#fluff crawlspace

[cutieshamybabies]

Happy 16th anniversary for these two cutiepies!

[nerdforestgirl]

Hi! Long time no see, right? I'm sorry that I don't really write anymore, but it's still 16 years since the introduction of Amy Farrah Fowler, so here's a story about Shamy.

Amy slipped out of her son's bedroom. It was nearly ten, and she felt like she might collapse before she made it back to bed. She couldn't remember a time that she had genuinely been so exhausted. At least Leonard had been easy to get back to sleep. Just some monster spray and about half a story before he was fast asleep back snug in his bed. Her head had been killing her since before she'd gotten home from work. At least she was finally able to get into bed and sleep it off.

Sheldon lie in his bed reading a book (adult) Leonard had recommended him about a young man and his cat adventuring around an intergalactic reality show that sounded a bit like a D&D campaign when his wife came in. The book was silly, but Sheldon was still having fun reading it. The next book in the series was already lying next to him on the nightstand for when he finished the current one.

“He go down okay?” Sheldon asked Amy about Leonard as she crawled into the bed next to Sheldon.

“Yes,” she muttered as she rolled over and pulled the blankets up over her shoulder to go to sleep.

“Amy? Is everything okay?” Sheldon asked Amy. It wasn't her tone or anything else that caught his attention. It was the fact that she didn't kiss him goodnight. They did that every night, so he didn't think she just forgot. He thought back to the early days of their relationship when they didn't kiss. When they were supposedly just friends as if Sheldon hadn't fallen head over heels for his wife the first day they met.

Amy just sighed and settled down into the bed a bit more. She didn't want to get into it right now. She was too tired to fight, but she was also frustrated that her husband was so standoffish with the kids. He almost never put them down to bed if she was around. She just wished that he'd be a more involved father. He did his fair share of the cleaning, but sometimes it was almost like he was afraid of the children.

“Amy?” Sheldon tried again. He put down his book and started rubbing Amy's back. She loved physical touch in a way he didn't understand, but that didn't mean he couldn't provide it. In fact, this was a move he often went to when he wanted to make love with his wife. Right now, he was just trying to bring her comfort. It hadn't been more than three weeks since the last time they made love. He would be satisfied for at least a few more weeks yet.

Amy couldn't read his mind, so she didn't know that. She thought after all of the rest of her rough day, he was now asking for sex.

“Sheldon, I'm not in the mood right now,” Amy snipped at him.

“Why are you mad at me?” Sheldon asked. Her tone left no mysteries as to her attitude.

“I'm not mad at you. I just don't want to have sex right now,” Amy told him, which wasn't quite true. She was mad at him, but he wasn't going to pick up more of the child care duties. It wasn't worth arguing about. Not when Amy was exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep.

“Yes, you are,” Sheldon argued. He didn't like being lied to. Even by his wife who was usually the exception to his list of rules.

“Okay. It would've been nice if you had put Leonard back to bed. I've had a headache all day, and I just really wanted to go to bed, but I knew I couldn't because I knew you would just wake me up to put the kids down. Well, they're down now, and I still can't go to bed because you have your hands all over me, and I'm not in the mood.”

Amy felt a little bad about snapping at Sheldon. He was a good husband and father even if he didn't always do everything perfectly.

Sheldon was shocked by what she was saying. He would have absolutely put their toddler back to bed if he had known. Wouldn't he? Though he couldn't remember the last time Sheldon had put his son to bed. Had it really been over six months? It couldn't be.

“Oh no,” Sheldon said in a panic. “I've become my father,” he added quietly after another moment. It was something that he'd never wanted to do. Or at least this element of his father. Sheldon wanted to be an engaged father. He'd sworn it to Amy when Leonard was born. Now he'd broken that promise. Actually, he'd broken his promise months ago. It was just so easy to let Amy take care of the kids. She was so much better at it than he was. But that was no excuse. He felt like a failure.

Sheldon climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen. It was too late to put the kids to bed. They were both asleep in their bedrooms, but Sheldon could still take care of his wife. He grabbed a couple pain killers and a glass of water to take back to the bedroom. He set them on the table next to Amy's side of the bed.

“I'm sorry,” he admitted.

“I'm just having a bad day,” Amy assured him. She didn't think Sheldon was a bad father by any stretch. He was just used to putting himself first. Amy knew he was like that when she married him. She still knew it when they had Leonard. And she really understood that when Mary Elizabeth was born. It was who Sheldon was, and she didn't think she could change it. Any change in Sheldon usually took years and lots of effort. Since the kids were born, Amy just didn't have it in her to put the work into her husband anymore. It was usually just easier to take care of the kids.

