ᴄʀᴀꜱʜ ʟᴀɴᴅ - (Damien Haas x Reader)

~ 5 ~

I'll embarrass you, Y/N, just you wait.

Your POV:

“Took you long enough to get here,” Wes grumbled, walking into the games room and shooting a dark look at Damien. Are they always like this?
His eyes flickered to me then his face softened with a smile. “Good morning, Y/N. How're you feeling today?”
“I'm alright,” I replied, mouth turned up at the corners. I shot a glance at Damien, who had put his headset on and was browsing through his Spotify playlists. I could hear his music from where I was sat; how was he not deaf?
“You know, you can always call me if you need a ride to work,” Wes offered as he followed my gaze, turning my attention back to him. “Damien isn't usually late, he must be going through something.”
I bit my lip, unsure of how to mention their sleepover. “Uh, yeah, okay… Thanks.”
There was a loud clatter and I jumped, Wes placed a hand on my shoulder to calm me. Looking over, I saw Damien had slammed his headset down on the desk and was walking out of the room. The door slammed behind him.
Look what you did, you moron. He hates you now.

“Y/N?” Wes interrupted.
I blinked, the room coming back into focus. “Huh?”
“You phased out. I just said not to worry about him,” he continued. “He's probably just mad because he slept in or something.”
I continued to watch the door, hoping he'd come back through it. The white paint was slightly flaking, exposing the smooth wood underneath. There was a small crack in the corner of one of the glass panes. I put that down to a game-induced rage by one of them. The stark contrast between the pale blue room against the faux brick feature wall was quite pretty, though I knew it had only been recently redecorated.
“Are you helping with the livestream today?” his low voice crashed my train of thought.
I bit my lip. “I think so,” I responded, turning my gaze back to the silver-haired man.
“Great!” he grinned at me. “Come on, let’s go and set up.”

Wes seemed like a completely different person now from when he saw Damien this morning. I hadn't seen the younger of the two all afternoon, but since it was Wes’ day for the Facebook livestream I got to spend some time with him. Tim was helping too, though I was encouraged to talk to the fans.
“I think I might switch from Fortnite to Totally Accurate Battlegrounds, since we already won a match here. Y/N, you should come and play!” he called as he waved me on-screen.
I froze for a moment before Tim nudged my arm and gave me a friendly smile. “The fans haven't met you properly yet.”
That's probably for the best.
I gave both of them a quick nod before surveying my makeup in my phone's reflection. It looked alright.
Why does it matter that you look horrible? They're going to hate you anyway.
Wes grabbed a stool for me to sit on and I walked on screen, giving a slight wave to the camera.
“I'll warn you,” I smirked, “I rarely play battle royale games. It's guaranteed that I'll be terrible.”
“This game defies every law of physics you think you know. Everybody's terrible at it,” Wes responded with a grin pasted on his face. “Let's jump straight in.”

“My noodle legs can't pedal fast enough!” I cried as our characters raced towards the closing wall. I was riding the bicycle while Wes was perched in the basket. Our ride crashed into the wall where there had been a gap moments before.
“Dammit!” Wes laughed, setting his controller on his lap. We'd been playing for an hour. “Well, it looks like time to wrap the stream up. It's been fun having you on, Y/N. Don't you guys agree?” He asked to the camera.
No they don't.
“It's been fun being here!” I said enthusiastically. “I never thought such a simple game could be so frustrating, though.”
Wes and I said goodbye to the fans before making our way into the gaming room to find the remains of pizza from lunchtime.

Damien’s POV:

“I have no chance…” I mumbled, closing the Facebook tab.
I heard Boze’s chair spin as the screen loads up Dark Souls. “What was that?”
“Oh, nothing. I remembered where I was at on this,” I forced a smile, and luckily she shrugged and turned back to her own computer. Just then, the room was flooded with laughter as the door opened. Just what I wanted to see.

Your POV:

“Pizza!” I cried happily, skipping over to the half-empty box. Wes shook his head at me and followed.
“You were right about your food senses,” he laughed, digging into a slice. “That's impressive.”
He thinks you're fat.
I felt my smile falter, then grabbed the smallest slice and bowed my head. Mari had left early to help Peter with something, so I slumped onto her chair and ate my pizza in silence. Movement caught my attention as I noticed Damien looking between me, Wes and the pizza box. He shook his head then stood up, turning to me.
“I'll be in the squad room, they want me to film something. I'll give you a ride home,” he hesitated for a moment as his eyes flickered to Wes. “We can grab something to eat then if you want.”
“I…” It was as if he'd read my mind on how Wes’ comment made me feel. “Thanks, I appreciate that. I'll let you know.”
He nodded and mumbled something to Boze before he left, leaving Wes to watch madly after him.

Suddenly, the short girl spun around in her chair. “So, how did the live stream go?” she asked, clearly trying to lighten the mood.
I waited for Wes to answer before filling in his silence. “It was fun. He got a victory royale about 20 minutes in.”
My shoulders finally relaxed and I began to settle, though I didn't grab anymore pizza. Neither of them noticed.
You're only going to look fat in front of Damien instead.
Flushed cheeks were a clear enough sign that something was wrong. Luckily for me, the two had began talking about something in hushed tones.

You know they're talking about you.
Why would they be?
Because it's your first day, all you've done is intrude on a live stream and upset Damien.
He's not upset with me!
You're right. Disgusted is a better word.
You don't know what he thinks.
It's pretty obvious that he doesn't want to be around you.
Shut up! That's not what's goi-

A thud echoed through my head, and suddenly I'm on a bed of beanbags with the Smosh family surrounding me. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound escaped my lips.
"It's okay," a familiar voice rang out, pain shooting through my head. I winced.
"You're being too loud, Joven," another voice cut through, before tending to my headache with a soothing tone. "You passed out, Y/N. You're alright, you haven't been out long. What happened?"
Tell them you're scared of me. Go on, do it.
"You can tell us if there's something wrong."
But they'll all abandon you when they know how crazy you are.
"Um..." I managed to find my voice, though raspy and almost inaudible. "I..."
Tell them you're a loony. I dare you.
"I must have been really tired."

Coward.

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I'm soooo sorry for the delayed update! I might upload a second chapter tonight or tomorrow to say sorry, so watch out for that.

I know that this may seem a bit confusing overall but it will come together! Hopefully soon.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! A little bit of drama never hurt nobody.

Word count: 1317

~ Akira ~