#ianthony fics

[wheatnoodle]

ive been inspired to write an ianthony one shot based on ian’s bull riding video and the song “toro” by remi wolf🫡

[xxmoonch1ldxx]

Love your writing so much!!! I have a writing prompt for you, kind of like the missing scene, about what appened after the funeral roast, after Ian saying I love you publicly toward Anthony. Idk i always want to imagine what kind of convos they would have after that. Because friendship or romantic, that must have been such an emotional moment between them. Thankyouu so much for your fics

First of all, I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer to this request; I kept searching for the right approach for this and I think I found it. Second of all, thank you so much for all your kind words! That moment killed me so I had to do it justice. It is, hands down, the best Ianthony moment to me.

Here's my own version of the aftermath:

Reminder I'm still taking prompts so don't hesitate if you have any requests :) thank you so much to everyone who supports me <3

[unknownteapot]

a future with us (5817 words) by unknownteapot ship: Angela Giarratana/Amanda Lehan-Canto series: part ii of a field of yellow flowers summary: "But Amanda was done. Amanda was tired. She’d been tired of fighting herself for three months to rid her mind of memories about a night that felt intoxicating, and she was tired now- of hiding the feelings that blossomed inside her, of things that felt like magic, things that felt so unmistakably right. Of everything, in truth. Amanda was tired of everything."

or, a continuation of and conclusion to 'a field of yellow flowers' anD HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE <3

i dedicate this fic to @sage-lights @xxsuicidalravenxx @ammnd @okiankeno @baflegacy @poppyfamily i really admire ya'll and all the magic you create for the amangela community <3

[totallynotmeems]

trevrasha time loop:

chapter 1! chapter 2! snippet 1! chapter 3!

shourtney coffee shop au:

snippet 1! chapter 1!

spommy truth serum:

snippet 1! chapter 1!

[pocket-cowbae]

Friendship Always Wins

(A/N): A belated Secret Santa gift fic for @wienersmosh... Merry Christmas!! Sorry it's so late, I've been ill and it sat half-finished and unedited for days LOL

Friendship Always Wins: An Ianthony Fic

“Hey, Ian, can I talk to you for a second?”

Really, this could be about literally anything. Courtney is one of my employees, one of my friends, and one of my directors.

But for some reason it feels like Courtney wants to talk to me about something personal. And I’m not particularly in the mood for it today.

“What’s up, Court?��� I look up from my computer and try to plaster on a half-assed smile, something that most of the office would buy as me trying not to be a bummer. Or something. I think. Most people don’t ask me about it, anyway.

Except a couple people in particular, including the person who just closed the door behind them.

“So, since Anthony came back I’ve noticed you’ve been a lot happier, and like, I want to say that I’m really proud of you for being so much more open and free with your thoughts and emotions and stuff.”

“Uh, thanks I think?”

“I just…” They trail off for a moment, hesitating, clasping their fingers together. “I feel like you’ve got some shit going on, and I wanna let you know that you’ve got people to talk to, you know?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Listen…” Courtney plops down onto the couch in front of me with a sigh, fiddling with her ponytail. “I’ve definitely noticed you’ve got something you’re not telling people, and Shayne’s noticed too. And if Shayne’s noticed, you’re not very good at hiding it… My husband is oblivious as shit and we both know it.” She says with an affectionate smile on her face.

“That’s not quite true. He noticed that Olivia had a crush on –”

“Pointing out that Shayne notices when his friends have crushes is not helping your case.” Courtney cuts me off, grinning at me with her eyebrows raised. “That’s why I’m here.”

“You think I have a crush?” I hiss at her, rising out of my seat quickly and glancing at the door to check that it’s actually closed.

She grins wider. “A-ha. You seem pretty nervous now, Ian.”

I freeze. “I’m just not in the mood for this kind of conversation and would like for it to not be overheard by other people.” I say bluntly.

“Not in the mood?” She leans forward. “I mean, if I’ve crossed a line, just tell me to get the hell out of your office like a big ol’ meanie boss-man, but I’m here as your friend, and I just want you to feel happy and comfortable with the people around you, and not feel like you have to hide shit.”

