#damien haas drabble

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harm's way (damien haas x reader)

requested by @withered-s0u1 "So I love the angst you wrote one damien, can we make it sad again but it's his s/o who protects him from falling equipments or incorrectly placed wires o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o Honestly I LIVE off my favorite people character or otherwise with some angst! Don't forget to drink water “why did you..?” “i told you i’d do anything to keep you safe.”

warnings mentions of injury, bruising, and broken bones, a lil angsty!

hey i do writing prompts! those used in this drabble will be in bold

gif cred belongs to @haasmaxxing

"you shouldn't be back here," you warned damien when he crept into the art area where you were working on the new setup for smosh mouth. you stopped your tools as he just shrugged at you with a smile, stepping over some materials to come stand next to you.

"yeah, but then how would i see you?" he said, giving you a cheesy smile. you rolled your eyes, but leaned in when he went to kiss you, your safety goggles bumping into his face. you both laughed. "how's it going?"

"slow-going, but i always think that's a good thing," you hummed, hands on your hips. "it means we're paying attention to detail. that we actually care how it looks."

"yeah, unlike other sets you work on around here," damien joked, give you a dramatic, wide-eye looked that made you nudge his arm and laugh. he was about to say something else when alex's voice yelled out.

"hey- look out!"

you were at full attention immediately, whipping your gaze to see a portion of the set had been knocked loose by someone before it could be properly secured, one of the heavy metal bars meant to secure the curtains hurtling toward you and damien. in a flash, you were pushing damien out of the way while also trying to knock the bar away, and the heavy metal caught part of your hip before landing on your foot. you swore, quickly snatching your foot from under the weighted bar.

"y/n! i am so sorry!" josie called, rushing toward where you were hopping on your good foot. "i knocked the set on accident--i'm so sorry!"

"i'm good," you huffed out as damien took you in his arms, letting you lean against him as he stared at you in shock. "i'll be good." but the rest of the art crew was now crowded around and the ache started to settle in your foot. you collapsed more into damien, your face twisted in a cringe as tears pricked your eyes.

"okay, don't crowd," erin spoke, breaking through your coworkers and their worried words. she waved everyone off, including a teary-eyed josie, as damien helped you lower to sit on the ground. "it's your foot?"

you nodded, tears unwillingly streaming down your face. "hit my hip, too," you cringed, hand pressing to the side of your leg.

damien was too shocked to speak. fortunately, erin knew what to do, “okay, when you can, take your shoe off so we can take a look. i’ll run and get some ice.” she scurried away and damien squeezed your shoulders wordlessly before moving to gently remove your shoe.

your face twisted in a cringe. damien laid his hand on your knee as he slipped your sock off and you moved your hand to grip his tightly. he squeezed back silently.

fortunately, the hit to your hip had lessened the brutality of the hit to your foot. while you were already bruising, and it was likely that the top of your foot had been fractured, it didn't seem to be anything too serious.

"you should get to urgent care as soon as you can to make sure nothing broke," erin instructed as she handed a small bag of ice to damien. when you went to protest, she said, "seriously, we don't want to be waving this off if it's worse than we think."

you huffed out a sigh as you wiped the tears from your face. “yeah.. okay.” damien pressed a kiss to the side of your head and slipped his arms underneath of you, lifting you easily while being careful of your hip.

“you two take the rest of the day,” erin spoke. “i’ll make sure everyone knows. keep us posted on what the doctor says.”

“thank you, erin,” damien spoke for the first time since you pushed him out of the way.

“you’re holding me like i’m made of glass,” you muttered with a sniff as damien carried you into the office to grab his keys. he just placed another kiss to your head, nodding to his friends as they stared concernedly.

after you had been examined and x-rayed, you were told that your foot had been fractured. they placed you in a boot and prescribed you some pain killers with strict orders of rest and ice. damien held your hand nearly every step of the way.

once you had been discharged and a new pair of crutches were loaded into the backseat, damien sat with his hands on the steering wheel, feeling like his mind was finally recovering from the shock. not even two hours ago he was walking into the set to bug you. but what if he hadn’t been there? would you have been hurt worse had you not been standing there talking to him? or would you have been able to avoid it completely had he not been distracting you?

“are you okay?” you asked quietly, shifting your boot uncomfortably.

if he wasn’t still feeling slightly panicked, damien would’ve laughed at the irony of the question; his very injured partner was asking if he was okay because he was a little ruffled. “yeah, yeah, i’m just.. in shock, i think. that all happened so fast.” you nodded with a tight smile. he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips. “i’m glad nothing’s broken. but, why did you..?”

you looked at damien with a furrowed brow. “what? push you out of the way?” he nodded. “damien, i told you once that i would do anything to keep you safe. that wasn’t an empty promise.” his heart leapt and he leaned forward again to press a longer, sweeter kiss to your lips.

“i’m just worried i distracted you and that’s why you’re hurt,” he spoke honestly. you opened your mouth and he said, “i know, i shouldn’t play the blame game, but i hate that you’re hurt.” you took damien’s hand and squeezed it.

“i know,” you said quietly, “and your concern means the world to me. but, really, don’t blame yourself. i’m around that kind of stuff every day—this was just the unlucky time.” you leaned forward to give him another kiss, squeezing his hand again. “i’ll be alright. now let’s go home so you can cuddle me and i can make you carry me everywhere.”

damien let out a chuckle, squeezing your hand once more as he felt some tension seep from his body. “i’ll be the best nurse you’ve ever had, my girl.” you giggled and he began to back out of the urgent care, placing a hand on the back of your seat as he looked over his shoulder. “besides, way too many people have looked at your feet today. i was starting to feel like i’m not special anymore.” you laughed again and he winked at you.

you may have gotten yourself hurt, but at least damien hadn’t. and you wouldn’t want to have anyone else at your side while you healed.

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𖦹⋆｡˚⋆ฺ the only exception.

↳ TYPE OF WRITING: drabble ↳ CONTENT CREATOR: damien haas from smosh, mentioned shayne topp, spencer agnew, trevor evarts, and courtney miller ↳ SONG REC: the only exception by paramore

"we did some great work today! get some rest, dames. tell [y/n] i said howdy!" shayne's voice was muffled slightly through the phone, but nonetheless damien cheeses the possibly biggest smile known to man.

"will do, man. don't party too hard without me. although, i'm expecting some sort of text from courtney at some ungodly hour saying how you and spence drank too much."

"hey!" the faint voice of spencer almost makes damien jump, but at least he knew now he was on speaker phone, shaking his head with a chuckle.

"love you lot, but i am home now. drink water!" damien parents his friends before hanging up on shayne, sparring him from having to hear any protests. with a sigh, he puts his car in park and turns the car off before deciding to take a moment to just... breath.

he was super excited to be home with his partner, [y/n]. well... unofficial partner... cuddle buddy? situationship even, as he had heard trevor mentioned the other day. damien didn't care for a label. labels were pressed onto society way too much. two people could live together, cuddle, sometimes kiss, and not be a couple. simple as that. [y/n] seemed to enjoy it just as much as damien, and his cats finally had another parent to love on and beg for food. no matter what really happened between him and [y/n], as long as he could still come home to them, he didn't quite care.

