#Leonard Hofstadter big bang theory

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The Science of Us | Leornard Hofstadter

You stepped into the dimly lit apartment building, clutching a box of cookies you’d made for your new neighbors. You’d recently moved into the building and figured it was a good idea to introduce yourself. The fourth floor was quiet except for the faint hum of conversation coming from apartment 4A.

You knocked lightly on the door, unsure if anyone would hear over the muffled voices. After a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal a man in glasses, wearing a Star Wars T-shirt and a wide, slightly awkward smile.

"Hi," he said, his voice warm and welcoming but with a hint of surprise. "Can I help you?"

"Hi," you replied, holding up the box of cookies. "I’m Y/N. I just moved in a couple of doors down and thought I’d introduce myself."

His face lit up, and he opened the door wider. "Oh, hey! Welcome to the building! I’m Leonard. Come on in, if you’d like."

You stepped into the apartment, your eyes immediately drawn to the eclectic mix of collectibles, books, and scientific equipment. "Wow," you said, turning to Leonard with a grin. "You’ve got quite the setup here. Are you a scientist or something?"

Leonard chuckled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Guilty as charged. I’m a physicist at Caltech. I… uh… study theoretical physics."

"That’s impressive," you said, genuinely intrigued. "I’ve always been fascinated by science, though I can’t say I understand much beyond basic biology."

"Hey, that’s more than most people," he said, gesturing to the couch. "Do you want to sit? Sheldon—my roommate—is out, so it’s unusually quiet right now."

You sat down, and the conversation flowed surprisingly easily. Leonard explained his work in layman’s terms, and you shared your background, finding common ground in your shared love of learning.

"I have to admit," Leonard said after a while, his tone almost shy, "this is a lot nicer than I expected. Most people don’t… well, they don’t usually show much interest in my work."

"Well," you said with a playful smile, "maybe those people don’t know what they’re missing. You’re smart, funny, and clearly passionate about what you do. That’s pretty cool in my book."

Leonard looked at you, his smile softening. "I, uh… Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot."

Before you knew it, hours had passed, and the cookies were nearly gone. When you finally stood to leave, Leonard walked you to the door, hesitating for just a moment before speaking.

"Would you, uh, maybe want to grab dinner sometime?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You smiled. "I’d love to, Leonard."

As you walked back to your apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. Maybe moving here wasn’t just a change of scenery—it might just be the start of something wonderful.

Leonard could hardly believe his luck when you said yes to dinner. He’d spent the next few days overthinking everything: where to take you, what to wear, and how to avoid letting his nerves ruin the evening. By the time the night arrived, he was a jittery mix of excitement and anxiety.

The two of you met at a small Italian restaurant just a block away from the apartment building. Leonard had chosen it because it was quiet, intimate, and, more importantly, Sheldon didn’t like Italian food, meaning there was no chance of him tagging along.

"You picked a nice place," you said, smiling as you took a seat across from him.

"Thanks," Leonard replied, trying to play it cool. "It’s kind of a hidden gem around here."

The conversation flowed effortlessly once again. Leonard talked about his research and his friends, and you shared more about your life, though you didn’t delve too deeply into your job. You enjoyed the way Leonard’s eyes lit up when he explained something he was passionate about, and Leonard marveled at how easy it was to talk to you.

But just as the waiter brought out dessert—a decadent tiramisu—your phone buzzed on the table. You glanced at the screen, and your face fell slightly.

"I’m so sorry," you said, looking genuinely apologetic. "I have to go. It’s… work-related."

Leonard blinked, trying not to let his disappointment show. "Oh, sure. Of course."

"I had a great time tonight," you said, standing and gathering your things. "Can we do this again soon?"

"Yeah, absolutely," Leonard replied, though his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

As you hurried out of the restaurant, Leonard stared down at his half-eaten dessert, his mind racing. Was "work-related" just a polite excuse? Maybe he’d misread everything.

———

Over the next few days, Leonard found himself avoiding you. He didn’t want to come across as clingy or desperate, and a small part of him worried you’d been trying to let him down gently. He made sure to take the stairs instead of the elevator and lingered in the cafeteria at Caltech longer than usual just to avoid running into you in the hallway.

You, meanwhile, had been hoping to bump into Leonard to explain yourself. The night of your dinner, one of the dogs at the animal hospital where you worked had gone into labor unexpectedly. You’d spent hours helping to deliver a litter of adorable but fragile puppies, and while it was one of the highlights of your career, you felt terrible for leaving Leonard in the lurch.

