((*cries in no self control*))

In this timeline, the events of Who Killed Markiplier did not take place.

Meeting him:

You take a deep breath, knocking on the home of the lovely mayor Damien. You were a news reporter and you were ordered for an interview by your boss. You really didn't want to take it, but this was this last interview for this week. And you were pretty sure the town wanted to know if they were in good hands.

Soon, a man opened the door to which you assumed was Damien. He had slicked back hair, clear use of hair gel or other manly product. And he was eating a fine suit and tie. And loosely hanging over his shoulders was a sache that had in bold letters "Mayor".

You smile nervously, you never really got to meet Damien in person. Sure you watched the small election on your Tv at home, and you went to a few of his campans, mostly because there was food involved, but that doesn't matter.

"Hello Mayor Damien. My name is (y/n), and I come from the news channel for an interview. May I come inside?" You shift nervously as the cameraman behind you records you both on live tv.

"Of course, come in, would you like a drink?" He held open the door for you and the cameraman, smiling as he closed the door behind him. "Please, have a seat. You must be tired from walking up the steep driveway. I'll go get you some drinks."

You sit down on the large couch as the cameraman adjusts the lens since it was commercial time. You pep talk to yourself slowly. You never realized how attractive the Mayor was until you got this close.

Once Damien came back with the drinks, he sits across from you with a small smile. "It's An honor to be interviewed by you. I hear from the news channel your the best reporter there." He compliments you.

You felt your face heat up. Smiling a small bit. "T-Thank you. That means a lot coming from the mayor."
Damien was about to say something else, but the cameraman snapped his fingers. "Going Live in two mintues."

You clear your throat. Brushing out your ankle high skirt before smiling at the camera. "Hello, My name is (y/n) (l/n) and I'm interviewing the Mayor Damien. Damien, how is it so far working as mayor? Is anything like you expected it to be?"

"Well, If I'm being honest. No." He laughs. "Quite the opposite actually, but I still enjoy hearing the people. I want to try my best to please them, and I welcome any kind of problem that we need to face."

((Small timeskip!))

You started to pack up your microphone and helping the cameraman Phil pack the heavy and expensive camera. You breathe a sigh of relief as you close the back of the doors. "Alright Phil, I'll meet you in the front. I'm taking a breather."

Phil nodded. Leaving to start the van as you take a look at the scenery around you. You notice some of your favorite flowers in front of the gates of Damien's house. You bend down and gently feel the petals.

"They're lovely, aren't they?" Damien's vice called from behind you, making you almost jumped ten feet in the air. Turning around with your hand on your heart.

Damien gives a small laugh. "My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you. I only meant to wish you a goodbye." He took your hand, kissing it and giving you a friendly smile. "Have a lovely day, (y/n)."

Your face was red as you rushed to the car, getting in the passenger side. Phil starting to drive back to the news building.

Second meeting:

"Okay Phil. We're heading to the town park to get some live footage from the bake sale today." You say as you both get inside the news van. "I just hope to god i don't get hungry. I forgot my wallet in the breakroom inside my employee locker."

Phil smiles. "I could probably get you something. I mean, I have at least twenty dollars in my back pocket." He offers, but you just shake your head.
"I couldn't just take the money from you Phil. That'll just make me feel really bad..."

Phil sighs. Giving a slow nod as he tried to find a parking space in the crowded parking lot. "How about you go look around on foot to find a good filming area? I'll look for a parking space." He said. You only nod as you step out of the van. Walking around the park.

The strong smell of sweets like cupcakes, cookies, and caramel popcorn filled your nose. Making your stomach growl for the food. It didn't help that you skipped breakfast this morning and only ate a single bangle.

You found yourself in front of a nice old lady selling homemade ice cream. But her ice cream was different. She would give you a certain favor based on your soulmates colors. It was sweet, but you didn't believe in that sort of thing.

"Hello (y/n)." A familiar voice called from behind you. Turning around you see Damien giving you a smile. You smile back at him. The old lady watching you both, starting to scoop some ice cream.

"Oh, hello Damien. It's lovely to meet you. Again." You joke slightly. "Here to admire the fresh desserts?" You ask, But you notice him wearing a small blue ribbon.

"No, actually. I'm a judge. I'm going to be eating a lot of sweets today. I hope I have a glass of milk along with it." Damien laughed with you. "It's wonderful to see you again (y/n). Have a nice day." He kissed your hand. Leaving.

You felt you heat rate increase. And you jumped as the old lady who was maing ince cream tapped on your shoulder. Turning to her she offered some free ice cream. "Oh no, I-I couldn't. I just-"

"Please, take it." She smiles a bit. You slowly take the ice cream cone and thanked her.

You look down at the ice cream and notice some of the flavors. Choclate, cookies n' cream, and an ice cream that was black. Licking it. It tasted like fuge. You hum happily, walking off to find Phil.