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

as damien opened the door to the apartment, it wasn't a surprise only freyja padded to the door to greet her father. zelda always did prefer [y/n]. "hey, sweet girl." he mutters, setting his bag by the door and crouching down to gently scritch behind the cat's ears. he picks up the grey and white feline and quietly follow the noise of what he presumed to be his partner's favorite show. his suspicions were confirmed when he peeked his head into his room to see his sweet black and white cat curled up on [y/n]'s lap, sound asleep.

he couldn't help how his heart swelled at the sight. the form curled up on his bed was covered by the sheets of the bed, tired eyes slowly trailing to where damien stood. the tired eyes shone, and damien swore he could see every star in them. "hey, love." he says lowly, slowly approaching the bed to set freyja down to let the cat join her sister.

"hi, damien."

the sleepy voice made a soft pink blush creep up on his cheeks, sitting on the edge of the bed. his hand reaches out, gently carding his fingers through their hair. [y/n], much akin to a cat, leaned into the touch with a soft smile. they reach for the remote, pausing the show. there was a comfortable silence that fell between them, damien could tell the other was emotionally exhausted. as much as he wanted to whisk them into his arms and shower them in kisses and compliments, to downright worship them and let his emotions spill like a leaky faucet.

but he had to be okay with keeping himself at a distance, to admire form afar.

[y/n] angled their head to look up at damien, simply admiring his features. he was deep in thought, and it made them pout a bit. "what's on your mind, dames?" they say softly, scooting over as their hands slip around his bicep, pulling him to lay down. "you've had a long day. wanna watch something?" the soothing voice of [y/n] made damien blink, before letting a yawn escape his lips, stretching out.

"i was gonna shower... but now that i'm laying here, exhaustion is finally catching up with me." he mumbles, slinging an arm around [y/n]'s middle, pulling them close. the sound of their giggle makes damien angle his head to comfortably look at the other. "you're so breathtaking..." he mutters, and he knows [y/n] hears due to the deep red blush that paints itself over their cheeks.

with a squeal, they hide their face in damien's chest, and damien could stay like this forever. "no, 'm not..." they mutter softly, snuggling closer.

moments like these were damien's favorites. it was selfish, but in damien's perfect dream world, he might have been [y/n]'s only exception to their avoidance of love.

little did he know, he was their only exception.

[raspberry-mochii]

Breath of Fresh Air (Damien Haas x OC)

hi babies :D

i found this lovely drabble prompt list from @creativepromptsforwriting, and i decided to ask siri to pick three random numbers from 1-75 so i could have a couple lines to work into a story with no prior ideas. here's what i got:

56. “What a wonderful surprise.”

74. “There will be an extra fee included.”

75. “Let’s go back. Nothing to do here anymore.”

and under the cut is how i put it all together!! i hope you guys enjoy reading about my lovely oc Larissa Cho! she's my angel, i love her so deeply <3

reblogs are 100% okay!! (tagging @creativepromptfills for this purpose if you wanna reblog no pressure though)

happy reading!!

word count: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing

Dim lights made Larissa squint to see the small drink menu in her hand as she absentmindedly swung her legs back and forth. She only half read the menu and found herself continuing to glance towards the crowd on the dance floor. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes landing unpurposefully on the couple at the end of the bar. She rested her chin in her hand with a sigh, shaking her head only to herself. Why did she agree to let Chanse drag her here to a crowded sweaty club? Easy answer, because she loves him and it’s his birthday, so what he says goes. Why is she here wearing something she hasn’t worn in nearly ten years? Another easy answer. Because today is laundry day and to be frank, she forgot this party was tonight until Angela had asked her at the office if she was going. Larissa looked down at her outfit, a low cut red lace top paired with a tight black miniskirt, and couldn’t help but laugh incredulously. If college me could see me now, she thought, picturing the mid-20s version of herself rambling about how she “knew this would come in handy someday”. She fussed with the hem of her skirt, feeling it riding up as she shifted in her bar stool, pondering over the choice between Jack and Coke, her tried and true, or one of these weird specialty cocktails with a stupid name.

“Larissa!” She snapped back to reality hearing Chanse’s voice cut through the just barely not too loud music. He put a hand on her shoulder, a sloppy grin plastered onto his face. Angela was not far behind him and was also visibly intoxicated, though not quite as far gone as Chanse had appeared. “Girl, why aren’t you on the dance floor with us? You look stunning, you gotta show yourself off!” Chanse lightly shook her shoulder, jostling out a giggle from Larissa as she put her hand on top of his.

“I love you, Chanse, I really do. I also cannot dance while I’m sober. Let me at least get one drink in me before I attempt it in these shoes.” She stuck out her foot from under the bar, showing off her heeled platform boots that had hidden in her closet since her 21st birthday. Chanse and Angela reacted verbally to the shoes, an obvious sign of approval from them both.

“Okay, okay. You’re excused… for now.” Chanse broke into laughter immediately after saying that, blowing Larissa a kiss as he rushed back to the dance floor. Angela stayed with Larissa for just a moment, a bit of concern in her eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay over here by yourself? I don’t want you to feel like you’re being left behind.” Angela asked, her voice sweetened with alcohol induced tenderness. Larissa shook her head, appreciative of her friend looking out for her.

“Ang, I’m okay. Really. I just need to… let my mind relax a little more before I can get out there.” She answered, only telling half of the truth. She got lucky, because Angela appeared to believe her as she nodded and turned to follow Chanse. Larissa exhaled, flagging down the bartender to order a shot. After staring enough at her ex-boyfriend and his new blonde fling across the bar, she realized this could not be a cocktail kind of night for her. She downed the shot of whiskey almost immediately after it was placed in front of her. She winced slightly, taking a sip from her water. She shut her eyes, feeling them being tempted to glance over at him again, and took a deep breath. She wondered if she’d actually feel better on the dance floor with Chanse and Angela. Of course you won’t, you dumbass. You hate crowds more than anything. Larissa nodded to her inner voice, knowing she was right. Guess she’d just have to wait for them to come back, or maybe for someone else to join her.

“Is this seat taken?” Larissa glanced over to see none other than her dear friend, Damien, pointing to the stool next to her. Her face broke into a smile immediately as she stood to pull him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist, tightly enough to make her feel safe. Damien had a habit of being in the right place at the right time, and this time was no different. “I just got in, and you looked lonely. I wanted to join you at least for a little while.”

“I was starting to feel that loneliness, too.” She agreed as she pulled away from the hug, looking Damien right in the eyes. “You are like a breath of fresh air for me right now.” Larissa noticed his eyes flick down and up again, a soft smile on both of their faces. They sat back down, and Larissa started to feel the alcohol rush to her head. Suddenly, she was regretting the shot. Only a little bit, though.

“You look gorgeous, by the way. Where did this outfit come from?” Damien asked, gesturing to Larissa’s college party garb. She let out a loud laugh, shaking her head.

