ptahrrific: Jon and Stephen, "Believe in the me who believes in you" (fake news)
Erin Ptah ([personal profile] ptahrrific) wrote2009-12-22 10:53 am

Fake News: Two bite-size bits of fluff

Title: It's More Of A Bunny-Girl Outfit, Actually
Series: TDS/TCR
Characters/pairings: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Parody. Not real, and not mine.

Stephen convinces Jon to join him for the last episode of Densha Otoko. (So, spoilers, but only really vague ones.)




"This is so cheesy," murmured Jon.

Stephen hit him with a pillow.

Nothing more was said for a minute, until the show cut to the theme song and Stephen let out the breath he'd been holding. "It's not cheesy, Jon, it's dramatic! The heartwarming tale of the shy geek who finally meets a nice girl who accepts him. It's uplifting to nerds everywhere!"

"Stephen, you're a millionaire television host with a nightly show and an Internet full of fans who will descend like a tidal wave if you so much as raise your eyebrow. What more uplifting do you need?"

Stephen rolled his eyes. "A cute Japanese girlfriend who's taller than me. Geez, Jon, just because I'm an inspiration to all of geekdom, doesn't mean I don't like a little inspiring myself once in a while."

"This isn't just your way of telling me you want to get me in a maid outfit, is it?"

"No!"

There was a pause.

"Although, since you mentioned it..."







Title: WTF R U Doin
Series: TDS/TCR
Characters/pairings: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: G
Disclaimer: See above.

Result of a prompt. (Working out the specific prompt phrase is left as an exercise for the interested reader.)




Jon went over the email four times.

The first, he just glanced at it, as he usually did with short messages from Stephen. The second, he looked more closely, when he realized that he had no idea what he had just read. The third, he slogged painstakingly through each word, trying to piece them into some kind of recognizable meaning. The fourth, he just sort of stared.

Still, when Stephen showed up for lunch a few hours later, Jon had done his best to fill his request.

"What is that smell?" demanded Stephen, waving a hand vigorously in front of his nose. "Did you spend the night on a fishing trawler?"

"It's, uh, lunch," stammered Jon. "Just like you asked for."

Stephen eyed the seafood platter on the desk suspiciously. "Remind me what I asked for, again?"

"...'hot prawn'?"

To Jon's surprise, Stephen didn't begin working himself into a lather over What Jon Had Done Wrong This Time. Instead, he sort of melted. Like Jon was a troublesome kitten that gotten itself tangled in a skein of yarn.

"You are adorable," he cooed, before snapping back to business again. "Now throw that away and help me get these windows open."