“Well, it looks like Wes is our loser and (y/n) is the champion! Go ride him, (n/n)!”
You gave a generic wink to the camera, laughing with everyone else. You had decided to join the Smosh Games crew for the Shape Up gamebang, and you were honestly having a blast. With a (f/c) tanktop and a pair of Smosh sweatpants, you managed to crush the boys at nearly every challenge, yet that wasn’t unexpected. You even managed to take down your giant of a boyfriend, Wes, putting him in the loser pavilion on the first round. You didn’t mind, though, for the idea of sitting on his back while he did pushups sounded like the most fun thing ever. So, easily taking a seat on his back and carefully wrapping your legs around his neck, you playfully smacked the back of his head.
“Onward, my steed!”
He laughed, easily lifting himself up. You quickly grabbed onto his shirt as a yelp escaped your mouth. You nearly fell backwards onto his legs, a girlish scre