#big bang theory x reader

[brunnerasposts]

hi! it’s so hard to find this and i saw you write for big bang theory. could i maybe get a story about the whole gang comforting you after you got fired from the cheesecake factory after caught kissing on the job? thank u!!!

of course!! ♡

Factory Mishap

The Big Bang Theory x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: Outside of TBBT storyline, no shipping with a specific character, Howard kind of being a perv

Additional Note: This is my first Big Bang Theory fanfic, so please bear with my writing of the characters

"Hey guys," You sniffled as you entered Leonard and Sheldon's apartment. The gang was all gathered on the couch, waiting for you before they dug into their usual takeout.

"Hey, we got you some Chinese food." Leonard grinned, gesturing with his chopsticks to the only white container on the coffee table that hadn't been opened.

You fiddled with your work uniform, a uniform you'd no longer be wearing after today. The very idea caused your eyes to water, making you quickly wipe away any tears that fell.

Raj, noticing, offered you his seat on the couch, opting for the floor. You took your place between Howard and Sheldon, snatching up your box of takeout.

Everyone exchanged concerned glances before Penny decided to speak up.

"Bad day?" She asked before taking a sip of her wine.

The question was enough to send you into another wave of tears. How could this of all things happen today? Well, you knew why it happened but it was the last thing you expected. A simple warning would've been just fine.

"I got fired today." You sobbed, hiding your face in one of your hands.

The room went silent, everyone exchanging glances as you cried. You suddenly felt a comforting hand on your shoulder from Bernadette, who sat on the arm of the couch. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." She frowned, eyebrows laced with concern.

Everyone else began to chime in with their apologies, all except for Sheldon.

Leonard cleared his throat, glancing at his roommate.

"What?" Sheldon asked, painfully oblivious to social cues.

Both Amy and Leonard gestured to you, making Sheldon sigh. "Oh please, I'm not apologizing. It's obvious given Y/N's years of service at the Cheesecake Factory and her excellent people skills that she was fired for a good reason."

You looked to Sheldon, not believing that he even just said that. Could someone compliment someone and crush their soul at the same time?

"What?" You asked, anger in your tone.

Penny sat up. "As much as I wanna argue with Sheldon," She began, receiving a perplexed look from the scientist, "Sheldon makes a good point." Leonard looked to his girlfriend, mouth slightly agape.

"Did you just agree with Sheldon?"

"I think she did." Howard commented, receiving a small glare from Penny. "I'm just saying that I'm a terrible waitress, and I'm still working there." She said, her attention turning to you as she grinned. "What'd you do?"

Amy began to smile. "More importantly, who did you do?" She asked, clinking her glass of water with Penny's wine.

Your face grew beat red, shocked they had caught on so quickly. "I didn't do anyone! It was just... a heat of the moment thing." You admitted, beginning to beat yourself up over it again.

"Coitus?" Sheldon asked, unable to help himself.

"Oh, please tell me it was passionate girl on girl action." Howard spoke a little too quickly before remembering that Bernadette was sitting right next to him. He slowly turned to look at her, smiling awkwardly. "Please don't leave me."

Bernadette rolled her eyes before returning her attention to you. "Who'd you sleep with?"

"I didn't sleep with anyone." You promised before looking to Penny. "I kissed the busboy."

She gasped, her jaw dropping with a slight smile to it. "You kissed the busboy? When?" She exclaimed, setting her glass down. This was what you loved about Penny. She was always a girl's girl.

"Last night in the kitchen of the restaurant. It was closing time, so we were talking, and one thing led to another..." You gulped, "And we were caught." You sighed, remembering how he had lifted you up onto the counter just as your boss came in.

"What a way to go out, huh?" Penny smiled. "Well, that's the thing. I didn't want to leave the Cheesecake Factory! It's barely getting me through rent and my bills. How am I supposed to live now?" You rambled, picking through your rice. "What if I get evicted?"

"You can always stay with us." Howard offered, Bernadette nodding. Your heart melted from how quick he was to offer you a place to stay. "Or us if you'd like." Leonard suggested. "Hang on, hang on!" Sheldon grabbed everyone's attention.

"I didn't agree to this. This doesn't abide by the roommate agreement." He said, sitting upright as he spoke to his roommate.

"Section 4, paragraph 15 clearly states that—"

"It's fine, Sheldon! Y/N will stay with me." Penny smiled, winking at you before going back to eating. Your heart warmed with how much everyone wanted to help... except Sheldon, of course.

What'd you expect?

"I really appreciate that. Thank you, guys." You smiled a little, finally beginning to eat your food. As crazy and weird as your group of friends could be, they always found a way to make you feel better about any and every situation you've been in.

With friends like them, you knew you'd be just fine. Everything would turn out okay.

Everyone sat quietly, enjoying their food and each other's company before Howard broke the silence.

"Are you sure it wasn't a woman you kissed?"

"Howard!"

The End.

[starwarsnerd111]

Big Bang Theory hc - They find out you're a 'wizard' with instruments

Leonard:

So you've been dating Leonard for a few weeks and finally invited him over to your house

When he arrives, he instantly sees your second car, which is actually a large van.

At first he's curious about it, but when he walks inside and sees a guitar on the wall

He gets even more curious

You give him a tour and finally show him your garage

He's shocked to see that it's filled with guitars, both bass and normal, keyboards, and a few other instruments.

"Do you play all of these?" - Him in wonder

"Yes." - You, like it was obvious

He's shocked that he never knew about this before

You laugh at his reaction

"I'm a one man band." - you

"And when I thought you couldn't get any cooler." - Him

Sheldon:

You live in the apartment above him

He always hears you play magically

You invite him up to your apartment one day

He then sees how many things you can actually play

"You can play all these?"

"Yep"

He thinks it's cool, despite how annoying instruments can be.

Howard:

You invite him over for dinner

He only knew that you could play the drums

Since you offered for his band

He sees your mass of instruments and is shocked

"You're like a one-man-band" - him

"I guess I am."

Raj:

He knew you could play a few instruments

But he found out how many you really could when he came over for dinner

"Wow"

You smiled at that.

"Yes, I really can play them all"

You when you saw him looking at you curiously

[strawwritesfic]

Howard Wolowitz x Female!Reader: Carnival

Summary: Sure, he can’t win a test of strength, but there are more important things in life to be won.

Rating/Tags: T (sexual references; implied sexual content; carnival; non-nerd!Reader; texting; bickering couple; bad date; Raj & Howard; Sheldon & Howard; not canon compliant; not anti-Bernadette; Reader does not get along with Penny; Reader does not get along with Sheldon; anniversary; established Howard/Reader)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Carnival

Howard Wolowitz was a man of simple pleasures: Cheesecake Factory hamburgers, walks to the comic book store, World of Warcraft marathons on the weekends, and beautiful women. Only the first three of these was he able to regularly indulge in. Since he had met you, the latter was available more frequently…but he was starting to realize there was nothing simple about dating you, pleasure or no. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he ought to resign himself to a love life consisting of nothing but online avatars depicting beautiful women.

The trouble was, Howard liked you. He liked you a lot. He liked you so much that it scared the brightly-colored skinny jeans right off him. Never before had he met a woman so intimidating and so attractive at the same time. Whether it was the way your lips parted when you were laughing (even when it was at him) or your eyes sparked when you were mad (not so much when it was at him), he was entranced. 

Unfortunately, he didn’t think he’d have you around much longer, because he was seeing a lot more of the latter than the former these days. Tonight's date was turning out no different.

“A carnival,” you muttered to yourself as you drove through the flat landscape just outside the city. “Really? A carnival?”

