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Breakfast (A Damien Haas Imagine)

Summary: Damien is secretly (although he is very bad at it) making everyone at Smosh Winter Games breakfast. You walk into the kitchen and try to convince yourself to confess to him.

Warnings: Food, Fluff

Words: 1,018 (oops)

CRASH

Your eyes slowly open at the startling sound.

Wait, had I really fallen asleep on the couch?

It was freezing, how had I managed to fall asleep?

The last thing you remember was helping strike cameras and softboxes for the day.

You have been working with Smosh for about a year now as lead property technician, which is just fancy talk for “handling all the props for the skits.” but you really helped wherever they needed it. Heck, you’ve already been in a few Game Bangs.

You slowly regain consciousness and stretch out your stiff muscles.

I guess I should check out that noise.

Honestly you just wanted to go back to sleep, but you decided if the noise was nothing you’d go back up to your room and actually sleep with a blanket this time.

You were at Big Bear filming Smosh Winter Games with the rest of the Smosh crew. This was the second Winter Games you’ve worked on and third overall Smosh seasonal games.

You groggily walked over to where you thought the noise came from.

You peered into the large, fancy kitchen to see someone holding a pan to his chest.

It was Damien.

Your longtime crush.

“Im so sorry (y/n)! Did I wake you?” Damien whispered, “I guess I’m really bad at keeping quiet.”

“Damien!” You laughed, immediately feeling more awake because of the adrenaline of seeing him. “It’s 4 am, what are you doing?”

“Well I guess I can tell you now because my cover is blown.” He smirked. That goddamn smirk.

Ever since Damien joined Smosh Games you had to force yourself from falling for him. Which worked for a little while, until you were put in position to produce his and Shayne’s new show.

You two started to get closer and closer until you knew you had fallen completely in love with him. But you never let it show. You were at work and you believed work and romance should stay separate.

Well…maybe this time can be an exception.

“I wanted to make breakfast for everyone since it’s the last day. But now you know my secret…so now you have to help me.” He teased.

You walked further into the kitchen. “You know I don’t cook.”

“Don’t or won’t?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Both.” You stared intensely at him.

“Too bad! I’m going to teach you.” He walked toward the cabinets and started rifling through them.

You groaned. “Fine.” You knew there was no escaping this situation.

The only person who knew about your crush was your best friend Mari.

She was the first one to notice. Your body language changed around him and your voice went slightly higher. But obviously Mari only noticed because she knew you so well.

She dragged you to the bathroom after an episode of Maricraft with Damien and the rest of Smosh Games.

“You never told me you liked Damien!” She hugged you.

“I…um, I what…?” You stammered. You hadn’t come to terms with it yet.

“Oh come on! I know you better than anyone else. Just admit it and I’ll leave you alone.”

You had to think for a second before you answered. You couldn’t lie, he was very handsome. You loved how protective he was and how he could turn a bad situation into a good one with one joke or a silly voice.

You sighed, “I guess…maybe I do.”

“Maybe? You were practically drooling all over him!” She almost yelled.

“Mari!” You covered her mouth.

~~~

“So what are you making?” You ask, walking closer to him to try and peer over his shoulder.

“What are WE making.” He replied sarcastically.

“Ugh, what are WE making…” you groan.

“Glad you asked. We are making french toast.”

“Is that all you can make?” I ask.

“Hey, at least I can make something.”

You shoot him a silly face. He replies with an even sillier one back.

You laugh. “Okay, okay, you win.”

It looks like he’s looking at a recipe on his phone.

“Could you get me the french toast bread in the pantry?”

“Aye, aye, captain.” You salute and rummage through the pantry until you find what you are looking for.

You place the bread on the table next to him. “What’s next?”

“Next…we beat together these eggs…”

He cracks two eggs over a bowl,

“This milk…”

he does the same, pouring a measured amount of milk into the bowl.

“And this vanilla extract.”

He pours the vanilla into a teaspoon and into the bowl.

He hands you a whisk. “Would you care to do the honors?”

“Only if I have to.” You reply sarcastically.

“That’s the spirit!”

You start to whisk the ingredients together.

“Yeah! You’re a pro!” Damien cheers.

“Don’t patronize me.” You said flatly.

“I wasn’t! I honestly couldn’t have done a better job myself.

You start to mix faster and faster, just to get the kicks out of Damien.

"I’m the best mixer alive!” You laugh.

You accidentally mix too fast and the bowl jolts out of your control. You manage to grab it, but some of the mix splashes on Damien.

You try to apologize, but you can’t stop laughing.

“Oh you think that’s funny? Well how about this?” He takes a step toward the sink and turns on the water. He sprays you with the faucet.

You get drenched in cold water. The only thing on your mind is revenge.

You run over toward the flower and grab a handful and throw it at Damien. He charges toward you and takes the flower out of your hands. He grabs another handful and throws it on you.

After about three minutes of war the kitchen is a mess. It looked like the roof had come off and it started to snow inside as well.

“Oh god, what have we done?” Damien laughed.

“Let’s finish breakfast and then we can clean up.” You suggested. God we looked like messes. We were both coated in flower and other various kitchen supplies.

“Right.” Damien said. He started to coat each piece of bread in the liquid.

~~~

“When are you finally gonna tell him? I can tell it’s eating you up inside.” Mari pressed.

“I know…it is, but it’s work! I’m supposed to be professional.” I sigh. I was sleeping over at Mari’s for the night, like I often do.

“Listen, honey. You will be able to do your job so much better once this weight is lifted off your chest.”

“Yeah, or every time I look at him I’ll be embarrassed and ruin a perfectly good friendship!”

“Just tell him! I know Damien. He won’t hold a grudge. If he doesn’t like you back, you will go back to being the same old friends.”

“…I guess you’re right. I just gotta wait for the right moment.”

“You’ll know when it’s time.”

~~~

You’ll know when it’s time.

I can’t stop thinking about what Mari said.

Something in my gut told me it was that time.

I looked over at him. I was now sitting on the countertop. I took a deep breath.

“Hey…Damien?” I asked.

“What’s up?” He replied, not looking back at me.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah, totally.” He replied.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

“So I just wanted to tell you…” I breathed.

CRASH

Damien accidentally knocked over the rest of the mixture onto the floor.

“Oh my god.” He put his hand on his face.

“I’m such an idiot. Could you go get the mop form the cupboard.”

“Oh…um yeah.” You stammered.

You went to go get the mop and brought it back to him.

“Thanks! Oh and what was it you wanted to tell me?” Damien looked up at me.

“Oh! Um I just wanted to say,” you took a deep breath, “I really-”

You felt your feet give out from under you. In your attempt to make your way to the other side of the kitchen, you slipped and fell on the eggy substance.

“(Y/n)!” He kept toward you, catching you seconds before your head hit the floor.

You were face to face.

You stayed there for more than you were comfortable with. He was looking into your eyes and you were looking into his.

“You said you… um really…?” Damien looked nervous.

“I…really…like you. Like, a lot.” You tried to shy away.

“Well that’s good because I’ve had a crush on you since the day I started working here.”

You smiled. You couldn’t believe it.

You still stood there looking eachother at eye level until he finally moved in to kiss you.

You both pulled away after several intense seconds of kissing.

“You taste like flour.” You giggle.

#smosh imagine #smosh games imagine #damien haas imagine

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