SUMMARY: Could a simple game change the rest of your life? Short answer, yes.
NOTE: God I'm so jealous of Y/N. Kinda wrote this at night and I was really sleepy so maybe there is something misspelled or weirdly written, I'm sorry, it was late but I really wanted to public something about Damienxoxo
It all started as a joke.
You were filming another Try Not To Laugh shoot when someone—probably Shayne—brought up the idea of doing an uncensored version of Truth or Dare, just for the behind-the-scenes team. No camera filters, no PG-13 edits, just pure chaos.
Damien had looked over at you when it was mentioned, raising an eyebrow with that crooked, teasing smile that always made your stomach flip. "Uncensored?" he repeated. "Y/N would destroy us all."
You only smirked. “Oh, I’m already making a list of dares.”
By the time evening rolled around, the crew cleared a corner of the set, dimmed the lights for dramatic effect, and gathered pillows, drinks, and a whiteboard with "TRUTH OR DARE: UNCENSORED" scribbled on it like some sort of summoning ritual. Everyone was hyped—maybe a little tipsy—and Damien had taken a seat beside you, casually slouching with a red solo cup in hand.
You tried to act casual too. Tried.
The game starts out harmless.
"Truth or dare, Shayne?" someone calls out.
“Dare,” he says, grinning like a feral gremlin.
“Send a flirty voice note to Courtney. Right now.”
Laughter erupts as Shayne does a stupid sexy whisper into his phone. It gets worse. Next round, Olivia has to give Noah a five-second lap dance. Keith gets dared to lick hot sauce off someone’s finger (which he does way too dramatically), and Ian—God bless him—is asked how many people he’s kissed on set. The real ones know.
Then it’s your turn.
Shayne smirks like he’s been waiting for this. “Y/N. Dare.”
You cross your arms, chin up. “Hit me.”
He nods at the whiteboard. “Pick a lap of the opposite gender to sit on—for the rest of the game.”
The room erupts in cheers and whistles. You pretend to groan, but inside? You’re already burning up. You scan the room slowly, taking your time like you’re actually considering options. Keith wiggles his eyebrows. Noah pats his knees.
But your eyes lock on Damien, who raises one brow, his lip tugged up into a smirk—but he doesn’t say anything. Just meets your stare and opens his arms a little.
“C’mon,” he says. “I’m comfy.”
“Mm. We’ll see.”
With dramatic flair, you stand and walk slowly, milking every second of suspense while the group yells out guesses. You pass by Ian. Then Noah. Then—
You plop down onto Damien’s lap, sideways at first, legs swinging over his, one arm resting lazily around his shoulders.
The room loses it.
“CALLED IT!” Olivia screams.
You laugh, heart pounding. Damien’s hands go to your waist—secure, confident, like he’s done this before. “You sure you’re comfy?” you tease.
“I’m just wondering why you didn’t do this three months ago,” he murmurs low enough that only you hear.
Your breath catches. “What?”
“Nothing,” he shrugs, but there’s mischief in his eyes. And maybe a little something more.
“Truth or dare, Damien?” Shayne leers.
“Dare,” Damien replies, tapping your knee.
“Whisper something dirty in Y/N’s ear.”
You freeze.
The room oohs, but Damien leans in, mouth brushing your ear. His voice is deep, quiet, low enough to make your skin tingle.
“I could list ten things I want to do to you right now, but they’d all make you blush in front of your friends.”
You do blush—so hard that Keith throws a pillow at you. “What the hell did he say?!”
You laugh it off, hiding your face in Damien’s shoulder while he just smiles innocently.
Then it's your turn again.
“Noah,” you say. “Truth.”
He grins. “Bring it.”
You smirk. “Have you ever fantasized about someone in this room?”
Noah goes beet red. “I hate you.”
“Name. Names,” Shayne chants.
“Okay okay—fine. I had a dream about Damien once. He was wearing a cape. Don’t ask.”
The room explodes again, but you glance at Damien and see his smirk twitch.
“Popular guy,” you whisper.
“Jealous?” he murmurs, teasing.
You roll your eyes, but you don’t deny it.
A few rounds later, Ian has to give someone a hickey (he backs out, screaming). Olivia has to describe her ideal kiss with someone in the room, while making eye contact. Shayne dares Noah to act out his most sinful fantasy—with props. The crew is losing it.
But you’re still in Damien’s lap.
He’s got one hand on your thigh now. You’re both quieter, more tense. There’s laughter around you, but your body is way too aware of his—how warm he is, how close, how his hand keeps drifting higher when he laughs.
Then someone dares you again.
“Y/N,” Olivia grins devilishly, “kiss the person you’re sitting on.”
The room howls before you even react.
You turn toward Damien, but his expression’s unreadable. "Only if you want to," he says softly, serious this time.
You lean in, brush your nose against his, and whisper, “About damn time.”
The kiss is slow. Confident. Hot.
The crew screams, pillows fly again, but you don’t even care. His hand slips into your hair and your fingers curl around his collar. It’s one of those kisses you’ve both wanted for months—but never admitted out loud.
When you pull back, you're both a little breathless.
“I should sit on your lap more often,” you murmur.
