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Author's Note:Ahahaha, so hello. I'm new and please spare me. I haven't quite decided where to go with this story - if I'll turn it into a multi-chaptered something or just leave as a stand alone. Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time to devote to writing these days so even if I do somehow get convinced to make it multiple chapters, I make no promises I'll finish it! But this Iancorn plot bunny just hopped right into my brain and I had to write it. So I hope you enjoy! :)
"So, hashtag buttplug me, Mari?" Sohinki leaned forward in his chair after the filming had ended for the latest episode of Game Bang.
"I swear to god if that's the one thing that comes out of this!" Mari groaned, rising to her feet.
"If that's the one thing that comes out of this, I'll be impressed. Especially with all the Ianthony we had going on," Lasercorn couldn't resist teasing them.
Ever since they discovered fanfics were a thing and especially after they discovered how hardcore some of those fans could get with their words, it became the new inside joke. Careful what you do, you'll be the next ship or That's DEFINITELY going down in fanfic history between the I wonder if someone wrote about that yet. Quick! Go look it up! to the Hey, wouldn't it be funny if someone actually wrote this? I'm giving them the hint in this week's episode. It was especially funny considering how much it seemed to get under Anthony's skin -- or at least he seemed to make a bigger deal out of it than the rest of them. Maybe he wanted to protect his manhood or something stupid like that. Lasercorn wasn't really one to say anything, but if he did, it probably would have been giving Anthony a word of advice that freaking out the way he did probably had the opposite effect of proving he was straight.
Even as he thought about it now, Anthony was pitching a fit, "Excuse me while I--BLEGHHH." He turned to Lasercorn's lap and leaned over, pretending to hurl on him.
"I don't know," Ian peeled off his orange wig and used it to mop the sweat from his brow. "I think I did some pretty sweet Nickelback impressions. That might just be the highlight."
"They were pretty sweet. The lovely way you went demonback. The only thing missing was the 360 head spin," Lasercorn fondly agreed.
"Uh, no. If anything it's going to be the Jovenshire's sweet moves," Joven struck an endearingly dumb pose, hips jutting and thrusting at the air.
Sohinki watched their friend's open display of idiocy before deciding he had enough for one day, "Well, on that disturbing note -- I'm gonna head out."
A chorus of 'byes' and 'see yas' rose up before Mari turned to Joven and thrust her finger at his face, "And by the way, I still call shenanigans. You and Ian twerked me out of my rightful spot."
"But isn't twerking on someone the thing you're supposed to do to that song? Haven't you learned anything from Miley?" Joven regarded her incredulously.
Mari gave him her best deadpan, "No. And I'd like to hope you haven't either."
"I don't know, Mari. Hashtag buttplug me? Sounds pretty Miley to me. I don't know why you would even say something like that." Anthony looked away as though he was silently judging her.
"You said it! You made it happen! Don't drag me down into your hole!"
"You heard her, Anthony. She doesn't want none of your gloryhole," Ian chimed in because Mari made it too easy.
