#ler!damien

You had been working at Smosh for some time now. You joined along side Angela and Chanse. You had always been known to be the rational yet funny one, like Shayne or Amanda.

But there was a side to you they didn’t see. You had been keeping it a secret this whole time, for fear of them thinking you’re weird.

See, before you joined you had been a long time fan of the channel, and the fandom. But it was the corner of the fandom you were embarrassed about. The Tickle Community.

You had been on tumblr many times to read fanfics and see short clips taken from videos about them being tickled or mentioning it or what have you.

So when you were in LA at one point and just happened to meet Courtney at the store, things got awkward for you real quick.

But despite that, you hit it off and she said you were very quick witted and funny, and then one thing lead to another, and you got a job.

You’re very pessimistic when it comes to luck and winning and all that. More logical and realistic. So you didn’t expect anything from that meet up, other then a hello, a few laughs, some jokes here and there and maybe even a picture.

But, a job? No way.

But all that aside, after awhile you got used to working here and had made good friendships with the rest of the cast and crew.

Well, except for that one tiny thing in the back of your mind that made you panic a little inside when one of them said hi or even mentioned your off demeanor.

That would go off every once and a while, while you guys were filming this one video.

You were put in a board af video with Damien, Amanda and Arasha. Three people you loved hanging out with, so this should be easy… right?

While Arasha was talking with Spencer about something, and Damien was doing a bit for the beginning of the video, You were explaining everything to Amanda.

“Ok, so when someone pulls a exploding squirrel card, that means they do what?” You asked. “They have to pick up 6 cards.” She answered, a little tired of having to be told how to play games.

“Ok, we’re gunna start rolling in 10 minutes. There’s some technical stuff we need to show to the new intern first.” Spencer said off camera.

You were sat sort of across from Amanda, Arasha was sitting at the end on your left, and then Damien came back and sat in-between you and Amanda. (This’ll all make sense soon, trust)

Damien sighed. “I’m kinda bored, Whata you guys wanna do while we still have some time?” He asked you and Amanda.

You were now focused on talking to Arasha. “I’m gunna go get water and pee before we start rolling.” She stated. You nodded. “Hello?” Damien questioned. Just as Arasha left and you were about to answer Damien, he poked you in the side to get your attention.

It all happened so fast. So fast that you actually didn’t have enough time to hide your reaction, and instead jerked so hard you fell out of your chair.

“Woah… are you ok?” He said, with confused laughter. “Yeah, I’m fine. You just caught me off guard.” You made an excuse, which Damien didn’t buy.

He gave another poke once you sat back down. You made another jerking motion, but not as severe since you expected this one.

“Are you sure?” You swear there was a teasing tone to his voice. He then quickly scribbled your side, and you clamped your arms down.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking all of the sudden?” He asked, full well knowing what he was doing.

You fell again, but this time he followed you down and hovered his hand just over you side.

“Nooo!” You blurted out on accident. He immediately stopped and sat back normally in his chair and helped you up.

“Ok, I get it. I’m not gunna keep doing it if you don’t want to be tickled.” He said the dreaded t word that made butterflies in your stomach.

You sat back up in your chair too, now looking away a bit. Hoping no one notices your sadness that it ended.

But someone did. Amanda. She looked you up and down, and then it clicked. She got up and walked over to Damien’s left side and started to whisper in his ear about something.

When she did, he looked back over at you in surprise, and then gave a warm smile and ‘aww’d. But then that warm smile quickly turned to a mischievous teasing grin.

You felt your stomach flip flop as you saw the change, and grew a nervous smile.

Amanda stopped whispering in his ear and they both stood up. Amanda stood back as Damien stood over you slightly.

You, with giddy panic, stood up yourself and started slowly stepping back. But every step you took backwards, he took forwards.

Arasha finally, at the worst possible time, came back from the bathroom with a water in her hand. “Hey, what’s going on? Why does Y/N look so nervous?” She asked, unaware of what went on when she left.

“Oh nothing, me and Y/N are just playing a game of try not to laugh.” Why?! Why was he so goddamn teasy out of nowhere?? Where was this coming from?

“Oh, can I play?” She asked. “No, this game is more just between me and them.” He said, with another prowling look to you.

