#the way damien squeezes his hand and the way joe can only give him his last rites through tears i need to lie down

[macandcheeseman500]

Me after watching the exorcist again

[oh-theatre]

Moceit for a holiday fic!!! If you want to!!!

IF I WANT TO?? OFC!! OH MY GOD!! I WOULD LOVE TO! I LOve them and you :D

Oh, I do hope you like it!! 

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Last Christmas

Words: 1741

Summary: Pattons Christmases only seem to improve

Pairings: Moceit (Patton x Deceit)

"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart” Patton sang sweetly, moving carefully through the shop as he works “And the very next day..” He matches the pitch, it seems a mix between a hum and actual words, the lights flicker as they come together “You gave it away..” He clicks the first string lights on as the room fills with color, an overwhelming beauty. He takes another set moving towards another step ladder “This year...to save me from tears” He turns as the familiar jingle of the door rings out “I'll give it to someone...” His eyes fall upon a sophisticated stranger, wrapped in a delicate coat, meeting his eyes alight with curiosity “Special” He barely whispers.

Somewhere along the way, he must have lost his balance, a fight begins as he wobbles trying to remain stable but soon enough finds himself planted defeated on the floor, a growing sore on his back. A quick rush and he notices a shadow sheeted beside him.

“Are you alright?” The voice is much nicer than imagined, not that he had much of a perception. Patton sits up straight taking his back as he does so, the figure helps him stand, keeping a gentle arm on Patton. “That was quite a fall” He muses


“I've had worse” Patton responds, a flustered smile upon his sweet face. Finally, he can see the man's face, its...in the most professional sense...dazzling. There are just some things that can capture a person in an instant, and this was that. It was hard to look away, his eyes told a story as they welcomed Patton, his face remained smooth and soft, not that Patton would know…

“Would you like some help?” He offers, gesturing to the lights, Patton bites his lower lip watching the man.

“Oh! I wouldn’t want to trouble you!” He removes himself and continues his journey on the stepladder. The man laughs but keeps a steady arm on Patton, wary to let go. He finishes safely jumping down with ease. Neither noticed how close they end up, the man's arms are so respectful and yet intimate. “Patton” He greets with a squeak

“Damien” He recoils, offering a hand as they introduce themselves. Patton takes it shaking it confidently, he watches Damien smirk below his perfect hair. “I apologize, I should be on my way” He rescinds, Patton waves him off his smile remaining ever so sweet. “It's a lovely shop you have,” He says, his eyes finally making his way around the room. The shelves lined with books, the aromatic waft of coffee and promise of sweet treats making its way up to his nose. Patton watches his face, a slow desire grows upon Declan.

“Can I interest you in a cup of coffee?” Patton wonders, Damien sighs nodding nonetheless after a hesitation. “Come” He suggests making his way towards the small coffee shop they’ve set up. He offers Damien a seat as he works quietly on the caffeinated delectable, a soft hum again. “One hot cuppa Joe” Patton gleams handing the stranger a cup.

“You’re too kind,” Damien remarks, he's not usually so…at a loss for words. Something about the way this shopkeeper well…kept himself was different. Damien could watch him for hours, well now he just sounded creepy. “Why don’t you sit?” He says only now realizing that Patton hadn’t stopped working.

“I guess…it couldn’t hurt” He sits, shifting uncomfortably. “I'm sorry, I'm not…

“You don’t like to sit still, I get that” Damien understands, his words feel too casual, he wants to despise this but…it comes naturally. They continue their conversation, can a room truly get brighter should no one add more light to it? It can as they laugh away the evening, humbly waving goodbye at the midnight hour of the snow ridden moon. “Goodnight Patton”

“Good-

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“-Morning dear” Patton greets with a giggle as a less than ecstatic Damien curls his way around Patton, laying his head upon Patton's shoulder. “Oh cheer up, its Christmas!”

“The most wonderful time of the year” Damien mumbles sleepily, Patton laughs turning to him, his arms make their way around his neck. Damien yawns as his own arms rest around Patton's waist now, holding the world in his arms, hoping the wind would never change on them.

