#the big bang theory imagine

[calummss]

Sheldon Cooper Blurb

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summary: sheldon’s hot new gf pays him a visit

pairing: fem! reader x sheldon cooper

words: 600

why i wrote this? bc jim parsons is so attractive to me and no one writes fics about him

Raj, Howard, Leonard where gathered together in front of the TV, their eyes glued onto the screen showing the newest unreleased footage of Star Wars. Absorbed into their world, a knocking on the door was heard.

Knock knock

Leonard stood up only to be ambushed by a half-jogging Sheldon, a rare sight for mankind, as he went towards the door. ‘That will be for me.’

Sheldon opened the door to reveal the prettiest girl any of the boys had seen. Their mouths gaping at her as she hugged Sheldon to greet him, Sheldon accepting the hug. Second weirdest thing to have happened in the apartment since Sheldom speed walked to the door.

‘Sheldon, who is this?’ Leonard asks, his tone between sweet and hostile.

‘Yes, Sheldon, who is this?’ Howard repeated, his usual sarcasm sweeping his words. ‘You didn’t happen to tell her that you are Sheldon Cooper.’

‘Well of course! Meeting Sheldon Cooper is a great honour, you know when I was—‘

‘Introduce us,’ Leonard cut Sheldon off, taken a back a bit.

‘Ah yes. Meet Y/n, my girlfriend .’ Sheldon introduced you, as you gave them a small wave, the three boys staring at you like Sheldon had given them amazing news but all they did was look shocked, their eyes and mouths never shutting. ‘I met Y/n at the Cheesecake Factory after Penny got my order wrong. I don’t know how that happened since I always order the same thing but one's simple mind can be overwhelmed with orders I suppose, even if it was only us there…’

‘Hi, I’m Y/n.’

‘Your Penny’s friend?’ Howard asked.

‘Yes.’

‘And Penny made me go on a date with Bernadette?’ He stared ahead of him, eyes almost popping out of their sockers

Sheldon turned his head, unaware of how to react to Howard’s outburst.

You also gave Sheldon a confused look to which he replied, ‘No worries, Social interaction with a spark of unsolicited germ exchange.’

‘So how did a theoretical physicist pick her up?’ Leonard gaped at the pair.

‘Oh I didn’t pick her up. I think you���re referring to is how we met?’

‘Yes, Sheldon…’

Suddenly Penny bolted through the door, phone in hand, ‘Sheldon has a girlfriend!? Y/n it’s you?’

‘If I may resume to Leonard’s question, I was minding my own business staring at the bird I was sure was out to kill me when she walked up to me with the words: You’re cute. I want you. Quite demanding if I might add.’ Sheldon gave you a brief look. ‘Straight to the point which is just right up my alley.’

‘You went up to Sheldon?’ Howard checked in on the facts with you.

‘Yes.’

‘I’m sorry what?’ He replied, his eyes crossing.

‘Have you met him? Like met him?’

‘Yes.’

‘So you know he’s an extremely arrogant, narcissistic, ruthless, entitled, self-righteous, cold, condescending, selfish, pompous person, right?’ Howard said.

‘He’s also cute, lanky and gets me horny just doing his silly physics rants so if you don’t mind,’ You grabbed Sheldon’s hand, third weirdest thing to have happend in the apartment, ‘I have to give him something else to think about,’

The mouths couldn’t have been wider.

‘But today is game night,’ Sheldon whined.

‘Sheldon…’

Sheldon avoided eye contact, his eyes darting across the room.

‘Sheldon.’

‘Yes, Ma’am.’ He responded immer, holding your hand and following you to his bedroom, leaving Raj, Howard, Leonard and Penny alone.

‘Did Sheldon just bring the hottest girl in the state of California through this door?’ Raj said.

‘Yes.’ They all said union.

‘And he’s getting sex even though he didn’t ask?’

‘Yes.’

‘Dammit.’ Howard hissed.

[samdeancass]

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Penny x reader

Halloween Event

Halloween Masterlist

Penny had been called up to do a special Halloween shoot for a very prestigious magazine and she couldn't be more excited. She had taken you with her as her plus one, and her go-to person in case she got nervous.