You kept saying that, over and over, in that infuriating way girls had that made all men worry over whether or not to risk some reply. As you were nearing your destination, Howard’s restraint found itself under considerable strain. He squirmed uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

“Is there…a problem? With the carnival?” he asked finally, with some attempt at a smile, nervous as it was.

“Why would there be a problem with the carnival, sweetheart?” you asked brightly.

“Well, you just keep repeating the word to yourself.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You returned your attention to steering, and added quietly, “You’d think we’d go somewhere a little more adult for our one-year anniversary, that’s all.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” you sang.

Whatever was eating you was very clearly not nothing. For the duration of the trip–all twenty minutes of it–you continued to grumble under your breath. 

Howard drummed his fingers nervously against his knees in silence. Nothing. You’d said it was nothing. Once you got there, you’d have a good time. You weren’t the sort of girl to break up with your boyfriend on your first anniversary…right? He was being silly.

But if that were the case, then why, when the two of you got out of your car and headed for the blinking display in the distance, did you purposely step away from him when he tried to hold your hand? His palm wasn’t sweaty. He checked. You didn’t so much as grace him with a glance when he bought your entry tickets, let alone a smile. You merely pounded off down the lamp-lit corridor, looking quite pretty in the constantly shifting lights, but also quite angry.

“[Name], seriously,” Howard said when he caught up. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing’s the matter with me,” you answered, but you did so while scowling and crossing your arms over your chest.

He almost laughed. “You’re not a very good actress.”

“And you’re not a very smart engineer!” you burst out suddenly. Before he could recover, you were barreling on, “You really can’t figure it out? Really? How old are we supposed to be? And where did you choose to take us for our date? A carnival!”

He blinked. And blinked. And blinked some more. Then he smirked. “Oh, I get it. You don’t think the carnival is very adult. Well, that’s just silly!” This time, he did laugh, with relief, sidling closer to add in a low voice, “There are plenty of adult things to do at the fair. For instance, there’s the tunnel of love…”

“I am not screwing you in the tunnel of love, Howard!” you shouted, so loudly that several nearby heads swiveled in your direction.

Normally he admired your brash approach to sex–really admired it–but maybe here wasn’t the best place to talk about that. There were kids around, after all. 

He smiled sheepishly before pushing you further down the grassy lane. “That’s not what I meant. Well, okay, it is. But come on, [Name]. You told me to pick a place for our anniversary, and you didn’t like my first idea.”

“It was the Cheesecake Factory! You really think I wanted to spend my anniversary watching you ogle that waitress?”

Howard did not protest this blatant mischaracterization–because it wasn’t. There would have been ogling. Two beautiful women to look at on one evening? As if he should have been so lucky. Obviously, he hadn’t been. “Look, I had that plan. You shot it down. Now we’re here instead, with no Penny in sight.”

“You’ve never heard of dancing? Or dinner somewhere else? A movie, maybe?”

“Well, sure, those are the suggestions Penny gave me when I asked her–”

“You talked to Penny? About our anniversary?”

“She knows what girls like you like!”

“I am nothing like Penny.”

“You’re a little like Penny.” 

Your hatred for Penny was well known within Howard’s group of friends (even by Penny), but honestly, was now the time? Especially when Howard had gone out of his way to not involve her in the evening. 

“She’s a romantic. She knows what women in general like, but,” he added swiftly, “I know how much you hate her, so I used Sheldon’s idea instead.”

“Sheldon’s idea?”

He could not believe he was having this argument here, with the delicious smells of frying corn dogs and funnel cakes wafting through the air. Whatever happened to giggling and clinging to each other going through the haunted house? Why did there always have to be an argument?

“Yes. Sheldon’s idea,” he said. “Admittedly, he did say it was so we could be among our own kind–the clowns–but I thought it sounded fun, and it wasn’t anything she-who-must-not-be-named mentioned. So could we please just try to have a good time?”

You didn’t say anything, but you did follow him, so Howard figured that you had at least agreed to try. That turned out to be exactly what you had agreed to: trying, and nothing more. You did eat a corn dog…grudgingly. You did kiss him inside the tunnel…while scowling. And you did go with him into the House of Mirrors…you just didn’t come out with him. 

Seeing you upset wasn’t exactly the way he had planned this night to go. No, his plan had involved a lot more smiling, a bit of inappropriate touching, and maybe some hanky-panky when you two got back to your apartment. None of that appeared to be on horizon now, and Howard was starting to panic.

“Let’s go try out the games now, all right?” he said, desperation coloring his words as surely as his vice-grip on your hand did.

You didn’t try to slip away this time, just sighed. “Howard, I’m tired. Can’t we go home?”

“And do what?” he asked, letting go of himself.

You stuck your lower lip out and shrugged, a sure sign that if he let you drive the two of you home, you would fake a headache and send him on his way as soon as you arrived.

“You haven’t even attempted to have a good time tonight. At least let me try. Here, I bet I could win you one of those bunnies." 

He said this as you passed by one of the game stalls. This one was a little bit emptier, perhaps due to the scary-looking muscular carnie running it. The attraction was a strength tester, hammer, bell, and all, and almost all the prizes–the aforementioned pink stuffed bunnies–remained hanging from their posts at the sides of the tower.

“Howie, I don’t know…”

Your following bitten lip was the last straw. He crammed a roll of ones into the carnie’s outstretched palm, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up the waiting mallet. 

“I think I know what I’m doing,” Howard told you over his shoulder. “Everyone knows these really don’t test your strength. It’s all in where you hit the pedal. As an engineer, I know the exact place. It’s simple physics. I’m guaranteed to win you a prize.”

He swung down with all his scrawny might, then waited, watching, listening. No sound followed. No ding. The weight went up two notches, hovered there, then…fell right back down to the pedal.

“Let me guess,” growled the carnie, “y’ didn’t mean to hit it there.”

Normally, Howard would have agreed. Normally, he would have tried again and again and again until he finally managed to impress the woman he had been seeing romantically (and sexually) for a year. But this time he couldn’t. Not anymore. If this date had proven anything, it was that Howard Wolowitz could never impress a woman like [F Name] [L Name].

He set the hammer down, carefully. Then he walked over to you, carefully.

“Meet you back at the car,” he muttered as he stared past you.

To the car, however, was not where he went. A long, oppressively quiet drive back to the city wasn’t going to help matters. Nothing would. At least a plate of funnel cake would make him feel less like throwing up that corn dog from earlier, though. Or maybe more. Still couldn’t make him feel worse than Raj texting him at that exact moment to check in:

Hey, man. How’s it going with [Name]?

Terrible, Howard replied.

Doesn’t like the carnival, huh? I knew you should have listened to Penny. [Name] likes that sort of thing, too.

[Name] is nothing like Penny.

She’s exactly like Penny, and she hates the date, doesn’t she?

Fine. Yes. [Name] hates the date. Does that make you feel better about yourself?

A little bit. I always said she was too good for you.

Raj had a point. Clearly Howard had no idea what he was doing. Of course he didn’t! He’d never had a one-year anniversary in his entire life. Not that Raj had either. 

Heart sinking, Howard crammed a piece of funnel cake into his mouth. His stomach churned. If he tried to force anything else into his down his throat, it would all come out, and wasn’t that just the way he wanted you to see him before you dumped him? Better to start bracing for the inevitable breakup waiting for him in the car. He hopped off the bench to throw his plate into the overflowing trashcan nearby, only to run straight into one of those stuffed bunnies from before.

“Hey,” said a familiar voice.

Howard cast his eyes above the pink ears settled against two shapely breasts to see your face. This was of very little comfort to him, given the circumstances.

“Hey,” he answered sulkily, then brushed by to finish what he had been doing before you’d so rudely interrupted.

You followed, still clutching the rabbit. 

Howard snorted. “New boyfriend win that for you? Let me guess. He’s the carnie.”

