fanfiction, I loves it!
First, some recs, because uhoh_uhoh needs to read this shit. (it's not shit, it's glorious!)
What Happens, Stays. by cereal
Everything cereal writes is amazing, but this is the first one I read so it has a special place in my heart. Since I know you'll fall in love with this author, here's the rest of her BBT stuff.
Halo Night by split_the_ocean
This is pure fluff and just a ficlet, but it does strange things to my stomach...
Keep Your Clothes On by betternovembers
GUHHH. This fic is HOT. Most Shenny is cute/fluffy and yeah, who doesn't love that, but omg can this girl write smut, ha. If you guys know of more stories like this one pleeeaaase rec me. :DDDD
So that's all I really have. Kind of lame, but I've been less than proactive in exploring the fic this fandom has to offer. Do you guys have any recs?? *hopes*
Now, some fic. It's the rest of the tid bit I posted yesterday. Apparently I'm really insecure and all I really needed was a few enthusiastic comments to push me into finishing it. Thank you, guys!! It's still tiny, just a ficlet, but at least it's a coherent, finished thought, which is unusual for me and my dabblings in writing.
Title: Sunburn (so creative, I know)
Author: ficliously
Spoilers: Hmm...I suppose very mild spoilers for The Adhesive Duck Deficiency.
Rating/Warnings: PG? Just barely.
Word Count: 1049
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: This is more like a drabble/ficlet, but it's the first thing I've ever written for BBT. And my first fanfic in literally years. Concrit much appreciated! :)
"This is my third time calling about this problem, this is an outrage, I want to talk to your supervisor...Well, then, I want to talk to someone with an IQ above 100--"
"HELP!"
"I'm sorry, I have to go." Sheldon hung up quickly and sprang toward the door. As he shuffled across the hall towards 4B he briefly considered this surprising reflex. Interesting. Raised his hand to knock but paused. A precedent had been set, had it not? A fraction of a hesitation--he opened the door. "Penny?"
"Sheldon." Penny stared up at him balefully from the couch. Sheldon stared back at her.
"Penny, your call of distress led me to believe you were...in distress."
"I AM in distress, Sheldon, look at my skin!" Sheldon looked, carefully examining her exposed back and shoulders, perplexed. Penny squirmed. "Oh for--I'm sunburned, Sheldon!"
"Well yes, the unusually ruddy pigment of your skin obviously demonstrates that."
Penny exhaled hard and made to get up, wincing as her tender skin scraped against the fabric of the sofa. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Penny, I think we first need to discuss when and where the use of the so-called 'cry for help' is appropriate. I was in the middle of a very important phone call--"
"Shut up, Sheldon!"
"That's a fine way to treat someone trying to help you!"
"Then help me!" Penny snatched a bottle of some clear, goopy liquid off the coffee table and threw it at Sheldon's head. Sheldon's pee-wee football reflexes caught it.
"Aloe Vera," Sheldon read. "Oh! The application of this gel is said to sooth sunburns."
Penny stared at him. "I know."
"It can also be helpful in the treatment of genital herpes." There was a beat while Penny mulled that over.
"Okay, whatever, can you just help me put it on?"
Sheldon blinked at her. "Where?"
"What?"
"Where do you need me to put it?"
Penny, who had been rooting around on the sofa, shoveling debris aside to make more room, snapped her head around. "On my back, you idiot! I got everything else, but I can't reach my back."
"I am most certainly not an idiot," Sheldon bristled. "It was a perfectly valid question and I resent your implication that I somehow overstepped an accepted social-situational line!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, you're a genius, now come over here." Pleased with her newly cleared spot, Penny sank back down to the sofa and patted the seat next to her.
"Well, all right." Sheldon descended like an over large bird, his hands hovering awkwardly as he settled himself primly on the sofa. He resolutely did not begin folding the laundry shoved into a haphazard pile on his right, and instead turned toward Penny, who had her very red back to him.
"This never would have happened if you had listened to me when I advised you to buy the proper SPF 90 sunscreen," Sheldon lectured as he pumped the bottle, rubbing his hands together to warm the cool gel before application.
"Believe it or not, Sheldon, some people don't want to look like ghosts," Penny grumbled, squirming a bit as Sheldon rubbed the gel into her tender shoulder blades.
"I cannot understand the obsession with roasting one's skin to a color six shades darker than natural. The practice has shown terrible health risks, not the least of which are skin cancer."
"I'm not going to get skin cancer if I go tanning once in awhile."
Sheldon gently pulled the knot of her bikini top aside to reach the strip of skin beneath. "Statistics would disagree with you."
