Dude i just wanted to say that I have only read two of your imagines. But I love them already! You are great at domestic stuff! So Yeah, you’re writing is good, keep it up. :)
I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, mostly because my laptop is a piece of crap so my writing it at a standstill. The last thing I want to do it start drama but I’m just gonna say what’s on my mind.
I am flattered that someone would draw inspiration from some of my work. I’ve been writing in various fandoms for years and it’s always a huge compliment. However, if that inspiration takes form in a fic that is the same premise down to little details that is no longer simply inspiration. Writing is something I do wholly for myself and it is often a very personal experience. So to see that is a little upsetting for me.
The inspiration itself is no problem. Hell. I’d be willing to talk through ideas with someone if they’d like. But it’s a little disconcerting to be bombarded in my inbox with links to fics that are eerily similar to a work I was proud of creating on my own.
Word Count: 2381
Summary: SmoshCast and chill.
Request: ‘ shayne topp x reader where the couple is on the smoshcast answering questions about their relationship since they are very private about it and give relationship advice ‘
In your tiny shared apartment, for just a moment, the only sound you could hear was the running water from the sink faucet. You sat perched on the counter beside the sink holding a plate in your hands while Shayne had his back turned to set the bowl he just finished rinsing into the dishwasher. When he was stood upright again you handed over the plate while he watched you with careful eyes.
“You can say no.” he said as he rinsed the remnants of dinner from the plate. “I mean, I was unsure that’s why I told Ian we’d have to have a talk about it.”
You hummed softly and reached to the side to grab another plate. “It’s not that I don’t want to do it. I mean, I’ve been on the SmoshCast before. It’s just… I don’t know. How are we qualified to give advice?”
Shayne chuckled lowly as he turned to put the first plate away before coming back to take the other from you. “Is that it, or are you nervous that the main topic is going to be us?” he asked, casting you a suspicious eye.
Unable to think of a witty response, you stuck your hand out under the water and flicked your fingers at Shayne, grinning as droplets landed on his cheeks and nose. Shayne laughed and rolled his eyes as he turned off the water and started the dishwasher. He walked over to you and stood between your legs, placing his hands on your knees.
“I know that it’ll be different since we don’t really talk about us or our relationship in the public eye but, I don’t know, I think it’ll be fun.”
You looked back at him and stared into his eyes for a moment before you watched the gentle smile spread across his lips. You took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “Yeah, okay.” you conceded as you leaned in to press a kiss against his lips.
Shayne hummed and kissed you back. “Awesome… cool. I’ll text Ian.”
-
Sitting at the SmoshCast table wasn’t a new occurrence for you. Sure, you didn’t work for Smosh, but you had your own following online and were around the office quite a bit so more than once Ian had asked you to be a guest. During your first appearance, it had been made obvious that you and Shayne were a couple. Even though you both had more than once mentioned each other on your own social media, from twitter to instagram, it still shocked some fans.
You preferred to keep certain facets of your life private - or as private as you could.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want people to know you were dating Shayne. You love Shayne. It was more so the fact that you didn’t want unsolicited opinions on your relationship. So, it was slightly unnerving to be sitting there with Shayne ready to take questions and give advice on relationships.
Ian introed the show and introduced both you and Shayne, and you could feel your heart pick up pace inside your chest. As if sensing it, Shayne reached out to grab your knee, his thumb brushing gently against the side while he gave a comforting squeeze. You dropped the hand closest to Shayne to rest on top of his.
“I have to say, if you hadn’t told me, I probably wouldn’t have realized the two of you were together.” Ian said with a slight laugh.
Shayne chuckled and shook his head from side to side. “A lot of people say that.”
“Is it because I threaten to shank you a lot?” you asked with a grin. “Or that your name in my phone is still Douche McGee?”
Ian let out an unexpected laugh and you turned to face him with a pleased smile on your face. You could feel your heart settling down into its normal rhythm. Shayne’s hand let go of its grip on your knee but he turned it over in order to grab hold of your own and lace your fingers together.
