Without The Words "It" Does Not Exist

[Fanfic+Fanart] Star Trek: Matches

2009-12-16T11:43:10Z

Title: Matches
Author: xx_azure_sky_xx
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1,270
Summary: Kirk is injured, and without his communicator in a frozen land, and all he has are a couple of matches...
A/N: Uhhhhh...yes. So, my prompt on space_wrapped was "Something Based On The Little Match Girl", and originally I was intending on doing a comic...until I got busy and realized I couldn't draw certain panels that well(damn you art block!). So this is part fic. part fanart. The best of both worlds, right? Ah-haaaa. I'm sorry about how sketchy/sloppy some panels look! I needed to get certain panels drawn quickly, to meet the deadline...*scurries away*

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Kirk wasn't sure how long he had been walking, or where he was for that matter. He knew it was at least far enough away that the soldiers weren't chasing after him anymore, but that didn't help the fact that he was lost, alone, injured, and without his phaser or communicator in this foreign, and very cold alien planet.

It was supposed to had been a simple diplomatic meeting, but it quickly turned into something else when soldiers jumped out from the shadows and attacked him and Spock. At some point in the fight, they had been so outnumbered and overwhelmed that Kirk lost both his phaser and communicator. Kirk and Spock both had to retreat in separate directions, and somehow he had managed to find the door and escaped outside, despite the freezing tundra that was the norm for that planet.

Now, a few hours later, he was wandering in what appeared to be a long deserted town, taking shelter from the wind in an alleyway. In the back of his mind he hoped that Spock had managed to escape alright, and had made it back onto the Enterprise...and had formed a search party. It was so cold here...and he was bleeding...Kirk smirked a little, though, at the thought of getting back on the ship, and confronting McCoy. "What the hell did you do to yourself, Jim?! You get yourself stabbed and you develop hypothermia?! The hell is wrong with you?!" Kirk wished he was back on the ship right now...deep in the warm embrace of his sarcastic pessimistic doctor, instead of here...in the cold...alone...

As Kirk sat in the alleyway, he checked his pockets in an attempt to find anything that might help him...and pulled his hands back in astonishment with a couple of matches...Kirk stared at them questioningly, wondering why he had matches in his pocket in the first place, but a cold chill in the air ran through him, and Kirk felt his body trembling from the cold and decided to think about where they came from later, and light one now. It wouldn't do a lot for heat...but at least it was something.

Kirk struck a match against the wall and held it up against his hand. Even that small flicker of warmth felt like a relief against his numbed fingers. He began to loose himself a little in the fire...and somewhere in the background...he could have sworn he heard a familiar hum...

...

The match went out, and Kirk started violently. Somewhere in his daze he could have sworn he was back on the Enterprise for a moment...he could hear her engines...could almost feel it...He quickly struck up another match...

And he couldn't believe his eyes...

In the glow of the match flame...against the opposite wall...he could suddenly see them...he could see his crew!

They were all there...looking at him...waiting for him...and it was so warm, and he could hear the engines, again. He could hear the usual noises associated with the bridge, and it was so familiar, and he was back on the bridge and Kirk turned and saw McCoy talking with Spock and was about to call out to him--

when the match went out...

Kirk stared at the now blank alley wall in dismay. What had just happened? What was going on? Was he going crazy? All he knew was that he was becoming colder...and was becoming so tired...and he only had one match left...Kirk knew it would be crazy to light it. That he should save it, try and hold out until the search party found him...But it was getting colder, and his body weaker from his wounds...

He struck the last match.

He was back on the bridge. Back on his ship. It wasn't cold here, and he wasn't alone. He looked around, searching for him. There he was, about to get onto the lift, probably going back to sick bay. He called out to him.

"Bones!"

McCoy turned at the call and stopped. Kirk tried to move forward, reaching out, hoping that he could get to him.

He needed to reach him! Somehow a small part of him inside knew that he needed to reach him before--!

...his image faded...and Kirk had no more matches to light...He leaned back against the wall, and stared up at the sky. He wasn't quite sure why he was suddenly feeling such a crushing sense of defeat...they were just hallucinations, right? Nothing would have actually happened if he had reached him before the match went out...right? There was a break in the clouds above...and for a moment he was able to see the clear night sky. So many stars...how he wished he could be back amongst them...A bright streak caught his eye, and Kirk watched as a star fell across the sky. He closed his eyes...

"Bones..."

"JIM!"
...
"Dammit! He's freezing! Spock! Get us back on the Enterprise, now!"
"Mr. Scott, we've recovered the Captain. Beam us back onto the Enterprise immediately."

It was warm again...And he could hear the hum of the Enterprise...As Kirk slowly regained consciousness, he was afraid to open his eyes. Afraid to find himself once again in that alleyway out on that frozen planet, and this feeling being merely an illusion brought forth by the warmth of those matches...

"Jim?"

Bones...Kirk opened his eyes and found Leonard McCoy hovering over him, worry clearly in his eyes. Was he real?

"Thank God, you're up. Geez, man! What the hell is wrong with you?! First you get stabbed then you decide it's a good idea to go gallivanting off into the snow without any food or your phaser or anything else that would have been damn useful?! While you're bleeding no less?! And then Spock comes back on board looking the worse for wear without you and then we find out your communicator's gone and-"

"Bones!"

McCoy paused in his tirade, to look at him, worry returning to his eyes. Jim had sat up in his bed and was now looking intently into McCoy's eyes, searching...

"Bones...it's...it's really you, isn't it?" He could have kicked himself for being this hesitant...but he needed to be sure...he couldn't...just couldn't have this be another illusion... McCoy moved to sit on his bed with a slightly questioning look.

"Yeah, Jim. It's really me...You're back on the Enterprise, and you're gonna be just fine..." Kirk breathed a sigh of relief, and McCoy gave a weary smile. "Dammit, Jim...you really, really had me worried this time. You've seriously gotta stop pulling shit like this. When I found you, just laying there in an alleyway, not moving...bleeding, with just a couple of matches scattered at your feet...on that god forsaken frozen planet...I thought...well, I thought..."

McCoy stared at him, hard, and Kirk immediately felt emotions well up inside. What would it had been like to had seen him like that? Kirk reached forward, needing to touch him, needed to make sure that he could. McCoy was faster.

He was real. He could feel him, his kiss, his warmth, his heartbeat. He clung onto McCoy's shirt as if, if he let go his doctor would vanish again. After a while, McCoy pulled away, both men breathing heavily.

"If you ever scare me like that again, I swear to god I'll kill you!"

Kirk laughed, and wrapped his arms around the doctor's neck.

"I'll try my best, Bones."

McCoy snorted.

"I guess that's the best I can get from you..."

Kirk smirked.

"Well, that's what you get for being in love with a Captain."

McCoy grinned, and pulled him back in for another deep kiss.

