jimmytimmy-week

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Tercer día: Películas

Au Actores.

Maduro: Temas fuertes, muerte de personaje secundario, adicciones al tabaco y alcohol, exceso de malas palabras, Nada sexual.

Título: Luces, camara y ¿Amor?

Fanfic en Español

(el título lo voy a cambiar más adelante en ao3)

Sipnosis: Jimmy Neutron es un actor reconocido que tras la muerte de un ser querido termina dejando el mundo del espectáculo y siendo reemplazado por un actor novato.Timmy es un gran admirador de Jimmy y uno de sus sueños es conocer al actor y talvez algún día puedan trabajar juntos.

(eventualmente voy a cambiar la sipnosis)

No te lo negare, me inspire en el Manga Dakaretai Otoko, obviamente esto no es una adaptación o una imitación, para nada.Solo tome la inspiración para escribir esto, espero lo disfrutes por qué esto tendrá más de un capítulo, me agarró la inspiración y lo hice muy largo

puedes leerlo aquí

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Día... @#$& AU de Fantasia

Semana Jimmy x Timmy 😌💜

Lo siento, Este dibujo estaba listo en la tarde.... But... JAJAJAJ trabajo 😶... En fin... Me acabo de desocupar... Así que tenemos a Timmy Hada 💜😌💜

Seduciendo a un joven humano cientifico 🤭💜

#timmyturner #jimmytimmyweek2025 #jimmyneutrontheboygenius #timmyturnerfanart #jimmyneutron #boyslove

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Day 6: Genderswap / Roleswap

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Day 6 give it up for day 6! Roleswap aus are so interesting because- the characters keep their base personality, but the idea of them playing different roles would change them at least somewhat.

I could see Timmy the "boy genius" being far more chaotic with his creations- probably still occasionally using his inventions to help others, but he'd also be far more self serving.

Jimmy on the other hand is harder for me to grasp. I could still see him being a genius, but without the love and care to let that potential prosper- which is probably why he would need fairies. Its insane to think about Jimmy having neglectful parents since the Neuron parents are just..icons. I look forward to seeing anybody else's ideas, though.

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Day 5: Fantasy au / Coffee shop au

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Segundo día: Enemies to lovers.

¡Lo siento por la tardanza!

Titulo: Experimento fuera de control.

Categoría: Teen And Up Audiences. Tiene pocas palabrotas.

Fanfic en español.

Sipnosis:

Jimmy Neutron asiste a la Feria de Ciencias Interdimensional para presentar su último invento, pero su entusiasmo se desvanece al ver a su eterno rival, Timmy Turner, metido donde no debería. Cuando un experimento de Denzel Crocker sale mal, el colapso dimensional los obliga a trabajar juntos para salvar el multiverso. Entre roces accidentales, discusiones y una creciente tensión, Jimmy y Timmy descubrirán que su enemistad podría estar ocultando algo más.

Puedes leerlo completo en ao3

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JimmyTimmy Week Day 5!

Coffee Shop AU

Rated G (some swearing)

Words: 1169

Dr. James "Jimmy" Neutron is a hard ass professor, despite being almost the same age as his students. He ends up at a local coffee shop receiving a lecture to act his age. Then he is starstruck by the most handsome man he's ever seen.

Jimmy sighed as he watched Dr. Nolan push open the door to the coffee shop.

“You really need to lighten up, Dr. Neutron,” Nolan said, holding the door for him. “You're getting a reputation. A bad one.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “I don't really care about that.”

Dr. Nolan let out a long-suffering sigh. “Jimmy. You are twenty. They are eighteen. You’re not a cranky old man yet. Act more your age.”

Jimmy adjusted his glasses. “I don’t need them to like me. I just need them to learn from me.”

“Jimmy,” Nolan said in a deeply disappointed dad voice.

Jimmy narrowed his eyes. “Don't 'Jimmy' me.”

