She Wanted Something Else, Something Different, Something More. Passion And Romance, Perhaps, Or Maybe

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

Today’s reccomended fic is a Big Bang Theory Sheldon/Penny fic by SpaceAnJL on AO3. Be sure to leave comments and support on their fic!

Summary:In which Penny finds a fun alternative to paintball, and Sheldon dusts off an old skill. And everything starts to change.

Excerpt: She knows how this is going to look. And right now, she doesn’t care.

They can all go to hell. She’s not leaving Sheldon to stick both feet in his mouth here. Yeah, he’s a grown man, blah blah. He’s also got the social sense of a house-brick.

So perhaps it is always about Sheldon. So what? Perhaps he needs someone on his side, for a change. Well, now, he’s got her.

She’s not the damsel in distress here. She’s the goddam dragon.

“Guess who’s just got murdered?”

“Guys I got the whole thing planned”

“What kind of woman don’t have an axe”

“Whaaaat Terry loves yogurt”

“Gina the human form of the 💯 emoji”

“I’m in a state of joy”

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Bonnie Bennett was single and this was a problem.

She had been free woman, ever since her ex Enzo had left her. Not only had he packed up without many words and texted her about it later, but he’d left her for an woman for sure old enough to be his mother.

Wasn’t the idea that men couldn’t help but trade in for the newer model? Somehow it was more insulting to Bonnie that he had traded in for an older model. The shitty part was she might have married him if he stayed, if he just let this affection die. Bonnie would have hitched herself to an utter asshole.

Okay, so calling him an asshole was sort of mean. He had been a good boyfriend. Not a great one, but a good/okay/decent-enough one. It wasn’t Bonnie’s fault that he preferred women with minivans, elaborate Pinterest boards, and matching workout suits from Juicy Couture instead of bikes, textbooks, and ripped jeans from Urban Outfitters. In the long run, it was probably good she and him had split ways. It still stung, but only when she thought hard about it.

She didn’t dislike being single. This was not the issue at hand. Bonnie wasn’t the type that always needed a boyfriend. She was, more often than not, single. She was confident enough to live and exist alone, or without a romantic partner, and only truly missed Enzo when someone invited her to watch a scary movie or a couple’s date night.

The problem was that, for months now, she’d been getting out of awkward social invitations at her work place by citing a mysterious boyfriend with strange work hours, thus the only time she could see him was conveniently when Susan in HR wanted to grab a beer and talk about feelings.

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