Sheldon climbed back into their bed, though he nearly decided to go sleep in his office to give Amy space. She didn't ask for it, so he stayed, but he kept his hands off of her to allow her to go to sleep. Maybe they could talk in the morning, but right now he just wanted to make sure she had what she wanted.

When Amy woke up the next morning, Sheldon wasn't in bed with her, but that didn't seem suspicious to her at all. It wasn't like he just usually lie around in bed all day. He was probably off trying to win his second Nobel. She decided to go grab the kids and make them breakfast.

Only that's where Sheldon was. He was in the kitchen with Leonard sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal half spilled all over the table and Mary Elizabeth was in her high chair babbling at her father who was feeding her oatmeal. He was currently telling their daughter to open up for the choo choo train with chugga chugga choo choo noises. Mary Elizabeth still dodged the spoon, but Sheldon just wiped her face and tried again.

“Hey, Mommy,” Sheldon said when Amy walked in. “How's your head?”

“It's fine. Want me to take over?” Amy asked her husband as she walked over to them. She reached out for the spoon in Sheldon's hand.

“Nope. I have it,” Sheldon said to his wife with a smile despite the fact that Mary Elizabeth was turning her head away from yet another oncoming train. At least this time about half the spoonful made it into the eight month old's mouth.

“Uhh,” Amy said in confusion. It was Saturday morning, so if the kids were taken care, she was a little lost in what to do. That had mostly been her Saturday mornings for years.

“There's coffee in the pot,” Sheldon told Amy. He never drank the stuff, but he started the pot for Amy every morning all the same.

After Amy poured herself some coffee, she grabbed some fruit off the counter, and wiped up the spilled milk before sitting at the kitchen table. Leonard climbed out of his chair and into Amy's lap. She helped him hold his cereal as he did. Then Amy wrapped one arm around her son to hold him close to her while he ate.

“Thanks for getting them up, Sheldon,” Amy said.

Sheldon looked at her for a minute without saying anything. He then looked down at the ground. If Amy didn't know any better, she'd say he was embarrassed. “It was no problem,” he said without looking up.

“And it will continue to not be a problem,” Sheldon added after he looked up. He was renewing his promise that he would be an active father in his children's lives. He knew he might not always understand his kids, but he made a choice to make them with Amy. He needed to step up and help take care of them.

Then Sheldon got up to clean up Mary Elizabeth. Amy tilted her head up for a kiss as Sheldon walked by. He leaned down and gave her a peck on her lips. The make up kiss for the night before. He felt like maybe he really earned that one.

[fort-cozy-mcblanket]

It's that time of year again! Happy Shamy Anniversary! Can you believe it's been 15 years since Sheldon and Amy first met!?

And I've come bearing fic once again for you all. This one was suggested by @raysfixations, who wanted to know more about the time Sheldon accidentally ordered an Uber and "just got in and went somewhere."

I actually had a bit of a crisis when I started this because I'm pretty sure it's not really possible to accidentally order an Uber like that. You have to put in the destination beforehand, it's not like hailing a taxi, so how did Sheldon do that? Anyway, I tried to come up with an explanation. I don't know if it works, but if not let's just say Uber in the Big Bang Theory universe is different from the Uber you and I use here. I mean, it's also a universe where Elon Musk volunteers at soup kitchens, so anything is possible, right?

Also, when I started writing this I had a different idea in mind for how this fic was going to go, but as I was writing I thought of something else and went with that. I told myself I would go back and edit the beginning accordingly, but then when I did I actually liked the edited version less. So you're getting the original version. And I imagine this taking place around mid to late season 6.

Okay, I think that's all the notes I have. Thanks to Ray for the suggestion and thanks to Stark for beta reading!

Enjoy and long live the Shamy!

This is also available on AO3 and FF.Net if you prefer.

The first time Sheldon ordered an Uber, it was an accident.

In his defense, he had only just downloaded the app earlier that day and there was bound to be some trial and error. He thought he was just entering in information to save for later, but then the next thing he knew, a driver was confirming he was on the way to pick him up.

And the destination? His girlfriend's apartment building. Because it was the first address he thought to enter.

His first instinct was to try to cancel it, but that was quickly disregarded. The driver accepted the trip, he was headed to Sheldon's location, a social contract of sorts was already entered. Not to mentioned there seemed to be cancellation fees involved. His only choice was to now get in the car and go somewhere.

