#fuck matt raub

[fanbynature]

Curious why you’re upset Smosh is silent on Palestine but not any other global war happening right now. Yes what’s happening in Palestine is horrible, but so is what’s happening in Ukraine, Haiti, Sudan, Iraq, etc. Palestine isn’t the only country under siege and it says a lot that people are getting upset about this one because they have a Jewish cast member who made some really uninformed tweets about supporting Israeli civilians and liked a few Zionist hinting tweets that he unliked. I can’t think of a single instance where Smosh got vocal or involved about a political war. Yes they talk about social politics but that’s very different from something as sensitive and intricate as an actual ongoing genocide.

did you not read entirely what i wrote or not comprehend it, anon? Like I know english isn't my first language, but I thought it was pretty clear.

USA is actively helping Israel with billions of the money that get from the tax of US citizens as well as weapons.

The cast are US citizen - idk maybe the fact that their money is funding genocide should concern them and they should speak against it as people who have a big platform?

I mean it'd be lovely if they speak on every single bad current event that's happening in the world but l don't think they'll be that invested.

But being invested in what your country is "helping" be done to another country perhaps is good to be your priority, especially for people who are so vocal about politics and voting. Their president is complicit in war crimes and genocide. They're on side with literal fascist.

Also as a whole US was an active participant in the creation of Israel. And they sure do great smear campaigns to keep people "at bay".

And the point about Noah - I've posted multiple times about his actions. He didn't only like a few zionist tweets. He bragged about his great-grandfather being part of the creation of Israel - which tell me, anon, how it was achieved? Ah, yes - through stealing the land of the people there and either killing them or making them refuges aka the Nakba. Which again was with the help of USA.

He had also twitted, a while ago, about going to his birthright trip. But you won't be able to find it now cus people back then told him that it is all propaganda to make jews "oh so proud of the jewish state". He covered his tracks and had deleted the tweets.

He was raised a zionist. He's not simply a misguided little boy. He's a grown man with access to so much information yet he chose to be ignorant for YEARS.

People who are trying to find excuses for him - just simply block me, cus I'm not supporting him until he makes it clear he had changed his views.

But honestly anon I don't expect that much from them - they didn't even address the whole situation with Matt Raub when it was happening and kept him working there until he left on his own (and that very much wasn't a defy issue cus they sure like to blame 99% of their fuck ups on them - yes, they were horrible but even before defy was there smosh certainly wasn't the wisest when it came to some issues). I'm just a person expressing their frustation.

Peace out

[my-name-is-boneless]

Was rewatching Mari's video about leaving smosh and saw this comment:

From what I understand, the VPs of smosh are Matt Raub and Ryan Finnerty.

#mari takahashi #smosh #smoshblr #smosh discourse #fuck matt raub #smosh fire matt raub challenge #fuck ryan finnerty

[kuiperchaos]

More M*tt R*ub Tea

okay i know w*s is cancelled and all, but on last night’s (9/1/2020) stream at about 2 hours and 26 minutes in, w*s said that he doesn’t have an epipen for his severe banana allergy. he then said that his former “boss” shoved a banana in his face on set and he (the “boss”) thought it was funny and he (w*s) “very much did not”. because he mentioned tea when referring to the boss, i asked (verbatim) “was it m*tt R*ub?” in chat to clarify. he said (verbatim) “potentially. potentially, elie. it might sound very very similar to that.” i can’t provide clips long enough to capture the whole thing, but the VOD is here: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/728414501?t=02h26m21s it should start just before he talks abt the epipen. i know most of us aren’t willing to touch w*s with a 10-ft pole, but i think we can all agree that what m*tt did to him is beyond not okay. Edit: here’s a link to the clip: https://youtu.be/Kavx5uPH7i4

#matt raub #Wes Johnson #Wesley Johnson #wes #tea #smosh discourse #discourse #fuck matt #fuck matt raub #rat raub #ratt raub #updated version #update

[shxyne-ily]

Iv just got super into smosh again but why does no one like mattrob?

Um I really don’t know the whole story but allegations came up that matt was mistreating former smosh members like joven,Sohinki, boze, sunny, Wes, flitz, and Mari idk if more people came out that they were mistreated by Matt

Press that link and it will give you more information about the whole situation (sorry if i misspelled any names) also you can go to @my-name-is-boneless they have reblogged and posted about the whole Matt situation (hopefully this helped!)

#smosh #smosh games #smosh pit #matt raub #fuck Matt raub

[annoyamain]

*Sees new SG video*

*sees that it's titled as 'Bored AF'*

*sees m×tt r×ub in it*

#smosh #smosh discourse #fuck matt raub #it makes me so mad #team boze/sohinki/sunny/joven #he's ruined my enjoyment

[strengthfound]

everyone is like shayne & courtney yayyy, but have you considered damien & courtney ?? their friendship is so cute.

#mobile. #an hour and a half podcast #and she's leaning on him the entire time #i would too courtney #i would too #also #fuck matt raub #sara is so cute who gave her the right

[scruffy-smosh-stan]

Did I do this right?

#smosh #smosh discourse #smosh games #matt raub #fuck ratt maub

[soupy-girl]

Seeing M*tt get a faceful of milk is EXACTLY what I wanted to see, thank you Smosh Games 🥰😝

#Fuck Matt #Smosh fire Matt Raub challenge #Smosh #Matt=ew

[passionate-hedgehog]

Break Even

AN: The was initially supposed to be an Ian x Reader fic but WHOOPS. This fic took me the longest to write out of any one-shots I’ve ever written. If you like this (or any of my other fics) you can leave a request. They’re always open!

Pairings: (fem)Reader x Courtney, OC x Ian

Word count: 4513

Warnings: Some fucks were given. 

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Y/n crouched behind the half wall with her partner in crime. Their targets were visible as they talked at the magazine counter. Y/n was trying to listen in on the distant conversation as the woman next to her kept burping. 

“Sorry, Y/n.” The other woman said. 

Y/n just waved off the apology. Her mission was still in motion and she wasn’t about to give it up anytime soon. She could see her goal coming to fruition shortly...she could almost touch it. 

“It’s getting late, Y/n. I have to be up super early and so does Ian. Besides, didn’t you say that your sister had a flight in the morning?” 

Y/n sighed. “Yeah, you’re right Courtney. Let me text Emma and pull her away without Ian seeing either of us.”

The woman took out her phone from her denim jacket pocket and began typing out a message to strategically extract her sister from the situation they were in. In the middle of her typing, she felt a hand on her arm.

“Is...is that my jacket?” Courtney forced Y/n to face her fully. “The one I misplaced a year ago and you claimed you had no idea where it went?”

Y/n didn’t look at her as she kept her phone out in an effort to seem too distracted to care. “No. Why would I still have any of your things? What’s the point of holding on to a broken-”

“Hey. Any reason why you asked me to stop talking to that super cute guy over there?” Y/n’s sister asked as she walked up to the other two girls. “We were having a wonderful conversation.”

