#shamy snippets

[girlnamedangel]

The Recognition Protocol

The lab was quiet, save for the soft hum of calibrated machines and the rhythmic pulse of a heart monitor that wasn’t meant to matter.

Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler sat at one end of a long glass table, a grid of sensors pressed gently against her scalp and temples. The room’s lighting was neutral by design—neither warm nor cold. Behind a one-way mirror, a team of graduate students monitored her neural readouts in real time, eyes fixed on glowing screens that turned brainwaves into peaks, valleys, and cold data.

The experiment was elegant in its simplicity: observe the human brain's involuntary reactions to faces. No words. No touching. No interaction beyond a single minute of eye contact. Every subject who sat across from her was a stranger. The goal was to map recognition, attention, and associative memory. The variables were controlled. Emotion, if it occurred, would be noted—but not encouraged.

Amy kept her breathing slow. She blinked only when necessary. Her expression was neutral—impassive by training.

Subject One: a student. Tall. Nervous. Amy’s amygdala showed mild activity. Standard.

Subject Two: older woman. No measurable emotional response.

Subject Three: a man with unusually green eyes. Amy registered curiosity. Theta waves rose, then settled.

And so it went. Each new face stirred slight flickers in her neural patterns, just enough for her team to whisper excitedly behind the glass, but nothing significant. No anomalies.

Until Subject Eleven walked in.

Amy kept her eyes closed, as instructed, until she heard the soft scrape of the chair across from her. She inhaled through her nose, calm, steady, detached.

Then she opened her eyes.

And the world—the experiment, the lab, the years of careful progress—slipped from focus.

Sheldon Cooper sat across from her.

No clipboard. No preamble. Just him.

His face was slightly older, edges softened by time, his hair now flecked with silver, but his eyes—those sharply intelligent, endlessly searching, blue eyes—were the same.

Amy’s breath caught. Her pulse spiked. The brain scans behind the glass likely lit up like a symphony. But none of that mattered.

For fifteen years, she hadn’t seen him. Not since she ended what everyone thought would last forever. They had parted without theatrics—two minds unable to share one path. Or so she told herself, over and over.

She had prepared for every possibility in this study. Except this.

Emotion began to surface, unbidden, uncontrollable.

First: recognition. Then the shimmer of joy that welled up so quickly it frightened her. Then the ache—deep, old, and familiar. And behind it all, the regret. The kind that lingers like phantom pain in a healed wound.

Still, no one moved. No one spoke.

Sheldon simply sat there, looking at her not with accusation or longing, but with quiet presence. His hands were folded. His gaze steady. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t need to.

For sixty seconds, they existed in a space beyond science. Beyond theory. Just two people staring not only at each other, but through time, into a life that might’ve been.

When the timer beeped softly, neither of them moved at first.

Then Sheldon, with the same precision he had always applied to the smallest of actions, closed his eyes. He drew in a deep breath, one that seemed to gather not just air, but the weight of everything unspoken between them. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her—truly looked at her—for one last time.

He stood, quietly, almost reverently, and without a word, turned and walked away.

Amy blinked.

A single tear slipped down her cheek, unannounced and unstoppable.

She didn’t move to wipe it.

There was no applause, no final scene, no dramatic gesture. Just the echo of footsteps leaving the room, and the silent understanding that passed between them.

This was it.

The data would be archived, the charts analyzed, the experiment published.

But Amy knew this minute would never make it into the final report.

Because what happened at the table was not science.

It was goodbye.

Inspired by Marina Abramović's 2010 MoMA performance, The Artist Is Present.

[girlnamedangel]

Lmao, i love the 2nd part. Then after karate chopping Dave, he drags Amy away from him like nothing happens.

If Amy and Dave bumped into each other at the grocery store and she were to tell Sheldon (who is already her husband at this point) about it, do you think it would make him jealous?

Realistically, I think he would maybe have a flash of jealousy until Amy explains that she and Dave only talked about him (Sheldon) for the entire encounter.