“Indubitably!” Patton plants a soft kiss on Damien, a warmth spreads across the taller man. “Now come, I've got cookies in the oven, a few more presents to be wrapped and our parents should be here soon” Patton lists, Damien, groans into his partner's chest.

“I still can't believe you invited them, its gonna be like world war three in here” Damien makes his way around Patton, tickling his waist unintentionally, his finger dipping into the almost empty cookie dough. “Scrumptious!” He delights

“Good! You can clean it” Patton says, stroking his thumb against Damien's cheek lovingly. He pouts but obliges, it's the least he can do after the house had been turned to a winter wonderland. Especially for later that evening…

“How about a tune Damien?” His father requests pointing towards the dusted piano, Patton squeals nodding encouragingly as he cleans away the delicious dinner.

“Oh I…I haven't played in ages” Damien lies, feeling red as the eyes fall on him. He looks to Patton, his safety embracing him as his blue eyes hit him with a tidal of support. Patton sets down the dishes joining Damien by the window “Only if you’ll sing with me” He whispers

“Always Dee” The nickname rolls off so easily. Damien nods after a squeeze from Patton is felt, he sits his eyes remain on Patton. He plays slowly, beginning a familiar tune, Patton places a hand on his back ready to carry his own. “Let it snow, let it snow…let it snow” They finish, light applause but they don’t care. Their eyes lost in each other, the magical evening.

“Any requests?” Patton teases only slightly, Damien laughs he mocks a pointed finger.

“Will you-

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“-Marry me?” Damien feels the cold seep through his pants but he doesn’t care, he cant not as he watches Patton's unmistakable expression, the pure joy as he laughs softly. Damien's hands trembled with the velvet promise of eternal love.

“Yes” He cries carefully, Damien stands to embrace him as the snow continues to fall upon them, he kisses him lightly. Spinning him around, his heart at the full mercy of the giggles released. They pull away clutching to one another. “Yes a million times”

“Oh, Patton don’t cry” Damien begs, the feathery tips of his glove wipe away the small tears that fall from his fiancees face. He kisses his cheek softly, Pattons smile is endless.

“Happy tears my love, I promise,” He says taking Damien's hands “I love you,” He says as he had done so many times, the cold white substance frosting his face. Numbing his joy but he couldn’t care less. Not with the love of his life in his hands, something he never thought he’d experience, or that he deserved. “Come,” He says extending his hand “We are much too excited, let's skate of some of this energy,” He says, feeling the dream hit him.

“That's all I ever wanted to hear,” Damien says taking his hand, as he always has and always would. He wasn’t the best but Patton glided so easily he did enough for the both of them. Spinning fast through the frosty air, what a bright time Damien noted looking deeply at Patton, never wanting to let go. Once they’ve exhausted their legs, and meet each other once more in the snow, Patton examines his finger where a gold band lies.

“Oh my god!”  He exclaims, his face in horror “It's real, I'm…” Feeling faint he turns helplessly to Damien.

“Pat, breathe” Damien takes his face, cupping it “You’re going to be ok” After a moment he matched his breathing, Patton stares into the amber flame that is Damien's eyes.

“With you?” He says taking a deep breath “I'm always ok, well…more than ok” He kisses Damien allowing the world to melt away underneath his touch. Pulling away he watches the children around him, grasping their packages filled with wonder tightly. He gasps delighted, he pats Damiens chest, his eyes full of promise “Come-

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“-Presents time!” Patton calls out, Damien chuckles from his position on the couch, his eyes scan the newspaper. “Kiddos! Let's go! Or Dads going to open all of your presents” That seems to gain their attention

“No! No Papa dont let him!” Virgil begs running right into his father, a calmer Logan follows propping himself next to Damien who puts away his paper, wrapping his arm around his smaller son. Patton lifts Virgil up seating him on his lap as he sits next to his husband.

