Generally Speaking [Smosh x Reader Oneshots]

13. D.H. - Christmas, pt. 2

Hey, guys!

First off: hey, hey, 2k! Thanks for the 2k+ reads on this baby. Glad to see you guys are enjoying this so far. I hope you send in requests though, because my fountain of ideas has run quite dry. Nonetheless, we persevere!

Next, so sorry for the delay. I still have a lot of school work going on, and I'll even have some over the one-week break we'll be having, which is that week between Christmas and New Year. I'll be having a month-long break after that though: just in time for SAS!

Anyway, let's get this second part started, yeah? See ya!

Character: Damien
Requested by: (author-made)
POV: Damien

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A few hours ago

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"Okay, so... honey, I think we're missing a bit of wine for tonight."

"Mom," I face her, crossing my arms. "You can't have wine, I don't drink, and Brittany's pregnant. The only person who can drink wine in here is Ryan."

"I'd love some wine, buddy," Ryan, Brittany's husband, tells me, patting me on the back. "But maybe not tonight. Brittany wants me to be off the wine as long as she's pregnant."

I love California for many reasons, but holidays aren't one of them. They're always best spent with family, and I'm so glad I got to go home to Georgia to be with my mom, my sister and her family, and basically everyone else I've known since birth. It's like leaning back in my seat after an hour of intense gaming. Instant relief when you see your nephew and niece, and sometimes, they make me feel a bit old.

"Oh, give yourself a break," Brittany tells Ryan, laughing. "It's Christmas. Damien, would you be a sweetheart and get some wine? Carter has also been grumpy about not being able to go outside, so maybe you could take him."

"To the wine shop? Well, I'll just tell him it's a magic elixir he can't drink," I reply, chuckling. "Alright, alright. I'm pretty sure it'll just be a quick trip."

It was not. I put on my boots and beanie as I lend Carter, my nephew, a Hoo Hoo beanie, even though it's a bit big for him. We head outside, and the wine shop was probably four blocks away. The child's pretty psyched to go outside, following me with his hand in mine, while I try not to feel as somber as usual with my existential dread. Yeah, I love Georgia, I love my family, and I love everyone in here, but seeing everything in here change little by little while I'm gone is scary. Seeing my nephew ask about the old fat TV we saw on display scared me. I didn't have a good explanation for it, but I tell him, "It's a magic box. We used to have one, but we can't use it anymore because it's old."

"Cool!" he exclaims. "So Uncle Damien, why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Because Uncle Damien's busy," I explain, chuckling. "I want to be a dad like your dad soon too, but I don't think I can do it yet."

"Maybe you just can't find anyone."

"Partly, yeah," I reply, sighing. "But it's okay, buddy. I know whoever it's gonna be, she's probably someone amazing."

We enter the wine shop, and I choose an okay wine, before the shop caretaker, a bored teen who seems a bit sharp, tells me, "Oh, that one's last in stock. Good choice."

"Nice, nice," I remark as I hand him some cash, and he hands me the receipt while Carter holds my hand.

Just then, someone enters the shop and asks for, "Hey, Johnny, can I have the bottle I reserved?"

"Oh...," the caretaker, whose name I now know as Johnny, mumbles, surprised. "I forgot about... your reservation, Ma'am. I just sold it to Sir over here."