-END

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Wow that turned out longer then I intended.
And hahahahaha you didn't actually think I was gonna kill him, did you?! This is a Christmas Advent Calender! I needed to throw in at least a little fluff, yes? ;D
I hope you liked it...considering...I've never written for Trek fandom before. >_< Hopefully my fanfic. or scribbles weren't too horrible. cx
Happy Holidays y'all!

xx_azure_sky_xx @ 2009-11-08T02:37:00

2009-11-08T11:07:51Z

"All I Need Is An Open Sky...

And My Doctor To Lean On..."

(Second Version With Sparkly Things)

Eh-heh...Yeah I put in weird sparkly things after I finished to make the drawing look a little less plain, but...I still like the plain one better. But you can see the sparkly version if you click the link above. XD

Below, is a sketch I doodled while in Earth Science last Monday. hahaha so yeah,
obviously drawn without references, so it's a little wonky here and there... =\
Why did I draw this in Earth Science? ...basically I enjoy "beating up" my favorite
characters, for some reason, so...since Bones is my favorite, he had to get roughed
a bit. XDDD poor Bones...

Below the drawing is the monologue I was thinking of while drawing it.
Basically, Bones has been captured by hostile, tyrannical aliens, who mistook him
for a soldier but decided that extracting information from the ship's doctor is even
better. *cough* yeah...

It has been a week since we have taken that prisoner from the Enterprise.
Upon discovering that he is a physician, and that he has close relations with
the Captain of said ship, we had originally perceived that it would be easy to
break him and collect valuable information which would bring the demise to the
Federation Star Ship, sending a message to all others of our power.

And yet, it has been a week of tortures and beatings, and yet the man remains
tight lipped and defiant. A fire burns in his eyes that seem to negate the screams
which are force from his lips. It has been a week, and we have received word that
crew men from the Enterprise have been spotted, drawing closer in our direction. No
doubt to rescue their doctor. He must be important if they were able to escape their
traps, and still continue forward in pursuit. This doctor does not appear to be letting
up on his defiance towards divulging secrets...so we are planning a public execution
tomorrow in order to send a message of how strong our will and how serious our intent
to those federation soldiers.

"Tomorrow, you will die." I told him, as he was lead back to his cell today, hoping
that perhaps that the looming shadow of death which now hangs over him might finally
loosen his tongue. Instead, those eyes glared at me, with that fire of defiance within
them and said:

"No. I won't. My Captain will save me." And he was lead away towards his cell.

Even though I know that there would be no way for this Captain of his to interfere
with this execution...absolutely no way...the confidence in his voice, and that fire in
his eyes remain in my mind...perhaps I should procure a couple extra guards...

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uh...yeah...so...
I-I'm...not gonna pretend I'm good at fanfiction. Especially for the Star Trek fandom yet...but...I decided the picture meant less unless I included the monologue thing. >_<; ~~BECAUSE KIRK IS GONNA SWING IN ALL HEROIC LIKE AND RESCUE HIM DAMMIT!~~

you can probably expect more art from me, considering that McCoy/Kirk/Star Trek stuff seems to be the only thing I've felt motivated to draw for the past couple months. =x
*FLEES*

KA-BOOM

2009-05-04T07:06:35Z

FN: Colbert MEME by ~xxsymph0nyxx on deviant ART
I did the Colbert Meme that's on DA. c= Click above to check it out. Woo. They're mostly just crappy doodles, but there's one picture that I love on there, at least. XD It's the cartoony Colbert in the question about Starbucks. =D

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This was a comic I started and finished a LOOOOOOONG time ago. I couldn't figure out how to finish it, though, and it, just like my Psych comic, is dialog-less. c= Oh well. Even though I can't figure out how to finish it and I kinda think it's crap, here's the first page anyways. c=

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I've been listening to The Killers a lot lately. This pic. is inspired by the song: All These Things That I've Done.

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I'm so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no
(...)
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
(...)
Over and in, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

--
And now to make sure that this art dump isn't a total waste, here, for your amusement, are some chibis and previews. c=

Anderson used to collect snakes. ._. Of COURSE he did. XD
There should be more Rachel art, I think.
Idiots! Self explanatory.
Demetri Approves of this post
...I have no idea...

Stuff I'm working on:

and one other that's also Jon/Stephen. c=

I LIVE! Part of my fandom brain has been taken over by Psych. But I have never abandoned Fake News. I just...forget what I've submitted, what I haven't and college keeps me loaded down currently. XD Still, I LIVE! *runs off*

xx_azure_sky_xx @ 2009-04-06T22:43:00

2009-04-07T06:01:25Z

< Previous

Gistinging:
Panel 1: ... (waiting for Lassie to make his move)
Panel 2: -sarcastic/embarrassed/flustered sideways invitation back to Lassie's apartment-
Panel 3: Aw snap! A word! haha Couldn't really symbolize a door slamming open without the word "BAM"...
Panel 4: Another weird face...
Panel 5: -sarcastic/wry sexual joke-
Panel 6: the ever cliche'd DON'T YOU EVER SHUT UP?! Lassiter line. c=
And Shawn's wry yet oddly sweet reply. XD
Panel 9: ...uh...self explanatory. XD Also. How did they get from the wall to the bed? ...who knows. o_o
Panel 10: A scene I have found in many-a-Psych slash fics.
Panel 11: -insert question about Lassie's reason for angst, and how his evening went-
Panel 12: Lassie feels better thanks to Shawn. c= (ARG THAT DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE HIM AT ALL! AHHH!)
Panel 13: D'awww ♥

And now it's the end. It's sad how long this 3 page comic took me to draw. XD Also...ignore the smudgy-ness of the last two lines. I switched lead somewhere in between there, and apparently the lead that I was using was incredibly smudgy and a bitch to use. Never again! D:<
I have some other Psych/Shassie comics I'm planning on doing, in the works, in the outlining process heehee. So yeah. Hopefully I get better at drawing Lassie and Shawn...and others...and backgrounds...from this. XD
That is all...hope you enjoyed a little!
♥

xx_azure_sky_xx @ 2009-04-06T22:17:00

2009-04-07T05:41:04Z

< PREVIOUS NEXT >

More general gists, but really interpret as you will. This is just the way I saw it. heehee:
Panel 1: *attempting to get Lassie to look on the bright side~~(of life)~~* -insert Monty Python song here-
Panel 2: Off hand sarcastic remark
Panel 3: LOL
Panel 4: ...
Panel 5: More optimistic babble!
Panel 6: Lassie's anger level...RISING!
Panel 7: (BLAH! Retarded face! Everyone ignore!)
Panel 8&9: Oh my Spencer's getting manhandeled
Panel 10: And getting yelled at by a Lassie for not taking anything seriously! gosh!
Panel 11: -insert sexual innuendo here-
Panel 12: This is Lassie's: Why the hell do I bother, face
Panel 13: -insert further sexual innuendo here, along with flirting-
Panel 14: OK! This is supposed to be Shawn kissing Lassie on the cheek...even though it kinda looks like he's whispering in his ear...IT'S A KISS DAMMIT! *runs off*