I sigh. “I don’t want you to get the hell out of my office, but I just don’t know what there is to talk about.”

“What there is to talk about is that I’m pretty sure you’re crushing on your best friend.”

I’ve never felt more like I’m having an out-of-body-experience than at this moment. I feel a chill go down my spine and my voice feels distant and cold. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Cut the shit, Ian.” Courtney says in a playful voice that I don’t think matches my reaction at all. “I can see it.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say more darkly, avoiding eye contact with her, sitting back down and staring at my screen.

“Oh, I don’t?” They stand up, stepping forward to lean over my desk, staring at me until I look up at them.

“No. You don’t. You don’t know what I’m feeling or what you think you see.”

Courtney snorts, leaning back and crossing their arms over their chest. “Oh, I don’t know what you’re feeling? You think you have the monopoly on being in love with your best friend and co-worker and being afraid to tell anyone because you’re scared of losing the greatest connection you’ve ever had with someone? You think I don’t know what that feels like?”

I blink at them. “I’m sorry, Court, that’s not–”

“No, I get it. You’re freaked out about it and you’re worried everyone sees it and thinks you’re some ridiculous fool, or worse that he sees it and thinks you’re a creep or a freak.”

“I– do they??”

“No,you idiot.” Courtney rolls her eyes but her tone is playful and caring. “Nobody thinks you’re a fool or a creep. But we do want to see you happy.”

“Wait, who’s ‘we’? Who else–?”

“Me, Shayne, Damien, Amanda, Erin Dougal, Alex Tran, Kiana, Spencer…” Courtney counts on her fingers with a grin. “Nicole, Mike, Marcus, Trevor, Alé–”

“Oh God, I get it!” I put my hands over my ears dramatically, and I can’t stop myself from letting out a laugh despite my anxiety.

“So what are you going to do about it?” She asks.

“What?” I look up at her incredulously. “What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, tell him?”

“Jesus, Courtney, are you insane??” I stand up and start pacing. “What the fuck would that conversation even look like? ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other since we were in sixth grade but I’ve had a crush on you since we were in seventh grade and I’ve been afraid to tell you for years because I thought you were straight and then by the time I realized you weren’t straight it felt too awkward to tell you and then you had a girlfriend and then we weren’t talking for more than half a decade and I thought I was over it but as soon as we started talking again the feelings came back and I’ve been so excited to work with you again but I’m worried that I’ll lose you as a friend if you ever find out how much I love you so I’ve just been trying to keep my damn mouth shut and deal with it just like I did before you left in the first place’?!”

Courtney blinks at me with her mouth open. “You’ve been in love with Anthony since seventh grade?”

“I–” I try to sputter out some sort of reply, but I hadn’t even realized I had admitted that while I was ranting.

“Oh, Ian…” They look at me with some sort of pity that almost pisses me off. “You’ve gotta say something.”

“Why? What good would it do? What would even come out of it? We’d get married and live happily ever after?”

She shrugs. “It worked for me and Shayne.”

“Not everyone is you and Shayne, Court!” I snap, a little too aggressively.

Courtney’s face flushes pink. “Well, I know that, I just…” As her voice trails off, she looks down at her fingers.

“I’m sorry, Courtney, I didn’t mean to yell, I just…” I let myself flop down onto the couch she was sitting in earlier, my head in my hands. “I’m scared.” My voice breaks.

I feel Courtney’s weight on the seat next to me, and her hand on my back. “I know, Ian. But I don’t think it would end as badly as you’re scared it would.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“No, I don’t, but I know both of you, and I know Anthony isn’t leaving again anytime soon. I know you can trust him.”

“I don’t want to lose him, Courtney.” 

Courtney’s hand squeezes my shoulder. “You wouldn’t. I promise.”

–

Three weeks later…

–

“So, Kiana said we’re sharing the top floor because we’re, and I quote, ‘the big daddies of the company’.” Anthony chuckles as he reads the text out loud as we walk down the hallway to the hotel room.

I snort. “‘Daddy’ almost sounds fancy coming from Kiana.”

“Arasha already calls you that, doesn’t she?” He grins, taking out the key and swiping it in the door.