———

It wasn’t until a few days later that fate intervened. You stepped out of your apartment just as Leonard was coming up the stairs, a grocery bag in hand. He froze when he saw you, clearly caught off guard.

"Leonard!" you said, relief washing over you. "I’ve been looking for you."

"You have?" he asked, shifting awkwardly.

"Yeah. I wanted to explain about the other night."

"You don’t have to," he said quickly, his tone neutral. "I get it. Things happen."

"No, you don’t get it," you insisted. "I wasn’t trying to blow you off. I’m a veterinarian, and one of the dogs at my hospital went into labor. It was an emergency."

Leonard’s expression softened, confusion giving way to understanding. "Oh. Wow. That’s… actually really amazing."

"It was," you said with a grin. "It was exhausting but so worth it. And, um, I was wondering if you’d want to come by the hospital sometime. The puppies are adorable, and I’d love to show you."

Leonard’s face lit up. "Really? I’d love that."

———

A few days later, Leonard found himself standing in the small animal hospital, surrounded by a wriggling pile of tiny puppies. You knelt beside him, gently scooping one up and placing it in his hands.

"Careful," you said with a smile. "She’s only a few days old."

Leonard cradled the puppy like it was the most precious thing in the world, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "This might be the best day of my life," he admitted.

You laughed. "I’m glad you came."

Leonard glanced up at you, his heart swelling. "Me too."

As the puppies squirmed and yipped around you, Leonard couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

[gordonstanheight]

why was sheldon the only nerd to get a young spinoff. what if we needed young leonard. young raj. maybe not young howard i could not doom a poor kid to a bowl cut forever . ian hecox is still recovering

[tboygirlfailure]

[klaramarieleblochova]

"What are two clips that give off the same energy?"

[o0par0o]

[brunnerasposts]

hiiiiii!

i saw your tbbt fix AND OMG IT WAS ADORABLE could i maybe get a story about the whole gang getting overprotective when Somone flirts with reader [ik it's basic I just love the overprotective trope]

tysm!♡ of course!

Dinner Disaster

The Big Bang Theory x GN!Reader

Summary: A dinner at the Cheesecake Factory gets awkward when the gang defends you from a stranger coming onto you

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Outside of TBBT storyline, no shipping with anyone, gender neutral pronouns for reader

Additional Note: I had no idea what to name this one, I'm so sorry 😭

It was another average day for the gang in Pasadena. Everyone had just gotten home from work and decided to go have dinner at The Cheesecake Factory per Sheldon's consistent schedule.

You, Leonard, Howard, Amy, Bernadette, Penny, Raj, and Sheldon all took your usual places at the eight person table.

"Let's see... what am I going to order that isn't going to make me nauseous?" Penny asked herself, confusing Howard.

"Is something wrong with the food?" His chair made a slight scrape sound against the floor as he shifted. "Should I be eating a tum?" He joked.

Bernadette shook her head, rubbing her boyfriend's back. "No, silly. It's just that when you work in a restaurant for a while, the consistent smell of the food plus eating it on your break makes you get sick of it." She explained.

"Don't you feel weird eating dinner at the place you work?" Leonard asked you, making you shrug.

"I make a point not to eat the food here. Otherwise, I'd never step foot into the Cheesecake Factory again. I honestly can't smell half the foods in here anymore." You explained, the short scientist nodding as he looked over his menu.

"Excuse me," a voice came from next to you. Everyone, confused, looked to what they assumed was the waiter, but it was an unfamiliar man.

He was tall, clean shaven, but something felt off. Your gut told you this guy was going to cause trouble. Realizing that he was speaking to you, you turned to face him more. "Yes?"

"I know this might be a little forward, but you're really attractive, and I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink with me at the bar?" The guy asked.

You froze.

Never had someone been so forward with you before, nor had anyone been so blatantly rude to the fact that you were otherwise busy. Penny, who sat next to you, leaned forward. "Who are you exactly?"

The man glanced at Penny, a bit taken back but also not doing anything to hide the fact that he was also checking her out. "Just a guy who noticed an attractive person and wanted to say hi."

Sheldon interjected, sounding annoyed with a stranger interrupting their dinner. "Excuse me, but I don't believe you understand the social protocols here. Our friend is clearly enjoying our company, and we are more than capable of fulfilling their intellectual and social needs."

