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[bagluver]

They’re so silly ❤️❤️

[warhead]

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Break-Ups and Make-Ups

Word Count: 2330

Request:  hi! I don´t know if you are taking requests, but if you are I was wondering if you could write something where reader and Damien Haas (or Shayne Topp) break up, so the rest of the smosh fam try to get them back together. Hope to hear from you soon - @lula132

The morning after a breakup was always the worst for you. As tradition dictated, you had hunkered down in your room for the night with a box of tissues on your right and a tub of ice cream clutched in your shaking hands with whatever sappy romance movie popped up first in the recommendation queue. 

You had fallen asleep with the now-melted ice cream tub in your arms and the movie credits rolling. In the morning, you felt like you had been hit with a train that had not stopped moving since. With just a few words, the past seven years of your life suddenly meant nothing and you were left alone. 

You capped the tub of ice cream and put it on your nightstand, swapping one comfort item for another and picked up your phone. The only notifications you had were a call from your mom and several Twitter notifications for fans that had mentioned you in their own tweets. 

You cast a glance to the clock and read that it was six in the morning, two hours before you had to be at work. You sat in your bed and debated if you should even go in for the day if you should call in a family emergency and take the day to travel up to San Francisco to spend the next few days with your parents. 

You shook your head and hopped off your bed, a new resolve set for yourself. You wouldn’t let this break-up force you into a shell. So what if Shayne Topp had broken your heart after seven years of loving you? You were still young and you had your whole life ahead of you, so what if seven years meant nothing in an ill-fated conversation. 

You flung the curtains open and took a moment to just look outside at the bus streets of Los Angeles. You moved to the city nearly eight years ago after being employed by Defy for Smosh. You started as a low-level editor and slowly made your way to head camera operator and editor for the Smosh Games section. You would oversee filming when it came to table games or punishments and edit what you could for any games played on the computer. You even had a short stint as stunt coordinator before it was decided that they needed someone with a little more expertise especially when it came to the safety of the cast.

However, you met Shayne when you had just moved to Los Angeles and when you started dating, it came as no surprise to anyone. The decision to stay in separate apartments came with the idea that while you both had loved each other oh-so-much, you both need your own space and neither of you could afford to buy anything bigger than the apartments you both had or a house together. 

Before you knew it, you had fully cleaned your room of any trace of the break down you had last night and were well on your way into the office. You called your mom on the drive there, using the conversation as a distraction so you wouldn’t have to think of him until you saw him. 

You got to the office at the same time that Courtney had and you barely managed a smile in her direction. You could tell that she could tell that something was off with you because she had that knowing look on her face. If there was anyone who knew you better than you knew yourself, it was Courtney. 

You brushed her off, saying that you had a rough night and asked her to help you carry some of the equipment that was still in your car from the last punishment you had to film outside. 

When you got in the elevator, you deemed it safe enough to share the details of your night. You put the box you had in your hands down and rubbed your eyes. You had skipped on make-up that day, knowing that you would mainly be editing and eventually the feeling of the product on your face would get you to become quickly annoyed. 

“Shayne and I broke up last night,” you confessed, breaking the silence. At first, you thought she didn’t hear you and you dreaded having to repeat yourself. When she put her own box down and engulfed you in a hug, you knew she heard. 

“I’m so sorry, what happened? Just yesterday you guys were so happy,” Courtney’s eyes grew wide and sympathetic. You were regretting telling her. 

“Yeah, I thought we were happy too and then he broke up with me out of nowhere. Of course, he was my ride home so I had to endure the awkward situation,” you picked up your box when the elevator doors opened on your floor. “Please don’t mention this to anyone yet.”

“Please don’t mention what to anyone?”

Damien Haas was your best friend next to Courtney. If you needed a laugh or even just a break from whatever you were doing he was there to provide a joke or a distraction. 

With his question, you had to think fast on your feet. “It’s nothing, I just wanted to go back to see my parents for a little but I wasn’t too sure when would be a good time so I didn’t want to mention it.” 

While that wasn’t completely a lie, Damien still looked skeptical. He read the look in your eye and slowly nodded, allowing that to be your answer. “Alright, if you say so.” 

You smiled at him wide and moved past him, leading Courtney to where all the filming equipment was stored when it wasn’t in use. She helped you put most of the equipment away before she brought up a point that you had been debating for a good while. 