Dr. Nolan just shook his head, clearly already exhausted with him.

Jimmy tuned him out. Again.

He had no intention of adjusting his teaching style. His students were learning, passing exams, and his attendance rates were some of the highest in the department. That was what mattered. Not whether they thought he was friendly.

Then before he knew it, they were at the counter—

And Jimmy’s brain went completely offline.

The barista was… striking.

His nametag read "Timmy," but that wasn’t even the first thing Jimmy noticed. No, first he noticed the wild brown hair streaked through with pink and green, like he'd been attacked by a highlighter and decided to roll with it. His apron was half-untied, covered in coffee stains and powdered sugar.

And then there was his grin.

Bunny teeth, Jimmy’s stunned brain supplied.

Timmy leaned forward on the counter, propping himself up on an elbow, and grinned wider.

“Eh, sweater vest?” Timmy tilted his head, eyes dancing with amusement.

His voice was a little sharp, a little squeaky, and entirely too smug. Jimmy liked it immediately. He could listen to it all day.

“You gonna order?” Timmy continued, still smirking. “Or just stand there making bedroom eyes at the menu?”

Jimmy tripped over his own feet.

“I—uh.” He fumbled forward, adjusting his glasses. “I want a large quad-shot vanilla latte. With twelve pumps of syrup.”

Timmy froze. His expression visibly shifted from amusement to alarm.

“…Is that a cry for help?”

Jimmy blinked. “No? I just like my coffee sweet.”

Timmy didn’t look convinced. “That is three ounces of syrup, my guy.”

“Yes. I can do basic math. That’s why I ordered a large,” Jimmy rambled, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Timmy stared at him for a solid second.

Then he laughed. Hard.

It was loud, unrestrained, and honest. It was music.

Jimmy did not know what to do with that.

“I can do that for you,” Timmy finally said, grinning like this was the best part of his day. “It’s your teeth, your cavities.”

Jimmy gasped, feeling mildly offended.

Timmy just snickered and grabbed a large cup and a Sharpie.

“Alright,” he said, still grinning. “What name am I putting on this monstrosity?”

Jimmy straightened his posture.

“Dr. Neutron.”

Timmy froze mid-scribble.

His grin flickered.

“…Doctor?”

“Yes.”

Timmy’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, scrutinizing Jimmy’s entire existence.

“…Like, actual Dr. Neutron?” His voice dropped slightly, more incredulous now.

Jimmy shifted uncomfortably. “I get that a lot.”

“You look like you’re my age.”

“I also get that a lot.”

Timmy stared at him.

Then stared down at the absolute monstrosity of a coffee order.

Then back at Jimmy.

And slowly, the grin crept back up.

“…Oh,” Timmy said, delighted. “This is so much funnier now.”

Jimmy immediately regretted everything.

Timmy chuckled as he scribbled something on the cup.

“Okay, Doc.” He smirked. “I’ll go commit this crime against caffeine real quick.”

Dr. Nolan, who had been waiting for this moment the entire time, finally burst into laughter.

Jimmy is never coming back to this coffee shop again.

Jimmy was ruminating in his embarrassment as his eyes drifted back to Timmy working on his coffee.

He moved in a skilled yet messy flow. He was like a walking contradiction. A puzzle Jimmy desperately wanted to solve.

The sounds of steaming milk and the hissing of the machines faded into the background as Timmy was the only thing Jimmy could see. How could a man this wild, unpredictable, yet perfect exist right next to his campus?

"So, Doc?" Timmy's voice snapped him back to reality. He was holding out a to go cup of what would hopefully be an incredibly strong and very sweet vanilla latte.

Jimmy reached out for it on instinct.

Timmy pulled it back just out of reach, "now? It is the coffee you're staring at like that," the he winked, "or is it me?"

Jimmy felt his face heat all the way up to his ears. "I, uh, you know. It's..." He basically swallowed his tongue in an effort to shut himself up.

