Femcrewmember!reader x Damien Haas.

Summary: you get hired to the Smosh team as their new creative director. Despite you being younger than most other members, you are unbelievably competent and control every project with ease. Despite your best efforts, you seem to be falling for a cast member.

Warnings: none

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September 23. tuesday.

It takes a moment before you notice it, really. You arrive bright an early monday morning, two weeks into your employment.

You expect to be the first person to arrive, yet Damien is already there. In the kitchen where he´s pouring his coffee and tidying up a few minor messes that were left behind by someone else.

He hears the clicking of your heels on the cement floors and his head snaps up from the sticky countertops, his eyes meeting yours with a smile. “goodmorning” he tells you, and you try no to notice the slight gravel in his voice.

“goodmorning” you reply back, hesitating for a beat before talking again, “are you always here so early in the morning”

He pours the coffee into his mug, wiping it off after a drop spills down the side of the white porcelain, collecting at the bottom rim. “uh yeah usually actually, i like to be here before everyone else, enjoy the calm before the storm”

You hum, amused. The office in the morning is a stark difference to the afternoon, when everyone has arrived and there are multiple shoots going on, sketches being pitched.

You watch him move around the kitchen, putting away the bag of coffee beans, wiping off the water droplets on the machine. He grabs an orange, slicing it up and putting it in a blue ceramic bowl, grabs a paper towel and tucks it under the bowl. You dont realize how closely you´re watching him until he turns around to face you and you notice how you´re just planted against the opposite counter.

You shoot him an embarrassed smile and push off to head towards the fridge.

You can feel him hesitate behind you, clearly on the way to his desk but unsure of how quickly he wanted to leave the kitchen.

You dont say anything, leave him to make the decision himself without making him feel like he has to stay behind to be polite.

You hear the sound of the mug and bowl being placed back against the counter, and you smile to yourself. You grab the container of yogurt that you left in the fridge, taking a bowl out of the cabinet by your knee. You preferred to eat breakfast in the office, where you could relax and not have to watch the clock for when you had to leave.

“you eat your breakfast here?” he asks you. You turn your head briefly to look at him, the way he´s placed both hands on the countertop, leaning against them to watch you the same you watched him.

“yeah, that's partially why im here so early. I don´t really get hungry first thing in the morning, so it stresses me out if i have to try and eat before i leave” you tell him, unsure of why you´re suddenly sharing so much.

“i totally get that, i sometimes feel a little nauseous in the morning and then breakfast sounds like an absolute nightmare” he told you, “maybe i should start keeping some back up breakfast in the kitchen”

You held up your yogurt bowl, looking delicious with granola and fresh fruit, “i highly recommend it, it takes so much pressure off my mornings”

“whats your favorite yogurt flavor?” he asks you, and you smile at the question. “mango and passion fruit, definitely”

You ask him what his is, and he tells you its forest berries. You simply have to surrender and tell him that forest berries is the classic yogurt flavor.

You fill up your water bottle, and he´s still standing there, waiting for you. You follow him out of the kitchen, and he guides you towards the couches instead of your desks. You still have 30 minutes before everyone else will start to file in, so you allow it, sinking down into the plushness next to him.

“okay, top three toppings, go” you tell him, and his eyes light up at the challenge. “do i have to say granola or is that implied?” he asks. “totally implied”.

He thinks for a second, “okay, banana, seeds and cashew butter”

“oh cashew butter, fancy! is that good?” you ask him and he frowns dramatically at the idea that you´ve never had cashew butter. “omg its amazing, i cant believe you call yourself a yogurt enjoyer and you´ve never had cashew butter. That's a disgrace” he tsks at you, and you cant help but giggle.

“okay tell me yours”

You think for a moment, as he did.

“okay, frozen raspberries, chopped up almonds and honey” you tell him, and now its his turn to surrender to your preference. “that sounds divine”

“totally is”

“i love frozen fruit, sometimes i pour oatmilk over frozen blueberries” he tells you and you gasp.

“omg that's genius, i have to try that”

“you so do”

The conversation flows easily from thereon. You flitter between subjects, moving from subjects like your school experience and favorite holidays, to what mythical creature you would have as a pet if you could. You both agree that having a Kneazle would be pretty sick.

This leads you to the topic of actual household pets, and he tells you that he has two cats currently. Zelda and Freyja. Suddenly you´re shoulder to shoulder as he´s showing you pictures of the two pretty kitties. You can´t help but smile at how almost every picture of them is them curled around him. Splayed across his chest, or curled in the crook of his elbow.

You feel your heartstrings tug, and you push them way down where they need to stay.

“god i miss having pets, especially cats” you tell him, and he smiles at the reveal that you´re a cat person. You tell him how you grew up having multiple cats. But that since you moved out, you haven´t yet gotten a pet of your own. He asks you why that is, and you consider it for a second.

“i guess i´ve never had enough time at home to justify bringing an animal in. I have always worked my ass off, between 9 and 11 hours every day”

He gives you a quick pout at the confession of such an unhealthy habit, “maybe now's your time to shine then”

You feel your chest warm at the idea, he was actually right. You did still spend a lot of time working, but now you had started leaving at the same time as everyone else, and instead opting to bring your laptop home if you had extra work you wanted to get done.

You zone out a little, already considering the possibility of having a pet again.

You get pulled out of your daydream as people start arriving, yelling cheery goodmornings and raiding the kitchen for coffee and breakfast.

As the week passed on, it became sort of a routine. You would both show up about 40 minutes before the rest of the office. You´d make your breakfast - he started eating his in the office as well - and you´d sit together and eat, talking about everything and anything.

In the following week, you learned a lot about him. Like the fact that he was originally born in Germany but moved back to the US as a kid. He and Shayne had been friends for years and years, even living together at some point.

He told you that he´d been with Smosh since around 2017, and that he absolutely loved working there.

