs.

“It’s a thing I do sometimes.” You offered weakly. “Sometimes, if I’m anxious I need something to do with my hands so I… doodle on myself. It’s silly, but it helps.”

Damien shook his head and pressed a kiss to the flower. “It’s not silly. If it makes you feel better and less anxious, it can never be silly.”

There was a beat of silence. You shook your head slowly from side to side and leaned forward to press a kiss against his lips, humming lowly in the back of your throat. Damien was quick to respond and lifted his free hand to cradle your jaw as he kissed you back. After what could have been hours, but was really only a minute or two, you pulled away from the kiss and blinked back at Damien with a dopey sort of grin on your face.

“I adore you.”

Damien chuckled. “Aw, shucks.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed before turning back to your laptop. You no longer felt any motivation to finish so you saved what you had open, and closed the computer, setting it to the side. “I’m gonna take a shower.” you said, sitting up more. “And then we’re actually gonna cuddle and watch this dumb show.” You gestured at the television, which just made Damien laugh again.

“Sounds good, babe.”

Pressing one more kiss to Damien’s lips, you patted his legs and slipped out of the bed. You stopped at his dresser and grabbed some lounge clothes to change into before heading off towards his bathroom. Your shower was a quick one, all you needed to do was quickly wash your body to get the grime of the day off; you’d leave washing your hair until tomorrow at your own place.

You stepped out of the shower, dried off, and pulled on a pair of Damien’s shorts that you’d grabbed and a two-tone tan striped tank top you found as well. You noticed that the flower that had been on your wrist was now gone but you felt okay about it. Being around Damien made all of the stress and anxiety of the day melt away in a way you’d not experienced before.

Shuffling back out into Damien’s bedroom, you saw that both of his cats had made their way in as well and were laying at the foot of the bed while Damien reclined back against his pillows. You smiled happily and scurried across the room to climb up onto the bed next to him, laying on his left side. You tucked yourself up along his side and his arm instinctively wrapped around you. You pulled your leg up slightly, your bent knee resting against his hip, and laid your head on his shoulder.

It didn’t take long for you to begin dozing off, the show on the screen completely forgotten again. Damien’s left hand rested comfortingly along your arm, while his right ran absently over your knee. The two sensations, tacked onto a long day, were exactly what you needed to find yourself falling asleep. 

In the morning, you were woken up by your alarm and quickly extricated yourself from Damien and the girls in order to get up for work. You’d packed clothes in your bag, just in case you did stay the night, and were already changed by the time you noticed Damien sitting up in bed. His hair was adorably ruffled and he blinked sleepy eyes back at you.

“You’re like a morning ninja.” he yawned, running a hand through his hair.

You laughed and nodded as you rounded the bed. “I was trying to let you sleep. I’ve got an early meeting this morning.”

Damien shook his head and leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “S’okay. I’ll talk to you later, though, right?”

“Of course.” you laughed, kissing his cheek. “I’ll text you later.”

With one more smile, and a quick peck on the lips, you hurried off to grab your things and ran out to your car. The drive to work was uneventful and long in the LA morning traffic but you made it to work with just enough time to get your things away and make your way to the meeting room. You sat in your chair and crossed your legs under the table as you pulled out all of your materiels, trying to push the edging anxiety from your body.

Something caught your eye, however, and you sat up to look down at your lap. The skirt you were wearing slid down, or up, your thigh and exposed the area just above your knee. There you saw a small red heart drawn close to the inner thigh with little dots surrounding it. You knew for sure that you hadn’t drawn it and for a moment you were confused. Until you remembered Damien had been running his hand over your knee most of the night.

A smile fell into place on your lips as you absently traced the heart with your finger tip. Suddenly, you weren’t so nervous. Glancing around, you quickly grabbed your phone and took a picture of the heart on your leg and sent the picture to Damien. Just as you were about to tuck your phone away for the meeting he replied.

The bathroom had smelled amazing when you finally stripped down and sunk into the bath. You quickly lost track of time as you laid your head back against the tub and allowed your eyes to shut. As you moved your hands through the water it became obvious that it was turning cold and that it was probably time for you to get out.