“So do Courtney and Olivia sometimes, it’s a bit weird.”

“I feel like it’s a compliment.”

I shrug, putting my bags down by one of the living chairs. “Whatever, man. I don’t care if they say it, it’s just a word.”

Anthony puts down his bags next to another chair as we both look around the room. It’s pretty big, with a small kitchenette and a separate door to what I assume is a ‘bedroom’. 

As I’m looking around hopefully for a second room, I hear Anthony as he walks towards the bathroom – probably curious about the size of the bathtub.”I think it’s cute. It shows that they see you as a father figure, but not in a weird way, you know?”

I don’t see a second door. God, there better be two beds in there… “Yeah, as long as it stays wholesome. They make weird jokes about it sometimes but I’m glad they’ve never really crossed any lines about it. I’m not one to make or enjoy any hint about sleeping with my employees.” I shudder.

Anthony snorts. “We’ve seen enough of that shit in other companies. That dynamic is so gross.”

I grab my water bottle from the side of my backpack, silently pleased at the delightful popping sound it makes when it opens. “Yeah, that weird power thing is nasty.”

“Speaking of power, would you ever call someone ‘daddy’ in bed?”

I nearly spit out my water and I feel some of it burn my nose. “Dude, what??” 

Anthony laughs at the look on my face. “Hey, it’s a power thing! Some people are into that kind of kinky thing.”

“But why would you just ask me that?? Jesus, my water nearly came out my nose!”

“I don’t know, I was thinking about it because of what we were talking about earlier.”

“Why are you thinking about what I would call someone in bed though?” I ask, trying to will my face not to flush pink.

Anthony’s does, though, much to my surprise. “I don’t know, man, it just came into my head!”

He turns away before I can reply, and he goes to the other door, swinging it open.

“Oh no…”

“What?”

“You’re not gonna like this.” He calls over his shoulder as I approach him.

I peek around him (too short to see over his shoulder – not that I care about being shorter than Anthony, because I don’t!) to see that there is only one bed in the sleeping area.

“God damn it, Kiana!” I groan out loud, letting out a huff of air and running my hand through my hair as I step away from Anthony, feeling overwhelmed and flustered.

“I’ll sleep on the floor or something, I’m sure they can send up extra pillows to –”

“Wait, what?” I look back at Anthony, and he looks… upset, almost guilty?”

“I just – I assume you don’t want to share a bed, and this is probably my fault, so I –”

“Why is it your fault? And why would I care? We’ve been friends for ages, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” I’m sure my face has already defied me and is past the point of pink, likely beet red, but I choose to ignore the heat I feel on my cheeks.

“I mean… I guess, yeah, it’s not a big deal, it’s a pretty big bed, we can put pillows between us if you want.”

“I… what?”

“Well it’s just…” Anthony looks at the floor, his hand going to the back of his neck. “We haven’t… after I came out as bi, we never…”

“Oh.” Anthony came out as bi shortly after high school, and we hadn’t shared a bed since before then. “Dude, I don’t care, you know I’m bi too.”

“Yeah, I-I know, I just…” 

“And what did you mean it’s probably your fault?” Definitely didn’t want to keep down that rabbit hole, so let’s go down another one. Great thinking, Ian…

“Oh, I…” Anthony continues to avoid my gaze, but he looks out the window this time. “I… was joking around with Alé about those ‘only one bed’ tropes and I told her if she puts us in a room with only one bed she’s fired.”

I burst out laughing, almost crying instantly. “Oh my God, dude, that’s hilarious!”

Anthony laughs nervously as I hold my gut, tears rolling down my face as I laugh harder than I had in weeks. “Yeah, aha… so uh, you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” I’m still chuckling, wiping my cheeks. “Why would I be mad? That’s fucking comedy gold, dude.”

Anthony still looks uncharacteristically nervous, so I put a hand on his arm. “You know what would be even funnier?”

He tilts his head at me silently.

“If we acted like it actually did something.”

Anthony’s face goes as red as mine felt earlier. “I… what?”

“Oh come on, man, it would be great. We can pretend like it revealed some sort of deep feelings for each other or something.” 

