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“This is the last one,” Amy said to her husband as she rubbed her very pregnant belly. Her back was already cramped up, and Amy just wanted to stay in bed for as long as she could. She wasn't in labor yet, but it couldn't be much further away.

“You know I want thirteen more,” Sheldon reminded her, but it was mostly a joke these days. Being the father to an energetic toddler had really worn away at the idea of fifteen children. Fifteen Leonards would probably kill both of them, and Sheldon was fine with just two. Still, he liked to tease his wife about it.

“You will have to carry all thirteen then,” Amy told him. Her pregnancy with Leonard had gone relatively smoothly. A little morning sickness in the beginning, but that was really it. However, this pregnancy with their daughter had been much rougher on her. She supposed this was why a lot of people do this in their twenties or early thirties.

“Can I get you anything?” Sheldon asked as he rubbed Amy's back. He never knew exactly how to help her, but he did know that her muscles were sore and this helped a little.

“Can you take care of Leonard today?” Amy asked.

“I've been taking care of Leonard since 2003,” Sheldon joked.

“Our Leonard,” Amy clarified. She really didn't need Sheldon taking off to go play with his best friend all day under the guise of some “misunderstanding.” Though at least Sheldon wasn't one of those golfing husbands who just disappeared on the weekends. Well, other than the weekend of Comic Con. That was the one weekend that he wouldn't be around. Luckily that wasn't for several months still. Long after their daughter would be born.

Sheldon just chuckled and climbed out of their bed. He knew exactly who Amy was talking about, and he had no problem spending the better part of the day with his son. Sheldon enjoyed the company of the boy quite a bit more than he'd ever expected. Sheldon thought that Leonard would largely be an annoyance until he was at least old enough to read comic books, but instead Sheldon loved watching the little changes as his son started to become a fully fledged human all on his own.

Leonard was awake and playing with his Lego blocks on the floor of his bedroom when Sheldon arrived in the room. Sheldon assumed this was the case since he wasn't woken by the three year old jumping on him this morning.

“Want to help me make Mommy breakfast?” Sheldon asked his son.

Leonard nodded and ran over to grab his father's hand. The boy didn't speak much, but he'd been through a whole litany of speech therapy. He could speak. He just didn't particularly like to. That was fine with Sheldon. Sheldon knew what it was like to be a bit odd, so he never judged his son for being anything like him. The boy was half him after all.

The two went downstairs to the kitchen to start making Amy breakfast. Sheldon helped Leonard wash his hands before giving him some melon and a butter knife to cut it into pieces. It would be a mess that Sheldon would need to clean up after, but Leonard always looked so proud when he was able to help. Sheldon liked to channel his own mother's patience when caring for his son. If his mother could tolerate the child who took the refrigerator apart to stop a noise, Sheldon could clean up some spilled melon from the floor when his son was done cutting it up.

“What should we do after breakfast?” Sheldon asked his son as he stirred the pancake mix.

Leonard just shrugged his tiny shoulders. Sheldon was thinking about a trip to the park with regular sized Leonard and Howard if the other men were up to it.

Just as the pile of pancakes was enough for the three of them, Amy came down the stairs to join her husband and son.

“Thank you, honey,” Amy said. She loved that Sheldon had been picking up the slack around the house since she had been pregnant. She joined Leonard at the table. She ruffled her son's hair a little as she sat next to him at the table. In the most little Sheldon way, he fixed his hair before setting back to his task of cutting up melon.

“Do you need any help?” Amy asked Sheldon. She looked down at the pieces of fruit that had been dropped by her son. She didn't want to clean it up, but she would if she needed to.

“No. We have this. Right, Leonard?” Sheldon asked his son.

The boy nodded, but he didn't look up from his task.

It wasn't Mother's Day or her birthday. It was just a Saturday and her boys were taking such good care of her. She felt so lucky. Until her back cramped up again and then she felt like maybe she could be a little luckier.

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I like to think that Georgie did a short and largely unsuccessful ad campaign for Dr. Tire with Sheldon after the Nobel win.

