#shamy fanfiction

[ginnyweatherby]

I'm a bit rusty, but I wrote a story inspired by a line in Young Sheldon that bothered me more than it probably should have. I'm not sure how old Leonard Cooper was meant to be, but figure he's about eleven here, so I guess his sister could be around nine. Her name is Marie in this, since the writers apparently couldn't be bothered to give her one.

Word count: 2450. More or less.

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“Eight… nine… ten!” Marie Cooper removed her hands from her eyes. “Ready or not, here I come!”

Sheldon smiled and shook his head as he watched his daughter run off and try to find her brother. Now that they were getting older, they didn't play together as much as they used to, but a particularly stormy day had knocked their Wi-Fi out of commission and (after 45 minutes of whining) seemed to leave them little choice but to entertain each other with a good old fashioned game of Hide-and-Seek.

He turned the page of his book, still keeping an ear out for the sound of his daughter's feet as she bounded up the stairs.  One might have thought she was a herd of wildebeest by the amount of noise she was making.

“I'm gonna get you, Leonard!" She called as she made it to the landing at the top of the stairs.

Sheldon heard the door to Leonard's bedroom open (that infernal hinge wouldn't stop squeaking no matter what they did with it), followed by Marie letting out a high-pitched squeal, and Leonard saying a word he should have been glad his mother wasn't around to hear.

“Alright, my turn,” Marie said, as Leonard started to count.

Sheldon settled back more comfortably in his seat, satisfied that the kids were staying out of trouble, and turned his attention back to his reading.

-

Just as Sheldon was about to finish his chapter and get a head start on dinner before Amy got home, Leonard raced into the living room, skidding a bit on the rug.

“Dad, Dad!” He said hurriedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. His natural athleticism seemed to often manifest itself in the boy's inability to stand still at any given moment. “We’re eight rounds in and I'm running out of good hiding places, where should I go?”

“That closet in your room hasn't been cleaned in ages,” Sheldon said pointedly, standing from the couch and turning toward the kitchen. “I bet you could hide in there so long we'd forget what you looked like.”

Leonard scowled.

Sheldon patted his son on the head as he walked past him, making his way out of the room.

Marie's voice came into earshot. “Nine… ten!”

Leonard raced back up the stairs, apparently to take his father up on the suggestion.

-

Letting out a pained grunt as he shifted in the back of the closet, Leonard attempted to make himself somewhat comfortable in the limited space.

“Dad was right,” he muttered. “This place is a mess.”

... Not that he'd ever admit that out loud to said dad, of course.

Another shift in position, and an old Star Trek action figure started to speak its catchphrase as he accidentally sat on it. “Oh, shut up, Wesley,” he hissed, trying to stifle the sound with an old blanket.

It was unfortunately too little, too late, as he heard Marie's footsteps getting closer, before the closet door flung open. Leonard squinted as the light from his bedroom momentarily blinded him.

“There you are,” Marie said, as an avalanche of Leonard's belongings fell out of the closet, pooling at her feet. She kicked an old toy that had landed on her shoe aside. “You know, Mom tells you to clean your room all the time.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” Leonard grunted, attempting to extricate his long limbs from his cramped position. “Everyone knows cleaning your room doesn't include the closet.  If anything, it’s where you throw everything so your mom thinks you cleaned your room.”

Finally managing to get to his feet, Leonard took a step forward, only to bump his head on a shelf and cause a box to fall on him in the process.

“Dammit, ow -” Leonard rubbed the back of his head where the box had hit him. “What was that?”

Marie shrugged, pulling the box aside and taking a closer look. “No organizational keywords written on it, so Dad didn't put it here.”

“Why would Dad put something in my closet?” Leonard asked, kicking whatever had fallen out back into the closet, leaning into the door to get it to latch shut.

“Why does Dad do anything he does?” Marie asked, with a roll of her eyes.

“Well, I didn't put it there,” Leonard said. “Open it.”

Marie did as instructed, eyes wide with excitement, only for her face to fall once she viewed its contents.

“It’s just a bunch of old t-shirts,” she said disappointedly. “Probably for you to grow into or something.”

“Me?” Leonard pulled a shirt off the top, holding it out at arms length. “I wouldn’t wear this, I hate Green Lantern.”

