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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. “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.
“Ah!” Jimmy yelled, shoving at him. “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.