Maybe slightly less realistically, I'm imagining a scenario where Sheldon and Amy are grocery shopping together but split up to grab different items. Amy runs into Dave just moments before she's due to meet back up with Sheldon, Sheldon sees her talking to him at a distance and recognizes him, and then comes up and karate chops his neck right there in front of the deli counter before anyone can explain. Dave, of course, is thrilled he can now say Sheldon Cooper attacked him.

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Master Masterlist

Please reblog stuff, leave comments, and/or send asks!! Most active projects kept above the readmore. Ask to be tagged for anything!! Ao3 account here for those interested

Prompts: a collection of writing prompts, most of them with a whumpy edge

The Royal Three: Three siblings struggle to lead their country through occupation

The Jokan Prince: A softhearted prince is captured by mercenaries and disguised as a slave

Magic’s Wake: a mother who recently had her child taken finds a foreign boy wandering on his own and takes him in.

Tarnished (18+): Prince Besan abruptly goes into a heat--years after presenting as a beta--while in a foreign kingdom

Enthralled: An anxious dhampire is kidnapped by a monster of a man

Symbiosis: Xhaqo is snatched from his home and family in the forest and carried to a world of humans

The Monster - a vampire is kept beneath the palace

Shami - a haunted tiefling monster hunter

Veres - a young woman mistakenly touches something she shouldn’t (selkie vibes)

Bird in a Box (BBU, recovery): Ditch | Bathroom Pt 1 | Bathroom Pt 2 - Lemon finds an unconscious birdman on the side of the road and brings him home

Prophesied - Kihaya gave zemself up to the demons to end the war

A Dragon’s Fear - a travelling healer runs across a wounded dragon

Dragon’s BL - an herbalist in a small town stumbles across a wounded dragon

Chromatic Mage - short snippet

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The Quarrel Incident

Author: empty-the-sky Big Bang Theory English, Rated: K+ Romance/General Characters: Sheldon C., Amy Farrah Fowler Chapters: 1, Words: 1,650, Reviews: 3, Rated: K+, Complete --- Let's just say it is a snippet of Shamy's married life. http://dlvr.it/QkPW2H

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What are your hopes for season 11?

There are two parts to this answer I think... Cause there’s one thing I want the show to be (these being the last two seasons) and another what I want this next season to be.

So anyways, what I want for the show is to feel like there’s some sort of order and plan to it. You know what I mean? Like, I don’t wanna feel like the writers are just ‘winging’ it. Which it feels like that half of the time. (And it doesn’t help that Steve’s always been like “we just do what feels right” and “we don’t know what’s gonna happen next season... no, for real, we don’t, it’s not that we don’t want to tell you”).

You know when you watch a really good show? and you watch it all and at the end something happens and you’re like “damn, that was awesome” but then you watch an old episode again from the beginning of the season and you see little nuggets and snippets and foreshadowing of what you already know is gonna happen. Like the writers have a plan, and I feel like this show doesn’t really have that. I mean, I know it’s a sitcom and stuff but still... At least, I don’t want there to be any more storylines that lead to nowhere, for example: Tenure, Raj’s potential love interests, like Yvette and Isabella, Leonard’s research with Stephen Hawking’s team at the end of Season 6, etc.Especially with these being the last two seasons, I’d really appreciate it if they had some sort of plan and it all unravelled in an interesting way.

And in terms of what I want for this season, I hope that the show’s still funny and it doesn’t feel like we all want it to be over already. I hope they fix Lenny, that’d be swell. And in terms of the premiere, I’m like... 99.999999999999999% sure that Amy’s gonna say yes so... I don’t know. If she doesn’t, I hope they handle it well. Which they usually do with Shamy.And........ Oh, if Amy does say yes (which I’m sure she will eventually) I hope Shamy’s wedding is a proper wedding. Not the usual rushed stuff we’ve gotten with both Howardette and Lenny. I want a wedding like on Friends, where it’s a multiple episode huge thing. Still, I don’t think that’s gonna happen in Season 11, I think it’s probably gonna be more like Season 12 but I wANT IT.

[bigbangenthusiast]

I wrote a new one shot, requested by one of my besties, @stellina2a, that’s based on a drawing by another of my besties, @rgbcn (the sexy one with nude Shamy 🔥🔥).