Well, not just somewhere. Amy's apartment.

Why hadn't he entered the train store's address first?

His driver, Ramón, soon arrived, and Sheldon was pleased to see his car looked clean, cleaner than some of the other cars he's rode in regularly (e.g. Penny's).

“Headed to Glendale?” Ramón confirmed as Sheldon climbed into the backseat.

“You are correct.”

The inside of the car was also clean but he was less pleased to see the pine tree air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. For some reason, Ramón ignored him when he provided the statistics on how many crashes are caused by view obstructions such as those. Still, the ride was pleasant enough. He was dropped off in front of Amy's building without incident or ceremony, and Sheldon made sure to go back into the app to leave a good tip before he headed inside to surprise his girlfriend.

His girlfriend, who was not home.

Somehow it never occurred to him that she wouldn't be in her apartment, awaiting his arrival, even though he didn't tell her he was coming. What else could she possibly have to do?

«Where are you?» he texted, then was stuck awkwardly standing outside her door the four minutes it took her to answer.

«I'm visiting my parents. It's their anniversary. I told you that yesterday.»

She probably had told him, he figured, but he'd tuned her out. A lot was going on at work right then, she couldn't expect him to listen to everything.

Rather than text her back again, Sheldon instead pulled up the Uber app again and ordered his second ride, this time on purpose. He never told Amy about his failed surprise visit.

XXX

The next time Sheldon took an Uber, it was to meet Amy for Date Night.

He really would have preferred to have Leonard drop him off, but Leonard was being rather ornery lately, always claiming he was too busy with Penny or that he already drives him to and from work and that should be enough. It was getting quite tedious, Sheldon would be bringing it up at the next quarterly Roommate Agreement meeting.

The bus, too, was out of the question at the moment. The last time he rode on it, he witnessed an intoxicated woman seated across from him vomit into the aisle. There weren't enough bus pants in the world to protect him from that. It would be a while before he could deem it safe to ride again.

There was a time when he might have demanded that Amy come pick him up, but he had come to understand that this could be considered a “turn off” for a romantic partner.

Apparently he was worried about stuff like that now.

So, once again, he ordered an Uber to take him to Amy's apartment, not knowing this would lead to a brand new complication.

Amy had decided to cook dinner for him on this particular Date Night, and while she was bringing all the food to her table she causally asked him how Leonard was, assuming he had just dropped him off. And so Sheldon ended up telling her about how Leonard had declined to drive him and all his recent frustrations surrounding this.

“You know,” Amy said, “I could teach you to drive. Then you wouldn't have to rely on Leonard, the bus, or Uber.”

Sheldon's anxiety spiked at the suggestion. This wasn't the first time she'd ever brought this up, but it had been a while and this time felt different somehow. Their relationship was different now, deeper. He realized this was something he could probably trust Amy to help him with, but it was still scary.

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why not? We could go after dinner.”

“That's really how you want to spend Date Night?” he asked, thinking that would surely get him out of it. Usually, when they spent Date Night in her apartment, she liked to finish the evening holding hands on her couch while he picked something to watch on TV. There was no way she'd give up her hand holding time for this, right?

Amy shrugged. “Sure. You were probably going to make me watch some dumb space movie we've already seen anyway. It will be fun to do something different.”

Sheldon stared at her. There were so many things wrong with what she just said, he didn't know where to start.

“Before you say it's not a good idea again, just know that I've already heard all the stories about your previous driving attempts from our friends,” she said. “And I don't care. I've watched you work through some of the most complex scientific and mathematical problems known to man without breaking a sweat. I have full confidence that you can learn to drive too. Provided you have the right teacher, of course.”

She smiled at him from across the table, and that smile was a like laser beam that hit him and crumbled his resolve. That was the problem with Amy; whenever she praised him like that, he found that he wanted to do whatever it took to keep that praise coming, live up to whatever image she had of him. He wanted to be annoyed, but how could he be when she had just stroked his ego like that?

So the next thing Sheldon knew, dinner was over and he was behind the wheel of Amy's car in the Caltech parking lot, Amy grinning away in the passenger seat.

The sun was setting on the horizon, making the sky glow pink at the edges. At this hour the lot was largely deserted and the only obstacles Sheldon had to worry about were the light poles. Still, his eyes skimmed over all the various gauges, knobs, and buttons on the dashboard with trepidation. Amy gave him a full rundown of everything, walked him through how to adjust the side mirrors to minimize blind spots, and reminded him which pedal was which, and yet it still didn't feel like enough.

