sheldon cooper x fem!reader

chapter eight...

i need to type

If it meant Sheldon would do this to her, and much more, she didn't give one fu-

After dinner, (Y/N) had one more question she had to ask before she left. After she asked that question, maybe she wouldn't have to leave. She could only hope.

"Hey, uh, Mrs.Cooper?" (Y/N) said, walking behind the kind lady as she carefully placed the plates into the sink, while everyone else went their separate ways through the house. Mary turned her head, her lips forming a soft smile. "Yes, dear?" She said, wiping her hands with a small hand towel that laid next to the coffee maker. 

"So, uh..." (Y/N) had no idea how to put this into words. "I don't really know how to say this, but, at school today, I had kind of a uh...altercation with Heather M. Apparently, well, I assume, Missy told her friends that me and Sheldon were 'acting weird', and so Heather M pointed it out, and uh...I may or may not have punched her in the face." She worriedly stammered, her thumbs fiddling nervously with each other. Gulping, she could barely bring herself to look up and see Mary's face. There was no way she'd let her stay here. Gosh, did she ever think?

But, she finally did it. Who would've thought? The person she told was her crush's mom. Huh. She looked up, her face in clear worry. Mary narrowed her brows in confusion, probably wondering why (Y/N) told her randomly. "W-Why are you telling me this, honey?" She stuttered, her grip loosening on the white hand towel she still held. 

"'Cause, well, when my mom found out today, she basically told me that I wasn't welcome home. And I don't know for how long." The last part came out in a whisper, looking away, anxious that Mary wouldn't accept her. But, to her surprise, Mary gasped lightly. 

"Oh, sweetie! That's horrible! So, you're saying...you'd like to stay here?" Mary beamed at the thought of an additional child in the house, since Georgie and Mandy had moved out already with a kid of their own on their hands. (Y/N) slowly nodded, avoiding her gaze. 

"Yeah...and, me and Missy aren't on the greatest terms considering she told that to her friends." (Y/N) stated, her lips forming a straight line, in a blank stare. Mary grinned, wrapping her tan arms around her in an instant, giving her the most powerful hug, she thought, she ever felt. Smiling, (Y/N) returned it, wrapping her arms around Mary. It was warm, and comforting. Her strong perfume from before had finally died down, creating a more easy smell. They pulled away from each other, a wide smile on Mary's face as she sat down the small white hand towel from before. "That's alright, honey. I'll make sure you two stay away from each other for now. Now, for sleeping arrangements, would you like to sleep on the couch or in Sheldon's room?" Mary asked, raising a brow as she pointed to the couch, and then pointing to the end of the hall, supposedly where Sheldon's room was. Honestly, of course (Y/N) wanted to sleep in Sheldon's room. But, how could she say so without sounding weird? She quickly had to make up an excuse for why she couldn't sleep on the couch. 

"Oh, Sheldon's room is fine with me. I usually get scared sleeping in an open space like a living room." (Y/N) lied through her teeth, covering it up with a sweet smile, hoping it would work in her favour. Mary nodded, her smile growing. "Alright, sweetie! Do you want me to tell Shelly or do you want to?" She offered. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the nickname. 'Shelly'. Interesting. "I'll just tell him," she smiled, using her thumb to direct to where Mary previously pointed. Nodding, Mary let (Y/N) find her way to his room.

(Y/N) walked, hands in her pockets to hide the fact she was very uncomfortable. Scared, even. What if Missy were to pop out of nowhere? What if she were to come into Sheldon's room and do something? She gulped at the thought, shifting her gaze away from Missy's closed bedroom door, and to the closed door at the end of the hall. (Y/N) mentally told herself it'd be OK, so, she got the confidence to knock on his door. 

Raising her fist, (Y/N) hit her cold knuckles against the hard wood, staring dead in between the rectangular carvings. The creak startled her, before she met eyes with him. His pale blue eyes met with hers, as he raised a curious brow. "Hey, uh, I gotta ask you something." (Y/N) muttered. Sheldon widened his door, scooting to the side as she made her way inside. 

His room was very tidy, not one thing on the floor. The first thing she noticed was his very large...train set? But, she decided not to mention it. Sheldon shut the door behind him, walking up in front of her with his brow arched up. "OK, so, I have to tell you something, and ask you something." (Y/N) nervously smiled, watching as Sheldon's brow only went higher. 

"What is it, (Y/N)?" He asked, nonchalantly. 

"So, I'm not sure how to put this into words, but-" She was cut off.

"Then speak. Words will come out in English." He said.

(Y/N) gave him a glare, before she continued. "But, when I was at lunch today, I kiiiind of punched Heather M in the face." (Y/N) said, still trying to smile innocently. But she failed. Sheldon looked baffled, eyes wide, mouth open ever so slightly, and head tilted to the side. And (Y/N) already knew what he was going to say. 

"Why?" There it is.

But, she absolutely could not tell him the real reason. Ugh, so, what does she tell him?

"I-I can't tell you," she said, looking away from his unsatisfied face. He pouted, furrowing his brows. "Why not?" If there's one thing we all know about Sheldon, it's that he always wants to ask why. "Because, Sheldon! If I do, you probably won't think the same of me!" (Y/N) nervously exclaimed, waving her hands in front of her chest. But, Sheldon wasn't going to budge. 

Sheldon sighed, walking closer to her, their noses only inches away from touching. He held his hand out, before forming a fist and sticking out his pinky. "Listen," he murmured. "I would normally never do this considering the hyperactive germs that will likely spread, but, I suppose I can make an exception." 

That took (Y/N) off guard. She really was lucky. 

"I..." He began, beginning to get embarrassed that he, Sheldon Cooper, was about to say 'pinky promise'. "I pinky promise that the reasoning behind why you punched Heather M will not affect what I think of you regardless of what information you tell." Sheldon said, glancing down at his pinky, waiting for the hold of (Y/N)'s. Nodding slowly, she interlocked her pinky with his. The slight physical contact between the two caused them to blush, as they both stared deep into one another's eyes. 

Sighing, (Y/N) began to stammer over her words, explaining it all to him with a widespread blush across her cheeks.

i'm not even a lovey-dovey type person but omgomg