Here is a snippet. If you are interested in reading the entire story, follow the link to my ff.net account.

WARNING: M rated.

The Good Memory Reinvention

Amy and Sheldon sat on her mother’s couch as she prepared the turkey in the kitchen. They had offered to help, but her mother insisted they make themselves comfortable. She knew Amy had been working long hours in the lab, and now that she had a few days off for Thanksgiving, she wanted her to take it easy.

“Would you like something to read?” Amy offered.

Sheldon sifted through the assortment of cooking and gardening magazines on the coffee table. “I’m not preparing any food currently, and we don’t have a garden or even a yard, for that matter. I think I’ll pass.”

“Shall we talk about work?”

“Your mother is right. You need to use this time to relax and forget about work. When you’re not in the lab, you’re discussing it. You hardly sleep or eat anymore. I’m worried about you.”

She snuggled into his side. “I’m sorry, Sheldon. I’ll try not to think about it.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”

Amy’s eyes wandered around the living room looking for an activity to keep them occupied. Her gaze fell on the closet near the front door. The Sin Closet, as her mother referred to it when she lived under her roof. She shuddered.

Sheldon felt the movement of her body against his. He twisted his head and noted the object of her discomfort. He hated that his girlfriend still had issues with that confounded closet. He stared at the slatted door, his eyes narrowing as he wished there was something he could do to alleviate her fears. He tightened his hold on her and nuzzled her hair when her tremors intensified.

[rgbcn]

Mayim Bialik @missmayim @groknation #portrait #fanart #bigbangtheory I’m so excited to finally share with you a commission I’ve been working on last weeks. When I was asked to do another portrait of Mayim I was already excited. When I knew the photo was the one with the violet flowers background, I was already jumping around. I love the original photo. Of course, I did it in BW because this is my thing. Amazing to work again on a portrait of her. I enjoyed it so much. And ahhh lot of hair! but don’t cut it Mayim, I like to spend hours on it. Tomorrow the original will be travelling around the world. I’m enjoying these last hours with my original, as It’s difficult sometimes to just let it go lol Before someone ask it, my client it’s not Mayim lol, although she just have to ask if she wants one for her. Thanks for trusting me to do this commission. And for the eternal patience as I’m slow doing this works. Also, Mayim portrait? I’m always in for it. I hope you all like it. And if Mayim sees it, I hope I was able to capture your expression, I put so much effort (and hours) on this one. And love, as always. Enjoy it! and have a great day! **I was sleeping when Mayim and Jim did lives!! ahhhhhh But even if I missed it, I enjoy so much they are engaging all the fandom with all the photos and live sessions. Thanks for sharing these moments with us. Not only them! Kaley also does great stories! I hope we can see soon more of all. The fandom appreciate these snippets on set and behind the scenes so much!! -- Remember you can support my art here https://www.patreon.com/rgbcn or buy me a coffee here https://ko-fi.com/rgbcnart #rgbcn #tbbt #missmayim #imwithmayim #amyfarrahfowler #shamy #art #drawing #draw #pencildrawing #commission #groknation #grokite #grok #thebigbangtheory #thebigbangtheorycast #bigbang #sketch #patreon #portraitdrawing #celebrity #celebrityart #realistic #realisticdrawing #blossom #pencil

[girlnamedangel]

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:

[cricmain]

Explained Snippets | Yo-yo test: What Mohd Shami and Sanju Samson have just failed #Yoyo #Mumbai #Cricket #Fitness #Brigade #AshishNehra #Samson #IndiaACricketTeam #AerobicOrganism #AssociationFootball #DeepikaPadukone #ExpressNews #NewDelhi #ThisWeek #England #EnduranceTraining #Velocity #Denmark #Physiology #ConiferCone #Metabolism #LungVolumes #Eye–handCoordination #FlyingAce #Afghanistan #TestCricket #Basketball #NBA #NationalBasketballAssociation #BodenSweden #WestoverMaryland #GPS #GlobalPositioningSystem #HighriseBuilding #Twitter #NGO #NongovernmentalOrganization #TheIndianExpress By: Express News Service | New Delhi | Updated: June 14, 2018 7:44:29 Ashish Nehra successfully completed the test the last time he played international cricket; the younger Samson has now failed. https://cricmain.com/2018/06/14/explained-snippets-yo-yo-test-what-mohd-shami-and-sanju-samson-have-just-failed/