Y/n began to pull her sister away by the arm. “You have a flight to catch in the morning. Let’s get back to my apartment to make sure you’re all packed and ready to go, yeah?”

Courtney watched them go with a disappointed expression.

Y/n listened to her sister talk on the phone to the people at the airline while she sat at the table with her cereal and orange juice. Apparently, Emma had been moved to a different flight without asking to be and the people on the other end of the phone were not helping matters.

“But that’s just it, I didn’t call to reschedule my original flight. I wanted to double-check my departure time and when I looked it up, it said that my flight had been rescheduled per my request. But I didn’t reschedule it!! Why would I reschedule my flight?! I have to go back to work.” She paused. “No, I need to get put back on the flight I was originally scheduled for. It’s the one I paid for. I didn’t ask to be moved. That’s not on me. I have a job to go to!”

The younger sister stayed silent as she watched her sister try to fix the problem she found herself in. It wouldn’t be an awful thing if Emma stayed an extra day or two, Y/n felt. It could be nice having someone else in the apartment. It got too quiet sometimes.

Y/n looked up when she noticed her sister took a seat across from her own. “So, what’s the verdict?”

The older sister put her head in her hands. “Can I stay an extra day or two? They’re refunding me but I can’t get on a flight for another few days. I truly hope my boss will give me the benefit of the doubt. I don’t know how I ended up in this situation, but here I am. Stuck in L.A.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We can do more things now that you’re gonna be here for a few more days. I feel like I don’t get to see you enough as it is. I miss my big sister.” The girl gave a pout.

“Aw, I miss you too. It’s weird not having you back home. Like, I fully realize that you’re a grown-ass adult but you’re still my baby sister. Just...not as annoying as you used to be. What, with all of your meddlings and getting into my things.” Emma smirked and Y/n laughed.

“Speaking of meddling, why don’t you come to work with me today? Check out what I do and stuff?” Y/n got up to put her dishes in the sink and started her tea kettle.

“How soon are you headed out?”

Y/n looked at her stovetop clock before responding. “Eh. In less than an hour.”

Emma stood up and walked towards the guest room she had been using during her stay. “Guess I better get ready so I can go see what my little sister does for a living. And then judge it harshly.”

The two had been in Y/n’s office for a couple of hours when Emma asked why it seemed so quiet.

“The cast is on location to film a sketch. They probably won't be back until later, if they come back at all. I work on unscripted content, so I’m not typically on the location shoots.” Y/n was typing something on her laptop as she replied.

“Didn’t you say you had a meeting in a few minutes?”

“Oh, frick! Oh my God.” The PA quicklu looked through her things and grabbed her needed materials. “It shouldn’t last for too long. I’ll order us lunch as soon as possible. There are some funny compilation videos that fans made that I’ve been watching already loaded up on my desktop if you want to see more of the people I work with.”

Y/n ran out of her office and across the building to the conference room. As she approached the room, she noted that the meeting hadn’t started yet and there were still a few people missing. She walked in and took a seat next to Matt Raub. Y/n discovered that the closer she sat to him, the less he called on her for things. He was on his laptop, probably going over the notes for the meeting. She took out her materials and got ready for what would hopefully be a short conference. 

“Hey, Y/n.” Ian greeted as he walked into the room. “The front desk said you have a visitor today?”

The woman looked up from her notes from the previous meeting. “Yeah. My sister was supposed to fly back home today but something happened to her flight details and she's staying with me for a few more days. I hope it’s okay that she’s here. I’m not working on any shoots today so I thought she could visit and see what I do.”

“Yeah, that’s completely fine. We’re getting lunch after this. You should bring her with. Let us know more about you. And hey, if she’s cute…” The president of Smosh let his sentence drift off as he opened his laptop.

“Who’s cute?” Matt Raub looked up from his laptop as he finally joined in the conversation while the rest of the unscripted team filled in the room.

                “Nothing, no one.” Y/n quickly replied as she waited for someone to officially start the meeting.

When the meeting finally ended, Ian reminded everyone that lunch was being brought into the break room and it was up for grabs. Y/n exited the room and made her way back to her office intending to convince Emma to eat anywhere that wasn’t there. What she didn’t expect to see was Courtney sitting in one of her chairs, chatting with Y/n’s older sister.

“It was really good to see you yesterday. I wish we would have had more time to hang out.” Emma finished once she noticed Y/n standing in the doorway.

The woman appeared to ignore the actress sitting in her personal space. “Hey, Emma, let’s go out and grab some lunch. I’m craving tacos.”

“I thought you guys were having lunch in the breakroom? I know Ian had ordered stuff.” Courtney mentioned but shrunk in her seat once she felt the heat coming from Y/n’s glare. 

“Yes, thank you, Courtney. I had completely forgotten that. That is also an option. It’s up to you, Emma. Go out or stay in?”

Unsure about what was going on in the room, Emma replied with “I know you’re busy today. I don’t mind staying in so you can get more stuff done. Besides, it’s free, right? What’s better than that?”

“Literally anything, but you’re right. I should be responsible.” Y/n rubbed her forehead, she could feel a headache brewing. “Let’s head to the break room. You can meet my co-workers and work your magic. Maybe you can network and find yourself a new job here instead of back home? Be with your favorite little sister more often…”

Emma laughed as she stood up and the two left the room, having completely ignored Courtney. “You’re the one that was so desperate to leave home, Little Sister. I’m perfectly content with where I am. Maybe you should network yourself back home?”

Y/n stopped them before they entered the break room and gave her sister a deadpan expression. “You got jokes, I’ll give you that. My bosses are in here but they know you’re here. They sound like they genuinely want to meet you. Don’t embarrass me. I beg of you.”

The two walked in and were greeted by the sight of the unscripted production team socializing with each other. There was a mixture of people around laptops, which were probably being used by those that were trying to work through lunch. Except for Ian’s laptop though, of course. He, Matt Raub, and Monica seemed to be laughing at something on the screen. It worked out in Y/n’s favor, though, because she didn’t want to go through what Courtney went through. While yes, Ian would never take a joke too far with anyone on purpose, she wasn’t about to give him the chance to even try. She grabbed her sister’s hand and pulled her to the table that held the food. She signaled for Emma to fill her plate and they picked an unoccupied section of the room to sit and eat at.

Y/n was quietly digging into her food when one of the writers came up and asked for her opinion on something. After making Emma promise that she wouldn’t do something...older-sister-like (wander off and tell embarrassing stories about Y/n’s youth), she joined the writer at his laptop and helped him out. A few moments later and Y/n caught Ian and Emma in a conversation that had them giggling. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about the sight. It made her feel...weird? She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

“I don’t know who that is that Ian’s talking to, but it’s nice to see? Isn’t it?” The writer asked while also watching the two from across the room.

Y/n looked at him with an eyebrow cocked. “That’s my older sister. He’s going to make it weird.”

He nodded in understanding. “Like with Courtney’s sister. I get it. But you have to admit, Y/n, they both look decently happy.” 

“Yeah…” The woman muttered. “Frick.”