She was getting the finishing touches done on her make-up when you noticed she was beginning to get nervous. The artist moved away when they had finished and you stood behind Penny's chair, rubbing her shoulders soothingly. "Hey, you're gonna be amazing. You look so beautiful." She looked at you through the mirror, a soft smile on her lips. "You really think so?" You nodded your head. "The most beautiful vampire I have ever seen."

She stood up from the chair and wrapped her arms around you before she got called for the shoot. "You'll be fantastic! Go!" Penny stuck her fangs in and ran straight towards the shoot, standing in the spotlight.

As soon as the camera's started flashing, Penny gasped and bent down to pick something up. "I'm so sorry, my fangs fell out! Can we start again?"

You laughed at your best friend's antics and watched in awe as she got to work.

[daddiesdrarryy]

James: Hey guys, Reg and I were thinking of having a big paintball game together

Peter: Prongs, why does Reggie want to shoot you?

James: He doesn’t want to shoot me

Sirius: Who doesn’t want to shoot you?

James: Reggie!

Sirius: No, that doesn’t sound right

James: He just wants to play Muggle paintball! It combines my love of whimsy with his love of making other grown men cry

Sirius: Sounds fun. Moony and I are in

Peter: You don’t need to ask him?

Sirius: No, I’ve been pretty annoying lately. He’s gonna want to shoot me

[gumm1defloor]

In light of recent information

[decaffeinatedbreadsublime]

Rajesh Koothrappali x Female!Reader: The Comic Con Redemption

Author's Note: I love Raj very much and want to rewrite moments from the series including a girlfriend for him to pretend he didn't end up alone.

P.S.: English is not my first language, and this is my first imagine. Sorry for any mistakes.

Warning: none

Summary: You've just been promoted to Girlfriend of the Millennium.

(gif just to illustrate their happiness, lol)

Raj sighed, disheartened. "The tickets sold out… I didn’t get any."

It was another tense day at the opening of Comic Con ticket sales. The friends had gathered at Sheldon’s apartment, all agitated, each with their laptop in hand. They frantically pressed F5 until they managed to get into the virtual queue—if they managed to.

"I didn’t get one either," Howard replied. From the frustrated faces of Leonard and Sheldon, it was evident they hadn’t succeeded either.

"This was supposed to be the best Comic Con in the last 20 years," Leonard lamented. "I can’t believe we’re going to miss it."

"Now I know how Mexican immigrants feel when they’re barred from entering the United States and living the American dream they desire so much," Sheldon commented, his voice monotone in a sad tone.

"…No, Sheldon, you don’t know," Leonard said. Despite the frustration, he didn’t agree with Sheldon’s exaggerated drama.

When you arrived at the apartment from your shift at Caltech’s Computational Mathematics lab, where you worked as a researcher, the atmosphere was similar to a funeral. The last time you saw them this sad was when Tony Stark had died.

"Oh, no," you said, going to your boyfriend Raj’s side and sitting on the arm of the chair he occupied. "Don’t tell me another superhero died… when Tony Stark died, you were in mourning for three days, it was horrible."

"It’s worse," Sheldon said. "We didn’t get tickets to Comic Con."

"I already had my cosplay ready," Leonard sighed.

"Speaking of which," you stood up, took the bag that was still on your shoulder, and pulled out four identical pieces of paper. "Julie’s husband, who was my roommate at Harvard, works in event organization and is organizing this year’s Comic Con. I got four tickets for you guys."

You placed the tickets on the table, and everyone stood still for a few seconds, completely immobile. Sheldon picked up one of the tickets from the coffee table, analyzed it cautiously, and held it up to the light to verify its authenticity. When he finished, he put the ticket back on the table and sat up straight, in complete silence.

"Well?" Howard asked.

"They’re real," Sheldon replied.

"Y/N, YOU GENIUS, WONDERFUL WOMAN!" Raj instantly shouted. He quickly got up from the chair, went to you, gave you a hug that lifted you off the ground, and spun you around. Then he kissed you intensely.