“Can I go first?” A timid request falls from Logan's mouth, Patton smiles brightly nodding, Damien ruffles his son's hair encouragingly. Patton sighs leaning into Damien, his husband kissing his forehead lightly. Logan picks the first one he sees with his name, unwrapping it carefully. Virgil groans falling into his father. Logan pouts turning towards his parents holding out the gift “help”

“I'll do it!” Virgil volunteers hopping off his father's lap, he goes to where Logan now sits across the floor and helps him in his own way. Patton watches them smiling as he only cuddles further into Damien.

“Having a nice time?” Damien jokes, only placing more gentle kisses upon his forehead. Patton leans up slightly fully meeting his lips, he’d never admit it but even after all these years…it still feels a dream, surely he didn't deserve this. “Are you alright love?” Damien checks

“I love you” Patton wants to make sure he knows it, that Damien has those words seared into his brain, almost to the point where it annoys him. The children pull apart ripping the present open, chatters of laughter play out. “And them” Patton smiles. One more kiss upon the forehead from Damien is placed on Patton.

“I love you too” Damien responds, the Christmas air pushing through as the world fades away. The only thing to keep was their magical time under the lights…as they had met so many years ago. “Last Christmas…gave you my heart” Damien hums gently, Patton yawns “Next day…” He skips over a few lines, watching the children open more gifts “Give it to someone…” He looks to Patton “Special” and he had

[frogocado]

Take Care of Me (Damien Haas x Reader)

You and Damien have been hanging out ever since you joined the Smosh crew four weeks ago. While your friendship has been mostly platonic, you get wasted at a party and being the only person who isn’t drunk, Damien drives you home to take care of you. 

I started this about a week and a half ago and it turned into something cuter than I had planned. Alcohol is one of the main themes in this! If you become uncomfortable at any point, please don’t feel like you have to keep reading. I still love you.

“Surprise!” Everyone shouted as you entered Shayne’s apartment. You let out a screech, eyes wide as you looked at everyone.

“Drop it, drop it!” Shayne shouted to Damien, who pulled a string that dropped a sloppily written banner. “Happy 1 Month at Smosh, Y/N.” You had exclusively asked for this to not happen, knowing the same stunt had been pulled for all of the new recruits as the company grew. It was seen as a way of helping everyone feel welcome, but surprises were as scary to you as jump scares.

You tried to turn around and hide your face, but Boze’s arm slung over your shoulder and steered you to face the group again. She had told you that Damien and Shayne had wanted some Scrabble revenge from your weekly game night two nights before. Despite being upset with her for setting you up, you were always down for anything when she was by your side. She was your best friend in the office, hands down, always building each other up to do more and more silly things to cheer everyone up around the office. You felt yourself slowly turning red as everyone clapped and whooped for you. “Speech, speech, speech!”  

You covered your face as everyone quieted down. “Thanks for coming, I-I think,” you began, uncovering your eyes with a warm hand. Boze pretended to hold a microphone in front of you and you looked around at everyone, trying to find Joe’s face. “This wasn’t in my contract,” you said finally and everyone began to cheer and clap again.

You felt like you blinked and suddenly you were in the kitchen with Boze, Matt Raub, and Shayne as they poured shots for you to share. You had known from previous parties that this was what they did to get them all to a slight tipsy, but you weren’t as prepared. It had been a while since you had gotten drunk and by your third, you were already at your limit. Somehow, a beer had entered your hand and was halfway gone and you milled around the apartment, feeling much better about the surprise now that you were close to being wasted. 

"Thanks for organizing this,” you said to Shayne, standing on your toes to hug your friend close after finishing your second round of Mario Kart with Damien, Sarah, Noah, and Keith.

“Oh, it wasn’t just me,” he said, nudging his head toward Damien. “He planned most of it.”

“You did?” You drawled to Damien, giving him a hug as well.

He laughed sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as you stepped down to look at him. “Yeah, you know. You’re my friend and when Boze told me how angry you would be about surprises, I figured I’d pitch in to make it sort of okay.”