“No.” 

Your voice was soft. Apparently you weren’t offended at the idea of sleeping with some muscle-bound weirdo, then, so long as he was muscle-bound. Howard rolled his eyes as he stalked off toward the parking lot. 

“Howie, wait,” you called after him.

Against his better judgement, he did.

You ran up, paused, then thrust the rabbit into his chest. “I won him for you.”

A sardonic smile graced his lips before he noticed that there wasn't hint of sarcasm in your eyes. In fact, they were big and wide and beautiful and how could he be mad at you when you looked at him like that?

“You…did?” he asked as he hesitantly took the stuffed animal.

You averted your eyes. “Yeah. I mean, you wanted one really badly.”

“For you! Because I wanted you to get something out of this date!”

“I know.” You took a deep breath and forced your gaze back up to him. “I did. I’m sorry. I guess I just had so many expectations about this date that I…I sort of ruined it, didn’t I?”

“A little. This is cute, though. You really won it for–for me?”

“Who else am I gonna win it for?”

“Your new boyfriend?”

You responded by punching him in the shoulder–but softly. “The only boyfriend I want is you, okay? So long as you don’t want to break up with me over me being such a brat tonight.”

His first thought was to say of course not! When was he ever going to find another girl like you to agree to spend time with him? Or have sex with him for that matter? Howard had never had any luck in that department before. But he stopped that thought dead in its tracks, because he had got a wonderful idea.

“Well,” he said, fidgeting with the rabbit’s cheap plastic eye, “I am pretty sad. I went to all this work. If you wanted to make it up to me when we got back to your apartment, I wouldn’t say no.”

“Why did I just know you were going to try to guilt me into sex?” You shook your head, but at the same time, took his hand in your of your own volition for the first time that evening. “Come on, geek. We’ve got business to take care of.”

“Yes ma’am! And Mr. Bun can watch.”

You shot him a smile. Maybe the dumping wasn't inevitable after all. You did know Howard, and he knew you. A year was a long time. There was the slimmest chance that this was how the date had been destined to go from the very beginning. He’d got one of his one year anniversary wishes in the end, and if the hanky-panky was all he got, Howard certainly wasn’t complaining.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Bruce: Can I have a bite of your food?

Natasha: Absolutely not!

Y/N: Wow. Some great couple. She won’t even share her food.

Natasha: It has avocado on it. He's allergic to avocado. Are you so jealous of our relationship that you want Bruce to die?

Y/N:

Y/N, murmuring: Yes.

[7ndipity]

(Y/n hugging Taehyung bc he was sad)

Namjoon, jealous: hey, I'm upset too, what about a hug for Joonie?

Y/n: aw sure! Tae, hug Namjoon

Namjoon:

Taehyung:

Taehyung: *tries to hug him*

Namjoon: dont-

[midnightstar-90]

In Charge

Cooper Family x Fem!Reader | Georgie Copper x Fem!Reader Taglist | Requests | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Other Actors and Characters Masterlist Requested Anonymously: “hi honey! i have no idea if your still taking requests but if you are, could you do a georgie cooper x fem!reader (where they are already dating), and that missy some how convinces everyone to pretend to be a family (like georgie’s the dad, y/n is the mum, sheldon and missy are the kids) and at the end when y/n stays over georgie tells them how great of a mum she would be and how he wants to start a family with her? just pure fluff? love your work so so much <333” Summary: The reader’s in charge and all she wants is Peace, which leads to an interesting conversation between her and Georgie. Warnings: None, really. I mean, there's fluff, but other than that... nothing really A/N: My ADHD is allowing me to write today, so that is what I shall do. This will be based before Georgie drops out of school and has a kid. And because it was an anonymous request, I couldn’t ask, but instead of playing house, I made it as the reader babysitting. That’s kind of like playing house right? I just didn’t know how to make it about them playing house without it basically being Y/N and Georgie babysitting. If you requested this and didn’t like it, I will rewrite it as them all playing house, just privately DM me, if you’d like to remain anonymous. Words: 2.4K

“Alright, everyone, I’m headed to the store,” Mary said as she exited her room. She made her way through the living room seeing Y/N and Georgie cuddled up on the couch, flipping through channels with no one else in sight.

Mary turned to Georgie and asked, “Where’s your father?”

Georgie’s eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as he gave his mother a shrug of the shoulders. Y/N saw this and slapped Georgie’s shoulder with a hard glare. “Georgie, it’s disrespectful to ignore your mother,” the teenage girl said sternly.

“Ow!” Georgie exclaimed, looking away from the TV to observe his arm for a bruise. When he realized he was okay, he looked up, looking between his girlfriend and his mother. “I didn’t ignore her. I said that I didn’t know.”

Y/N glared and rolled her eyes at the boy before looking over at her boyfriend’s mother. “I don’t know where he went, but he was grumbling about having a hard day,” She said, answering Mary for Georgie. Mary thanked the girl before continuing into the kitchen with a scoff. She mumbled her husband’s name, annoyed, and called out, “Y/N’s in charge.” Georgie’s eyes instantly went wide in shock as he stared wide-eyed at the kitchen entrance, unable to actually see his mother from his current position. Y/N sat next to him with a smirk as they heard the sound of keys jingling and a door closing.

As soon as the door closed, Sheldon stormed out of his room, looking as if he was about to blow his top. “Mom!” He loudly called out, not receiving an answer. 

Georgie paid no mind to the boy, instead bringing him back to the television as if nothing happened. Y/N looked over at the boy with caring eyes and said, “She just left. What’s up, bud.”

“Do you know when she’ll be back?” Sheldon asked frantically.

“No, I don’t. I’m sorry. Is it something I can help with?”

Sheldon hesitated, not knowing if he trusted Y/N enough to help him. He wasn’t used to going to people outside of his family for help. He huffed, “Missy took my Flash action figure, and she won’t give it back.”

Y/N stood from her spot on the couch. Georgie gave her a quick look and then turned back to the TV. “I’m sure Missy wasn’t trying to intentionally upset you, Sheldon,” The girl reassured him in a soft voice.

Sheldon gave Y/N a blank stare. “Have you met my sister?”

She chuckled and said, “Come on. Let’s see for ourselves.”

She followed Sheldon to his shared room, leaving Georgie alone on the couch. As they entered, the two spotted Missy sitting on her bed playing with a Barbie doll and Sheldon’s Flash action figure.”

“See!” Sheldon exclaimed, pointing directly at his twin.

Y/N let out a small “mhm” as she moved to sit on Missy’s bed, next to her. “Hi, Missy.”

“Hi,” She responded, continuing to play with the doll and action figure. (I know there are people who would ridicule me if I put the action figure in the “dolls” category, so I’ll leave it at that.)

“Whatcha doing?”

“Playing.”

Y/N heard a frustrated groan behind her and quietly sighed.

“Missy?” Y/N spoke a bit more sternly than before.

“Hmm.” Missy looked up at the older girl.

“Did you take Sheldon’s to-”

“Action figure,” Sheldon cut the girl off to correct her.

“Did you take your brother’s Action Figure without asking?” Y/N asked. The younger girl gave the teenager an apologetic frown as she slowly placed the dolls on the bed. Sheldon swooped in behind the girl and snatched his Flash action figure from off of his twin’s bed.

“It’s not very nice to take people’s things without asking. What if Sheldon did it to you?”

“I’d punch him in the face,” Missy Responded. 

Y/N scolded Missy, causing her to shy away. “Apologise to your brother.”

“But-”

“I said apologise.”