“Who knows, maybe they’re hand-me-downs,” Marie rooted through the box, looking hopeful there might be something more exciting underneath the clothes. “Lame,” she said, falling back as she came up empty.

“Dinner’s almost ready, go wash up -” Sheldon appeared in the hallway, peeking his head into the room. “Where did you get that?” He asked, eyes locking in on the shirt Leonard still held in his hands.

“Uh, it was in my closet,” Leonard said, pointing at the box. “It fell on my head.”

Sheldon stepped into the room, rifling through the box and grumbling to himself. Leonard couldn't help but notice the tips of his ears were turning pink.

“Dad, what is it?"

Sheldon lifted the box into his arms, an odd expression on his face. “These are all my old shirts. Your mother seems to have hidden them in the one place nobody ever goes… your closet.”

“Yours?” Leonard took a closer look at the shirt, feeling it between his fingers.  It was clearly an older shirt, soft and well-cared for as all his father's clothes were, but the decal on the front faded from countless washes.

“She said I needed to start dressing like a -” Air quote. “Grown up’ once you two were born, and I knew there was no way all my clothes got lost in the move.”

“Mom hid all your shirts?” Marie asked.

“Taking pointers from your Aunt Penny, no doubt,” Sheldon muttered, taking the Green Lantern shirt from Leonard. “This was always one of my favorites, too.”

Marie seemed to have a renewed interest in the box, and stood on her tiptoes to peer back in while Sheldon still held it. “What about this one?” She pulled out a blue Batman one, and Sheldon looked at it with a nostalgic sort of smile.

“I wore that the day I asked your mother to be my girlfriend.” He placed the box on Leonard's desk, and dug through the box a bit more. “I wore this one the day we met.”

“How about this?” Marie pulled out a red shirt with The Flash logo on it.

“I wore that the first time your mother kissed me.”

“Ew,” Marie said, dropping it back into the box as if she'd been burned, her nose crinkled in disgust.

“Oh, she's never going to hear the end of this,” Sheldon said under his breath, just as the oven timer went off. “Hmm, it sounds like dinner is ready.”

He carefully folded the shirts and placed them back into the box, closing the lid and patting it fondly, as the three of them made their way back to the kitchen.

-

Amy had called earlier, claiming she was working late that night, and Sheldon knew that probably meant she was just meeting Penny after work, but he didn't mind.  He was having a nice time eating dinner with the kids, they were some of the only people whose fondness for spaghetti and hot dogs rivaled his own. It almost reminded him of the family dinners he'd had growing up, although he had to admit his children made for much more stimulating conversation than his siblings ever did.

Just as Marie was telling them about her upcoming spelling bee and how if she won (which of course she would), she'd be going to the state championship next, Leonard let out a groan.

Sheldon looked over and saw that his son had dropped a fork full of spaghetti on the front of his shirt.

“Aw man, I liked this shirt,” Leonard moaned, dabbing at the sauce stain with a napkin.

“Go change,” Sheldon instructed, pointing toward Leonard’s room. “I'll pre-treat it after dinner.”

“Dad, you don't have to-”

“Leonard, please,” Sheldon said. “I can get stains out of almost anything.  It's like a gift.”

Leonard rolled his eyes, but obeyed and stood from the table to change.

“Anyway, you were saying something about your spelling bee?” Sheldon turned his attention back to Marie.

“Leonard really can be exasperating sometimes, can't he, Dad?” Marie said sagely, shaking her head in a manner far beyond her years. “E-X-A-S-P-E-R-A-T-I-N-G.”

-

By the time Leonard returned, Sheldon and Marie had finished eating, and Sheldon was clearing their plates from the table.

“I made pie for dessert, but I was going to wait until your mother gets home,” Sheldon said, as Leonard sat back down to finish his dinner. “Although I'm not sure when she - what are you wearing?”

“What?” Leonard looked up from his plate.

“You're wearing my shirt,” Sheldon said, the dirty dishes momentarily forgotten.

“It's a nice shirt,” Leonard shrugged. “Since Mom doesn't want you to wear it anymore, I figured I could.”