He was equally curious about you, and you found yourself telling him whatever he wanted to know. Completely trusting him despite only knowing him for about 3 weeks.

You told him about how you´d originally grown up in New York, being a kid of two artists you were allowed a very free and colorful childhood. Your teen years were spent roaming the streets with your friends late at night, learning how to skateboard while clutching the bumpers of midnight cabs.

You told him how you´d gone to NYU and studied Media, culture and communication. Once you had graduated you had gotten a job as a writer for a cultural magazine. You were overworked and underpaid, and spent practically all of your hours stuck in the boring, beige office.

You told him how you had moved to LA when you got offered a job working as a ghostwriter for a famous actor, for his upcoming novel. The job paid significantly better, and you got do something more creative with your job.

And then you finished the book, and you were out of a job once more, until a friend sent you the listing for an open position with Smosh.

The two of you were quite different. He had played an impressive amount of video games, had a love for Anime and had a long list of voice acting to his resume.

You loved thrillers and true crime, was a devoted Pilates princess and spent a lot of your free hours painting.

Yet the two of you never seemed to run out of conversational topics. He would share what he had recently watched, the projects he was working on outside of Smosh and he´d talk to you about his favorite things to cook.

You tried to explain the allure of reformer and all of the different positions and moves. You also showed him photos of the paintings that you had gotten exhibited at local art forums. You had recommended him your favorite true crime podcast, and it had surprised you when he came back the next day and had listened to 3 episodes already.

"you two have been getting awfully close lately huh?"

The sudden observation pulled you out of your zone. You were in Ian´s office, settled on the couch on the opposite side of his desk. The two of you were figuring out some filming permits for an upcoming project, shooting would be taking place in October and you needed a lot of public locations.

The two of you had been quiet the last 10 minutes, scrolling through email communications with various business and building owners.

The statement came out of nowhere, and despite the fact you already knew who he was talking about, you still asked him to clarify.

He didn´t look up from his computer, "I´m talking about you and Damien, i see you guys together every morning"

You stayed quiet, unsure of where he was going with this, as well as how he felt about it.

He finally looked up at you, over the lid of his laptop and you realized quickly that you weren´t in trouble.

You still asked him, "is that a problem?"

He shook his head slowly, "is there something more going on or are you guys just friends?"

"we´re just friends"

He looks at you for a beat, "let me know when that changes, okay?"

Your jaw drops, and then closes, unsure of what to say, completely flabbergasted by his unwavering confidence.

"what makes you so sure it will?" you settle for the investigative route.

He smiles gently, but doesn´t answer your question. Instead he opts for flipping his computer around and getting back to the task at hand. And you let him.

Shayne has had many first kisses in his life. Each one surprises him every time.

I had a burst of Shayne love and this was born!! 

WARNINGS- smut/drinking

You got ready for work that day. You put on a blue dress with white flowers and white sneakers. You spun feeling very pretty for the videos you would be filming today. 

Smosh had just started filming again after being bought out by GMM. You were ready to get back to a real work life and a real schedule. 

You had hung out with the squad and everyone else as much as you could but it would be nice to not be so stressed about where you all were going and what you would do next. 

As you pinned you hair up and curled the ends you remembered the last day you had at the Smosh office. Everyone was going crazy and having fun taking their anger out on the office. 

Shayne was sitting alone in a conference room drinking a beer and staring out of the window. 

“Hey Shayne,” you pushed open the glass doors and stepped into the room. It smelled like beer. 

“Hey,” he turned around and looked at you. “You want a beer?” He slid the six pack over to you and you took one out. 

“Do you have a bottle opener?” you slid out a chair and sat down, crossing your legs. Your bare feet dangled close to Shayne’s. 

“Yeah,” he grabbed the room temp bottle from your hand, your fingers brushed against his. 

He popped the top and handed it back to you and you brushed fingers again but this time it felt more deliberate. You put the bottle to your lips and you noticed him watching you. 

“You alright?” you put your hand on his thigh to bring his far away eyes back to you. 

“Yeah, just strange, yah know.” 

“I know,” you squeezed his thigh again and he grabbed your hand giving it a squeeze. 

Things with Shayne had always been more than everyone else. Best friends you called it but your connection would have flourished if it had not been for the rules of Smosh. But, now you guessed that didn’t matter anymore. 

“Shayne,” you squeezed his hand. 

“Can we just spend the day having a good time and worry about what comes next tomorrow?” he interrupted you. 

You needed no more clarification than that. 

“Well, shall we then?” You stood up, tugging him with you. 

“Yeah,” 

You led him out of the conference room. 

The rest of the day was spent drinking and destroying and talking. You all sat down and told stories. You would make eye contact with Shayne. The look in both of your eyes was one of love and lust and the promise of what you both knew would happen later. 

By the end of the night you had both drank the six pack plus a little more that had been scattered around the room. 

You found yourselves in the prop room, the lights out kissing each other. He held you in his arms and his stubble scratched your face leaving it red. You both waiting to leave so no one would see you coming out together. 

You walked out first wiping your mouth and adjusting your skirt the burn of his touch still lingered on your thighs as you walked toward the elevator and to your car. Shayne said he would follow and meet you at your place. 

You got in and clenched your thighs together the thought of his warm hands touching your body made you drive a little faster to get home. 

You pulled into your spot and ran up the metal stairs, the clang of each step caused a vibration up your legs and you ran up faster clenching your keys in your fist. You put the key in the lock and opened the door. 

You ran to your room and began picking up your dirty clothes and checking your makeup. The area around your mouth and nose was a little red by you thought it gave you a sexy look. Your skin glowed in the warm light of the lamp you had turned on in your room. Your hair had fallen a little when Shayne ran his hand through the strands tugging just lightly on the back. Not enough to hurt but enough for you to whimper for more. 

Just as you had taken your hair down and fluffed it up with your hands you heard him knock at the door. You checked your phone and saw that he had texted you a few moments before letting you know he had pulled into the driveway. 