[girlnamedangel]

CHAPTER 3 DONE & POSTED :)

[girlnamedangel]

Unread Thoughts

Sheldon Cooper has the unique ability to read people's thoughts, a power he initially assumes everyone has until he realizes, in high school, that he's alone in this gift. Though useful, it becomes more of a curse, isolating him from others and feeding his obsession with logic and control.

Everything changes when Sheldon meets Amy Farrah Fowler, a brilliant neurobiologist. To his surprise, Amy is the only person whose thoughts he cannot read. Intrigued, Sheldon becomes obsessed with understanding her, leading to a series of awkward but hilarious attempts to get closer to her.

[girlnamedangel]

Inspired from The Positive Negative Reaction Episode (S9 E16)

The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of Rose Garden Pavilion, casting golden light on picnic tables covered in yellow and white balloons. A soft breeze carried the scent of cake frosting, fruit punch, and baby wipes. Children’s laughter echoed from a nearby playground, while Leonard stood by the cooler, fishing out juice boxes for the guests.

Penny, dressed in a flowing sundress, was crouched near the center table, adjusting the party hat on her daughter Ellie’s tiny head. “There we go,” she cooed. “I still can’t believe we’ve kept a human alive for an entire year.”

“Here,” Leonard called from behind her, holding a juice box in each hand. “I told you we can do it.”

The entire gang had come — Howard and Bernadette with their two kids in tow, who were already trying to feed grapes to the park birds; Raj, who showed up beaming with his new girlfriend, Pia, a soft-spoken marine biologist from San Diego who charmed everyone instantly with her calm demeanor and witty asides.

And of course, Sheldon and Amy sat near the head of the long rectangular table, shaded by an umbrella, comfortably tucked between conversations and the occasional burst of their children's chaos.

The table was alive with chatter — Howard telling a story about one of his kids flushing a peanut butter sandwich, Bernadette trading pediatrician contacts with Penny, Pia asking Sheldon whether any of his theories applied to animal cognition, to which he replied, “Only if you consider certain humans animals — which, frankly, I do.”

But through all of it, Amy was unusually quiet.

She picked at her pasta salad, pushing bowties of noodles from one side of the plate to the other. Her eyes often drifted to Ellie, who had somehow migrated to Amy’s lap mid-snack and was now gnawing happily on a plastic spoon. Amy smiled as the baby clumsily waved her arms in rhythm with Raj's exaggerated storytelling.

Yet, despite her smile, she hadn't eaten much. She barely chimed in with her usual snarky remarks. Her gaze flicked often to Sheldon, who was busy explaining the difference between “quantum” and “quirky” to Pia, with visual aids made from blueberry.

It was Bernadette who noticed first.

“Amy,” she said over a bite of cake, “you okay? You’ve barely touched your food. Not like you to miss a chance to correct Sheldon’s metaphors either.”

Everyone paused. All eyes turned to Amy, even Ellie, who dropped the spoon in protest of the silence.

Amy took a breath, her hands nervously adjusting Ellie’s headband, then set the baby back onto Penny’s waiting arms. “I’ve been trying to find the right time to say something, but…” She glanced around the table. “I guess there’s no perfect moment when you’re surrounded by cake and chaos.”

“Amy?” Penny leaned in, concerned. “What is it?”

Amy looked down, then up again — her eyes bright and cautious. “I’m pregnant.”

A chorus of gasps erupted around the table.

“WHAT?!” Raj shouted loudest, accidentally spilling some lemonade. “Oh my God!”

“Oh Amy!” Bernadette squealed, nearly knocking over her chair as she ran around the table to hug her.

Penny was already leaning across the table to squeeze her arm. “Oh my God, that’s amazing! Wait — hold on — how far along are you?!”