“People are going to find out eventually, Y/n. You can’t just pretend that absolutely nothing happened,” Courtney sent you a pointed look. You pursed your lips and slid the last piece of equipment on the shelf. 

“I know, I just don’t want to make it into a big deal,” you shut the lights and closed the door behind you. You looked at the time on the clock on the wall. “You should get to costume, you start filming in an hour.”

She glanced at the clock and panicked for a second. “Just don’t isolate yourself, okay? And this isn’t something you need to keep from anyone. We’re all adults and if anyone gives you a hard time, that just means they still have some growing up to do,” she started to walk away, doing a half-backward, half-sideway walk. “We’ll go for lunch later and talk more, yeah?”

You nodded and confirmed the lunch plans, intending to go out for lunch anyway. After sorting through a few stacks of editing notes and creating a mental list of things you had to accomplish for the day, you headed into the room dubbed as the ‘editing cave,’ and prepared yourself to watch all the footage from this week’s episode of Maricraft. 

Shayne had woken up late that morning, distraught and a general mess. He arrived that the office, cutting it close by a mere two minutes and immediately getting himself to costuming. The velvet box weighed heavily in his backpack and despite how last night had played out, he couldn’t bring himself to take it out. 

When he sat down in the chair for the hairdresser to do his hair, Damien found his way to his side and poked his side. “So,” Damien wiggled his eyebrows. “How’d it go last night?”

All Shayne did was pull the box from his bag and hand it off to his friend. “Did she reject you? Is that what she and Courtney were talking about in the elevator this morning?”

“She and Courtney were in the elevator this morning?”

“Yeah, she told Courtney not to say anything about something and Y/n made an excuse about visiting her parents,” Damien noticed his friend’s distressed look. “Hey dude, you okay?”

“So, last night didn’t exactly go as planned,” Shayne wanted to fall in on himself. “I might have broken up with her instead of proposing.”

“What?” Damien was taken aback, blinking a few times to make sure he was awake at the moment. “You’re telling me that you got to the carnival last night, got onto the ferris wheel, and broke up with her on the top, and then had to drive her home right after that?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what happened and I don’t know how to fix it and now Courtney knows which means a lot more people will know pretty soon and,” Shayne made a noise that was not unlike what a cat being strangled would sound like. 

Damien took some time to calm him down. “I’m sure that all this will take is a conversation with her. Y/n is a very reasonable person and I’m sure you can make it up to her.”

“I sure hope so,” Shayne caught Courtney’s eye. She was looking at him with a scowl on her face. Shayne sunk into his seat. “I think our first step is telling Courtney what happened, maybe she’ll know how to fix this.”

By the time lunch rolled around, Courtney was aware of the plan and was sent to fetch you for lunch. You had your headphones on, hyperfocused on a black-and-white clip of Damien. She lightly tapped on your shoulder causing you to jump slightly before settling down upon realizing that it was just Courtney. 

“You ready for lunch?” she asked, pulling out the seat next to you and sitting to watch your process. You clicked on the save button and saved the footage to an external hard drive as an extra precaution. You stored the hard drive in a small drawer on your desk before standing up and stretching. 

“Yeah, let me just tell Matt that I’m heading out and that I’ll have this Maricraft episode ready for posting when I get back,” you powered your computer down and grabbed your phone and wallet from under all the papers.

When you left the office and walked side-to-side with Courtney to her car, you were relieved for the slightly longer break you both would be getting. Not only were you ahead of schedule but Courtney’s next call wasn’t for another two hours. 

“Now I know you and Shayne just broke up, but we’re going to lunch with him and Damien.”

You looked at Courtney with a dead look in your eye. “I’m fine with it, just because we’re broken up doesn’t mean I can’t be civil.”

Shayne and Damien were already in the car, sitting side by side in the back which caused you to look confused. “I gave them my keys so they could start the car’s air condition before I got you,” she explained. 

The drive was an awkward one, the four of you decide to take the time to drive to a nicer Italian restaurant as you all had the time to spare. When you arrived and were seated, Courtney smacked her forehead and mentioned that she left her wallet in the car. Damien offered to go with her and that left her and Shayne at the table together. 

You played with your fork and avoided all eye contact with him for as long as you could. 

“Y/n,” he said. You slowly turned to face him, not wanting him to see the hurt in your eyes. There was something in his hands but you couldn’t discern what it was. 