“Ok, be cool, you can do this.” you gave yourself one last look in the mirror and walked to the hall to open the door. 

“Hey,” he stood under the light of your porch. 

“Hi,” he smiled and your face heated up. 

You were tingling at the sight of him, his hat on backwards and the light stubble of his face. You couldn’t wait to know what it felt like to have those arms wrapped around you. 

“Come in, do you want anything to drink?” you turned to lead him in. 

“No,” you felt him close behind you and he wrapped his hands around your waste. 

He leaned in brushing your hair from your should and kissed your neck. You inhaled at the warm touch. Your knees felt weak at his presence. He spun you around and kissed you as though he had never or would never kiss another person again. 

You reached up to his face and caressed his cheek you pulled his hat off and ran your fingers through his hair. He reached down and caressed your butt and squeezed, trailing his hands up the hem of your skirt and touching your bare skin. You inhaled at the need for his touch.

He pulled away and kissing your eyelids and resting his forehead against you. 

“Should we go to your room?” He kissed your lips waiting for you to answer. 

“Yes,” you were breathy and your voice shook. You trailed your hands down his arms grasping his hand. 

You pulled him to your bedroom where he immediately gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. 

You lie on the bed your legs slightly open and Shayne climbed onto you immediately kissing you and grasping your butt. He put his hand up your skirt and found the silk of your thong. You could feel how wet you were and he could to causing him to slip the fabric to the side and put his fingers inside of you, curling them as he went. 

You gasped and put your face to his neck. He took his fingers out and your sat up taking your shirt off, he pulled down your underwear leaving your in just your skirt. 

You stayed sitting and pulled at his belt bucking, fumbling to release the clasp. He pushed your hands away and got up from the bed. You sat up on your elbows and looked at him. His belt open and his watch on, his eyes were dark and you grew wetter just by the sight of his erection pressing into his khaki jeans. 

He pulled his pants down and moved closer to you, you pulled your skirt down the rest of the way so that you were naked on the bed for him. 

He came back and pressed his warm stomach to yours grasping your face to kiss you as he grabbed himself and pushed it inside. You moaned at the warmth and pressed your face to his neck. 

He thrusted a few more time before you pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. You placed your hands to his chest and rocked up and down, taking all of him inside of you. You liked watching him take in your body. He held your breasts and took your nipple into his mouth causing you to moan and sink deeper onto him. 

“Oh god, Shayne,” you grew warmer and clenched yourself tighter around him. 

He sat up and wrapped his arms around your body fucking you back. You came while pressing your mouth to his neck to quiet the moan that had escaped. 

“Oh fuck,” he came a few moments after you. 

You both sat there, him still inside of you catching your breath and trailing kisses down each other’s faces and arm. 

You finally got up and stumbled into the bathroom. 

You came back to Shayne wiping himself off with a towel you had left on the ground. 

He got back in bed, patting the spot next to him. You climbed in and he immediately took you in his arms and you put your head to his chest. Kissing his still exposed stomach. 

He reached down and ran his fingers through your hair. 

“I like you so much, y/n.” He kissed the top of your head. 

“I like you too,” you looked up into his eyes and you both smiled at each other. 

You stayed there for the rest of the night talking about everything from what you both thought about would happen for Smosh until you fell asleep. 

The next morning you woke up and both checked your phones. A group chat had been made and Ian texted saying to come over to his house. Smosh wasn’t over. 

You set your phones down looking at each other. 

He put his hand to your cheek and you kissed the palm of his hand. No words were spoken but you both understood you would wait to see what happened with Smosh before you did anything else. 

You both got out of bed and Shayne went to his house to shower and get ready for Ian’s. You walked him to the door in your robe and kissed each other goodbye. It was long and full of, this isn’t over and we will be together soon, just not now. 

You finished with your hair and filled your purse with the days essentials and grabbed your backpack with your laptop. You hadn’t spoken to Shayne yet but you knew you would need to. 

Femcrewmember!reader x Damien Haas.

Summary: you get hired to the Smosh team as their new creative director. Despite you being younger than most other members, you are unbelievably competent and control every project with ease. Despite your best efforts, you seem to be falling for a cast member.

Warnings: so much fluff, a little physical touch but nothing sexual...just yet;)

@fixation-station

Let me know if you guys wanna be tagged in upcoming chapters <3

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You´re suddenly so unbelievably aware of him, of how wide his shoulders are, about the span of his chest as he stretches his upper body out. He manages to hijack one of the popcorn bowls and a bag of salted caramel M&M's, your recent obsession. He noticed. 

The room is completely quiet as the first movie spools through, the only communication is when Damien silently offers you something. Popcorn, water, sour gummies. 

At some point his fingers find the blanket you´ve splayed over your legs, tugging it slightly to ask permission to share. You glance at him in the dark, the whites of his eyes glowing differently. You pull the edge of the blanket out from under you and hand it to him. 

You swallow as you feel him shift closer to you, using the blanket as his cover. Now your leg is brushing against his, your elbows knocking together as you stuff your faces. 

As the movie comes to an end, you realize that you haven't actually watched it, all too aware of how he felt against you. 

He gets up to go to the bathroom, and you join the discussion between Trevor and Angela on whether “a nightmare before christmas” is more a halloween or christmas movie. You don´t actually care about either answer, but it´s fun to see the way the two of them get each other riled up. 

“dude it's literally about how Jack would rather be a part of Christmas than Halloween, it is a Christmas movie” Angela argues, resting her elbows on her bean bag so she can use her hands to gesture wildly. 

“Okay but he's from Halloween and he is a literal skeleton so like, Halloween” Trevor argues back, almost giving Angela a moment to interrupt but he continues anyway, “plus it's a Tim Burton movie, all of his stuff is Halloween”

“First of all, that is quite literally not true. And second of all it's literally like the Grinch. He thinks he likes one thing until he discovers the magic of Christmas - would you call the Grinch a Halloween movie too?” 