Leonard beamed. “This is huge! I mean… wow, I thought we were the only ones celebrating something today!”

But as the excitement buzzed, Howard narrowed his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “So… when did you guys know you were pregnant?”

Everyone leaned in just a little closer.

Amy gave a small, almost bashful smile. "I only found out last night."

There was a beat of silence, followed by gasps and wide eyes around the table.

Penny blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

“You found out last night and you’re already telling us?” Bernadette added, stunned. “That’s like—instant broadcast!”

Sheldon, unbothered by the growing attention, simply said. “This is also the first time I’m hearing it.”

Raj nearly dropped his cup. “So you’re saying Sheldon just found out, and he’s sitting there calmly like this isn’t a surprise?!”

Amy laughed, brushing a hand behind her ear. “Well… he kind of did, knew it.”

Penny leaned forward. “What do you mean?”

Amy exchanged a look with Sheldon — part amused, part affectionate. “Because he planned it. On my birthday.”

Howard’s jaw dropped. “You planned this? Like… literally planned it?”

“Of course I did,” Sheldon said matter-of-factly. “After rigorous data collection and evaluating our professional schedules, I determined that late spring would provide the best circumstances for conception and gestation — emotionally, physically, and socially.”

Leonard held up his hands. “Wait, so let me get this straight. You didn’t know Amy was pregnant until now, but you planned for her to be pregnant right now?”

“Well,” Sheldon began, adjusting his posture slightly, “I didn’t plan it with one hundred percent certainty. I did plan on getting her pregnant around her birthday — that part is true. And based on my calculations, there was a strong likelihood that by now, she might be. But as we all know, pregnancies aren’t exactly guaranteed.”

He glanced toward Amy, softer now. “So yes, I only just found out — and I’m very happy. I just... wasn’t surprised.”

Raj shook his head, baffled but impressed. “This is the most romantic, terrifying thing I’ve ever heard.”

Amy nodded with a grin. “That’s basically our entire marriage.”

Bernadette gave a happy little sigh. “I love this. I really do.”

Penny giggled. “So, what made you want to go through with it, Sheldon? You’ve always acted like babies were a cross between chaos and contagion.”

Sheldon turned serious, folding his hands in front of him. “Well. We’ve been married for years. We've won a Nobel Prize. We’ve published together. Built a shared life. And while I’ve come to accept the inherent unpredictability of the human condition…” — he glanced sideways at Amy, who was watching him gently — “I’ve never been more certain of anything than the fact that Amy would be an extraordinary mother. And that I—despite my aversions to noise, stickiness, and sleep deprivation—want to be the father of her child.”

Everyone went still for a moment. Pia quietly muttered, “Wow,” under her breath.

Amy smiled at him, her eyes shimmering. “He even created a contract for diaper duty rotation.”

“I intend to renegotiate it quarterly,” Sheldon added proudly.

Everyone laughed.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the grass, the group fell into a comfortable, celebratory mood. More cake was passed around. Sheldon cautiously accepted a frosting-covered Ellie onto his lap. Raj toasted with lemonade to “new beginnings.” Bernadette was already listing baby gear brands she trusted. Pia offered to send Amy some early child psychology papers she’d co-written on emotional bonding in infants. And Leonard joked that their kids would end up forming their own science league someday.

Amy sat back, finally relaxed, watching her strange, brilliant, dysfunctional family toast to the future.

She reached for Sheldon’s hand under the table, and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

In a world that rarely made sense, this moment did.

[girlnamedangel]

The Night He Said "I Love You"

Amy couldn't stop tossing and turning in her bed. She couldn't sleep; her heart was so happy. It was the first time she had experienced everything at prom: having her boyfriend as her date, being with the cool and smart girls, and dancing. To date, this was the best time of her life. But the highlight of it all was Sheldon saying "I love you" to her. It felt surreal. Her heart felt so full that instead of endlessly replaying the scene in her head, she opened her laptop and started writing in her unpublished relationship book, capturing all their progress and memories as a couple.

