Confusion in Smoshville [Chapter 1]
Title: Confusion in Smoshville
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language and some sexual content
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Summary: Ian and Anthony have feelings for each other but they don't want each other to find out because of their fears of rejection.
Chapter Summary: Anthony and Ian open some fanmail and find a surprise. Ian is also being a brat about cleaning up the mail.
Disclaimer: No no own Smosh, Ian or Anthony. This is not true, hence the name fanfiction... Bloop.
A/N: DO A BARREL ROLL xD <3 Please tell me at least one of you guys got all the jokes in their latest video. Please??!
Ian and Anthony were sitting on the floor in their living room, surrounded by mountains of fanmail that people sent them. Anthony's eyebrows scrunched together when he opened up a certain letter and held the camera up so the viewers saw his face, sort of.
"I'm a little freaked out right now, someone sent us...condoms," Anthony said a bit awkwardly.
Ian took the camera from his friend. "By the way Anthony, did you happen to read wh-what was on this letter?" Ian asked, half-embarrassed, half-awkwardly.
Anthony raised his eyebrow. "No." he said, clearly confused.
"It appears to be some sort of erotic fanfiction," Ian said awkwardly, his face turning red. Anthony's nose wrinkled in fake disgust.
"'"Guess you got me then," Anthony sighed, rolling his hips up to grind against Ian's'-" Ian was cut off by Anthony's "Ugh!". Ian followed suit letting out a "Gah!". Both men were blushing, their whole faces completely turning red as they both broke out into laughter.
"I c-can't...I'm not going to finish this..." Ian said loudly in between laughs, trying to be heard over Anthony's fit of high pitched laughter. "But I will take the condoms, thank you." Anthony broke out into laughter again.
The two friends laughed it off and after a while, their faces calmed down and turned back to their usual shades. Both Ian and Anthony's hearts were pounding loudly for a good five minutes. They went back to opening more mail, sharing a lot of laughter.
They got through a fair amount of the mail in two hours and then Ian 'died' because of the cookie sent from the Netherlands and Anthony had to bring him back to life.
"C'mon man, we need to clean this crap up," Anthony told the smaller man, tugging at Ian's plaid shirt.
"Nghhhh," Ian mumbled as against the floor.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak idiot. In English please?" Anthony rolled his eyes.
"I said I'm dead," Ian mumbled then pressed his face harder against the carpeted floor.
Anthony groaned. "Ian. Get the fuck up and help me clean up this fucking mess. Now," Anthony commanded, tugging at Ian's shirt again.
"Stop Ant. If you want me over there then you're carrying me," Ian said, rolling over onto his back so it would be easy for Anthony to carry him.
Anthony was about to pick Ian up when he realized something. "No way dude, that's gay," Anthony replied back. A pang of hurt flashed through Ian's steel blue eyes and then it was gone a minute later.
"Then have fun cleaning up that," Ian paused, pointing to the scattered papers, envelopes, packages, drawings, food and questionable items on the ground. "up while I continue to be dead. 'Kay bye."
Anthony rolled his eyes and faked a frustrated sigh. "Fine," Anthony 'gave in' in a exasperated tone. Ian clapped his hands, looking like a young child on Christmas.
"The things I do for you," Anthony said, rolling his eyes as he picked Ian up, bridal style, and then dropped him into the postal box that was filled to the top with unopened letters and packages.
"Ow! What the firetruck? You bitch," Ian glared at Anthony as he struggled to get up from the box. Anthony laughed as he watched Ian kick his legs and try to push himself off of the white box.
"You made me carry you so you get dropped," Anthony explained his actions in between his fits of laughter. Ian glared even harder at the darker brunette.
"Now my back hurts like a bitch because of you," Ian grumbled and started to separate the mail into to two piles: read and unread.
Ian was still pouting after a half-an-hour of sorting their mail. "Dude, I'm so fricken hungry. Let's get something to eat," Anthony suggested.
Ian grunted in response, not looking up at Anthony. "Ian," Anthony groaned, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at his best friend.
Ian stopped pouting when he heard his own stomach growl. "Fine," he replied, standing up.
"Uh, can you help me Ian?" Anthony asked awkwardly as he was stuck in the box where the mail was suppose to be in.
Ian smirked at the taller man. "No thanks. Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" Ian responded, clearly amused. "How did you even get stuck in the box?" he asked.
Anthony looked down at the carpet and mumbled an answer. "Huh? What? I can't hear you!" Ian teased.
Anthony looked up to glare at him. "Whatever man, it doesn't matter! Just get me out of this freaking box! My ass is starting to numb!" Anthony exclaimed. Ian sighed, exasperated, and then took Anthony's hands into his own.
