#anthony day

[polygonalpadilla]

Well it's Anthony Day

Here's something with the founding father of Smosh, Anthony.

[daydreamernerd]

*ೃ༄ Happy birthday to Smosh's founder, Smosh's family stepdad, Ian Hecox's work husband and YouTube legend Anthony.ೃ࿐

[femmmie]

What about Anthony being very jealous when he finds out that Amanda had kissed Ian in her audition when they were improvising together?? Ian and Anthony don't have to be together in this already just Anthony being jealous! Or they could be together and be jealous of Amanda doing that before Ian and Anthony got together??

Falling

Ian and Anthony were smoking expensive cigars and drinking hard liquor as they celebrated their acquisition of Smosh. They sat on Ians balcony and were howling with laughter. Both from their jokes and from general happiness to be together and vibe so well, after all these years.

"So, I watched your funeral roast video," Anthony said, one eyebrow raised.

"That was pretty epic," Ian giggled.

"I couldn't help but notice something!"

"What?"

"You were very quick to judge SMASH on Amanda. There seems to be some sexual tension between you guys," Anthony had a laughing fit after saying that, so badly that Ian had to laugh too.

"Nah you idiot, she's married!"

"So what?"

"Wow, that's cold."

"Even so, I see what I see! There's something going on there!"

The truth was, Anthony had certainly seen it and played the moment on loop for a whole afternoon, overthinking and overanalyzing. Amanda had been dressed up as Ian's mom, which was weird (and hot). "You scare me so much. SMASH." Did he like scary women? Why?

"Well, if you MUST know… we kissed."

Anthony resumed his fit of giggles and almost choked on his cigar smoke. He got up from his lounge chair and leaned heavily on the banister. His head was spinning. They KISSED...

"Hey bud, I think you should go a bit easy on the substances now," Ian laughed but his brows were somewhat raised.

"So, give me the TLDR of what happened bro." Anthony wanted to know everything. Every minute detail, how her lips had felt... how his lips.. had felt... did he look at her like he looked at Anthony when he seemingly casually but actually fully intently changed shirts in front of him? Did he... did he touch her hair, her face... her body...

"Alright," Ian said as he shook his head ever so slightly. "So, she auditions, right. And she's hilarious. We were doing a scene. And we just kept messing with her but she wouldn't budge, absolute professional. But I think she read the room in how far she could go and she just went for it!"

"Whaaaa! How did it go down?"

"Well, she stood where you're standing right?" Ian said, as he stood up as well.

"And I stood like here." Ian took a few steps towards Anthony.

"And she said in this horrible Australian accent: "Are you from Australia? Because I see that you have some great koala-fications." You know how I can't resist Australian jokes. And then she just grabs me…"

Ian grabbed Anthony by the waist.

"And kissed me like that! Only she was leaning down as she is so much taller than me, which is very hot, I'll admit."

Anthony half laughed, half whimpered. Having Ian this close while this intoxicated was a dangerous combination. And Ian was drunk too. He always did crazy shit when he was drunk. Would he go for it and kiss Anthony? Why did Anthony want to be kissed? His mind was racing, his cheeks burned, and his heart behaved like a Brazilian drum band. He took a step back and tripped over his own feet, falling backward, over the banister.

"Anthony!" Ian was laughing as he held on for the dear life of his best friend, who dangled upside-down from his balconee.

"What the fuck, Anthony!"

"Get me up!"

"So, do you agree to a 20-80 ownership of smosh, me getting the 80 of course?" Ian joked.

"Fuck you!"

"Hey, my head is against your dick, I'm sacrificing a lot saving you!"

"Just pull me up!"

Ian got Anthony on the balconee again. They sat there, panting for a while. Then they resumed their laugher.

"Oh my god, did that just happen?"

"That was kind of insane. But also kind of hot."

"Yeah, you like that, huh, I bet you wanted me to kiss you!"

"Maybe."

"Idiot."

"I love you, bro. I just got you back. Now, don't die on me, okay?"

"I'll try my best not to."

"Alright! Better..."

Anthony felt moved by Ian's words, the adrenaline still rushing through his body. He grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him onto his lap, while still sat on the ground.

"What did you do that for?"

"I want to prove something to you."

Anthony was determined. He just almost died. He couldn't waste any more time. Ian felt very warm on his lap.

"However hot that kiss was, this one's going to be hotter."

Anthony cupped Ian's startled face in his own tattooed hands, blinked slowly, and gave him the best smolder he could muster at the moment. He leaned in, slower and slower, he heard Ian's gasping breath against his face.

"I love you too, Ian," he crooned. "And it's about time I show you what I truly mean by that."