"Why didn’t you tell us you had the tickets?" Leonard asked.

"Julie’s husband could only confirm if he could get them 30 minutes before the official batch opened," you explained. "I didn’t want to say anything before to avoid creating expectations. And when I got them, I called Raj five times, but he didn’t answer. So I called you guys, and no one answered. But I decided to get the tickets anyway, and if you managed to buy some, I could sell them, so it would be a win-win situation."

"We were doing finger stretches to avoid cramps while buying the tickets," Sheldon explained. "That’s why we missed the call."

You laughed. "Well, I guess you owe me one."

Raj hugged you again, kissing your temple. "Consider me your servant for the next weeks."

[uses-for-fics]

Night Changes | Leonard Hofstadter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

“Fair enough,” you said, grinning.

———

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

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

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

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

Leonard nearly choked on his drink.

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

[elsbunny]

— the elevator doesn’t even work! this gotta be the hidden hell… — you picked up some of your stuff and faced the stairs

after getting everything together in your new dorm, you started unpacking. still oblivious to your surroundings

— wanna hear a fun fact about stairs? — chaeryeong hold onto their food as they go upstairs

— not really — ryujin looked over her shoulder — about the game though. i’m telling you, I’m just one level away from unlocking the ultimate weapon!

— ryujin, your obsession with fictional weaponry is both alarming and detrimental to your social development — chaeryeong sighed annoyed

— fun fact about stairs, i am about to push you down one — ryujin stopped walking as she heard a girl laughing — new neighbor?

they both stood in front of your door looking at you unboxing your stuff, while some pop song played in the background

— evidently — chaeryeong said without care

— significant improvement over the old neighbor — ryujin eyed you carefully, taking a good look at your delicate figure

— smelly boy with a skin condition? yes she is — chaeryeong looked at ryujin, expecting her to move to their apartment

— oh, hi! — you said bubbly, finally noticing the two girls who stood like statues

— hi! — ryujin replied nervously

— hi. — chaeryeong waved at you quickly

— hi! — ryujin said it again, kinda lost in your sight

— hi? — chaeryeong just followed her friend again

— hi… — you gave a confused look

— sorry! we… we didn’t mean to interrupt, we live across the hall — ryujin pointed at the door behind her

— oh, that’s nice! — you smiled at them, making them understand that you thought they were girlfriends

— oh, no! we don’t live together… i mean we live together but in separate platonic bedrooms — ryujin eyes were wide open

— guess im your new neighbor, y/n! — you walk into them

— ryujin, and she’s chaeryeong — ryujin smelled your perfume and she sweared she could die in peace

- hi!

— hi…

— hi?

— hi. — ryujin pinched chaeryeong, hoping that she could read the room and stay quiet — oh, well welcome to the building!

— thank you! maybe we can grab a coffee someday — you smiled, friendly — um, i got to finish this — you pointed at the boxes

— sure yeah… yeah bye — ryujin waved

— bye. — chaeryeong was already crossing the hall

— bye — you waved back

— bye — ryujin anxiously said it again, immediately regretting it and running to her apartment

— what’s the purpose of this offering? — chaeryeong questioned the coffee offer as they sat on the couch— is she attempting to bribe us for something?

— no, she was just being nice i guess — ryujin brushed her off — we could ask her to play where’s waldo with us

— the girl couldn't even find her bra this morning, don't be silly

the big bang theory —> intro

notes: please tell me if you guys want me to make a tag list and lmk if f u are liking the smau!! love uuu

y/n’s group > ryujin’s group > next

[calummss]

anyone interested in a sheldon cooper smut unlike anything that i can find online?

[terry-perry]

Loki Introducing Sylvie To His Siblings...

Y/N: It's so nice to meet you! I've always wanted a sister! Thor: Really? Why? Y/N: ...I love you too, Thor. Loki: Really? Why?

[daddiesdrarryy]

Remus: Prongs, are you coming with us?

James: Oh, geez, I don’t know if I can ditch Reggie two nights in a row. I don’t want to upset him

Sirius: Oh come on, man! Bros before…my brother

[dd122004dd]

Perfect

Author’s Note: The inspo for this fic was: In the season 7 episode "The Table Polarization", Raj talks about naming his first child Dileep after his grandfather. 