“That is not at all what that means,” Sheldon argued.

“It was in my closet.”

“But it's mine,” Sheldon loved his son dearly, but there were some things a man just didn't share with his children.  T-shirts purchased at an old comic book store with Stuart's friends-and-family discount was one of them. “Plus, it's too big for you.”

“It's not that big,” Leonard said with another shrug. “Another growth spurt or two, and I'll be as tall as you.”

“A terrifying concept, really,” Sheldon muttered. “But very well.  I'll allow it.  The color does suit you.”

Leonard shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, before turning back to his - likely now-cold - spaghetti.

-

With an exhausted sigh, Amy turned the key to the front door.  It had been a long, long day. While she knew Sheldon probably figured she had met Penny for drinks after work, she really had been just that busy at the lab today. She was very much looking forward to grabbing a bite to eat, taking a scalding hot bath, and falling immediately into bed.

Pushing the door open, she expected the kids to already be in bed, and Sheldon to be watching one of his strictly after-the-kids-go-to-sleep television programs, but was surprised to see the three of them sitting around the coffee table, playing one of those complicated board games her husband (and now in turn her children) loved so much.

“Hi, Mommy!” Marie chirped, before letting out a groan as Leonard surpassed her on the board.

“Hi you,” Amy planted a kiss on the girl's head as she passed by, dropping her purse into a nearby chair. “I thought you'd be asleep already.”

“I wanted to stay up to say goodnight to you,” Marie said, sweetly.

“Yeah, right,” Leonard scoffed. “You just didn't want to go to bed."

“It's Friday,” was all Sheldon could say to defend himself against Amy's look.

“Fair enough,” she relented, and turned away to head toward the kitchen, when she stopped in her tracks.

“Where did you find that shirt?” She asked.

“Oh, this?” Sheldon said, innocently, his hand sitting gracefully on his chest, over the decal of one of his favorite The Flash shirts.  The black one.

“And that,” Amy said, pointing at the one Leonard was wearing. “And that.” She looked over and saw Marie was also wearing one - an orange one.

“Lost in the move’,” Sheldon clicked his tongue. “Really, Amy.”

“I told you I didn't get rid of them,” Amy said.

“You just hid them in my closet,” Leonard said, seeming to enjoy his parents' bickering.

“It's not as if you can ever find anything in there,” Amy crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at her son. “If you’d cleaned it once in awhile, you might have found that box ages ago.”

Leonard's smile disappeared.

“For your information,” Amy said, falling onto the couch beside Sheldon, poking the graphic on the aforementioned shirt. “I only hid your things away when Leonard was born because you wouldn't stop freaking out and running to do laundry every time he spit up on you. It was very inconvenient to not only have to bring spare baby clothes in the diaper bag, but to bring spare husband clothes as well.”

“Leonard has been capable of controlling his intestinal distress for a number of years now,” Sheldon pointed out.

“Well, just about the time he'd figured that out, Marie was born,” Amy said with a shrug.

“And when she got older?”

“Oh, by then I just forgot,” Amy said casually, taking a handful of pretzels from the bowl they'd been snacking on while they played the board game. “And you looked so cute in your grown-up clothes, I guess it never occurred to me to look for them."

“Gross,” Leonard scoffed.

“Yeah, gross,” Marie echoed. She moved her piece on the board to avoid looking at her parents. “I win, I win!”

“Aw man,” Leonard moaned, pushing away from the table. “No fair.”

“Alright, both of you brush your teeth and up to bed,” Sheldon said.

“I'll be up in a little bit to say goodnight,” Amy added, as the kids relented and trotted up the stairs, one after the other.

Once they were out of earshot, Amy turned to her husband and danced her fingers up his arm, before fiddling with his collar. “You know… as much as I love you in your new clothes, there is something sentimental about seeing you in this one again.”

Sheldon placed his hand over hers. “I could wear both, you know.”

Amy thought for a moment. “You don't mean just wear these over your newer ones, do you?”

Sheldon didn't reply right away, confirming her suspicions that that was precisely what he'd had in mind.

“I could wear them on alternate days.”

Amy smiled. “I suppose I'd be okay with that.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “On one condition.”

“What's that?” Sheldon eyed her warily.