Y/n invited Emma back to the office the next day. The older sister almost declined, she needed a little bit more excitement in her day. Not that she minded a chill day every once in a while, but she didn’t want to do nothing again.

“No, today is going to be completely different. We have to film some things. Plus. you were requested to join a SMOSHcast recording if you want to. No pressure. It might be something fun to do? I don’t know why I said that as a question. It’ll for sure be fun. I've been on a few.” Y/n was pouring her tea into a SMOSH thermos to begin her day.

Emma sat at the kitchen table, half-eaten toast with peanut butter plated in front of her, thinking it over. “Hmm...on one condition.”

The producer cast a skeptical eye. “What?”

“You can’t get mad at me when I talk to Courtney.” Emma continued even though her sister had dramatically groaned. “She was a big part of your life. We’ve always been able to get along. I know that the two of you didn’t have the best ending in your relationship, and I’ll always support you. But Courtney and I have always been able to talk easily. It’s a little hard to turn a complete one-eighty. I haven’t seen either of you in person since before you guys broke up. It’s got to catch up with me. Please, just...give me a minute to get my feet on the ground. I’m not like you. You’re so much more fierce with how you handle the people around you. You love hard and if someone ruins that love, you nip them in the bud as soon as you can. I’m not like that.”

Y/n leaned against the kitchen counter as she crossed her arms and nodded, pondering what Emma was saying. “Yeah. I guess that’s why I like you so much. You’re more forgiving than I am to those that hurt those around me.”

Emma took a deep breath at her sister's words. “I’m sorry.”

“No!” Y/n quickly walked over to her sister and threw her arms around her shoulders. “Don’t be! I wasn’t saying that like ‘Oh, Emma never has my back.’ I meant it like, in a general sense. Like you know when to give someone more chances, but you don’t give too many. You know when to forgive and move on. You know how to separate past heartbreaks from the rest of your life, even if you work with them.”

“You can’t avoid her forever, Y/n. It’s like you said, you work with her. The two of you need to have a mature adult discussion and put it all behind you. I don’t think she realizes how much you’re still hurting over this.” 

Y/n released Emma and moved back over to the counter to grab her morning beverage. “You’re right. I know you’re right. But first, I gotta leave before I’m late. I should have been in the car already. If you’re going to come with me, be in the car in ten.”

The two women walked onto the SMOSHcast set, not late enough to where they were already still recording, but late enough to warrant the jokes by the others. Ian was at the head of the table, being the host as usual. Courtney was next to him, much to Y/n’s demise. Emma took the seat next to Courtney to ease her baby sister’s mind, with Y/n taking the end. After they were fitted with headphones and set up with mic stands, they explained to Emma how things were going to go. Then everything went from there.

“Welcome back to another SMOSHcast.” Ian started.

Courtney chimed in with “anotha one”, which caused some giggles. 

“Yes,” Ian continued. “That was the magnificent Co Mill.”

“Tis’ I. The actress of the table,” She greeted. 

“And we have a special guest today. Well, we have two special guests. But one’s more…”

“I swear to God, Ian. If you say something along the lines of “more important” then I will get my revenge during a Pit video.” Y/n jokingly glared at her boss.

“Well, let’s start with you then. Today, we have Y/f/n Y/l/n, a producer for unscripted content here at SMOSH. She’s great. Even when she’s threatening me. She’s still pretty chill.” Ian looked from Y/n to Emma. “And then our extra special guest is Y/n’s older sister, Emma. She’s not on youtube, or in the industry, but there’s a very specific reason why I asked her to be on here today.”

“Thank you for having me, Ian. I listen to the episodes that my sister appears on and they’ve all been great, so far. I’m very thankful for your invite. You guys seem to have a good time.” Emma took a swig from her very own SMOSH thermos that was waiting for her at her seat when she had sat down. 

“Thank you, Emma, for joining us today. How we usually do things is we’ll have some things written down to talk about, a soft outline to keep the show going, but most times we don’t stay on topic. It’s not hard, don’t worry. Just have a good time, okay?” The host 

“Ah, yes.” Said woman hummed into the microphone. “The high point of my day. I know it’s only just starting, but I know I’ll enjoy it.”

“Things are about to get interesting for so many people today.” Ian chuckled into his mic.

“Hey, uh, Y/n. Are you as suspicious as I am, right now?” Courtney was looking straight at her, trying to convey that she felt that something was definitely off.

The two oldest at the table giggled, followed by Ian clearing his throat. “So let’s just get down to it before Ryan and Kevin get on me about not having enough material for posting.”

The cast recording went on as usual. They stayed slightly on topic, jokes were dropped roasts were had, serious conversation made it’s round. Things seemed mostly normal for a SMOSHcast, according to Y/n’s standards. Often, Ian or Emma would make a statement to the other person that would cause her and Courtney to glance at each other. They wanted to make sure that the other one caught what had happened. 

At one point, Emma attempted a joke that only Ian laughed at. But it wasn’t just a pity laugh. It was almost as if there was an inside thought that only they were in on. Y/n kept shifting her eyes between the two of them. Something was up, she could smell it. At first, she thought the idea was to just make her feel uncomfortable, the way Ian did to Courtney about her older sister. The way the two of them were looking at each other, however, told a completely different story. There was something afoot, she just couldn’t figure out what it was yet.

 After one final eye-lock with Courtney, Y/n decided she’d had enough. 

“Alright,” she sat up straight in her seat. “What the actual fuck is going on? There’s a mystery amongst us and I don’t like not knowing what it is. Especially if it involves either myself or my big sister.”

“Yeah, you guys are acting v weird. Like v v weird.” The blonde actress chimed in. 

The two seemed to have a silent conversation before Emma nodded and sat back in her seat, keeping her eyes on the host the entire time.

“So, Y/n, I convinced you to come on with your sister under the pretense that I wanted to harass you like I did with Courtney. Which, by the way, is one of my favorite jokes, mind you. But this time it isn’t a joke. I sincerely want you to know how I feel about Emma.”

Courtney giggled uncomfortably. “Why do I feel like we’re about to have the opposite of the divorce talk?” 

“Oh my God.” Y/n breathed. “Because we are. I don’t...what? You guys JUST met this week. How...What?!”

“Well, Baby Sister, that isn’t exactly true. Ian and I found each other on your social media. Tweet replies happened...and then DM’s...and then texts...and then facetime. This week is just the first time I got to finally see him in real life. And I gotta admit,” Emma winked at the host. “I like in-person a heck of a lot better.”

Ian blushed and looked at his laptop while Y/n remained lost beyond all words. She watched her sister and then watched Ian. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. When had this all started? How deep into their relationship were they?

Ian leaned into his mic, but Y/n had a feeling it was because it got him closer to Emma. “I decided to bring this onto the pod because I wanted to share with everyone where I’m at in life and how I’m feeling about it. And honestly? Emma? I love you. And I’m very thankful that I get to have you in my life. I hope I get to have you next to me for a very long time.”