That was going to be a problem.

You hadn’t really taken a bath since you’d gotten pregnant, and now you realized why. How were you supposed to get up? You already struggled sometimes getting out of bed, let alone a slick bathtub on the floor. There were a few attempts to push yourself from the water but it became obvious that it was not going to happen.

“Damien?” you called loudly. 

There was no response and you huffed to yourself. “Day? I need your help.”

For a moment you thought he couldn’t hear you and you were slightly worried but that fear went away when the bathroom door swung up. His hair was a little erratic and he had his glasses on making you smile slightly at how cute he looked. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, stepping further into the room.

Suddenly, you felt a little embarrassed. 

“I… I can’t get up.”

A small smile found its way to his face but if he wanted to laugh at you he didn’t show up. He walked closer and knelt down enough to slip a hand around your back while you put one hand on his shoulder and pushed off the tub edge with the other. Slowly, he eased you to your feet and helped you to step out as well.

“Thank you.” you sighed softly.

Damien chuckled and grabbed a towel, “I wasn’t gonna leave my wife and child stranded in the tub.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for the towel in Damien’s hands but he playfully swatted your hands away. Before you could ask what he was down, Damien carefully ran the towel down your right arm, and then your left. He wrapped it around you to drag it over your back. He took his time to wipe the water droplets from the rounded curve of your belly.

Despite being married to this man, and carrying his child, the whole scenario made your cheeks flush red. It felt incredibly intimate the way Damien was looking at you and oh, so gingerly drying you off. When he had finished with both of your legs, he stood up and smiled warmly back at you. You felt as though you were compelled by some other wordly force to lean in and press a kiss to his lips.

“I love you.” you breathed into the kiss.

Damien kissed you again. “I love you too, darling.”

Without another word, Damien stepped back and grabbed the clothes from the counter you’d brought into the bathroom so you could change once done with your bath. He helped the shirt over your head before he kneeled down to make it easier for you to step into the shorts, and he pulled them up your legs.

“You know, if you hadn’t done it already, I’d let you put a baby in me.” you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his middle.

Damien rolled his eyes and kissed your temple. “Mmm, I’ll keep that in mind.”

He pulled away slowly and grabbed hold of your hand to lead you from the bathroom into your bedroom. You got up onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, and automatically laid a hand on the swell of your abdomen. Damien was quick to climb up onto the bed next to you and lay his head down on your chest, face facing your stomach.

He had taken to doing this lately. He often times just talked or sang softly to your belly and he just loved when he could see or feel the little bean inside moving at the sound of his voice. For now, though, he was mostly quiet except for the soft hum under his breath. You reached a hand out to gently card your fingers through his hair, feeling it to still be a little damp from his shower before he streamed.

“I take it that you haven’t had lunch yet?” you asked softly.

Damien shook his head. “Nah, I can order us something in a minute. You’ve gotta be hungry after the gym.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you, and gently twirled some of his hair around your fingers. You felt his hand slowly run back and forth under your shirt and you allowed your eyes to close, just enjoying the moment. It didn’t take long to feel as though you were going to doze off, but the sound of Damien softly singing brought you back.

“Wise men say only fools rush in. But, I can’t help falling in love with you.”

If anyone asked, you would blame the pregnancy hormones, but you felt tears building in your eyes as he continued to sing lowly. He’d occasionally take a breath and press a kiss to your stomach. You took a shuddering breath and sniffled softly. The movement and sound must have caught Damien’s attention because sat up and looked back at you with wide eyes. In a flash, he was up by you and took your face gently in his hands.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” he asked in almost a whisper.

You shook your head and sniffled again. “I just love you so much.”

Damien let out a small laugh as he leaned forward to press his forehead against your own. “I love you too.” he murmured. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, your body still moving with each of your shaky breaths and sniffles. Damien kissed the very tip of your nose.

“Do you want me to order us some chinese food?” 

For whatever reason, probably hormones, you very nearly sobbed at the suggestion. Damien laughed but quickly moved to wrap his arms around you and pressed a few kisses to your shoulder, neck, and cheek. “I’ll take that as a yes.” he teased softly, holding you tighter.