“Our Christmas card this year has all three of you in those matching shirts,” Amy said. “That was so cute, especially the way it came down past Marie's knees.”

Sheldon rolled his eyes, and Amy knew his mind was swimming with comments about how much he hated Christmas, and cards, and Christmas cards, but after a moment he said, “You run a hard bargain, Amy Farrah Fowler.” He stuck his hand out for her to shake. “You've got yourself a deal.”

[shamy-fanatic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Big Bang Theory (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sheldon Cooper/Amy Farrah Fowler Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Amy Farrah Fowler, Leonard Cooper (Young Sheldon) Additional Tags: Dress Up, Discovery, Married Couple, Married Life, One Shot, Short One Shot Series: Part 3 of Shamy: Married Life Summary:

Amy's working on maternity leave and finds some (should be) embarrassing things of Sheldon on the internet.

[girlnamedangel]

For those who read my current fanfiction, here's what I use for inspiration every time I need to write a scene for Sheldon & Elliot.

[haruniven]

Idk why I didn't get the email notifs, but I'm so gladdd to be receiving these reviews. I'll be getting back to writing very soon. The last year has been so hectic. What used to mean so much, turned out to mean so little. See you all soon, Shamy fans!

[girlnamedangel]

Drop your opinion friends ;)

PS: I just want to emphasize how much I have a crush Leonard Cooper!!!!!

first draft sketch

time skip design (draft for year 2030s)

hey everyone! i’ve been working on a first draft design for the tbbt gang, and i’ve already talked with @girlnamedangel who gave me some really helpful feedback on what to tweak :). i’d love to hear anyone else’s thoughts or headcanons on the designs so i can keep improving them. any suggestions or ideas would be super appreciated! thanks in advance! :)

[amy-harper]

Would anyone be interested In reading ff abt Shamy and the gang going to Texas after winning the Nobel Prize.

[rgbcn]

Regency Shamy, remember this one?? I think I saw too many #bridgerton posts around lately and made me think on this one.

Drawing from your suggestions celebrating 20k followers on IG back in the days (lol how times have changed)

Enjoy it again!

Close ups 😍

[youreanasteroid]

New fanfiction idea for whoever wants it!!

I've read a few fanfictions with Sheldon and Amy with their grad students and I genuinely enjoy reading them very much.

Amy is worried about this certain grad student being around Sheldon all the time. Getting him lunch everyday, asking weird questions, and just being around him all the time.

Turns out, his grad student doesn't really want Sheldon.

The questions she has asked is about his wife 👀👀👀

Because she has a crush on Amy

(I mean.. Come on, I already have a crush on Amy so I understand) 🤣😍

LIKE LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS.. WHO WOULDN'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HER?? 😍

This may be stupid but that's just how my mind works. I am so sorry lol

[girlnamedangel]

I'm excited for this 😍

I'm so excited to post my latest fic. I'm still waiting to hear back from Stark on it, but hopefully it will be up soon. In the meantime, here are your hints:

it is from the WIP list

it is not the fic Stark called me sick over

it will be posted as a new chapter of Uncommon Examples

Get hype!

[theawkwardanglophile]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you to the wonderful @thisnightissparkling089 for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 21, and older fics on FF. My goal is to get everything I've done on Ao3 soon.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

51,556

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently The Rookie, but have previously written fics for The Big Bang Theory, Gilmore Girls, New Girl, and Single Parents.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

While I'm Alone and Blue as Can Be

And If You Have a Minute (Why Don't We Go)

Maybe I'm Crazy To Suppose

We Must Be Living In the Golden Age

Before I Knew It (I Became All About You)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to respond to all of them, but I know a few have probably slipped through the cracks.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I really don't have any! Yikes. I'm a sucker for happy or at least hopeful endings. Maybe the closest would be Who's Gonna Come Around When You Break? It's not exactly angsty, but it is on the sadder side.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Allll of them?? 😂 Here are a few on the fluffier side of endings:

Maybe I'm Crazy To Suppose

My Favorite Line Was "Can I Call You Sometime?"