“Don’t judge me too harshly, okay? It’s the only thing I had that was clean, and it’s from my college days.” She answered sheepishly, unable to wipe the embarrassed smile off of her face. Damien cackled in his contagious way, causing Larissa to join in.

“That makes so much sense.” He sighed, coming down from the laughter. “I’m assuming Chanse and Angela left you in the dust on their way to the dance floor?” Damien asked, gesturing to the hyperactive crowd on the far right end of the room. Larissa nodded, taking a breath to try and center herself. “Thought as much. What’s got you feeling out of it? Aside from some alcohol, I’m guessing.” He added, gesturing to the empty shot glass in front of her. Larissa giggled, resting her chin in her hand.

“Only one shot, I haven’t gone too crazy yet.” She took another deep breath, preparing herself to confide in Damien. She’d normally never feel compelled to do that, but her lowered inhibitions made her feel even more comforted by his presence. He always had that effect on her. “I just saw that my ex was here when I came in, and knowing that he’s here is throwing me off more than tonight already would be.”

“Oh, yeah. I get that for sure. I know this place isn’t really your vibe, and it for sure isn’t mine either.” Damien sympathized with her as if it were second nature. “Seeing someone from your past that did you wrong when you’re already feeling overwhelmed makes that so much worse. I’m sorry, man.” He put a comforting hand on her upper back, and she subconsciously leaned into his touch.

“It’s alright. I mean, as long as he doesn’t notice me, right?” She said with a lopsided grin.

“I seriously doubt it. Look how many people there are in this place.” Damien gestured to the dance floor crowd, and a smile broke out onto his face. Larissa turned for a moment to see Angela waving excitedly to Damien. “I’ll be right back, okay? I just wanna go say hi.” Damien patted her shoulder and walked over to Angela. Larissa turned her attention back to her water glass that she’s been nursing, a soft smile still lingering on her face. She felt that familiar fluttering in her chest and pushed it down. She had been fighting her true feelings for Damien for months now, and they have only steadily gotten worse. In addition to that, she hadn’t told anyone about it out of fear that someone would spill her secret and it would get back to him. She refused to risk him finding out too soon. It would hurt her too much if she had to sacrifice their friendship after a confession like that, especially when she has so many unhealed wounds involving relationships.

“Larissa Cho.” Her face dropped as she turned around. God, speaking of unhealed wounds. Adrien McAfferty, the man who shattered her heart after five years together. Larissa felt her face start to burn, and she was suddenly grateful for the amount of makeup she put on that night. “What a wonderful surprise. I never thought I’d see the likes of you somewhere like this.” It felt like his eyes were burning into her face, analyzing her every expression and searching for her weak spots all over again.

“Hi, Adrien.” Larissa responded flatly, trying to make eye contact with the bartender for another shot.

“I’d love to introduce you to my girlfriend, but I don’t know where she ran off to. I’m sure I can find her easily though since she’s so, you know… tall.” She felt her eye twitch instinctively. This is what he’d always do. He’d find her insecurity of the day and poke at it until she broke. Screw him and his proclivity for finding the hole in her confidence and making it bigger. The best that she could do for right now is ignore him. She finally caught the bartender’s attention and ordered a double shot of whiskey without a second thought. “A double? Drinking your worries away again, huh? Seems like nothing has changed with you.” Adrien leaned up on the bar to her right, and she could see him staring her down in her peripheral vision. She downed that double shot as soon as it was put down, and she finally turned to face him.

“I’ll have you know that a lot has changed in my life, Adrien. I don’t give a fuck about your ‘super tall’ girlfriend, okay? I have a boyfriend of my own, and I don’t wanna hear you try to make me jealous right now.” Larissa spoke before she could think, and her mouth snapped shut immediately after the sentence left her mouth. Boyfriend? What boyfriend? She didn’t have anything close to a boyfriend. She hadn’t even gone on a proper date since Adrien left her, but there’s no going back now. She had to ride out the lie to make it out of the conversation the most unscathed.

“Oh, boyfriend, huh? Is he here tonight? I’d love to meet him and see how much you’ve downgraded since we were together.” Adrien hissed, a snooty lilt in his voice that grated against Larissa’s eardrums. She paused, glancing around and trying to come up with a convincing lie. Maybe she could say he went home early, he wasn’t feeling well. Maybe she doesn’t know where he went either, and she could guess the bathroom. Maybe…

“I’m right here.” A low voice chimed in, coupled with an arm around Larissa’s shoulders. She inhaled sharply, her face flushing all over again. She felt the warmth of his hand against her skin and her heart skipped a beat. Damien, my savior once again. “I’m sorry, who are you and why are you asking about me?” Adrien’s eyes widened slightly, actually seeming taken aback. Larissa’s eyes were firmly locked on Damien’s straight face, feeling that fluttering in her chest again. Her intoxication made it all the more clear; she was horribly in love.

“Oh, I just… I’m an old friend of Larissa’s from school! I was trying to, y’know, catch up with her or whatever.” Adrien backpedaled, causing Damien to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Larissa turned her attention to Adrien and instantly recognized his expression. He was scared. Damien was actually intimidating to him. Not the most surprising thing in the world. She knew Adrien was all bark and no bite, and Damien did have that dark, mysterious look to him.

“No, man, I heard what you said to my girl.” Damien’s voice was gruffer than usual, and his grip around her shoulders tightened slightly. My girl. Those words echoed in Larissa’s head over and over again. Was this a dream? She had to be dreaming. “No one is going to insult my girlfriend and get away with it like that. You can leave us the hell alone.” Larissa was too busy soaking in the moment to notice that Damien had leaned down to whisper in her ear. “If you want to leave, say the word.” She jumped slightly, a shiver running down her spine as a smirk appeared on her lips. The way he was speaking to and about her had boosted her confidence tenfold.

“Yeah, let’s go back. There’s nothing to do here anymore.” Larissa responded, glaring directly at Adrien with that second part. Damien offered his hand to her as she stood up from her stool. She stood on shaky legs, almost falling into Damien. He wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her as they walked out of the club, leaving Adrien standing there like an idiot, jaw dropped. As soon as they left the building, Larissa let out a huge sigh, falling even further into Damien’s body.

“Woah, I got you. It’s okay.” He reassured her, steadying her further by reaching out to grab her hand. Larissa started to giggle, finally coming to the realization. That wasn’t a dream. That was real. “I’m gonna text Chanse and let him know that we left. Don’t want them to worry.” She rested her head on his upper arm. He looked down at her and matched her content expression. “You seem to be feeling better.”

“Damien… you really saved me. Thank you so much. I love you.” Damien blinked, shocked at her out of the blue confession. Larissa was unfazed, wrapping her arms around his bicep. “You’re, like, literally my savior. I’m so fucking grateful for you, today and every day. You're so… perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you're just a dream.” His mouth began to stretch into a dumbfounded smile as she finally started to snap out of her brain fog. “Holy shit… did I just say that all out loud?” Her genuinely shocked expression made Damien burst into giggles.

