the ship is waiting

a plastic man of steel
zack/kripke, stuart (the big bang theory)
pg13, 18,805 words
Kripke is pretty much okay with this weird little friendship he has going on with Zack and Stuart (really, he is, believe it or not). That is, until one evening when Kripke comes home to find he's been broken into and Zack offers him a place to stay. After that, everything starts to go upside-down; Stuart doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut and Zack... well, Zack won't stop being Zack. And somewhere in the middle of it all is a Superman action figure who probably knows how to make everything right but he's not talking.

notes:: I don't even know if I have much to say about this fic right now which is a big deal for me because usually my 'author's note' could go on and on for pages if I don't reign myself in a bit but this time I got nothin'. I kind of fell in love with the idea of these three becoming rather reluctant best friends after the season 4 episode "the toast derivation" and wrote a bit in my livejournal about what I thought a tv spin-off with these three guys would be like and, eventually, once big bang sign-ups started, that small idea kind of evolved into… this. IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE SLASH. OKAY. I TRIED REALLY, REALLY HARD. I made it 20 or so pages without screwing it up and I was so proud but then things happened (damn you, things!) and it all turned really gay really fast so I just went with it because there was no point in trying to fix anything. I thought about writing Kripke's dialogue in, you know, the way he talks but I knew it would get frustrating to write (and read) pretty fast and I figured everyone knows how he sounds. I don't need to show you. and, it goes without being said but I'll say it anyway: hopefully there aren't any missed mistakes but, if there are, I will find/fix them in time).

you can find the rest of the absolutely glorious art by jazzfic right here!

I get so caught up and nervous and freaked out and concerned with trying to come up with plots that I think other people will read or like (which is why I rarely finish or wind up dropping out even if I do finish) instead of what I want to read and what I enjoy writing and this is what this fic is all about. I had fun writing this, I enjoy these characters. I wrote this for myself but if you love it too well, then, that's just a bonus.

now, the "thank-you"s: thank you to jazzfic, who was an absolute joy to work with and made me beautiful art. I want to thank ofstardust, vangogh, and my tumblr friends for answering all my stupid comic book and doctor who questions (like: "who would Superman be friends with on Facebook?" and "would Superman and Daredevil get along?" and "if you were introducing someone to doctor who where would you tell them to start?"). thanks to tju_tju_tju_tju for existing. thanks to my twitter and livejournal friends for listening to me complain/cheer about this. and thanks to Two Steps From Hell for making the album illumina which I listened to over and over again while writing this fic.

( It wasn’t part of the plan to have friends. )

there's more than flesh and bones
cameron/tyler; divya (the social network)
pg13; ~5,300 words
Cameron dried his hands on their only dishtowel and sighed, mimicking Divya’s previous position, glancing down to his feet and smiling to himself just a little bit. Sure, he could tell him. It’s not like he’d believe it.

notes: written for this prompt. this… let’s just say that I hope this is at least kind of close to what you wanted. I don’t know. I just started writing and this came spilling out (seriously; this fic is a perfect example of ‘making it up as you go along’). I figured since everyone’s always messing with the lore when it comes to werewolves, I could pretty much play around with it a bit as well but I didn’t change too much. the winklecest isn't overt but if you look, it's definitely there. and yes, I did end it that way on purpose.

there is a link back to the livejournal entry at the end of the fic where you can leave me a comment (if you so choose, of course).

( The entire room smelled like meat. )