Penny shivered. "I like the sun and I like being tan. I'm not going to let the fear of possible cancer someday stop me from enjoying myself now."
"Up to 80% of visible skin aging is due to sun exposure," Sheldon murmured as he slid his hands up to her neck, gently working around the halter ties there. "Much of the damage only appears later. Sun exposure you allow now will most certainly come back to metaphorically 'bite you in the ass'." He pumped out more gel and rubbed it into a particularly pink section of skin along the muscle between her neck and shoulder.
"I love when you talk slang to me, Sheldon," Penny deadpanned, pulling a face he couldn't see.
"Well I don't usually stoop to such colloquialisms, but the metaphor is appropriate in this situation." He noticed an overlooked spot and slathered her lower back, dipping his slick fingers just below the waistband of her shorts to reach all the reddened skin.
Penny was silent a moment. Then, quietly, "Well thanks for thinking of me and my skin damage."
One large hand curled around her hip, just above her rolled over waistband, while the other fanned out along her spine. "I believe youthful skin is especially desirable in your chosen line of work." He was careful to apply an even coat, rubbing up and down her spine smoothly.
Penny sighed as the gel began to dry, cooling her hot skin. "What, waitressing?"
"No, Penny. Acting." She had no answer to that. For a minute they sat in comfortable silence, Penny relaxing as Sheldon swept another coat of cooling gel over her back. She closed her eyes happily.
And opened them at a sudden rush of cold. "All right, I believe that should suffice, at least for the next 2 to 4 hours." She turned around to see Sheldon already headed toward the door.
"Hey!"
"Yes?" He looked at her blankly, hand on the door knob. Penny shifted, uncomfortable.
"Just...thanks for the help."
"It was my pleasure to fulfill my duties under our shared social pact of friendship."
"Right, we're friends." Penny picked up the bottle of Aloe and played with the spout idly.
"I'd be happy to assist you again tomorrow, should you continue to be unable to reach your own back," Sheldon offered good-naturedly. Penny nodded, looking down at the bottle in her hands.
"Yeah, thanks, I would really appreciate it."
He nodded but remained standing, peering at her, confused. "Good night, then?"
She put the bottle back on the coffee table and smiled up at him. "Good night, Sheldon." He smiled back quickly. Penny got up and moved away toward the kitchen and Sheldon quietly let himself out.
What Happens, Stays. by cereal
Everything cereal writes is amazing, but this is the first one I read so it has a special place in my heart. Since I know you'll fall in love with this author, here's the rest of her BBT stuff.
Halo Night by split_the_ocean
This is pure fluff and just a ficlet, but it does strange things to my stomach...
Keep Your Clothes On by betternovembers
GUHHH. This fic is HOT. Most Shenny is cute/fluffy and yeah, who doesn't love that, but omg can this girl write smut, ha. If you guys know of more stories like this one pleeeaaase rec me. :DDDD
So that's all I really have. Kind of lame, but I've been less than proactive in exploring the fic this fandom has to offer. Do you guys have any recs?? *hopes*
Now, some fic. It's the rest of the tid bit I posted yesterday. Apparently I'm really insecure and all I really needed was a few enthusiastic comments to push me into finishing it. Thank you, guys!! It's still tiny, just a ficlet, but at least it's a coherent, finished thought, which is unusual for me and my dabblings in writing.
Title: Sunburn (so creative, I know)
Author: ficliously
Spoilers: Hmm...I suppose very mild spoilers for The Adhesive Duck Deficiency.
Rating/Warnings: PG? Just barely.
Word Count: 1049
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: This is more like a drabble/ficlet, but it's the first thing I've ever written for BBT. And my first fanfic in literally years. Concrit much appreciated! :)
"This is my third time calling about this problem, this is an outrage, I want to talk to your supervisor...Well, then, I want to talk to someone with an IQ above 100--"
"HELP!"
"I'm sorry, I have to go." Sheldon hung up quickly and sprang toward the door. As he shuffled across the hall towards 4B he briefly considered this surprising reflex. Interesting. Raised his hand to knock but paused. A precedent had been set, had it not? A fraction of a hesitation--he opened the door. "Penny?"
"Sheldon." Penny stared up at him balefully from the couch. Sheldon stared back at her.
"Penny, your call of distress led me to believe you were...in distress."
"I AM in distress, Sheldon, look at my skin!" Sheldon looked, carefully examining her exposed back and shoulders, perplexed. Penny squirmed. "Oh for--I'm sunburned, Sheldon!"
"Well yes, the unusually ruddy pigment of your skin obviously demonstrates that."