“This isn’t fair.”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology to me,” Y/N said, still scolding the child in front of her. She heard a snicker behind her and slowly turned to face Sheldon. Sheldon jumped. His smile was replaced with a look of fright. “Something funny?” Y/N asked the boy. She was now scolding him, but it was the frightening position the girl was in that really scared him. Her body was facing his sister, whilst her head faced him. He felt as if he were staring into the eyes of an owl that looked like his brother’s girlfriend.

He quickly shook his head. “No. No problem.”

“I don’t think laughing at someone who is trying to apologize is really respectful. I think you both should apologize to each other,” She ordered. The room went silent for a second before the two suddenly began to speak, simultaneously.

“I’m sorry for taking your stupid doll without asking.”

“I’m sorry for laughing at your terrible excuse for an apology.”

Y/N looked between the two in utter shock. How can they both be this bad at apologizing? She shrugged it off as she stood up from her sitting position. “Well, it wasn’t the best, but we’ll get there.  For now, I don’t want to hear any more about this Flash doll-”

“Action figure.”

“Whatever! I don’t want to hear about it anymore, okay? The two nodded and the girl took that as her cue to go. She went back into the living room to see Georgie still watching TV. She scoffed, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.

As she approached her spot on the couch, Georgie looked up, finally noticing her. “Hey, you’re back,” Georgie said with a smile. “I kept your seat warm for you.” He patted the spot where she sat, earlier. 

Y/N looked down at the couch cushion in disgust. “Literally or figuratively, because I told you last time that that was gro-”

“Relax. It was figurative. Geez, you do one thing as a joke, and suddenly you’re labeled for life.”

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend's dramatics as she joined him on the couch. Georgie looked over at the girl, admiring everything about her. In his mind, he saw Y/N as the prettiest girl in the universe. No one compared to the girl when it came to looks, smarts, and her nurturing personality. 

He wrapped his arm around the girl and pulled her into his chest. “You know, I think you would make an amazing mother one day,” Georgie said, catching Y/N off guard. She lifted her head off of her boyfriend’s chest so that she could look at him.

“Wow! Where did that come from?”

“I’ve seen you with my family, and despite how messed up it is, you manage to wedge yourself into everyone’s heart one way or another. Not to mention the fact that I heard how you handled Sheldon and Missy, just now. That’s something I’ve only seen my mother do and succeed. But in my opinion, you did it best,” Georgie said. Y/N’s heart was racing as watched and listened to Georgie speak about her. Tears brimmed her eyes as she gave the boy a loving smile before giving him a quick kiss.

“Awe, Georgie. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me.”

“Well, it���s true.”

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’ll be an amazing father.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Y/N chuckled. The two pulled each other in super close for a tight hug. Y/N’s head, once again rested on Georgie’s chest. She closed her eyes as she took in the aroma of her boyfriend’s cologne. Georgie placed a kiss on top of her head, wishing that this moment would never end.

When they pulled out of the hug, Y/N moved slightly away from the boy, so that she could get a better look at him. She wore a mischievous smirk as she asked, “When you thought of me as a mother, what did you envision?”

She chuckled as she watched Georgie think for a second. “I saw you… as my wife. And in your arms, we have a son, who you can never put down because he loves his momma so much that if you try to put him down, he screams. And don’t get me started on the sleeping situation.” Y/N laughed, making Georgie smile. She motioned for Georgie to continue. “Okay, well we also have 4 other kids.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide in astonishment. “5 kids? You think of us having 5 kids?” 

“And a dog. Anyways there’s little Joanne, but she goes by “Jo”. She’s a tomboy and a daddy’s girl at the same time. Then there is Tommy. He’s a year older than Jo, and he’s tough. If you mess with his siblings you are in a world of hurt.”

Y/N nodded her head, saying a small “okay,” as she continued to listen. “The oldest two are Fawn and Sam. Their completely different, but the two are always together, which sometimes leads to fighting. That’s where you, the mamma bear come in. You know all your kids, and you know how to easily tame them.”

“I like it,” Y/N chuckled. “Now I don’t know if I can handle 5 kids, but I love your idea of what our family would look like in about 20-30 years.”

“Hold on. You want to wait until we're in our 30’s and 40’s to have kids?”

“Sorta. I mean having all those kids is gonna take time. And how will we support them if we aren’t stable? You can take care of kids all day, but who is gonna provide? Kids are expensive, Georgie. You gotta feed them, clothe them, put them through school, take them to the doctor. You need money for all of those things.”

“And I can do that,” Georgie added. “I’m gonna be the moneymaker. I’ll have a job that pays well, and move us into a nice, big house.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“I don’t want to be a housewife. I want to have my own job. And why do you get to be the main source of income?” 

“First off, I didn’t say you had to be a housewife. You can have a job, but I want to be the one who gives you everything you want. I want to take care of you and to do that, I work hard, maybe even owning my own company.”

“Businessman. I can somewhat see it.”

“Well, I will be. That’s how we can afford everything because my business is booming,” Georgie assured the girl. Her smile remained on her face, getting wider and wider as they went deeper into their hypothetical future together.

The two continue to talk for a few more minutes as the sound of feet walking across the floor gets closer and closer to them. The sound eventually stops behind Y/N. Georgie looks up and glares at the person who interrupted their moment together. “What now, Sheldon?” Georgie asked with a touch of irritation.

“I’m hungry,” Sheldon spoke. Y/N turned to look at the boy.

Georgie responded to Sheldon, “You’re smart, don’t you know how to make you a sandwich?” Y/N kicked Georgie’s leg, receiving a small “ow” from the older boy.

“Sheldon, your mom went to the store. I’m sure she’ll be back soon and she will start on dinner.”

“But I’m hungry now.”

“Sheldon, if you eat now, then you are gonna spoil your appetite. And you know more than anyone that it takes longer than an hour or two to digest your food, so why don’t you go back in your room, and wait.”

“Okay,” Sheldon sighed as he made his way back to his room.

“See! You just tamed a wild Sheldon, that’s almost impossible.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Georgie’s comment.

“Y/N!” Missy called out walking into the living room. Y/N watched the younger girl walk in with an arm full of dolls. “Y/N, will you play with me? I’m bored, and I have no one to play with.”

“Sure,” Y/N agreed, giving Missy a beaming smile. She moved off the couch. “What? Nooo! Where are you going?” Georgie asked, frowning up at his girlfriend as she moved farther and farther away from him. Missy quickly grabbed Y/N’s hand with her free hand and started pulling her toward her room. Y/N looked back at Georgie and whispered “Sorry,” whilst laughing at Georgie’s expression.

Georgie eventually left the couch and went to his room. He was jealous of the fact that Missy and Sheldon had basically hogged up all their time together. He aggressively flopped on his bed and opened up the magazine he was reading before Y/N came over.

His door was open, in case Y/N got bored of playing dolls with Missy and wanted to join him. So when Mary walked into the house and dropped her keys in the key bowl, Georgie heard it. Y/N must have heard also, because as soon as he heard his mother grunt, probably from bringing in groceries, Y/N rushed out of the room and graciously helped the woman.

Georgie stood from his bed and curiously entered the kitchen. He watched Mary and Y/N laugh as they walked back into the house with the groceries. “I must admit Y/N since Georgie has started seeing you, he’s been different.” Y/N looked up at the woman with a frown. “No! Not in a bad way. He’s kinder and a bit more respectful. And look at this house! Usually, I come home and there is something that needs cleaning up, and today, it’s just as I left it.”

“Well, thank you, Mrs. Cooper. We did have some issues, but it was quickly resolved and the peace was restored.”

“Oh, you don’t have to think of me. You did an excellent job. I hope one day I get to call you my daughter-in-law.”

“Awe. Stop Mrs. Copper. You’re gonna make me cry,” She said, fanning her bright red face. Georgie saw the tears lining her eyes from where he stood.