“Yes, you did.” He responded, and she subsequently buried her face further into his bicep in embarrassment. He patted her head sweetly. “Please don’t feel embarrassed! That was really sweet!” He was answered by a half hearted groan which made him laugh again.

“I just… fuck it. Damien, let me tell you something.” Larissa blurted out. He turned to face her, and she felt the nerves bubble up again when his eyes met hers. His eyes were so kind, so captivating. She shook her head slightly to focus her mind again. “I… when I said ‘I love you’ just now… I meant it more seriously than you might think.” She shut her eyes as she kept talking, scared of the reaction she might see. “I’ve been trying to hide it for months now, and I can’t anymore. I really, really like you. You’ve always been so kind to me and treated me with nothing short of respect, and my god, are you attractive.” Damien couldn’t help but blush at that comment, unable to wipe the smile off of his face. “You are genuinely all I’ve ever wanted in a partner, and tonight just solidified how much I want that to be a reality. So… I don’t know…” She trailed off, slowly opening her eyes back up to see a flush faced and grinning Damien in front of her. That had to be a good sign, right?

“Well… this works out nicely, doesn’t it?” Damien finally responded, a soft smile on his face as he wrapped his arm back around her waist. He moved his face slightly closer to hers and paused just a few inches away. “May I?” He asked in a hushed tone, answered instantly by Larissa’s excited nod. His other hand reached around to tip her chin up as his lips met hers in a tender kiss. The fluttering feeling came back into Larissa’s chest, and this time, she let it happen. It was everything either of them had ever dreamed of. They were intoxicated by each other, not wanting to end this magical moment. When they finally pulled back from it, she grinned up at him, sending them both into a fit of giddy laughter. “I guess that tells you pretty clearly how I feel.” Damien said sheepishly.

“It absolutely did.” Larissa replied, not wanting to take her eyes off of him. They started walking towards the parking lot, Damien’s arm pulled tightly around Larissa’s waist while her arms stayed entangled around his. “So… does this mean you can be my actual boyfriend now?”

“Hm, I don’t know. If that’s what you want, there would be an extra fee included.” Damien teased, winking at her. She rolled her eyes at his flirty joke.

“And what would that extra fee be, my dear?” Larissa asked sweetly, already knowing the answer to her own question. As they closed the distance between their lips once more, their brains conjured up the exact same thought.

Finally.

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Shayne had sat in the corner booth, tucked away with headphones on as he stared at his laptop screen.

He'd been working on a script for a bit You were quick to greet him, grinning across the counter at him. "What's up, Shan-ye?" You chuckled as his eyes rolled.

He might've been a little pissed when Damien had used the nickname in front of you, expecting you would adopt the nickname just like everyone else had.

"l'm disappointed in you, you're just like everyone else." Shayne laughed when your eyes widened, placing your hand over your heart.

"I'm so sorry, never do it again. Pinky promise!" You smiled brightly, proudly presenting your finger to him.

Shayne felt the blush crawling across his cheeks as he raises his hand, twisting your pinkies together quickly.

"Okay, now can I order?"

You quirked an eyebrow, Shayne's hands quickly going up in surrender as he chuckles. "Same one?" You questioned, a smile on your face as you rang the order in. Shayne nods sheepishly.

You quickly go through your favorite routine, doing this almost daily. You finish up with another smiley face on the lid, almost becoming a signature for you. Shayne looked confused, brows furrowed and head tilted, as he looked back at you.

"I didn't pay?" He was quick to question, missing the deep red your cheeks become as he searched his pockets for his wallet. He'd become accustomed to the fresh pastries you slip him, giving up on arguing with you over your generosity.

"No, it's a refill, Shayne."

"Oh," Shayne nods, stuffing his cash back into his pocket. "I didn't know you guys give free refills."

"We don't." You grinned, winking at him before you dart quickly into the back. You didn't alow any chance for him to argue or question you anymore.

You can't believe he caught you. Shayne almost lost it, he couldn't believe how fucking sweet you are. He wanted to skip to the part in his life where he'd wake up next to you every morning.

The man turned, heading back to his seat. He couldn't focus anymore, everything circled back to you.

Shayne slowly worked it out, convincing himself that this was just a friendly gesture.

That's all.

"Bye, Shayne!" You called as you passed his table, waving softly.

"Bye!" He mirrored you, sighing softly as you left. He was so fucked.

[foliea]

What Can I Say - Damien Haas Drabble

Heres another drabble this one is for Damien Haas and its based on 34 from this post

34 - “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

There was a rapid knock at my door. I groggily got up and slugged to the door. I pulled it open to reveal a shaking Damien. “What are you doing here?” I tried rubbing the ssleep from my eyes to no advail.

“So, I- I uh. Well, You uh see...” He stuttered clearly embaressed by whatever had brought him to my aparment at this hour. “I had a nightmare and the onlything i could think to do was to come here and ask you to cuddle with me.” he rushed out.

“You. You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” I asked dumbfounded.

he looked down and fiddle with his fingers. he opened his mouth a bit but was never able to get any words out, so instead he meekly nodded. 

I pulled the door open a bit more and dragged him in. we walked to my room and collapsed on my bed.

“C’mon loser you wanted to cuddle.”

[brontescmplx]

@crowsiin​ sent: Mother/parents for the drabble? uvu

Send me something to drabble about

They had escaped. All four of them. Karl, Nikolai, Ethan, and Rose. Four people now just trying to live their life while on the run as bioweapons. Really, it wasn’t too bad. Maybe an alibi here and there, but they fled away from the Romanian village to somewhere more... normal. A large city, where people mingled and no one was all too different.

It wasn’t too far from his hometown, actually.

“I’m going out for a while, don’t know when I’ll be back.”

He didn’t take a no for an answer. He wasn’t even asking for permission.

It wasn’t much of a trip. His town wasn’t far off, but it was still a little difficult trying to understand the train times and things for public transit. Weird how technology had changed so much, he thought. He didn’t dwell long on it, though, as soon he was there and he got off the train.

It had started to rain and thunder, autumn in the area brought a lot of rain. Nothing he didn’t mind, though. His body absorbed the static in the air from the lightning that came and crackled in the clouds. It gave him more energy.

He entered the gate and looked around the place from the entrance. His footsteps gave small splashes in the quickly-gathering puddles. He had his coat on, but no hat. No, the hat was always Karl’s thing. He just didn’t want his clothes to be drenched, especially since he would be taking the train back. He looked at the worn names upon stone as he tried to search.

Then he found her.

Holly Margaret Adkins-Haas October 14th, 1940 - November 10th, 1967 God bless a mother that loved her child.

He also found him, too.

Markus Damien Haas June 23rd, 1935 - December 26th, 1971 Loving father to one son.

He sighed and sat down to their graves, putting down a small bag. He took out a scraper, and started scraping off the moss on his mother’s gravestone.

“Hi, mom. Sorry for not visiting sooner. ...I think you’d understand, though. But I’ll do you a favor, okay?”

The rain helped wash away some of the dirt and grime, along with the cleaning brush the boy used. And soon her stone was much more readable, and cleaner. He started to do the same to his father’s grave.