Ian shook his head as he looked at his computer. “Idiots. Okay… our first question here is a simple one. Someone on Twitter wants to know how you guys met and how you got together.”
“We met through mutual friends almost three years ago.” Shayne said as he looked at you with slightly squinted eyes, like he was trying to remember exactly.
You hummed softly and nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. “We have some mutual friends who were having a beach… thing. I didn’t really want to go but I got dragged along and in protest I sat under an umbrella reading. I was there a whole like… ten minutes when Shayne showed up, sat next to me and started talking about the book I was reading.”
“I didn’t want to be there either.” Shayne leaned back in his chair and let out a short laugh. “But I saw Y/N with a copy of one of the Game of Thrones books and decided I needed to talk to that girl. We talked for a long time, exchanged numbers, and parted ways.”
Ian looked at the two of your through slightly narrowed eyes but you only smiled at him as you felt Shayne give your hand another squeeze under the table. “But you guys didn’t get together right away, right?”
You laughed loudly and shook your head, lifting your free hand to cover your mouth for a brief moment while you collected yourself. “God, no.” you said through giggles.
“We’re both way too awkward for that.” Shayne said, joining in your laughter.
It took a few deep breaths but you managed to bring yourself back. “We’d hang out a lot when we had free time. It was nice. I remember when I first realized I had, like actual, feelings for Shayne. It was, like, a slap in the face of ‘why aren’t you doing anything about this?’. So the next time we hung out I asked him if he wanted to go on a date with me.”
Ian made an interested noise and you shrugged your shoulders slightly. “How’d you like that, Shayne?”
Shayne smiled broadly as he cut his eyes in your direction and you could feel your heart stutter in your chest as he looked back at you. “Oh, it was great. I loved that Y/N was, like, confident enough to go ahead and do that. And, obviously, I said yes.”
“How long did it take for you guys to be like official. Boyfriend-girlfriend official?”
You hummed thoughtfully and looked at Shayne as you tried to think. “We went on dates and stuff for like… two months? Two and a half months? And then one night we were hanging out at the pool at Shayne’s apartment and he asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.”
“I was so nervous and so uncool.” Shayne laughed softly into the microphone.
You squeezed his hand and made a soft cooing sound. “You’re always nervous and uncool, babe.”
Both Ian and Shayne laughed loudly and you only grinned back at Shayne as he watched you, his eyes bright and shiny. Ian collected himself and cleared his throat as he looked back on the screen of his laptop. “Someone on Instagram said: I’ve recently moved in with my girlfriend and suddenly we’re fighting a lot more and things just feel harder. How do you deal with that kind of transition?”
“Well, we moved in together about a year and a half ago.” you said, crossing your legs under the table and trying to get more comfortable. “And we definitely had some growing pains for the first few weeks.”
Shayne nodded. “It’s hard. To go from being on your own and seeing this person for a few hours at a time to suddenly having them everywhere all the time. It took us a while to reach a point where we realized we couldn’t, and really didn’t want to spend every second of every day together.”
“It’s all about boundaries. There are days that Shayne will come home from work and I’ll be in the bedroom and he won’t come see me right away and I know it’s because he needs time on his own to decompress. And conversely, when I am really in my head and know I need my own time I will find somewhere away from Shayne to just… be. Like, it’s great that we live together and I love that we do but we are still our own people with our own interests and needs so we really had to find the balance of together time and personal time.”
Ian nodded. “Because otherwise you’d kill each other.”
“Exactly.” Both you and Shayne said, sharing a laugh.
The three of you powered through a few more questions, sharing anecdotes of your relationship and giving out whatever advice that the two of you found to work for you. For the majority of the podcast, you kept your hand clasped together with Shayne’s under the table. It was comforting to feel his warm hand cradling your own and giving you firm, reassuring squeezes as you spoke.
Ian seemed to be scrolling for something on the laptop but stopped and nodded. “How did you know you loved each other? How did you tell the other person?”