In my own head, I’m screaming at myself, because why on earth would I want to pretend to be in love with the person I’m actually in love with as a joke? But for some reason, my mouth keeps going.

“We can be all cutesy and quiet like we’ve got some sort of secret to hide, and pretend that we had a big heart-to-heart like in a rom-com.”

He smiles, and I don’t notice right away but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, yeah. Like a fanfiction.”

“Exactly!” I grin at him. “Like, ‘oh, Anthony, sharing this bed with you makes me want to cuddle you and kiss you, I’ve been in love with you for years’--”

“‘Oh, Ian!’” He starts, grabbing my waist and making my heart thump about a million beats per minute. “‘I’ve been in love with you for years too! Ever since you brought me that homework when I was sick, I knew you were something special to me!’”

I chuckle nervously. “Wow, that’s a deep cut.”

“Deep enough that you didn’t even remember that when I brought it up.”

“Hey, I can remember a lot of things.”

“Oh yeah?” Anthony still hasn’t let go of me, and I can feel his breath on my face as he teases me. “Like what?”

“I can remember when I fell in love with you.” The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

“Oh?” Anthony’s face gets closer, and his eyebrows are raised playfully.

“I…” I can’t get my words out properly. All I can focus on is how close Anthony’s face is to mine and how close his lips are to mine and how soft and –

Suddenly the distance is smaller, and by smaller I mean he’s kissing me.

I don’t even remember what we were talking about. I don’t remember anything. I can’t think about anything except the fact that Anthony is directly in front of me, and I have never wanted anything more than the man whose body is pressed against mine, whose shirt I have grasped like a life-raft, whose hand is still on my waist, thumb against my bare skin just under the hem of my shirt, whose other hand has found its home in my hair, holding me close, gripping me like I’m everything he ever wanted…

I never want to let go, but slowly he pulls off of my lips, and I can’t help the whine that escapes me.

“I’ve always wanted to do that for real.” Anthony murmurs, his forehead resting against mine.

I feel like I have no air in my lungs as I try to process what that means. “You– you wanted to…?”

“Kiss you? Yeah.” He chuckles. The hand that was in my hair drifts down my back, still holding me close. “For a very long time.”

“I…” I have no idea how to respond, and for a moment Anthony seems hesitant.

“Is that wrong? I just…” Anthony looks into my eyes, his own full of so many emotions I can’t pinpoint. “I wanted to know what it felt like. Outside of a sketch or whatever.”

“I mean, I… I wanted it too.” I admit. I’m trying to smile at him but I can’t feel my face enough to know if it’s working.

His eyes widen. “Really?”

“Yeah, I…” I hesitate. I don’t know if he’s just curious or… “I love you, Anthony.”

The smile that spreads across his face makes him look as radiant as the sun. “God, I love you too.” 

He leans in and captures my lips for another kiss, and whatever anxieties I had about losing my best friend are melting away with the assurance that my best friend, the co-creator and co-owner of my company, my soulmate, my everything, loves me too.

–

Later that evening…

–

“We really are stupid, aren’t we?”

I look up at Anthony from where I’m snuggled into his chest, laying clothed on top of the bed after dinner and half-watching whatever was on the television. “Huh?”

“I mean, we’ve clearly been dancing around our feelings for each other for a long time. I was worried you would think I was creepy or something if I told you how I felt…”

“I thought that you had found out how I felt and that was the big reason why you left Smosh, because it freaked you out.” I admit softly.

Anthony’s arm tightens around my shoulders and he gives me a kiss on the head. “If I had known what we were both feeling behind all that tension and anger and shit, I don’t think I would have left. I feel like we can face anything together.”

“I mean, we always could. Friendship always wins, right?” I tease.

Anthony laughs, and he plants another kiss on my head. “We always win, my love.”

[lilac-hecox]

hi! do you think you would write ianthony sharing clothes? thank you!

Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Sharing clothes

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“Ian,” Courtney begins.

Ian looks at her from where he’s pouring his coffee, standing at the counter in the kitchen of the Smosh office.

Courtney’s waiting for her frozen breakfast to cook in the microwave and as she waits, her eyes scan him, head to toe. Ian nervously touches the corner of his mouth, wiping at his face just in case he has any remnants of the gluten-free muffin he had eaten for breakfast when he arrived at the office.

