Son of a Goose! (Damien x Reader)

Disaster Dates~1

"Alright, that's the last one." I said, throwing my bag down next to my desk.

"What was wrong with this one?" Mari asked, sighing and turning towards me.

"What's wrong was that he was 38 and tried to take me back to his room."

"Well, there's been worse-"

"I'm not finished. Not only does he still live with his parents, I'm also 26. 26, Mari! That's a twelve year age gap!"

Mari didn't appear to have any rebuttal to this.

"Gosh, I am so done with all these dates."

"What's wrong with all these guys? There's gotta be one you liked, right?" My other best friend, Lazercorn, chimed in, unwelcome, I might add.

"Nope, not one," I said, beginning to count the guys on my fingers. "In order, we have: ghosted, ghosted, "didn't want to put a label on it", way too young, didn't show up, and way too old."

"Well, my friend is looking for-" I cut Lazercorn off with a wave of my hand.

"Nope, I'm not going on another date for a long time. I renounce it!" I proclaimed over-dramatically.

"Fine, no more dates," Mari said, sounding reserved. Suddenly, a wild Matt Raub appeared!

"Hey, guys, I'm looking for two more people to film a Bored AF. We're playing Drunk, Stoned, or Stupid. Anyone want in?"

"Yes!" I almost yelled, practically jumping out of my chair. Anything to get out of this conversation.

~After the shoot~

I sat down at my desk, putting my headphones on. I had about an hour to kill before lunch, so I figured I would catch up on my emails, maybe play some DBD. 

I was just finishing up my emails when I got called into Ian's office. "What can I do you for, boss man?" I said, entering. Despite Ian being my boss, I had known him since I joined Smosh Games about five years ago, so we were pretty close.

"Well, I took your idea into consideration, and-"

"The one about the coffee machine? Man, we really need that thing replaced."

"No, the one about reading fanfiction again, just like we used to. I figured we could do it again, for old times sake."

"Oh, that's cool. Just please, not another one where we all jack Joven off." We both laughed remembering the one year anniversary video.

"I wasn't thinking of doing that," Ian said through giggles, "but let me jot that down for future use."

"So, why were you thinking of doing fanfic again?" I asked, my laughs quieting down.

"Well, it's not official yet, so you can't tell anyone, but we might be getting some new members."

"That's so exciting!"

"Yeah, it is, but keep your voice down."

"Oh, okay," I said in a whisper. Ian chuckled again.

"Okay, you can leave. And remember to reply to that email I sent you!" He yelled as I retreated. I went and sat back down at my desk. I opened Ian's email to see a picture of him sticking his tongue out. "Go **** yourself." was my reply.