Immediately, you knew your answer and couldn’t help the stupid grin that spread over your face. “You should watch the video of this podcast just to see the look on Y/N’s face.” Ian teased softly. You laughed and rolled your eyes at him before straightening up in your chair. “Shut up.” you chuckled, shaking your head from side to side.
“For me… we had been official for a little while and I got very sick. Like, I was in the emergency room for six hours running tests sick. Shayne had been filming all day for The Goldbergs and when I finally got released, after being told I had pneumonia and was put on a crap ton of antibiotics, I went home and just passed out.” you started to explain.
You caught Shayne’s eye and could see the soft smile tugging at his lips.
“I woke up to knocking at my door and when I finally shuffled out there, Shayne was there with flowers, and soup, and tea. He even brought over this super fuzzy blanket and he just wrapped me up and made me take my medicine and just… took care of me. I’d never had someone do that before, and he had been at work all day, so to just come over and do all of that blew my mind. Like, I remember curling up on the couch watching something on netflix and looking over to see him in the kitchen making me soup and just thinking… yeah, I really love him.”
It was quiet for a moment between the three of you and you glanced over at Shayne to see him watching you with warm, loving eyes. You grinned and lifted your joined hands to press a kiss to the back of his which just made him laugh softly and roll his eyes at you.
“I think, for me, it was probably around the same time. We were at Y/N’s apartment and she was playing Valkyria Chronicles, which is one of my favorite games. She got to this very emotional part in the story and I remember watching her trying to, like, subtling hide the fact that she was tearing up and I just put my arm around her and pulled her close and I kissed the top of her head and…”
You chuckled lowly, “And you said it.”
“I did. I said it without thinking,” Shayne nodded. “And Y/N just stared at me with these wide, teary eyes and I felt like I was going to shit my pants.”
Ian laughed. “So romantic.”
“After I composed myself, I told him I loved him too, obviously.” you clarified, giving Shayne’s hand a squeeze.
Ian pushed onwards and the three of you talked through quite a few more questions. You looked at your watch to check how much more time was left just as Ian sat up and cleared his throat.
“Okay, last question.” Ian said, taking a long sip from his water bottle. “From Twitter: I am seeing a guy who is very adamant about who I spend time with and wants to look at my messages all the time. Is he just jealous? How do I deal with it?”
At the same time, you and Shayne both leaned into your microphones. “Dump him.”
“Look. I dated a guy who was so sure I was cheating on him and demanded to see my phone messages to prove it. After a lot of cyclical arguing, I unlocked my phone and showed him there was nothing there. And then I broke up with him on the spot. If someone cannot trust me, then how am I supposed to trust them?”
Shayne nodded and adjusted the hat on his head. “On top of that, like, someone telling you who you can and cannot hang out with his just not the kind of person you need to be in a relationship with. At all.”
Ian took it upon himself to wrap up the show as both you and Shayne waved at the camera. Once all of the equipment was shut off, you removed your headphones and relaxed back in your chair. “How was that?” Ian asked with a slight laugh as he got to his feet.
“Not as bad as I thought.” you said, checking your watch again. “Damn, I have to go though.”
Shayne stood up just as you did and you grinned at him before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ve got some errands to run but I’ll be home around the same time you are. Do you want me to make something for dinner?” you asked as you gathered up your stuff.
Shayne shook his head and kissed you again. “Don’t worry about it, babe, I’ll pick something up on my way home. See you then.”
You nodded your head and smiled brightly. “I love you.”
How Wonderful Life is (With you in the World): Damien Haas
Word Count: 1153
Summary: Damien is the best baby daddy.
When you first arrived home from the gym it had seemed like the best idea you’d ever had. Your knees and back ached more than usual and the thought of relaxing in a warm bath was the most alluring thing you could imagine. After all, Damien was finishing up his stream so you could use some alone time. You quickly got to work to set up some soft, calming music as well as turning on the water - taking extra care to make sure it wasn’t too hot - before putting in your favorite salts and oils.
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.”
Damien nodded his head and smiled to himself. “Of course, three.”
