#smosh squad

And Damien? Damien was casually perched in the TNTL chair, legs spread, black T-shirt tight across his chest, smirking like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Which, of course, he did.

You were trying very hard not to look at him. Which meant you were definitely looking at him.

You leaned against the TNTL prop table, pretending to scroll on your phone, but your eyes kept drifting to the way his fingers tapped the side of the chair, how he kept glancing at you like he was daring you to say something.

He knew what today was. He’d started it.

“We should do double-entendre jokes this round,” Damien had said earlier, with that faux-innocent little shrug. “Spice things up.”

You’d made eye contact across the prep room and replied dryly, “Only if you’re ready to lose.”

Now he was in the hot seat—mouth full of water, cheeks puffed, eyes watching you as Shayne kicked things off.

“Alright,” Shayne grinned, spinning toward the camera, “today’s TNTL is all about innuendo. Damien suggested it, so naturally he’s our first target.”

Laughter rang out from around the room. Amanda made a dramatic choking noise. Angela muttered something about “digging his own grave.”

You stepped forward slowly, arms crossed but grin playful. The rest of the cast quieted—there was a known thing, a rhythm between you and Damien when you were on camera together. You matched energy too well. Knew each other's timing. You didn't plan jokes—you just vibed, and the audience loved it.

So did the cast. Even if they were now sick of how long it had gone unresolved.

You stopped just in front of him, letting the moment stretch. His eyes narrowed in amusement, but you saw it—the flicker of anticipation.

You didn’t use props. No wigs. No slapstick.

Just your voice.

You leaned in, tone low and teasing.

“You know, Damien… I really admire your stamina. Most guys can’t stay in this chair for longer than a minute.”

There was a ripple of laughter from the couches. Chanse audibly wheezed.

“I mean,” you continued, stepping closer, “holding all that in your mouth and still keeping eye contact? That’s impressive.”

You reached out and dragged two fingers slowly up the side of his knee.

The room lost it.

Damien’s cheeks ballooned as he tried not to choke. Amanda screamed. Courtney slapped the couch and yelled, “THAT’S NOT A BIT, THAT’S FOREPLAY!”

He held on—barely. You cocked your head and purred:

“I didn’t say stop me if I’m being inappropriate…”

SPIT.

He doubled forward, spraying the water in a glorious arc across the studio floor, coughing between helpless laughter.

You turned on your heel triumphantly, sauntering back toward the couch as the rest of the cast erupted.

“Oh my GOD,” Angela shouted. “Will you two PLEASE just fuck already?”

Amanda nodded solemnly. “They are legally married in the state of ‘Denial.’”

“She cheated!” Damien choked out, wiping his chin with a towel. “That wasn’t even a joke. That was emotional warfare!”

You threw him a wink. “Maybe don’t challenge someone who’s better at flirting than you.”

His expression flickered—he smiled, but his ears turned slightly red. That only made you grin wider.

Courtney took the seat reluctantly, already muttering, “I swear to God if they team up, I’m not surviving this.”

And team up you did.

You and Damien flanked her like evil improv angels, each standing on one side. He started it off smoothly:

“I walked in on Y/N the other day… Practicing with a plunger.”

Courtney’s eyes widened over puffed cheeks. You nodded solemnly.

“I like to warm up with the big tools first. Gotta keep everything… loose.”

A cough. A snort. Courtney shifted in her seat.

Damien leaned closer.

“She calls it ‘cardio with benefits.’”

Courtney exploded, water bursting from her mouth like a fire hydrant. You and Damien high-fived. Amanda fell backward onto the couch dramatically, groaning, “DOES EVERYTHING YOU SAY HAVE A SEXUAL UNDERTONE?!”

“Yes,” you and Damien said in sync.

“Let’s do one more together,” you said to Damien, grabbing two clip-on mustaches. He grinned, already playing along.

You both stood like deadpan newscasters.

“Good evening,” you began. “Tonight’s top story: Damien’s pipe has burst again.”

“That’s right, Y/N,” Damien replied. “Sources say it burst wide open after she handled it for too long.”

Shayne’s cheeks inflated comically.

“Cleanup was messy, wet, and deeply satisfying,” you added.

Shayne EXPLODED.

The studio went full chaos. You and Damien collapsed against each other in laughter.

You should’ve known this would come back to bite you.

One minute you were on fire, racking up spit takes like a flirt-powered demolition derby—and the next, someone (probably Shayne) shoved you into the TNTL throne with a wicked grin and a shout of:

“LET’S SEE IF THE TEASE CAN TAKE IT.”

Your smugness evaporated fast.

Mouth full of water. Cold plastic chair beneath you. The set lights suddenly blinding. Damien approaching like a Bond villain about to monologue you into submission.

You tried to focus. Don’t break. Don’t laugh. Don’t—

Damien walked out from the shadows holding… a banana.

Oh no.

He didn’t even speak at first. Just stood in front of you, dead silent, slowly peeling the banana with exaggerated care, like it was a bomb. The studio lost it before he even got a word out.

Courtney had faceplanted into a pillow. Angela whisper-yelled, “NO. NOPE. NOT THE BANANA.”