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he explained and you let him, deciding that you would’ve had this conversation one way or another. “And I still never do want to hurt you but last night was the biggest mistake of my life. I didn’t bring you up to the top of the ferris wheel to break up with you. I just panicked and I wasn’t really thinking.”

“Shayne, you don’t owe me an explanation or anything,” you wanted to look away but he seemed like he still had more to say.

“I didn’t bring you up there to break up with you, in fact,” he opened what he was holding in his hands and you let out an audible gasp. You watched as he moved to get out of his chair and then kneel next to you. “I made a horrible mistake last night and while I’ll never know how it happened but I really wanted to get down on my knee last night and ask you this question.”

“Y/n, you’re a wonderful person and you’ll be a saint if you’ll even allow this. But I truly want to marry you. I promise I’ll never cause you any pain anymore and I’ll be apologizing for my mistake for the rest of my life. But, Y/n, will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you processed what was going on. On one hand, he had caused you the most emotional pain that you had ever gone through and on the other, he was trying so hard. You made up your mind, nodding vigorously and pulling him up from the floor as the restaurant patrons around your table clapped. 

He slipped the ring onto your finger as Courtney and Damien returned to your table, smirks on both of their faces. “You were both in on this, weren’t you?”

“We had some help,” Damien explained. “Ian overheard our conversation and he went to talk to Matt Raub to convince him to give us four an extra hour for lunch in case things went south and we had to do some drastic measures but everything turned out alright.”

“Remind me to thank Matt when we get back, but I think we should eat lunch while we’re here,” you laughed with your friends and at that moment, you knew everything would be alright.

[gay-gay-very-gay]

Imagine skyping with Ian

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Oblivious

Word Count: 1890

A/N: unedited bc i wasn’t sure how long my google docs would work for

By ten-thirty that morning you were sure that Damien was either coming down with a fever or had started taking some hard drugs the night before. You were hoping it was the former or neither of them at all. That morning, Damien had texted you to ask if you wanted a ride to work that day. You had accepted, thankful for the break from public transport until he had gotten there and had barely spoken a word.

The whole time it seemed like he was in deep thought. It was almost as if he had the words formulated in his mind but was still struggling to spit it out. The second that you had arrived at the office and left the elevator, he was gone. You hadn’t seen him all day and quite frankly, it had become annoying. The office, while bigger than the one at Defy, was still small. For nearly thirty-minutes, you had been looking for him so that you could do your job but he kept eluding you. 

When you had gone around the desks a few times, stopping at Damien’s in the games lab first before circling around to Courtney’s and Shayne’s, you dubbed that he was either no longer in the building or that he had dropped dead due to the kitchen fumes that were ever prevalent in the hallway outside of the office space. 

The only places you hadn’t checked were the conference room spaces because one of them was marked for a big important higher-ups meeting and you didn’t want to accidentally interrupt anything that might’ve been happening.

Finally deciding that enough was enough, you sent him a text that informed him on your decision to have Courtney drive you home tonight and that you would see him as soon as he had finished with whatever childish act he had put up. In the eleven or so years that you had known him for, he has never ignored you for this long. 

In all actuality, you wouldn’t have been mad if it was just a normal day. If it was a day where you sat and sewed all costumes together and planned out makeup looks for upcoming shoots, him ignoring you would have gone more or less unnoticed. However, today was a day that you needed to see specifically him because the next thing that was being filmed required a bit more costume coordination considering he would have body paints and you needed to do patch testing. 

By lunch, you had calmed down and Courtney had asked you to meet her in one of the three empty conference rooms because most of the meetings were more or less over for the day. You took a pit stop by your desk to grab your lunch before making your way slowly to where Courtney asked you to meet her.

On your way, you had to pass several other conference rooms. In one held Ian and Matt Raub, both with their laptops out and their lunches almost pushed to the side and forgotten. You grimaced, as you knew they often forgot about their eating and would end up regretting it towards the end of the day. 

Most of the rooms were empty though and as you made your way towards the end of the hall, you felt most of the tension of the day wash away. You were halfway through and nothing could stop you from having a better second half.

At least that’s what you thought. 

There’s a room towards the end of the hall with a door that doesn’t close just right. On the inside, the door looks closed but looking from the outside it most definitely is not. Inside the room, sat Shayne Topp. 

He had his lunch in front of him and he looked like he was concentrating on what another person was talking about. Barely audible, you’re able to make out the conversation between the two and it went a little like this,

“I just don’t want to ruin what we’ve got after so long.”