“I’ll just watch then.” She then sat back down in her chair and watched this go down. “No, please! Go do something else Arasha…” You whined slightly.

“Why? Is something wrong?” Your face got hotter as you looked back over at Damien, who had the biggest amused grin on his face. “Yeah, why can’t she stay Y/N?” He asked, teasing you more.

You couldn’t handle the teasing and the eye contact. So your retreated into your hands to cover your red face, and so you didn’t have to look at Damien’s smug expression anymore.

“Because!” You didn’t have a real answer, you were too flustered to think right now.

“Because why?” Arasha asked. Damien happily answered for you. “Because they’re to embarrassed to have someone else find out about their adorable secret.” He teased.

You sat in the chair closest to you, out of fear of your knees buckling under the pressure of the teasing.

You brought your knees to your chest and buried your face in them instead of your hands. Damien used this as an opening and started to scratch a finger on your neck.

Arasha looked confused as you scrunched up as much as you could without revealing your bright red burning hot face.

“Come on… Amanda told me you wanted this. Why’re you holding back?” He teased.

You couldn’t protect your neck very well, and when he added one finger on each side you couldn’t help but let out a few giggles.

“Aww! Wait, are they ticklish?” Arasha asked the obvious. Damien nodded as he went for your open pits.

The dam broke and you finally threw your head back in laughter and clamped your arms to your sides.

“That’s adorable.” Amanda finally spoke. “Oh no! My hands are stuck… I’m gunna have to wiggle my way out.” He said, as he scratched his fingers as best he could in your armpits.

“Nahaha! God!” You exclaimed. He managed his way out and then went for your sides again.

You kicked your feet out as best you could without kicking him and wiggled around, trying to escape the tickly feeling. He smiled warmly again at you.

“Hmmm… I wonder about these kicking legs.” He thought out loud before squeezing the top of your knees.

You hugged yourself as your laughter went high pitched and squeaky, with a couple of snorts here and there.

“I guess my thoughts were right! You do have extremely ticklish knees.” He stated. He then went behind the knees and it was the end.

You were now wiggling around in the seat more and belly laughing while covering your face with your hands again. You even tried to involuntarily pull the trapped leg back, but stopped immediately when you realized you were doing it.

“If only I had better access to your stomach. Then we could really get this party started.” When he said that, Spencer announced it was 1 minute til rolling and he stopped in his tracks.

He helped you sit back in your own chair and you fixed your hair before they started filming. Though you couldn’t ignore the subtle knowing glances he’d direct towards you every so often during the video.

The video seemed to end as quick as it began, and you were exhausted. Mentally not physically. After everything that happened before the video you could use a quick nap to get your mind off things.

You headed down to the lounge area and plopped yourself down on the green couch, ready for unconsciousness to take you away from all the flustered thoughts your brain wouldn’t stop giving you.

5 minutes go by and you’re out. However you’re not the only one who sought out the couch for relaxation. Damien walked into the room to find you asleep on the couch.

Impulsive thoughts clouded his mind and he gave in. Making his way over to kneel by you, he starts giving you a gentle calming head massage.

You stir but find the touch soothing. He then brushes your ear a bit and you stir again. But this time you make a soft hum noise and scrunch up a bit before relaxing into the touch again.

He notices this and scratches behind your ear a bit. You let out a breathy mumbled giggle and a small smile grows on your face.

He screams internally at how cute you are and continues the gentle head massage. But after a while, flusters his fingers in the crook of your neck.

You stir again and this time let out a tiny giggle and roll over so you’re now laying on your back, your shirt has ridden up a bit too.

He remembers the statement he made earlier and takes advantage of this new found opportunity immediately.

He sees the ridden up shirt and swipes one finger across what’s showing of your belly. You stir and let out full on giggles, but you’re still fully asleep.

He then pulls up the shirt a bit more, only to show just above your bellybutton. He then glides his finger gingerly in a big circle around your bellybutton.

You squirm a little and let out more high pitched squeaky giggles. Then, you mumble something in your sleep that surprises Damien. “Ihihim so hahappehe, ihi lohove thihihis…”

Damien smirks and swirls his finger closer to your navel. As he gets closer the giggles get louder.