“First of all, The Grinch discovered the magic of love and friendship, dumbass. Second of all, Halloween isn't mentioned a single time in the Grinch so that arguments holds like zero weight” 

“i can not believe you just called me a dumbass and tried to mansplain the Grinch to me-” 

“-i was NOT mansplaining!” 

“omg shut up the both of you” Chanse finally cut in, not even dragging his attention away from scrolling his phone. 

“thats so rude” 

“ you guys are left alone for like 5 minutes and i come back to a third world war” you finally hear Damien's voice behind you. 

He finds his seat again, this time nestling a little closer to you. He leans back against the cushions, resting both his arms on the back of the couch. His right arm coincidentally ends up behind your head. 

“omg Damien!" finally - okay listen to this, Trevor, thinks that nightmare before christmas is an actual Halloween movie”

Angela lays out the whole argument for Damien, and much to her dismay, he ends up siding with Trevor. You stifle your laugh, deciding to lean back and observe this time.  

"Why?" "How?" 

“well first of all, its a Tim Burton project-” 

"Thank you!" thats what i said” 

“oh shut up” 

Ian finally broke in, “alright kids settle down, settle down, we are now starting the second movie of the night okay? so shut your faces please” 

He flicks off the light, and once more you are enveloped in the comforting darkness of the warehouse. You sink further into the cushions, as does Damien. 

After about 15 minutes of the film flickering across the screen, he leans a little back, his back resting against your shoulder. 

“hey” he whispers to you. 

“hey back” 

“What's your favorite horror movie?” 

You smile at him, amused. You mull the question over for a moment, before landing on your final answer. “i know its totally cliche, but i think that The Conjuring are some of the best horror movies ever made” 

“that´s just because you're in love with Vera Farmiga” 

You chuckle quietly, before you return his question back to him. You can´t help but continue the conversation, shooting questions back and forth in hushed tones. 

The inquisitive conversation drifts into jokes about the movie. It's a good movie but it contains all of the cliche and classic tropes of any and all horror flicks. 

About halfway in you reach the “going into the basement alone” scene. Damien leans further into the couch, leaning his shoulder against yours. 

“Any moment now, something is going to pop out of those shadows, and she´s gonna try to run out and the door will slam right in her face” he whispers to you. 

You giggle quietly, even more so when he turns out to be right. 

“how much you wanna bet that the youngest sister will wake up in the middle of the night and realize she´s totally floating?” 

“oh undeniably so”

The two of you couldn´t help but giggle even more, when the prophecy ended up fulfilling itself. As the movie nears its end, you eye the bag of sour gummies on the table, you lean forward, reaching over Damien to grab it. 

You just barely catch the way his breath stutters as your waist hovers over his lap, and in a maniacal lapse of judgement, you stall the moment. You pretend that you´re not sure what you want from the table, just to see the way he adjusts in his seat, hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. 

You finally grab the bag of gummies, and slink slowly back into your seat. 

When the movie finally reaches its end with only one character mildly injured, you decide to get some air. 

You catch Angela on your way to the door, and she trails after you, out into the cool night breeze. 

“Are you sure you're comfy in those beanbags? that can't be good for your neck?” you ask her, and she beams at the concern in your voice. 

“yeah im totally good, i feel like a baby bird in its nest” 

You stretch your arms out for a moment, twisting your back and rolling your neck to get the stiffness out of your muscles. You pause when you notice the way she's looking at you, like there´s something she wants to say, but she's not quite sure it's the right time. 

"What?" 

She shakes her head in a faux nonchalant matter, glancing away from you. “its nothing important or anything, i've just noticed some stuff” 

"Yeah? like what?” 

She finally drags her eyes back to yours, “i dont wanna make things weird or like, assume i know whats going on when i dont actually” 

“okay now you're being cryptic and weird, just tell me what's on your mind” 

She sighs out a chuckle, “okay im totally being dramatic, its literally just girly conversation, but is there something more going on with you and Damien?” 

And there it is, the question of all questions. No one had actually asked you this before, not even yourself, and suddenly you were forced to actually think about the answer. 

“I'm not sure” you settle on, and she tilts her head. 

She remains quiet, allowing you to continue if you want to. “i feel like we've gotten closer and closer, and there's definitely some flirty undertones, but im honestly not sure” 

She observes you for a moment, “can i just, like tell you what i've observed so far?” 

“sure baby, lay it on me” 

She giggles, clasping her hands together like she´s a detective about to debrief her colleagues. “okay so i've known this man for like three years now, and while he's usually comfortable and open with others, this is different from how I've seen him before” 

Your stomach flips, and you let it. 

“how so” 

She makes a vague gesture with her hands as she tries to put her thoughts into words. “I mean it´s not like he's uncomfortable with physical touch but he certainly tolerates it more than he seeks it, but with you, he does seek it out” 

You squint at her but she continues, “no im serious! I always see him with his hand on your back or around your wrist or touching you somehow. And you guys have like a whole routine” 

"A routine?" 

“yes! a routine! you guys eat breakfast and lunch together, you make coffee for each other, you give each other snacks and those little gifts and you practically do everything together” she recites. 

Something about having all of your actions recited to you was startling, you hadn´t realized that everyone else would be able to observe you like this. That they would be able to take in your actions and your patterns, and then form a conclusion about it. 

“Am I freaking you out?” the anxiousness dripping from her voice made your eyes snap back to her immediately. You reach your hands out to grip her forearms, “no, no its okay, its not you its me, swear” you tell her. 

“It's not me, it's you?” 

“its not you, its me” 

You laugh with her, and it eases the weight on your chest. “i just haven't really thought about this, i mean not actively, it's just sort of lingered at the back of my mind” 

She opens her mouth to speak again, but rapidly closes it when Ian slams the door open, and gives the two of you a look that much resembled a concerned father. 