“I understand completely, but you’ve gotta make a move.”

“But you read the text she sent me, I don’t think she’s really interested in going anywhere with me.”

You had to take a step back when the next line came through in a half-shout, half-failed whisper type of thing. “Either ask her out or I’ll do it for you!”

You blinked a few times, trying to work through your head what you had just heard. Was Shayne encouraging Damien to ask someone out? He definitely was, considering he used the words, “ask her out,” but who could, ‘her,’ be?

You thought on it for a bit before settling that, ‘her,’ was probably who Damien was going out to see on nights when he said he couldn’t go to yours to watch a movie or when he said that you couldn’t go to his. 

You felt weird. You knew that this wasn’t something meant for anyone else’s ears. Then, you felt protective over Damien. While he could fend for himself, you couldn’t help but feel a little put-off about the idea of Damien dating anyone. 

Was this jealousy?

Someone tapped your shoulder and you jumped, your immediate reaction to go and hit the person who had touched you. When you saw the flash of blonde hair and the smile drop off her face, you stopped in your tracks and apologized. 

“I’m so sorry,” you bit your lip. “It’s a bit of a reaction.”

“It’s fine!” Courtney laughed it off. “I was just coming to make sure you didn’t get lost.”

Had you been standing here for that long?

You shook your head and plastered a smile on your face, “No, didn’t get lost. Just zoned out on the walkover.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, the gears in her brain obviously turning. “Are you okay?” she asks, a concerned look taking over her features. 

You risk a short glance over to the conference room with the door slightly ajar and she seems to take the memo. She leads you away from the conference rooms and you make your way down to the garage.

When you get into her car after the short ride over, she rolls down the windows and moves her seat back so she can comfortably turn to face you. “What’s up?”

You take your time unwrapping your lunch before answering. Finally, after much inner debate, you start to talk. “So, I’ve liked Damien for the longest time. I wanted to confess it to him a while ago but he had gotten himself a girlfriend and it did not seem fair to him if I told him then so I just didn’t. I was walking by the conference rooms to meet you when I saw Shayne and Damien in the conference room and I think Damien’s found himself another girl but he’s also been ignoring me all day.”

You gave Courtney a look that read that you were just plain tired and she seemed to get what you were saying. “I think,” she started, “I think that Damien actually does like you and if that’s not the case then that’s how it’s gotta be sometimes. It’s not right for him to ignore you like this especially when you’ve got actual work to do and maybe he needs some time on his own to sort this out.”

You nodded slowly, taking her words into account. Essentially, yes, if this is what’s happening then maybe it would be healthy for you and him to take time on your own. Your car was being repaired that weekend so you wouldn’t need to rely on public transport or anyone else to get anywhere and the rest of your workweek was simple costume mock-ups and most days you would leave early. 

So, for the next few days, you kept your distance. You only really talked to him when it was for work and didn’t see him much beyond then. You successfully got his patch test done and that shoot went smoothly as you didn’t have to actually be the one to paint it onto him. 

By Friday, you had gotten a successful amount of work done and things were stacking up in your favor that you would be able to take Monday off from work. It was at the end of the day when you decided that what was going on between you and Damien had to end. Luckily, he had parked his car fairly close to yours and you could catch him on his way out.

“Damien,” you called, watching him get into the elevator to leave at the same time as you. As if out of routine, he held the door open for you and you both shared the ride down together. It was a comfortable silence, which was weird due to the fact that you weren’t exactly talking at the moment. 

You took a second to collect your thoughts before turning to face him. “Listen,” you bit your lip and he looked at you. “I know I have no say in this but you should go for it. I heard you and Shayne talking in the conference room the other day and if it’s with this mystery girl that I’ve never heard of then I really can’t just tell you no.”

The silence stretched between the two of you before the elevator dinged and neither of you made a move to leave the space. 

Eventually, you got tired of waiting and made the move to step off, knowing the elevator wouldn’t stay there forever. You left and he followed suit. At least you had gotten your words out, now you could go home with an open mind. Even if that also meant you left with a heavy heart. 

You unlocked your car and opened the door, intending to get in and drive off before he could stop you. Unfortunately, you were too slow and he was next to you the second you opened the car door. 

“Y/n,” he paused, trying to find the right words to say. “There is no mystery girl.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What? But I heard you and Shayne-”

He cut you off, “There’s no mystery girl because that girl is you.”