You nodded. “I want dumplings, and General Tso’s.”

“Two egg rolls?” Damien asked, pulling out his phone.

“Three.”

For a Saturday night, the two of you were keeping things pretty low-key considering that, when given the chance, you both had a propensity to have a little too much fun. Work had been kicking both of your asses and you’d made the mutual decision to stay in for the night and just watch Netflix. That had been the plan until a sudden thunderstorm had kicked up and momentarily knocked out the power. The lights had returned fairly quickly but the internet had yet to return.

So, while Shayne had run off when the power first went out, you managed to find your way to his liquor stash to make the both of you a drink. One drink turned to several, so now they both of you were feeling just a little giggly and restless - trying desperately to find something else to occupy your time with until you could resume your Netflix marathon. 

“We should play a game,” Shayne said as he got to his feet.

You quirked an eyebrow in his general direction, “What sort of game?”

“We should play Mario Kart so I can kick your ass again,” he laughed, walking over to the entertainment center. He seemed to be rummaging through the different consoles and games that were set up underneath the television. You scoffed softly and rolled your eyes as you lifted your cup up and took a long swig of the mixed drink within. Shayne was always one to try and prove his prowess when it came to certain games and ever since he’d beaten you by two points in the last Mario Kart tournament you’d played together he was lording it over you.

With a small sigh, you leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees and watched Shayne for a moment. He was pulling out what looked like the pro-controllers for his switch which made you let out some sort of disgruntled nonsensical grunt. Shayne looked over his shoulder with a very confused look on his face. “Can I help you, cave person?” he laughed as he stood up straight. You, however, could only roll your eyes at him as you shakily got to your feet.

“Fuck that weak ass Switch shit,” you mumbled.

You gingerly placed your cup down onto the coffee table and made your way over to where Shayne was still standing. You put a hand on his shoulder and playfully pushed him out of the way so that you could bend down to look for what you wanted. “If we’re going to play Mario Kart, we’re going to play it my way,” you mumbled as you started to pull out controllers, “And we’re going to make it interesting.”

“What do you mean interesting?” Shayne asked from beside you, “Like a bet or something?”

Finally, you managed to unwind the controllers you needed and located the game cartridge from the drawer at the bottom of the unit. “Or something,” you chuckled lowly. Shayne gave up on waiting for you to finish setting the game up and went back to the couch, propping his feet up onto the coffee table. You hummed softly to yourself as you switched on the television and inserted the game into the console itself before standing up and grinning back at Shayne.

He swallowed a mouthful of his drink and raised an eyebrow at you, “Mario Kart 64?”

“Not just Mario Kart 64,” you said, walking over with two controllers, “Strip Mario Kart 64.”

Shayne very nearly choked on his drink. He slapped a hand against his chest and let out a loud cough to clear his airway before he looked up at you with a slightly incredulous look upon his face while he attempted to collect himself once again. However, that look quickly melted into a slightly smarmy smile. “If you want me to take my clothes off you could have just asked,” he laughed as he shook his head from side to side slowly.

You rolled your eyes and tossed him a controller, “Shut up and play.”

Shayne reached out to take green controller from you and you sat next to him, holding the bright yellow one in your own hands. “So what exactly are the rules for this?” he asked as he entered the character select screen. You chuckled softly to yourself as you selected Toad while Shayne picked Yoshi. You grabbed you cup again and drained the remaining liquid from within. “If you lose, you take something off,” you said, setting your cup down, “Socks are not individual, so if you’re taking socks off you have to take off both.”

The Grand Prix started fairly civilly with the two of you only really being upset at yourselves or the CPU characters for messing up or screwing you over. You’d both won and lost two of the races which resulted in you losing both of your socks and sweatshirt, while Shayne removed his socks and t-shirt. However, by the second Grand Prix both you and Shayne had had a little more to drink and were getting just a hair upset with one another. 

“Fucking…  Fuck you, T-Tippy Topp,” you grumbled under your breath as Shayne hit you with a red shell and sped by.

He laughed loudly and glanced away from the screen to look over at you, “What did you just call me?”

