damien sighed as he slumped down onto his couch, he was going on his first date in a while tonight ; but not with the person he wanted it to be with.
he grabbed his phone, tapping on the contact 'freelancer ❤️' and calling them.
"hey damien, what's up?" freelancer asked, their voice immediately making him smile. "I need your advice on what i should wear tonight, i'm going on a date" he spoke, "i-" the freelancer begun, before they fully took in damien's words.
their heart dropped.
"what?" they asked, hoping they'd heard him wrong. "i'm going on a date, and i don't know what to wear" damien chuckled. "i don't know" they replied, bluntly. "wear anything, i've got to go" they rushed out, hanging up the phone.
"oh, ok" damien spoke to himself, "weird" he mumbled, placing his phone onto the counter and making his way over to his closet.
•
"fuck!" the freelancer exclaimed, their head in their hands as they began to cry. "why does he have to be so oblivious" they sighed, making their way to their bedroom.
they put on their pyjamas and climbed into bed. closing their eyes, all while still sobbing.
I love him so much they thought, before the drifted off.
•
it had been two weeks since damien's date, and tonight he was going on a second one.
the freelancer had been avoiding him for all of this time, other than a simple 'hi' when they passed each other in halls.
the freelancer had just settled down on their couch, their pizza box sitting on the table, when they felt heard their phone vibrate on the table.
they picked it up, seeing an incoming call from dami 🫶🏼 they sighed, "hi" they spoke, their voice soft and quiet.
"hi freelancer, do you mind if i stop by?" damien asked, freelancer's brows burrowed "thought you were going on a date tonight?" they questioned, damien sighed "i was, but, i don't really like them like that" he replied. "yeah sure, come over" "great!" damien spoke before hanging up.
•
"hey!" damien smiled as freelancer opened the door. "hi" they mumbled, moving out of the way so damien could come in.
"can i asked you something?" he spoke, "sure" freelancer replied, going back to sit on their couch. "why have you been avoiding me?" damien sat next to freelancer on the couch, turning to look at them.
"i-i haven't!" they exclaimed, looking away. "have i done anything wrong?" he asked, freelancer sighed, their breathing shaky as their eyes began to fill with tears. "n-no" they sniffled.
"then what? you never even message me anymore, and you haven't been coming to our game nights" damien spoke. "i-i just, i-i don't know!" they cried, their head in their hands.
"freelancer? what's wrong?" damien's voice softened, small sobs escaping the freelancers lips filled the air. he placed a hand on their back , "you can tell me anything, you know that right?" he asked, rubbing their back.
the freelancer nodded, turning to look at damien. "i love you" they whispered, "i really fucking love you, and hearing you talk about going on a date with someone else just put into perspective how much i love you" they cried.
"freelancer, i love you too" damien let a soft smile fall upon his face, a tear rolling down his own cheek now too. "what? you do? you're not just saying that because i've made you feel awkward? fuck! i have haven't i? im so sorry, if you never want to see me again i totally understa-"
freelancer got cut off by damien's lips, he moved his hand up to rest on the back of freelancer's neck, his other resting on their right cheek.
the freelancer wrapped their arms around damien's neck as they deepened the kiss.
they pulled away after a few short seconds, "fuck" damien smiled, "of course i mean it, i really fucking like you, freelancer. i only went on that other to try and forget about the feelings i have for you, i thought you didn't like me like that" damien spoke, his forehead resting against the freelancers.
"wanna watch a movie and cuddle?" the freelancer asked, making damien chuckle. "with you? of course" he spoke, a light blush falling upon freelancer's cheeks as they snuggled in close to him.
he left a soft kiss agains the top of their head. "fuck, i love you" he smiled "I love you too, dami."
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