You were left speechless. On one hand, you were one foot into your car and one foot out. On the other hand, Damien had just confessed that you were the one they were talking about was you. 

“So what does that mean? I don’t understand,” you managed to stumble through. 

“It means that I want to take you on a date,” Damien fiddled with the strap on his bag, a nervous habit he had picked up from you. “If you want to, I mean.”

A smile slowly spread across your face as you got yourself fully out of your car and hugged him around his middle. “I would love to go on a date with you,” you pulled back a little so that you could look up at him. You looked at him and a small bit, taking in his eyes and all his features. 

“Can I kiss you?” you breathed out, afraid that if you spoke any louder you would break the moment. 

He leaned down to kiss you and the moment felt like you had just come home.

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In Sickness and In Peaches

Word Count: 1046

REQUEST:  So based on a rushed decision made only because I wanted to have have an inside joke with myself a non smosh acc here now knows and refers to me as Peaches and I dONT KNOW HOW TO PROCEED OTHER THAN SAYING WHat of after seeing the peaches video reader starts calling Damien that caUSE I MEAN I WOULD (sorry it's 3am and I feel like Im slowly loosing my sanity due to lack of sleep) - @star-mum

“Welcome to the Smoshcast, I am Ian Hecox of the Smosh channel and today I am joined by one Damien Haas,” Ian paused so that Damien could say his hellos before also introducing Shayne to the podcast. 

Damien waved to the camera and Shayne smiled wide, leaning closer to address the audience. “Yes, hello, we are here. And today-”

From off-camera, a cell phone rang, cutting off Shayne’s sentence. “Who’s cell phone is that’s?”

“I’m so sorry, that’s my phone,” Damien stood up and reached behind Shayne to receive the ringing electronic. “And it’s Y/n.”

“For those of you that don’t know,” Ian decided to inform their audience. “Y/n is a writer for Smosh that is actually home sick today. I think you should answer her, Damien. Put her on speaker too.”

Damien shrugged his shoulders and answered the call, putting it on speaker and then holding the phone up to the microphone. “Hey, Y/n. Just so you know, you’re on speaker and we’re filming for this Smoshcast episode right now.”

“Oh, sorry! I can call back later,” your voice filtered through and it was extremely obvious how sick you were just from the sound of your voice. You coughed away from the phone and the sound of a few cats mewing can be heard in the background.

“No, keep talking,” Ian said resting his head on his interlocked fingers, his elbows propped up onto the table. “We love having you on the Smoshcast even if you aren’t actually here.”

“Yeah, we love having you on the Smoshcast,” Shayne spoke up from next to Damien. “How are you feeling?”

“I feeling good, a little sluggish though, thank you.”

“So what's up?” Damien asked. He fixed his grip on the phone so that your voice could filter through louder to the viewers.

“I was just gonna ask if you took your grey sweater today and if you could bring home some soup later.”

“Of course I can,” Damien made a mental note of the soup. He took a moment to think about the grey sweater that he was planning on wearing today but decided against. “And the grey sweater should be on the couch outside.”

They heard shuffling on the other side of the phone and a door open before a noise of confirmation came from you. “I found it.” More mewing could be heard on the phone. “And the girls say, ‘Hi’.”

“Tell the girls that I say, ‘Hi,’ as well. I’ll be home early today, okay?”

“Okay. Bye guys, sorry for crashing your recording.”

You hung up the phone as the other two boys shouted their goodbyes to you. “How’s she doing actually though?” Shayne asked, shifting in his seat.

“She woke up this morning with a high temp but hopefully it’ll be down by the time I get back to her. But yeah, thank you for having me on the podcast again.”

Ian shook his head and waved Damien off. “Honestly I love having you guys on the ‘Cast. Never a dull moment. And I think this is the second time that it’s been the three of us on the podcast together.”

“I think it is and the last time was when we talked about why Damien hates dating and now he has a very lovely lady waiting for him when he gets back.”

Damien chuckled and a blush spread across his cheeks. “Yeah, Y/n and I have been dating for almost a month now. It’s crazy how it happened too. Like, I was so sure that she and I were going to go nowhere but then she asked me out and I said yes and here we are.”

“Crazy what can happen if you just say yes to things, honestly,” Ian joked, laughing at the end of it. “But yeah, Y/n is a lovely woman and an extremely talented writer.”

The rest of the Smoshcast blew by and before anyone knew it, the hour was up. 