Word Count: 1188
Summary: Sneaking away during the Apocalypse
Warnings: A blowjob in the desert (Not nearly as bad as a troll in the dungeon.)
“You do know that there is a medic across the way who is much more equipped to deal with these kinds of things, right?”
Shayne could only really huff softly and roll his eyes at your question as the two of you came upon the van that the majority of everyone had ridden over from the hotel in. “I don’t need a medic. I need ice and maybe some kisses from my lovely girlfriend to ease the pain,” he laughed, waggling his eyebrows at you. You gave him a very pointed look that quickly melted to make way for a warm smile that quickly spread over your lips.
You gently tossed the ice pack you had grabbed from the actual medic from hand to hand as you watched Shayne open the back door to the van. “Is my bag still in here?” he asked, climbing in just enough to peer around the seats.
“Worry about the bag later, let me see your wounds.” You laughed.
Shayne nodded his head, turned around, and in a flash he had his shirt off, which he dropped to the desert ground. You really couldn’t help your sharp intake of air at the sight of his chest and upper arms. “Poor thing,” you cooed, walking over to inspect the welts closer. Very carefully, you raised the ice pack and pressed it against a particularly bad looking mark on Shayne’s chest near his collarbone; at the contact, Shayne shivered and you watched as his muscles flexed and small goose pimples appeared on his skin.
Slowly, you lifted your eyes up to Shayne’s face and you could feel your heart and your stomach do some strange maneuvers at the way he was looking back at you. That was nothing new, not really. Shayne had the uncanny ability to go from having a completely normal conversation to looking like he wanted to rip your clothes off. You didn’t always mind it.
“Babe,” you breathed as you languidly moved the ice to a different spot.
Shayne merely made a sort of interested noise in response as he took a step closer so that you could just nearly feel him against you. It was strange that despite being together for over a year and having known each other for longer the way his eyes shifted from sky blue to a stormy ocean in moments like this made your knees slightly weak.
It didn’t help that all you could think about was how Damien had interrupted the two of you the previous night before you could do much of anything.
Without much thought, you dropped the ice pack to the ground and rolled up onto your toes to press a firm, heated kiss against his lips.
“Let me blow you,” you panted against Shayne’s lips, your hands gingerly trailing down his chest, “Please, Shayne, I need to.”
Shayne moaned lowly and pulled away from the kiss to look back down at you with wide, lust blown eyes. You watched the way that his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and you really couldn’t help but grin just a little bit. Shayne took in a deep breath and nodded as his hands found and squeezed tightly at your hips, “Right here or…?”
You shook your head in a dismissive manner and placed your hands on Shayne’s shoulders in order to turn and push him down to sit on the floor of the van with his feet planted on the hot ground outside, the force behind it obviously startling Shayne judging by the look in his eyes, but you didn’t care; you had this deep desire growing inside of you and you needed it.
You needed to do this, needed to have this; being essentially in the open while everyone else was taking lunch be damned.
You quickly settled on your knees between Shayne’s legs. The ground hot and slightly painful on your bare skin but it was easy to ignore. You hummed softly and laid your hands on Shayne’s knees before pushing them slowly up his thighs; your fingers made quick work of the button and zip of Shayne’s shorts. You grinned and leaned in as you pushed the sides of the closure open and lowers your head to mouth wetly at the hard line of his cock through his underwear.
Shayne let out a slow breath and allowed the fingers of his right hand to slide into your hair in order to rest against the back of your head. “C’mon, baby girl,” he encouraged, lifting his hips a little to get more friction. You lifted your head and blinked back up at Shayne with wide eyes.
“Hold still,” you reprimanded with a grin.
Your fingers tucked into the waist of Shayne’s pants and boxers and tugged on them to get them down, Shayne lifted his hips to help, and you slowly licked your lips as Shayne’s cock slapped against his stomach; you grinned to yourself before you leaned in and licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. You wrapped a hand around the base of Shayne’s cock and circled your lips around the head; your tongue swirling lazily around the tip.