Damien took a thoughtful bite.

“Bananas,” he said, around a mouthful, “are a great source of potassium. But did you know... they’re also excellent practice for deep breathing exercises?”

You clenched your jaw. Do not spit. Do not combust. He’s doing it on purpose.

He crouched lower in front of you. Face level. Oh god.

“I’ve seen you eat bananas before,” he added. “You don’t even chew. You just... commit.”

A choked sound burst from the back of your throat.

Damien smirked.

“It’s inspiring, really. I mean, most people don’t gag that far into a potassium stick and come out smiling.”

You shook violently. Your eyes watered. You slapped your knee like Morse code.

Damien kept going, completely unfazed, absolutely loving this.

He stood again, tossing the banana peel over his shoulder like a victory flag.

“And the way your lips—grip—”

You exploded.

WATER. EVERYWHERE.

Your entire face launched forward in a tidal wave. You folded in half, practically falling out of the chair, coughing into your sleeve.

The room ERUPTED.

sitting on the couch during a filming break, you had pulled out your phone, opened tiktok and decided to scroll for a bit. you liked a few funny videos on your feed, giggling to yourself as you scrolled past each one.

until your finger froze on the screen, you sat there staring at the paused frame of an edit of... yourself?

curious, you pressed play.

smosh_gasm 2d ago they're so obsessed with her, can she just kiss one of them? #smosh #damieny/n #shayney/n #y/nl/nedit ♫ Jealous Type - Doja Cat ♡ 400.2k 💬 8.4k ⚐ 16.9k

the edit loaded, lyrics of the song muffled behind your, shayne's and damien's voice-overs. every clip bringing back a memory you had forgotten.

"boy, let me know if this is careless."

it was a who meme’d it episode. shayne stood in a cowboy hat, a sturdy brown western shirt with pearl snaps, and his tall cowboy boots.

when you first saw him that day, your mouth dropped wide open, a little giggle leaving your lips as you took in his outfit.

you sat by the table, whiteboard in hand and the erasable marker in the other. damien and angela on either side of you.

introducing the topic of today’s video, shayne turned to you three, eyes catching yours first. he looked good that day, and you mean, really good. even if his outfit was ridiculous for the event.

the game had started, and you even managed to score a few points that pushed you into first place. giggling at the comments damien was making and angela’s outbursts that this wasn’t fair, as always. your eyes were locked on your whiteboard, trying to clean the previous answer off of it.

looking up, you stopped dead in your tracks. dropping the marker, when you saw the meme on the tv. the glow of it almost burned with how quickly your eyes focused in on it.

angela folded over laughing, her laughter so loud that it made your coworkers laugh along. for the drama, she even got out of her chair, clutching the table as support.

you dipped your head on the table, sinking into your chair as much as possible, hiding your blush behind the whiteboard and table. trying to disappear as laughter roared out.

angela had gotten up when shayne, in surprise, read the options for who made the meme. angela started talking, still laughing to herself, “it’s not even the meme that’s so funny, it’s just how real it is.”

you raised your head from the table, looking at damien that was sitting on your right. he had brought a hand to his chin, kissing his teeth. he looked at you. well, more like stared.

feeling flustered, you turned away immediately, back to the tv. only to be met with shayne looking at you too, his hands ran through his hair as he placed the hat back on top of his head. he tried to look as unaffected as possible, but the faint chuckle on his lips told you otherwise.

you looked away again, trying to find anything, something in this room that wasn’t the eyes of the two guys.

seeming to find the plant in the corner of the room, angela’s voice rang out,

“THEY'RE DOING IT AGAIN!”

"could be torn between two roads that i just can't decide."

a clip of love is blind video was the next, it had been the funniest day in the studio in weeks, making you giggle at every interaction. angela was acting as if her only form of liquid she had consumed was pure alcohol, the sight of her was hilarious.

courtney was beating farting allegations every second, and you were trying to hold it together when "straight chanse" came out.

you had been collecting hearts left and right, currently chanse and damien had even scores in your cards. when all of a sudden, shayne got up from his seat. "y/n, can you stand up."

your eyes shot to your eyebrows, looking at him, you slowly rose up from your seat, walking to the front of the table.

he stood in front of you, holding the side of his face in dramatics, pacing around to add to the nervousness he tried to embody.

he got on one knee, adjusting so that he found balance.

"i've been wanting to ask you this for so long, will you marry me, y/n?"

you faked the shock on your face, hands going to your face to hide the gasp and surprise evident on your face. he stood there on his one knee, looking up at you as if you hung the stars yourself.

before you looked away, eyes not meeting his.

shayne started to lower his hands with the ring as you spoke.

"shayne, i think i have a better connection with someone else."

gasps from the table surrounded you, angela's glass dropping in shock, her "drunk" blabbering followed.

shayne got up defeated when you started again, "damien, can you get up?"

damien rose up from his seat quickly, fumbling over his feet with how quickly her got to you. he placed a hand on shayne's shoulder, whispering, "sorry man, tough luck."

before he stood in front of you.

you had taken the ring from shayne, now dropping to one knee. you locked in with your expression, trying to do your best puppy eyes.

