Hey, if you don’t mind could you write a fic where Penny and Amy use one of Amy’s experimental devices to switch bodies because Amy wants to win an acting contest at the university so she can win free tickets to a science composium and Penny needs to impress at a new job interview. But they both screw up their respected attempts to help each other and to make matters worse the machine has busted meaning they have no way of switching back. The only man who might be able to help them is Sheldon
Hi, Anon. I wrote a body switching fic awhile back that wasn’t my best work, so I fear writing another won’t be any better. I’m also taking a break from TBBT fanfiction and don’t know when I’ll be back. So sorry.
Hi honey. I was just wondering if you were still taking prompt requests? No worries if not. xx
Hi Anon. I just realized I haven't written a new one shot in six months 😱. I'm very behind with prompts but still welcome them. If you're the same anon who sent me a prompt today, I added it to my queue. If you're a different anon and don't mind waiting, I'd love to hear your idea(s). I will try to do better at keeping up. Also want to let you know I've had too many issues with posting stories on Tumblr, but all my stories are posted on fanfiction.net under the same user name. Thank you for thinking of me.
Hi sweet writter 😁 i just wake up with an idea for you. I know you usually write only ShAmy but could you write one about pregnant Penny stealing and wearing the Leonard's red robe at home ? I'm sure she will feel comfy in it and he would be so happy to see her in it ❤
Thank you, dear friend ❤️. This was my first non-Shamy story. I hope it meets your expectations. Sorry for the long wait.
Note: I always have problems with the formatting and Read More tag on Tumblr, so this time, I'm only posting the link to the fic on ff.net.
Hi there! I really enjoy your writing. There's a scene in my head that I would have liked to see on screen - so here's my prompt: Sheldon visiting George's grave after he became a dad (maybe taking his child/baby with him). Thank you!
Thank you so much for this prompt. While it's a sad topic, I hope I made it sweet as well.
Sheldon buckled his infant daughter into the backseat of the rental car. As he adjusted the belt over her car seat, her lower lip quivered.
"It's okay, little one. I know the plane ride was scary, and now we're in another strange vehicle, but I promise you it will all be worth the discomfort. Your Meemaw Mary and Aunt Missy are so excited to see you again, and your Uncle Georgie can't wait to meet you."
"Look at that sweet baby face," Amy murmured. "She's going to be one spoiled little girl with all that attention, or maybe subjecting her to the whole family at once will be over-stimulating."
The whole family. The words repeated themselves in his mind as Amy set her phone's GPS for their destination. Following the computerized voice directions, she turned left out of the rental car parking lot.
The whole family. "Amy, wait."
"What's wrong?"
"There's something I need to do before we go to my mother's."
"We're already running late. I don't want to hold up dinner, and Missy will want to get the boys to bed before Santa comes."
"They'll understand. We'll need to make a U-turn at the next intersection."
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
Amy pulled into a driveway and cancelled the route entered on her phone. "Do you have the address?"
"No, but I know exactly how to get there. I'll be your navigator."
Each turn took them further away from Mary Cooper's residence. When they reached a deserted gravel road, Amy frowned. "Sheldon, if we're lost, just tell me. The GPS can get us back to town.
"We're not lost. Keep going straight."
They passed fields he hadn't seen in over 20 years. The wooden nameplate on the Winslows' fence still greeted passersby, and the Jamison farm appeared to be stuck in 1994. It was both comforting and disconcerting that nothing had changed, unlike himself who was no longer an awkward teenager but a distinguished scientist and a married man with a child. After driving another 3 miles, Sheldon broke the silence. "Okay, now turn left at the farmhouse on the corner."
Amy obliged. He caught her peeking at him on occasion, the corners of her mouth turned down slightly and her brow wrinkled. He knew that look. She was worried. Telling her where they were going would be the proper thing to do, but saying it out loud would make it more of a reality. One he wasn't sure he was ready to face. Their destination was in view now. With shaky hands, he tugged at his seatbelt. The polyester strap was suddenly like a boa constrictor slowly suffocating him.
"Sheldon, what's wrong?"
He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a strangled squeak. It was foolish to think he could do this. They could still turn around, but after coming this far, if he didn't go through with it now, he never would.
Amy parked in front of a wrought iron gate at the end of the road. Sheldon's tugging intensified as his eyes surveyed their surroundings. The well-manicured lawn, pruned trees, and weeded flowerbeds provided no comfort. They only served as a reminder that their beauty was a cover-up for an otherwise melancholic landscape. With a gentle touch, she rested her hand on his knee. "Is this where you need to be?"
He forced himself to look up at the letters on the archway above the gate - Medford Cemetery. It was a place he had avoided for 27 years, ever since the day his father was laid to rest. Amy was quietly watching him. It was as if she knew he needed to gather his thoughts and work through his feelings. He tried to smile at her, but it felt like more of a grimace. "This is the place."