“Why don't you try taking a few laps around the lot?” she suggested. “Go slow to start out, see how it feels.”

“Okay.”

Under her watchful eye, Sheldon shifted from park to drive, then very, very carefully eased his foot off the brake. The car rolled forward a couple feet.

“Go ahead and try a turn,” Amy instructed. “Pretend there are cars in these spaces and see if you can make it around without going over the lines.”

Sheldon did as she suggested and turned the wheel, easing them out of the space Amy had backed into and onto the main drag of the lot. The whole time, his eyes kept darting around between the view straight out of the windshield, the rearview mirror, each side mirror, and the speedometer. It seemed to take forever, but he made three more successful turns and neared the end of his first circuit.

“You're doing great.”

“I am?” He wanted to look over at her for confirmation, but he didn't dare.

“Yes, you've almost made it back to where we started. Try going a little faster for the next lap.”

Amy's words helped him loosen up. He relaxed his tense shoulders a little bit and allowed his foot to ease off the break some more. The speedometer ticked up from 4 mph to 7. After another successful lap, he managed to get up to 11.

“This isn't so bad,” he said, surprising himself.

“See?” Amy said. “Do you want to try driving to one of the other lots? The street isn't too busy right now.”

“Let's not get crazy.”

“Alright,” she agreed easily. “Next time, then.”

Sheldon swallowed, already nervous about the next time.

He circled around a couple more times, and that's when it happened. He was up to the breakneck speed of 16 mph when a squirrel ran from one of the nearby trees and into the car's path.

In a flash of an instant, Sheldon could see how it would all unfold. The broken, furry body flattened on the asphalt, the blood and guts that would have to be cleaned off Amy's car, and Amy's disappointment in him. She'd say it was okay, that these things happen, but she wouldn't be smiling anymore. It would be like the Glendale Galleria pet store all over again, only worse because it would be real.

Thankfully, unlike with the virtual pet store incident, this time his reflexes kicked in and he slammed the brakes. Amy gave a small startled yelp as the car jerked to a stop and Sheldon froze in the driver's seat, his heart pounding. For a split second he thought he was too late, but then he saw the squirrel continue on its way, darting across the rest of the lot and disappearing into the grass on the other side.

“Um, Sheldon?”

His relief was short lived as Amy brought his attention back to the interior of the car, and he realized hitting the brake wasn't the only action he'd taken in that moment. Instinctively, he had reached one hand over to Amy, holding her back in her seat and combatting the inertia she'd experience from the sudden change in motion.

And his hand was still there. Spread across her chest. Lower than he'd ever gone with the VapoRub.

His eyes went wide and he quickly pulled his hand back, placing it back where it belonged on the steering wheel.

“There, um, there was a squirrel,” he explained, hoping she had seen it too.

“That's alright,” she said. Her voice sounded off and he scrutinized her warily out of the corner of his eye.

“I think I've made enough progress for one evening,” he said finally, shifting the car into park.

“Okay.”

They got out and switched seats without another word, and Amy started driving him back to his apartment. The whole ride back, Sheldon tried fruitlessly to forget what had happened, to forget how she felt under his hand. Her warmth and the rise and fall of her breathing. The softness of her sweater and what lay beneath it. Now that he knew, it couldn't be unknown.

“I'm proud of you,” she told him as she pulled up to the curb outside his building. “And I had a good time tonight.”

She was doing it again, praising him, and he already knew that he would be accepting another offer for another driving lesson from her in the near future. Despite everything.

Perhaps that wasn't a bad thing, though. Perhaps he really did need to start driving himself. Just look what happened when he didn't. His Uber ride brought him to second base.

[theromanticrationalist]

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[theawkwardanglophile]

Today, May 24, is the anniversary of Shamy meeting for the first time, a whopping 12 years ago. I wasn't sure if our Fluff Crawlspace tradition was still happening, but regardless, I don't have anything new to contribute, so I thought I'd bring back my previous Fluff Crawlspace contributions in honor of the day. To any Shamy fans still out there, I still love them and love everything the fandom ever was and maybe still is. ❤

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[clairebear1298]

So. My submission for the Fluff Crawlspace is really only, like, 2/3 fluff. Because I'm me, and I can't help but throw in a little angst in what's supposed to be a day to celebrate adorable, light-hearted Shamy goodness. But I hope you enjoy it anyways:

The parameters of Date Night became much more blurred once Sheldon and Amy started living together. They were with each other constantly now- at home, at work, and everywhere in between (literally; they drove together from the apartment to CalTech every day). They had virtually every meal together now, even at work, so did that make every time they ate together a date? What about when they watched a movie, or went to a lecture, or spent any kind of quality time together? It was a pesky game of semantics that Sheldon still wasn’t sure how to clarify in their Relationship Agreement.