The front door opened, revealing George walking into the house in his work clothes. He saw Georgie standing in the kitchen watching his mother and girlfriend interact. “What are you doing?” He asked his son as he approached.

“Mom and Y/N are… bonding? I don’t actually know what’s happening,” Georgie said with a shrug of his shoulders.

George chuckled and clapped his hand against his son’s back. “From me to you, good luck. You’re gonna need it.” And with that, George was gone, leaving a confused Georgie alone with his thoughts.

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[bellarkeselection]

Hiii!! I saw that you wrote for Georgie Cooper from you Sheldon and I was wondering if you would write for him again 😊 Can I get Georgie with a latina gf that loves to cook, whenever she goes over to his house she's always bringing food from her culture (I'm Mexican so Mexican food ofc) .

Culture Cooking

I am not Latina so I hope I wrote this correctly 🤗 and a very short request in my opinion but I hope you still enjoy

Coming out of Missy’s room that used to be Georgie’s old bedroom, I had decided to get up early and make the family breakfast. I had stayed the night after my date with her older brother, and we didn’t get back till really late, so she said I could sleep over in her room. Walking down the small hallway and into the kitchen, I got lost in thought, thinking of the ingredients that I needed. I have been bringing over some spices and stuff when I would come over here. I loved cooking for Georgie, and he always seemed to enjoy my family's food. “Hey…uh what are you doing up this early?”

Whipping my head around away from the stove I saw Georgie stumbling his way into the kitchen. “Oh hey. I thought I’d make the family my kind of breakfast.”

“Sweet.” He smiled sitting down at the table watching me go back to cooking. My family had moved to Texas after my father got a new job here being the assistant principal.

One day after I was leaving from English class I had been walking down the hallway and accidentally bumped into Georgie. All of our notebooks went flying and that’s how we met basically. Turning the oven off I put the whole meal together on a plate and slid it across the table to him. “I present to you one of my families favorite things to eat for breakfast.”

“Woah this smells really good.” Georgie gave me praise picking up his fork and dove right in. He took a big bite making the same noise he does whenever his Meemaw makes brisket for dinner that he loves.

Georgie stared at me with a mouth full of food. “So what’s in this?”

“Let’s see it’s a fried tortilla topped with salsa. And there’s eggs, pulled chicken, cream cheese and bean included inside it too.” I chuckled sitting down and taking some bites out of the one I had made for myself with him.

Georgie took a few minutes to finish his food wiping some sauce that was left on his plate. I bite my lip trying not to laugh at seeing some cream in his hair where I moved one hand up wiping it away. “Awe dang it! I guess you are a really good cook if I get it in my hair.” He chuckled back at me.

“Yeah suppose so.” I responded moving our plates off the table hearing someone else entering the kitchen seeing it was Missy.

She squealed hugging me by the waist. “Hi Y/n. What did you make for breakfast?”

“She made a fried tortilla.” Her older brother said forking some more from the pan onto his plate.

Missy gave me a confused look. “A fried tortilla?”

“Yes but it’s actually called Chilaquiles.” I told her before she sat down and I made her a plate of her own.

Georgie finished his second plate putting his plate up in the sink then came over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me closer to his chest with that same cheeky grin. “Even if I can’t pronounce your food half the time. You’re still a really good cook. Everybody in the family enjoys it. So thank you for this and all the other meals.”

“You’re welcome, Georgie. I always love cooking for y’all.” Draping my arms over his shoulders I grinned up at him kissing him slowly where he tightened his hands around me deepening the kiss.

He moved one hand into my hair and the other on my waist. We we’re getting caught up in the kiss that we almost wound have gone further if it wasn’t for his sister being in the kitchen with us. “Eww. If I knew you two were going to kiss after you ate I would have eaten my breakfast in front of the tv.” Missy made a look of discomfort.

“Awe I’m sorry Missy. I can’t help if he’s a good kisser and likes my food at the same time.” I shrugged my shoulders with him draping an arm over my shoulder so I laid my head on his shoulder since he was slightly taller than I was.

Georgie looped our hands together sending me a smirk. “Best of both words, my darling. You’re pretty awesome Y/n.”

“Stop being cute or I’m gonna barf my food.” She whined at us with her tounge sticking out.

I gasped remembering that their parents were already at work for the day so that left Sheldon in our care. Snapping my fingers at Missy I questioned his twin sister worried he needed to eat. “Missy, go tell your brother that I made breakfast.”

“Sheldon, Y/n made breakfast!” She spun around in her seat hollering towards their bedroom causing me and her older brother to start cracking up in laughter. Squeezing Georgie’s hand in mine I always enjoyed anytime I got to cook for this family.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[of-many-incorrect-quotes]

Jake: *after meeting Y/N for the first time* Our children will be smart and beautiful

Bradley: Not to mention imaginary

[sandwitchstories]

Father's Day Edition: Dad!Sukuna Head Canons

In celebration of Father's day, I give you my first ever head canon post! Just some of my day dreams of Sukuna as a daddy

If you prefer to read on AO3 click here !

(I dedicate this one to @eevees-hobbies as she inspired me!)

Soft Sukuna, warm Sukuna, little ball of rage...

Dad!Sukuna - who was unamused when you once told him that he was no longer going to be the ‘King of Curses’ but the ‘King of Dirty Diapers and Sleepless Nights’ (He was even less amused when he learned how accurate this was)

Dad!Sukuna - who looked terrified the first time you placed your newborn daughter into his arms. She did look even smaller when being held by his massive, four armed frame

Dad!Sukuna - who is the ultimate ‘put the baby to sleep’ champion, with 4 arms to alternate holding and rocking with. Though you are pretty sure most of it has to do with she is a total daddy’s girl already

Dad!Sukuna - who has bottle fed your daughter on his throne, telling her gently how beautiful she was and reminding her she could do anything as she was the Princess of Curses. (you were going to have to talk about THAT nick name…)

Dad!Sukuna - who was the first person your daughter smiled at and laughed at. He had blinked back tears on both occasions. (He would rather be flayed alive than admit it,)

Dad!Sukuna - who came home after several days away to find his daughter taking several wobbly steps towards him all on her own. He had rushed forward to catch her before she could touch the floor, scooping her up into his arms and telling her he was proud of her. (Something he said often and it made your heart swell every time.)

Dad!Sukuna - who grins from ear to ear as he watches his daughter ride on Uraume’s back as his servant moves back and forth across the room. (How they manage to put so much disdain into their horrible 'neighs' is still a mystery, but only adds to the humor of the sight)

Dad!Sukuna - who, when your daughter said ‘Da’ for the first time, had tried to get her to say it again for the next 10 minutes, calling her a brat and holding her up by the back of her onesie as she giggled loudly (he claimed in defiance) and refused. (Her father’s daughter already)

Dad!Sukuna - who lets his daughter paint all 20 of his fingers and 10 of his toes.

Dad!Sukuna - who sits on the floor with a floral bonnet on his head and a teeny tiny porcelain cup filled with water in his gigantic hand as he attends the most important meetings of his life. Tea parties with his daughter

Dad!Sukuna - who holds his daughter’s tiny hands in his as she stands on his feet, laughing and encouraging him to sway to the song that is playing on the mix list

Dad!Sukuna - who will let his daughter fall asleep in the comfort of her father’s arms as much as possible. You have never seen him so relaxed or his soul so… quiet… as when the two of them are cuddled and resting together. 

Dad!Sukuna - who was an unwanted child, and never wanted a child, but is the best father in the world. Sure he talks tough, but his daughter already knows to ignore it. He treats you like a queen even more so now that she is here, determined to show her how a woman should be treated. 

Dad!Sukuna - who will forever treasure the first father’s day card you ever gave him, with her tiny hand print inside. 

Dad!Sukuna - who for the first time in his very long life, wishes time would slow down and his daughter could stay this little forever.