“...I’m sorry for stressing you when you were alive, father. But, hey, Karl and Ethan are alright. I think you would’ve liked them. Rose is... well, she’s something. She’s a good kid. Still just a baby though.”

Soon, he was finished. He stood as the lightning slammed the ground not too far away, hitting the pavement. It made him jump, but he smiled nonetheless.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get out of your hair.”

He put the scraper in the bag and the brush, soaked with rain. He looked back to the two stones with a smile.

“And... thank you. I hope I made you proud at some point in my life, if not for anything I did recently.”

Nikolai left for home, a weight on his shoulders seeming to be lifted.

[until-theend-oftheline]

100 Drabbles to Say I love You

Okay so first of credit to this list which is the one I am using for this -  I’m doing this because I tend to work a lot on series whenever I have time which also means I don’t post nearly as much as I used too. Well that and I am busy all the time and have been struggling with a writers block. Though I got a feeling these might help that. 

I want you guys to request a pairing for each of these. There is no timeline on when I will get any of them done. I might post one tonight or it might take a year before I get to yours. I all depends on what inspires me when. When someone requests a pairing I will add it to the prompt and that prompt will be taken - just to be clear it’s me who is eventually gonna write these. It isn’t a challenge. 

I am open to write for both SPN and MCU and you can chose between the pairings listed under the cut just before the prompts. Just send me an ask with your request. If you send me the request off anon you will be tagged whenever I post the drabble. 

SPN Characters x Reader: Dean and Cas

MCU Characters x Reader: Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Clint and Sam. 

SPN Ships: Destiel (willing to do this poly with reader too), Deonna, Saileen.

MCU Ships: Stucky (willing to do this poly with reader too), Winterhawk (willing to do this poly with reader too), Winterwidow, Winterwitch, Winterfalcon (only as poly with a reader), Steggy, Clintasha

RPF x Reader: Jensen Ackles, Danneel Ackles, Misha Collins, Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans. 

RPF Ships: Cockles (only as poly with reader), Evanstan (only as poly with reader) and Jenneel (willing to do this poly with reader as well as just the ship)

As a little something extra, I am also willing to write Jefferson from Ouat ;)

Prompts

“Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.” - Dean Winchester x Reader for @becs-bunker 

“It reminded me of you.”

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

“Come here.  Let me fix it.” - Winterhawk for Anon

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Take my seat.”

“I saved a piece for you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You can have half.” - Dean Winchester x Reader for @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” - Steve Rogers x Reader for @patzammit

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Can I have this dance?”

“I made your favourite.”

“It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Watch your step.”

“Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“You can borrow mine.”

“You might like this.”

“It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.” - Chris Evans x Reader for @blacktithe7

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.” - Sebastian Stan x Reader for @jhangelface0523

“Look both ways.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.” - Steve Rogers for @beardburnsupersoldiers

“Try some.”

“Drive safely.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“One more chapter.” - Damien Haas x Reader

“Don’t worry about me.” 

“It looks good on you.” - Sam Wilson x Reader for @jewels2876

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” - Winterhawk for @doyouknowwhoiam2 

“That’s okay, I bought two.”

“After you.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I like your laugh.” - Bucky Barnes x Reader for @jhangelface0523

“Don’t cry.”

“I made this for you.” -  Sebastian Stan x Reader for @blacktithe7

“Go back to sleep.”

“Is this okay?”

“I picked these for you.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“What do you want to watch?”

“You can go first.”

“Did you get my letter?” - Jensen Ackles x Reader for @percywinchester27

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“I think you’re beautiful.” -  Chris Evans x Reader for Anon

“Are you sure?”

“Have fun.”

“Sit down, I’ll get it.”

“I made reservations.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“There is enough room for both of us.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Wow.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I’ll pick it up after work.”

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“It’s two sugars, right?”

“I’ll help you study.”

“Stay over.”

“I did the dishes.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“I bought you a ticket.”

“You’re warm.” - Sebastian Stan x Reader for Anon

“No reason.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Take mine.”

“We can share.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I want you to have this.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“Is your seatbelt on?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.” - Sam Wilson x Reader for @niall2017

“The key is under the mat.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re important too.”

“I saved you a seat.” - Jenneel x Reader for @sorenmarie87

“I’ll see you later.”

“I noticed.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I believe in you.”

“You can do it.”

“Good luck.”

“I brought you an umbrella.” - Chris Evans x Reader for @blacktithe7

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Take a deep breath.” - Sebastian Stan x Reader for @doyouknowwhoiam2 

“Be careful.”

 “I love you.”

[fandomlit]

gif cred belongs to @haasmaxxing

requested by @withered-s0u1 "Can I request an angst for Damien from smosh still pining over his ex gf who started has moved on from him? Using these two prompts “are you jealous?” “i don’t care what they do, they can hang out with whoever they want.” “right. even if it’s (name)?” “come again?" You can choose who they move on with ♡(>ᴗ•)"

o hey i do writing prompts! those used in this imagine will be in bold

imagine damien haas still pining over you after you break up

damien knows he has no right to feel the way he does. he broke up with you after all.

but three weeks later, watching you laugh with your friends so casually at your desk, like he wasn't even missing from the equation, had his chest burning in way he wasn't used to. after a year of him lingering around your desk, shouldn't you look even a little bothered that he wasn't standing behind you, hands on your shoulders as angela pitched you something completely unfathomable?

he didn't realize how hard he was staring until a hand waved in front of his face. he blinked a few times, looking up to see shayne pulling a nearby chair up to damien's desk, offering him a half smile and a cup of tea. damien took it gratefully, happy for the distraction, even if his eyes were already darting back to your nearby area.

"how you feeling, buddy?" shayne asked, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. damien hated the pity in his tone, no matter how slight.

he shrugged, turning fully away from the direction of your desk. "fine."

shayne just sighed again, looking at the group. "are you jealous?"

damien tried to scoff casually, but it sounded more like a choke to his own ears. "no, no."

shayne looked over at him, still sporting that half-smile. "it's okay if you are. they're your friends too. it's weird to navigate."

in an attempt to gain control of the situation, to try and stop shayne from going all psychology major on him, damien blurt out, "i don't care what she does. she can hang out with whoever she wants."

"even if it's spencer?"

"come again?" damien's gaze snapped up to shayne before it snapped to the group again, where spencer had now joined, leaning on your desk with his arms crossed as he spoke to everyone.

"listen," shayne spoke, more seriously than he had heard him in a long time, and deliberately staring damien in the eyes, "i love you, man, and i want what's best for you. but you're making yourself miserable comparing how you're doing to how she is." damien let out a sigh out through his nose. "maybe you need to reconsider why you broke up with her if you seem more miserable now than you were before." shayne stood. "it's okay if you made a mistake, but you need to tell her now.." his gaze trailed back over to the group and damien followed his line of sight to where spencer was grinning at you as you spoke. "before someone else reaps the benefits."

damien was so lost in his head that he didn't notice shayne had walked away until minutes later.