[swiftllama]

Celebrating 36 years of this guy!Happy Birthday Anthony! 🥳🎉

[generaltrashshecox]

Can I have some Anthony/Spencer fluff

for Anthony's Day. I think they would be cute together.

Ooh a new one for me but they would be cute!

Anthony sighed as he checked his watch again. He was leaning back in an office chair just waiting for Spencer to be done with work for the day. They were supposed to be hanging out for the first time- well first time as a couple that is- at Anthony's house. He finally stood walking out of the office and headed to the games pod. He stuck his head in and looked around. It was almost empty work already supposed to be over a handful of hours ago leaving really only Spencer and Damien. Damien was so engrossed in whatever he was doing as Anthony made his way over to Spencer's desk. He looked again to make sure he wasn't paying attention before pressing a kiss to Spencer's temple and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Spencer turned to look at him with a smile before turning back to work.

"What are you working on?" he asked looking at the screen.

"Next Games video. Should be done soon... Couldn't wait huh?" he asked looking at Anthony with a smirk. He rolled his eyes.

"Well actually you were supposed to be in my office by 4 and it's," he checked his watch, "5:30 so I was checking to see if I was being stood up." Spencer scoffed.

"Like I would stand you up. Anybody who would do that is insane. I just got caught up with work." He leaned back into Anthony stretching and running his hand through his curly locks. He turned to see if Damien was paying attention and saw he was still in his own little world before pulling Anthony to him giving him a spiderman kiss. He smiled into it before pulling away. "I'll be done here soon okay? But I can't be distracted if you want me to be done sooner." Anthony grumbled.

"Fine guess I'll go. I'm waiting for you though don't take too long," he said placing a kiss on his forehead. Spencer couldn't keep the smile off his face as he watched Anthony leave.

"You guys should get a room," Damien said breaking the silence. Spencer shook his head.

"Just shut up, man."

Spencer was finally done and he stretched feeling his bones pop in awkward places. He checked the time and it showed 6pm. 30 minutes not so bad. He grabbed his jacket and his near empty hydroflask waving Damien a goodbye. As he walked out he was caught by arms around his waist.

"Finally," Anthony said pulling him towards him. Spencer chuckled.

"Let's get going then." They drove to Anthony's house talking work for a moment before finally pulling up.

They sat on his couch to watch a movie. Anthony had his arm slung over his shoulder fingers unconsciously tracing patterns into his arm as they watched. At some point the movie got boring for the both of them so they just turned to the side laying against the armrest of the couch. They talked mindlessly laughing at stories or faces or jokes they made. It was comfortable... Anthony's fingers traced his arms over his tattoos. They were more eclectic than his own but they suited him well. A lot of video game tattoos and he wondered if maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he's gotten a few of his own. His own paint stroked tattoos had their own meaning but silly ones he wished he went through with...

"What are ya thinking about?" Spencer asked as he eyed the way Anthony was looking at his tattoos. He flushed before sighing.

"Wishing I wasn't such a perfectionist at times," he said simply. It was his perfectionism that led him to not having those meaningless fun tattoos. Spencer chuckled and he frowned.

"Sorry I get it really it's just... It's just how you are and I like how you are," he said with a smile laying his head on his shoulder. "I'm like... The opposite. My life is like a cluster fuck. Hell my desk before the games remodel was a mess of just shit I didn't feel like putting up. I feel like we balance each other out." Anthony smiled softly.

"Really? I mean... Now thinking about it I guess I see it..." he said lost in thought and Spencer put a hand on his face to bring him back. He looked down eyes fond at the man below. He leaned down and kissed him gently fitting almost like puzzle pieces. Yeah maybe they did...

[thecitykeepsevolving]

Three years ago, I went to my first Anthony Rapp concert at 54 Below. I realized after meeting him (AGAIN), that he’s not only an amazing performer but an incredible person as well. I’ve never met a performer who LITERALLY puts their heart and soul into everything they do. I miss this dude and hope I can see/meet him again SOONER RATHER THAN LATER!!!

[femmmie]

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In anticipation for Ian's day, here are the fics I wrote for Anthony's day back in September! I'm still accepting prompts ;-) so if you want a cute (or hot) fic about Ian, in any ship or non-ship, hit me up! And for more information on Ian’s day, read @lilac-hecox’s post <3

[lilac-hecox]

Anthony’s day prompt: Anthony takes his painting stuff to Ian's place so they can paint together as they've done lately, but he's so tired he falls asleep on the couch. Ian grabs a brush and makes Anthony a portrait, and actually does a rly good job except he also draws a dong on Anthony’s forehead in the painting and irl. Payback time! ~ Japhan2024

Ian + Anthony - painting date - ianthony [platonic]

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Anthony’s been so tired lately that it’s no surprise that once Ian comes over and the two of them split a joint, Anthony dozes off on the couch. He is a long line on the couch, arms pillowed across his t-shirt covered stomach. He looks like a work of art, curls covering his forehead and slipping into his eyes, his long lashes across his cheeks.

