this was requested! you're welcome pooks, 1FederalPrison1
i'm listening to: breed by nirvana/undone by weezer (big W btw)
"Hey, Sheldon! I found our old video camera from when we were little. Wanna see?" (Y/N) questioned the boy, as he was in the kitchen while she had been digging through various cardboard boxes. Sheldon, who was reading a science-related book, didn't take one look at her, before responding.
"No, not really," he plainly said, his eyes bouncing along the words on the page before him. (Y/N) frowned, before walking up to him and playfully tugging on his shirt. "Oh, c'mon...please?" She whined, her lips forming a pout. Sheldon scrunched his brows, before sighing. "Fine."
"Yay!" (Y/N), with no warning, pulled on his arm, basically dragging him across the room.
Once they were there, (Y/N) picked back up the small video camera, handing it to him. Sheldon raised a brow, before clicking on a small button on the top rim of it. (idk if that's right, idk how video cameras work 💀)
A video began to play, showing a black and white screen of the small versions of Sheldon and (Y/N), as they were playing together. They looked around seven or such.
Well- more like (Y/N) was playing in the sandbox while Sheldon sat away from it, reading a multi-chapter book, due to his hygiene issues. As the two were watching the video, Sheldon noticed something. Raising a brow, he pointed it out. "(Y/N)," he murmured. "Mhm?" She hummed in response, turning her head towards him, head cocked to the side a tad with her brow raised.
Sheldon could see it by the way mini (Y/N) lifted up her arms to grab a toy in the video, the small and barely-noticeable cuts and bruises and dried-up blood roaming around her body.
"...Why do you have bruises and cuts on your body in the video?" He questioned, furrowing his brows a bit as he used his index finger to point to it. (Y/N)'s face suddenly seemed to fall, her lips parted slightly, her eyes widened, and both of her brows raised. She couldn't come up with an answer, there was no point, Sheldon hated lies. She knew this. (Y/N) blushed in embarrassment, chuckling nervously. "O-Oh, I guess I just...got hurt when I was younger?" She stammered, as if it were a question. Sheldon clearly didn't believe her, his brows furrowed a bit more. (Y/N) noticed it, her blush deepening.
"I... seriously dunno what you're talking about, Sheldon," (Y/N) said, curling her brows as she slightly moved her hand to cover up herself in the video. "Don't lie to me, (Y/N)." Sheldon sternly said, watching as (Y/N) gulped nervously.
"Fine."
She said, looking away to avoid his face. "Fine, when I was younger...my mom would..." she sighed, mentally telling herself it'd be OK to tell him. "My mom would basically beat the shit out of me for no reason." (Y/N) said, lowering her voice. As she glanced up, she saw the look on his face. It broke her. His confused face, his face that rose a brow, his face that had wide eyes, his pale face. His voice shook her out of her trance, as she knew she'd never told anyone before, he was the first.
"Why haven't I been aware of this before now?" He questioned, a sharp edge to his voice. And (Y/N) could tell he was serious, given his lack of saying, 'language', like he always did if she'd cuss. Although, she couldn't really give him a reason. "Honestly," she began quietly. "I dunno."
But before another thought could enter her head, a pair of arms wrapped around her, warm and comforting. Her eyes widened, realizing they were Sheldon's. He was such a germaphobe, she never expected him to do this. But, she felt vibrations through the fabric of her shirt.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, barely audible. (Y/N) blushed, looking down at the way his head was stuffed into the crook of her neck.
"I'm sorry I never noticed."
(Y/N)'s eyes twinkled with surprise, or maybe it was the tears. She sniffled, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning down slightly so she could rest her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you."
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BRO