Both men blushed at the contact and butterflies erupted in their stomachs. "O-okay, so when I pull, you wiggle your butt and try to stand up. A-alright?" Ian stuttered, trying to calm his heart. Anthony nodded awkwardly. "One. Two. Three!" Ian yelled, pulling Anthony up with a lot strength, to Anthony surprise. Anthony must've been leaning towards Ian because when he finally was freed he flew in Ian's direction and collided with his best friend.
"Fuck!" Ian shouted as the two fell to the ground, Anthony's body crushing Ian's. Anthony's lips collided with Ian's hard, rough chin. "Dammit!" he screeched.
The two locked gazes and started laughing hysterically. After the laughter died down Anthony looked at Ian, concern swimming around in his eyes. "You okay, Ian? I kind of sandwiched you into the carpet," Anthony chuckled.
Ian laughed as well. "I'm fine. What about you?" he asked, eyes on his slightly swollen lips. "Yep."
A moment of silence passed with Anthony still laying on top of Ian. "So, food?" Anthony reminded the other man quietly.
"Uh, yeah...Let me just grab my keys," Ian said awkwardly. Anthony scrambled off of him an then helped him onto his feet.
"I'll be in the garage," Anthony said, leaving Ian standing in the middle of the living room, red-faced and breathless.
Ian and Anthony chose their usual good ol' American fast food for their, as usual, very unhealthy dinner. "Hey fatass, did you check Facebook lately?" Anthony asked Ian.
Ian rolled his eyes as the nickname and shook his head. "I was busy opening erotic fanfiction," Ian joked, earning a laugh from Anthony.
"Haha, well remember that hot girl, Bethany, from Sam's party? The one you were flirting with?" Anthony asked.
Ian's mind went blank. He was completely drunk and he didn't remember a hot girl named Bethany, or a girl named Bethany at all. "Uh, yeah, I guess," Ian lied.
Anthony seemed to buy his lie and continued, "She keeps posting about how hot you are and how much she wants to to out with you," Anthony said, showing Ian Bethany's Facebook wall, which was filled with status that talked about how cute Ian was and she kept dropping hints that she wanted him to asked her out.
The girl in the picture looked vaguely familiar. Then it all came back to Ian. Bethany was the blonde chick that wouldn't leave him alone. She was buzzed as hell and she was trying just a tiny bit to hard to get Ian in her pants.
"Uh, cool..." Ian said awkwardly. Anthony raised an eyebrow at Ian. "What?" Ian said, a bit defensively.
Anthony shook his head. "I'm guessing you weren't that into her..." Anthony said, closing out of his Facebook app.
Nope, I'm into you, Ian thought.
"Anyway, we should probably start editing Mailtime," Ian said, changing the subject.
Anthony looked at him. "Nuh uh. Ian is Bored is your show, not mine," Anthony said. Ian began to pout. "Ian," Anthony warned. Ian pouted even more, his arms mow crossed and his bottom lip puffed out. "Ugh, fine!" Anthony crossed his arms in fake anger.
Ian smiled and then took the flip camera and disappeared down the hall. Anthony just shook his head and followed his best friend. Ian was sitting in one of the Smosh chairs, uploading the video to the computer when Anthony walked in the room.
"You're lucky that I love you, otherwise I would have fucking killed you by now," Anthony joked as he sat down in the unoccupied chair.
"Good to know," Ian laughed, double clicking on the editing program.
After numerous hours of editing, Anthony found that Ian had fell asleep, using his shoulder as a pillow. The blue eyed boy looked super adorable as he slept, his usually neat honey brown hair was sticking up in different places and his mouth was slightly open. Anthony smiled down at his friend and decided not to wake Ian up even though he was really suppose to be the one editing Mailtime, not Anthony. Anthony made sure to get revenge on his friend tomorrow since Ian seemed exhausted.
Anthony minimized the editing program and open up Safari. He logged onto Twitter and tweeted 'I'm still editing and Ian fell asleep. Debated on waking him up but I'll be a good friend and let him sleep. JUST THIS ONCE.'
The darker brunette finally finished editing the whole vlog at 5:14 AM and decided it was time to get some sleep. Ian was still heavily asleep on his shoulder, not disturbed by Anthony's constant movement and position changes or the metal and rap that was softly playing from the speakers. Anthony knew he would feel bad for waking Ian up so he decided to crash in his chair, it was pretty comfortable after all.
A/N: Hehe, some of you already know but Anthony actually tweeted that when he and Ian were editing the Star Fox vide. So I was hanging out with my cousin today and I noticed that he looks like a lot like Anthony. Not exact twins but close. My cousin's more beefier than Anthony... Anyway, uneventful I know but well my specialty is fluff and well I hope I delivered the fluffiest kind :3 Like cotton candy or clouds :3 Ugh I start school Wednesday so updates will continue to get slower... D;
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language and some sexual content
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Summary: Ian and Anthony have feelings for each other but they don't want each other to find out because of their fears of rejection.