Amy was quick to follow up. "Sheldon's right. We're a close-knit friend group, and quite honestly, I think you're making our friend uncomfortable." She added, her tone protective.

The man raised his hands defensively, clearly surprised that everyone was snapping back. "I didn't mean to cause trouble."

Raj, who had been silent up to this point due to his incapability to speak in front of women, managed to muster up the ability to say, "Back off, dude or Penny will kick your ass."

Penny gave Raj a look, but everyone knew that she'd be able to take him down.

"Woah, woah! Hey, look, I'm sorry. I was just trying to meet someone. No need for a fight." Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked to you. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Not really sure what to say, you shrugged. "You did, and I appreciate the apology. I'm going to have to decline." You tried to be nice about it, but your friends were making that a little difficult.

"Yeah, our friend is not interested. Goodbye!" Bernadette shooed him off. Surprised, the man blinked a few times before quickly scurrying off.

Once he was out of sight, the tension at the table seemed to disperse. You turned to everyone, laughing a little. "What was that, you guys?"

"What?" Leonard pretended to be oblivious, adjusting his glasses. "That whole thing that just happened!" You laughed, looking between everyone.

Amy, who sat adjacent to you, tilted her head a little. "Someone was making you uncomfortable. Did you think we were just going to let him?"

That made you smile, warmth spreading through you as you looked to everyone. Although you were slightly embarrassed, you were mainly appreciative that they were so quick to help.

"Thank you, guys." You said, touched by their concern. "Just remember I can take care of myself."

"We know. We just care about you." Bernadette smiled from a few seats down.

As dinner shifted back to its normal rhythm, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the people around you. Being apart of this quirky, overprotective group of friends meant you'd always have someone looking out for you.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

The End.

[polarbearcult]

Low quality big bang sketches

[rgbcn]

Barbie VS Oppenheimer (TBBT version)

I was late to the meme but a dear friend game me the idea of Raj going to see Barbie with the girls, I had to draw it! hehe

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[littlevampie222]

“A primary feature of quarks is that they're always bonded together, but in that moment, I felt like a neutrino, destined to be alone forever.”

Just as young Sheldon Cooper was crying because he thought he'd always be alone and have no friends... they show this.

When I tell you I cried watching this last night... 😭 😭 😭

[thesheengalleon]

New hyper fixation just dropped 🗣️‼️

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

hear me out.. LEONARD HOFSTADTER 🔥🔥

[mgsdeltasnakeeater]

hardcore leonard hofstadter and eboy sheldon cooper

[bee-does-art]

they’re my spirk

Possibly a wip if I feel like rendering this more later

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[uses-for-fics]

Night Changes | Leonard Hofstadter

Leonard Hofstadter was in the middle of a painfully awkward conversation in the break room at Caltech when her name floated through the air like a comet, igniting a memory he hadn’t revisited in years.

“Dr. Y/N L/N is joining the department,” said Barry Kripke, leaning against the counter with a smug grin. “She’s some hotshot physicist with a résumé longer than Sheldon’s list of things he hates about humanity.”

Leonard nodded politely, half-listening. He was used to new hires arriving with impressive accolades, but something about the name tugged at his memory. He shook it off and returned to his office, not giving it much thought until later that afternoon, when she walked into the faculty meeting. Leonard nearly dropped his coffee.

She was… different. Stunning, polished, confident. She carried herself with an ease that radiated competence, her tailored blazer and sleek hairstyle worlds apart from the gangly girl he remembered from space camp all those years ago. He tried to focus on what the department head was saying, but his mind kept racing. Could it really be her?

As the meeting ended, Leonard worked up the nerve to approach her.

“Hi,” he said, awkwardly adjusting his glasses. “Dr. L/N, right? Welcome to Caltech.”

You turned to him, offering a polite smile. “Thank you. And you are…?”

“Dr. Leonard Hofstadter,” he said, holding out a hand. “I work in experimental physics.”

The polite smile shifted into something more amused, and a flicker of recognition sparked in your eyes. “Leonard Hofstadter? From… space camp?”

His jaw dropped. “It is you! I thought your name sounded familiar!”

You laughed, the sound rich and warm. “I can’t believe this. It’s been, what, fifteen years?”