Y/n swallowed and put her hands on her headset before pulling them off and standing up. “Excuse me.”

She quickly walked off of the set. She kept her head down as she made her way to her office, ignoring the people in the hallways. Once she got to the room, she closed the door and started taking breaths. She didn’t understand her reaction but she couldn’t take it back. She couldn’t believe she walked out of the podcast recording. What was she thinking?

Y/n expected a knock on the door at some point, but what she wasn’t expecting was the person behind it when she opened it. Courtney shyly let herself in and closed the door behind her.

“We wrapped it up. Finnerty thinks there should be enough material, even if they take out the last ten minutes of what was recorded.”

Y/n sat at her desk and laid her head in her hands. “They don’t have to cut it out. It’s my fault, not theirs. They wanted to talk about it, so it should be heard. It shouldn’t be up to me.”

Courtney sat across from the producer. “You know Ian would never put something out there that made any of us uncomfortable. Yeah, it’s his love life, but it’s your family. We’re all family. We look out for another.”

“That’s not why I’m upset, Courtney!” Y/n threw her hands into the air. “I’m happy for them! If they make each other happy, then more power to them! It’s not about Ian and Emma. I mean, yeah, it triggered something. Because now I have to worry even more about my personal life and my business life fucking together. Because it went so well last time!”

Y/n realized she was shouting and apologized quietly to the other girl that had closed her eyes and stayed silent through the tantrum. Neither of them said anything for what felt like hours, but it was only minutes. The producer drummed her fingers on her desk as the actress nibbled at her lip.

“For what it’s worth,” Courtney started. “I’m sorry. About everything. Between us, I mean. I had no idea any of that was going to happen during the recording. But with you and I...we could have had a healthy breakup. Neither of us took it well and it didn’t help that I hooked up with some random friend the next day. It was only a distraction.”

Y/n looked up and met her eyes. “No, Courtney. You don’t owe me an apology. Not for that. We weren’t together anymore. You were allowed to do anything, anyone, that you wanted. That’s the freedom of not being in a relationship, right?”

“I did it because I knew you could see me. I played it off like ‘fuck it, I don’t care’, but really I knew at any given second you could catch us getting close. And for that, I definitely should apologize.” 

Y/n gave a pathetic attempt at a smile to keep herself from crying. “I honestly loved you, Courtney. We were together before you were even out. I felt honored. And then right before you planned on coming out, we broke up. I thought that you were going to come out and that I would be right there with you.”

The tears seemed to be contagious, and Courtney started sniffling. “I wanted you to be there with me. I think I got scared. At first, I was so hyped, but when the day came...I thought it would be better for my image, or what the fuck ever lame excuse I had, if I came out and was single. But I think I was just scared of our relationship. I was absolutely falling in love with you, too, and it scared me. I hadn’t felt that way before and I just kept picturing it crashing. I had no clue how to save it if it did. I decided to hit the self-destruct button. It had to be easier if I was the one that ran it into the ground, right?”

“I was really mad at Emma yesterday when I came in here and watched how easily you two talked to each other. It’s been almost a year and I still don’t know how to ask you how your day has been. And when I saw you two laughing as if our breakup didn’t break me...I think I was jealous. Not because I want our relationship back, but because I wanted what we were before our relationship happened.” Y/n began wiping her nose with one of the tissues she kept by her monitor. 

“I miss it, too.” Courtney gave a half-smile. “Maybe one day we could make it back there?”

“I’d like that, Court.”

“It wasn’t you guys.” Y/n found herself in Ian’s office with Emma sitting on his couch, coffee in the older sister’s hand. “I, in no way, am upset at you guys finding someone that you love. If I can speak frankly, I panicked because I saw my personal life and my professional life crumbling down around me and it terrified me. I can’t help the fact that you two found each other. And you two are not responsible for how I reacted. I’m still dealing with the last time those two parts of me crashed and burned. I want you guys to know how much you mean to me as individuals and I can’t wait to see how you two are together.”

Ian was sitting at his desk. He thought through Y/n’s words before carefully choosing his own. “I would never want to do something, as your boss, to make you feel uncomfortable outside of this building. If this isn’t for you, Emma and I being together, then let me know. Yeah, it might suck, but you were my producer before I met Emma. My first priority was and is my work. And you��re a part of that. So if it does start to be too much for you, then please let me know. Don’t ever feel like you’d have to choose between Emma or here.”

Y/n made her way to his side of the desk and hugged him around his shoulders. “I know this isn’t your thing but deal with it for a few seconds. Today has been a lot. We both need this.”

When Y/n released her hold she kept her hands on his shoulders. “But, real talk? If you hurt my big sister I’ll hide your body so fast, no one will know.”

#smosh ian #smosh #smosh fanfic #smosh courtney #courtney miller x reader #break even #passionate-hedgehog #ian hecox x oc #is this another smoshcast

[my-name-is-boneless]

Shout out to this absolute king on Twitter for voicing my exact feelings.

[ID: tweet from Twitter user @/KBFCrave in response to a recent tweet from Ian Hecox. "To give some honest feedback, I love smosh and will continue to be a fan and support the crew, however I am no longer interested in seeing Matt Raub in videos after the recent allegations about how he has treated crew members. His presence in videos is enough for me to click away. What's worse is I don't think there has been any accountability, acknowledgment, or apology from him. Please take a page from Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter on how they handled their own situation." End ID]

#smosh #smosh discourse #smosh drama #? #boze #stan boze #fuck matt raub #smosh games #smosh fire matt raub challenge #rooster teeth #achievement hunter #i added an image description #smoshblr

[kuiperchaos]

Didn’t M*tt R*ub also do the same thing to Shayne with peanut butter or something? I think it was a Christmas video where it happened.

Yeah, but Shayne isn’t actually allergic to peanut butter, it’s just a running joke and he at least gave Shayne gloves to dig out the gift and wipes to clean it off. Hope that answers the question!

#it was the smosh games secret santa vid #fuck matt raub #fuck matt #matt raub #shayne smosh #smosh #smosh shayne #shayne topp #smosh discourse #discourse

[mashiran]

i just caught up on all the smosh summer games and when joven won mvp, i fucking SOBBED

LIKE LOOK AT MARI AND IAN WHEN THEY REALIZE

AND THEN MATT RAUB ANNOUNCES JOVEN AS THE WINNER AND THE WHOLE TEAM GOES CRAZY

AND JOVEN IS JUST STANDING THERE

TOTALLY BLANK

AND THEN HE REALIZES

ASKS MATT RAUB IF THIS IS SERIOUS

AND THEN BATHES IN THE GLORY HE DESERVES!!!!

like GOD i’m watching this in february and like holy fuck. if i saw this when it came out i would’ve been DEAD! I ADORE JOVEN SO MUCH AND THE FACT THAT HE’S GROWN SO MUCH OVER THE YEARS AND FINALLY GETS THE THING HE DESERVES SO MUCH, I’M LITERALLY SHAKINF FROM HOW HAPPY I AM!

i don’t know who would deserve it more than joven in ssg apocalypse. i’m fucking ESTATIC.

sorry to all my followers that don’t give a shit about this but i just really wanted to say how amazed and proud of him!