“What’s up?” Ian asks because he can’t handle Courtney’s surveying gaze any longer.

“Is that…isn’t that Anthony’s shirt you’re wearing?” she asks, biting her lip, her voice low, but there is a clear sense of amusement in her eyes.

Ian looks down at himself.

Fuck.

The shirt he’s wearing is, in fact, Anthony’s. They’ve been spending so much time at each other’s places, sleeping over, that it’s natural that their possessions are missing. Anthony had a dedicated drawer in the dresser in Ian’s bedroom, but Ian hadn’t pulled this t-shirt from that drawer this morning. He had plucked it from his closet. Sure, he had noticed the shirt was a bit baggier than usual, but Ian attributed it to him eating more vegan meals to align with Anthony’s dinners.

Courtney must note Ian’s wide eyes before he can school his features into something more composed. She’s got a sly little smile on her face like she’s a cat that got the cream. Ian wills himself not to flush or really even react more than he already has. He clears his throat.

“Uh, no, I think this is mine. We must have gotten the same one. You know that happened in high school all the time.”

It’s not a very convincing lie but it’s all Ian’s got because neither he nor Anthony is ready to reveal their newfound relationship and how it has evolved into something beyond friendship and into a firmly romantic territory.

“Well,” Courtney says. She reaches out and adjusts the collar on the t-shirt, smoothing down the fabric on the shoulders. “It looks good on you.” She winks, thankfully taking mercy on him and not dragging out her questions or suspicions.

Ian adds his minimal sweetener to his coffee, plucking out a spoon from the drawer and stirring his coffee until it shifts from a deep black into a pale tan.

Anthony is at the office today and it isn’t too long before Ian finds him in their shared office. Ian slinks inside and shuts the door with a sigh.

“What’s up?” Anthony asks, looking up at Ian from his computer. “Coffee troubles?”

“Why didn’t you tell me I put on your shirt this morning?” Ian asks.

Anthony raises an eyebrow and then scans over Ian. He laughs brightly and fondly.

“Shit, you did, huh?”

“Yes, and Courtney absolutely noticed.”

Anthony doesn’t look nearly as panicked by this information as Ian happens to feel.

“Okay, well, it was just Courtney. She likes fashion, of course she noticed.”

“How do I reasonably explain why I’m wearing your shirt?”

“You don’t tell them it’s my shirt,” Anthony says.

Ian goes and sits at his desk, setting his cup of coffee down on the desk.

“I told her we owned the same one.”

“So,” Anthony says, amusement on his face, “I gotta buy a second one?”

Ian laughs, “I guess so. Unfortunately for both of us, our styles are pretty opposite so when one of us is wearing the others clothes…it’s noticeable. I don’t think anyone expects me to wear a Junji Ito shirt.”

“Tell them I influenced you. You know, the way you and Shayne own the same shirt.”

“Well, no one is going to think I’m dating Shayne since he and Court hard launched their marriage.”

Anthony shrugs, “You could be their third.”

Ian wrinkles his nose. “Don’t ever say that to me again. They’re like our kids at this point.”

Anthony laughs, “Our married kids.”

Ian shakes his head, “You’re so stupid, dude.”

“Not stupid enough to wear my boyfriend’s shirt to work,” Anthony mumbles, sipping his protein drink he typically has for breakfast.

Ian groans. “Okay, new rule. We’re establishing a ‘fit check’ before we come to the office from now on.”

Anthony wipes his mouth and sets the protein drink on the low coffee table in front of him and grins.

“Maybe I like you wearing my shirts.”

“Anthony,” Ian says warningly.

Anthony shrugs, “What can I say? I do. You look good in them. It makes me feel like a part of me is with you all day.”

“You sappy fuck,” Ian teases.

“Hey, you knew this about me when we reunited,” Anthony says with a shrug.

Ian abandons his coffee and moves across the interior of his office, going to drop on to the couch next to Anthony. He tucks himself against Anthony’s side.

“Yeah, I did.”

Anthony’s hand reaches out and runs down the line of Ian’s back, warm and comforting.

