sheldon cooper x fem!reader

chapter shh seven

(the ss above was me n my bsf js a minute ago PLEASEE IT WAS SO FUNNY)

It wasn't awkward at all, it was a nice, swift, comfortable silence going between her and Sheldon. And she liked it. 

Settling into the tall chairs at the dinner table, (Y/N)'s heart was pounding at the thought of seeing Missy again. She was worried everyone could hear it through her chest. Mary placed all of the finished plates in front of each one of us neatly, the hot smell over flooding (Y/N)'s nostrils. "Now, (Y/N), where would you like to sit, dear?" Mary's calm voice echoed throughout the dining room, causing (Y/N) to whip her head around towards her. She took a moment to look around the table in wonder. Wait, she had no idea where Missy sat. Dammit. She couldn't just stand there! Say something! The little voice told her, as she stood there awkwardly. "Oh, uh..." Just take a wild guess. "I'll just sit here, if that's alright." (Y/N) murmured, pulling out the chair on the left side of the table, next to the bottom head of the table. Mary smiled her usual warm way, non-verbally saying that it was OK. (Y/N) leaned back against the chair as she sat, wishing she could somehow sink into it. 

Footsteps could be heard from everywhere around her, and it made her anxious. (Y/N) glanced around, her (E/C) eyes dancing around each individual that could be seen. Mary, Sheldon, an old lady, and...finally...Missy. As soon as her and Missy made eye contact, (Y/N) narrowed her eyes, she wasn't willing to play someone scared. She was going to get to Missy until she apologised. That was her messy plan. Missy held it, before backing down and slowly turning her attention to anything else. (Y/N) looked around, before she looked to her left and saw Sheldon, tidying up everything remotely near him, so, basically the whole damn table. 

He leaned over (Y/N), making sure her fork and spoon were symmetrical enough that it didn't bother him, before going back to his seat. But, before he did, (Y/N) blushed immaculately, not expecting that. She could hear his low breaths, seemingly bouncing off of the table and onto her chest, and the thoughts came rolling in. Gosh, no, she couldn't think about that right now. 

Falling back into reality, (Y/N) blinked quickly as she looked around to see everyone gathered around the table, in their seats. Missy was sitting across from her, obviously trying her hardest not to make eye contact with her as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. The old woman next to (Y/N), which she assumed was Sheldon and Missy's grandma, greeted her with a large smile, far too big for her face. Her makeup was a lot, bunches of foundation rubbed to cover over her wrinkles, blue eye shadow, and bright red lipstick. Small lines crinkled around her smile, nose, and eyes as she smiled. But, (Y/N) returned it with a smile, too, nodding. 

"Alright, Grace," Mary stated, opening her arms wide, clasping her hands back and forth, signaling for everyone to grab a hold. Missy took her hand, a blank expression plastered across her face. It made (Y/N) shift uncomfortably in her seat, before she looked down. Sheldon's hand was placed in front of her, and his head was her way, cocked to the side. "(Y/N)," he started. "Did you wash your hands prior to dinner?" He asked, raising a dark brow at her. (Y/N) nodded slowly, before looking slightly confused at the sight of mittens laid neatly beside his plate.

"And this is why people don't come over..." Missy said, barely above a whisper as she shot a quick glance at her brother, earning a hard glare from him. But, to (Y/N)'s surprise, Sheldon only carefully slipped on one mitten on his left hand, for his mom. His right hand? He left bare, skin and all, just for (Y/N) to hold. Wow, was she lucky.

Everyone's wide eyes fell onto it, Sheldon's open hand ready for (Y/N)'s grasp at any moment. Her heart fluttered all too well, catching roughly in her throat. She gulped anxiously, as she could barely contain herself. But, bravely, (Y/N) gave in, intertwining her fingers in between his. They were soft, pale and soft. It felt too familiar to her. His hand tightened around hers, wrapping his long fingers around hers, his fingertips brushing against her nails. 

She couldn't contain herself. (Y/N)'s blood rushed to her cheeks, a noticeable blush emitting from them, tickling her ears and nose, rolling down her neck. Just little moments like this brought her to cloud nine, it shook her world. She looked over to him, Mary's quick prayer vanishing from her ears, and now all she could hear was the pound of her heart banging violently against her chest. Although Sheldon's eyes were closed, she could somehow see the oceanic blue shining through them, that's how powerful it seemed to her. (Y/N)'s blush only grew from there as she saw a faint blush of his own freckling his face, covering a bit of his features. Smiling slightly, (Y/N) was quickly taken out of her daze as his hand slowly rolled away from hers, and she mentally wanted it back. The feel of his hand even doing something as simple as brushing against hers unintentionally made her giggle and kick her feet, what was she to do if Sheldon took her off guard and straight up kissed her? But that would never happen, right? They only met today. 

...Right?

(Y/N) picked up her fork, her hot face annoying her mildly as she began to cut pieces of her meatloaf into bite sized portions, and taking small bites. She could feel Missy's eyes on her, and gosh, did she want to leave. But the only thing that was keeping her from doing so was the boy next to her. Ugh, it stressed her out.

She rested her hand on her thigh as her right hand spooned the fork with pieces of meatloaf on it into her mouth, as she didn't need it for anything. (Y/N) flinched slightly as she felt a cold hand press against hers, and folding their fingers lightly in between hers. Looking over, (Y/N) could see Sheldon eating, but, his arm was stretched out her way. 

It was his hand. 

(Y/N)'s face was hot again, as hot as it could be! Her heart sky-rocketed, her stomach seemed to float, little butterflies swarming in it. Her ears got hot, too, as if she were at the beach. Her whole body seemed to levitate just by a touch of his hand. And then it hit her.

(Y/N) really did love this boy, and only in under 24 hours. Damn.

His grip tightened as he met eyes with Missy, who was glancing down at the physical contact between the two, not making (Y/N)'s case any better. But she couldn't care less! If it meant Sheldon would do this to her, and much more, she didn't give one fu-