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I was just thinking about how wildly over protective Sheldon would’ve been if baby Leonard was born in 2020 or 2021.

Not that he wouldn’t be over protective the rest of the time.

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It’s 2025. I really need someone to fix the Big Bang Theory syndication package. They continue to run The Misinterpretation Agitation and The Prom Equivalency in the wrong order with the wrong descriptions every time.

It drives me insane. And more importantly, it would also drive Nobel Laureate Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper insane as well.

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I have a question for people who have read or continue to read my old stories. I have a story from 2013 called The Weekend Perplexity that has Neil Gaiman as a minor character in it. If you haven’t heard, Neil Gaiman has had some pretty horrendous allegations against him right now, and I feel a little gross leaving that story up as is.

Should I leave it as is? Delete the story? Edit it to make the author Cory Doctorow? Any other suggestions?

In hundreds of stories that I wrote, I only ever included two real people as characters (the other was Felicia Day if you’re curious). I included him before he was even actually on the show. I really couldn’t have imagined something like this coming up. Anyway, thank you for your time reading this.

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Hey.

Um. It’s my birthday, but I sorta ran out of time to write a story. Would anyone notice that I didn’t? Probably not, but if someone is looking for one, I think I’ll probably just be a day or two late on it.

Thanks.

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I ship me and Dave because he’s the only person who would want to talk with me about Sheldon as much as I would like.

I ship Amy and Dave

my face rn

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I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but I’m bummed that the final season of Young Sheldon didn’t get any Emmy nominations.

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Note: Set around the end of season five.

Sheldon sat next to Amy Farrah Fowler in his apartment while they watched a movie together. It was just part of their regular date night like any other. However, he couldn't focus on the movie. Instead, he was thinking about if he adjusted his arm about twelve degrees, it would come in contact with the arm of his girlfriend next to him.

This was a problem for Sheldon. Not so much the fact that he wasn't paying attention to the movie. This had been Amy's turn to pick, and Sheldon really didn't care for the romantic comedies that Amy preferred. The problem for Sheldon was really that he wanted to touch his girlfriend. Not in the way that Leonard and Penny touched or the way that Howard would wrap his arm around Bernadette's waist. Sheldon just wanted a tiny amount of contact.

That wasn't him though. Normally people touching him made Sheldon want to scrub the feeling off of his skin. Someone put a hand on his back to guide him out of the way at the grocery store last week If he thought about it, Sheldon could still feel it and it made him want to pour gasoline on his skin. There was something different about Amy. When he touched her, it made him feel a little spark. Maybe happiness? Even hugs from his Meemaw or sister were barely tolerated, but a little bump of Amy's arm against his sent Sheldon's heart pounding.

Amy laughed at the movie. She leaned forward with the movement, and Sheldon saw his opportunity. He adjusted his arm the required twelve degrees, and Amy's arm bumped into his as she moved back into place.

“Oh. Sorry,” She said with a small apologetic smile toward him and moved her arm back away from Sheldon. She knew how much he hated to be touched, and tried to give him the amount of space he required.

Sheldon's heart pounded in the most pleasant way from the half second of touch. He hid his smile, but wondered if he could make it seem like an accident to move his arm the three more degrees toward Amy to reinitiate the contact. Though maybe the once was enough for tonight. He wasn't sure his heart could take it. Or maybe it was just that he didn't know what brought on this change.

The movie ended without Sheldon attempting to touch Amy's arm again. However, now that Amy was leaving, Sheldon wished he'd tried it again. Just for that little buzz of pleasure that Amy's touch gave him.

Sheldon walked Amy over to the door to say goodbye. He wanted to leave her with that little bit of a heady buzz that he got from the slight contact. Possibly he wanted a little bit of it for himself.

“Good night, Amy,” Sheldon said with a little rock of his knees. It brought his arm into full contact with Amy's arm. He couldn't have hidden his smile if he wanted to.