The momentary distraction was enough for Shayne to not see that a turn was coming and he ran right off the track. He let out an annoyed shout and started to bounce both of his legs impatiently as Lakitu seemed to be taking his sweet time in fishing him from the depths and returning him to the course. In the meantime, you flew past Shayne and let out a gleeful laugh. “Suck it, Tippy-Topp,” you giggled, turning the corner to see the finish line in sight.

“Stop calling me that,” he shot back with a laugh of his own.

You didn’t pay attention to him and quickly crossed the finish line, getting a first place finish. You held both of your hands above your head in triumph as at least one CPU finished before Shayne had the chance to. Shayne angrily dropped his controller to the ground and kicked at the floor. You set your own controller down next to you on the couch and reached out to grab hold of your drink from the table. “Take. It. Off,” you laughed, taking a sip and raising your eyebrows at Shayne over the rim of your cup.

Shayne grumbled nonsense under his breath and got to his feet so that he could undo his belt, he slipped it from the loops and dropped it to the floor. You watched, expecting him to continue on with his jeans, but he merely sat himself back down onto the couch. You made a very dissatisfied noise and looked over at him with a very dejected look upon your face. Shayne only laughed and reached down to pick his controller up off of the floor.

“You never specified anything about belts,” he shot back, getting ready for the next race.

You narrowed your eyes at him before tearing them away to look back at the screen again. Your hands gripped tighter to the controller as you focused on the race at hand. It took a banana and a well timed green shell to knock Shayne out of first place, a position he had somehow managed to hold for the entire race. He let out a shout of anguish as you drove past him and over the finish line, leaving him behind.

A peel of laughter fell from your lips and you looked over at him with an excited expression on your face. Once he had finished, Shayne allowed his controller to topple out of his hands and to the floor. It landed with a slight clatter on the wooden floor. Without another word, Shayne stood up on his feet and popped the button of his jeans loose before he undid the zipper. A smirk slid over your face as Shayne worked his jeans down his legs and kicked them off to the side. He sat back down on the couch in just his underwear.

Absently, Shayne groped down along the front of the couch to grab the bottle of whiskey that he had sitting there. He twisted the cap off and lifted it to his lips to draw in several rather large gulps of the brown liquid within. You laughed softly and lifted your legs up to sit with them folded beneath you. “Feeling the deep sting of defeat there, Toppers?” you teased with a smirk. Shayne lowered the bottle and looked over at you with a nearly angry expression on his face.

“I’m going to beat that smile off of your face,” he threatened as he grabbed his controller.

It seemed that Shayne took those words very seriously as the next two races he very deftly beat you, leaving you to remove your shirt and your jeans. You very grumpily slumped back against the couch and glared at the screen in front of you. Shayne chuckled and slid closer to you, slipping an arm around your waist to pull you just a little bit closer to his side. He turned his head and nuzzled into the sensitive skin where your shoulder met your neck. A shiver rippled up your spine at the feeling of his facial hair scratching at your skin and you huffed softly as you attempted to push him away from you.

“We’re both down to our skivvies… maybe we should call it a night,” Shayne suggested with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

You gritted your teeth and shook your head from side to side. “One more,” you suggested, selecting Rainbow Road, “All or nothing.” 

Shayne quirked an eyebrow at you as he pulled away, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He tightened his hold on his controller and let out a low sort of chuckle. “If you say so, babe,” he said, turning back to face the screen. Growing up, you actually loved playing on Rainbow Road despite the constant complaints from family and friends. It was a beast of a course but you had, at some point, mastered the shortcut at the very beginning of the race, so you felt a little more than confident going against Shayne.

Your acquired a sort of tunnel vision for your portion of the screen, completely ignoring whatever it was that Shayne was doing on his half. “What the fuck, Toad,” you shouted as Toad missed the track completely and fell into the void. You heard Shayne laugh loudly from beside you and you let out a grunt while Lakitu brought you back up onto the course. At this point, you were determined to make the jump but for whatever reason, you couldn’t land it and landed in the darkness time after time.