Chapter Summary: Anthony and Ian open some fanmail and find a surprise. Ian is also being a brat about cleaning up the mail.
Disclaimer: No no own Smosh, Ian or Anthony. This is not true, hence the name fanfiction... Bloop.
A/N: DO A BARREL ROLL xD <3 Please tell me at least one of you guys got all the jokes in their latest video. Please??!
Ian and Anthony were sitting on the floor in their living room, surrounded by mountains of fanmail that people sent them. Anthony's eyebrows scrunched together when he opened up a certain letter and held the camera up so the viewers saw his face, sort of.
"I'm a little freaked out right now, someone sent us...condoms," Anthony said a bit awkwardly.
Ian took the camera from his friend. "By the way Anthony, did you happen to read wh-what was on this letter?" Ian asked, half-embarrassed, half-awkwardly.
Anthony raised his eyebrow. "No." he said, clearly confused.
"It appears to be some sort of erotic fanfiction," Ian said awkwardly, his face turning red. Anthony's nose wrinkled in fake disgust.
"'"Guess you got me then," Anthony sighed, rolling his hips up to grind against Ian's'-" Ian was cut off by Anthony's "Ugh!". Ian followed suit letting out a "Gah!". Both men were blushing, their whole faces completely turning red as they both broke out into laughter.
"I c-can't...I'm not going to finish this..." Ian said loudly in between laughs, trying to be heard over Anthony's fit of high pitched laughter. "But I will take the condoms, thank you." Anthony broke out into laughter again.
The two friends laughed it off and after a while, their faces calmed down and turned back to their usual shades. Both Ian and Anthony's hearts were pounding loudly for a good five minutes. They went back to opening more mail, sharing a lot of laughter.
They got through a fair amount of the mail in two hours and then Ian 'died' because of the cookie sent from the Netherlands and Anthony had to bring him back to life.
"C'mon man, we need to clean this crap up," Anthony told the smaller man, tugging at Ian's plaid shirt.
"Nghhhh," Ian mumbled as against the floor.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak idiot. In English please?" Anthony rolled his eyes.
"I said I'm dead," Ian mumbled then pressed his face harder against the carpeted floor.
Anthony groaned. "Ian. Get the fuck up and help me clean up this fucking mess. Now," Anthony commanded, tugging at Ian's shirt again.
"Stop Ant. If you want me over there then you're carrying me," Ian said, rolling over onto his back so it would be easy for Anthony to carry him.
Anthony was about to pick Ian up when he realized something. "No way dude, that's gay," Anthony replied back. A pang of hurt flashed through Ian's steel blue eyes and then it was gone a minute later.
"Then have fun cleaning up that," Ian paused, pointing to the scattered papers, envelopes, packages, drawings, food and questionable items on the ground. "up while I continue to be dead. 'Kay bye."
Anthony rolled his eyes and faked a frustrated sigh. "Fine," Anthony 'gave in' in a exasperated tone. Ian clapped his hands, looking like a young child on Christmas.
"The things I do for you," Anthony said, rolling his eyes as he picked Ian up, bridal style, and then dropped him into the postal box that was filled to the top with unopened letters and packages.
"Ow! What the firetruck? You bitch," Ian glared at Anthony as he struggled to get up from the box. Anthony laughed as he watched Ian kick his legs and try to push himself off of the white box.
"You made me carry you so you get dropped," Anthony explained his actions in between his fits of laughter. Ian glared even harder at the darker brunette.
"Now my back hurts like a bitch because of you," Ian grumbled and started to separate the mail into to two piles: read and unread.
Ian was still pouting after a half-an-hour of sorting their mail. "Dude, I'm so fricken hungry. Let's get something to eat," Anthony suggested.
Ian grunted in response, not looking up at Anthony. "Ian," Anthony groaned, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at his best friend.
Ian stopped pouting when he heard his own stomach growl. "Fine," he replied, standing up.
"Uh, can you help me Ian?" Anthony asked awkwardly as he was stuck in the box where the mail was suppose to be in.
Ian smirked at the taller man. "No thanks. Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" Ian responded, clearly amused. "How did you even get stuck in the box?" he asked.
Anthony looked down at the carpet and mumbled an answer. "Huh? What? I can't hear you!" Ian teased.
Anthony looked up to glare at him. "Whatever man, it doesn't matter! Just get me out of this freaking box! My ass is starting to numb!" Anthony exclaimed. Ian sighed, exasperated, and then took Anthony's hands into his own.