xx_azure_sky_xx @ 2009-04-06T22:04:00

2009-04-07T05:17:29Z

NEXT >
Yeah! That's right! No dialog! Know why? ...I honestly couldn't think of the exact words they were saying. Hahaha So you get random emoticons and exclamation points to give you a hint at what they might be saying. You also get to determine if they're already in a relationship or if they're not yet. c= All up to you. Here's the general gist:
Panel one: Lassie: *angst*
Panel two: Shawn: Aw snap! Lassie!
jump around a few panels, Shawn babbles on with references to pineapples.
Panel 7: Lassie is not amused.
Panel 8: Something about how Lassie has no sense of humor.
Panel 9: Lassie gets mad 'cause he thinks Spencer's making fun of him.
Panel 10&11: Spencer goes into defense mode!
Panel 12: Lassie confides in why he's angsting. (again, I have no idea)
Panel 13: Shawn is shocked to see Lassie confiding.
Panel 14: Lassie is embarrassed.

...I apologize for the fact that they REALLY don't look like themselves...realistic cartooning is a work in progress for me. XD And a lot of these panels I ended up having to do without references...

It had to be done.

2009-04-03T08:44:50Z

I couldn't think of a Weakness or a Resistance or a Retreat cost...so I left those blank...
Any suggestions?

The conversation that spurred this:
(just to say, I often quote epic moments of what I'm watching to Kelley, especially when I know she doesn't watch said shows. XD)
Me: Don't turn your back on the Queen...she will f*cking cut you. cut you...!
Kelley: D:
I'M SCARED
Me: The Queen! She's p-p-p-p-p-p-p-
P- what, John?!
She's...POISONOUS!
What? You're not supposed to touch the Queen because she's poisonous?
Oh she's deadly poisonous, Jon!
...So the rules aren't to protect her but to protect you?
Protect her?! The rules for handling the monarch is the same for handling a venomous cobra! Wear gloves, don't turn your back on her, and if she arches her back run, Jon, run! Run like the wind!
I see the English Queen in a whole new life.
Kelley: SHE SOUNDS LIKE A RARE DANGEROUS POKEMON
Me: XD
Ah man...
I need to make a The Queen Pokemon card now...
Kelley: LOL
TYPE: POISON.
Me: She will f*cking cut you
Kelley: ATTACK POWER: INFINITE

...yeah I changed her HP, which I was gonna have as the infinity symbol...to her age. Just to make something a little more reasonable. XD
ENJOY!

Showing off

2008-12-27T15:41:57Z

Mkay! So I'm showing off today. Woo. XD This is the Christmas project that's had me pull a few all nighters the last week or two. XD

These are my babies. c= ♥
going from left to right:
(top)A Knight Who Says "NI", Stephen Motherfucking Colbert, Viral(Gurren Lagann), Dwight Schrute (The Office)
(bottom) Edward Cullen (Twilight), Lelouch (Code Geass), Dr. Jekyll (League of Extraordinary Gentlemen), Eddy The Panda (inside joke :P)

Phew. Yep. I made those for my friends, and Stephen Colbert for myself, for Christmas. c= Since I was on a budget I decided to do this since monetarily this all only cost me: $13.30. Felt is surprisingly cheap. =DD And it was surprisingly easy, the only dull and tedious part was sewing the base. 'cause it's the same damn thing every time. XD Oh yeah, and it probably also took a long time since I did everything by hand because I don't know how to use/am scared of our sewing machine. XDD I'LL ADMIT IT! I FEAR THE SEWING MACHINE! More then likely because it's a machine and has a needle attached to it...and I fear needles. But only in the form of shots and when attached to mechanical monsters. XD Not so much sewing needles in the hands of me. Hee hee.

INDIVIDUAL PHOTOS:
(DEFINITELY NOT DIAL UP FRIENDLY! SORRY!)

WE ARE THE KNIGHTS WHO SAY "NI!"

YOU SHALL CUT DOWN THE TALLEST TREE! WITH! A HERRING! *tension chord*
(yes that's supposed to be a herring. shutup)

Lonely Doctor Jekyll. D:

PANDA! Me and my friends have a friend whom everyone says looks like a giant panda. And his middle name is Eddy.

And therefore, I gave this panda plush hair, so it looks like him. c=

And thus, Eddy the Panda was born.

LELOUCH! *plays Viva La Vida* (...it's a 4chan joke...I'm not a 4channer...but...my friend who I gave this to is. bwahahahahahaha)

I love how Viral's clothes came out, but his face looks like an alien 'cause I had to cover half of it. BLAH! Oh well. XD

DWIGHT!!!!! AHHH! I'm sooo happy this came out so well. XD And yes. That's a beet in his hand.

The person I made this gift for has not received it yet, because he failed to acquire for me A Colbert Christmas: The Greatest Gift Of All...I have denied him his gift until he can produce mine. BUAHAHAHAHAHA! XD

I haven't read Twilight, nor have I seen the movie, but my friend loves it, so I made her Edward.

In the book he's supposed to have copper hair, right? Not dark brown or whatever crap they had in the movie? Yeah, so I made it...orange which is closer in my opinion. XD AND TO THOSE ANIME FANS OUT THERE, NO THIS IS NOT KYO SOHMA FROM FRUITS BASKET! OI! XD

STEEEEEEPPPPHHHEEEENNN

He now flies atop the eagle plush I bought in Las Vegas. As it majestically wears some patriotic wire decoration that I rescued from The Fourth of July. =D

STEPHEN WATCHES YOU!

and then a bonus of me with Stephen. XD Which is also my new Deviantart ID, and was too lazy to change around for this post. XD

THAT IS ALL!
BUT NOW THAT I'M NOT FURIOUSLY WORKING ON THOSE AND PICTURES ANYMORE I AM RESTLESS AND BORED! RAHHH! *flees*

BONUS

2008-12-25T09:03:30Z

Title: Traditions
Rating: PG-13
Series: The Daily Show/The Colbert Report
Pairing: "Stephen"/Jon

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It had only been a few hours since they had finished filming the Christmas special. Elvis Costello had gone home and Stephen was dosing off by the fireplace, wondering vaguely about what had happened to Toby Keith's chestnuts when there was a loud knock on the door. Stephen jumped in his chair and whipped his head over towards the door, suspiciously. One bear had already snuck into his cabin today...what if the last one had had friends and they were now coming to exact their Godless revenge?!

"Stephen! Open up! It's me!"

"Jon?!" Stephen immediately got up and opened the door. A flurry of snow and wind forced its way into the cabin as Stephen shoved the door closed. "What are you doing here?" Stephen exclaimed.