Finally, you cast a glance over to Shayne’s screen and saw how far ahead he was and you had to make the decision to bail on the shortcut. You had to focus intently but you managed to make it up to the front just as Shayne finished, leaving you to finish behind two CPU characters. You groaned and dropped your controller to the ground.

“Stupid fungus piece of shit. Can’t jump to save his own god damn life,” you ranted, pushing your hands through your hair.

When you finally looked back over at Shayne, he was reclining back into the cushions of the sofa and watching you with a smug, teasing smile on his face. He lifted his brows in your direction and gestured with his hand through the air as if commanding you to continue. “I believe we made a deal,” he said, his voice slightly lower than usual.

Begrudgingly, you got to your feet and reached behind your back to start to unclasp your bar. Before you could do that, however, you noticed Shayne get to his feet and stand very close to you. His hands grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you closer to him until you could feel his skin brush against your own with every inhale. Shayne made very deliberate eye contact and slowly slid his hands up your sides, sending shivers down your spine. You exhaled heavily and when you felt his hands gliding towards you back, you allowed yours to move and grab hold of his shoulders.

His fingers made quick work of your clasp and he very easily removed the article from you body, letting it drop to the floor beside the two of you. You swallowed hard and bit down gently onto your lower lip when you felt his hands slowly begin to slide back down your body. His fingers just barely dipped into the band of your underwear before they moved behind you to grab hold of your ass, which they squeeze tightly.

“Shayne,” you very nearly whispered, staring back at him.

He smirked and ducked his head to place a heated kiss against your lips. You inhaled sharply through your nose and grabbed tighter at his skin while his hands used their grip to pull you even closer and lift you enough for him to gain some leverage in the kiss. His lips worked relentlessly against your own and it was all you could do to keep up. Almost without you realizing it, Shayne’s hands managed to push your panties down to about the middle of your thigh; a fact you were oblivious to until you felt his hands grabbed at the bare flesh of your backside.

You gasped and pulled away from the kiss to stare up at him with wide eyes. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain control over your breath. He took the pause to take a small step back and crouch down. His gingerly slid your underwear down your legs, the barest touch of his skin on your leaving what felt like a trail of fire, and carefully removed them completely to drop them with the rest of your clothes.

When he returned to full height, you looped your arms around his neck and pressed closely to his torso. You could feel your entire body straining within itself, begging for more, and you were sure that Shayne could tell. He let out a low chuckle and ducked his head to press kisses along the side of your neck until he reached your ear. “Y’know, if you want me to fuck you there’s just one little thing you need to say, Y/N,” he breathed against your ear, his hands slowly gliding over your body.

“W-What’s that?” you whispered, your eyes falling shut.

Shayne nipped at your earlobe and you could feel his grin, “That I’m better than you at Mario Kart.”

You froze momentarily before you felt your eyes roll. You lowered your hands to playfully slap at Shayne’s bare chest and push him away slight. “God, I hate you,” you laughed, looking up at him with a smile. Shayne returned your smile and shook his head before ducking enough to very nearly throw you over his shoulder. He laughed loudly as you let out a surprised squeal of a scream and began to head off towards the bedroom.

“It’s a good thing I love you so much then,” he laughed, pushing open the door to your room.

You sighed and pinched him lightly on the side, “I demand a re-match.”

Shayne chuckled and laid you out on the bed, very quickly climbing over you to stare down at you with dark eyes. He smiled brightly and slowly lowered himself so that he was pressing you down into the mattress. His hand came up to card through your hair and you sighed softly at the contact, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Later,” Shayne murmured, kissing at your collarbone.

“Y/N?”

Courtney’s voice momentarily pulled your back in. She was standing in front of you with a true look of confusion spread across her face. A quick glance around the room and you realized mostly everyone else was looking at you with the exact same expression. You swallowed harshly around the thick lump that had formed in your throat and blinked rapidly a few times in an attempt to readjust your focus.

“Sorry, Courtney.” You mumbled, folding your arms over your chest. “What was it you said?”

Courtney’s eyebrows furrowed for a brief second but they smoothed and a smile slowly spread across her face. “I was asking you to be on the next episode of Eat it or Yeet it. We need another person, and you’ve never done it before. We’re supposed to film soon, so if you want to go ahead and get read-”

“No.” You said quickly, cutting her off. “Sorry. No, Courtney.”