Sheldon blinked back tears. So much had happened, so many events missed over that period of time. He mourned all the times George Senior couldn't be there for his life's achievements - his wedding, his Nobel win, and now his daughter.
Twisting his head, he peered at her. The rear-facing car seat didn't offer him a view of her face, but he could see her tiny fists balled at her sides. He smiled sadly at the little pink bundle before turning to his wife. "This is harder than I thought, but I need to do this."
"Take all the time you need."
"Thank you." He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
The digital clock on the dash alerted him that they were almost due at the dinner table. Earlier, he couldn't wait to devour his mother's cooking. Now the thought of food made his stomach flip. Still, they were expected to join the festivities, and he didn't want to keep them waiting too long.
Sheldon strapped Leah to his chest. The sling's specifications boasted accommodating a maximum weight of 25 pounds. At five months, she weighed in at a mere 15 pounds, but he wasn't taking any chances. With one hand, he supported her weight. His free hand sought out his wife's fingers. Together they crossed the threshold.
On autopilot, he led them past headstones of former residents of the town where he spent his high school years. Even with the new additions, he knew exactly where to go.
"We're here," he announced, gathering them near a towering bur oak tree. The tips of the branches hung over the grave but not so much that the sun couldn't illuminate the area. Mary Cooper chose the plot with the intent that visitors would be shaded from the warm Texas sun yet allow her husband to look down on them from the heavens.
Brushing a twig from the headstone, tears blurred his vision again. Seeing "George Cooper" etched in stone was like a punch to the gut. Years of convincing himself his father was a terrible man was his way of coping. Now that he was a father himself, it was even more evident his father wasn't the monster he made him out to be.
Leah squirmed in her sling. Restless after a long day of traveling, he needed to do this quick, but he also needed to do it right. "Leah, you're going to meet some family members today, but there's one who can't be there."
He swallowed hard, taking a moment to compose himself. "Your Grandpa George died when I was 14 years old, long before you were born. At the time, I never dreamed I'd be a father."
Amy squeezed his hand, giving him the courage to continue. "Now that I am, I realize how much he sacrificed for me and your aunt and uncle. And even though he didn't understand me, he loved me and was proud of my accomplishments."
The little girl reached her arms up, her tiny fingers smearing the tears rolling down his cheeks. Sheldon couldn't help but smile at his precious little girl. The smile faltered knowing she would never meet her grandfather.
"You're doing great."
He tightened his grip on his wife's hand. "I remember the night he took Missy on a father/daughter dinner date at the best restaurant in town. She insisted on dressing as a princess, and rather than having her change into 'normal' clothes, he indulged in her fantasy. Missy spoke fondly of that night for many years. I would have thought Dad would be embarrassed to be seen in public like that. If he was, he didn't let it show."
Leah squealed, her baby smile contagious.
"I think she's asking if you would do the same," Amy chuckled.
"I would prefer her to dress as a superhero, but if she insists on dressing as a princess, I couldn't say no." The smile slipped from his face. "
"What's wrong?"
Sheldon gazed down at the stone and bit his lip. "I was just thinking about the time Dad took me on a road trip to Cape Canaveral to see a space shuttle launch. It wasn't his idea of a good time, but he knew how much I wanted to go. A thunderstorm cancelled the event, so he distracted me by asking questions about lightning."
"The more I hear about your dad, the more I like him."
"I know he would have adored you and Leah."
Sheldon looked into his daughter's blue eyes - his eyes, his father's eyes. George Senior wasn't really gone; his genes lived on through his family. "I know you're too young to understand, but bringing you here was the only way you could meet your grandpa. When you're older, I'll tell you all about him."
Leah babbled. Before long, her baby talk would become coherent words. He'd been inpatient for her to progress to that point, but now he wanted to savor each moment.
The December sky was darkening. With his phone on airplane mode, Sheldon was certain his mother had tried contacting him multiple times and was starting to panic. Before turning away, he handed Amy their child. Crouching in the cool grass, he traced the letters carved into the stone.
"I think you would be proud of the life I've built for myself. I know I am." He heard Amy sniffle and fought the urge to do the same. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long to visit you, but I promise I'll be back. Merry Christmas, Dad."
The Big Bang Theory references in Young Sheldon
→2x19: A Political Campaign and a Candy Land Cheater
→2x22: A Swedish Science Thing and the Equation for Toast
I’m still processing that I was able to see this scene with my own eyes LIVE. I ADORED it. Jim and Mayim acting was amazing, I loved to see all the details (that the cameras and crew were not blocking at that moment). To FEEL this moment as audience was my favourite part of the live taping. I was in front of them, I could see the interaction with my eyes and not via monitor, 3 times! The first time was magical, I didn’t expect he will start singing. Oh boy, EPIC. So bad someone in the audience awwwwed off time and too loud and EVERYBODY was pissed (specially Jim lol). Because the moment was WOW.
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