You pulled back to squint at him, as if forcing your eyes to focus would help you be at least a little bit more sober for this exchange to save a bit of professionalism. You felt a burp coming on and excused yourself, getting into the bathroom only milliseconds before you got sick.

You heard a knock on the door before it opened and Boze knelt down next to you. “You okay, Y/N?”

“Drank too much,” you murmured as she collected your hair to move it out of your face with one hand, her other rubbing your back soothingly. 

“You lightweight,” she teased lightly before leaning out into the hallway to call Joe over.

The two of them talked in soft voices before you saw Joe leave, going back into the main room. “Joe’s trying to see who can drive you home. Sorry you got wasted during your surprise party,” Boze said as she gently helped you to your feet, searching for a spare toothbrush in Shayne’s bathroom.

You swayed, holding the sink for support. Damien appeared in the doorway, looking worried. He winced when he saw the contents in the toilet. “Oh, gross.” He noticed the toothbrush Boze had found and knocked it out of her hand, forcing the flush lever down before either of you could react. “Don’t use that one, it’s Shayne’s!”

Boze put up her hands defensively, giggling a little bit. “Yo, Y/N, imagine if you had brushed your gross puke teeth with Shayne’s toothbrush. Your friendship would be super over.” The two of you began to laugh as you imagined it before your swaying brought everyone back to reality.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Damien said, his hand gently on your wrist to guide you out of the bathroom. “I’ll drive you home and clean you up and you can just go to sleep.”

“Just inviting yourself over to my house, eh?” You joked with him as you handed over your keys and the two of you walked out together to your car.

As Damien drove you the ten minutes back, you rested your head on the cool glass of the window, trying to keep your stomach and insides from swaying on every turn. “You okay?” He asked when you two were a block away. You closed your eyes, giving a soft noise in response so you could avoid nodding and talking. You felt his hand cover yours and squeeze. “Almost there.”

After parking, Damien had an arm around your waist to guide you into your house since you were still shaky on your feet. “First on the agenda is you brushing your teeth.” He smiled to himself as he helped you to the bathroom before disappearing to go get you a glass of water. As you brushed, you felt embarrassed and silly. Your friend had had to drive you home from a party that was supposed to be about you, all because you couldn’t handle your alcohol. 

“Breath check,” Damien joked as you two met in the hall after you had finished.

Biting your lower lip for half a second, you pressed up onto your tip toes and crashed your lips against his. His entire body tensed, his hands on your shoulders as he backed himself up a step. “Whoa, Y/N–” he said, eyes wide. The water had spilled and he was quick to put it down, a hand brushing at his now wet shirt. You giggled as you fell forward against him, trying to find his lips again. They always looked so soft and his body was always so warm and it was the only thing you’d been thinking about since the Denny’s incident two weeks ago when you had forgotten your jacket and Damien had sat in the booth next to you, rubbing your shoulders.

But then his hands were gently holding onto your forearms, thumbs rubbing against your skin as he gently pushed you backward onto your stable feet again. “Slow down there, friend, you’re quite wasted.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to kiss me?” You asked, lower lip jutting out in a shameless pout.

“That’s not what I’m saying–” His eyes met yours and he let out a tense breath, shaking his head as his eyes drifted down to your mouth. “Fuck, you’re cute. Okay, listen, you’re really drunk and I would never, ever kiss someone when they’re this gone, even if I really wanted to, because I’d be taking advantage of a situation. Let me just… help you get to sleep, okay?”

You couldn’t hide your disappointment but nodded all the same. He let go of your arms and picked up the water again. “Okay,” you agreed, frowning at the spot of water on his shirt.

Damien guided you to your room and onto your bed where you struggled to unlace your shoes. He smiled and knelt on the floor, helping you. “Here,” he placed the water on the table next to your bed and guided you to lay on your side. “Anything else you need? I was gonna head out if you think you’re alright.”