#beep beep jet #joven #smosh #matt raub #mari takahashi #ian hecox #shayne topp #vid #ssg apocalypse #toxicitea #wes the editor

[thosedamnsmoshkids]

what is it about matt raub that just fucking unlocks the cain instinct in sarah?

#matt raub #sarah whittle #smosh

[galacticchaosminion]

jenna marbles messed up but left because she felt so guilty, shane dawson seemed like he had grown from his past but didnt, game grumps are groomers, matt raub from smosh is a racist.. HOW ABOUT YOUTUBERS STOP IT??????? because i swear to god if markiplier, jacksepticeye, crankgameplays or thomas turn pure fucking evil like the rest have (minus jenna cuz ya know..) i will strangle them all.

[mymindswriting]

Those Three Little Words (Smosh)

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader

Words: 3159

Warnings: Mention of anxiety, a couple swearwords, angst but major cavity giving fluff!!

Request: Anonymous: “hi I have a request if you’re comfortable with it! Could you do a Damien x reader where they have been dating for only a couple months (or whatever) but it’s both of their first relationships in a long time so they took it slow but like they wanna take things to the next level but she’s nervous because she hasn’t had sex with anyone in a long time and so when she brings up her concerns he’s like really sweet and understanding and just like takes it slow with her and makes sure she’s comfortable?”

A/N: I loved this request so much. I didn’t end up making it smut, mostly because Dames is my pure baby boi but if it’s something people wanna read, I could make a part two including that, but only if it’s something people would want! Thank you so much for this request, I got really inspired by it and I’m very stressed with school right now and probably should have done work instead but I mean, it helped take my mind off stuff! Enjoy!

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*Gifs are not mine, all credit is due to the owners

“Thank you guys so much for watching, make sure to subscribe and hit that like button!” Keith exclaimed to the camera with a big smile. Courtney, Noah, Shayne, Olivia, and Damien all sent their own massive smiles towards the camera, standing around the stool where Keith sat.

“See you next time, uh buh bye!” Ian said with a wave to the camera.

“Bye!” The rest of the cast waved with him, waiting for the okay to leave the set.

“And cut! Good episode, guys!” Matt Raub announced to the team, walking on set to give them enthusiastic high fives. You watched from the sidelines, a couple trays of drinks in hand as you smiled at the cast. Shayne was the first one to spot your lurking body as you stepped closer towards the light.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite slave!” You snorted at his words as you shook your head, sauntering over to the group making sure to hand them the correct drinks.

“You wish, Shayne. At the end of the day, you know you couldn’t function without me.”

“That’s a truth bomb right there,” Ian commented, taking his drink from your hand with a quick thank you and a smile.

“And here’s yours, Dames, just how I know you like it,” You looked up into Damien’s glowing eyes and a shy smile, handing it the beverage he requested earlier that day. He pulled you into a quick hug, landing a chaste kiss to your forehead, causing your stomach to jump suddenly.

“Thanks, babe,” Your face flushed at his words as you smiled a little brighter, pulling away from him. You shot him one last glance before walking out of the room, cheeks tinted a nice shade of red.

You weren’t a full-time cast member; typically just helping and assisting the cast with whatever they needed, but you’ve made a couple appearances on some episodes and sketches. Enough to at least be known in the Smosh fandom. You sort of saw yourself more as the Smosh cast assistant, even though Ian and Matt always said you were so much more than just that. But, regardless, you were always ready to lend a helping hand to any cast or crew member at Smosh as they needed. That was one of the things Damien loved so much about you.

If it wasn’t obvious already, Damien Haas is your boyfriend, and honestly, you couldn’t be happier with him by your side. It was only the beginning of your relationship, being together for almost five months, but it was still something beautiful. He made you so happy and made coming to work exciting again. He gave you butterflies in the best way, or at least he USED to.

You didn’t want to end things. Far from it, actually. You wanted more. You and Damien unanimously decided that you would take things slow since both of you hadn’t been in a committed relationship for quite some time. Honestly, your heart melted every time you saw Damien. He was the perfect gentleman, never pressuring you to stay at his house or doing anything you didn’t want to, getting you small little gifts that wouldn’t overwhelm you but still held so much love in them, and the way he spoke to you. God, you were whipped. He respected the hell out of you, and frankly, he loved you. And you loved him too, but that’s where your nerves kicked in. The last time you said those three little words to someone they laughed in your face. That was over three years ago, and it still affected you. Deep in your melty little heart, you knew Damien loved you as well (he did) but you’re brain still told you he didn’t or at least wasn’t there yet.

It was agony.

“Hey, Y/N!” You jumped slightly just outside of the doorway as you turned around, coming face to face with your goofy boy, your whole body more aware of its surroundings than usual.

“It’s not a stream day for me so did you wanna spend some time together later? Order some takeout?” Damien asked you with a shy smile, his hand going to scratch the back of his neck as he asked you. You nodded a little too quickly and swallowed harshly.

“Uh, yeah! Yeah, that sounds good!” You said, way too enthusiastically for your liking. You shut your eyes quickly, taking a deep breath before looking back up at a concerned Damien, clearing your throat.

“I’d love to, Dames. Uh, around what time?”

“I can pick up the food and come to you if that’s easier. Are you okay?” Damien asked you, his hand going to squeeze your arm as you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. So I’ll see you later then?” You asked, hugging yourself in an effort to calm down while attempting to dodge Damien’s question.

“Yeah, I’ll text you okay? Remember to eat something today, okay?” Damien said to you, quickly leaning in to land a loving kiss to your cheek. You nodded at him and blushed, still attempting to avoid eye contact. 

“See you later, sweets,” Damien smiled briefly before heading off down the hall. You turned and watched him leave with a sigh, beating yourself up for how nervous you’ve been around him lately. You bit your lip as you stared at the ground momentarily before realizing where you were standing. You lifted your head and looked to your left, peering back into the room where Courtney, Shayne, and Olivia watched you with concerned eyes. You swallowed thickly as you hurriedly adjusted your bag and headed down the hall to your desk, attempting to forget any of that just happened.

After mentally cursing yourself out for being such a nervous dweeb in front of your own boyfriend, you decided to keep yourself busy with things to do around the office; things no one ever thought to really do. As you brewed yourself a cup of coffee in the break room beside the offices, you wiped down the cabinets and took care of some of the dishes building up in the sink. You were putting away the last mug on the shelf when Shayne and Courtney sauntered in, and of course, shut the door behind them. You jumped at the sound of the door slamming as you turned to face them, already dreading what they were going to ask you.

“Hey guys, wha-“

“What’s going on?” Courtney asked you with a nod of her head, her eyebrows furrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest. You stared at her, a shocked look on your face, your gaze shifting between her and Shayne who stood beside her leaning on the dining chair tucked to the table.