"There's a huge storm coming in and it was getting really dangerous to drive so I came back up here to see if...maybe I can stay here till the storm lets up?" Jon shivered and Stephen laughed a little as he walked over to the counter.

"Sure you can stay here, Jon. I'll make us some coffee..." Jon smiled warmly.

"Gee, thanks Stephen." He headed towards the couch when he looked down as the floor grew softer. "Oh...er...I see you took care of that bear...that was uh...bothering you..." Jon looked down as he stood on what appeared to be the carcass of a very musically inclined bear. Stephen beamed as he walked over, holding two cups of steaming coffee.

"Yeah! Santa came down the chimney and killed him for me!" Stephen grinned with pride as he handed Jon his cup.

"Cool." Jon replied as he took a sip of his coffee and carefully walked over to the couch, still eyeing Stephen's new rug warily.

"Yeah! Today was great, Jon! Let me tell yeah..."

The two sat together on the couch, and Stephen explained to Jon everything that had happened before and after he had left, and the greatest and magic of Christmas. Jon was happy to listen as it did sound like a rather eventful day. Afterall, one doesn't run into both an angel and Elvis Costello all in one day. And it wasn't a horrible way to be spending his evening, after all...there are much worse things.

"Hey, Jon! You tried to get me into Hanukkah earlier...but can I interest you in Christmas?" Stephen grinned. Jon stared at him for a moment before laughing.

"Thanks, Stephen, but I think I'm good where I am."

"But Joooooon!" Stephen whined, leaning over to nudge the other man. "C'mon Jon! Christmas is sooo much better! And we can share Christmas traditions with each other and you can have a Christmas tree and everything!" Jon laughed, as he shoved the other away.

"No, Stephen, I'm cool." Stephen huffed, angrily at the other.

"Jon, I think you're being unreasonable." Jon giggled.

"Me? C'mon Stephen..." Stephen just gave another huff and turned so his back was facing Jon. Jon giggled again. "Stephen, stop. What if I just celebrated Christmas here, with you? Would that make you feel better?" Stephen peaked over at Jon from over his shoulder.

"...Maybe..." Jon grinned, as he grabbed the other's upper arm, tugging lightly to pull him around to face him once again.

"I'll even do all your Christmas traditions and drink eggnog and all that stuff with you." Jon laughed. Stephen grinned.

"Well, we can't drink eggnog...because I don't have any nutmeg...but...hmn...ok...fine..." Jon laughed as he got up.

"Alright. Well...I'm getting more coffee..."

"Wait, Jon!" Stephen got up. Jon stopped and looked over at the other quizzically.

"What's up?" Stephen stood next to Jon and shrugged a little before pointing up.

"We're...uh...we're under the mistletoe..." Jon looked up and sure enough, a single bushel of mistletoe was hanging up on the ceiling...which is odd because he was sure this was somewhere else when he was here earlier...

"Hmn...well this is awkward..." Jon mused, before looking over at Stephen.

"Well...er...since you said you would do all my Christmas traditions and stuff..." Jon smirked lightly.

"Hmn...well I guess I can't get out of it, huh?" Stephen shrugged again.

"I guess not..."

Jon leaned forward as Stephen drew closer. They paused for a moment, just a hairs breath away from each other, before Stephen cupped Jon's cheek with a hand and they drew together in a light kiss. They stayed like that for a while, before they slowly pulled away.

"That...that was just...that was just because of the...the mistletoe..." Stephen mumbled, watching Jon carefully. Both men had a light blush upon their faces as they stared at each other, breathing heavily.

"Well y'know...we're still under it..." Jon mumbled. Stephen looked up and then back at Jon.

"Hmn...I suppose you're right..." And with that, Stephen grabbed the end of Jon's scarf and pulled him in as Jon put a hand to the other's chest.

--

It was 8am, Christmas morning and Jon and Stephen had fallen asleep on the couch. Jon was leaning onto Stephen's shoulder, one arm wrapped around Stephen's waist, as Stephen's arm loosely hugged Jon around his shoulders. A sudden loud thud, though startled Stephen from his slumber who jumped up from the couch, causing Jon to fall hard onto the couch.

"Ow! Stephen...what the hell?" Jon yawned, groggily, rubbing at his eyes. There was another loud bang at the door, before it swung open and John Legend burst into the cabin.

"Stephen! There was a really bad storm last night, and when I came to check on you, and the doors were quickly getting blocked by several feet of snow! So I came to rescue you! Oh, and I brought you some nutmeg! Merry Christmas!" He handed Stephen a small bottle.

"Gee, John! Thanks a lot!" Stephen grinned.

"Not a problem. Don't let me catch you drinking eggnog without it again."

"Don't worry, John! I won't!"

"Alright, Stephen, c'mon...Oh! Hey Jon." Jon waved from the couch. "Alright, you guys, c'mon, I'll get you guys home."

"Alright, John!" John left, and Stephen looked over at Jon who was rolling himself off the couch.

"Er...yeah...so...um...last night..." Stephen coughed awkwardly. Jon smiled, lightly as he walked over and clapped him on the shoulder.

"It was...just the mistletoe, right?" Stephen smiled at the other.

"Yeah...exactly."

"Stephen, Jon, you guys coming?!" John Legend called.

"Yeah, sorry!" Stephen called, before walking out of the cabin, waiting for Jon behind him before locking it and closing the door.

"Merry Christmas, Stephen."

"Merry Christmas, Jon."

-end

--
oh wow this wasn't that good. XD I'm not too good at writing "Stephen".
the only reason why I wrote it, actually was for the Jon standing on the bear part and the nutmeg. XD Oh well...

MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE
and if you haven't already check out my 12 days of Christmas project:
HERE

for convenience purposes

2008-12-25T07:38:06Z

For reference and so I can give people one link to all of the days. XD

On The First Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Jon and Stephen Hardly Working
On The Second Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Anderson and Keith
On The Third Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Oliver and Riggle
On The Fourth Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Geoffrey and Chuck
On The Fifth Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
On The Sixth Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Anderson and Stephen
On The Seventh Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Brian and Jon
On The Eighth Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Oliver and Stewart
On The Ninth Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Conan and Stephen
On The Tenth Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Anderson and Abrams
On The Eleventh Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
Denis and Jon
On The Twelfth Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me:
"Stephen" And Rahm

ON THE TWELFTH DAY

2008-12-24T08:24:37Z

ON THE TWELFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

"Stephen" and Rahm!

Denis and Jon
Anderson and Abrams
Conan and Stephen
Oliver and Stewart
Brian and Jon
Anderson and Stephen
Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

"Merry Christmas, Rahm! I got you a finger!"

"Uh...Stephen...where the fuck did this come from?" Rahm glanced over at Stephen and at the odd appendage in the ring box in his hand, protruding in a manner that looked as if the box was flipping him off...

"Don't worry about that!" Stephen beamed.