“You better,” Damien says, brushing your cheek with his thumb.
The next day, the video—yes, someone definitely filmed it—gets posted under the title:
“UNCENSORED SMOSH TRUTH OR DARE | TOO HOT FOR YOUTUBE”
The comments are chaos.
"THEY KISSED ON CAMERA WHAT THE HELL"
"Love the loser nerd and hottest girl cliché. It’s giving romcom."
"Damien bagged THEE Y/N. I’m sweating."
"Someone check on Shayne, he looks like a betrayed ex."
You pretend to be embarrassed, but secretly? You’re grinning at your phone. Especially when Damien texts you:
Damien:
They’re calling you the hottest girl and me a nerd.
So… wanna kiss again, hot girl?
﹒ ˚syn.
you notice a ship edit of you, damien and shayne on tiktok with the caption "they're so obsessed with her, can she just kiss one of them?" making you question your friendships. and which one will you choose? hell or paradise?
based on jealous type by doja cat
﹒ . tags + warnings ! ◞౿
shayne topp x fem!reader, damien haas x fem!reader, jealousy, flirting, suggestive language, mature content, dirty jokes, open ending
sitting on the couch during a filming break, you had pulled out your phone, opened tiktok and decided to scroll for a bit. you liked a few funny videos on your feed, giggling to yourself as you scrolled past each one.
until your finger froze on the screen, you sat there staring at the paused frame of an edit of... yourself?
curious, you pressed play.
smosh_gasm 2d ago
they're so obsessed with her, can she just kiss one of them? #smosh #damieny/n #shayney/n #y/nl/nedit
♫ Jealous Type - Doja Cat ♡ 400.2k 💬 8.4k ⚐ 16.9k
the edit loaded, lyrics of the song muffled behind your, shayne's and damien's voice-overs. every clip bringing back a memory you had forgotten.
"boy, let me know if this is careless."
it was a who meme’d it episode. shayne stood in a cowboy hat, a sturdy brown western shirt with pearl snaps, and his tall cowboy boots.
when you first saw him that day, your mouth dropped wide open, a little giggle leaving your lips as you took in his outfit.
you sat by the table, whiteboard in hand and the erasable marker in the other. damien and angela on either side of you.
introducing the topic of today’s video, shayne turned to you three, eyes catching yours first. he looked good that day, and you mean, really good. even if his outfit was ridiculous for the event.
the game had started, and you even managed to score a few points that pushed you into first place. giggling at the comments damien was making and angela’s outbursts that this wasn’t fair, as always. your eyes were locked on your whiteboard, trying to clean the previous answer off of it.
looking up, you stopped dead in your tracks. dropping the marker, when you saw the meme on the tv. the glow of it almost burned with how quickly your eyes focused in on it.
angela folded over laughing, her laughter so loud that it made your coworkers laugh along. for the drama, she even got out of her chair, clutching the table as support.
you dipped your head on the table, sinking into your chair as much as possible, hiding your blush behind the whiteboard and table. trying to disappear as laughter roared out.
angela had gotten up when shayne, in surprise, read the options for who made the meme. angela started talking, still laughing to herself, “it’s not even the meme that’s so funny, it’s just how real it is.”
you raised your head from the table, looking at damien that was sitting on your right. he had brought a hand to his chin, kissing his teeth. he looked at you. well, more like stared.
feeling flustered, you turned away immediately, back to the tv. only to be met with shayne looking at you too, his hands ran through his hair as he placed the hat back on top of his head. he tried to look as unaffected as possible, but the faint chuckle on his lips told you otherwise.
you looked away again, trying to find anything, something in this room that wasn’t the eyes of the two guys.
seeming to find the plant in the corner of the room, angela’s voice rang out,
“THEY'RE DOING IT AGAIN!”
"could be torn between two roads that i just can't decide."
a clip of love is blind video was the next, it had been the funniest day in the studio in weeks, making you giggle at every interaction. angela was acting as if her only form of liquid she had consumed was pure alcohol, the sight of her was hilarious.
courtney was beating farting allegations every second, and you were trying to hold it together when "straight chanse" came out.
you had been collecting hearts left and right, currently chanse and damien had even scores in your cards. when all of a sudden, shayne got up from his seat. "y/n, can you stand up."
your eyes shot to your eyebrows, looking at him, you slowly rose up from your seat, walking to the front of the table.
he stood in front of you, holding the side of his face in dramatics, pacing around to add to the nervousness he tried to embody.
he got on one knee, adjusting so that he found balance.
"i've been wanting to ask you this for so long, will you marry me, y/n?"
you faked the shock on your face, hands going to your face to hide the gasp and surprise evident on your face. he stood there on his one knee, looking up at you as if you hung the stars yourself.
before you looked away, eyes not meeting his.
shayne started to lower his hands with the ring as you spoke.
"shayne, i think i have a better connection with someone else."
gasps from the table surrounded you, angela's glass dropping in shock, her "drunk" blabbering followed.
shayne got up defeated when you started again, "damien, can you get up?"
damien rose up from his seat quickly, fumbling over his feet with how quickly her got to you. he placed a hand on shayne's shoulder, whispering, "sorry man, tough luck."
before he stood in front of you.
you had taken the ring from shayne, now dropping to one knee. you locked in with your expression, trying to do your best puppy eyes.