“Wha-? N-nothings going on, Court, I don’t know what your-“

“Y/N, you’ve been acting off for days now, somethings gotta be going on in that overactive head of yours,” Shayne said with a sad smile, looking into your terrified eyes.

“I-“ You didn’t know what to say to excuse your behaviour. They were right, it was very unlike you to act this way at all. You didn’t think it was THAT obvious to them, but obviously, you underestimated your friendship with these two. You sighed and pulled out a chair from the table, flopping down with a groan while putting your face down on the table.

“Oh hunny,” Courtney said quietly as she sat down next to you, grabbing your hand with hers. Shayne took a seat across from you, worry evident on his chiselled face.

“I hate myself.” You said into your arm, your voice muffled by the flesh and the table.

“No, you don’t. Tell me what’s going on.” Courtney asked you, rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand.

“Is everything alright with Damien?” Shayne questioned, leaning his elbows on the table.

“Everything’s perfect. And that’s the problem.” You exasperated, your eyes shutting in annoyance with yourself.

“What’s the problem?” Shayne asked, confusion taking over the worry as he pursed his lips, looking down to you. You groaned as you sat up, leaning back in your chair.

“Everything’s perfect. Damien makes me so fucking happy and he makes me feel so special and that’s the problem. I don’t wanna ruin what we have…”

“How would you ruin it? He feels the same way about you, you’ve gotta know that.” Shayne said with a small shake of his head. You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath as you squeezed Courtney’s hand attempting to ground yourself.

“I want more.”

“How so?”

“I wanna tell him I love him and sleep next to him at night and wake up in his arms and…” Your voice tapered off as your face flushed red, your eyes looking down to the table.

“Ah, okay, I understand,” Shayne said, a small smirk gracing his lips as he leaned back in his chair. Courtney nodded as she licked her lips, squeezing your hand.

“So you wanna confess your love for-“

“You wanna fuck his brains out.”

You were taken aback by Shayne’s interruption, not ready for those words to leave his mouth. Shock took over your expression as you stared at him, your mouth slightly agape.

“Shayne!” Courtney shrieked, slapping him on the chest.

“Ow! I mean, I’m right, aren’t I?!” Shayne shouted back, gesturing to you across from him.

“No! I-I mean, yes, but that sounds so... intense,” You shook your head quickly as you shut your eyes.

“Love is intense.” Shayne retorted, causing you to groan as you placed your head in your hands, leaning on the table.

“Maybe I put it a little too bluntly, but I am right, right? You wanna take the relationship to the next step,” Shayne said to you, leaning closer towards you. You looked up to stare into his eyes before nodding slowly, your lip quivering slightly.

“You know he feels the same way, Y/N. The way he makes you feel is exactly how you make him feel,” Courtney spoke to you, sending you a small smile.

“I’m almost positive he loves you too.”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“But what if he does and you’ll never know?” Shayne challenged you with a look. You glared at him, unable to think of anything to say, mostly because you knew he was right.

“Hey, everything alright in here?” You broke from your trance when Ian’s voice filled the room. He stepped into the room, opening the door slowly and looking between the three of you. Courtney and Shayne stood up from their chairs, sending you one last quick smile.

“Have fun tonight, okay? Everything is perfect.” Courtney reminded you with a smile as she and Shayne walked out of the room, leaving you with a confused Ian and your thoughts.

“You alright, Y/N/N?” Ian asked you, walking over to the cabinets while keeping his gaze on you. You nodded slowly and swallowed your fears.

“I will be.” You muttered, looking back up at him. Ian only nodded as he looked through one of the cabinets. You slowly stood up from your chair and grabbed your stuff to head back to your desk.

“Hey Y/N where are the-“

“Cups? Far-left cabinet.” You answered with a smile, turning to look at him while continuing to back out of the room.

“You’re the best.”

“I know,” You spoke quietly as you rushed out of the room, nerves slightly more settled than before.

-

The day moved by pretty quickly. You didn’t get a chance to see Damien before you left for the day, but honestly, you were relieved. Of course, you love to see him and you couldn’t wait to spend time with him tonight but you just couldn’t stop thinking about your future with him.

Does he love me too?

Does he want a future with me?

Does he want to take our relationship to the next step?

You drove yourself crazy with questions and no answers as you tidied up your apartment, not being able to sit down and relax before Damien got here.

Three knocks on your door brought you out of your trance and you swore your stomach fell out. You tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear and take a deep breath, moving to open the door. Damien smiled brilliantly when he saw your face, and you did the same once you saw him, the takeout, and a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“Dames, oh my God! You shouldn’t have,” You mumbled the last bit as he stepped inside, pulling you into his chest.

“I know, but I wanted to, just for you,” Damien smiled, kicking off his shoes before heading to the kitchen to drop off the food. You followed close behind, your heart on fire as you searched your cabinet for a vase, filling it with water and making sure the flowers were the centrepiece of your entranceway, right on the table.

“I love them, Damien, thank you,” You smiled as you pulled him close to you, leaning your head against his chest and inhaling his calming scent, your arms going around his waist and his holding your back.

“Of course, sweets, I wanted to bring some smiles to that beautiful face of yours, you seemed a little upset about something today.” You stiffened in his arms as you swallowed your words, lifting your head to look him in the eyes. The same concern that was there earlier resurfaced as he cupped your face, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Somethings bothering you,” Damien whispered, staring into your eyes. You tried to look anywhere but at his face, afraid to make eye contact with him, not knowing what you might say if you do.

“Do you not want to be together anymore?” Damien asked you with sadness laced in his words. Your eyes widened as you moved your hands to cup his face, Damien’s hands falling to your hips to pull you even closer.

“No no! Oh my gosh, Dames, I’ve never been so happy with anyone else before, I just…” You but your lip as you moved your gaze from him to the floor.

“You can tell me anything, sweets,” Damien said to you, slight worry still shown in his voice.

“I just… am ready for more.” You muttered, anxiety flowing through you like electricity.

“We’ve been taking things slow, which honestly, thank you, I haven’t been in a relationship this wonderful before and it’s all so overwhelming in some ways.” You began to speak, your eyes glued to the floor behind Damien as he rubbed your sides, trying to ease your anxiety that he could feel radiating off of you.

“I’m not good with this kind of stuff, and I’m not experienced and I have a tough time getting words to come out of my mouth but…” You nodded to yourself as you scrunched your toes.

“I’m ready, for more, Dames. I’m ready to fall asleep next to you and wake up in your arms and take things further, if you know what I mean, and I wanna say those three little words to you so bad but I’m afraid it’s too early for you or I might ruin things because you don’t feel the same and I’m just making things worse and-“

“I love you.”

“Yeah exactly, those are the three words I- wait, what?” Damien’s expression revealed to you only love as he let out a breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” Damien repeated to you, grabbing your hands in his own and squeezing them gently. You searched his eyes for any sign of doubt or regret, but never saw any. Only love, like he said. You smiled and licked your lips, your chest beginning to heave up and down.

