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I miss them 🥹🥹

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Mayim Bialik - Once a charm always a charm 

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😍😍😍😍

say you love, say you love, say you love me (love me) losing all my innocence in the back seat

diet pepsi by addison rae

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reference:

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Jim and Mayim being adorable with each other at PCA 2015

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HIGH SCORE CHAPTER 2 is out!

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I’m not sorry about this. 

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I need to be more in this mindset!

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Sheldon & Amy’s first night living together.

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Always in love with this!

leonard cooper scores again!

i need iain armitage to play leonard cooper if ever there is a shamy spin-off :)

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Ahh that was so sweet!! And happy birthday!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

The Caltech freshman mixer—an event where all first-year students had to wear costumes based on fictional characters—was the last place Sheldon Cooper wanted to be. In his opinion, it was a pointless social tradition, not much better than attending bible study and only slightly less ridiculous than a Renaissance fair. But the physics department chair had given him a very clear warning: unless Sheldon joined at least one extracurricular activity outside of academics, he wouldn’t be allowed to use the university’s lab or experiment rooms. No lab access meant no research, no equipment, and no progress on his independent projects. So, with obvious reluctance and a quiet storm of complaints, Sheldon put on a full knight’s armor and walked into the party like a man facing trial.

Clearly, Sheldon is not happy to be there. He stood near the entrance in a full suit of shiny knight armor, looking like a medieval warrior who had wandered into the wrong century. His costume wasn’t flashy or playful—it had a purpose. The metal gloves made it hard for anyone to try and shake his hand. The chest plate created a solid barrier between him and any unwanted physical contact. And the helmet, which he carried under his arm, gave him something to hold and focus on so he didn’t have to make eye contact with anyone.

He didn’t walk around or try to mingle. He found a spot near the back wall of the ballroom and stood there with his arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold. People were laughing too loudly, bumping into each other, and dancing in strange, uncoordinated ways. Sheldon kept count of how many students touched the buffet food with their bare hands. After fifteen minutes, he had counted eleven. Eleven. He was beginning to regret not bringing hand sanitizer.

That was when someone walked up and stood beside him.

Sheldon didn’t look right away. He assumed it was just another overenthusiastic student in a sweaty Gryffindor robe, or maybe someone dressed as a space princess with wings that had nothing to do with actual science fiction.

But the person didn’t move. She just stood there, quietly, like she had no plans to join the crowd either.

After a few moments, Sheldon turned his head.

She was wearing a fairy costume—but it wasn’t flashy or made of glitter like most of the others. Her dress was simple and soft, off-white in color, with thin straps and a gentle, flowing shape that fell just past her knees. She wore translucent wings on her back, faintly shimmering under the ballroom lights, delicate but not overly decorative. Her long brown hair was parted and pinned behind her ears in a modest half-up style, and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses framed her curious, steady gaze. There was nothing special at all—just the quiet seriousness of someone who clearly hadn’t come to party.

She held a paper cup in one hand, more like she was holding a sample for analysis than a drink. She wasn’t talking, dancing, or laughing. She simply stood beside Sheldon, still and observant, as if this chaotic scene were a study she had no intention of interfering with.

Exactly like him.

“This party is incredibly stupid,” Sheldon said after a long silence, keeping his eyes on the crowd.

The girl beside him didn’t even glance his way. “It’s just another social bonding ritual pretending to be fun,” she said flatly. “Not a very effective one.”

That caught his attention. He turned his head more fully now, surprised.

“Finally,” he said. “Someone who understands.”

She gave the tiniest nod. “I’m The Statistical Enchantress of Neurobiology Department” she added dryly.

There was a pause.

“Sir Isaac of the Department of Physics,” Sheldon replied in the same flat tone.

Neither of them smiled, but something passed between them. An agreement. This was a game, but they both knew they were playing it.

Sheldon watched the crowd for a moment, tilting his head slightly.

Then he turned to her. “Would you... like to dance?”

She looked unsure. “I don’t dance.”

“I don’t either,” Sheldon said. “But from what I can tell, dancing here mostly means standing very close and moving slowly. I believe we can manage that.”

She paused, studying him like a question she hadn’t expected. Then she gave a small nod.