You moaned lowly in the back of your throat as the taste of Shayne’s pre-come hit your tongue. Your lips tighten around his cock as you slowly started to bob your head up and down, taking more in with each down stroke. You hummed around Shayne and let your tongue trace patterns along the underside of his dick, making Shayne tighten his hand in your hair as he started to breathe harshly.
“Oh, god. Oh fuck. You’re so – ahh – fucking good, Y/N,” Shayne babbled as he started to help guide your head.
You allowed Shayne to lead you, to show you what it was that he wanted or needed in that moment. You kept your lips tight and allowed your tongue a few teasing passes just to hear the gasps that would escape from Shayne’s mouth. While Shayne eagerly assisted your head, your hand began to quickly jerk him from the base of his cock in a quick and steady twisting motion that you knew from experience made him weak in the knees – sometimes literally.
Shayne flopped back to lean against of the first row of seats and the hand in your hair tightened more as he pulled on it. “Fuck, Y/N… I’m gonna… fuck,” he managed to gasp and moan, his hips canting up slightly.
If you were physically able to, you would have smirked. You knew just how to tear this man down. A moment later, or so it felt, you heard Shayne let out a long moan and felt his hot cum hit the back of your tongue. You moaned around his length and slowed down enough to be able to swallow all that he could give you before you pulled off of him with a wet popping sound.
“Well, fuck,” Shayne laughed, pushing a hand through his hair.
You laughed and playfully patted his knee before standing, “Maybe later, babe. I’ve gotta run back to set.”
I really hate to do this. Unfortunately, I have had a slew of mental and physical illness related issues pop up in the last few weeks which has lead to a lot of unexpected (and uninsured) doctor visits. I am struggling to make ends meet so after a lot of deliberation I’ve decided to open up flash commissions.
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You Made Life a Song (You Made Me a Singer): Damien Haas
Word Count: 1730
Summary: A new life and a new family.
The entire day had been pretty much a blur from the moment that you woke up; but one could really expect that since it was your wedding day. The entire morning was spent laughing and getting ready with your friends and five (and three quarters) year old daughter, Sutton, just enjoying the time and trying to distract yourself from the nerves that were building in your belly every time that you caught a glimpse of the time as it was ticking closer to the ceremony.
The actual ceremony itself was beautiful and sweet, from what you could recall. All you really saw or heard was Damien, and that was really enough. The two of you had waited quite some time to be there and all that mattered was that he was there in front of you, holding your hands, and vowing to be there forever.
At the reception, while waiting to be announced, you stood next to Damien and gripped his hand tightly as if afraid that if you let go you’d wake up and you wouldn’t have actually gotten married. You felt a tug on the skirt of your dress and looked down to see Sutton looking up at you. With a smile, you let go of Damien’s hand, and reached down to pick her up and prop her up on your hip.
“What’re we waiting for, mama? My feet hurt,” she complained, laying her head on your shoulder.
You laughed and pressed a kiss to her hair, “Soon they’re going to call us in and we’re going to go smile and sit.”
“C’mere, button,” Damien said holding his arms out and taking her from you, “We talked about this, remember? When we go in, me and your mom are going to dance and then we’re all going to eat some dinner and then your Uncle Shayne and Aunt Courtney are going to talk, then mama and your uncle are going to dance, then me and my mom… and then me and you!”
She narrowed her eyes back at Damien and for a moment, had you not known that Damien wasn’t her biological father, you’d have felt compelled to mention how that was such a Damien face.
Reluctantly, she nodded her head and squirmed out of Damien’s arms to stand on the ground in front of the both of you. “This seems like an awful lot of work just to tell people you got married,” she said with an eye roll. From beside Damien, Shayne let out a laugh and held out a hand to give Sutton a high-five. “Amen, little sister,” he chuckled before slapping Damien affectionately on the shoulder.
The wedding coordinator popped out from the main room and clapped her hands with an overenthusiastic smile, telling you all that they’re ready and to get into the order she’d given earlier. You, Damien, and Sutton were the last ones to enter. She stood between the two of you, holding tightly to both of your hands and you couldn’t help but grin broadly over at Damien as he looked down at her with an adoring look on his face.