“I love you too,” You mumbled, rubbing your thumbs over his hands. Damien’s eyes twinkled in the dim light of your hallway as he smiled, bringing both your hands up to his lips.

“I’ve felt the same way for a while now. I didn’t want to pressure you into anything you weren’t comfortable with, I was waiting for you to be ready.” Damien mumbled against your hands, laying a gentle kiss to your soft flesh.

“Dames…” You felt the sting of tears hit you as you put your hands around his neck and held his body against yours in a warm and loving embrace. Damien wrapped his arms protectively around you, giving your forehead a quick kiss before pulling you against him more. You inhaled his scent once again and sighed deeply, a stray tear escaping from your eye and racing down your cheek.

“I love you,” You whispered to him, your voice shaking slightly at the true confession. You pulled away to look at him, keeping your hands locked around his neck as you bit your lip anxiously. Damien lifted his left hand from around your waist to your cheek, making sure to use his thumb to wipe away the tears from your flushed cheeks.

“C’ mere, sweets,” Damien muttered before leaning his head down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. You whimpered slightly into the kiss as Damien walked you back against the wall not far behind you. Your lips morphed together, moved together like the moon moved with the stars. Your heart blossomed as he pressed further against you, his touch sending fireworks off all over your sensitive skin. Your hand wandered to his hair, tugging on Damien’s locks gently as the passion grew deeper, all of the repressed emotions of this fiery and deep desire for one another flooding out of both of you like a tidal wave of emotional love. You both had dreamt and craved this intimacy for so long, and now that it was released you felt the feelings of longing and adoration for each other grow stronger with every move of your lips.

It was magical; something out of a movie. 

You pulled away from him slowly, your lips red and plump from the sinful kiss as you smiled, leaving one last chaste kiss on Damien’s equally reddening lips. Damien’s left hand continued to cup your cheek while the other was around your back, keeping you pressed against his warm body. You smiled at him and stared into his glowing eyes, both of you living in the moment with each other.

“The foods gonna get cold,” You whispered to him, causing a small chuckle to fall from his lips. Damien sighed as his left hand left your cheek to hug you once again, not wanting the feeling of your body to leave him, or his mind. His gesture made you giggle as you brought your hands to his chest.

“But… stay the night?” You asked him hopefully, your eyes glimmering with a mix of nervousness, neediness and love. Damien nodded, his hands feeling your body as he smiled at you; a pure look of love and nothing else filling his expression.

“I’d love to, sweets.”

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[tickletastic]

Milkshakes From Hell Challenge

Fandom: Smosh

Ship: N/A

Summary: Shayne is sick and tired of Damien always beating everyone when they play video games, so he spontaneously decides to implement a handicap to help everyone else out.

Notes: I accidentally made this kinda long? My bad bros

“Hello gamers and gentlebugs! Today we are going to be playing a personal favourite of mine, Super Smash Bros!” Damien was loud as he introduced the video, everyone around him cheering in response. “We are going to be playing four versus four, and every time someone loses they will have to drink a mystery milkshake from one of the glasses in front of us!”

Shayne had started to absentmindedly flick the shell of Damien’s ear, and was caught off-guard when Damien turned around to face him. “First up will be me, Shayne, Lasercorn, and Courtney! The first one out will be replaced by Ian or Sarah in the next round.”

The four of them equipped themselves with remotes, going through the motions to choose their characters.

Shayne looked directly into the camera to his left, putting his hand in front of his mouth as if to whisper, “Damien once told me that nobody good ever plays as Kirby, so I think I might just prove him wrong.”

Damien laughed in response, shaking his head back and forth. “No way Shayne. Don’t worry though, maybe Matt’ll bring you a tissue box so you can wipe up your loser tears.”

The comment brought about laughter from the rest of the cast, and from behind the camera Matt Raub could be heard disagreeing with Damien’s statement.

They quickly finished up with choosing their characters, Lasercorn as Bowser, Courtney as Jigglypuff, Damien as Pit, and Shayne as Kirby. They randomized the stage and ended up in Luigi’s Mansion.

As soon as the round started, Damien was at Shayne, repeatedly killing him every time he respawned, leaving no room or time for Shayne to move from the platform and try to run or fight back. Shayne started yelling at Damien, the two of them bickering back and forth about Damien’s strategy. 

“Like an old married couple,” Lasercorn mouthed to the camera. 

“Oh no! Trouble in paradise for Shaymien!” Courtney yelled in a high-pitched voice, shaking her head about so her hair tousled a little.

Shayne’s yelling got louder and louder over time as he realized that nobody else playing had been killed as many times as he had, thanks to Damien. When Damien realized the same, he backed off and started to go hard on Lasercorn. Of course, it was too late, and the round ended with Shayne as the loser, all thanks to Damien. 

“This is your fault, asshole,” Shayne grumbled while placing his controller down, looking towards the glasses on the table. He ended up picking a green milkshake, picking it up and sniffing it before moving it away from his face in disgust. “I think I already know what this is, and I don’t like it.”

“Just frickin’ drink it bro,” Damien responded in a dramatic valley girl accent.

Shayne glared at Damien, sticking up his middle-finger in the direction of his best friend. “Fuck you Dami, you’re the sole reason for my suffering. You should be drinking this shit.”

Damien laughed, and Sarah extended her hand, placing it on Shayne’s shoulder. “C’mon, just drink it you big baby.” 

Shayne skipped the straw all together, placing his lips on the rim of the milkshake glass, effectively getting whipped cream all over his face. When he had finished, he ate the cherry on top as he felt his face heat up. 

“Wait, Shayne, what is it?” Sarah inquired, making note of how red his face was going. 

Shayne started to cough, doubling over and spitting into a bucket that had been provided to him. It was exactly what he had suspected, and he attempted to explain through his coughing, “It’s wasabi.”

“Totally gross dude, that would definitely not bring any boys to your yard,” Damien laughed, once again speaking in a silly voice. The only response he received was yet another rude gesture made with Shayne’s hand.

Shayne got a glass of milk, and went back to sit on the couch, sitting behind where Damien was sitting on the other couch. Ian quickly took Shayne’s previous seat, switching the character to Charizard. 

The round quickly started up, and it had been a pretty even fight between Ian, Courtney, and Lasercorn. Damien was trying to go easy, but he still had yet to die. Right before the end of the round, Damien blasted Courtney out of the map, and she ended up losing. 

“You suck, Damien!” Courtney shouted, pretending to throw a fit in response to her loss. She picked up a glass that was reddish-pink in colour, “I really hope this is cherry.”

She gagged a little when she drank it, immediately stopping once she had the taste in her mouth. 

“The whole thing, Court! You gotta drink the whole thing. If I had to suffer through it, so do you,” Shayne yelled when she attempted to place the glass down.

“Bro, I’ll actually puke. This tastes like straight-up shit. I actually cannot drink the rest of this.” Courtney put the glass down, spitting into the bucket. 

“You gotta drink it, Courtney,” Matt said from beyond the camera. 

Courtney let out a whining sound before bringing the straw back to her mouth. She plugged her nose and finished it, immediately grabbing the bucket and spitting into it. “That was disgusting.”