Regardless, Date Night remained a fixture in their lives, every second Thursday of the month or every third in a month with five Thursdays. It was comforting, in a way; no matter how their relationship would evolve or change, no matter the discoveries they would make, the children they would have, or the years they would share together, taking one evening a month to get dolled up for a night on the town to reconnect would remain a constant. Their love would always be a priority.

So it took Sheldon by surprise, when it was Amy’s turn to pick the location of their next Date Night, that she chose to have a night in. Amy always enjoyed a little pomp and circumstance when it came to their dates, so when she told him that they were just going to order chinese food and stay in their regular day clothes, Sheldon was more than a little suspicious. He’d been with her long enough to recognize when she was trying to butter him up, but if there was one thing that he loved, it was getting his way even if there was an ulterior motive behind it. And besides, a low-key night at home with his girlfriend would be worth the price of whatever said girlfriend had up her cardigan sleeve.

Unless that price was watching what was to him the most dreaded movie sub-genre in existence. The rom-com musical.

“La La Land?” Sheldon asked as he sat on the loveseat, arms crossed and staring down his girlfriend. “You mean the movie that won Best Picture for all of two minutes before going to the actual deserving film?”

Amy paused in the middle of unwrapping the DVD to look at him. “You know about that?”

“Of course, it’s all Penny talked about for weeks. I also learned from her that the movie is full of unrealistic bursts into song, signs of Hollywood’s narcissistic self-absorption, and jazz.” Sheldon crossed his arms and sat back in his seat. “I won’t let you put me through this.”

“If I can sit through the extended edition of Batman v. Superman for you, you can sit through this for me.”

“But-”

“No buts. It’s my turn to pick the movie. End of story.” And with that, Amy popped the DVD in and moved to the couch, plopping the popcorn between them as she went. “I won’t even make you hold my hand this time.”

Sheldon sighed. It was only when Amy was irritated that she started picking at years long fights like this one. “I’ve told you, I don’t object to holding your hand in general, but for prolonged periods it gets sweaty and itchy and keeps me from paying attention-”

“Just start the movie, Sheldon,” Amy said.

And so he did. From the moment the movie opened with people dancing on cars on a freeway he unfortunately knew well, Sheldon knew he was in for a miserable ride. He heaved a sigh at Mia’s acting woes and rolled his eyes at Seb’s hipster attitudes. Never mind that he found the colors aesthetically pleasing or the script surprisingly sharp, nothing could save the horrendous, erratic notes of jazz. Even if Seb’s passionate explanation of the genre reminded Sheldon of Physics.

Then as the movie was bathed in the purples and pinks and a hint of orange, and Mia and Seb tap danced to the backdrop of a Los Angeles sunset, Sheldon somehow found his toes tapping out a soft rhythm with them. Amy glanced down at his feet as well, and Sheldon quickly drew them closer to the couch and out of her line of sight.

But it was the scene at the Griffith Observatory that did him in, the horror he felt at their audacity to sneak in after hours offset by his fantasy of enjoying the museum without the usual throng of people surrounding him. And as Seb and Mia gazed into the astral projected sky, and as he lifted her into the starry night, Sheldon felt his hand creep slowly around the half-full popcorn bowl and towards Amy. Maybe it was his deeply secret love of astronomy, or their perfect waltz pose, or the memories of dancing with his own love as the universe watched over, but just as the scene began fading into white Sheldon decided to leave old arguments and his own stubbornness behind and take his girlfriend’s hand.

As the music drifted down from it’s crescendo, Amy glanced at him, and they shared a smile before turning back to the movie.

The rest of the movie was expressed through their hands. Sheldon found his thumb tapping out a rhythm on Amy’s hand during the summer montage, and Amy’s fingers grew restless and fidgety when Seb left to go on tour. Sheldon’s nails dug into her palm during their argument, and they both held each other in a vice grip when Seb chose to skip Mia’s show. They relaxed during Mia’s audition, and as Seb and Mia sat on the bench afterward Amy slipped her other hand into the crook of his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. But Sheldon felt himself grow more and more tense throughout the epilogue, his hand going cold in hers, and in the final moment where Mia and Seb parted ways he dropped it altogether.