Somehow, he both looks the way he did when he and Ian were kids and different all at once.

Ian feels that fondness well up inside of him, the same way it has since they reconnected. Few would understand how Anthony feels like a constant in his life, the same way Smosh does, the same way his parents do, his sister, California. They’ve always been there; they will always be there.

Ian had come over with the intention of painting with Anthony. Some low music is playing on Anthony’s TV. He’s got a candle going. It’s soft and comfortable, and honestly, Ian doesn’t blame Anthony for nodding off in the quiet lull that has formed between them.

He had been watching Ian set up his borrowed paint pallet, squeezing dollops of oil paint onto the firm plastic pallet. Now, Ian is settled on a stool in front of a blank canvas that Anthony had helped him set up. Ian glances back at the other man, and then the canvas, and an idea forms in his head.

Ian is not a very good painter, but he tries, because it makes Anthony happy to see Ian try new things, especially those things that Anthony has found himself loving. Ian mixes his paints the way Anthony had shown him once before. He forms the color of Anthony’s couch and begins to paint the general shape of the couch.

He works quietly, glancing back and forth between the scene before him and the canvas. Anthony is sleeping so quietly, and peacefully, he already looks like a work of art, if Ian is being honest with himself. He has no way to capture the beauty laid out before him, not truly, not as he sees it, but he can try. He can at least make Anthony look as good as he did his painting of their cunty shrimp mascot.

The painting comes together in slow movements of Ian’s wrist and fingers. So, the couch looks more like a blob than a couch, Ian puts more focus on painting Anthony. He mixes the color of his skin, switching brushes to make fine little lines of the black tattoos on his arms and legs.

Eventually, Ian finishes his painting. Anthony depicted by Ian’s hands, cast in oil paint. He may not be as beautiful in the painting as he is in real life, but Ian is still proud of his work and how the painted version of Anthony actually looks like him.

An idea creeps into Ian’s head and a smile crosses his face. He’s never one to turn down the opportunity to prank or be funny. He dabs some black paint on his thin brush and then takes it to the painted Anthony’s forehead. Ian delicately paints a dick on the forehead of the painted Anthony. Ian smirks, turning to look at the real-life Anthony asleep on the couch behind him.

Ian picks up a different brush, with thicker bristles, dipping it into the black paint on his pallet before he creeps over to his sleeping best friend. Ian carefully paints a dick on to Anthony’s forehead, the man twitching in his sleep.

Ian pulls back, having painted a big dick in oil paint on Anthony’s forehead, snickering to himself, at a revenge that came over two decades later.

Ian goes and puts his brush down in the cup near the canvas where his finished painting sits.

There’s a sleepy inhale of breath and Ian looks up in time to see Anthony’s eyes flicker open, dark, lingering traces of fatigue clinging to his face. When he spots Ian looking at him, he smiles, soft and fond, and it makes Ian’s chest squeeze in an odd way.

“Hey, sorry, I fell asleep?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I managed without you.”

Anthony sits himself up, letting out a small breath. He rubs one of his eyes and then looks over at Ian’s canvas. Ian can see when his eyes brighten, when he jumps up despite having just been asleep. Anthony goes to the painting and looks it over.

“Wow! Ian…wow, it’s…” he trails off a second and Ian watches, a heat rising to his cheeks, he watches Anthony’s eyes get all soft and misty. “It’s me.”

Ian runs a hand through his hair, “Yeah, it’s you. I guess, I’m decent at still life?”

“Decent? This is great!” Anthony leans in, one hand on Ian’s shoulder, squeezing. Ian can see when he squints at the forehead on his painted self. “Did you paint a dick on my forehead in this?”

“Maybe or is it an elaborate new tattoo I planned for you.”

Anthony snorts and then pats Ian’s shoulder.

“I’m proud of you, dude.”

“Thanks, man.”

Anthony slinks away to go to the fridge and grab a La Croix. He pops the lid, sips, and then heads in the direction of his bathroom. Ian fiddles with his phone, giddy to see how long it will take Anthony to notice the dick on his own forehead, if he’ll catch it in the bathroom.

He waits, he hears the toilet flush, then a beat, then two. Then, he hears the sharp laughter from Anthony rumbling through the door.

“Ian!” Anthony shouts in faux anger.

Ian giggles to himself awaiting Anthony’s return and inevitable revenge.