Timmy smirked and pushed the cup into Jimmy's floundering hands. He leaned forward with a grin that should be criminal. "Ah, don't worry about it, Doc. I know it's me."

Jimmy sputtered, but unable to form the words to correct the barista.

Timmy pulled back and put a finger phone to his face. "Make sure to call me!" Then he turned to the next customer.

Jimmy barely had time to process that as he looked down at the coffee cup with the most insane thing he'd ever seen.

Doc ‘Jimmy’ 

555-6782 💚🩷

Jimmy was frozen in time as he stared down at the number on the cup.

"Well," Dr. Nolan said with a chuckle, "that would be a good start to acting your age."

Jimmy jumped clean off the floor. Then glared at the professor. "That... That is indecent."

Dr. Nolan snorted, "wow, kid. Says the one staring at the multicolored barista like he was the only person in the room."

"I'm going back to my office!" Jimmy declared loudly as he turned on his heel and practically sprinted out of the coffee shop.

His heart was racing and his face was burning.

He got to his office and slammed the door shut behind him.

Goddard perked up from his charging bed. His head tilted to the side and he lifted up to show his screen.

You okay?

"I think... I think I got the cutest guy I've ever laid eyes on's number."

Goddard sent out a series of laughing emojis and a couple hearts for good measure.

"Goddard!" Jimmy chirped before he gently sat the coffee down on his desk.

He looked at it like it was a bomb. Like it was going to explode and laugh in his face.

He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone and started to type in the number.

"This is the most unprofessional thing I've ever done," Jimmy whispered it like it was a confession.

This is Jimmy

A beat. Uh. He needed to say more.

Sorry I stared and made a fool of myself. I was taken back

Jimmy threw the phone of the desk anddt out a groan as he collapsed into his chair.

Then the phone buzzed.

Hey~ Jimmy!

Dont worry about it. Ur cute 🥰

"Oh, I'm fucked."

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JimmyTimmy day 5!

Fantasy AU! This was pretty fun. I made Timmy a generic wizard (or like a sorcerer maybe? Warlock if you consider Cosmo and Wanda gods?) And Jimmy is like. An Alchemist Elf. Thing.

This is their DND campaign which will *not* end in an argument and/or powertripping.

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Day 4: Picnic / Pirates

There was a weird boy in your cabin on your ship. The pink tells you he is rich. You guess that he probably ran away and is now looking for adventure.

How did he get here? Or better question, why did you let him stay? You don't have an answer to neither.

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Day 3: Music ^_^

I totally did not skip day 2……..what……….. ANYWAY ya i like Clairo and they would listen to her together! That’s it!!!!!!!!

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Day 4 of jimmytimmy week Picnic or Pirates..I dont think they could choose

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Day 02 - Starcrossed Lovers/Friends or Enemies/Friends to Friends/Lovers.

Sorry!!! I know I'm a little late, but I'll try to catch up today. Here is the link to Day 02, I hope you like it!

Synopsis:

"When Jimmy Neutron realizes he might have a chance with his crush, timmy turner, he plucks up the courage and confesses.

a lovely and sweet scene is produced."

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JimmyTimmy Week Day 3!

Music!

Rated T

Words: 1115

Fluffy married Domestic bliss. Dancing in the lab to classical music!

Timmy will forever be a Male Wife.

Timmy Turner-Neutron had never expected domestic bliss.

It wasn’t exactly in the cards for a kid whose childhood had been an absolute whirlwind of chaos. But somehow—somehow—he had ended up here: married, with a good job, a house, and the whole white-picket-fence fantasy.

If he thought about it too hard, he might start laughing. Timmy Turner—former menace to society, now a responsible adult.

The funniest part?

His husband was one of the smartest people on the planet. A genius. A literal world-changing scientist.

And the most infuriating workaholic Timmy had ever met.