“Let ‘em talk,” Anthony says, as he draws Ian in and presses their lips together in a sweet kiss.

[femmmie]

Do you think anyone calls Anthony "Ants" as a nickname? I know they used to joke about the fanfics making Ian call him "Ant" but I feel like I've heard that nickname irl now... "Ants" is so much more cursed though lmao

[baflegacy]

ripping through the softest skin

“I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

(drabble)

—

He finds her by the balcony.

“Angela—“

“—No, Ian. I don’t need it right now.” She takes a long swig, wincing at the burn of alcohol. “Let me just sit outside. In peace.”

Despite the hard set to Angela’s jaw, Ian takes a seat beside her anyways. “You know I can’t leave my kid alone like this.”

She lets out a bitter chuckle. “We both know we don’t really do that ‘kid/dad’ thing, dude. That’s you and Arasha’s thing.”

“Still,” He sighs. “Of course you’re fucking capable, you’re an adult—but I don’t just want to leave you out—“

“How do you fucking do it, man?” Angela glances at him before staring at the skyline again. “I feel so, so—stupid. Thinking that—“

“—You had a chance?” Ian finishes for her, smirk softening when he sees her grimace. “I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

“You still believed that even when he came back?” She asked, not unkindly. The question still makes him frown, though.

“Had to, anyways. If nothing happened before, then why would…” He trailed off, before shaking his head. “Just—don’t beat yourself up over it, okay? You thought there was something between you two and then suddenly there wasn’t, nobody would think you’re the bad guy for catching feelings along the way.”

“Easier said than done, Ian.” Her voice turns wobbly at the end. “I just thought—“

Angela’s voice catches on a sob, and Ian wraps an arm around her and pulls her close, letting her cry.

“I thought we were on the same page,” She confesses, her voice sounding impossibly small. “Because—because I’d just get these looks and she’s one of the few that just gets me and I thought it was the same for her,” Her breath rattles as she exhales. “I—I know she’s my best friend, I know we’re best friends, but I thought we could’ve been more than that. That we were on our way to being more than that.”

Angela wipes her tears with her sleeve. “I thought she’d be my person and I’d be hers but—clearly that’s not fucking happening,” Another bitter chuckle. “God, I must’ve looked like an idiot—thinking that I ever had a chance. Of course I fucking don’t.”

Ian sees all this; The tears that are drying on Angela’s cheeks, the slight tremor in her voice, the pinched look on her face. He sees all this and pulls her closer.

“I don’t—I can’t—“ He starts, voice thick. “Look, you and I know that this shit can’t be fixed in a month, but what I can tell you is that it gets easier.”

“What, seeing them?”

“Living with it.” Ian smiles ruefully. “To tell you the truth—it never really stops hurting. Sometimes it—sometimes something comes up whenever I even see him and I just—“ He closes his eyes and exhales, tries to keep his voice monotone. “It never really goes away, is what I’m saying. Not in the way you want it to.”

Angela says nothing, but pats the hand that’s wrapped around her. Ian thinks it’s a start.

(Somewhere, inside, Anthony wraps an arm around Amanda’s waist as she kisses him on the cheek. He scrunches his face, looks at her, and laughs.

And Anthony thinks that maybe, maybe this is what love is like.)

[i-miss-summertime]

THE ianthony song for me rn is Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish, from Anthony's POV (this one is gonna be a little more on vibes since the song lyrics are admittedly a bit simple)

ill be real, this one is purely vibes considering the lyrics of the first verse are pretty vague but still feels like it fits into our gloomy boy's style of how he thinks of love. A serial monogamist, he self admits to falling hard and fast for people. These morbid, grand statements of love feel really in line with Anthony (iykyk, watch his insta stories if you dont).

The line that really sticks out to me is the "I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone" like reflecting back on the days that Anthony felt like he was taking on more of the work of Smosh and his eventual need to go independent.

Also the "might not be forever/But if it's forever, it's even better" is so "if we burn this to the ground, im happy to do that with you"-core. Like no one knows what the future will bring, no one can guarantee what's going to happen but they want to continue Smosh and be friends for the long haul.