[randomfandomimagine]

Youtubers Masterlist

*️⃣ I currently don’t write for this fandom anymore

💫 AU | 🖤 Angst | 💚 Angst With A Happy Ending | 🎄 Christmas | 🐻 Familial | 🌟 Fave | 💛 Fluff | 🎁 Gift | 🎃 Halloween | 💙 Hurt / Comfort | 👤 No Reader Insert | 🌼 Platonic | 🌈 Pride | 🎵 Songfic | 💕 Soulmate AU | ❗ Trigger Warning | 💘 Valentine’s Day

CRANKGAMEPLAYS

Ethan Nestor

Drabbles

Never Far Away 💙

JACKSEPTICEYE

Séan McLoughlin

Headcanons

Dating Séan McLoughlin

Prompts

“Sometimes I get bad thoughts” ❗

“Aw, you’re cuddling Sam? That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Stop being so cute, I’m trying to be mad at you!”

“If you want to set a Christmas surprise for me, don’t post about it!”

“Septiplier isn’t real, but we are”

“Is that a challenge I feel comin’ on?”

“Sing for me, please?”

Oneshots

Reading Your Comments 💛

Fire Alarm 🐻

MARKIPLIER 

Mark Fischbach

Headcanons

Dating Mark Fischbach

Prompts

“That’s a terrible idea!” “Hold on, I’ll get the camera”

“Dying from laughter is a figure of speech, Y/N!”

Oneshots

Cutieplier 💚

A Dream Come True 💛

Yancy

Ficlets

Happy And Free

Headcanons

Dating Yancy

Wilford Warfstache

Aesthetics

Wilford Warfstache + Love Core

PHANDOM

Phil Lester / AmazingPhil

Headcanons

Dating Phil Lester  

Oneshots

I Could Never Be Mad at You

Sleepy 💛

Kiss The Cook 💛

The Evil Plan

Close Your Eyes

I’m Sorry!

A Sleepless Night 💛

Dan Howell / danisnotonfire

Headcanons

Dating Dan Howell

Dan With A Youtuber S/O

Long Distance Relationship With Dan  

Dan’s Tall S/O

Prompts

“Aw, cheer up, love!”

Oneshots

Payback Challenge 💛

The Letter 💛

Just You And Me

You’re My Favourite

Jealous

Cheer You Up 💙

Surprises 💛

Liveshow // Part 2: Callback 💛

Misc

Preferences

How They Cuddle You

Nightmares

They Comfort You When You’re Upset

Early Mornings

Headcanons

Dating Dan And Phil

Dating Dan Being Phil’s Sister

Living With Dan And Phil

Prompts

“No more of this damn game!”

“Make one more pun and I swear to God…”

“It’s all my fault, I’m supposed to help you”

“Omg, I’m literally lauging so hard I’m cry… I mean crafting”

Oneshots

Whisper Challenge

Smile [Polyamorous] 💙

RHPC

Misc

Prompts

“They’re even funnier than you. I mean, it’s not hard, have you heard their jokes?”

SMOSH

Damien Haas

Headcanons

Dating Damien Haas

Prompts

”Excuse me, I’m looking for Y/N? Really beautiful person”

Oneshots

Purrfect 💛

More Important 💛

Shayne Topp

Prompts

“I… I’m just bummed out…”

Courtney Miller

Ficlets

High Crush 💛

Mari Takahashi

Headcanons

Dating Mari Takahashi

Anthony Padilla

Prompts

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Misc

Ficlets

Worried Sick [Shayne & Damien] 💙

Oneshots

You’re Stupid [Shayne & Damien] 💙💛

MISC

Headcanons

Christmas Proposal [Various] 🎄

Prompts

“She died doing what she loved,     swearing profusely” [Mark, Jack & Pewds]

“You’re dating my sister?!” “Surprise?” [Mark & Jack]

Oneshots

Trés Jolie  [Jack, Mark & Pewds]

Try Not To Laugh [Jack & Mark] 💙

[okay-j-hannah]

Damien Haas Masterlist

Damien Haas 💙💜

Buy Me a Coffee?

~

Multishot

Fight or Flight: It’s normally some of the most important decisions that cause that instinctual fight or flight response, and when it comes to deciding if you’re in love or not… do you fight for it? Or fly from it?

Yes or No: Going along with the plan, you and Damien pretend to be a couple for the evening - soon finding it difficult not to wish it a permanent arrangement

~

No Heartbeat: The love a parent has for their child is unimaginable; something that’s profound even if you haven’t met the baby yet… something that lingers even if you never do

The Trimester Race: Have you ever wanted something so bad that it physically pains you that it’s not there? Can you imagine the feeling once it finally is?

Fingers Around My Thumb: They say there are few milestones that a person can experience in their lifetime that stay with them forever... I do believe this will be one of those days.

~

Friendship Test: The balance of your friendship doesn’t depend on whether Damien’s cats like you or not, right?

Relationship Test: Damien wanted to add another girl into his life, making it the geese and you, but whether you would agree to that was an entirely different question

~

Synonyms For Home: At one point you’re going to have to stop running away from every potential relationship; there’s more to life than just stressing about it

Homeward Bound: It is incredibly evident that Damien can’t take his eyes off of you while he does his stream with Shayne, but after being sent out for being a distraction, you watch on your phone as a few blushes and giggles are pointed out by the fans

~

Like An Old Married Couple: The amount of bickering that happens between you two every morning is incredible, especially at how flustered it gets Damien

We Have To End Up Together: The pressure to do something about this crush has got Damien more distraught than ever, possibly invoking the sincere side of you

Fic

A Valentine’s Day Reveal: Damien’s first Winter Games was proving to be much steamier despite the cold, a possible Valentine’s Day game springing up the first recorded kiss with his girlfriend

Any Objections?: Taking the teasing one step further, Damien demands a Smosh and Order on the grounds of possible minor cheating, solely to see your reaction

Been Engaged: It’s Real Girlfriend vs Work Boyfriend as Damien sits in the hot seat with the biggest bombshell question to make any viewer instantly quake in their seats

The Cute One: Guest starring on Smosh Pit was every bit as fun as you hoped, maybe even a little romantic as a certain Damien Haas flirted during the entire game

The Vague Truth: You’re practically one of the fam as you visit your brother Wes and his friends on filming sets - subconsciously developing a flirty relationship with one Damien Haas

Then The Butterflies: You’ve never had much luck with the guys, never honestly being in love and, at this point, maybe not even knowing what having feelings is - Damien volunteers to teach you what loving someone is like, unknowingly revealing his biggest secret towards you

My Sweet: Normally it’s the sweet and simple things that make you happy - a kind of happy that makes it all worth it in the end

Just a Dream (AU!SIREN READER): Doomed with separate lives, but dreaming of something similar, you save an intriguing sailor from a Siren feeding frenzy - knowing the consequences of being caught to be dire

Prompt

Desperate Wingman: Damien is distraught and talking to Shayne about the date you just landed; but being fed up with the constant talk about the crush, Shayne delivers the ultimate endgame scenario

Exposed: Keeping your relationship a secret has been incredibly taxing while filming, so when a kiss is accidentally filmed and sent to editing, do you run to delete the content or release it for the fandom to see?