She looked more than a little hurt. “Aw, c’mon, Y/N. It’ll be fun.”

“I… No.” You said again as you shook your head.

“It’s not that bad, Y/N! Olivia’s done it twice! Damien ate toothpaste! Shayne at-”

“Courtney.” You said firmly. She stopped abruptly and looked back at you, more confused than ever. Your heart began pumping harder and you could hear it in your ears now. Your stomach gave an aggressive swirl and for a moment there was an unexpected water sensation in the back of your mouth that lead you to be slightly worried you may vomit right there.

You took a deep, shuddering breath and mentally cursed yourself when you felt the telltale prick of tears at the corners of your eyes. “I really… really cannot do that show.” You spoke slowly and thoughtfully. You were trying desperately to rein in your thoughts and feelings in order to not fully explode in the middle of the office but it was getting harder the more that she pushed the idea.

“Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal.” She started but upon seeing your face she stopped again.

“Courtney. As someone who has had an eating disorder for most of her life and has been in recovery for a year and a half, the idea of being in a video where your two choices are force this food down your throat, or puke it all up is literally the worst fucking thing I can think of and I’d appreciate it if you’d just shut the fuck up and leave me alone.”

You hadn’t realized that your voice was raising or that your body was shaking but by the time you were done speaking your chest was heaving heavily and a tear had slipped past your eye. You’d never told anyone about your past issues but here you were in the middle of the office screaming about it. Your head swam and your heart beat so hard your ribs felt like they were aching. You needed an out.

Without so much as a glance or a word to Courtney, or anyone else who had been a bystander to your anger, you scurried out of the room with your head down. You let your feet carry you away and soon found yourself in the Smosh Games studio, curled up on the couch. You pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms tightly around your shins, trying to keep yourself contained in as tight a bubble as possible.

It’s wasn’t clear how long you were there but after some time the door opened.

“Hey.” A familiar voice spoke softly.

You sighed softly and spoke into the valley of your knees, “I don’t want to hear or say anything, Damien.”

The couch beside you dipped under his weight but he didn’t say anything else. The room was still, and quiet. Although the situation could have felt awkward, you were comforted slightly just knowing that he was there beside you. You took a few steadying breaths and slowly lifted your head to blink back at him. You were sure that you looked a mess. Your eyes stung and you were sure your nose was red but he only smiled at you.

“You don’t have to say anything or tell me anything you don’t want to.” He said softly as he reached out to push some hair from your face. “But I do want you to know that Courtney is incredibly sorry. She feels like shit. Other than that, you know we’re all here for you, right?”

You nodded and swallowed harshly. “I know.” you croaked. “I’m just… I’m sad, and angry, and embarrassed.”

Damien was quiet for a moment but his hand found your back and gave a comforting pat. “Good thing I’ve got emotional jumper cables.”

You cocked an eyebrow as he stood up in front of you and motioned with his hands for you to get up as well. With an unhappy sigh, you got to your feet and stood beside Damien, looking at him with a less than amused expression.

He grabbed your right hand and pulled it to place on his side. “Just attach here,” he murmured before doing the same with your left. “And here.”

Then, he wrapped his own arms around your shoulders and pulled you close to his body. Your head rested on his chest and your hands slipped back so that your arms looped around his middle and held onto him tightly.

“This is a hug,” you said simply.

Damien hummed, “Yup, is it working?”

You were silent for a moment as you held each other. You no longer felt the burn of anger in your throat or the pit of despair in your stomach. Your shoulders relaxed and you all but sagged against Damien, holding him just that much tighter.

It wasn’t Damien’s fault, and you knew that, but he was the first person whom you spotted once your anger had set in. As he walked through the living room, he stopped in his tracks at seeing your upset face. “Hey, you alright?” he asked cautiously, setting his keys down on the side table. You inhaled sharply through your nose as if you were a dragon about to set fire to the whole room.

He looked down at his watch, “Wasn’t what’s-his-face supposed to have picked you up by now?”