His thoughts about you:

'(Y/n), she's a lovely women. Me and her have been growing closer these past few months. Ever since she interviewed me. I've been feeling different around her. And my chest feels fuzzy, my words scrambling what to say. I might be in love with her.'

He finds out your going on a date:

You and Damien had been getting closer, and you two quickly became friends. And started hanging out a lot more. You were over at his house when you suddenly got a reminder on your phone.

You glance at the screen, gasping a small bit as you stood up. "Oh my gosh! I totally forgot that I have a date with Phil! I'm supposed to be at the park in ten minutes! I-I have to go! I'm so sorry Damien!" You rush to leave.

Now of course. Damien is beyond jealous. But he wasn't going to ruin a date, he's more mature than that. He was going to wait this out. And ask you out after. He wouldn't dare hurt a man's chances at you.

Yes, he loves you deeply. But if they want your heart. Damien loves a good challenge. And he's waiting until his right moment.

He asks you out:

Damien knew the perfect way to ask you out. In his music room was a large black piano. And almost every night he plays it. The soft music fills his ears with lovely sounds. And he wants you to hear it.

He offered you to come over one night, and you both had a lovely time chatting, and talking. Until Damien asked if you could come into his music room.

You walk inside, and the first thing you notice is the large black piano. Damien sits down on it. Cracking his knuckles before his fingers start to dance over the keys.

You lean on the wall slightly, listening to the music and watching his fingers move. You wuld probably never learn how to play piano. But it was a good thing to think about.

Damien soon stopped the music. Turning to you. "(Y/n), would you like to come sit with me?" He pats the seat next to him. You walk over and sit next to him, smiling.

Damien tooka deep breath. "(Y/n), I want to tell you something really important. You might not feel comfortble what I'm about to say. I-I....I love you. And I'm asking if you would be mine?"

Your face began to heat up. "O-Of course Damien. I-I love you too."

Cuddling:

When cuddling with Damien. You would often find yourself laying on his chest after a long day of work. You with the news outlet. And his Mayor duties.

Since you both would be exhausted, you would both quickly fall asleep in each other's arms.

His weird kink:

Amazonian: wanting to get it on with really strong, authoritative women.

Now, Damien May seem like the type that is the dom. But oh no, he's a sub all the way. He loves getting dominated by you. And it loves it when your rough with him. But he tends to keep it to himself. But when you whisper a few things in his ear about it. He would quickly get turned on.

You cook for him:

Damien loved your cooking! You would bake more then cook normal meals but Damien loves it nonetheless. He loved your surprised stuffed cupcakes. The surprise? Pudding!

He also enjoyed your red velvet cookies with frosting stuffed in the middle. By far his favorite cookie in the world.

They walk in on you changing:

You were actually spending the day at his house. And you have spilled a glass of water on your clothing. So he offered you to take one of his shirts from his closet.

You were stripping off your shirt when he came in. Having completely forgetting you were in his room.
He froze on the spot.

His face was red and he slammed the door behind him. "I-I'm so Sorry (y/n)! I didn't mean to see your bare shoulders!" He walks away.

You were confused. It was just your shoulder.

First kiss:

Your first kiss with Damien was a sweet one. You both were happily chatting over dinner. And then you both got dessert. After that, you both were cleaning up.

Damien leans over to you. Holding your chin and placing his lips softly over yours. His strong arms wrapping around you. To protect you.

If you died:

Damien would be devastated. He would find out your death over the phone by your siblings and family. He wouldn't believe it at first. Denying it.

But it soon would fill his mind. You were dead. His special girl was dead. And he would grow angry with himself. Yelling and punching the walls of his home. Until he finally accepted it.

At least you were in a better place.

Dating him would include:

1. You're more beautiful then anything in this world.
2. Flowers sent to your workplace every week.
3. Breakfast in bed.
4. Hair gel on the bathroom counter.
5. Why the fuck is there so much hair gel.

If you broke up:

First of all. Everyone on town would know about. I mean, come on. You were dating the Mayor. And you work at a news station. News is gonna get around quickly.

But you both would miss each other deeply. But didn't want to admit that to the other person. So you both looked like you enjoyed life without each other on the outside.

When you turn them on:

You and Damien were out in public. Damien was speaking out on some new problems that the town was facing, and you were with Phil. Posting it on the news channel for the whole town to see.

Damien kept his eyes on the crowed to show that he meant business. And that he was listening to the people. Until his eyes land on you.

You give him a smirk, winking at him and giving a rather seductive motion with your hands.

His face turned red as he began to stutter for awhile. Until regaining his posture.
You knew what was going happen tonight~

If they were yandere:

Damien was a calm Yandere. He knew what he could fight. And what he couldn't. He knew his limits, but hell, that doesn't stop him from trying.

Phil was his first target. His eyes all over you. Disgusting. He beat him with his cane under the jewel on top was red like a ruby.

He washed his suit, and his cane. Quickly before you came home that night. But, while you both enjoy each other. Damien always knows.

Anyone who dared take you. Would face death, and pain.