"Er...Stephen I'm not sure if I can accept this..."

"No, no, really! Its yours!"

"No, I really mean I don't think I can accept this...this is kind of...er...well besides I'm fucking Jewish!" Stephen tilted his head.

"Oh yeah...mm...you've got a good point there..."

"Yeah...so...I think...I think you should take this back..."

"You're returning your gift?!" Stephen wailed, causing Rahm to flinch.

"Er..." Somehow, Rahm knew this was definitely going to come back to bite him in the ass...

-END

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AHHHH! Yes. It's Rahm/Stephen. A relatively new pairing, but one that is spreading like WILDFIRE! WILDFIRE I SAY! And plus...I decided after all the serious fluff (and a couple of angsts) I spread through the last 11 days, I decided for something with more crack for the last day! Which is why I chose "Stephen", not Stephen. XDD Don't ask where the finger came from. o_o
...
fine! You don't think that picture's good enough for the last day? Even though I'm posting a colored special Christmas picture tomorrow for Christmas?! HUH?! Geez. Selfish. Oh well, how about this to round out the day instead?

NYORO-N!
(I should try coloring this...)
Hee hee
Ok, I'm gonna update one more time tomorrow, so I don't have to say Merry Christmas yet...so er...hmn...
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVERYONE!
*waves enthusiastically*

ON THE ELEVENTH DAY

2008-12-23T08:45:42Z

ON THE ELEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Denis and Jon!

Anderson and Abrams
Conan and Stephen
Oliver and Stewart
Brian and Jon
Anderson and Stephen
Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

It was an odd thing. Christmas Eve, on the road, with probably too much alcohol and one of your best friends. Neither of you want to go home...nor do you have the funds to get there, for the holidays.

It started simple, and innocent, but slowly as the night grew longer and the bottles began to accumulate, things grew more heated. And that was how Jon found himself pinned against the wall, upon a table, in their shabby hotel, as Dennis attacked his mouth, and slipped a hand beneath his shirt.

Both of them were very aware that this was mostly the alcohol and loneliness but neither cared. They would deal with it in the morning. In the mean time, there were much worse ways to spend an evening, on the road, on Christmas Eve...

-end

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Kinda short, but eh. XD A little darker then the other fluff I've posted, but I dunno, I've always liked Dennis and Jon together. They're adorable. XD And they had a past together. Plus, whenever Dennis shows up on TDS there's always those Dennis/Jon fics that start popping up here and there, so why not?

TOMORROW'S THE LAST DAY OF THE 12 DAYS! I BET NONE OF YOU CAN GUESS WHAT PAIRING I HAVE FOR YOU GUYS! =P =P =P

And I'll have a special update on Chistmas as well. c= A colored one, at that. c=
The countdown's almost done!

huh...

2008-12-22T08:19:18Z

Somehow...I jumped AHEAD of schedule...I just realized...TODAY (the 22nd) was the 10th Day of Christmas. How'd that happen?

I'll update tomorrow. And then Christmas Eve will be the last day of the 12 days and then I'll have a special update on Christmas.

Huh that was weird. I was all stressed 'cause I was behind before but apparently I jumped the gun. XD Oh well. I guess I have nothing for you guys today. XD

ON THE TENTH DAY

2008-12-21T08:15:23Z

ON THE TENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Anderson and Abrams!

Conan and Stephen
Oliver and Stewart
Brian and Jon
Anderson and Stephen
Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

Ok! Here's the thing.
I drew this 'cause I know AnderDan is getting popular in the fandom. The problem! When Verdict was on, I hardly watched it and I don't really watched MSNBC that much, and therefore do not know Dan at all. At first I was gonna immerse myself in AnderDan fics but then...I became INSANELY busy. So that didn't work. So here's the thing. If you're an AnderDan fan and want to write something for this picture...write it. XD And I'll post it here. c= Sound good? Good...'cause otherwise there is no fic. Just a nice picture. XD

ON THE NINTH DAY

2008-12-21T06:15:46Z

ON THE NINTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Conan and Stephen!

Oliver and Stewart
Brian and Jon
Anderson and Stephen
Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

Conan grinned. It was good to be working with Stephen, again. They were at rehearsal for that evening's show, although it had to be a quick once, since Stephen had some work to do as well for his own show. They were almost finished, all they had to do was run through the song they were going to sing a couple times to make sure it would sound right, and they were done.

"Alright! Lets do this thing!" Conan grinned, clapping his hands together before grabbing his microphone.

"Alright!" Stephen grinned as well.

The music played and the two men picked up their mics and sang their duet with incredible gusto. Conan could have celebrated, this was going great, they might not even have to run this a second time, and Stephen really did have a terrific voice...Conan smiled as he caught the other man's eye, sometimes when he was with him...

"Thaaaaat's the jingle bellll rooooooocccckkk!" They concluded, just as Conan was about to turn to Stephen to congratulate him on a great run through, he was interrupted...by Stephen's lips.

Stephen had leaned over and taken Conan's face and guided his lips to his own. Conan started for a moment before closing his eyes and leaning into the other. He wasn't sure how long they had stayed like that for, but slowly they pulled away and Conan smirked.

"Are we going to do that for the show?" Stephen grinned.

"Hmn...I dunno...I'm sure many of your fans wouldn't object to it..." Conan grinned as he nudged the other slightly.

"Hey! Same can be said about your fans." Stephen laughed.

"Yeah...that's true...although we might attract some unnecessary attention if we do do it..." Conan laughed.

"I guess you can call it that!" The two men settled into their seats, watching the other.

"Well...I guess I better get going..." Stephen rose for his seat. "I'll uh...see you in a bit." Conan smiled as he got up and gave the other a hug.

"Yeah I'll see yeah..."

As Conan watched the other leave, he smiled to himself. Tonight was going to be very fun...

-end

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I actually really like how this one came out.
I was originally not going to do this pairing, but after seeing that FANTASTIC bit with Stephen on Conan I just HAD to do it! XD
That's all for the days I've missed. I'll have a new update in a few hours for tomorrow.
NO MORE INTERRUPTIONS! I PROOOOMISE! I'M SORRY FOR THE DELAYS! AHHHHH!

ON THE EIGHTH

2008-12-21T06:00:15Z

ON THE EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Oliver and Stewart!

Brian and Jon
Anderson and Stephen
Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

The Christmas party of '08 was over, and Jon had probably had too much to drink. He was leaning drunkenly on his desk when the door opened after a light knock.

"Oh...so this is where you were hiding." Came a familiar British voice.

"John. I thought you left." John smiled as he walked over to Jon.

"Well, I was a bit worried 'bout you when you disappeared. I saw how much you drank tonight." Jon giggled.

"You drank quite a bit yourself, y'know." John smirked, as he sat next to Jon.

"Yeah, but I can still hold my liquor, old man."