If only your quick exhale was actually dragonflame then you wouldn’t have to see the pitying expression setting in on Damien’s features. 

“He stood me up,” you seethed, hands picking at the hem of your dress.

Damien let out a noise that had it been from anyone else would have been condescending but deep down, beneath your fog of anger, you knew he was just being sympathetic. You took a few deep, calming breaths and rose from the couch to stand on your feet. You smoothed your hands down the front of your dress and fixed Damien with a look that you hoped appeared less harsh than it felt.

“Let’s go,” you said simply, grabbing your jacket.

Damien looked at you, confused, “Go? Go where?”

“I bought a dress, shaved my legs, and put makeup on. I refuse to be stood up,” you stated matter-of-factly. “So, we are going to go out to eat and I am going to get a drink and I would love it if you were a great roommate and did this for me.” You could feel your resolve, and some of your anger, giveaway at the end of your sentence and you hated it. You loathed feeling weak, and you knew that Damien would never think of you that way but it still bothered you.

He nodded once and picked up his keys, “Yeah, alright, let’s go.”

Rounding the couch and coffee table, Damien presented you with his arm for you to take. You ducked your head slightly to hide your grin but gladly wrapped you hand around his elbow before he lead you out of the house. After he locked the door, Damien lead you out to his car and opened the passenger side door for you to get in, closing it tightly behind you once you were securely inside. You glanced over your shoulder to watch him walk around the car and you felt a slight flutter in your chest and in your stomach.

Mentally you scolded yourself as you fastened your seatbelt. This was Damien. Your roommate. One of your best friends for years. You absolutely could not, under any circumstances, think of him in that way. You heard the driver side door open and looked over to see Damien sliding into the seat. He quickly did his seatbelt and turned to look in your direction, his hair flopping slightly as a lopsided grin fell into place on his lips.

Oh, no.

“Where to?” he asked, starting the engine.

You suddenly felt as though your chest was tight and your face was hot. What was happening? Why were you feeling this way? You ducked your head and cleared your throat in an attempt to gather your composure in a way that wasn’t overtly obvious to Damien. “Um, the usual place?” you suggested after you finally looked back up at him.

Damien grinned again and nodded. “Nice, I like it,” he said happily, reaching out to pat you on the knee before putting the car into reverse. 

Oh yeah, you were done for.

At the restaurant you found yourself to be struggling even more than before. How had you never noticed how nice Damien’s smile was? Or how cute his laugh is? Or the way the light caught his eyes just so? You ordered a drink quickly, hoping that the alcohol would help you in one way or another, but if anything it just made you look at Damien more closely. After finishing the drink, you switched to water as if afraid anymore would lead you to saying or doing something about these new thoughts and feelings sprouting up within you.

When the food arrived and you began eating, Damien chuckled softly which caught your attention. You looked up at him with slightly knitted eyebrows which made him smile fondly at you. “You just look happier than you did when I got home, is all,” he explained with a shrug.

“The little hole in my chest can easily be filled by comfort food,” you retorted, taking a bite of your pasta.

Damien laughed and ducked his head down as a wide grin tugged at his lips. A certain sense of pride flared up inside your chest as having put that smile there. But you quickly shook your head and went back to your food in an attempt to push it away.

He had insisted on paying for dinner, no matter how you tried to argue with him. He even caught you before you could slip your card in the folder when you thought he wasn’t looking. Back at the house, Damien helped you out of the car and lead you to the front door. He didn’t stop there. He walked you up the stairs and to your bedroom door, fixing you with a smile that did strange things to your stomach and your knees.

“I hope I was a good enough substitution for what’s-his-name,” he said softly.

You swallowed harshly around a newfound lump in your throat and nodded. “The best,” you forced yourself to say, coming out as just above a whisper. Damien nodded and ducked his head to press a kiss against your cheek before lifting your hand to do the same to the back of it. Both things he’d done in the past but now it made your heart stutter in your chest and your stomach drop.

“Good night, Y/N,” he said, turning to head towards his room.

Slowly, you drifted your way into consciousness. And then promptly back out. The world was a dull blur, and random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of your thoughts, as though they were being blown about viciously by a hurricane. A gentle hand placed on your stomach momentarily brought back your consciousness and returned your thoughts to the outside world, but after a brief second you were once again lost. 

