i'm a pixel here, myself

So popoffacork authors are live, and I can reveal that I wrote [the thin line between "maybe" and "yes"] (Jon/Spencer, It's not a fall so much as a headlong stumble) for afterthefair.

I was actually reallynervous when I saw I got Cristen because ack, someone I know! Who may think the story I write is crap! But her prompt was basically "I like Jon/Spencer and I like fluff" which is... not the hardest prompt she could have given. This is not 100% fluff, but it's nearly that, and I really, really like these two together. A lot.

It's three fifteen in the afternoon, so there's nothing good on TV, but Jon's lying on the couch anyway, remote in hand, flipping channels in a scanning pattern. Spencer wonders if his brain is even processing the images as they flicker past. "We're... whatever, right?"

"What?" Jon doesn't stop with the remote, but the pace of channel-changing gets slower.

"We're. I moved your flip-flops out of the way."

Now I can go reply to the comments on the story! Or... I will do that tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. Now zzzzzzzz.