[qtkat]

experiments tainted by valium ⋆·˚ ༘ *

gender: not specified

pairing: sheldon cooper x reader

word count: 1739 (short n’ sweet)

notes: i haven’t published anything i’ve written in a while and i’ve been a bit stuck with my other projects so i thought i’d mix it up! it’s pretty obvious but this is set in s2e1 when sheldon comes home after howard gives him valium lmao. i really just wrote this for me tbh so if you read this i hope you enjoy xx <3

just thinking about how happy sheldon is when he sees you standing in the door of his apartment, having already forgotten howard’s existence as his eyes meet yours. he stumbles into the apartment, letting out a drawn out and high-pitched “hey!”

they -his eyes- look a little clouded over to you, and you raise a brow incredulously at your jewish friend who’s standing next to him, while simultaneously trying to get your very tall friend to stand up straight on his own. “there she is! my ole’ neighbor turned temporary roommate,” sheldon continues while stumbling past you, taking small steps through the room, looking around a little bewildered.

glaring sleepily, your eyes in two slits, you cross your arms at howard. “what did you do?” you asked a little confused as to why sheldon got dumped back here when he was the one who wanted to move out in the first place.

sighing while keeping his eyes on sheldon howard began to explain, “koothrappali dumped him on me and he couldn’t get to sleep, so i gave him a glass of warm milk with a handful of my mom’s valium in it.” he said as if this happened standardly.

now both of your eyebrows were up at your hairline and you looked at howard with wide eyes, leaned forward a little. “and he still wouldn’t shut up, so�� tag, you’re it!” he finishes by unceremoniously dropping sheldon’s bag onto the floor and immediately making his way down the stairs.

you looked after him for a second before looking back towards the beanstalk of a man now leaning on his desk with a hand propped up onto his hip. “i’m back” he sing-song’ed happily, letting a rare smile peek through in his drugged state.

you close the door with a sigh and start walking towards the living room in tandem with sheldon. “not like i even knew why you left in the first place” you reply dryly, but as per usual he doesn’t pick up on it and just lowers himself onto the chair’s armrest. “i can’t tell you” he replies, piquing your interest.

now the gears in your head started turning, maybe still a little groggily since you’d just gotten woken up by your drugged neighbor and annoyed friend, but they were moving. you needed to know what made him leave, you knew he hated change so it was either something really serious or something really stupid. your undergrad in psychology should probably help you get to the core of it.

you take a seat opposite him on the living room’s coffee table and look up at him, “why not?” you inquired softly, “i promised penny,” he breathed out, breaking eye contact and letting his head fall back a bit.

“you promised penny what?” you could feel yourself getting closer, subconsciously leaning forward a bit so you could hear anything coming out of his mouth, since he didn’t have a very right grasp on what would and wouldn’t.

“i wouldn’t tell you the secret.” he mumbled, but you heard it nonetheless. he let himself fall back into the chair and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t currently on a personal mission to find out what penny was telling sheldon behind your back. “shh!” he interjected the silence with a finger on his lips, looking at you with wide-blown eyes.

you stood up and took a seat on the brown chair next to his now and tried keeping his attention on you while you moved, batting your eyes at him sickly sweet while he moved to sit upright, you placed your hand on his chair’s armrest. “what secret, shelly?”

he turned now to look at you seriously, a pout on his face that made something in the back of your mind scream adorable but which you pushed away leveling his stare with one of your own.

you hoped the use of his nickname would make him trust you more and tell him the secret, but apparently it worked a bit too well and you skipped straight towards the family secrets instead. “mom smokes in the car,” he pauses and you give him a confounded look, brows furrowed. “jesus is okay with it but we can’t tell dad.” he shakes his head at the last part, making you heave a sigh and drop your head in your hands.

you wouldn’t give up yet, however. “not that one dear, the other secret.” you tried getting him back on track but this just resulted in him lowering his voice an octave and whisper-yelling “i’m batman!” while shushing your ‘no’s afterward once more.

“sheldon come on! work with me here.” you moved your chair closer to his and looked him straight in the eye. “you said that penny told you a secret, will you tell me it shelley?” you begged, putting on your best puppy dog eyes with scrunched eyebrows combo and started smiling when he threw his head back with a sigh. “alright i’ll tell you,” he replied, making you celebrate silently with yourself, “but you can’t tell leonard.” you nodded happily along with him.

“my lips are sealed” you smiled out, sitting up a bit straighter, ready for the secret that made sheldon want to move out. “penny lied about finishing community college, because she’s afraid she’s not smart enough for leonard.” he finishes by looking at his hand and moving it around in his field of vision.

you kept looking at him, a little disappointed that was all. “and.. that’s it?” you asked, and he looked back at you, leaving his hand alone again. “i drank milk that tasted funny,” he said, making you come back to your senses and give him an apologetic smile.

“d’you need me to help you get to bed?” you offered, making him scrunch his eyebrows at you in distaste. “don’t be silly, i want to stay up with you.” he stated, catching you by surprise.

you knew sheldon didn’t dislike you, he said hi to you at work, he let you eat dinner at his house, hell- he even let you stay there right now while the apartment manager was fixing your broken window. but evading his rigorous sleep schedule? that made you stop in your tracks a bit. “wha- uh- why?” you tried to speak, sputtering out a response to keep him awake.

he let his head fall back again, his eyes closed and a smile took over his face — it was honestly a bit freaky, but mostly just endearing. “you are very endearing when you’re half asleep” he mumbles out, letting his words linger in the air a bit. your eyes are blown wide and you try to find a response, but you only manage to open and close your mouth like a fish on dry land.

his eyes open and he lets his head loll to the side, looking at you with a dopey expression on his face, “and you called me shelley,” he said. you’d never heard his voice so soft, so without ridicule, it was weird and it made your insides warm. “usually no one can call me that.” he continued, your face slowly heating up in what you assumed was embarrassment.

“but you’re inexplicable y/n.” he sits up a little straighter now, eyes still a little glazed over but determined nonetheless. “anyone else calls me shelley, i don’t like it, but when you do, i do. when someone else needs a place to stay i don’t want them here, but when you do, i do.” he explains softly, trying to reason with himself.

you know you shouldn’t listen to him right now, it’s late and you’re both tired — and more importantly he’s on drugs, but you can’t help but want to grab this moment with him, scared there won’t be any more chances to shoot your shot with the stoic man.

“sheldon?” you ask, but he shakes his head in that disappointed way you’re so used to and corrects you.“shelley.” he interjects matter of factly, and you continue. “alright- shelley, can i preform an experiment?” you ask, shifting a little closer towards him again. he thinks on it for a second before snickering like a kid and and smiling your way. “i love experiments!” he cheered.

“alright” you begin, shifting a little in your seat. “take note of how you’re feeling right now- physically.” you instruct and he nods along. there’s a small pause before he motions with his hand for you to continue.“my data suggests,” you take a deep breath, this is it, “that this would make your heartbeat increase.” you state as he looks at you confused. “my heartbe-” he starts but is cut off by your lips on his, your eyes sewn tightly shut, not wanting to see his reaction just yet.

you stay like that for a moment, unmoving and a little rigid but feeling his soft lips on yours, then you move away, eyes still closed. a couple beats of silence pass before sheldon lets out a “woah” which makes you open one eye cautiously. his eyes are blown wide and his cheeks have a little bit of a blush spreading along their surface, his hand is placed over his heart and he looks at you wordlessly, mouth hanging open slightly.

both of you blink at each other and you swallow a little loudly. you clear your throat a little, “was my hypothesis correct, shelley?” you ask softly, your voice raw with emotion as the man before you just nods in shell-shock. “i believe so,” he stutters out meekly, hand still gripping his pajama shirt.