Then, it happens. He swirls his finger in your navel and your eyes shoot open, as you start letting out high pitched laughter, squeals, snorts, squeaks, you name it, you did it.

You wiggle around to try and get his finger out of your bellybutton, but you’re only making it tickle more.

You kick your legs out and twist around as much as you can but nothing is getting his finger out of there. But you don’t care.

You’re as a happy as can be. You’ve actually been in a massive lee mood and in need of tickles and now your wish is finally coming true.

As you’re lost in the lee thoughts that take over your brain, he then takes out his finger and scratches both hands on your belly.

You explode with joy, and start laughing like there’s no tomorrow. But, you realize it’s beginning to be to much. You start pushing at his hands and he stops.

“So, are you as happy as you said you were?” You give him a confused look. “What do you mean?” He gives you a smirk.

“When you were asleep you were saying how much you loved this and that you were so happy.” When he said that your eyes widened, you then looked away with a wobbly smile on your face and a growing blush.

He laughed a bit. “You’re so cute.” You roll over so you’re facing the back of the couch and cover your face with your hands as you groan a bit.

“Oh come on, you know it’s true…” He teased, as he gave the middle of your back a claw scratch. To which you squealed and rolled back over on your back to protect it from tickles.

He laughed at that. “Man, you’re just ticklish everywhere huh?” You put your hands back over your face in embarrassment.

“What? You know it’s true~” ok, that time he was teasing for sure. “Don’t say that though…” you mumbled out.

“Say what? How ticklish you are?” You groaned and shifted on the couch at that word. It always gave you butterflies.

“Oh, so I can’t say tickle? You can’t handle me saying tickly-tickle?” You smashed a pillow in your face and threw one at his.

He laughed at the silliness. “What? Are you too ticklish to hear the word tickle? Does it make it more tickly?” You muffled a ‘shut up’ into the pillow that was just loud enough for him to hear.

He scratched one finger in the crook of you neck and you started to kick your feet and giggle into the pillow.

“You’re way too cute for your own good.” He said as he took his other hand and softly scritched at your belly.

You wiggled around and kicked your feet all you wanted, but deep down you knew you wanted this.

He knew too. “Is there a favorite or especially tickle-tickle-tickly spot I should know about?” He teased, he did that every two seconds. It was driving you up the wall.(in a good way)

“Nohoho! Ihihi don’t hahahve a fahahavohoRIHIHITE!!” As you said that he started squeezing your sides.

“Really? Cause I think this is a pretty damn good spot.” He pointed out, as you tried to squirm and buck away from the sensation.

He then went up your sides, not all the way to your armpits, but to your ribs. Scratching in between each one.

You lost you mind. You were belly laughing, cackling, squealing, everything. You were in hysterics. You were bucking and jumping and jerking and squirming all over the place.

“Oh wow… I’m surprised I didn’t try this spot out in the first place. This is a gold mine!”

After a little bit he finally stopped, seeing as you were pretty much in tears. He figured that was a pretty good spot, and noted it for later.

You laid there drinking in air like your life depended on it. Your brain was too far gone though, it started having thoughts about things you could never confess that you desperately wanted to.

So you begrudgingly listened to it and blurted out. “My hands, neck and ears are my favorite… and my hands are a melt spot…” you said it without even thinking first. You immediately realized what you’d just said and clamped your hand to your mouth.

But it was too late. You wish you hadn’t looked over, cause when you did you saw the amused expression on Damien’s face that gave you goosebumps.

“Really? Then let’s test that out right now, shall we?” He took the hand that was on your mouth and started grazing his fingers over your palm.

You instantly let out a little stream of giggles and closed your eyes, and just soaked in all the tingly feelings on your hand.

“Well I’ll be damned… this is a melt spot! That’s absolutely adorable~” God. Why did he have to keep teasing. It was driving you crazy!

“I think I’m just gunna stay here for a while…” he said. “Noho… go sohomwhehere ehehelse!” You had a small bit of shock come across your face. ‘Did I just really say that… out loud??’

“Ok. I’ll go somewhere else.” He then walked his fingers up your forearm, on your bicep, then your shoulder and then finally stopped at your neck. Making you let out little giggles all the way up.