“Well,” Sheldon declared as he tossed the remote aside. “That was a colossal waste of time.”

“What do you mean? You seemed like you were enjoying it.”

“How can I enjoy a movie with an ending like that?” Sheldon stood abruptly, grabbing the long abandoned popcorn and taking it to the kitchen. “You take two characters, endear your audience to them, demonstrate over and over how perfect they are for each other, and then break them up for good?”

“They wanted different things,” Amy said. “Their dreams didn’t align anymore.”

“They would’ve been fine,” Sheldon said as he emptied the popcorn into some tupperware with a little too much vigor. “Mia could’ve done her movie and then gone back to Seb.”

“But he was touring with the band,” Amy argued as she rose to join Sheldon in the kitchen. “They just grew apart, that’s all.”

“They didn’t even try!”

“They did try, and it only made them grow to resent each other,” Amy said, resting her arms as she stood at the island. “They broke up so they wouldn’t keep hurting each other. All that long distance, back and forth and back again. It would’ve been too much work.”

“It’s not too much work for the person you love!” Sheldon almost shouted, making Amy take a step back again. “No, the problem was that they put their own ambitions above each other. A partnership is about working to achieve your dreams together so that you can have it all in the end. Is it even worth it to open that jazz club, or get that Oscar, or win that Nobel Prize if you don’t have the love of your life to share it with?”

The air hung heavy after Sheldon’s words, the silence deafening. Sheldon felt his eyes grow wide in realization of the carefully guarded emotions he let slip to the surface, and he quickly turned to avoid seeing Amy’s face. He had no clue what Amy must be thinking, and he feared the worst until he felt her small arms come around to hug him from behind.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” Amy whispered, her head pressed between his shoulder blades.

Sheldon’s hand came up to grasp her own, feeling like he and Amy were fused together as one, like this was how they had always been meant to be. “Well, now you know,” he said, speaking just as softly.

“Sheldon…” He heard Amy’s voice grow tight along with her embrace around his middle. “You know I’m always going to come back, right?”

Sheldon craned his head to look at the black suitcase sitting in the corner of the living room, its omen constantly draped over them as Amy’s departure for Princeton drew ever closer. He turned in Amy’s arms so he could look at her. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

Sheldon released a heavy sigh as his hands came to rest on her shoulders. “I wasn’t talking about you, I promise. I meant it when I said that this is a chance you need to take. I was talking about me, before, before…” Sheldon thought back to years of putting his work before Amy, of looking down on her achievements, of taking for granted that she would always be there until she left behind the shattered pieces of his heart in the middle of Howard’s living room. “Before.”

Amy stepped closer to him so that their chests pressed into each other, her heart beating beneath his. “Well… we’re just gonna have to find a way to make sure our dreams align.”

Sheldon tilted his head down so he could look at her, a smile playing at his lips despite his earlier melancholy. “We’re two of the smartest people on the planet. I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

Amy grinned back, then stood on her toes to kiss him before turning back to put away the popcorn. With her no longer looking at him, Sheldon took a chance to glance at the bookshelf beside their bedroom door, where Gollum stood watch over a certain something tucked behind a stack of comic books, where Amy was sure to never venture near. That could be one way to get their dreams aligned… but no, it wasn’t time yet. He didn’t know when it would be time, but people seemed pretty adamant that he’d know when it would. So for now, he would wait. Maybe after the summer, when Amy came back to him. Because she was right, no matter how long she left, she always came back.

But there was one thing he knew without a doubt, as he wrapped an arm around Amy and she held his hand in reply as they turned off the lights and went to bed. He was adding the La La Land soundtrack to his Spotify, even if it was jazz.

[wild-sunday-child]

AAAAAAAA Happy Fluff Crawlspace!!! 🥳💖 i love how all of us still gather together during this specific time, even after the show has ended 3 years ago. so, here's a BIG VIRTUAL HUGGGG and hopefully we'd still gather here for more yearsss to cooome. ugh i missed seeing u guys on my dashboard and i really missed shamy alot. love u guys!!! <33

here are some shamy/majim twitter headers i made KDJDKDKD feel free to use 'em if u like!

[korennichiwa]

reading the entries on my first ever "the fluff crawlspace" celebration made me burst into tears. you guys are so talented! i'm grateful to be in this fandom! cheers to more years! 🥰🎉