Author's Note: Hey guys! So I've previously held myself to some rather strict rules about my stories... namely that they have to have plot/conflict and can't be too over-the-top Ianthony. (The exception to this being Writer's Block.) But I've got tons of ideas for drabbles/oneshots that could be written, so I decided to create a place for myself to upload a series of "pointless" little stories that wouldn't normally hold to my overly-critical standards. They will probably all be Ianthony, but I'm not sure. The only rule is that they must all be under 1,000 words. Some of them will be from the 100 theme'd Ianthony challenge (which can be found on Deviant Art), but that's not a rule. I'll be sure to note in the chapter description if it is.

I've moved Writer's Block into this document (it was a standalone fic before) because it fits the criteria so well and it would seem weird if I didn't include it. So if you were wondering where that ended up, fear not- it's still here, although it has been edited slightly. :) Hope you're looking forward to this as much as I am!

Description: Ian is trying to write a Smosh script, but he's hindered by writer's block. It doesn't help that Anthony is there to distract him...

Ian's third dramatic sigh finally made his boyfriend glance up at him.

"Something wrong?"

Ian smacked his head into his palm. "Dude, I have such bad writer's block right now."

"I told you to be done with that, like, twenty minutes ago." Anthony, disinterested now that he knew the source of Ian's problem, went back to his video game.

"Well if I don't finish this script, who will?" Ian said grumpily. "We gotta have it done over the next few days."

"Yeah, but if you have writer's block, you have writer's block. It often only goes away if you take some time away from what you're working on."

"I know. This isn't my first day doing this." Ian wasn't sure why he was letting his writer's block steal his patience and shorten his temper, but he immediately regretted his bitchy tone.

"Okay, now you're definitely going to take a break." Anthony paused his game and pushed Ian's laptop shut with one outstretched hand.

"Dude…" Ian complained.

"Nope. Be done."

"Fine. But only if you stop playing that game for a little while." He took the controller out of Anthony's hands.

Anthony scowled at Ian and then sighed. "What are we supposed to do now? Sit here and look at each other?"

"I dunno." Ian set his head back against the couch and shut his eyes. "I fuckin' hate writer's block," he grumbled. "I've had it a lot lately. I feel like I'm just out of ideas. Every joke I come up with, we've already done in one of our other videos."

"You're just a little low on creative juices right now," Anthony assured him. "It'll come back to you."

Ian ignored his boyfriend and continued. "You know all those lame-ass comments that say we're not funny anymore? Sometimes I wonder if they might be right. I mean, it's not like we can just come up with enough stuff for a video every week forever, right? But if we have anyone else help write our stuff, it might not be the same type of humor and then the fans will get pissed."

He paused, and when Anthony didn't say anything, Ian concluded his bitchfest with "Writer's block just sucks, and I hate feeling so idea-less."

"Well, here's an idea for you. Why don't you shut the fuck up about your writer's block and distract yourself?"

Ian raised one eyebrow slightly without opening his eyes. He started to ask, "How?" but was cut off by Anthony's lips suddenly pressing against his.

"Wow, that was original," Ian commented when he and Anthony parted from their kiss.

"Maybe that's part of your problem," Anthony said. "You're too busy trying to come up with something original."

Ian couldn't help but lean in to plant a kiss on Anthony's adorably wide nose. "Well, duh. I don't want to just come up with the same shit over and over. The viewers deserve better."

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "You realize nothing's original, right?"

"Would it be original if we took our pants off and made love on this couch?" Ian suggested, smirking.

"Hell no," Anthony chuckled. "That would be plagiarizing so many fanfics."

"Then let's stick with your first unoriginal idea." Ian pulled Anthony in for another long, slow kiss.

Anthony didn't know how long he and Ian had been tangled up together on the couch. All he knew was that he was incredibly happy to be making out with his boyfriend in this beautiful, uninterrupted moment. Well, and he also knew that Ian was really, really fucking hot right now.

Just as Anthony was starting to seriously consider plagiarizing fanfictions, Ian pulled away from their kiss, quickly disentangling himself from the taller boy's embrace. For a moment, Anthony was filled with the illogical fear that Ian had decided that making out with his best friend was too awkward to continue.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Anthony demanded as he watched his boyfriend grab his computer.

Ian gave him a huge, slightly-phony grin, his blue eyes flickering with mischief. "I just came up with an idea."

"Huh?"

"Dude, my writer's block is totally gone! You were right, I just needed to take my mind off it for a second. Now I know exactly what to write, and it's going to be perfect."

Anthony scowled. "So you're just going to leave me here and forget about what we were doing?"

Ian's grin just got cheesier. "Uh-huh. Thanks for the distraction, though, Anthony! You're the best cure for writer's block ever!"