"damien haas, will you—"
he put a hand to stop you, already giving you his hand to place the ring on.
"yes, yes, i do!" screeching like a schoolgirl, he replied.
you placed the ring on his hand that didn't fit at all, hugging him for the extra dramatics.
"which one is leading me to hell or paradise?"
summer smosh games had started, it was 2000s themed, and you had been given the biggest cliche to act in as ever. regina george wannabe, the mean blonde bimbo who is possessive over her ex boyfriend and hates other women.
it was the a clip from the trailer video, a scene where chanse was arguing with olivia about the teacher. he was yelling at her across the classroom, "don't talk to him like that!" which made all of you laugh at him.
the setup was a little different, anthony was standing in front of the classroom, damien standing at the end of it for "watching so they behave" purposes.
you were chewing your gum, twirling hair across your fingers as you looked at your phone when a note made it on your desk.
you scrunched your eyebrows, keeping up with the script that was given to you. you placed your phone on the table, unwrapping the neatly folded paper.
'you look great today! not that you always don't, but i just wanted to say that you look great today too! — shayne topp'
you could feel the nervousness in the writing, as if his hands were shaking as he wrote it.
you looked up from your seat, eyes scanning the front of the classroom for shayne, who was pretending to read his book, glasses up his nose.
he finally caught your eyes, nervously fixing his glasses. you winked at him and blew him a kiss as a thank you. before you could do anything else, damien walked up to you.
"miss y/n, are you passing notes? give that to me."
before you could even protest, damien took the note away from you, reading what was written. he scrunched it up, looking at shayne immideatly.
"detention for you mr. topp."
shayne's mouth fell open in shock, trying to excuse himself. ask why.
but he was just shushed, told to stay quiet and pay attention to class.
when 'class' ended and the bell rang, you got up, walking out of the classroom but not before damien managed to whisper in your ear,
"he's not wrong."
"baby, i can't hurt you, sure, but i'm the jealous type."
it was a smosh mouth episode, specifically "writing our own fan-fiction" one. amanda and angela were chatting about a recent event that angela had seen on tiktok when they were reminded that they had to start filming.
shayne and amanda introduced today's guest and topic, when amanda asked the first opening question to chanse and angela.
"have you ever read a fan-fiction of yourself? or even seen one?"
chanse shook his head, "i have never gone looking for fan-fictions of myself."
angela agreed next to him, "i know there are some of smosh, i have never read them though. no clue where one would even find them."
as the conversations flowed between them about fanfiction, spencer spoke up behind the camera.
"we actually did some research, there are a bunch. maybe half of them being of y/n and damien."
angela's and amanda's jaws dropped, shayne quickly turned his head to spencer, trying to make sure if he just heard it right.
amanda spoke first, "seriously?"
"yeah, and not all of them are PG-13, let me tell you that."
amanda srunched her face up, turning her full body to spencer.
"now, how do you know that, spencer? ellaborate."
while amanda asked, the two people at the table laughed at her response, all of them in a humorous mood except for shayne.
shayne pressed the tongue to the corner of his mouth, trying to hide the scowl before putting on his poker face, but unfortunately for him, the fans had caught the expression anyway.
shayne topp was jealous.
of fan-fiction.
"i'm the jealous type."
you were playing beopardy, answering questions for the "are you smarter than a 5th grader" left and right, when a quite easy question popped up.
shayne took the card off the board, reading it outloud. the phrasing of the question caught you off guard.
"biggest mountain in the world?"
confused, you looked at shayne, but before you could ask if the phrasing was right, because it clearly should've been highest not biggest, damien and ian had both already pressed their buttons.
shayne pointed to ian, letting him answer.
"that will be the everest."
shayne pointed again, a correct ding making it's sound from the side of the room.
"that's correct!"
damien turned to you, curious. "why didn't you press your button, don't tell me you didn't know?" he teased.
you raised your hands to your sides, shrugging with your whole upper body.
"in my defence, the biggest mountain i've seen is those big ass mountains of muscle shayne holds in his arms."
your hand shot to your mouth after you said it, laughter ringing out from the crew.
"oh, my gosh. i'm so sorry, that slipped out."
you met shayne's gaze across the room, still embarrassed. he discreetly winked at you before putting on his reddit moderator act.
"heh— well, what can i say, thank you m'lady."
before going back to reading questions off the board.
you didn't notice the defeated look on damien's face, okay, and yeah, maybe the gym selfie with damien flexing that night was posted on his own story on purpose.
sue him.
you opened the comments on the edit.
user1┆y/n has more control than i ever could
user2┆ik they did it i just cant prove it
user5┆sabrina carpenter paris n2, all i have to say
user3┆can't blame them, have you seen her??
user4┆don't know which one i wanna be more
y/n.l/n┆heh.. about that
user6┆WHAT?????
user7┆chat, she saw this... we're cooked
a/n: i officially listened to jealous type 50 times while writing this, btw. like and reblog if you enjoyed! it helps me know if you fw this type of content.