The Opening Night Prolongation

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't. I just can't do it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Never written one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but I'd certainly be open to a collab!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oof. I have a few in my top tier, but Chenford has probably been the most wonderful shipping experience I've ever had!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The thing is I absolutely want to finish all my fics! The most obvious answer is my Gilmore Girls multi-chapter A Tale in Prose of Fire since it hasn't been updated in *checks date* SIX years. But I know what I want to do with it, and I still plan to finish it. I also have an unpublished Single Parents fic I've been planning since 2020, and knowing literally only a handful of people would read it hasn't given me much motivation to work on it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I LOVE writing dialogue, and I think it's what hopefully stands out in my fics. I've been told several times that my dialogue sounds just like the characters, which in fanfic, I can't think of a better compliment! So that's what I always strive for.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not always the best at fully setting the scene, or getting into more minute details that can enhance the story. I also don't take enough risks in my writing, which isn't a big deal in writing a fluffy one-shot, but in some other pieces I've written over the years, I feel like the stakes could've been higher.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I haven't done it before, and probably the only language I'd feel even the slightest bit comfortable attempting would be Spanish. I'm nowhere near fluent, but know enough I could put some sentences together.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

My beloved Shamy from The Big Bang Theory. It's been 10 years since I wrote my first fanfic!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

For my older ones, I love The Relationship Recalibration, especially a specific chapter that was a departure from anything I'd done before. I also love the previously mentioned A Tale In Prose of Fire even though it's still incomplete. And of more recent fics, I'm really proud of what I was able to put together in I Need Your Runway Lights To Burn For Me.

Tagging @sgtbradfords, @firstdegreefangirl, @americorys, @wanna-be-bold, and anyone else who would like to do this!

[fanficsiwillneverwrite]

With the ending of young sheldon coming out today, I am obliged to remind everybody that another version of their family life/dynamic does exist on the internet

[shamy-fanatic]

Wondering what fics I have in progress right now?

Me too! I'll share some summaries. :)

Short Stories to Calm the Racing Mind - This is going to be a one shots that I deem unusual enough to include in this bundle. They may or may not be connected in any way, who knows?

Caution: May Bite - A short fic to kick off the new series of one shots! Sheldon receives a package in his mailbox one morning while going against his usual routine. The suspicion of what could be contained inside this mysterious package messes up his whole day rather by just a small piece or entirely different from how it should've gone.

Project Toxic - The pharmaceuticals lab that Penny and Bernadette work at mess up an experimental liquid drug, creating a noxious gas that infects the air. Everyone in California sets to panic, including the seven friends who were just moments ago eating takeout and chatting.

Untitled WIP 1 (Not promised) - A Shamy honeymoon! But... TNK sequel? After being married at sixteen, they must have a honeymoon!

Untitled WIP 2 (Not promised) - Another TNK sequel about Sheldon’s aversion to PDA :)

Untitled WIP 3 (discontinued) - Sheldon and Amy on Halloween with their son, Leonard! This fic will be posted Halloween night on Tumblr instead of ao3, considering it's not able to be satisfyingly finished.

[logical--dreamer]

Trying my hand at Shamy fanfics. Hope you like!

[justtakeout]

hi guys! i’m super excited to share that the shamy webtoon is here hahahaha 🙌🏾

it’s set during the locomotion interruption episode and dives into a key moment between sheldon and amy. i took the liberty to expand the request of a 1975's about you shamy fanart and make a very, very short webtoon.

it’s a quick read, but I hope you will still enjoy it! You can check it out here:

Let me know what you think! :>

[fort-cozy-mcblanket]

shamy fic recs that arent urs ;)

Now that FF.Net is back I can finally answer this!

Someone else actually asked this a while back and I listed some fics. You can find that list here.

And here are some more:

Paroxysmal Paradox

Vintage Game Night

The Neighborhood Kids

Ooh, the things I've known, looks like I'm taking the hard way home

The Observation Repercussion

The Cohabitation Experiment Intermission

The Proposal Copulation

The Wolowitz Thanksgiving Fallout

The Vegas Deviation

The Celebration Experimentation Solution

The 8 point 2 Variance

The Dawn Coitus Conundrum 02

The 1-4-3 Confusion

[amy-harper]

Guess who just posted her first multi-chapter shamy fanfic…