The Badass Fever: Being married meant in sickness and in health - even for the stubborn, feverish, professional gameplay hitman of a wife Damien’s got

The Sick Front: Sicky boy Damien is too busy avoiding being a burden that he almost misses an opportunity to get closer to you - luckily the SG members are a bunch of hard-hitting homies

Under the Influence: Why did it have to be that the one time Damien decides to kiss you he ends up being drunk?

Unconscious and Uncoordinated: Have you ever heard the term ‘I’ve fallen for you’? Well, sometimes it’s quite literally!

My Life is a Mess Without You: Damien just didn’t get it - what could he have done that would make you ignore him for so long?

Stains and Sleepovers: Frustrated that you’d scare Damien away with making a forward move, you end up getting into a drunken fit at a bar, enlisting the help of just the boy you wanted to see

Took My Breath Away: You are determined to use your sarcasm to keep everyone away, but something life altering about an accident and this boy Damien decides to change your plans

A Doomsday Date (AU!APOCALYPSE): Your home destroyed and many of your friends gone, the one thing that keeps you smiling in this desolation is dating the man of your dreams - and looking good while doing it

Drabble

First Time For Everything: Drinking games have the funny knack for revealing some sensitive information

Game. Set.: Voicing a wish to pick up dating again, Damien unknowingly presented Shayne with the task of smoothly setting his friend up on a date

Twitch Secrets: Twitch streams were made for content creators and fans - but who knew it could also secretly record blackmail?

College Blues: New job, new city, still in college - you find comfort in your role models at Smosh, confiding in and teaming with Damien to relieve stress

[okay-j-hannah]

Twitch Secrets

Smosh : Drabble

Damien x Reader

Word Count: 1103

Warnings: Dames being a beautiful little bastard, but we think that’s cute 😂

Request: “Hi! I have a couple of ideas for requests!! I thought I’d share and if you like them great! And if not no biggie :)!! 1. You and Damien twitch streaming together and humming along to the same song turns into a duet” - Anon

A/N: Twitch streams were made for content creators and fans - but who knew it could also secretly record blackmail? 

(That scruff BABEEEE)

Damien started skipping through his Spotify playlist, trying to find a new song while going through his Q&A.

“I don’t know what I’m feeling at the moment,” he hummed, flickering his eyes to the constant stream of Twitch comments, “Oh, gotta love some Bowie. Grande too, great suggestions guys.”

He grinned, hitting skip until he landed on Meghan Trainor, “Oh – I think this is it.”

Immediately you could hear Marvin Gaye with Charlie Puth play in the background, Damien singing a few notes before returning to the chat.

“Alright, next question: ‘How’s (Y/N) doing?’” he laughed, checking his phone again, “I noticed people asking where (Y/N) was. She’s actually on her way back from work; don’t worry, she’ll get on Twitch soon.”

Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on. You got the healing that I want. Just like they say it in the song.

He laughed, realizing he was singing more than he was answering questions, “Sorry guys, moving on: ‘Can I get an invitation to your wedding with (Y/N)?’ Well…”

He started giggling, running a hand through his hair, “There’s not a wedding in the near future, but when it happens…” He couldn’t contain the smile from appearing on his face, reading the immediate burst of comments:

“You’re getting married!?”

“He said when they get married, right? Not if?”

“I 100% support this decision.”

“(Y/N) Haas does have a nice ring to it.”

“This is going to be bigger than PewDiePie and Marzia!”

“Where’s the engagement ring at?”

“Okay, okay – guys,” he snickered, “You’re going to have to be subtle about this. I don’t want (Y/N) suspecting the proposal right before it happens.”

The song suddenly changed to Like I’m Gonna Lose You – a real favorite that caught Damien’s attention immediately.

I found myself dreaming, in silver and gold. Like a scene from a movie, that every broken heart knows.

Damien bopped his head, muttering the words to the song, “Alrighty – it looks like… the chat has been overrun with my wedding plans.” He laughed, scratching at his scruff and feeling his cheeks go warm, “Okay, okay, but this is top secret information. I may or may not have gone ring shopping with Shayne in the last couple of weeks.”

He eagerly stared at the comment section, watching it blow up once more with crazed reactions.

But suddenly he whipped his head to the side, hearing the front door open, “Guys, (Y/N)’s here, we have to hush up about this proposal stuff.”

He quickly started humming the song again, attempting to change the subject as he heard rustling in the kitchen.

Wherever we’re standing, I won’t take you for granted. ‘Cause we’ll never know when, when we’ll run out of time.

(Y/N) eventually came sidling into the bedroom, dropping her bag onto the bed and pressing power on her own computer next to Damien’s. Starting to hum the song, she leaned over and gave him a kiss, smiling.

“How’s your day been?”

He grinned back, clearing his desktop screen of the livestream, “Pretty alright, but you know it always gets better once you’re here.”

She laughed, putting a few things away and starting to sing the song Damien was humming, “In the blink of an eye, just a whisper of smoke. You could lose everything; the truth is you never know.”

Damien turned to his camera, putting a finger to his lips as if telling his audience to be quiet. He flashed a smile, turning slightly to listen to (Y/N) more. She never really sang no matter how many times he’d tell her he loved it.

“So I’ll kiss you longer baby. Any chance that I get, I’ll make the most of the minutes and love with no regrets.”

She wandered over to Damien and threw her arms around his shoulders, singing into his ear before brushing his chin towards her and giving him a kiss.

“Let’s take our time to say what we want. Here’s what we got before it’s all gone. ‘Cause no, we’re not promised tomorrow.”

She continued to stay wrapped around Damien, swaying side to side while pressing more kisses along his jaw and face, making him giggle. A newfound blush coursed his cheeks, knowing that the Twitch chat would be screaming at this right now.

“So I’m gonna love you, like I’m gonna lose you.”

He finally joined in, turning to gaze at her and falling into a nice harmony with her voice, “I’m gonna hold you, like I’m saying goodbye. Wherever we’re standing, I won’t take you for granted. ‘Cause we’ll never know when, when we’ll run out of time.”

He was caught up in her gaze as they sang, leaning in for another quick kiss before she bounced away to turn on her own Twitch account.

Damien snickered silently, looking at his camera and playing up the embarrassed look on his face. He flickered his eyes to (Y/N) dancing behind him, still singing the chorus to the song. He quietly dragged his livestream back onto the screen, taking note of the frenzy the comments had turned into.

(Y/N) finally sat down, rolling around in her chair, “So are we gonna do a Q&A today?”

“Oh, we’re definitely doing a Q&A,” Damien replied, still attempting to contain more laughs.

“What is so funny?” she gazed at him clueless.

He returned her stare, finding adoration filtering in, “You know I love it when you sing.”

She rolled her eyes, pushing herself towards him, “And you know I think it’s really embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We have it on video now.” He shrugged his shoulders towards the group chat as he snuck a look at (Y/N).