"Oh, so we're going with insults, huh?" Jon slurred, as he leaned onto John. John started a bit before smiling.

"C'mon you, lets get you home." John leaned over Jon to try and take hold of the other man's side. Jon started giggling.

"What? Are you trying to...to carry me out of the building?! John started laughing as well, causing both men to nearly fall onto each other as they descended into a fit of giggles.

"Ah...I must have had too much to drink if I thought THAT was that funny. C'mon now, lets get going."

"Mkay..." Jon mumbled as he stumbled into John's arms.

"Jon..." John giggled. "I'm not ACTUALLY going to carry you, you know."

"Wimp..." John grinned.

"I may love you, but I've got to draw the line somewhere."

"Wimp..."

"Oh shut up! Come on. Lets go catch a cab. We have a nice long vacation waiting for us."

-end

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AHHH JON CAME OUT SO BAD! AHH BUT I HAD TO DO THIS REALLY FAST BECAUSE MY ORIGINAL SKETCH WAS AT MY FRIEND'S HOUSE! AHHHHH!
*dies and flees*

ON THE SEVENTH DAY

2008-12-21T05:47:06Z

ON THE SEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Brian and Jon!

Anderson and Stephen
Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

Jon yawned as he drifted off farther and farther into sleep. He was jolted back awake as the legs he was sleeping on shifted roughly.

"Is this all we're doing tonight? You falling asleep on my legs...and me just sitting here watching you sleep?" Brian Williams chuckled. Jon grinned.

"You can always fall asleep too."

"My legs are going to fall asleep..."

"Sorry...but I am getting sick so when you said you wanted to see me today there wasn't a whole lot we could have done..."

"True...and plus it's nice watching you sleep sometimes...better then watching your show."

"HEY!" Brian laughed as Jon put on a sad face.

"You know I'm kidding. Now go to sleep, wouldn't want you to be sick on Christmas. It would completely ruin my plans."

"Oh, I see, wouldn't want you to ruin YOUR plans, now would I?"

"See, there's the right attitude. Now go to sleep."

"Jerk."

"It's why you love me."

-end

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AHHHH! I FINALLY GOT HER TO SCAN EVERYTHING!
AHHH! BRIAN WILLIAMS LOOKS REALLY BAD IN THIS PICTURE!
AHHHH! OH WELL! I LOVE BRIAN AND JON TOGETHER THEY'RE ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!
TOO BAD I BUTCHERED THEM! OH WELL! I HAVE MORE MASSIVE UPDATES TO UPLOAD!!!!
*flees*

ON THE SIXTH DAY

2008-12-18T07:57:52Z

ON THE SIXTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Stephen and Anderson!

Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!
Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

"...Hi Stephen." Stephen popped out from behind Anderson, wrapping his arms around the other's neck from behind.

"Hey! You found my map! What took you so long?" Anderson giggled.

"Stephen...this map was horrible. I think I had to double back five times..."

"Aw...I thought step five made a lot of sense, though..." Stephen pouted, as he reached over the other's shoulder to point at the paper still in Anderson's hand. Anderson grinned.

"Stephen...the map led back to OUR HOUSE! What was the point of that?!" Stephen laughed, hugging the other tighter.

"Mmm...maybe because I made the map confusing and hard to follow on purpose...and it was mostly just to stall for time..." The two men grinned, as Anderson turned to face Stephen, still encircled in his arms.

"Oh really, now?" Stephen laughed.

"Well, y'know how I write in here that this map leads to a very good almost Christmas surprise?"

"Yeah..." Anderson raised his eyebrows and he observed the other man.

"Well...I have a good surprise for you...I just needed to buy myself some time..." Stephen grinned, leaning onto the other's chest.

"Geez, Stephen. You couldn't just leave a note saying...I dunno...stay at work, wait for my call? I was pretty tired when I finished up tonight." Stephen laughed.

"Aww but that would have been too easy!" Anderson smiled.

"So...what's the surprise?"

"Follow me and find out."

-end

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extra drawing #2:
Yeah so I couldn't fit Anderson/Jon in my 12 days and I figure if Anderson and Stephen get their own day, why can't Anderson and Jon get some love too? I've seen even amounts of both in the fandom.

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AHHH! SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG IN WRITING MY FIC!
I ENDED UP SO TIRED THAT I WOKE UP TO MY FRIENDS CALLING ME TO GO HANG OUT WITH THEM AT THE EVIL EARLY HOURS OF THE DAY, SO I CHANGED AND LEFT STRAIGHT FROM THE BED SO I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO COME ON HERE AND WRITE THE FIC! AHHHH! XD But I wrote it nowww. =D Yay. XD

GOOD GOD I'M TIRED. I'LL WRITE THE FIC I HAD IN MIND WHEN I WAKE UP TOMORROW! AND I'LL ACTUALLY BE UP IN THE MORNING TOO, 'CAUSE MY EVIL FRIENDS WANT ME TO SPEND EVIL TIME WITH THEM AT THE EVIL TIMES OF THE EVIL MORNING.
cioa *yawns*

ON THE FIFTH DAY

2008-12-17T08:36:02Z

ON THE FIFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Oliver aaaaaaand Demetriiii!

Geoffrey and Chuck
Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

Sometimes it's the simple things...
A quiet night at home. A delicious dinner, shared only by the two of you, no one else looking in, private, and good. Laying together on the couch, not feeling obligated to say anything, just enjoying each others company and throwing out the occasional joke or comment to make the other smile.

"So it's Christmas Eve and this is what we're doing?" John grinned. "Laying together on the couch as we slowly drift off to sleep?"

"...We...could be doing other things..." Demetri smiled. John laughed.

"Yeah..."

"...yeah..."

"I like this, though. It's nice."

"Yeah...me too."

"Happy Christmas, Demetri."

"You too, John."

-end

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Mkay. I wrote something. It's short but to the point.
It's amazing what making warm home-made food on a cold day does for one. XD But I haven't written either of them before...so...I kept it short and sweet. c=
AHHHH! I almost forgot about posting this since I went to sleep at such an odd time! I didn't actually have a set story in mind when I was drawing this so...it's a little more difficult for me to come up with something on the spot. Eh heh. So uh...I'll post something later when my brain has come up with something. XD

So yeah, Day 5 is Oliver and Demetri because I discovered that it's difficult to do the "Five Golden Rings" part with a name that isn't as long as Demetri. XD
Anyways. Enjoy.

ON THE FOURTH DAY

2008-12-16T08:07:30Z

ON THE FOURTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Geoffrey and Chuck!

Oliver and Riggle
Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

Chuck Noblet walked into Geoffrey Jellineck's classroom with a smile. He leaned on the other man's desk as he observed the other.

"So Geoffrey...it's winter break...no students...no work...and uh...my wife said that her and the kid are going to visit her mother for a week or so..." Geoffrey grinned in response.

"Oh really...Chuck."