Timmy was used to sharing Jimmy with the rest of the world—scientific breakthroughs didn’t exactly make themselves—but this week? This week had been ridiculous.

Jimmy had been locked in his lab for days, hyperfixated on some new project, only emerging when Timmy dragged him out to eat or sleep.

And honestly? Timmy was so done with it.

Which was exactly why he was marching downstairs, grinning mischievously as he found Jimmy exactly where he expected him to be—hunched over a worktable, welding mask down, blue flame glowing from the blowtorch in his hands.

Timmy knew better than to just walk up while Jimmy was working with something dangerous, so instead, he flicked the lab lights on and off.

Jimmy immediately shut the torch off and lifted his welding mask, blinking as he turned toward Timmy.

“Hey, Nerdtron,” Timmy grinned, stepping closer. “How much longer are you planning to work tonight?”

Jimmy sighed, wiping his hands off on a rag. “Not exactly sure. Probably one or two in the morning?”

Timmy made a noise of pure offense, blowing a dramatic raspberry. “Boo! That’s a terrible answer. You should call it a night!”

Jimmy smirked, unfazed as always. “I’m busy, Timmy. You know that.”

Timmy crossed his arms, ready to argue, but then—

Then he noticed the soft classical music playing over the lab’s speakers.

Not unusual. Jimmy always worked with music in the background.

But this gave Timmy an idea.

His eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Alright,” Timmy sighed, stepping forward and casually reaching for Jimmy’s welding mask, “at least give me some attention before you go back to work.”

And before Jimmy could argue, Timmy had tugged the mask off, set it aside, and grabbed his husband’s hand with a grin that meant trouble.

Jimmy opened his mouth to argue, but before he could get a word out, Timmy was already dragging him away from his workspace, pulling him toward the open floor in front of his console.

“Console!” Timmy called out, already grinning. The AI program that Jimmy had added to the lab a couple years ago was always fun for Timmy to override. “Turn the music up and play something we can slow dance to!”

“Timmy—” Jimmy started, exasperated.

“Of course, Timmy,” the AI responded obediently. Then, through the lab’s speakers, a soft, melodic tune floated into the air like a gentle breeze.

Timmy let out a triumphant noise and wasted zero time—grabbing one of Jimmy’s hands and placing the other on his waist. “See? The console likes me more.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes but didn’t protest when Timmy pulled him in flush against his chest. Didn’t even try.

Timmy kissed Jimmy’s forehead as he started swaying them in a slow, lazy circle.

“You know you work too hard,” Timmy murmured against his hair.

“You always say that,” Jimmy chuckled, finally allowing himself to relax, resting his head against Timmy’s chest.

“That’s because it’s always true, Nerdtron,” Timmy teased. “You need to take time to slow down and enjoy things, or one day you’re gonna blink, and we’ll both be old and gray.”

Jimmy blinked up at him, blue eyes searching his own. “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.”

Timmy snorted and blew a raspberry. “Nah, I just tell the truth.”

Then, with zero warning, he spun Jimmy out in a wide circle—before yanking him back in and dipping him effortlessly.

Jimmy let out a breathless laugh, gripping onto Timmy’s shoulders as he was literally swept off his feet. “I always forget how good of a dancer you are.”

“What can I say?” Timmy grinned, pulling Jimmy upright again, “Cosmo was one hell of a teacher.”

Jimmy shook his head, but instead of responding, he tilted up and kissed Timmy deeply.

Timmy immediately melted into it, eyes slipping shut as he held Jimmy close. They continued swaying to the music, the hum of the lab fading away until it was just them.

When they finally pulled apart, Timmy let out a contented sigh, eyes warm.

“I’m so glad I have you.”

Jimmy chuckled, “Me too, Starshine.”

Timmy’s grin turned impish. “Though, if I’m being honest? I don’t really like sharing you with the rest of the world.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “I knew there was a catch.”

“You need to remember to schedule time for me and for you to actually take care of yourself.”