“we´re starting the third movie girls, come inside please” 

“okayyy” the two of you sing-song together, you shoot her a secret look as you pass through the door. 

She grazes your elbow gently, “lets have a coffee next week and talk about it” 

“yes please” 

“talk about what?” 

You startle right out of your skin, spinning around to face the very man of the hour. "Nothing! lets get back to our seats before the movie starts” 

You quickly grab his wrist and drag him back towards the couch, pulling him down with you into the corner of the couch. 

“What's the rush?” he laughs at you, and you feel his warmth seep into your skin. He grabs the blanket you were previously curled up under, spreading it over you once more, and sneaking under it himself. 

You shrug in what you hope is a nonchalant manner, “i just didn't wanna miss the start of the movie, it's the last one after all” 

He shoots you a suspicious look, but doesn't push it any further. Instead he leans back into the couch, and you fall backwards with him. Only this time, you didn´t move. 

Once again, you feel awfully aware of him. Your shoulder is overlapping his, you´re not cuddling exactly, but you´re sitting closer than what is appropriate for friends. 

When the light is suddenly turned off, and the movie starts, you feel his breathing. With every raise and fall of his chest, your body follows. It's barely intimate yet you feel your whole body reacting to his. It's a stark realization that you want him much closer. 

As the movie trails along, you feel your eyes grow heavy. You slide further down into the couch, settling your elbow on the back of the couch so you can rest your head in your hand. 

The entire week's worth of work suddenly seeps into your bones, weighing them down and allowing the sleepy chills to trickle across your arms and backs. You've been spending the vast majority of your hours at the office, rushing down the halls or slumped in front of your computer. 

You´re madly in love with your job, there is absolutely no doubt about that. Never in your life had you felt so comfortable in a workplace. You were working yourself to pieces of course, but you adored every single piece, favored them and savored them. 

Your favorite part was your coworkers of course, these people had become your close friends. You enjoyed their company endlessly. 

At some point, you fall asleep. You don't really notice it, at some point you stop paying attention to the screams of fear from the TV and slip into a peaceful slumber. 

A particularly loud scream echoes from the TV and you flinch awake. The TV light is way too bright, and you hide your eyes behind the palm of your hand. It's when you pull your hand up to your face, that you realize something is off. 

You feel the heavy weight around your hip, the warmth enveloping your upper body. You peek between your fingers, slowly removing your hand from your face. You immediately recognize the print of Damien's hoodie, mere inches from your face. 

Oh god. Ohgodohgodhogodohgodohgod 

There was no way you had done this. There was absolutely no way that you had fallen asleep on your colleagues chest, surrounded by all of your other colleagues. You scrunch your eyes shut, before opening them again. 

And then, you slowly peek around you. Your eyes fall between your friends and colleagues, and much to your surprise, no one is looking at you. 

You watch them for a few moments, and none of them as much as glance in your direction. You slowly allow yourself to relax, and you realize that also means sinking further into his side. 

You´re tucked under his arm, your head resting against the top of his chest. Your hand is resting beside your head, and you feel the pattern of his breathing under your palm. His arm is slung along your spine and curved around to rest on your hip. He hadn't just let his hand fall wherever it ended up, instead it was wrapped around your hipbone, fingers curved into the soft skin. 

Your breath stuttered in your throat, at how good it felt, how right it felt. You blush an unbelievable shade of red when you suddenly feel him squeeze you, obviously aware that you were awake, and trying to get your attention without alerting anyone else. 

You slowly sit up in your seat, not quite getting yourself out of his grasp and turn to face him. His eyes were impossibly deep in the dark shadows, he looked at you through his eyelashes, gently tracing your features with his stare. 

You make the first move to speak, “im sorry i feel asleep on you” 

He chuckles quietly, "that's okay, it was nice actually” 

You flush even further. You feel his breath fan across the hot skin, and you realize how close you´re actually sitting to him. 

You wanted to kiss him so bad. But you didn't. 

"I can't believe you didnt kiss him” 

You were getting a severe scolding from Angela. You, her and Chanse were out for brunch the following Sunday morning. Just two days after the movie night. You had elected to be completely honest with her about your feelings, and by extent that meant Chanse also got the rundown of your confusing situation.

“oh come on Angela we were all sitting around them like spectators, of course she didn't kiss him at our work” Chanse argued, and you squeezed his wrist in appreciation.  

“Okay fair, whatever” she leaned back in her seat and observed you for a moment, “will you ever kiss him though?” 

She asked you the question that you weren't quite ready to answer just yet. But it was one that you had considered greatly. 

The two of you were friends, that was the first obstacle that needed to be considered. Of course a genuine and healthy friendship was usually a great building block for a good relationship. 

Furthermore, you two worked together. You saw him every single day, you guided him through his work, you were his supervisor in some way. This was the first job you ever really loved, the first time you felt valued and respected for all of the things you did all day long. 

Were you willing to possibly sacrifice that for a relationship that might work?

You weren´t sure what you wanted anymore. 

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Femcrewmember!reader x Damien Haas.

Summary: you get hired to the Smosh team as their new creative director. Despite you being younger than most other members, you are unbelievably competent and control every project with ease. Despite your best efforts, you seem to be falling for a cast member.

Warnings: so much fluff, a little physical touch but nothing sexual...just yet;)

@fixation-station

Let me know if you guys wanna be tagged in upcoming chapters <3

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October 13th. Monday.

You don't think too much of it the first time it happens. You were halfway through the month of October. There hadn't been much of a temperature change in the last few weeks, but you still did your best to dress in classic fall outfits.

One morning, you had dressed in an outfit that was way too hot for L.A weather. You don't notice till you're making your way to your car and you feel your chest heat up under the close knit.