“What’d you drink, Miss Courtney?” Damien asked.

“Actual shit would be my best guess.”

“Wrong! It was dog food.” Matt was laughing as he watched Courtney gag into the bucket again. 

“Gross.”

Courtney sat to Shayne’s right on the couch in the back as Sarah took her seat. Sarah chose Rosalina and Luma, even though Lasercorn advised her against it, and they started the round. Shayne felt that Damien was doing a little too well, as he had been the whole time, but he didn’t act on it. 

Lasercorn ended up losing, drinking a milkshake that ended up being surprisingly good, cereal and milk. 

“I think Damien has had way too much practice in this game, I think it would be fair if we gave him a handicap, don’t you guys agree?” Shayne asked everyone else, all of which seemed to agree.

“Sounds perfectly fair to me,” Sarah laughed, ruffling Damien’s hair.

“Nothing will deter me, I will always come out on top!” Damien announced, punching his fists into the air. 

“We’ll see about that.”

Shayne waited until the game had started, scooting forwards so he was sitting on the edge of the couch. He rested his wrists on the back of the couch above Damien’s head, knowing that Damien would be able to feel the groove in the couch, trying to add suspense. 

Damien decided that this round he would go after Ian, knocking Ian out multiple times like how he had done to Shayne.

“Damien, chill! C’mon Shayne, if you want to take Damien out then I think the time is now,” Ian begged, taking his eyes off of the screen for a second to look Shayne in his eyes.

Shayne laughed in response before he started to poke Damien, lightly at first, in his upper ribs. Without being behind Damien, you wouldn’t be able to see Shayne’s wiggling fingers, but Damien had started to squirm comedically in his seat. 

“Shanye don’t do that,” Damien teased, purposely mispronouncing his best friend’s name. 

“Uh, I’m just trying to make it fair for everyone else that’s playing. I’m doing the Lord’s work,” Shayne teased back. 

Shayne slipped his fingers under Damien’s arms, and Damien’s own mouth betrayed him. He started to giggle, trying to squirm away from his fingers while still paying attention to the game. He was still beating up Ian pretty bad in-game, but his attacks were getting weaker and weaker as time went on. At this point, everyone else had noticed Damien’s little predicament, and Sarah could feel his wiggling as she sat next to him on the couch. 

“What’s wrong Damien, a little ants in your pants?” Sarah teased him, taking advantage of Damien’s weakened state in order to help Ian beat him up. 

Courtney scooted closer to Shayne and reached out her own fingers, laughing when Damien tried to curl up on himself, bringing his knees onto the couch. 

“I alwahahays come out on top,” Damien exclaimed, trying to get back into his previous groove despite the fingers that were tickling him. Courtney wiggled the fingers of one of her hands on Damien’s neck, watching as he brought his shoulder up to meet his ear. 

The game came to an end, and Sarah ended up losing the round. Shayne started to wiggle his fingers faster over Damien’s ribs during the break in playing, and Damien was quick to curl in on himself into the couch when Sarah got up, giggling into his hands as he tried to use his elbows to block the attacking fingers.

“St-stahahap it! Dohohon’t do that, we’re nohohot even plahahaying!” Damien squealed when one of Shayne’s hands slipped under his arm again. 

Shayne stopped for a moment, Courtney following suit, “let’s save it for the next round.”

They watched as Sarah chose a purple milkshake, jumping straight in and chugging the entire thing. When she finished, there was a wide smile across her face. “It’s blueberry! This is amazing!”

Courtney started clapping, inviting Sarah to sit next to her as Shayne got up to sit on the front couch next to Damien. 

“I can go easy on you, but I’ll still win,” Damien told Ian, looking over at him. “This round, I will play as Wii Fit Trainer.”

Ian stuck out his hand to shake, “may the best gamer win.”

Shayne was immediate with Damien’s handicap when the round started, wiggling his fingers fast and rough over Damien’s tummy. Damien’s laughter was loud and bubbly as he tried to dodge Shayne’s fingers. He once again felt Courtney’s fingers join the mix, spidering up and down his ribs from behind. 

“Why are you laughing Day? Huh? What’s so funny, buddy?” Shayne teased.

Damien snorted softly, shaking his head rapidly. “Thihihis isn’t fair!”

Lasercorn laughed, looking at Damien, “you think this isn’t fair? What’s not fair was expecting us to win Smash Bros against you, someone who definitely has at least 200 hours of gameplay, without any handicap.”

“Honestly!” Courtney agreed, digging her fingers in harder. 

Damien cried out, trying to prevent his body from betraying him and forcing his head back. 

“How am I still losing?” Ian questioned angrily, simply trying to dodge Damien’s attacks instead of initiating his own at that point. 

“Maybe I can help with that,” Sarah responded giddily.

Damien started begging for Sarah not to, but he knew he was doomed when he felt her fingers under his arms, where Shayne’s had been only a round earlier. 

Damien yelled out and dropped his remote to the ground, covering his face with his hands. Even though he wasn’t even playing, Ian was still pretty behind from before, so Sarah, Shayne, and Courtney continued their torture to make sure that Damien couldn’t reach for his remote. Damien’s laughter was bubbly and high-pitched, soft snorts and hiccups laced in between. Damien couldn’t help but beg for them to stop, twitching erratically as the fingers continued to prod him. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Ian exclaimed, tossing his remote onto his chair as he got up and cheered. 

Sarah removed her fingers, and Courtney did the same, ruffling Damien’s hair. Shayne kept up his fingers, knowing his best friend well enough to know what tickles would drive him crazy. 

“Shayne, buddy, I think you might kill Damien,” Courtney reasoned, putting her hand on Shayne’s shoulder. Damien’s face had become pretty red, and his laughter was becoming more hiccups than giggles. 

When Shayne stopped, Damien instantly curled into a ball, bringing his knees up onto the couch, his face still hidden behind his hands. 

“How adorable,” Sarah cooed, looking down at Damien on the couch. 

Damien’s giggling went on for a few minutes, his body shaking with every giggle, and when he finally calmed down he was holding his ribs. He sat back up on the couch, panting softly while he reached for the final milkshake. 

The milkshake was dark brown, with small specks of red in it. He definitely wasn’t excited to drink it. He looked at Ian, playfully glaring, “this drink would have been yours if everyone weren’t plotting against me.”

Damien skipped the straw, much like Shayne had, and chugged it in a few seconds. His face, which had began to lose its redness since he had calmed, started to turn red again. 

“What is it?” Ian asked excitedly. 

“Chocolate and hell,” Damien started to cough violently, searching for a drink. 

“Matt?” Sarah asked, looking over at him. 

“It is leftover ghost pepper chocolate from our Mario Party video!”

Damien rapidly consumed the milk that was brought to him, trying to fan the heat from his tongue as Ian did the video’s outro. 

“I hate you guys,” Were the final words that Damien muttered before running out into the kitchen to get more milk, and they were the final words that made it into the video.

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