When you reached the middle of the dance floor, Shayne came up and plucked Sutton up to carry her off to the table; she smiled and waved at the two of you over Shayne’s shoulder which just made you laugh softly.
“And now, the bride and groom will have their first dance,” the DJ said into the microphone.
You turned to face Damien and he very quickly took you into his arms as the song “We Found Each Other in the Dark” by City and Colour started to play over the sound system. You allowed one of your hands to come up to rest on Damien’s shoulder while the other slid into his own hand. You looked up at him and let out a happy sort sigh as the two of you began to sway.
“How’re you holding up?” he asked with a chuckle.
You nodded your head and smiled, “Good… Starving, but good.”
Damien laughed and shook his head as he pulled back enough to spin you and pull you back to him. When you had brought up dance lessons a few months ago, Damien had scoffed at the suggestion but it seemed like he had gone back on his first reaction. You bit down gently at the side of your lower lip and glanced over Damien’s shoulder to see Sutton was sitting in Shayne’s lap watching the pair of you rather intently but with a truly happy smile playing across her face.
“I don’t tell you enough… but thank you for loving her as much as you love me,” you said softly, glancing back at Damien.
He looked at you gave a small smile, “It’s hard not to. Besides, most people already say she’s mine.”
“What do you mean?” you asked.
Damien chuckled lowly and once again spun you slowly, crossed his arms over and pulled you back to him; he placed a small kiss to your cheek when you settled back into his arms. “We were out at the store the other night and an old lady said something to her about how pretty she was and how she looked so much like her daddy,” he said with a shrug. You could tell that he was trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, but you knew that he absolutely loved it.
Sutton had him wrapped around her little finger from the beginning.
The song drifted to an end; you and Damien shared a kiss before he led you back to the table. Before you had even sat down, you spotted Sutton squirming out of Shayne’s lap and rushing over. He purple and gold brocade dress shone in the soft lights and you could hear the gold tulle rustling as she got closer. She all but climbed up into your lap and gave you a big hug, which you happily returned.
Dinner and speeches seemed the go by in a flash, which you were not completely thrilled with since it seemed like every time you sat down to eat someone else was heading over to talk and hug. But, thankfully, Damien saw your face and quickly intervened, allowing you some time actually eat something before you had to get up and dance with your brother.
After Damien had finished dancing with his mom, Sutton bounded up to the DJ’s booth and was promptly handed a microphone.
“Hi everyone,” she greeted, waving and beaming.
You leaned over to Damien and whispered, “She’s such a little cheeseball.”
He nodded and laughed before he pressed a kiss to your temple. Sutton took a deep breath and you couldn’t help but smile at her.
“My mom got married today… she married my daddy. I know he’s not my… bi-beb… he didn’t make me,” she stumbled over herself. She’d asked several times over the last few days how to say biological but she just earned a few chuckles in return. “But he’s my real daddy and I love him and I’m glad he married my mommy,” she said happily and you could feel tears already in your eyes, “And he let me pick any song I wanted to dance with him, so c’mon!”
Damien could only laugh loudly and shake his head; he started to stand up and kissed you quickly on his way up to the dance floor. Sutton handed the mic back to the DJ and all but run across the floor to Damien who scooped her up and held her tight as the music started. She hadn’t even told you what song she picked so you were very curious.
Through the speakers, you heard the beginning to “I Don’t Need Anything But You” from the 2014 Annie soundtrack, and you were sure you were going to cry.
“Together at last; Together forever. We’re tying a knot, they never can sever…”
You could see Damien laugh as he held her closer and started to sway with Sutton, her hands resting at his shoulders. You had never seen two people who loved each other as much as the two of them; from the moment you introduced them, it was obvious that Damien was going to be the one if not for you, but for her.
You sniffled and wiped at a tear that had slipped past your eye and down your cheek as you watched the two of them; you looked around the room and saw a few people doing the same thing. Suddenly, there was a hand on your shoulder and a handkerchief in front of your face. You looked up to see Shayne slipping into Damien’s vacated seat and you took the cloth from him, murmuring your thanks as you dabbed at your eyes.