He’s 32 in this fic, according to the season.

So, some preg fluff, bruh. Like, they’re in the nursery, and it’s all finished, with like a star-constellations night-light like the think they had in the planetarium where raj worked once. And the room is like, space-themed and beautiful.

Warnings: None unless you hate pregnant women or they trigger you

Golden light streamed through the white curtains into the little nursery bouncing off the silver constellations on the navy walls, glowing ethereally as if the stars were stolen from the sky and suspended within that very room.

A couple stood within the room in front of a cradle. Inside, were white linens with a starry blanket and children’s toys placed delicately against a tiny baby pillow. A pillowy soft haven for a delicate child was laid before the couple in anticipation for their first newborn.

The woman leaned against her husband as he slightly elevated her pregnant belly, providing her with relief and momentary reprieve from the babe’s weight resting on her back. Though the woman was exhausted, she seemed perfectly content in that moment, simply swaying in the nursery with her lover as the smooth breeze cooled her heated body. The light reflected on her skin, making her almost glow. The couple was locked in an intimate embrace when he whispered, “What should we name them?”

“Hmm?” She asked lazily, too blissfully.

“The little bean. What should we call them?” he asked gently.

“I haven’t really thought about it. Have you?”

“Since the moment I first met you.”

At his response she grinned widely and slowly turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck, she salaciously asked, “Really Mr. Koothrappali?”

Smiling back at her he responded, “Yes, Mrs. Koothrappali.”

She smiled at her husband before leaning in to kiss him gently.

The man moaned softly as his wife laved his mouth with attention. The sweet taste of her recent craving filled his mouth as he pulled her closer, ensuring not to hurt the baby between them.

When she started running out of air she broke free from the kiss, peppering soft pecks against his lips, unwilling to part from him.

Placing their foreheads together and swaying for a few moments she gently asked, “What did you want to name our little bean?”

He hesitated before saying, “If they’re a boy, I’d like to name him Dileep, after my grandfather. What do you think?”

She hummed at his response before replying, “If they’re a girl, we can name her Deepa.”

Releasing a breath of relief he replied, “Perfect.” Before kissing the forehead of the woman he loved.

[waltywritey]

Dangerous Situation (unfinished)

NOTE: hi!! Sorry I've been busy with school but I thought I might as well post this wip I was writing in my notes last year- IT'S NOT FINISHED. I don't know if I'll finish it one of these days, but I hope you enjoy the bit of it that's done!

Warnings: mentions of gun and violence

Sheldon never held a gun before.

Only a few times in Texas had he witnessed people shooting soda or beer cans in their yard for fun, but he'd held one in his hands before -- felt the coolness of the metal against his palms. He didn't know the weight it would possess in both his hands or his conscience.

Sheldon Lee Cooper. A brilliant theoretical physicist with 2 Ph.D's, a B.S., M.S., M.A., and Sc.D working at the Californian institution known as "Caltech." Regarded as the best man in his field, he only knew greatness. As he lay in his bed, nestled in the warmth of his comforter and sheets, the light shone through his curtains and the sound of his alarm could be heard. Waking him from his slumber, he quickly rose from his bed and scurried to the shared bathroom -- the one he shared with his best friend and roommate, Dr. Leonard Hofstadter. Diligent as always, It was his scheduled bathroom time for the morning. Using his allotted time, he groomed himself for the day to come.

After finishing up his scheduled time, he made his way to the bedroom closet, shedding his plaid robe and unbuttoning his matching shirt, he decided on what he would wear from his wardrobe. After a few seconds, he decided on a simple blue graphic tee, a purple long sleeve shirt for underneath, and brown slacks -- an ensemble he's worn a few times already as familiarity is key to comfortability and success. Once dressed, he heard the noise of his apartment door opening and closing.