Penny exhaled hard and made to get up, wincing as her tender skin scraped against the fabric of the sofa. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Penny, I think we first need to discuss when and where the use of the so-called 'cry for help' is appropriate. I was in the middle of a very important phone call--"
"Shut up, Sheldon!"
"That's a fine way to treat someone trying to help you!"
"Then help me!" Penny snatched a bottle of some clear, goopy liquid off the coffee table and threw it at Sheldon's head. Sheldon's pee-wee football reflexes caught it.
"Aloe Vera," Sheldon read. "Oh! The application of this gel is said to sooth sunburns."
Penny stared at him. "I know."
"It can also be helpful in the treatment of genital herpes." There was a beat while Penny mulled that over.
"Okay, whatever, can you just help me put it on?"
Sheldon blinked at her. "Where?"
"What?"
"Where do you need me to put it?"
Penny, who had been rooting around on the sofa, shoveling debris aside to make more room, snapped her head around. "On my back, you idiot! I got everything else, but I can't reach my back."
"I am most certainly not an idiot," Sheldon bristled. "It was a perfectly valid question and I resent your implication that I somehow overstepped an accepted social-situational line!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, you're a genius, now come over here." Pleased with her newly cleared spot, Penny sank back down to the sofa and patted the seat next to her.
"Well, all right." Sheldon descended like an over large bird, his hands hovering awkwardly as he settled himself primly on the sofa. He resolutely did not begin folding the laundry shoved into a haphazard pile on his right, and instead turned toward Penny, who had her very red back to him.
"This never would have happened if you had listened to me when I advised you to buy the proper SPF 90 sunscreen," Sheldon lectured as he pumped the bottle, rubbing his hands together to warm the cool gel before application.
"Believe it or not, Sheldon, some people don't want to look like ghosts," Penny grumbled, squirming a bit as Sheldon rubbed the gel into her tender shoulder blades.
"I cannot understand the obsession with roasting one's skin to a color six shades darker than natural. The practice has shown terrible health risks, not the least of which are skin cancer."
"I'm not going to get skin cancer if I go tanning once in awhile."
Sheldon gently pulled the knot of her bikini top aside to reach the strip of skin beneath. "Statistics would disagree with you."
Penny shivered. "I like the sun and I like being tan. I'm not going to let the fear of possible cancer someday stop me from enjoying myself now."
"Up to 80% of visible skin aging is due to sun exposure," Sheldon murmured as he slid his hands up to her neck, gently working around the halter ties there. "Much of the damage only appears later. Sun exposure you allow now will most certainly come back to metaphorically 'bite you in the ass'." He pumped out more gel and rubbed it into a particularly pink section of skin along the muscle between her neck and shoulder.
"I love when you talk slang to me, Sheldon," Penny deadpanned, pulling a face he couldn't see.
"Well I don't usually stoop to such colloquialisms, but the metaphor is appropriate in this situation." He noticed an overlooked spot and slathered her lower back, dipping his slick fingers just below the waistband of her shorts to reach all the reddened skin.
Penny was silent a moment. Then, quietly, "Well thanks for thinking of me and my skin damage."
One large hand curled around her hip, just above her rolled over waistband, while the other fanned out along her spine. "I believe youthful skin is especially desirable in your chosen line of work." He was careful to apply an even coat, rubbing up and down her spine smoothly.
Penny sighed as the gel began to dry, cooling her hot skin. "What, waitressing?"
"No, Penny. Acting." She had no answer to that. For a minute they sat in comfortable silence, Penny relaxing as Sheldon swept another coat of cooling gel over her back. She closed her eyes happily.
And opened them at a sudden rush of cold. "All right, I believe that should suffice, at least for the next 2 to 4 hours." She turned around to see Sheldon already headed toward the door.
"Hey!"
"Yes?" He looked at her blankly, hand on the door knob. Penny shifted, uncomfortable.
"Just...thanks for the help."
"It was my pleasure to fulfill my duties under our shared social pact of friendship."
"Right, we're friends." Penny picked up the bottle of Aloe and played with the spout idly.
"I'd be happy to assist you again tomorrow, should you continue to be unable to reach your own back," Sheldon offered good-naturedly. Penny nodded, looking down at the bottle in her hands.
"Yeah, thanks, I would really appreciate it."
He nodded but remained standing, peering at her, confused. "Good night, then?"
She put the bottle back on the coffee table and smiled up at him. "Good night, Sheldon." He smiled back quickly. Penny got up and moved away toward the kitchen and Sheldon quietly let himself out.