Both men blushed at the contact and butterflies erupted in their stomachs. "O-okay, so when I pull, you wiggle your butt and try to stand up. A-alright?" Ian stuttered, trying to calm his heart. Anthony nodded awkwardly. "One. Two. Three!" Ian yelled, pulling Anthony up with a lot strength, to Anthony surprise. Anthony must've been leaning towards Ian because when he finally was freed he flew in Ian's direction and collided with his best friend.
"Fuck!" Ian shouted as the two fell to the ground, Anthony's body crushing Ian's. Anthony's lips collided with Ian's hard, rough chin. "Dammit!" he screeched.
The two locked gazes and started laughing hysterically. After the laughter died down Anthony looked at Ian, concern swimming around in his eyes. "You okay, Ian? I kind of sandwiched you into the carpet," Anthony chuckled.
Ian laughed as well. "I'm fine. What about you?" he asked, eyes on his slightly swollen lips. "Yep."
A moment of silence passed with Anthony still laying on top of Ian. "So, food?" Anthony reminded the other man quietly.
"Uh, yeah...Let me just grab my keys," Ian said awkwardly. Anthony scrambled off of him an then helped him onto his feet.
"I'll be in the garage," Anthony said, leaving Ian standing in the middle of the living room, red-faced and breathless.
Ian and Anthony chose their usual good ol' American fast food for their, as usual, very unhealthy dinner. "Hey fatass, did you check Facebook lately?" Anthony asked Ian.
Ian rolled his eyes as the nickname and shook his head. "I was busy opening erotic fanfiction," Ian joked, earning a laugh from Anthony.
"Haha, well remember that hot girl, Bethany, from Sam's party? The one you were flirting with?" Anthony asked.
Ian's mind went blank. He was completely drunk and he didn't remember a hot girl named Bethany, or a girl named Bethany at all. "Uh, yeah, I guess," Ian lied.
Anthony seemed to buy his lie and continued, "She keeps posting about how hot you are and how much she wants to to out with you," Anthony said, showing Ian Bethany's Facebook wall, which was filled with status that talked about how cute Ian was and she kept dropping hints that she wanted him to asked her out.
The girl in the picture looked vaguely familiar. Then it all came back to Ian. Bethany was the blonde chick that wouldn't leave him alone. She was buzzed as hell and she was trying just a tiny bit to hard to get Ian in her pants.
"Uh, cool..." Ian said awkwardly. Anthony raised an eyebrow at Ian. "What?" Ian said, a bit defensively.
Anthony shook his head. "I'm guessing you weren't that into her..." Anthony said, closing out of his Facebook app.
Nope, I'm into you, Ian thought.
"Anyway, we should probably start editing Mailtime," Ian said, changing the subject.
Anthony looked at him. "Nuh uh. Ian is Bored is your show, not mine," Anthony said. Ian began to pout. "Ian," Anthony warned. Ian pouted even more, his arms mow crossed and his bottom lip puffed out. "Ugh, fine!" Anthony crossed his arms in fake anger.
Ian smiled and then took the flip camera and disappeared down the hall. Anthony just shook his head and followed his best friend. Ian was sitting in one of the Smosh chairs, uploading the video to the computer when Anthony walked in the room.
"You're lucky that I love you, otherwise I would have fucking killed you by now," Anthony joked as he sat down in the unoccupied chair.
"Good to know," Ian laughed, double clicking on the editing program.
After numerous hours of editing, Anthony found that Ian had fell asleep, using his shoulder as a pillow. The blue eyed boy looked super adorable as he slept, his usually neat honey brown hair was sticking up in different places and his mouth was slightly open. Anthony smiled down at his friend and decided not to wake Ian up even though he was really suppose to be the one editing Mailtime, not Anthony. Anthony made sure to get revenge on his friend tomorrow since Ian seemed exhausted.
Anthony minimized the editing program and open up Safari. He logged onto Twitter and tweeted 'I'm still editing and Ian fell asleep. Debated on waking him up but I'll be a good friend and let him sleep. JUST THIS ONCE.'
The darker brunette finally finished editing the whole vlog at 5:14 AM and decided it was time to get some sleep. Ian was still heavily asleep on his shoulder, not disturbed by Anthony's constant movement and position changes or the metal and rap that was softly playing from the speakers. Anthony knew he would feel bad for waking Ian up so he decided to crash in his chair, it was pretty comfortable after all.
A/N: Hehe, some of you already know but Anthony actually tweeted that when he and Ian were editing the Star Fox vide. So I was hanging out with my cousin today and I noticed that he looks like a lot like Anthony. Not exact twins but close. My cousin's more beefier than Anthony... Anyway, uneventful I know but well my specialty is fluff and well I hope I delivered the fluffiest kind :3 Like cotton candy or clouds :3 Ugh I start school Wednesday so updates will continue to get slower... D;