“Closer to twenty,” Leonard admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “Wow. You look… different.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that your way of saying I had braces, bad posture, and glasses the size of dinner plates?”

Leonard blushed. “I wasn’t going to say that.”

“It’s okay,” you teased. “You weren’t exactly the height of cool yourself. Remember when you tried to impress everyone by reciting Pi to thirty decimal places?”

“Hey, it worked,” Leonard said, grinning. “For about five seconds, anyway.”

The two of you fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about camp: sneaking out after lights-out to watch meteor showers, building a terrible model rocket that exploded on launch, and the awkward kiss you’d shared during the last-night campfire.

“You know,” Leonard said as you both lingered in the hallway after the meeting, “I always wondered what happened to you. One day we were best friends at camp, and the next… nothing.”

You hesitated, a hint of regret flashing in your eyes. “Yeah, I moved around a lot after that. My dad was in the military, so staying in touch wasn’t easy. But I always remembered you.”

“Same here,” Leonard said softly, and for a moment, the years between you seemed to vanish.

———

Over the next few weeks, you and Leonard found yourselves reconnecting. It started with coffee breaks and quick lunches in the Caltech cafeteria, but soon, the conversations stretched longer, delving into both science and the quirks of your pasts.

Leonard couldn’t help but notice how much you’d changed—and how much you hadn’t. You were still fiercely intelligent, still laughed at his terrible jokes, and still had a fascination with the stars that rivaled his own. But there was a confidence to you now that intrigued him, a sense of self-assuredness he found magnetic.

One day, as the two of you walked across campus, Leonard said, “You know, I have to admit, when I first saw you, I didn’t recognize you at all but then you mentioned space camp, and suddenly it all came rushing back.”

You smiled. “I almost didn’t recognize you, either. But then you adjusted your glasses and gave me that same shy smile you used to have, and it was like I was thirteen again.”

Leonard laughed, shaking his head. “Let’s not revisit the thirteen-year-old me too much. I’m still recovering from the trauma of my haircut back then.”

“Fair enough,” you said, grinning.

———

It wasn’t until one evening, when Leonard invited you over for dinner with the gang, that the dynamic between you began to shift.

“So,” Sheldon said, scrutinizing you from across the living room, “you’re Leonard’s old camp fling. Fascinating. Statistically speaking, childhood romances rarely rekindle, so I must ask: Are you here for scientific collaboration or romantic entanglement?”

“Sheldon!” Leonard hissed, his face turning crimson.

You chuckled, unfazed. “A little of both, I suppose.”

Leonard nearly choked on his drink.

As the evening went on, you charmed everyone, even Sheldon, with your wit and humor. But Leonard couldn’t stop stealing glances at you, his heart racing every time you smiled at him.

When the night ended and you lingered by the door, Leonard said, “Thanks for coming. It was really nice having you here.”

You looked at him, your gaze soft. “It was nice being here. You have good friends, Leonard and you’re still the same sweet, dorky guy I remember from camp.”

Before he could think, he blurted out, “Would you want to go to dinner sometime? Just the two of us?”

You tilted your head, studying him for a moment, and then smiled. “I’d like that.”

———

The date was perfect. Leonard took you to a local planetarium, where you both marveled at the stars and swapped stories about your favorite constellations. Over dinner, the conversation flowed easily, and by the time dessert arrived, Leonard couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so at ease with someone.

As he walked you to your car, he hesitated, unsure if he should say what was on his mind.

“What is it?” you asked, sensing his hesitation.

“I just…” He took a deep breath. “I know we’ve only just reconnected, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. And I don’t want to mess this up.”

Your expression softened, and you reached out to take his hand. “You’re not going to mess this up, Leonard. I’ve always felt connected to you, even after all these years. And I’d like to see where this goes.”

Leonard smiled, relief washing over him. “Me too.”

When you leaned in to kiss him, it was like the world faded away, leaving only the two of you and the quiet hum of the universe around you.

———

Over the following months, your relationship blossomed. Leonard marveled at how easily you fit into his world, bonding with his friends and even holding your own against Sheldon’s relentless logic. But what he loved most was how you made him feel—like he was enough, just as he was.

Every now and then, when the two of you lay under the stars, you’d reminisce about that summer at space camp, laughing at how two dorky kids had somehow found their way back to each other.

It wasn’t just coincidence, Leonard thought. It was fate.

[coopstadter]

uh oh *uses transification beam* oops!