“It’s been great having you guys on the Smoshcast. If you haven’t already, make sure you subscribe to the channel so you don’t miss the next one. The audio comes out on Wednesdays on your favorite podcasting app and the video comes out on the Smosh channel on Fridays but you can’t hear us say the dirty words like shit, fuck, bitch. We’ll see you guys next time.”

The other two boys said their byes and before you knew it, Damien was unlocking the front door to your shared apartment. 

He opened the door to find you curled up on the couch. The lights were off and the TV was playing a random infomercial on low. He set the soup on the kitchen counter before kicking off his shoes and shucking off his jacket. 

Damien pulled the remote from your hands and shut off the TV. Slowly, he lifted you into his arms and made his way towards your bedroom. He pulled back the blankets and settled you onto the mattress. You opened your eyes and blinked as you saw him start to take his shirt off to get comfy. 

“Hey Peaches,” you mumbled, snuggling in deeper to the bed. He froze, shirt halfway off, and turned to look at you.

“That’s a new one, what’s up?”

You pointed to your phone across the way, “A fan tagged me in a video on Tumblr, you dancing to some Peaches song from way back when.”

You watched as he walked over to your phone and unlocked it, reading the caption under the video and shortly after putting it facedown on the table. “Jesus, how did they find that?

“I mean when your life is on the internet, it’s kind of hard to hide anything,” you reappeared from your dive into the covers. “Come here and cuddle me.”

He laughed and took off his pants, switching them out for an old pair of basketball shorts. He slid into the bed next to you, pulling you close. He felt your forehead, recoiling at the heat. “Y/n, you’re gonna get me sick. You’re still burning up.”

“Then you get to stay home with me,” you yawned and snuggled up to Damien. “G’night, Peaches.”

Damien stroked your hair and smiled at the endearing nickname, “G’night, babe.”

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Home Invasion

Word Count: 1200

SURVEY

It was a rare occasion that you left the house in the morning without Shayne, but when you did it was either because his call time for a filming day was much later or because he had the day off. Today was the latter, Shayne got the day off from work while you still had to drive the hour it would take for you to get to the little elementary school you taught at. 

Luckily, it was a Wednesday. Wednesday’s meant you got to go home early which meant you would be back in your bed no later than one-thirty, traffic permitting. 

By the time the children had all left, you were already exhausted. One mother that you hadn’t particularly liked had decided to take up nearly thirty minutes of your time to talk about her darling daughter, inquiring about an advanced track that you had had no idea about before she brought up the topic.

You managed to weasel your way out of the conversation by checking the time and feigning surprise, telling her a bullshit excuse before passing the buck over to the school’s principal that you knew had already left for the day with her own daughters. 

You arrived back at the apartment complex that you and Shayne were both living in, happy to see the familiar building. All you wanted to do was curl up into a small ball on your couch with a beer on the table and Adventure Time in the background. Maybe you’d allow Shayne to join you. 

You parked your car and headed inside, moving the things around in your purse in search of the house keys you had thrown in. 

Getting closer to the door, you managed to make out Garrett and a camera crew standing outside your house. You sighed, also taking note of the two chairs and lamp that were now outside. Shayne had warned you that there was a possibility of filming a house tour of where the two of you lived.

Or a home invasion, rather. 

You greeted Garrett who gave you a rather sympathetic look. 

“Did they banish you to the outside?”

“More or less.”

“Do you wanna come inside? I can make you a cup of coffee or something while they finish up doing whatever they’re doing.” You turned the handle to find it unlocked. 

When you stepped inside, the first thing you did was kick off your shoes and drop your bag on the floor by the coat hanger since your bag chair was currently living its best life outside. A head peeked out from inside yours and Shayne’s bathroom. 

“Y/n!” Damien shouted, abandoning whatever recording was happening. He gave you a hug and asked how your day went as the rest of the house invaders made their way slowly out of the bedroom. 

In total, it was Keith, Noah, Courtney, Ian, and Shayne that came out from the small bedroom. You furrowed your eyebrows, pointing to the room. “We can fit that many people in there?”

“I know,” Shayne came over and gave you a side hug, kissing the side of your head. “Crazy, right?”

At most, you were amused. Another thing you noticed, when you got to the kitchen, was that your coffee grinder had gone missing.

“Shayne, do you happen to know where our coffee grinder went?”