In your haste to get a new outfit on and get back out the door before you run late, you end up tossing your keys somewhere in the apartment and completely forgetting where. You end up ransacking the entire place before you finally find them under your couch.

You arrive at the office 5 minutes later than you were supposed to, swinging by Ian´s office to send a sincere apology before sneaking into your own. You momentarily mourn the morning coffee you could´ve had, dumping your bag on the chair next to your desk.

Your eyes flicker over your desk, before landing on the familiar pink marshmallow shaped cup. For a second you think that you might´ve left it behind when you were done working yesterday, until you press two fingers to the side and feel the hot sting.

Someone brought you coffee. Someone noticed you were going to be late for work, and got you a coffee.

Somewhere in the back of your head, you already knew it was him. But you didn't allow the thought to really make it to the front of your brain, just left it to simmer at the back of your subconscious.

You send a quick text to the office groupchat, thanking your secret coffee angel.

You enjoyed your coffee a little more that morning.

Three days later you´re running late again due to traffic, shooting Ian a text who in turn sent you a selfie from the road, also stuck in traffic.

When you finally make it to your desk fifteen minutes later, there is yet another hot coffee waiting for you at your desk.

This time, you sent him a direct text to thank him. You get a heart in return.

The next day you decide to repay the favor with a small gift, you get a jar of his favorite cashew butter and put it on his desk. Later that night he sends you a picture of it in one of the cabinets of his kitchen.

You respond by telling him that you look forward to him making his signature yogurt bowl for you.

The following Monday, you find a new gift on your desk. A small Calcifer figurine, placed neatly on your desk.

You feel your heart stutter in your chest, pushing a certain feeling towards the surface. You weren´t sure that you were ready to acknowledge it just yet. You let it linger just below the surface, making your cheeks and your chest blush a little. Then you pushed it all the way down, allowing it to settle back into the deep crevice of your heart and stay there.

You move through the rest of your day, an idea simmering at the back of your head. You sat with it for a little, you looked up various possible stores, finally settling on one that was perfectly nestled between work and your home.

Your heart beat a little faster as you got into your car and drove off. You hadn´t actually seen him all day, he had been doing some extra long shoots and you were writing all day long.

You trail the rows of the shop, trying to find what you were looking for.

You knew that he didn´t have a definitive favorite character, but you knew for a fact that he had a soft spot for Zombieman, a character from One-Punch Man.

You find it in a corner of the shop. You hesitate for a moment when you finally hold it in your hands.

Suddenly it felt like a much bigger step than when you had initially come up with the idea. At first it just seemed like a nice little gesture, but now it felt like a step in a different direction.

You hesitate for a moment, and then you take the step.

You place it on his desk first thing Monday, after your breakfast ritual and before he gets to his desk himself.

Two hours later you are sitting with Ian on the couches, pitching a few ideas back and forth for some upcoming holiday content. You are leaned over, elbows on your knees so you can look over at Ian´s laptop, when you suddenly feel a warm hand between your shoulder blades.

You turn your head, looking directly into Damien´s deep eyes and instinctively you lean back into him. He´s leaned over the back of the couch, arms resting on the cushion you´re leaning against.

You´re suddenly very close to him, catching the scent of his cologne.

"Did you leave something for me on my desk?" he asks you, tilting his head to the side.

You smile at him, "maybe"

He looks at you for a moment, eyes flickering between yours. "thank you" he tells you.

For the rest of the day, it feels like the blush never leaves your cheeks, nor the smile.

From that day it catches on, little gifts every day. A warm drink or a snack or a cute little keepsake. You see him more and more every day.

You stick to your breakfast ritual most mornings, then you sneak by each other's desks to leave something almost every day.

October 24th. Friday.

The following Friday you walk into work feeling amazing. The temperature was extra low today which allowed you to wear your cutest autumn outfit.

Your favorite part were your boots, chestnut brown and knee-high, the high heels clicking against the floors in a satisfying rhythm.

Your autumn mood only intensified the instant you entered the office. The art department was spread across the building, decorating the entire place in pumpkins, skeletons, spiders and virtually every other symbol for Halloween and autumn.

Every new room you walk into was meticulously dressed up in warm colors and cardboard cutouts of witches and ghosts.

"oh my gosh you guys this looks amazing" you compliment them, tracing a finger over a tall skeleton statue.

"You´re coming tonight, aren't you?" Shayne asks behind you. You turn to face him, scrunching your eyebrows at him, "tonight?"

He raises his eyebrows at you, "the halloween movie night, its tonight"

He watched in amusement as it finally dawns on you, "oh fuck that is tonight"

"What, do you have something else planned?" he asks you.

"well yeah kind of" you tell him, and he pouts jokingly, "I'll have to move it around though, I don't wanna miss this"

"you better, otherwise you'd disappoint quite a lot of people"

You accidentally let out a loud laugh at his dramatics, covering your mouth in embarrassment. Trevor walks by just then, clearly on the phone with someone but shooting you an amused smile.

You smile back and give him a little wave, before turning back to Shayne. "I'll cancel my plans, okay?"

"okaaaaay" he drags out the word, shooting you a knowing look before he moves on to tag along with Spencer.

You stand there for a moment, resting your hip against the table behind you. Something in you felt full of anticipation all of the sudden, as if whatever you chose would determine something bigger than just your night.

You quickly move on, from the table and from your thoughts.

You had agreed to participate in the movie night when you first started working here, yet a few days ago your best friend had tried to set up a date for you. You had accepted, reluctantly.

A part of you was relieved to get out of it. Another part of you wondered, worried. 

Later that day, you find Damien for your usual lunch date, finding him seated at one of the tables that were tucked under a tree outside. It was a little too chilly to sit outside, but it was refreshing to have him to yourself. Even if it is only for 45 minutes a day. 

He doesn't see you at first, not until your heel cracks a particularly dry branch. His head snaps up, and he almost smiles before he seems to disappear for a moment. 