Lastly, I just feel like even the term "Birds of a feather" really apply to them. So many commenters, even people who got into Smosh post-Anthony leaving, were commenting how Anthony's the other half of Ian's weird humor. Amanda said, in their "We React to Your Compilations" video when watching the I&A compilation, "they are the same." It was just a short throwaway line but it feels like even people around them feel like they're two of a kind.

This pre-chorus is actually so Anthony. He's so transparent with his fondness for his friend. That's his BEST FRIEND who he's known since he was a little kid.

Plus, I love Anthony and jokes about his emotional, crying content aside, he's so emotive and sensitive. Not in a negative way like sensitive can sometimes mean, but just wears his heart on his sleeve more than many men (him crying during his ISADW with Ian, tearing up during the Reading the Angry Letter video, even crying during that one reddit story about two best friends falling for each other). He just seems like the type to cry from how much he loves someone.

now THIS is the verse that makes me clock it as Anthony thinking of Ian. In this era, he's hyping Ian up so much and a compliment machine in contrast. We know Ian doesn't give himself enough credit as said by Anthony and Shayne on Smosh Mouth and with his history of downplaying his work, I could definitely see an interaction of his friends being frustrated on Ian's behalf of not being able to accept compliments.

Like literally, can you not see him responding to a compliment with insistence that it's just a "bit" as resident of Bit City lol. I also love the "don't be stupid" line like as much as Anthony is so fond of Ian, what would their relationship be without a bit of heckling in a loving way.

Finally, the post chorus gets me so much fr.

In a metaphorical sense, they've talked about how they've had to let go off who they saw the other as, let go of their past friendship to meet each other again.

Yes, they're different people now and this in many cases mean they aren't compatible to the point of being able to just be best friends again. This is where the metaphor of knowing someone from another live KILLS me. Yes, they look different and act different but you still know them where it matters. You can love them for who they are at their core and learn to love the new pieces of them as they evolve. Even if they're different in so many ways to old Ian and Anthony, "you had that same look in your eyes" that brings them back to that bond

"I love you, don't act so surprised"

Look, I know I just rambled about how this song is so from Anthony's perspective but can you not imagine Ian saying this after the funeral roast. He said I love you and everyone, including Anthony was so shook. I think they both knew that Ian loved Anthony, it was just never said, verbally. Kinda teasing but still endearing, the line reads as "I'll tell you because you love the verbal validation but you already know <3"

I just love how you can easily interpret this song as platonic and it's still so sweet and describing this deep love. I just can't help but think of them when I hear it <333

[sheisaquarius-blog]

Hope you're doing well! I'm just being nosy, but would you be able to spoil any of your prompts that are in the works or projects that you're excited to start?

this isn't nosy at all! or, if it is, i love it. i'll share what i'm working on, but fair warning it's a lot of spin offs/sequels/part twos of things, so this is an open invitation to hit up my inbox with suggestions of things you'd want to see! i can't always promise on delivery or timeline but i looooove tending other people's carefully planted seeds into whatever funky tree i can grow out of them. here's my list of wips!

i'm coming for you again: just posted the second to last chapter, working on the last. i also have 2/3 chapters for a flashback high school ianthony story set in this world, so that should start being posted pretty soon. i also have a few other side stories in the works, but mainly a big ol' epilogue to icfya that's going to be its own story. can you tell i've infected my own brain with this world? lol

reflection: i'm working on part 2, although the first chapter can certainly stand on its own if you like that ending. i posted a little preview to that last week i think. shocker, more angsty smut from me. unpredictable, i know.

love like magic: i'm working on a little ian-centric prequel one-shot (although it might end up with a more ian-anthony balance as i rework an anthony's day prompt into it, but we'll see...) about his burst and growing up with magic and how he and anthony end up together in that world.

for entirely new stuff: i'm planning a little amangela/courtrasha waitresses in ny au. i have a late anthony's day prompt of youtuber!anthony and fan!ian (sorry if you're the anon who sent it reading this! i'm getting there!), as well as a platonic ian and anthony prompt that i've been stewing on for a while about ian helping anthony through a hard day based of a lws comment. i also want to, at some point, work on/finish a gift fic for the lovely @lilac-hecox that i started based on "good luck, babe!" by chappell roan. some day!!

that's most of the ~real~ stuff i'm working on, but i'm always listening for more, and i'm always getting sidetracked, so if you throw something shiny my way i might just sink my teeth in!