"Penny must be here this morning." He thought, swiftly opening up his bedroom door. Preparing to greet said person, his close friend and neighbor, he found himself greeting the end of a shiny barrel. Before he could even exasperate a cry to Leonard for help, a black cloth bag is forcefully shoved on his head, and with a hard jab to the head with the presumed back of the gun, he's out. Sheldon assumed today would be like any other day, yet, no matter how unwavering his pride for always being correct was, he couldn't be more incorrect with that assumption.

Pain. Pain and soreness in the back of his head. Sheldon had awoken. Everything looked black, but as he gained more consciousness, he knew there was cloth over his eyes. Shivering and heavily breathing, he tried to get his bearings. He woke up, got ready for the day, and just as he was about to greet someone he knew, he was greeted by an unknown assailant who kidnapped him instead. As he went over this script of events, he grew more panicked. Not only did he not know who captured him and where he was being held, but he didn't know if the cloth over his eyes or the chair he was sitting in was clean or not. Using his senses further, Sheldon could feel pressure around his wrists and ankles like there was tight plastic against his skin, he presumed he was restrained with zip ties. No amount of purell would seem to cleanse him from the unknown items currently touching his body.

"Where am I and who are you people?" Sheldon managed to muster out, taking note of the echoing of his voice. What great acoustics this room possessed.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Sheldon's ear perked up at the sound of someone walking in the room. As the steps grew closer, he grew more fearful.

"Please! Please! Please! What do you want? I have nothing of interest to you!" Sheldon shakily exclaimed, vigorously trying to shimmy out of his restraints.

"Where am I- please don't tell me I'm in Texas!" He quipped, trying to calm his nerves by questioning whoever was walking towards him. Just at the tapping of shoes on the concrete floor had halted, just in front of Sheldon, the cloth from over his eyes was forcefully pulled down and off his face.

"Ow! I'm obviously restrained! Why do you people have to be so forceful!" Sheldon questioned with both annoyance and fear from being blinded by the sudden light.

"Shut. Don't say another word." The voice of the unknown person boomed in the quiet room. Just as his eyes adjusted to the lighting near him, he could begin make out the face of the person speaking to him. A tall, white male.

"Who are you? I don't know you because I have an eidetic memory, so would, in fact, recognize you if I knew you." Sheldon spoke, his voice shaking slightly.

"And I told you to shut it, kid." The man responded, looking quite annoyed. Once Sheldon's eyes were fully adjusted, he noticed more details about this man, like his older appearance, towering figure, and attentive and guarding posture.

"Gathering the only information available to me- which is your Philadelphian accent, am I in Philadelphia?" He speedily asked, failing to not annoy the older gentleman. The man did not answer his question, instead choosing to just stare at him with a deadpanned expression. Sheldon didn't understand this expression, but believed it in his best interest to just stay silent, leaving his question unanswered.

Minutes passed, sweat dripping down his neck, he wondered when the next time he'd be able to take a shower would be. He was still in the same clothes he'd dressed up before being kidnapped. Just as he was about to ask the man waiting with him what day it was, the door across the room swiftly opened. Sheldon noticed it was the only exit out of the room. Seemingly from the shadows, three men entered, varying in appearance. One man, no older than 30, in a oversized jacket, dark wash jeans, and overly printed and busy t-shirt first entered. Following him, another man, significantly older and taller than the other, in what resembled an ensemble a teacher would wear -- khakis windbreaker, light, patterned dress shirt, dark dress pants that fit him accordingly. Lastly, the final man, resembling an older business man with a stern resting face and intimidating aura, strided into the room, closing the door as swift as it had been opened.

"What's going on?" He trembled, voice cracking and all. The men moved silently closer to him. Was he about to be attacked?

"Dr. Sheldon Cooper." The intimidating businessman man spoke, leaning down slightly to his current height.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet up. I'm sorry to put you in this position, but I require something from you that cannot be discussed openly." He spoke further, his voice sounding less emotionless than his face. Staring at him with wide eyes, Sheldon couldn't only imagine what he wanted to speak with him about, he assumed it was nothing good.

(Essentially Gus hears about the formula he created for a new faster and efficient way to synthesize metals (when the new element was found) so he captures him to work on finding a new way to purify meth or create a new type of drug)

[decaffeinatedbreadsublime]

Say Anything — Raj Koothrappali x Reader

Author's Note: I kind of liked this one? I hope you like it too!