“I don’t think I’ve seen Damien this happy in a while,” he said, sipping at his drink.
You nodded and looked over at him, “I haven’t see Sutton smile like that, ever.”
“Y’know, Y/N,” Shayne said, grinning at you, “I’m glad Damien found you. He’s my best friend and yeah, I give him shit a lot but… you and Sutton are great and I’m really happy for you guys.”
You cooed and leaned over to kiss Shayne’s cheek, “Don’t be getting soft on me now, Topp.”
He could only laugh and roll his eyes before he playfully shoved at your shoulder. “Fuck off, Y/N Haas,” he grinned and waggled his eyebrows at you as he stood up. You watched as he walked off back to his table and looked back just as the song was ending. Sutton wrapped her arms tightly around Damien’s neck and hugged him for all she was worth before she ran off towards you.
You just barely had time to react and pick her up before she barreled into you.
Damien came back and took his seat next to you, letting out a happy sort of sigh as he did so. The photographer came in front of the table and smiled at the three of you. “Can I get a few of you three together real quick?” she asked. Sutton scurried across your lap and settled in Damien’s before she smoothed out her dress and smiled toothily at the camera.
You could only laugh and roll your eyes; this little family was going to be just fine.
Word Count: 405
Summary: A new kind of reconciliation.
You hummed happily to yourself as you pulled out bowls and ingredients from the cabinets and pantry, ready to get to work baking. You may or may not have been purposefully making too much noise as you moved around since you and your husband were in a little bit of a fight. Well, not a fight; it was really more of a tiff turned disagreement, but Joshua had taken it upon himself to be a little ugly in his retorts and was almost vicious.
In all honesty, you knew that you should just let him be and comeback to him in a bit to have a proper adult discussion; the two of you were both agitated with work and the move to into a new house, so you both said things you didn’t really mean.
But you didn’t feel like it.
As you started to measure out ingredients you noticed Joshua emerge from down the hall. He walked closer and slid into one of the stools at the counter top across from you, folding his arms on the smooth granite. You knew he came down because of the noise you were making, but you also knew he didn’t want to reignite your argument by telling you to shut up.
So, he sat with a hard as stone look on his face.
After you had dumped the flour you needed into a bowl, you picked it up and held it to your face, inhaling deeply. Joshua’s confusion slipped onto his face, but he still looked more upset than puzzled.
“Why are you sniffing that?” he asked, voice still a little rough, “It’s flour. It smells like flour.”
You quirked an eyebrow at him, “Yeah? Have you smelled it?”
Joshua’s face fell to an almost blank expression before he held out his hands. You bit back a grin and passed the bowl over to him. He maintained eye contact as he lifted the bowl up to his nose and took a deep breath in through his nose.
“It smells like fucking flour,” he snapped, setting the bowl down.
You couldn’t hold back your smirk any longer. “Made you smell it,” you teased in a sing-song voice, taking the bowl back and walking across the kitchen to get the other dry ingredients. You swore that you heard Joshua let out a defeated sigh before chuckling softly to himself.
I know that 'I’ve Planted You a Garden' is a serious imagine and I love how you wrote it, but Damien with saying that he had emotional jumper cables made me laugh a little and go awe. Love your writing!
I’ve Planted You a Garden (Where Your Flowers Can Grow): Damien Haas
Word Count: 1037
Summary: Emotional jumper cables.
A/N (Warning): This includes a mentions of an eating disorder (past tense) so please be thoughtful and careful going forward. I’m going through some stuff so this is a way for me to cope. Know your triggers and limits.
There it was. The all too familiar and entirely unpleasant drop in your stomach. The hot rush of color spreading across your cheeks and creeping up your neck. The jumpstart of your heart pounding an unsteady rhythm on your sternum. The jittery and sweaty hands that suddenly couldn’t hold onto anything any longer. The dizzy, swimming feeling inside your head.
The room felt too small. Too hot.
“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.
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