[shaynetopps]

Title: love is stored in the soup

Ship: Ian and Anthony (Ianthony)

Rating: Fluff

Summary: Ian invites Anthony over for a soup night — and potentially more.

Notes: hello, ianthony lovers! i’m writing this fic as part of the smosh valentines exchange on tumblr. this one’s for @only-frann, hope you enjoy! i got inspired to write this after ianthony’s ep of culinary crimes where they mentioned making soup together. it fueled my ianthony brain rot and i just HAD to write this fic!

[shriggy-the-rat-king]

Genderfluid demon Anthony from this fic cowritten by me and @punk-gremlin

more sketches on pillowfort (mild nsfw)

[xxmoonch1ldxx]

if you’re open, perhaps an ianthony fic about listening to music together? :)

I know I am not very active on Tumblr lately (lots of things to do), but I do still take prompts! Anyone who wishes, send them my way!

And here's me finally writing that adorable prompt I've been given. Thank you for the idea, and I went a little overboard, but I hope it pleases you all the same :)

[chu-tea]

Ao3 Wrapped

Happy End of the Year 2024! (Thank the Jeebus Man ;~; )

Of course, offered/created by the wonderful @lilac-hecox and I pretty much follow @sheisaquarius-blog around like a lost puppy lmao! They're two of the most creative writers I've been fortunate to meet upon watching Smosh again! It's been a blast writing for this fandom, even if my AUs are pretty much the same and because I didn't have much for 2024, I combined with 2023....I hope to have more of a creative streak for 2025!

Works for this year: 7

Word Count: 70,484

Hits: 4,859

Bookmarks: 107

Top Five by Hits (All Years):

1. Bleedin' for You

2. Guard Dog

3. Driven Batty

4. Long Way Back to You

5. Winter Can Bloom

Top Five by Kudos (All Years):

1. Bleedin for You

2. Driven Batty

3. Guard Dog

4. Written in Our Fate

5. Winter Can Bloom

Longest Fic: Driven Batty (30K+ & still ongoing!)

Shortest Fic: Winter Can Bloom (My first fic for this Ao3/Tumblr handle…a whopping 1,316 words lmao)

Main Character I wrote: Bc I've only written Ianthony, I feel like it should be both, but I know I write in 3rd from Anthony's view...so it would be my favorite pincushion, Anthony lol

Fave fics: Beyond the Blue ! It was my first dark fic that I wrote and it sure opened a door to the creative field! It's an AU that especially had me bond with Kalli (Kallioph on Ao3) and solidified our friendship for our freaky brains LMAO, which had me writing Guard Dog a gift that I wrote that's inspired by Kalli's work i'm coming for you again but her work is way better and I'm glad that it's an AU setting that really connected on. The last one I'll say is Driven Batty bc it's a gift fic to both Lilac and Kalli and I love writing a vampire!AU LOL and it's been fun to write a lighthearted AU that's just goofy shenanigans.

Happy 2024! I hope everyone has an amazing 2025 and thank you everyone who follows me and for any kudos/comments/prompt requests that you've sent my way. I hope that I can fulfill the rest of the prompts that I've received and turn them into 2025 gifts! Take care! c:

-Chu

[totallynotmeems]

mimi does flufftober: a masterlist

got me wrapped around you (got me lying at your feet) lost pet meet cute — trevrasha

that's why (i love fall) “left. other left!” — amangela

their button-up shirts yes, no, maybe — amangela

my gravity's centered hoodie weather — ianthony

[yourinterestisnotcringe]

"Codependents lack enough emotional stability and willpower to overcome the soul-crushing feeling of being lonely, the fear of being left behind. And it just so happens that some of them become serial killers together: them vs. the world."

[Serial Killers I. Hecox & A. Padilla AU]

scenario 0: the foundation, ca. '05

[other au moodboards]

(x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. inspired by my talks with @smoshidiot x)