You don't notice at first, lost in your own sudden nerves. The sudden nerves you always get, when you spend time with him by yourself. 

You´re putting your food down on the table when you notice his gaze lingering on your legs. They shift between the calves of your boots, and to the space between the bottom of your skirt and the top of your boots. The skin was covered with a sheer layer of pantyhose, yet you saw the way his eyes softened at the sight. 

You revel it in for a moment, and pretend you don't notice. 

“You´re coming tonight, aren't you?”

He snaps his eyes up to meet yours, “what?” 

You tilt your head at him, the same way Shayne had done to you. “Halloween movie night?

He shakes his head, as if clearing it of thoughts, “oh right, right” 

You sit down, letting your eyes rest on him. When he doesn´t give you a response, you tilt your head at him, an amused smile playing on your lips. 

"So are you?” 

"Huh?" 

“coming tonight?” 

"Oh yes, yes!" im sorry, im just- im tired and my head has been a little all over the place lately” 

“are you okay?” you ask him, your stare flickering across his face, eyebrows pulled together in a light frown. 

He looks at you for a moment, eyes shifting between yours. He finally nods, slowly and as if he's still considering his answer as he hands it over. “im okay, dont worry about it” 

You manage to find some time to sneak home before the movie night starts. You were informed of the strict dress code of pajamas or any comfortable clothing, as well as the demand to contribute to movie night snacks and drinks.

You dig out your favorite pair of pajama bottoms, an oversized cream colored pair with Snoopy on them. You pull a matching cream colored long sleeve Henley over your head and hide it beneath a Navy blue hoodie with a large Halloween Snoopy figure on the back of it.

You feel the excitement settle in your gut, snuggled beneath the layers of soft fabric. You decide to pair everything with a pair-off knock-off UGGS.

You swing by the nearest Trader Joes on your way to the office, seeking out every single autumn themed snack you could get your fingers in. You find a case of some fancy organic lemonade, you mostly buy it because it's pink. 

Olivia's eyes light up as you walk in with your arms full of goodies, “oh my gosh you´re the best, i cant believe you got pink lemonade, i've totally been craving it all week” 

You lean in to kiss her cheek, the same you've greeted her every day since you started working. Something special just the two of you did. 

“How was your week, pretty girl?” you ask her, handing her one of the cold bottles,” how was that show you did? Did the big fight scene turn out the way you wanted?”

She takes a big swig, nodding at you excitedly. “oh it totally did, i talked to Jack, my costar, like you suggested and he totally helped me figure out that last move” 

"That's great! How was the turnout? lots of people?” before she can answer your question, you add” by the way im so sorry i couldn't make it but i just could not get out of that meeting” 

She reaches her hand out to boop the tip of your nose, “dont fuss about it, i have a full recording of it for you” 

You´re leaning over her phone, watching the first few minutes of the recording when you suddenly feel a warm hand splay across the small of your back. 

You feel the jolt of electricity trace up along your spine, and you instantly know who it is. You lean back into his touch and you startle slightly when you feel your shoulder graze his chest. You turn slightly in his hold until his fingers rest lightly against your side, “hi” you smile at him. 

“Hey you two, what are we watching?” 

His question instantly launches Olivia into a long story about her show and the conflict with the fight scene and suddenly she´s holding her phone in front of her forehead to show him a specific part. 

You end up drifting away from him, getting caught up in a conversation with Courtney and Arasha. 

At some point you end up in a corner of the couch, Arasha nestled into your side. You were showing her an adorable bed setting from Urban Outfitters. 

“alright you guys please find your seats okay? im gonna put the first movie on in like five minutes” Ian announced. 

Arasha slipped from your hold, finding her place next to her boyfriend, who had received an honorary invite on the odd instance that he didn't have other plans. 

You sneak a picture of the two of them, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees. You feel the couch dip next to you, and you turn your head slightly to see Damien leaning over your shoulder to look at the picture you just took. 

“cute” he looks at you, “mind if i steal this spot?”

You shake your head, “nuh uh, make yourself at home” 

You´re neatly tucked into the corner of the couch, Damien sitting next to you on the last seat before the couch ends. Trevor is on your other side, laying on his side to rest his head in Amanda's lap. Everyone else is either resting on some of the other couches that were dragged in here from other parts of the office. 

They had also collected tons of beanbags to create a big nest in front of the tv. 

As Damien discusses back and forth with Ian, on what platform the first movie might be, you sneak a chance to look at him properly for the first time.

He´s wearing a classic pair of plaid pyjama bottoms, in a dark blue with grey and white checkered patterns. He´s paired it with a black hoodie, a white tee peeking from the neckline. 

He´s wearing his glasses, and his hair is perfectly soft and swooped in that prince-like way he's been wearing it the last few weeks. You can sense his cologne, deep and a little sweet. 

You pull your eyes away, worried that anyone might catch onto the way your gaze lingered on his hands as he spoke. You tug your boots off and pull your legs up under yourself, dragging a blanket off the back of the couch and splaying it over your lap. 

The guys finally found the movie, pulling it up on the screen and pausing it to turn all of the lights off. Damien leans back into the couch, and your body automatically gets tugged further towards him. 

He chuckles quietly, “sorry”

Femcrewmember!reader x Damien Haas.

Summary: you get hired to the Smosh team as their new creative director. Despite you being younger than most other members, you are unbelievably competent and control every project with ease. Despite your best efforts, you seem to be falling for a cast member.

Warnings: mentions of nerves, mentions of alcohol

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September 12. wednesday.

"and of course, a toast to our newest member" Ian raised his glass towards you, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Your cheekbones flushed pink at the chorus of voices that joined in an inchorent mumble. Their glasses met in a clatter of clinks and you laughed at the clumsy mess.

Ian and Anthony had picked the perfect place to celebrate the end of another succesful week of endless shoots and long hours spent writing. The night was made extra special as it marked the first 5 days of your employment as the crews newest creative director.