“Good night, Sheldon,” Amy said back. She didn't seem to enjoy the contact as much as he did, and Sheldon made a mental note to not touch Amy as much. He didn't want to push anything onto her that she didn't like. Still, Sheldon wouldn't mind if the feeling of this touch lingered for a couple days.

Amy left the apartment and started down the stairs. She hoped that one day Sheldon would want to kiss her goodnight or even not send her home at bedtime. He seemed to flinch if they even came into contact, but she enjoyed the time together all the same.

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I still can’t believe that the Young Sheldon writers had Sheldon bragging about his “hot wife” (his words) just weeks before they reverted to Sheldon and Amy only having sex on her birthday.

Don’t do that to me, Steves. Not cool.

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How mad was Raj that Sheldon and Amy promised to name their children Rajesh and then they named their son after Leonard?

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Favorite Otps/Pairings: Sheldon Copper & Amy Farrah Fowler (The Big Bang Theory) "All these years, and the passion is still there."

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Am I getting a good grade in tumblr mutual?

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Note: A story? Not on May 24th or my birthday? Wild. Enjoy. Set During The Long Distance Dissonance.

Sheldon hung up the phone, and had a smile on his face. He had just called Larry Fowler to get his permission to ask Amy to marry him. He thought the tradition was silly, but he also knew that it would make Amy happy to know that he asked. Amy liked weird old timey stuff like that. It was worth the few minutes to call. Particularly because Mr. Fowler had been all too pleased to give the asked for permission.

Now Sheldon was just at the airport waiting for his flight to take off. He wished he could call his own dad. He always wanted to include his father in big moments. Then Sheldon thought of someone else he wanted to talk to. He pulled out his phone.

Knock Knock he wrote into the text chat. It was a version of the old code they had in their bedrooms as kids. He wanted to make sure she was available to talk instead of just calling. She must be, because a photo of her and her son appeared on his screen as an incoming Facetime call almost immediately.

“Hello, Missy,” Sheldon said into his phone after he answered it.

“What do you want, nerd?” Missy replied.

A little bit of a smile fell across Sheldon's lips at her insult of affection. She was the only person other than perhaps Leonard who could make him smile with teasing.

“I am at the airport. I am going to New Jersey to ask Amy to marry me,” Sheldon told his sister.

“Whoa. Big. Did you tell Mom? She's going to be thrilled.”

Sheldon wondered why he didn't call his mother or Meemaw first. Then he realized that his mother and grandmother would be supportive, but they wouldn't necessarily be honest. He wanted to know if this was a mistake. Not Amy. Amy could never be a mistake. But maybe he was moving too fast. He had only been with her for seven years after all.

“No. I will wait to talk to Mom after Amy agrees,” Sheldon admitted. “Do you think I'm doing the right thing?” he added more quietly.

“Other than the fact that you should've done this years ago, of course,” Missy said. Everyone else always assumed that Sheldon would end up alone, but even when the twins were teenagers, Missy had a feeling that Sheldon would find someone for him. He might be annoying and weird, but there was a charm to Sheldon that Missy could see. The right people always loved him.

“You never regret getting married?” Sheldon asked. He could only have asked this question to his sister. Of course she could tease him for asking, but she never truly judged him. He didn't believe that they had any extra connection from sharing a womb, but she did get him in a way that no one else did. Maybe it was all of those late night talks when they shared a bedroom as kids.

“Oh. I absolutely do, but my husband is an idiot. But you will be the idiot if you don't marry her. It's obvious that you love her,” Missy said.

“How do you know? You have never even met her,” Sheldon reminded her.

“Whose fault is that? You never bring her to come see me. Not even when you've come back to see Mom. And I have eyes and ears. I've seen the way you talk about her. Everyone knows you love her. You even stood up to Meemaw for her. Mom wanted to print the invitations to your wedding then.”

Sheldon appreciated the reminder that he love for Amy was so clear. Not just to himself, but to everyone around him too. Sheldon knew that his sister would never steer him wrong. Not with something this important.

Then Sheldon heard the announcement that his flight was boarding. He knew he should hang up and get on the flight. He didn't want to miss this flight for anything.