“Damn! Is there anywhere you’re not ticklish??” You shook your head with a big wobbly grin on your face, anticipating and waiting for that hand at your neck to move and crumble any ounce of resolve you still had left.

“Well, then I guess this is gunna tickle…” why did he have to keep saying the dreaded word??? It was making it worse! But he knew that.

The hand at your neck finally moved and all the build up and anticipation made it ten times worse. You immediately squealed upon the fingers even twitching and then slapped your hands to your face to cover up how red it was.

He added both hands and started fluttering them all over every spot on your neck. It was maddening! It was amazing.

They then heard over the speakers. “Damien and Y/N to the games stage! Damien and Y/N to the games stage!” With that he stopped.

“Here.” He held out his hand that you were hesitant to grab. “I’m not gunna tickle you anymore, I’ll do that later.” He winked and you looked away as you took his help up.

It was no secret that the duos who knew each other the longest were Ian and Anthony, and Shayne and Damien. Shayne and Damien still hung out regularly, just them two, even after Shayne and Courtney got married. They did movie nights, 'sleep over's', game nights, ext. This Friday, they were still loopy after a long shoot as they just talked on Damien's couch. His cats, long fed up with the volume of their banter, had greeted the two before disappearing upstairs. Damien suddenly had a mischievous idea, nudging Shayne with his shoulder to get his full attention.

"Did you ever play treasure hunt as a kid?" Damien knew that answer, it was no secret that Shayne was the most ticklish person Damien had ever met, he knew damn we Shayne was way to ticklish for that game to work.

"No? What's that?" Poor, naive Shayne, missed the evil glint in his best friend's eye as he guided him to face away from him.

"Ok, don't headbutt me. Going on a treasure hunt~" Damien began to sing the song, walking his fingers up Shayne's spine. Watching him twitch and let out little mmph's as he tries to stay still.

"X marks the spot~ four big boulders and one tiny dot~" Damien smirked at the embarrassing squeal Shayne let out as he traced the giant X.

"Spiders crawling up you back~ Snakes slithering down~" Damien made sure his pinky made contact with his sides and ribs both trips.

"DuhuhuhUHUHUDE! NOHOHO wahahay thihihis ihihis reheheheal!" Shayne whined, throwing himself back to Damien's chest to hide his still tingling back.

"Come on Shayne~ I wasn't done~" He teased, squeezing his sides once.

"NOHOHOHO! Ahahabsoluhuhutely nohohot, nohohoho."

"I'm winning, I'm winning!" Trevor brags, as he is miles ahead in the lead, making it look entirely unfair in Shayne and Damien's favor. Alex had even joked about a mercy rule.

"You guys are soooo eating that clam juice soaked bread!" Trevor had this giant smile on his face as the two side eyed him. Shayne flicked his eyes to Spencer when he suggested a handicap, seeing him wiggle his fingers and point to Trevor.

"Keep playing Damien!" Shayne called out, putting his controller down to rapidly squeeze Trevor's ribs, causing him to squeal, drop his controller and begin hysterically squeaking.

"I've got the squeaker go! He doesn't deserve this win!" Shayne growled in a weird voice, carefully avoiding getting kicked as Trevor both flailed around and curled up.

"STOHOHOOHOP SHAHAHAHAYNE! THIHIHIS IS UNFAHAHAHAIR!" Trevor whined, batting at the blonde's hands.

"Awwww, is it unfair~? Is it Trevor~?" Shayne mocked in a baby voice.

"Alright! Switch!" Damien called out as he crossed the finish line, dropping his controller to immediately latch onto Trevor's hips.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!" Shayne quickly backed off to grab his discarded controller to continue playing, listening to Alex and Spencer's distinct giggles from behind the camera.

"DAHAHAHAMIEHEHEN DAHAHAHAMIEHEHEHEN PLEHEHEHEASE! GOHOHOHOHOD!" Damien poked his tummy one last time right as Shayne crossed the finish line. Both staring at the curled up heaving younger.

"Looks like we win this one actually~"

"You cheated!" Despite sounding like a child he still called them out. Though when Shayne raised his eyebrows and Damien reached for his thigh he yelped and vaulted over the back of the couch.