The week had launched on Monday with an endless supply of nerves and a heavy reliance on coffee to get you through the later hours of writing and planning upcoming shoots.

There was a lot for your to learn, the technical and legal aspects of every single project that resided with every single channel. Along with that, these people were used to a certain routine on set and you wanted to let them keep that comfort.

It was a big title for someone so young, you weren´t a child of course, but you had never quite held this much responsibility. You quickly understood the need for your role however. This company lived off of its cast having fun and being funny.

That called for at least one person to be the adult.

It was caos, but it was caos that you quickly started to love.

And you had done an amazing job. You likely weren´t aware of how well you had done, but you were by far the most competent creative director they had ever hired. You easily controlled any room you stepped in, wordlessly demanding authority. And you had a natural understanding of the way everything was supposed to go.

But most importantly, the cast and crew adored you. Your humor easily matched that of the company, you were sweet as sugar and unbeliavebly charming.

So here you were, celebrating a succesful week. They celebrated getting to keep their old habits and routines in peace and a new friend, and you celebrated getting through a first work week without you massively fucking up.

Getting to wrap the week up with a night out was an absolute treat, and much needed.

You had already downed a few glasses of wine and you felt the comforting warmth settling under your skin and blushing up your face.

Angela was leaned across the table and into you, retelling a story of her worst first date ever. She was giggling through the words and moving her hands wildly enough to almost knock over Shaynes soda bottle several times.

"and as im going to the bathroom, this man stands up as well and looks like he´s going to follow me??" she snorts, "and so im like, what are you doing? and he says ´i thought you said we were gonna go to the bathroom´"

You chuckle to yourself, already losing track of where the story is going and leaning back in your seat. Amanda is spurring Angela on, constantly asking questions and getting a laugh out of seeing her friend get progressively more agitated.

You feel a soft hand wrap around your wrist and your eyes snap up to meet Courtneys hazel ones from the opposite end of the table. They jerk their head towards the door and slips out of their seat next to Shayne.

You follow suit, eyes trained on the back of her head as she leads you out of the bar. The wooden door smacks behind you and the cool night air spreads across your skin. You breathe in deeply, the fresh breeze mixing with the lingering cigarette smoke twirling past you.

You leaned up against the rough brick wall, resting your shoulders and your back. Your body was sore from the long hours spent running around set and then cramped at your desk afterwards.

Courtney looked at you with a secret smile, the two of you had become fast friends. They were very outgoing and had quickly sought you out for a friendship. It was nice, reminded you of being a kid where making friends was as easy as going up to someone and asking.

"so" she smiled, "tell me, how was your first week? are you gonna hand in your resignation on Monday?"

You chuckled, "oh yeah, this is the last time you´ll ever see me"

Courtney smiled wolfishly, yet still tilted their head, silently asking for your serious answer.

You smiled gently, you felt the exhaustion seep through your skin and settle across your bones. You had fallen completely in love with working at the office. Every single employee had snuck into your heart and stolen it.

You had never had so much fun working before, it was addicting and you could already tell that you would do anything to stay.

Courtney practically glowed as you told her how you felt, clearly feeling proud of her place of work. As they should.

The two of you were talking about an idea that Courtney would love to pitch to the team for the games channel, shyly asking you if you would help them set everything up for it. You were enthusiastically agreeing, the idea was essentially to play several rounds of the same boardgame, but each player is missing one of their senses and for each round they rotate who loses what.

You heard the door to the bar swing open behind you and Shayne's voice cutting through the conversation. "are you telling her about your new idea bub?" he asked and Courtney visibly beamed at the attention.

You smiled at the two before your eyes caught the figure moving from behind Shayne. The tiredness suddenly left you entirely, being replaced with the subtle electricity that had bussed through your body all week.

Damien Haas.

As much as you adored the other cast and crew members, one member had caught your attention more than the others.

He was enamoring, and once your brain had registered this, she was refusing to let go again.

The two of you had enjoyed brief conversation over the course of the last 5 days. Other than that, most of your interactions had been instructions from you and the occasional question from him.

He slipped around Shayne and Courtney´s display of a healthy marriage to stand next to you instead. The night was far from cold yet you still found yourself letting out a shiver.

"you enjoying yourself?"

You smiled back at him, nodding your head. "yeah i am, i mean you guys are fun to work with so i would´ve been concerned if a night out was a snooze"

He snorted at your joke, "no that would´ve been unbelievably sad, but Angela manages to entertain the bar all by herself, its impressive". He jerked his head towards the bar window and you snuck a peek.

Angela was now animatedly telling some sort of story to the bartender, likely the first date one judging by the exasperated expression on Chanse and Amanda´s faces.

You giggled, "i´ve never met anyone as expressive as she is"

"no that one is definitely one of a kind"

You turned back around to face him. The warm lights from inside the bar illuminated his face in a way that looked straight out of a movie.

"so, have we made a good impression on you? or are you just stalling us before you make a run for it" he tilted his head at you the same way Courtney had.

"yeah you should watch your knees, i might take one out to give myself a head start". He laughed loudly and your stomach flipped.

He asked you where you had worked previously, and you informed him you had worked for a local news station as a writer. He expressed his surprise at the big difference.

"well getting a job in the field you studied in is hard enough for anyone, but being a young woman in this field is a whole other level of challenge"

You asked him about what he got up to outside of his work with Smosh, and his face lit up. He showed you his private Youtube channel where he uploaded all of his streams.

You informed him that you had always wanted to get into video games, but never seemed to know where to start.

His eyes gleamed as he told you he would love to help you get started, and your stomach swooped once more.

You were definitely in trouble.

AN: omg okay this is the first chapter of this fic and i really hope you guys like it. This first chapter is a little short but they will get longer as I continue it. I’m not sure how many chapters I will do just yet but this will be a series.