“well, then why don’t you ponder the implications this has on its field while i.. go..” you rasp out, trying to make this make sense to sheldon’s impossible brain, which seemed a success at his small nod and now finally closed mouth.

you stand up fast and make your way towards leonard’s room where your air mattress resided because even if sheldon wasn’t home people ‘aren’t supposed to be in his room’ and you closed the door softly behind you, leaving a star-struck physicist alone in his living room looking at the empty chair before him, trying to sort out feelings he’d never felt before.

he looked towards leonard’s door and back towards where you’d been sitting just moments before, his stomach fluttering as he thought back to his first kiss from just seconds ago.

“oh dear”

[starwarsnerd111]

"Soft kitty" - Big Bang Theory Sheldon x dying!cancer!reader

A/N - Be prepared for a lot of agnst

Warning - Death of reader, cancer, hospitals, collapsing, agnst

☆°♤♡◇♧°☆

It was a normal old day for you.

Walk to work, do work, then walk back to the apartment.

But obviously life had different plans. You actually collapsed while going back to the apartment.

-Sheldon point of view-

I was doing what I usually did after work on a Wednesday when Leonard came rushing in with a very worried face.

"What's the problem now Leonard?" I asked sharply

Leonard gulped and didn't meet my eyes. "Y/N.... She... collapsed on the way back home, and is in the hospital now."

I snapped my head towards Leonard. Y/N? Collapsing? It's not possible. She's the healthiest person I know! "What are you waiting for!? Let's go!"

☆°♤♡◇♧°☆ Timeskip ☆°♤♡◇♧°☆

Great. Just great. Here you were, laying in a Hospital bed, with only 3 days to live thanks to cancer. Unfortunately for you, the cancer was caught to late.

Soon enough, Sheldon was bursting into your room, taking in your sickly pale figure. Your tangled hair that looks like a bird nest, the many machines attached to you.

"What happened?" Sheldon asked, or more like demanded.

You sighed softly. "Apparently I collapsed on my way to the apartment, and the cause of it is cancer."

Sheldon frowned and looked at you. "Cancer? Y-you will get better right?"

You smiled sadly. "Unfortunately, no. They caught it too late." You said, wiping a tear away. "I'm dying Sheldon."

Sheldon took your hand. "Then I'll stay with you for the rest of your life."

You smiled. "Thanks Shelly."

☆°♤♡◇♧°☆ Skipping to the day you die because I'm so fucking tired and can't think ☆°♤♡◇♧°☆

You were close to death. Everyone around you knew it.

You looked worse than what you looked like when you came in. So pale, you could be mistaken for sour cream. You looked so fragile that it looked as if you could break at the slightest touch.

There was one good thing though. Sheldon stayed with you for the whole time. I mean, what did you expect from your boyfriend?

You did have one final wish before you left though;

"Sheldon." You croaked weakly, making the man in question snap his head towards you. "Sing me soft kitty please."

Sheldon smiled sadly and nodded.

"Soft kitty,

Warm kitty,

Little ball of fur.

Happy kitty,

Sleepy kitty,

Pur, pur, pur."

He kept singing, ignoring the cracks in his voice as he watched you slowly slip into death.

He only finished singing when he heard the heart rate monitor flatline, and your breathing still.

"Goodbye Y/N. Thank you for the best 4 years of my life." Sheldon whispered to you as doctors rushed in.

☆°♤♡◇♧°☆

Welp, there you go. Angst wrapped up in sadness that's wrapped up in tears.

[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.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Wade: Never have I ever… been arrested.

Y/N: So I drink?

Sam: No, it’s only if you’ve done it.

Y/N: Got it.

Y/N: [drinks]

Kate: I can’t believe you’ve been arrested!

Y/N: I can’t believe Wade hasn’t.

[7ndipity]

Yoongi: you're giving me a sticker?

Y/n: not just any sticker. It's a sticker with a cat saying "me-wow!"

Yoongi: ...

Yoongi: I'm not a preschooler

Y/n: alright fine, I'll take it back-

Yoongi: no, I earned this, fuck off!

[midnightstar-90]

A Damsel In Distress

Georgie Cooper x Fem! Reader Taglist | Request | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Other Actors/Characters Masterlist Requested Anonymously: "Hi, i was wondering if you could do Georgie cooper x reader who has an abusive father or smt and he helps her, tries to get her to move in with him to his family house and after his begging for weeks she finally agrees? Thank you if you do." Summary: When Georgie finds you on his porch bleeding and bruised, he finds the need to avenge you. Warnings: Abuse, Slut Shaming, Angst, Protective! Georgie, Not Proofread Words: 2.4K

Georgie Cooper may not be the smartest man alive, but when it came to the people he loved, he was protective of them. So when you showed up at the Cooper residence all beaten up, you were nervous.

About a year ago, your dad lost his job and ended up spending his days and nights drinking his life away. Since then, he'd found a new job, but the drinking never stopped.

As time went by, drinking led to harmless fits of rage to you and your mother hiding away in a room until your father fell asleep. Trying your best to get away from your father, you joined after-school clubs and helped tutor kids.

That's how you met Georgie.

Georgie was failing almost half of his classes, and if he wanted to stay on the football team, he had to get his F's to at least a C. So, he asked around, and everyone he talked to said that besides Sheldon, you were the one to go to. And he did.

Surprisingly enough, you and Georgie got along. The two of you worked hard, and as his grades got to where he needed them, you still kept in touch. You would have lunch with him and his friends, and sometimes join him at the movies. You two even became each other's wingman, with him giving you advice on boys and you vice versa.

All was good until the day you allowed Georgie to walk you home. Being the gentleman he was, Georgie walked you home every day, but the home he was walking you to was actually a few blocks down from your own. You told him that was your house because you didn't want to risk your father finding out that you were friends with a guy.

But today was different. You and Georgie had just left the movies and you both couldn't stop talking about it on your journey home.

"Did you see that alien?" Georgie laughed.

"Yes, oh my goodness. When it first came onto the screen I was so scared," You said, with a soft laugh.

Georgie looked over at you. Still holding the theater popcorn, he popped a handful into his mouth and began making weird creature sounds, which startled you a bit. You jumped and released a scream.

Georgie laughed harder than before and shook his head. "It's so easy," he said, talking about how easy it was to scare you. You teasingly punched him with a long grin before grabbing some popcorn.

Unknowingly, you and Georgie had passed up the house you had told him was your house and were quickly making your way to your actual home.

When you arrived at your house, your smile was gone as you quickly realized your mistake.

"Oh, dang it!" Georgie said, flinging his arms in the air in disappointment. "We passed your house."

You worriedly looked at the door to your house, ignoring the boy next to you. "You should go," you told Georgie as you noticed the living room curtains abruptly shut.

"What?" Georgie asked, confused.

Georgie looked over at you to see that the playful smile that you once wore was replaced with a sunken frown and a look of fear in your eyes. He followed your line of sight to see your home.

"Y/N, this isn't your home. I'm not leaving you to walk the streets alone at night."

Your lip quivered as you continued to stare at the window. "Georgie, go home," you muttered, but Georgie just shook his head.

"Y/N, what's going on. This-"

"This is my home, Georgie! Now please... leave."

Your fear overwhelmed you as you watched a dark figure walk past the window. Georgie looked back at you confused. He knew you wouldn't move until he left, so even though he didn't want to, he did as he was told and left.

He turned and left, only looking back when he got to the end of the street. He looked back and watched as you entered the dark house. An uneasy feeling washed over Georgie, but he continued home, waiting till tomorrow to ask his questions.

———

Georgie had only been home an hour when he heard the doorbell. He ignored the door and continued reading his magazine. He questioned who would be coming over at 10 o'clock at night. His door was cracked open as he heard his mother answer the door.