All eyes moved to Ian, who was clutching his backpack in one hand and a candle in the other. He dropped the candle into his bag and pulled out the grinder. “What coffee grinder? I’m sure this is a candle.”

You waved him off, settling for the pre-ground coffee that your mom had bought you. These were the packs that you usually reserved for work, preferring to grind your own beans when you could. Even then, you were prone to drinking more tea during the day than coffee. 

You made Garrett his tea before moving to your room to change out of your work clothes. Feeling just a little bit uncomfortable, you moved to the bathroom to change. You never knew what the camera could catch, especially with the mirror that reflected the happenings of your bedroom. 

After you had changed out of your clothes, Courtney dragged you over to the couch and sat you down next to Shayne. You immediately moved in closer to his side, resting your head on his shoulder.

“What’s it like living with Shayne?” Noah had the camera pointed at you now. 

You pulled the sleeves of Shayne’s hoodie over your hands and pressed your hands to your cheeks. “He’s the worst person to live with, always leaving our chairs and lamps outside and never buying enough candles. I always tell him that he’d get them stolen one day.”

Courtney settled onto the couch next to you and you politely smiled and nodded as they recorded the outro to the video. 

By the time your friends had left, Shayne turned on the TV and grabbed a beer from the fridge for you. 

“You’re perfect,” you complimented as he handed over the beer. 

“What’s bothering you today? I felt it the second you walked in,” he collapsed into the seat next to you, kicking off his own shoes and pulling your legs over his lap. 

You proceeded to tell him about the mother that wouldn’t leave you be, holding you up for a solid amount of time before you were able to make your escape.

“And now,” you took a sip. “I’m going to have thirty emails from this lady about an office hours visit tomorrow when she knows my office hours are Mondays and Tuesdays.”

“Well check your email, I’m sure it’s not as bad as it could be.”

You pulled out your phone and opened the mail app, pulling down on the screen to refresh it. Sitting at the top of your inbox was an email from the mother, asking about what you knew she would be. You handed Shayne your phone with the email opened, allowing him to read the words she had written. 

“She even states that she knows my office hours are on Monday and Tuesday, yet she still wants to take up my lunch break.”

“Well, you can just email her and tell her you’ve already got a lunch meeting.”

“But I don’t.”

“I’ll come down tomorrow to have lunch with you. I’m filming in the morning and I have a few hours free before I’m needed next,” he picked up the remote and started to flick through the movie choices. 

“You would really come down to see me during lunch?”

“Of course, I would,” he settled on Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, picking up from where you had both watched until during the previous night. He pulled you to his side by your hand, taking your beer glass and setting it on the coffee table. 

“I love you,” you kissed him, soft and slow. Honestly, if time froze and you were stuck here, you wouldn’t complain. 

He returned the kiss before pulling away and kissing your forehead. He pulled you closer to his body, settling in to watch as Ron and Harry crashed into the platform barrier. 

“I love you too.”

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Jealousy

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REQUEST:  Can you do a Shayne x reader where they are filming you posted that and bring in the readers favorite actor (Tom Holland) and she is like fangirling and can't talk right and blushing and stuff and Shayne gets jealous but like it's really fluffy and cut in the end - anon

“You Posted That. Embarrassing things from your past. Instagram, Twitter, or Snapchat, you posted that!”

You watched from backstage as your boyfriend, Shayne Topp, introduced the show. You knew that it would be you and Joven on the show today, but the third person was being kept from you. 

You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans, nervous to play the game and to find out who they managed to get onto the show. Joven came up next to you and slung his arm around your shoulders. You managed to give him half a smile that turned into more of a grimace. 

“You nervous, Y/n?” Joven asked like the father he was. He was your work dad since the first day you started here and he had also quickly become one of your best friends. 

“Yeah,” you rubbed your hands together and then on your jeans again. “I just don’t want to make a fool of myself to whoever they bring on.”

Ian walked up next to the both of you, taking a sip of water before dropping it at the table by his things. “You guys ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you muttered, unzipping your hoodie and taking it off to drape it over a chair. 

Shayne introduced Ian to the stage, prompting him to smile wide and step out from behind the set-piece they stood behind. “Hello, everybody!” Ian greeted the audience. Joven had left you by then, leaving to go get his mic checked after he had pulled a little too hard at the wire. 