"Yeah...so...y'know...if you're ever...in the neighborhood...or something...You can always come over...we can...hang out...or something."

"Hmn...I might just be inclined to do that..." Geoffrey stood from his chair and leaned over the desk, as Chuck did the same.

"NOBLET!" Called the booming voice of Principal Blackman. Chuck's hands immediately came between them, covering Geoffrey's lips. "WHERE THE DEVIL ARE YOU?! NOBLET!" As the door shifted Chuck shoved Geoffrey's face away sending him flying and crashing over his chair and onto the floor just as Principal Blackman walked into the room.

"What in Sam Hill is going on in here?!" He bellowed, as Chuck shifted nervously and Geoffrey twitched painfully.

"Oh! Nothing! Nothing!" Chuck shouted, hysterically. "Mr. Jellineck here just...uh...tripped over his chair! You know how that is! Yeah!" Geoffrey squeaked from his position on the floor.

"Oh...well be more careful Jellineck! The school's not going to cover your foolhardy accidents if it lands you in the hospital!"

"Duly noted..." Geoffrey rasped as he picked himself up off the floor.

"Now anyways! Noblet I needed to discuss something with you! Come over to my office."

"Alright!" Chuck quickly walked over to Principal Blackman and the two men left the room. As the door closed, two seconds later Chuck poked his head in again quickly. "My wife leaves tomorrow at noon! I should be ready for you by 3." He called in a loud whisper.

"Noblet hurry up!" Came Blackman's voice and Chuck quickly ducked out of the room.

-end

xtra picture #1:

Since Geoffrey and Chuck aren't exactly too romantic...I decided to add in a Paul/Stephen picture for y'all. c= And once again I re-affirm that I cannot draw Paul Dinello at all. Bwahahaha. Man...XD

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I had my pictures scanned! They don't actually look that much better since when I made them smaller they got a bit grainy...oh well. XD At least they're not yellow anymore. All the past days are updated too. c= Go check them out. =D
I went to see a group perform Handel's Messiah and I was unaware that you were supposed to stand during the Hallelujah chorus. =\ XD

Have a good day. ♥

ON THE THIRD DAY

2008-12-15T07:11:42Z

ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Oliver and Riggle!

Anderson and Keith
And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

Rob yawned loudly as he gave a long stretch in his chair before standing up. He rubbed at his neck a little before giving a side smile to the smaller man he shared an office with.

"Well...I guess that's that, then." John sighed at his desk before pushing off of his desk and rolling his chair next to Rob, looking up at the other man.

"Yeah...I guess that's that..." Rob gave the other man a soft smile before quickly averting his eyes.

"Yeah...uh...lets hurry up and get to the Christmas party. I'm pretty sure people are wondering where we are..." John got up from his chair and wrapped his arms around the larger man, resting his chin on the other's broad shoulder.

"So...I guess you're really leaving then, huh?" Rob sighed, still refusing to look at the other man.

"Yeah...I guess so..." Rob placed his hand affectionately over John's arm. They stayed like that for a while before John sighed.

"I'm...really gonna miss having you around here...this...this tiny room won't be the same without you..." Rob chuckled lightly.

"It's not like we're never going to see each other again, Oliver." Rob grinned. "Considering the circumstances...I'll probably be seeing you pretty often, still." Rob chanced a humored glance over at the Brit. John snorted lightly.

"Yeah...but it won't really be the same as...working here together..."

"Yeah..."

"...Rob...you're not just leaving the show so you can have some alone time with your lady friends are you?" Rob's expression changed to that of instant confusion.

"What?!" John giggled at the other man's sudden defensiveness and shifted his arm so he could tap the other man's knuckles with a wink. "Oh..." Rob grinned. "Smartass..." John laughed again.

"Rob. As you're wandering around the streets fighting crime...maybe sometime I should try and get away from here early...meet you at an undisclosed location...and help you...'fight crime'." John gave a devious grin as Rob gave a loud laugh.

"What? Like my wiry British sidekick or something?!" Rob laughed, shifting so he was facing John better, John's arms still wrapped around his neck. John made a face.

"Sidekick? Wiry?" John smirked, moving his face closer to the larger man. "Why...if that's how you were starting to think of me, then maybe I'm GLAD you're leaving." Rob grinned, knowingly.

"Heh...yeah right..." Rob's head tilted closer to John's...when a loud bang sounded from the door, causing the two men to jump, pushing off of each other, hastily, staring at the door wide eyed.

"Oliver! Stop fucking Riggle and get your asses to the party! Other people want their turn too, y'know!" Called Jason's obnoxious voice from the other side of the door.

"Jason Jones go the hell away!" John managed to snap, his heart still pounding painfully in his chest from the shock. "We'll be down in a bit!" The two men listened as they heard Jason leave before practically collapsing on Rob's desk.

"Man...that Jason...always had the worst timing with this sort of stuff..." Rob grumbled, lightly.

"Well...for him I'd bet he'd consider it good timing." Rob looked over at John and saw a broad smirk on his face. Rob grinned.

"What's that face for? You like nearly getting caught or something?" John merely grinned wider as he walked towards the door.

"Well...he WAS just making a dirty joke and all but..." John opened the door, glancing over his shoulder at Rob. "He said that I was fucking you." With that John left the room, leaving the door open. Rob stood at his desk, completely at a loss for what to say for a moment before smiling in amusement. Rob took one last affectionate glance around the office, before chasing after John.

He was definitely going to miss this place...
-end

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BAWWWW! ROB! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING?!! WHYYYYYY?!
...Yeah so...I'm not very good at writing some of these pairings...since I've never done it...
And I'm basically writing them on the spot, so they don't even go through my own personal spot checking and etc. But yeah. ANYWAYS!
Monday(today) I will definitely get my friend to scan stuff since her sister has school but we don't 'cause we've finished our semesters so I could go down there before she has to do anything like pick up her sister from Jr High and get her to scan stuff for me...so I can finally get some decent quality pictures up for y'all. Ha ha.
But yeah. Feeling exceptionally tired today 'cause I've been working on Christmas presents so this is going up an hour earlier then normal. Oh well, it's already Monday for most of y'all anyways. XD

ciao! ♥

ON THE SECOND DAY

2008-12-14T08:06:29Z

ON THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Anderson and Keith!

And Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

Two men walked quietly through the park. It was quiet, and deserted, due to the fact that not too many people walk around the park at night, especially in an area that isn't very well lit. Still, the two men walked, hardly looking like they're together as they walk clumsily side by side, sharing a word or two every so often, but for the most part just walking, and watching their breaths cloud in the cold air before them.

"...Keith..." Keith glanced over. "...That sweater looks ridiculous..." Keith frowned.

"...It's warm..." Anderson giggled slightly.