Jimmy let out an amused sigh. “You sound worse than Goddard.”

“That’s because you married me, and it’s my job as your wife to nag you,” Timmy declared, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Jimmy snorted. “You would say that.”

“What?” Timmy twirled him again, completely unrepentant. “You need to eat, to sleep, and to spend time with me. Those are basic requirements.”

“You’re a brat, Timmy.”

Jimmy tried to take the lead, awkwardly spinning Timmy this time. Of course, Timmy was obnoxiously graceful, leaning into the movement like he did this for a living.

“But I’m your brat,” Timmy grinned, “and I’m pretty sure that time I fell out of the hover car voided my warranty.”

Jimmy missed a step, throwing his head back with full-bodied laughter. “I’m pretty sure I lost the receipt anyway.”

“Good.”

And then, Timmy did the worst thing imaginable—he rubbed his stubbled chin against Jimmy’s face.

Jimmy yelled, shoving at him. “AH! QUIT! You know I hate that!”

Timmy cackled like a menace, absolutely delighted with himself. “Come on, Nerdtron! I made dinner—come eat before you starve to death down here and I have to tell your mom I failed in my wifely duties.”

Jimmy sighed dramatically, but there was no real fight left in him. “Fine, fine. I’ll eat.”

“That’s what I like to hear!”

And then, because he is the worst, Timmy darted past Jimmy and smacked him on the butt for good measure before taking off up the stairs.

Jimmy yelped before immediately bolting after him.

“TIMOTHY NEUTRON, GET BACK HERE!”

Both of them were laughing like absolute idiots as they disappeared up the stairs, chasing each other like they were still sixteen and hopelessly in love.

Yeah.

Domestic bliss was one hell of a drug.

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Day 3: Music / Movie

Prom night

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Primer día: Primera cita.

Fanfic largo y en español.

Perdón por la tardanza.

Apto para público general

AU universitario.

Timmy fracasa invitando a salir a Jimmy dos veces, la tercera vez lo consigue y sale mejor de lo que esperaba.

Avance: Hoy era el día. Después de estar reflexionando por semanas, por fin se decidió invitar a salir a Jimmy, su mejor amigo de la infancia del que secretamente está enamorado. Desde hace 3 años se dio cuenta de sus sentimientos románticos por su amigo, en un principio la idea de enamorarse de uno de sus amigos más íntimos e inteligentes era una completa locura, por qué vamos, ellos dos eran tan diferentes a pesar de compartir ciertos gustos, de todas formas no evito sentir amor por el. Desde su forma de hablar o de la manera en la que camina, como si el mundo estuviera a sus pies, para algunas personas eso podría significar que Jimmy es un engreído de lo peor, aunque muy equivocados no estaban de eso, Timmy no estaba de acuerdo con aquellos que se expresan así de su amigo.

Por alguna razón, no me deja escribir tanto jajaja.

(Mucho texto) (enlace del fanfic completo aquí 👇

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63905818

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jimmytimmy week day 3

Music or movie...I think my choice is pretty clear on this

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i get a thrill outta playing with fire, i don’t feel alive if i ain’t in a fight. (10985 words) by Anonymous “Why can’t you work together, Jimmy?” their teacher asks in response, brow drawn in suspicion. Timmy has a feeling that she knows perfectly well why they can’t work together, and is just a messy bitch who lives for drama: it’s how he copes, he won’t apologize. “For what it’s worth, I think you’ll be a terrific pairing.”

“I hate his guts, miss.”

The teacher purses her lips, looking between the two boys with a displeased expression. Timmy thinks they’re being perfectly reasonable. “Well, that’s rude.”

“It’s true,” Timmy says, taking his feet off of where they rest on his desk so that he can lean forward in his seat. “I hate his guts as well.”

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JimmyTimmy Week 2025: March 15th, Enemies to Lovers ( Rated Teen for a LOT of Swearing )