“I have to get on my plane, but thanks for taking to me,” he told his sister.

“No problem. Let me know when she says yes,” Missy said.

Sheldon nodded and pressed the button to hang up the call. More than even Stephen Hawking, talking to his sister made him feel like this was definitely the right decision.

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Young Sheldon 4x01 “Graduation” 7x14 “Memoir”

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Happy Fluff Crawlspace

which day is the best of the year and why is it exactlg May 24th? in other words, happy shamy anniversary to whom celebrate 🫶 and even who doesn't, fluff is free for everyone.

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Note: Hey. It's fourteen years since the first appearance of Amy Farrah Fowler, or Fluff Crawlspace if you will. I wrote a thing. I hope you enjoy it. This is not Amy Farrah Fowler enough, but it's what I have. It's cute.

“Go, Leonard,” Sheldon yelled from his spot in the stands. He actually had no idea if his son was anywhere close to scoring, but he usually cheered the boy on any time he go close to the goal. Sheldon didn't understand much of the game beyond what he picked up from watching NHL games with Leonard (which was really playing on his phone while the game played in the background). It didn't really matter. Amy reminded him that he needed to at least try to take interest in his son's hobbies. This was him trying.

“Daddy, I'm cold,” a little voice said from beside him.

“Oh no,” Sheldon said playfully. This was a common complaint from his daughter. She was too used to the California sun to want to spend so many of her Saturdays at the ice rink. She was bundled up in a jacket and gloves, but sometimes they just weren't enough.

Sheldon took off his hockey jersey and pulled it on over his daughter's head and over her arms. It was comically large on her small frame, but it should help keep her warm. Still, he knew that he would probably be taking her to the snack stand for a cup of hot chocolate before the game was over.

Sheldon picked up his daughter and pulled her onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her. This was more for him that for her. Without the jersey, he was a little cold himself. Still, his little girl leaned into his chest and looked back down at her book.

“What are you reading?” Sheldon said quietly into her ear.

“Mommy's favorite,” she said proudly as she showed him the cover. It was an ancient and beat up, but well loved copy of The Long Winter. Amy had gotten her old set of The Little House on the Prairie books from her own mother about a month ago, and had promptly handed them over as long as the little girl promised to take good care of them. So far, she had done an excellent job.

Sheldon couldn't believe how much he enjoyed watching his children become actual humans. It seemed like no time since they had both been little blobs that just drank milk, pooped, and slept all day. And yet, somehow they had both grown into real people with interests all their own.

Sometimes he could see the little pieces of himself and Amy in them. Other times, he could see Georgie, Missy, his mother, his father, Meemaw, Pop Pop, and even his uncle Stumpy once or twice. People his children had never even met had wormed their way in. And on occasion, that drove Sheldon absolutely crazy. Other times, he didn't mind so much. He loved all of those people for a reason, so it wasn't bad to see them show up in his children. Except for Leonard's inexplicable habit of saying “ain't” after one week with his Uncle Georgie.

“Daddy, can I have a snack?”

“She will ruin her dinner,” Amy reminded Sheldon without even looking away from the game. It was getting intense, but it was at the other goal, so Sheldon wasn't as invested. He knew he wouldn't miss a goal from Leonard.

“Come on. Just a hot chocolate?” Sheldon asked his wife. His daughter didn't ever have to try to convince her mother to do anything. She had Sheldon so wrapped around her little finger that he did it for her.

“One hot chocolate. And bring me one too,” Amy agreed. It was chilly in here after all.

“And maybe some popcorn,” Sheldon muttered.

“No,” Amy said.

“I can't hear you,” Sheldon said as he was already walking away. He heard everything his wife said, but he wanted to spoil the girl a little anyway. He realized that his hand was empty, so he turned back.

“Coming, Mary?” Sheldon asked as he reached out his hand toward her.

Sheldon's daughter ran to catch up to her father and placed her small hand in his. He knew there were a limited number of days left that she would be willing to hold his hand, and he would not let go until that day came.