P.S: English is not my first language, sorry if it's bad!

Warnings: insecurities, ending relationships and cheesy things!

Summary: you and Raj break up, but he decides to fight for your love

You knew that Raj had a rather peculiar past when it came to women and relationships.

In his youth, Raj would easily fall in love, yet due to his extreme shyness and selective mutism, he couldn't even manage to say "hello" to them. It was during a turbulent phase, what Penny referred to as "the Martini incident," that Raj discovered alcohol helped him loosen up and converse with women, albeit adopting an arrogant and self-assured personality.

His journey towards forming meaningful relationships was slow and steady, marked by several romances until he eventually began dating you. You dubbed him "Raj 5.0," believing you had found the most refined version of him, the perfect boyfriend.

There had never been issues with his past relationships or his tendency to swiftly transition from one romance to another, as he seemed to have changed. However, that night, you discovered he harbored a darker side.

"So, Y/N," Penny said while pouring you a glass of wine during a girls' night where you were invited as Raj's new girlfriend, "how are things going with him?"

"Wonderfully," you replied with a smile. "When I used to see him around the Caltech corridors, I thought he was just a funny nerd. I never imagined he could be such a passionate lover."

"We're all surprised by Raj's transformation," Bernadette remarked. "We knew he was a good boyfriend to my husband, but we weren't sure if he had the same skills with other women."

"Yes, he doesn't seem like the Raj who broke up with his girlfriend on Valentine's Day to pursue another woman, and when she rejected him, he tried to backtrack. Or went out with his ex while he was dating another girl" Penny commented, inadvertently laughing at the memory.

You stopped laughing immediately.

"Raj did that?" you asked, a mixture of concern and sadness in your tone. "That's terrible."

"Sweetie, Raj had his moments," Penny began, trying to justify. "But he's changed."

"Do his 'moments' mean he's acted like this more times?" you inquired, placing the wine glass carefully on the table, trying to process everything.

"He's come a long way since then, Y/N," Bernadette attempted to explain.

"I thought he was just clumsy, I didn't knew he had been so terrible to his ex-girlfriends"

A heavy silence filled the room. Bernadette nervously played with the wine glass.

"Unbelievable," you murmured, getting up to fetch your purse. "I thought he was different, he's just like everyone who hurt me"

With tears in your eyes, you left the house.

"Remember when you explained to me about comments that help and those that don't?" Amy said to Penny “I think that one definitely didn't help, bestie"

***

That night, you decided to end things with Raj. It was overwhelming for your mind, having been hurt enough in past relationships.

You had thought he was different, a man you could trust. He was romantic, kind, attentive, and cooked for you every night. Yet you knew that all princes could turn into beasts, and Raj seemed to have great potential for that. You didn't want to be around when that happened.

You went to his house to break up. You could have sent a message or ended it remotely, but that seemed heartless. With red-rimmed eyes from crying, you knocked on his door. He tried to hug you, mentioning he was surprised you were there since it was supposed to be a girls' night. You dodged the embrace and amid his confused expression, you ended it. He said nothing, just stood there for a while. You didn't explain your reasons, simply stating it couldn't go on.

In his stunned silence, you left.

***

 Raj gently knocked on Penny's door at ten o'clock in the evening. Just two hours ago, you had broken up with him, and since then he had cried like never before. His head throbbed intensely, and he felt dizzy.

"Sweetie, what happened?" Penny asked, visibly concerned, as she opened the door. She led him to the sofa and waited for him to gather himself.

"Y/N broke up with me," he said, tears welling up again. "She didn't even explain why, just said she needed to end it. I already miss her so much." It was then that he broke down in tears. "Why did she end it like that? Has she grown tired of me? Am I so hard to love?"

Penny remained silent for a moment, guilt squeezing at her heart. She comforted Raj while summoning the courage to speak.

"Raj... Y/N knows about Emily's story."

"What!?" Raj exclaimed, startled. "She must think I'm a jerk!"

"Well... Kind off."