Sleep had, very recently, begun to elude you as you entered the later stages of your pregnancy. Any rest that you managed to grasp ahold of was fragmented and easily interrupted by your own body, whether it be cramping, restlessness, the baby moving, or your own incessant need to urinate. Every night you found yourself dreading the thought of having to go to bed, knowing full well that it would be a miracle if you would be able to sleep more than an hour at a time. The constant up and down had started to weigh on you and you were feeling more than a little irritated every time that you woke up to see your fiance sleeping peacefully beside you.

The feeling tonight. however, was somehow intensified with the nagging back pain and stomach cramping that had started towards the early evening.

However, as you were swimming through your drowsy state of sleep and wakefulness, you could feel the gentle pressure of a hand gliding over your swollen stomach. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness, but your gaze quickly settled on the man sitting beside you on the bed. Shayne was staring, almost transfixed, on your belly as he carefully ran a hand over the curve. His face was close and you could hear him speaking softly to the baby within.

“Hello little one,” he whispered, smiling dopily, “We can’t wait to meet you… I know your mama is more than ready for you to come into the world.”

An effortless smile found its way to your face and you allowed your eyes to close once more and just focused on Shayne’s voice and the way his hand felt running over your skin. He chuckled softly in the dark and his hand stopped momentarily, his thumb brushing gently where you knew he must have felt the gentle kick at the same time that you did. You took a deep breath and shifted ever so slightly to try and move in such a way that would not disturb Shayne but move the baby enough to keep them from using your insides as a punching bag.

“You know, little bean, your mama has taken such good care of you and she doesn’t even complain. You keep her up all night, and, man, for the first month or so you didn’t let her eat anything… but she never said anything bad about it. I’m sure she wanted to, ‘cause she certainly found things to say about me,” he laughed light-heartedly as his hand resumed its circular motion, “But whenever you’re ready, we are too. You are already so fucking loved… shit, sorry. I know I shouldn’t swear in front of you. I’ll work on it.”

You couldn’t hold back the chuckle that bubbled up inside of you at his words and you opened your eyes to look up at him. Shayne’s face appeared a little sheepish but he kept his hand on your stomach as he watched you through the dark. “How long have you been awake?” he asked softly.

“Long enough,” you answered.

You reached a hand out to lay over top of his and gave his fingers a squeeze as you smiled up at him. “I love you,” you whispered, suddenly feeling the tell-tale sting of tears in your eyes, “And I know that they’re gonna love you too. You are going to be such a great dad.”

Shayne leaned forward, ducking his head down to press a soft, lingering kiss against your lips. He pulled back slowly and used his free hand to push his hair back and hold it there as he hovered ever so slightly over you, his eyes all but sparkling back at you through the darkness of your bedroom.

“I love you too, mama,” he replied grinning.

You wanted to roll your eyes at him but decided to just lean in again to press your lips to his. Just as your lips met, and the familiar scratchy feeling of his light facial hair pressed against your skin, your eyes snapped open and you pulled away with a gasp. Shayne sat up and looked down at you with a bewildered expression, unsure as to why you were suddenly struggling to sit up with a hand pressing to your abdomen. 

Shayne eyed you carefully, “Y/N… what’s wrong?”

Before you could answer, there was a painful twinge in your stomach and you let out a soft groan as you felt a wetness begin to pool under where you were sat. “I think my water just broke,” you whispered, closing your eyes tightly at the pain. Shayne made a very strange, high pitched sound as the bed shifted and when you cracked open your eyes you spotted him rushing around to your side of the bed.

“Okay, c’mon… Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll go to the hospital,” he said, pulling back your blankets.

As he helped you to your feet, you gripped onto his arm as you attempted to steady yourself. He placed a protective hand over your stomach as he began to lead you to the bathroom and you could hear him let out a soft chuckle. “What in the fuck is so funny right now?” you snapped, cutting your eyes in his direction.

Shayne only smiled and shook his head, “I just told them we were ready… looks like they just needed a little motivation.”