"damien haas, will you—"

he put a hand to stop you, already giving you his hand to place the ring on.

"yes, yes, i do!" screeching like a schoolgirl, he replied.

you placed the ring on his hand that didn't fit at all, hugging him for the extra dramatics.

"which one is leading me to hell or paradise?"

summer smosh games had started, it was 2000s themed, and you had been given the biggest cliche to act in as ever. regina george wannabe, the mean blonde bimbo who is possessive over her ex boyfriend and hates other women.

it was the a clip from the trailer video, a scene where chanse was arguing with olivia about the teacher. he was yelling at her across the classroom, "don't talk to him like that!" which made all of you laugh at him.

the setup was a little different, anthony was standing in front of the classroom, damien standing at the end of it for "watching so they behave" purposes.

you were chewing your gum, twirling hair across your fingers as you looked at your phone when a note made it on your desk.

you scrunched your eyebrows, keeping up with the script that was given to you. you placed your phone on the table, unwrapping the neatly folded paper.

'you look great today! not that you always don't, but i just wanted to say that you look great today too! — shayne topp'

you could feel the nervousness in the writing, as if his hands were shaking as he wrote it.

you looked up from your seat, eyes scanning the front of the classroom for shayne, who was pretending to read his book, glasses up his nose.

he finally caught your eyes, nervously fixing his glasses. you winked at him and blew him a kiss as a thank you. before you could do anything else, damien walked up to you.

"miss y/n, are you passing notes? give that to me."

before you could even protest, damien took the note away from you, reading what was written. he scrunched it up, looking at shayne immideatly.

"detention for you mr. topp."

shayne's mouth fell open in shock, trying to excuse himself. ask why.

but he was just shushed, told to stay quiet and pay attention to class.

when 'class' ended and the bell rang, you got up, walking out of the classroom but not before damien managed to whisper in your ear,

"he's not wrong."

"baby, i can't hurt you, sure, but i'm the jealous type."

it was a smosh mouth episode, specifically "writing our own fan-fiction" one. amanda and angela were chatting about a recent event that angela had seen on tiktok when they were reminded that they had to start filming.

shayne and amanda introduced today's guest and topic, when amanda asked the first opening question to chanse and angela.

"have you ever read a fan-fiction of yourself? or even seen one?"

chanse shook his head, "i have never gone looking for fan-fictions of myself."

angela agreed next to him, "i know there are some of smosh, i have never read them though. no clue where one would even find them."

as the conversations flowed between them about fanfiction, spencer spoke up behind the camera.

"we actually did some research, there are a bunch. maybe half of them being of y/n and damien."

angela's and amanda's jaws dropped, shayne quickly turned his head to spencer, trying to make sure if he just heard it right.

amanda spoke first, "seriously?"

"yeah, and not all of them are PG-13, let me tell you that."

amanda srunched her face up, turning her full body to spencer.

"now, how do you know that, spencer? ellaborate."

while amanda asked, the two people at the table laughed at her response, all of them in a humorous mood except for shayne.

shayne pressed the tongue to the corner of his mouth, trying to hide the scowl before putting on his poker face, but unfortunately for him, the fans had caught the expression anyway.

shayne topp was jealous.

of fan-fiction.

"i'm the jealous type."

you were playing beopardy, answering questions for the "are you smarter than a 5th grader" left and right, when a quite easy question popped up.

shayne took the card off the board, reading it outloud. the phrasing of the question caught you off guard.

"biggest mountain in the world?"

confused, you looked at shayne, but before you could ask if the phrasing was right, because it clearly should've been highest not biggest, damien and ian had both already pressed their buttons.

shayne pointed to ian, letting him answer.

"that will be the everest."

shayne pointed again, a correct ding making it's sound from the side of the room.

"that's correct!"

damien turned to you, curious. "why didn't you press your button, don't tell me you didn't know?" he teased.

you raised your hands to your sides, shrugging with your whole upper body.

"in my defence, the biggest mountain i've seen is those big ass mountains of muscle shayne holds in his arms."

your hand shot to your mouth after you said it, laughter ringing out from the crew.

"oh, my gosh. i'm so sorry, that slipped out."

you met shayne's gaze across the room, still embarrassed. he discreetly winked at you before putting on his reddit moderator act.

"heh— well, what can i say, thank you m'lady."

before going back to reading questions off the board.

you didn't notice the defeated look on damien's face, okay, and yeah, maybe the gym selfie with damien flexing that night was posted on his own story on purpose.

sue him.

you opened the comments on the edit.

user1┆y/n has more control than i ever could user2┆ik they did it i just cant prove it user5┆sabrina carpenter paris n2, all i have to say user3┆can't blame them, have you seen her?? user4┆don't know which one i wanna be more

y/n.l/n┆heh.. about that

user6┆WHAT?????

user7┆chat, she saw this... we're cooked

a/n: i officially listened to jealous type 50 times while writing this, btw. like and reblog if you enjoyed! it helps me know if you fw this type of content.