They stepped onto the edge of the dance floor. Their movements were stiff and careful, like two machines trying to understand each other’s programming. Sheldon wasn’t sure where to place his arms, and her silver wings lightly bumped the shoulder of someone walking past. At one point, his foam sword got tangled with a tablecloth and pulled a napkin to the floor.

But somehow, they moved. Not smoothly, not beautifully—but together.

“I believe,” he said softly, “that according to knight tradition, this is the moment when the warrior shows respect to his chosen lady.”

Then, without overthinking it—or needing to—he lifted her hand.

There was no script, no calculated reason. He just felt like doing it. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t awkward. It simply felt... normally right.

He bent forward and kissed the back of her hand. Just a light, honest gesture. Not dramatic. Not romantic in the obvious way.

But real.

And strangely—comfortably—he didn’t regret it.

Not then. Not later.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull her hand away. She didn’t say a word.

And right then—just at that exact second—a camera flashed from across the room.

The event photographer had captured the moment.

Neither of them would know about it for years.

Present day

The apartment was a mess of boxes—some labeled “Quantum Mechanics,” others “Amy’s Spooky Brain Stuff,” and a few just marked randomly in Sheldon’s handwriting. They were moving out of Apartment 4B, getting ready for their next chapter: a house in Pasadena and a baby on the way.

While sorting through a drawer of old papers, Amy pulled out something thin and crinkled.

“Did we ever read this?” she murmured, flipping through a yellowed copy of Caltech’s university newspaper.

“I never trusted the editorial standards,” Sheldon replied from across the room, stuffing bubble wrap into a box of medals.

Amy stopped on a page near the back. She went still.

“Sheldon.”

“Did you find my signed Stephen Hawking autobiography?”

“No. Look.”

She held up the page.

There it was.

A black and white photo of Sheldon in his knight armor, gently kissing the hand of a gowned with a wings fairy, whose expression hovered somewhere between surprise and wonder. The caption read:

“Freshman Mixer : Fairytale Moment”

Sheldon walked over, his footsteps slow and careful. His eyes locked on the photo Amy held up—two young people in costume, frozen in a quiet moment neither of them remembered.

He leaned in slightly, studying the image.

“That’s you,” he said, pointing at the girl in white. “Isn’t it?”

Amy nodded once. “Yes. And that,” she added, tapping the boy in the silver armor, “is you.”

He blinked, stunned. “Me?”

She gave a soft smile. “You. Knight armor, posture like a tense coat rack... it’s definitely you.”

He stared at it for a long time, saying nothing.

Then, with a small crease between his brows, he finally spoke.

“But... how could I forget this?” His voice was soft, puzzled. “I have an eidetic memory. I still remember the serial number on every modem I’ve ever owned.”

Amy gave a small smile, the kind that came with knowing things most people didn’t think about.

“Sheldon,” she said gently, “you remember facts—numbers, formulas, details that stay fixed. But our brains don’t always treat feelings the same way. If a moment doesn’t come with a big emotional reaction, the memory can fade, or get tucked away. It’s normal.”

He looked from the photo to her. “But I kissed your hand.”

Amy raised an eyebrow, half amused. “You kissed a stranger’s hand. A stranger who never told you her real name.”

That made him blink.

“You didn’t tell me yours either,” she added with a soft shrug.

Sheldon opened his mouth like he might argue, but then stopped. His lips pressed together in quiet thought.

Amy’s fingers brushed the corner of the photo.

“We didn’t know each other yet,” she said, her voice calm. “To our brains, it was just a small, odd thing that didn’t go anywhere. So it got filed away and forgotten.”

He looked at the picture again. His younger self in silver armor, leaning down in the middle of a busy ballroom to kiss the hand of a quiet girl in white.

He looked from the newspaper to her—still wearing her favorite cardigan over her maternity dress, standing in the same room where their lives had built quietly together for years.

“It’s strange,” he murmured. “Like finding out your life had a secret prologue.”

Amy gave a small laugh, warm and amused. “Maybe it did.” Then she carefully folded the newspaper, smoothing the creases with her palm. She opened a box nearby—one labeled “Important things” in thick marker—and gently placed the newspaper inside.

The End.

As promised, to this:

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"Shut up, Leonard!"

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Penny, Penny, Penny!!

Penny is here!!

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yessssss

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Pasadena's favorite power couple.

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The beauty of Sheldon's love for Amy.

Is it weird to cry on your own video edits?