Your eyes were half closed and you reached out, grabbing his arm. “Two things,” you murmured, struggling to open your eyes all the way. He seemed to find this amusing and an infuriating smirk stretched across his lips. You held up one finger, squinting at him. “Please stay.”

“Done,” he responded immediately. “Thing two?” Your eyes were closed again, though you felt like they were somehow still open and you were helping him set up a spot on the couch.

“Y/N?” Damien questioned as he grabbed the spare pillow off your bed and your eyes opened, gazing down at him setting up a small spot to sleep on your floor. This was… unexpected. “Did you fall asleep? I thought you had two things to tell me.”

“Oh yeah,” you yawned, your arm lazing off over the side of your bed. “Sometimes, our friendship is annoyingly platonic.”

Damien laughed, as he got up to turn off the light. “I agree. Goodnight.”

Sleep overcame you too fast for you to respond.

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and squinted at the light coming in through your shades. There was a bottle of Tylenol next to the glass of water on your table and you sat up, immediately taking three and chugging the bottle of water.

As you started to get up, you noticed the small space where Damien had slept next to you, his shoes sitting neatly next to the edge of the blanket. The memory of what you had done flooded back to you and you groaned, flopping back onto the pillow. When you finally gained the courage to face your friend, you wrapped your blanket around your frame and head to protect you from the sun as you entered the kitchen. Damien stood at the stove, cooking a pan of eggs. “The beast emerges,” he teased nodding toward your coffee pot.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, voice hoarse from the pain in your throat as you cleared it away, pouring yourself a cup. You leaned against the counter and watched him serve you both the breakfast he had prepared for you. “That thank you is pretty encompassing, you know,” you told him as you sat up on the counter, leaning against the side of the fridge. “And I’m sorry.”

“You’re welcome. Does that mean you remember what happened last night?” Damien asked you, eyes down. “Is that why I heard you awake before I saw you awake?”

You nodded into your eggs before looking at him. "Parts of it.” His eyes met yours and he chuckled. You felt like you might melt on the spot and you were unsure if it was because he didn’t know how charming he was when he was insistently respectful and gentle or from the pain oozing away from your pounding head.

When Damien finished his eggs, he placed his plate in the sink and turned to you where you still sat on the counter, knees pulled up to your chest as you scrolled through your Twitter feed. “Do you remember what you said to me last night? About how you felt like our friendship was annoyingly platonic?” You felt the color drain from your face, thinking that had simply been a dream you had drunkenly conducted in your sleep in order to cope with your own actions.

Now he was grinning. “I guess not.” You groaned, hiding your face in your blanket. You had completely forgotten the conversation you had had before falling asleep, only vaguely remembering the kiss, even.

“I suck, I’m so sorry,” you said into your muffled arms, looking up after a couple of seconds. 

“Listen,” Damien said, watching you closely. His eyes traced the curl of your lips before you could notice and by the time you saw him looking at you, it was already intently to meet your eyes. “I’m not upset, I just want someone to be able to fully consent to anything I do with them.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, too hungover to quickly figure out what he could possibly mean. “That just wasn’t the way I thought we’d kiss for the first time. It wasn’t that I don’t think about you.”

You straightened up a bit and the two of you smiled gently at each other. Damien moved closer to you slowly, allowing time for both of you to change your mind if it was needed. When he was close enough for you to pick out all the colors in his eyes, he mumbled gently, “just so we’re clear, I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“God, do you ever stop being a nice guy?” You responded before tugging on the front of his shirt.

He didn’t get a chance to answer as your lips met. It was the same lips, the same heat, but now he relaxed against your frame, taking a step closer to be in a better position to reach you the way he wanted to. Your hand rested on his cheek, the other still holding a handful of his t-shirt. This time, when you pulled away from him, his lips were slightly parted and he made a noise like a hum, forehead pressing against yours.

“That’s what I wanted our first kiss to be like,” Damien admitted, unable to hide his smile.

“Can we just forget the other one that happened, then?” You requested, mouth reaching for his again.

Damien laughed, mumbling against your lips. “Gladly.”