"Keith...baby...my sweater is warm, too...and it doesn't look like THAT." Anderson grinned deviously as Keith merely rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh yeah. You look SO warm in that. I saw how flimsy that material is. You can't possibly be warm in that...at least not as warm as me." Anderson pouted as Keith gave him a smug look before turning back to the sidewalk ahead of them.

A cold win blew, but Anderson attempted to suppress the urge to shiver...he wouldn't let Keith have that satisfaction. Apparently he didn't do a very good job about it, though, as Keith instantly burst out laughing at the discontent and visibly cold look that had flashed across Anderson's face. Anderson shoved him, playfully.

"Shut up." Anderson grumbled, before smiling, glancing over at the other person from the side. Keith grinned as he stopped walking, turning to Anderson.

"Do you want to go back? I think it might snow soon...wouldn't want you to freeze in your oh-so-trendy sweater." This time it was Anderson's turn to roll his eyes before stepping closer to Keith.

"Well...I could always have someone here keep me warm..." Anderson smiled as he slipped his arms around the other's larger frame.

Keith smirked at the silver haired man when a white flake landed on Anderson's black turtleneck. The two smiled, looking up as it started to snow. Another cold gust of wind blew past them causing Anderson to tighten his arms around Keith causing Keith to laugh again.

"There's no one out at this time of night to look good for anyways. I don't see why you're wearing that out in the cold..."

Anderson scowled, before moving his arms to wrap instead around Keith's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Keith's arms snaked around Anderson's waist, pulling him closer to him. They pulled away and Anderson gave a small, cool, smile.

"What are you talking about? You're out...as long as you're around there's always someone to look good for." Keith laughed, enjoying the warmth of Anderson's body heat pressed onto his front as the snow fell around them.

"Andy...you always look good to me...just like how I'm sure I always look good to you, even though I'm wearing this sweater...right?" Anderson laughed.

"Keith...I'm buying you a new sweater..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Both men grinned, as Anderson merely shrugged.

"Nothing. Lets go home."

"...Anderson I can't move like this..."

"...Deal with it. I'm not moving. You're warm. It's cold and my sweater is too thin."

"Ha! I was right!"

"Shut up!"

Two men shuffled awkwardly down the sidewalk. No one was around to see this strange spectacle as the lithe silver haired man huddled against the larger bespectacled man, because no one was really out at this time of night in a less then well lit area of the park. Still, the two men looked very much together, as they joked and snarked at each other the entire walk home.

-end

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Yeah, so I ended up sleeping through the day instead of biking to my friend's house to get her to scan the first 5 days for me...again. Ah-ha. So there's a really bad quality picture again taken by my camera and attempted to make look better with photoshop. XD Anyways, day 2! With Anderson and Keith. Hoorah!

Remember, I'll be doing extra doodles here and there too. I already have all the pairings set up for each of the days, but if you want to make sure your pairing gets drawn...mention something and I'll see what I can do. c=

Merry 2nd Day of Christmas. ♥

ON THE FIRST DAY

2008-12-13T08:10:40Z

ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS
my true love gave to me~

Jon and Stephen Hardly Working

Stephen sighed loudly as he put his book aside. Jon smirked as he glanced at the other man meaning on his back over his shoulder.

"Joooon!" Stephen sighed. "Lets do something. Lets go out for lunch!" Jon giggled lightly.

"Stephen! We just ate." He grinned. "And besides we have work to do. Don't you need to have that book read by Thursday?"

"I have PLENTY of time, Jon!"

"Stephen...it's Wednesday!"

"Like I said, plenty of time!" Jon sighed as he rolled his eyes, glancing back at his notepad. "C'mon, Jon! You know you're tired of working too!"

"I think it's mostly just sitting on the floor..."

"Why are we sitting on the floor again?"

"'cause our books and notebooks are on the couch..."

"And why aren't they on the table?"

"The leftovers from our LUNCH is on the table." Jon playfully snapped back, pushing back into Stephen. Stephen laughed as he competitively pushed back.

"Y'know, Jon...there are plenty of OTHER things we could be doing other then diligently working like good people..." Stephen shifted so he was now facing the other man. "We wouldn't want people to think we're productive, now would we?" Stephen asked with a devious grin. Jon smirked knowingly.

"Oh no...we definitely wouldn't want to get the reputation of being hard workers. Not at all, I mean it's not like we both have programs that produce a new show every day. Y'know...nothing like that." Stephen gave a small scowl.

"Geez, Jon! Great way to ruin sarcasm by using your Jewish logic." Both men giggled, and Jon shifted slightly, to better face Stephen. Stephen smirked triumphantly as he pulled the other man into a kiss. As they pulled away Jon scowled up at the other.

"Fine...I guess we're taking a small break...just a small one though." Jon's scowl slowly turned into a smile as Stephen grinned. When it came to distractions...Stephen always won.

-end

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AHHHH!
DON'T MIND THE BAD DRABBLE! OR THE BAD QUALITY PICTURE! MY FRIEND WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO SCAN THE FIRST 5 DAYS FOR ME FORGOT THE PICTURES AT MY HOUSE SO I HAD TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THE PICTURE WITH MY CAMERA! I'll have a better scan of this picture up probably by tomorrow.

ANYWAYS! Welcome to day 1 of my 12 days of Christmas project. =D All 12 days will be fake news and there will be a different pairing every day. =D And there'll be bonus drawings here and there when I feel like it...so...y'know...it never hurts to request a pairing...just to make sure it gets in somewhere. ;D
But yes! Welcome to day 1. Each of the days will, for sure, have a sketch and a crappy drabble written by me. c= So enjoy, and hopefully this will brighten up your holidays a little. =D

Something Colored?

2008-11-25T08:40:11Z

My sad sad attempt at coloring with photoshop...I now remember why I use colored pencils. XD Photoshop is a pain in the ass when it freezes on you and you had both kites finished but the last time you saved you were only just starting on one...I think when that happened my brain hemorrhaged a little. XD I'll have more pictures posted when I get the other half of my drawings scanned by my other friend...All of those are NOT photoshop colored. XD This was originally a sketch that I had no intention of finishing. Apparently I finished it. =|

"Stephen? What the heck is that?"
"It's American, Jon. If you can't take it, leave."
"..."

Yeah. A bit too early/late for a spring afternoon of kite flying...but to be fair this sketch was thought up as I was day dreaming...during the spring...it's just taken this long to have anything done with it. XD

Journey Into Iconage

2008-11-14T08:51:52Z

Not a lot of icons. 'cause...um...I dunno. =| A lot of them are old too. Ahhh failure! *runs away* XD

[3]Anderson Cooper
[1]The Daily Show Team and Stephen
[1]Jon Stewart
[1]Stephen/Jon
[1]John Oliver
[1]Bill O'Reilly
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8 icons in all

The first two Anderson icons were inspired by writer_atdusk's comments. c= ...a long long time ago. XD

and just 'cause everyone else is doing it:

if you use anything, please credit. c= ♥