You wished you had gone with him even if it was only a minute that he was gone. Your nerves were starting to take over and many of the nervous ticks you had begun to show. Not only were you picking at the bottom of your shirt, but you were also biting down harder than you needed to on your lip. You had to remind yourself to breathe so you didn’t go on stage with a busted lip and a half torn shirt.

“Now, let’s meet our lovely contestants,” Ian spoke, causing you to straighten out your back. “First, we have one of our esteemed cameramen, or should I say, camerawomen. She’s filmed many of our videos for us and, according to her, was an extra for a Spider-Man movie, Y/n Y/l/n!”

You plastered a smile on your face as you stepped out from behind the setpiece, waving at the audience. You stopped at the first podium you came upon and blew a kiss towards the audience before winking at them. 

You heard their screams and giggled slightly, hands coming to rest on either side of the podium. You listened as Ian introduced Joven, clapping politely for the man that almost couldn’t see the fine print. He stood at the podium at the other end, causing you to question what was happening. Usually, Joven would stand next to you as the second contestant but the new format had you gripping the sides of the podium tighter. 

“And finally, we have a man of many talents including acting, dancing, and causing Y/n to have some sort of fit every time she sees him, Tom Holland!” 

When Tom Holland stepped out from behind the set-piece, you looked Ian dead in the eye with a look that read, You better start running. 

It wasn’t that you hated Tom Holland, you loved him. In fact, you would probably have fainted if it weren’t for the fact that you were currently filming. Instead, you stared at him with your mouth slightly gaped during the time that Ian was explaining the rules. 

“Y/n, you okay?” Ian had a shit-eating grin on his face and you wanted to slap it off him. 

You shook your head and cleared your throat, “Yeah, fine. I’m totally fine.”

You focused upfront, ready to play the game, “Let’s do this. I’m ready.”

“Alright, let’s jump into round one,” Ian turned to Shayne. 

“You posted that?” They both shouted in high pitched voices. 

As the game flew by, you couldn’t help but be constantly starstruck by the man standing next to you. You were tripping over your own words and hiding in embarrassment that he had to see the one thirst tweet that they had found. It read: 

“Tom Holland could punch me straight across the face and I’d thank him.”

To that, he responded: “I’d never punch you, darling.” 

You wanted to either cry in a corner or hide away forever. 

When you had approached the end of the show, you in the lead, you knew what they had planned couldn’t have been good. You glanced over at Shayne, who had been staring in the direction of you and Tom. 

“Much like when we had Chris Pratt on the show, the winner will be slow dancing with our one and only Tom Holland!”

You wished the ground would open up and swallow you. Not only have your worst tweets and Instagrams been put out to the world, but they were also out there in front of your celebrity crush and your boyfriend who no doubt was feeling a lot of things at the moment. 

“Ian,” you started, pointing at the man. “You better sleep with one eye open tonight.”

He immediately pulled Shayne to stand in front of him, an ongoing joke between the two of you and declared war. 

When you were announced the winner, it was no surprise. Tom and yourself walked to the middle of the room and a slow song was put on. He held out a hand to you and you accepted it awkwardly. 

In an attempt to break the ice, you shared that you had been in Homecoming. 

“You were?”

“Yeah, I was an extra during the scene where Peter is looking at Liz hanging up the banner for Homecoming. I walked right past her and then sat at a table towards the back.”

“So we’ve been in a movie together,” he cocked an eyebrow. 

“We have,” you giggled nervously. The music stopped and you both separated. Shayne had moved during the duration of the dance so that he would be right next to you when the music stopped. He slung an arm over your shoulder and you pinched him lightly, a signal to stop acting the way he was. 

Ian said the outro, everyone celebrating on the stage as the cameras cut and you were pulled into a corner by Shayne. 

He kissed the side of your head, hugging you close. You poked his side, a cheeky grin creeping onto your face. “Were you jealous, babe?”

He brushed it off, hugging you close. “No,” he insisted. “I would never be jealous of Spider-Man.”

“It’s okay to be jealous, Shayne,” you kissed his cheek. “As long as it doesn’t go past here.”

He kissed you, arms sliding from around your shoulders to come to rest on your hips. Your hands went up to cup his face, bring him in closer. When you separated, he was looking out at Tom who had been socializing with your friends the entire time. 

“Okay, maybe I was a little bit jealous,” he admitted as the two of you started to walk back over to rejoin your friends. 

“There’s no need to be,” you squeezed his hand before bringing it up to your lips to leave a kiss there. “You’re all I want, and all I need.”

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