"Y/N?" he heard his mother ask, slightly worried, making his head poke up from behind his magazine. Georgie slowly stood from his bed as he wondered why you would be here after he left you at what was actually your home.

Georgie walked into the living room and froze.

You stood at the door with messed up hair, a black eye, and ripped-up clothes. Your eyes met his, and suddenly, he understood why you were so scared, earlier.

"Y/N?" Georgie called out your name as he walked over to you. You were shaking, which Mary had quickly noticed.

"Here... let's get you out of the cold and inside." Mary softly grabbed your arm and moved you into their home before closing the door. She led you to the couch and Georgie followed close behind you.

"George!" Mary called out for her husband.

A few seconds later a slightly annoyed George Cooper exited his room. "What," he said, a bit aggressively, causing Y/N to flinch.

"Oh dear," Mary said after seeing Y/N's reaction. "George, grab the first aid kit. I'm gonna put some soup on."

"Why?" George said, confused, stepping into the living room. His eyes shifted from his wife to the figure on the couch. He moved closer to get a better look at who was on the couch. When he saw it was Y/N, George was in shock. "Y/N? What happened?"

"I would like to know that as well," Georgie said, standing behind his parents with his arms crossed. He kept his gaze strictly on Y/N. Georgie was angry. Not at Y/N, but at whoever did this.

"Yes, I would like to know that as well, but can we at least stitch her up first," Mary said before leaving for the kitchen.

"Oh, right," George agreed, leaving to grab the first aid.

With his parents gone, Georgie took the opportunity to talk to you alone. He slowly stepped forward, joining you on the couch. Georgie opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, you laid your head on his shoulder as you silently cried.

"Who did this to you?" Georgie asked in a soft tone.

On the outside, Georgie was prepared to do whatever to help you feel better, but on the inside, Georgie was angry. He wanted to kill whoever did this to you. You were everything to Georgie. If he could, he'd give you the world.

You closed your eyes and sniffled before answering the boy. "My dad," you whispered. Your cries became louder, making Georgie tense up. Unsure what to do, he placed a loving kiss on your forehead and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

He did this for a few minutes before George came back with the first aid kit and a wet cloth.

"Okay. It took me a second, but I finally found it," George said, kneeling down in front of you. "Mind telling us what happened?" George asked, as he grabbed her arm and started wiping off the blood.

You hesitated. Just thinking about what happened brought you into a spiral. But Georgie quickly calmed you down by calmly running his fingers through your hair, trying to fix what your dad messed up.

"My dad is an alcoholic," you started. "He has been for a year. And it wasn't until recently that he started getting... physical."

"Your dad did this?" George asked. You nodded, and George went back to cleaning you up.

Mary soon came into the room with a bowl of soup. "Here you go, darling?" She placed the bowl on the side table and stood next to her kneeling husband.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cooper," you gave her a small smile, before continuing. "Anyways, I started joining after-school activities to get away from all the chaos. That's how I met Georgie."

"Wait. So this has been going on since before you met Georgie," Mary asked with a frown. You nodded.

"I didn't want Georgie to get hurt. So, when he asked if he could walk me home, I told him a fake address, so my father wouldn't see him. But today, the night got ahead of us and we passed the house we were supposed to stop at."

Georgie was livid. You were so scared of your father that you lied to protect him. No one should have to avoid their own home.

"We stopped in front of my house, and my father saw."

You paused and suddenly, more tears started flooding your eyes. You tried to speak, but your throat felt tight. Georgie rubbed your back and calmly waited. It took you a minute, but you were finally able to talk again.

"I made sure Georgie left before going into the house, where I knew he was waiting for me. My dad can be unpredictable when he drinks and I didn't want him to attack Georgie."

You wiped your eyes as you kept your gaze down toward your lap.

"When I entered he was just sitting there in the dark... Waiting. When he started talking to me, I knew by his soft voice that I would be in trouble, so I did exactly as he said and answered all his questions truthfully."

You paused, taking a deep breath.

"He grabbed me by the throat and called me a "slut". But it didn't stop there..."

"Oh, lord," Mary muttered to herself.

"When he finally let go of me, he punched me so hard that I fell to the ground. Then he climbed on top of me and began to rip up my clothes. He said that if I was going to be a slut, then I needed to look the part. As he tore up my clothes, I could feel his nails ripping into my skin, hence the scratches."

You paused again, sobbing into your hand.

It took everything in Georgie not to go to your house and teach your father a lesson about treating girls, especially daughters, but he kept his composure.

"I tried to scream for help, but no one came. I saw my mom standing in the doorway, but she didn't do anything. She just stood there... watching. When my dad was done, he dragged me out of the house and locked me out. That's when I decided to come here."

"Oh, you poor thing," Mary frowned with a hand over her chest. She moved toward you and pulled you out of Georgie's arms and into hers. She held you tight as you sobbed loudly against her shirt.

"It's really terrible that you had to go through all that. You don't deserve that. No one does," George said, throwing in his two cents.

Georgie stood from his spot on the couch. "I wanna kill him!" Georgie said, making his way to the door, but he was quickly stopped by his father's grip on his arm. "We're not killing anybody," George said, but that didn't stop Georgie from wanting to go over to your house and beat the living daylights out of your father.

"I think it's been a long night for all of us, so we should all get some sleep. I'm gonna grab some blankets. Georgie, you want to help get the couch ready?" Mary asked, giving you a smile.

"Actually, can I sleep with Georgie? I don't feel comfortable being alone."

Mary was unsure if letting you sleep with Georgie was the right move. She looked over at George, who just shrugged, and then back at you. You looked so sad, and Mary just couldn't say no to someone who's been through all that.

She nodded and sent you another sad smile, which you thankfully returned. "Georgie, take Y/N to your room, and i'll be in their soon with some spare pajamas and blankets. I want to talk to your dad about something."

Georgie's eyes widened, "You aren't seriously thinking about sending her back there, are you?"

Mary was taken aback by her son's outburst. "No," she shook her head. "No, I would never say that. Just go help Y/N so your father and I can talk alone."

Georgie let out a huff, not in the mood to go back and forth with his mother. "Come on, Y/N," He beckoned you to follow him, and you did just that without any hesitation.

———

You entered Georgie's room and made a quick B-line to his bed. You carefully removed your shoes and lay down. It was safe to say that after the night you had, you were exhausted.

"I know it's a mess, but I wasn't exactly expecting company," Georgie said from across the room. He picked up some of his clothes from off the floor and threw them into an empty hamper. When he was done, he turned to see you knocked out on his bed.

Someone knocked at Georgie's door, making him flinch before turning to see who it was. Mary stood at the door, still wearing that same smile from earlier as she held onto a folded blanket and nightgown.

"I just came to drop these off," Mary spoke in a slightly hushed tone.

"I think you're a bit late for that," Georgie responded, pointing back at you as you slept soundly in his bed.

Mary nodded. "Okay, then I will just leave these right here," she placed the folded blanket and piece of clothing on the corner of the bed next to the bed.

"Thanks, Mom," Georgie smiled, making Mary's smile grow wider.

"No problem, honey," she said before making her way out of the room.

With his mom gone and you sleep, Georgie quickly got ready for bed and joined you. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"I swear. Next time someone even thinks about hurting you, I won't hesitate to kill 'em." Georgie knew no one was listening, but he still continued express his feelings toward you.

"I love you," he said to you, leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead before turning off the lights and falling asleep.

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Elijah : It's kind of early.

Elijah : Do you wanna come in for some coffee ?

Y/n *looking at your watch* : it's a little late for coffee, isn't it ?

Elijah : Oh. You think coffee means coffee.

Elijah : That's so sweet.