She deadpanned at him, turning her head towards his screen, “Are you…? You’ve got to be kidding me.” She jumped from her chair, bouncing around behind him, “Are you serious right now?”

Damien started laughing, clapping his hands together, “Come on, honey. This is a safe place.”

“You’re streaming! Right now? You little…” she bounded back to him. Playfully punching his shoulders and smacking the back of his head. “I outta skip this stream because of you.”

He continued to giggle, but grabbed onto her wrists to stop her flailing, “I didn’t make you sing; you did that all yourself!”

She finally calmed down, giving him a smirk, “You beautiful bastard.”

“What can I say?”

“So, this has been recording this entire time? What are they…?” she peered over his shoulder to find the chat, “Wait a minute.”

He maneuvered his headphones, taking in her face as she was so close to him.

“What are they talking about? You went ring shopping!?”

~~~

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All’s Fair in Love and Nerf War

Supernatural : Drabble

Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1148

Warnings: Just the cuddles and a fluffy moosey boi... and a little break from the overflow of Damien Haas fics I’ve posted 😂 I’ll try to continue giving a bit of everything - but I’m still thrilled about all requests I’ve gotten ❤

A/N: When Sam is desperate for his snuggle time, you’re not so willing to give them to him with out some fight  

“I don’t think you understand my need for snuggles right now,” Sam pleaded, dragging feet behind (Y/N).

She smirked, practically skipping down the hallway, “And I don’t think you understand that you need to earn snuggles from me.”

He stopped in his tracks and put a hand through his tangled hair, “Can’t me being your boyfriend justify enough?”

(Y/N) paused in her steps as well, turning her socked feet around and towards her towering partner, basically creaking her neck in the process, “Where’s the fun in that?” She reached both hands up to cradle his face and pull it down to her level – then she gave him a sweet and lingering kiss.

He fluttered his eyes closed but earned a swift smack to the forehead as (Y/N) ran and rounded the corner. He grimaced and shook his head at her bounds of laughter.

“You’re gonna pay for that.”

“With snuggles!” she yelled back, “But only if you can catch me.”

The giant Winchester heaved his already tired limbs into a jog as he followed her laughs down the next hallway, “(Y/N)?” he questioned, checking into familiar rooms as he passed, “Where are you?”

A sudden ding on the back of his head caused him to spin around, catching a glimpse at the small red nerf bullet that lightly crashed onto the ground. Staring at it in puzzlement, he didn’t catch the next one before it pelted into his chest, “What the…”

(Y/N) giggled as she shot another bullet, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re starting to cramp my style, Winchester. You’ve already let your girlfriend shoot you three times without so much as a block. That’s kind of embarrassing.”

Her sarcastic scoff made his heart flutter, and send a mischievous grin to grow on his face, “And you’ve already failed to realize that I’m going to beat you, (Y/L/N).”

She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes, producing another nerf gun from behind her back and sliding it across towards Sam, “Let’s see how desperate you are for snuggles.”

He met the gun halfway and cocked the loading dock, “You have no idea, sweetheart.”

She practically shrieked as she attempted to get away from his aim, running across the hall into the library, tipping over the research table. Sam didn’t even hesitate as he waited right outside the doorway before having a brief shooting match that led to (Y/N) rolling to the side and up the stairs to the kitchen.

Sam skidded to a halt on his slippery socks and aimed his nerf gun as (Y/N) pelted another bullet, hitting his knee and stomach.

“Gotcha again, ha!”

He couldn’t help but feel his heart hammer at her beautiful laugh, “Lucky shot.” He pulled the trigger multiple times at her speeding figure, managing to hit her a few times in the back and head.

She rounded once more down the hallway, giggles and heavy breaths trailing the way. She practically fell on her face when she sharply turned into the next room, hiding behind a bookshelf and reloading her weapon. She knew she was almost out of bullets.

“(Y/N)? Where’d you go?” Sam asked, coming into the still room cautiously with his gun raised at his shoulder, “I’ve got some demands that need to be met.”

With lightning reflexes, he flew around the bookshelf and found (Y/N) with her gun loosely in her grasp. Swiftly hitting her hand, she was now weaponless and helpless.

“What are you gonna do now?” he smirked at her breathlessness, but there was no fear in her gaze.

She bit her lip and gave him a glowered gaze before pouncing. She managed to shock him still as she somehow crawled around his torso to his back and laughed in his ear, “Who’s the shortie now, huh?” She ruffled his hair and kept her arms around his neck, “You’re no match for me, Sammy boy.”

He flailed his arms for a minute but he took his chance to catch her by the lips and she loosened her grip. Before long she pulled away and saw the slight disappointment in his eyes at his empty embrace.

“Follow me, moose.”

He sighed through his nose but wasn’t about to give up so easily. With his nerf gun by his side he followed her once again down the hallways until they reached the living room. She stood with her back facing him and he didn’t hesitate to unleash the rest of his bullets on her figure.

“I got you.”

Then she began to run away, and he wasn’t about to have that.

He quickened his step as he threw his empty gun aside and went to tackle her, pulling her into his arms by the waist, emitting a squeal from her laughing state, “You have nowhere to go – I won fair and square.”

She finally stopped her squirming and let him maneuver her in his hold until she was in a bridal style, “I let you win, Sam. Why do you think I stopped running? Look where we are, moron.”

Sam turned his eyes up and discovered that the living room before him was covered in blankets and pillows and bowls of popcorn and treats. He knitted his eyebrows as he turned back to (Y/N).

“I knew you were going to be exhausted after the hunt and I wanted to do something special. I’ve been kind of missing your snuggles too.” The light blush that appeared on her cheeks warmed Sam’s as well.

He grinned wide and hugged her close to him, twirling her around before crashing over onto the couch, “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” He put (Y/N) on her back and cuddled on her chest, nuzzling his head into her neck.

“I know, dummy. That’s why I did all this.” She loved the feeling of his strong arms being tightly wound around her torso; leading her hands into his hair, she massaged his scalp lightly, producing a dull sigh of contentment from him.

With his eyes closed, Sam let himself relax and mold into her side, “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

“I love you too, Sam,” she giggled, rolling her eyes once again. “Just don’t be away so long next time – I thought you were smart enough to make a week-long hunt into only a couple of days.”

He squeezed her harder, making her squirm again under the pressure, but he managed to get her to look at him, “If there was any possible way to be around you all day every day, you know I would do it, right?” He pressed his lips to her cheek, then down to her neck, then finally up again to her lips.

Between giggles from the feather soft kisses, she replied, “Of course I do. But let’s focus on right now, okay?”

He smiled and snuggled back into his previous position, “Alright.”

~~~

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Masterlist

struck through means in progress, head cannons, AU’s, and drabbles are marked

Newsies

Race Higgins - 

Home at last (modern AU)|Part 2|Part 3|

Albert DaSilva - 

Oh No (drabble)

Smosh

Wesley Johnson - 

I said sorry (drabble)

Damien Haas -

Soulmate? (soulmate AU)

What Can I Say? (drabble)