[girlnamedangel]

Hello,

I just want to share my first Shamy one shot story that I post on AO3. 

[girlnamedangel]

At last after sooo many delayed, 

Here’s the chapter 5 ;)

[girlnamedangel]

I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else Somebody else by The 1975

Sheldon Cooper had two tickets to the Thanksgiving event at the aquarium. Initially, he intended to offer them to Amy Farrah Fowler, assuming she wouldn't want to go with him since they were no longer together. However, to his surprise, she was the one who suggested that, if he was comfortable, they could attend together as friends.

To make the car ride less awkward, Sheldon prepared a list of friendly conversation topics, printing them out meticulously. Amy, amused but understanding, let him proceed. However, as the trip progressed, she found herself growing weary of his absurd questions—one of which was, "What temperature of air conditioning do you find most comfortable?"

Eventually, she sighed and said, "Sheldon, we don’t need a list. We can talk like normal friends do. Just... be yourself."

Encouraged by her words, Sheldon abandoned the script. But what followed was a question that neither of them was prepared for.

"Are you happy with your boyfriend now?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion but his eyes betraying his curiosity.

Amy felt her breath hitch. She hadn't expected that. Carefully choosing her words, she offered a safe response, "Dave is... very kind to me." She paused, then quickly reached into her bag. "Here, I packed some snacks for you. I know you like to munch on something during long drives."

Like a child easily distracted, Sheldon’s attention shifted. "Oh! Cereal! Excellent choice, Amy," he said, happily crunching away, allowing the tension in the air to dissipate.

By the time they arrived at the aquarium, they had fallen into an easy rhythm. It was as if they had never dated for five years—as if they had always just been two friends enjoying each other’s company. Both were silently grateful that, at the very least, they could still function as friends.

After a day filled with laughter, lighthearted banter, and reminiscing, Amy found herself hesitating over a question that had been lingering in her mind. Dave—her boyfriend—had expressed a deep desire to meet Sheldon, given that he was one of his biggest fans. She knew the window of opportunity was closing fast.

Taking a breath, she finally asked, "Sheldon, I know this might be a long shot, but... Dave would love to meet you. He’s a huge admirer of your work. If you’re not comfortable with it, that’s totally fine. No pressure."

Sheldon glanced at her, contemplating. The day had been unexpectedly pleasant, and in some small way, he wanted to return the favor. "Alright," he said, surprising even himself. "If it brings you joy, then I shall comply."

Upon arriving at Amy’s apartment, Dave greeted them enthusiastically. "Dr. Cooper! This is an honor," he gushed, shaking Sheldon���s hand with a little too much enthusiasm. "I’ve read all your papers! Your work on string theory is just—brilliant!"

Sheldon nodded stiffly. "Yes, I am aware. Thank you."

Amy chuckled. "Sheldon, that’s his way of saying he’s a huge fan."

As the evening went on, everything remained cordial. But as Sheldon observed the way Amy laughed at Dave’s jokes, the way she looked at him with unfiltered affection, a strange sensation crept up his spine. He knew he should be happy for her. He should be proud that she had found someone who made her smile so freely. And yet…

He wasn’t happy.

He should be. But he wasn’t.

The realization hit him like an unsolvable equation, one that sent his mind spiraling. How could he call himself a genius when he had let Amy go? For years, he had fantasized about time travel, theorized about its feasibility—but never before had he wished for it more than in that moment. If he could, he would go back. Change things. Fix things.

Time passed in a blur, and before he knew it, an hour had gone by. He sat motionless, lost in thought, until Amy’s voice gently pulled him back.

"Sheldon?" she asked softly. "Would you like me to drive you home?"

Before he could respond, Dave interjected. "You must be exhausted, Amy. If it's alright with Sheldon, I can drive him home instead."

Amy turned to Sheldon, waiting for his answer. Dave watched him expectantly. The air felt charged, as if something was about to break.

Sheldon opened his mouth. And then, without thinking—without filtering, without logic, without his usual restraint—he spoke.

"I want you again, Amy." They all knew Sheldon had simply answered the question. But they also knew he meant something else.