"How did she find out? It doesn't matter. Maybe I am a fool, but I've changed so much for her. Before, I couldn't see sincerity in people, I'd fall in love and then grow tired... but she has held me in a way that I can't imagine my life without her now. But it's no use, she's gone."

"Don't give up just yet," Penny said, her tone encouraging. "Y/N is frightened, you know how impulsive she can be at times. She's had many bad relationships before and she's afraid this might be just another one."

"And what if it is?"

"It won't be. You love her and you've changed for her. Get some rest and talk to her tomorrow, give her time to cool her head as well."

***

Raj knew he should have waited a little longer. Lying on his bed, he tossed and turned all night.

Penny had given him hope that he should try, and he had decided to try. At three in the morning, he felt he could wait no longer and made his way to her apartment, with an old and ridiculously large sound system that until then had served only as decoration in his Raj Mahal.

And at three-thirty in the morning, you were awakened by the sound of "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel. At first, you squirmed in bed, thinking it was just a dream. Upon waking and realizing the music wasn't just in your head, you considered the possibility of a party or a neighbor. However, as the music grew louder, you decided to look out the window, and there was Raj holding the sound system for you like Lloyd Dobler in "Say Anything."

"Raj, what are you doing!?" you exclaimed, opening the window. A cold front blew in, causing you to clutch your long-sleeved blouse pajamas tighter.

"I'm showing you that I haven't given up on our love, like Lloyd Dobler!" he replied, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"That's so cheesy!" you responded amidst laughter. "Come up here, it's terribly windy out there."

He turned off the music and stowed it back in the car before coming up. His heart was racing; he hadn't planned much beyond surprising you.

When he knocked on your apartment door, you hugged him tightly, your warm body contrasting with his cold one in the predawn chill.

"Who would've thought, cold in July and in Pasadena. They weren't kidding about global warming, huh?" you said, a habit of making random comments in stressful situations. Raj knew this, and he knew he wasn't here for small talk, so, holding your face gently, he gave you a passionate kiss, even knowing you might hate him for it for the rest of your life.

"The guy you hate, the Raj of the past who was a jerk with women and reminds you of your exes... I hate him too. I hate him and I'm disgusted by him, but he doesn't exist anymore... thanks to you."

"Raj..."

"I can't explain what happened, maybe it's just a soulmates thing where after just one day with you, I knew you're the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with and do things right."

"I was really scared when I found out you used to be such... I guess the word is a jerk. I've been hurt and deceived many times, and when they told me about your past, my instinct was to end it before it got worse."

"I wouldn't be like that with you."

"I don't know. There's no way for me to know. You could get tired of me or fall in love with someone else, there are so many ways this could end with a broken heart. And I'm scared."

"Y/N..."

"But I like being with you, and I've decided to take a risk. I thought a lot from the moment I broke up with you and I know I was very... Intense with my decision, and I regretted it because everyone can be horrible, I can't predict that. 

But to stay with you, you need to promise me that you will always be honest with me. Communicate any feeling and don't make me look like a fool."

"Always, Y/N, I will always do whatever you want," he said, embracing you tightly.

"The Say Anything move was a nice touch," you said with a laugh, breaking the embrace.

"Oh, you know I'm a hopeless romantic," he chuckled, holding your face again for another kiss.

[uses-for-fics]

The Science of Us | Leornard Hofstadter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled. "I’d love to, Leonard."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

———

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

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

"You have?" he asked, shifting awkwardly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

You laughed. "I’m glad you came."

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

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

[elsbunny]

01. smart and beautiful

notes: hey guyyyyys, finally posted! so far im liking this idea but still lmk what yall think! tag list still open!!

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[starleska]

oh my God, okay. so somehow the episodes i had for this season were messed up, which meant i was missing City of Monsters Part 1. which means this evening i just watched Wendy Wower's debut in Small Hiro One. and you know what i thought? 'oh, she's so fun and zany!! i wonder what it would've been like if she met Mr. Sparkles, as they're both educated, whacky, vibrant entertainers!!' LITTLE DID I KNOW THEY'D ALREADY MET—😭😭😭💖💖💖