#starcrossed and stupid

[starcrossedandstupid]

I said I would never do a pinned post, but I here we are.

All the Mes:

@ethogirltournament this has been going on for months, as I am a horrible poll runner, but that just adds flavorrrrrr.

@here-i-am-daily a crane wives daily, part of the dailyverse!

@neckkissesplaylistdaily Joel’s neck kisses playlist daily. No I won’t stop

@half-deadpoet my writing account. My baby, my first lie.

@starmakespixels my pixel art account, I post very sparsely though.

@mcyt-confession-room the mcyt confession blog I made

@theofficialadam @lucifersducks @the-mystic-council my ask blogs (Lucifer is Hazbin, Adam is just the Bible)

More to be added!

[riaki]

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✮ messy sleeper - aki hayakawa

synopsis: being a messy sleeper is tough. you'd sometimes kick aki or even slap his face because of your constant movements. but aki doesn't mind though.

warnings: fluff, really short, self-indulgent because im a messy sleeper 🙇🏻‍♀️, ooc aki?? i think — wc: 508

notes: first aki fic i hope this was to every aki lovers liking (i had to ask my mutuals on twitter about his personality because i didn't want to mess his character up 😭) tagging @riaki and @kissxcore teehee

aki is a heavy sleeper. he could sleep through thunderstorms, loud tv noises, loud neighbors, basically anything. however, the only thing he could not sleep through was you. aki, who is quite literally a rock when sleeping, could only be awakened by you. no, this doesn’t mean the “aki, wake up. it’s already late.” — it means the you constantly kicking his leg or smacking his face with your flailing hands.

today was no different. aki was awoken by your flailing hands once again, but this time, the only difference is that the blanket is missing.

“ow-” aki mutters as he forces himself to open his eyes. he groans removing your hands from your face. you are still sound asleep despite hitting aki in the face. “not again…” he looks at the clock and sighs at how early it is (he finally got a day off and had decided to wake up late today but you had other plans).

aki places a hand over his eyes, trying to fall back asleep but he can’t. so, instead of trying to sleep again, he forces himself to wake up and prepare breakfast for the two of you. he slowly rises from the bed, careful to not wake up.

about five minutes after aki left the room, you woke up. rubbing your eyes, you looked around, wondering where aki went. you were instantly relieved when you could smell bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen. you sluggishly walk down the stairs, peeking into the kitchen. “aki, what’re you doing up so early? i thought you-” a yawn escaped your mouth. “i thought you wanted to sleep in today.”

“well, that was the plan. but you-” aki stops, not wanting you to feel bad. “i wanted to make breakfast for us.”

you smiled lazily, still sleepy. “aw, that’s sweet, aki.” you walk up to him and grabbed his hand, making his attention shift to you. “but i know when you’re lying. tell me.”

aki sighs. “you smacked me in the face while you were sleeping. again.”

you stayed silent before bursting into laughter, clutching your stomach. “oh my god-” you wiped the tears away from your eyes. “again? aki, i’m so sorry.” you didn’t really seem sorry in aki’s eyes, from the way you laughed so hard. “how did the blanket end up on the floor? no wonder i was freezing.”

“you think?” aki frowns, still confused as to how you’re even asking him that question. “you think i kicked the blanket off of the bed?”

“well, no. but it was worth the shot.” you gave aki a cheeky smile. “wanted to see if you’d take the blame for me.” you teasingly gave aki a boop on the nose, laughing at how aki’s face changed into disbelief.

“you-”

“bacon and eggs for breakfast! you just know what i’m craving for the day, do you?” you say, quickly cutting him off.

aki sighs in defeat, unable to say anything else as he looks at you basically gleaming with happiness, a smile on his face.

[calisources]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences and quotes have been taken from different media about starcrossed lovers or forbidden love, full of angst, some bold words, some nasty ones, possessive nature and letting someone use you as a replacement. So, some toxic energy in this one. Change pronouns, locations and names as you see fit.

I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then.

Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?

And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.

I'm falling in love with you.

I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I have waited for this for such a long time. Consequences be damned.

These violent delights have violent ends.

 I’m only human. And you are …all-consuming.

Don’t go into this lightly. If you’re mine, you need to understand I will burn the fucking world to the ground for you.

I will never let you go, do you hear me? 

 will keep you safe. And I will find a way for us to be together.

If you make me cry at my own coronation ball, I’ll never forgive you.

If you were any less the man you are, I would beg you to take me with you.

If you were any less the woman you were, I would beg you to come with me.

I've known lust. This is something worse. This is a barbaric need to possess, to eliminate, to own. This is madness.

This is lust.

She’s your very own forbidden fruit.

You said you didn't want this.

We all desire what we cannot have.

Have you noticed how the boy looks at you?

Do you think I didn’t notice? The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching?

You are dangerous desire, and I am your prisoner.

We can’t do this on so many levels.

I can't even whisper her name, my heart would burst out of my chest.

But I would fight against the stars for you.

I have ruined your life.

Some lines you just don't cross. 

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Having something forbidden is exciting, don't you agree?

The closer we get—the more I let you in…the more dangerous this gets.

Don’t you get it? You’re what everyone wants! But I’m not going to let them win.

Make it so I never have to dream about this again—make it so we can have this…forever.

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

We were doomed from the start. 

Nothing is as deadly as the love of a powerful man.

But this kiss? It's ruined me. This is the type of kiss I never knew existed. 

You sure about that, Dad? Because he's done everything to me.

Are you scared of me now?

You loved me - then what right had you to leave me?

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

One moment, you give me everything that I want, and in the next, you snatch all of that away.

It's hopeless. We can never work out.

The world didn’t want us together so I forged a new one where we would.

How could a peacock lust for a lion?

You're tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper you sink in.

I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you.

It's absurd how crazy love can make you...but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you.

 That you and I are meant to be together, but never meant to be.

Why does fate seem always to conspire against us? To deny us life's simple pleasures?

We'll meet after this war. I'll certainly find you wherever you'll hide. 

War makes fools of men and women wanton.

What offends you most, Father? That she's Catholic, or that she's poor?

If my father discovers you here, he'd cut off your little nuts and eat them. He can't stand you.

You tempress, I see you once and all I can think of is having you.

Feelings are forbidden, does not mean we cannot enjoy one another.

The more you deny me, the more I desire you. You are a plague in my mind.

Ever since we met, no one else can compare. 

How can I be with someone else, when I’m with them, it’s you I see.

You can have me, think of whoever you love. For tonight.

You can pretend I'm her/him. I don't care. I just want you.

[diamondcitydarlin]

I just have to say I'm very not normal about Guillermo's "Put him down. Now." and Nandor doing it like a loyal obedient guard dog even tho he absolutely wants to tear Tim Heidecker's throat out for daring to speak to Guillermo with such disrespect !!!!!! The fact that Nandor had to have been (somewhat) nearby during the whole exchange to intervene JUST IN CASE. I know, I know, we're all having discourse with valid opinions on each side about how this relationship is going in the final stretch but this sort of thing, to me, feels like the purest expression of TRUE adoration and devotion from a character like Nandor, a character whose authentic feelings seem to always be portrayed in actions and deeds rather than words. To me, it is v hot and romantic for Nandor to not only be so protective of Guillermo, but to OBEY his command without a second thought (likeeee that ALONE !!!!! JFC!!!!). And that says nothing of them now discovering this new arrangement for being and working together- because it's what they've wanted this whole time, a reason, an excuse to live their 'lives' together again, but not the way it has been before. They're on the same page now, for perhaps the first time. They are so complicated and stupid and, personally, given all that's happened to and between them and all the issues they both respectively have I've never been prouder of these idiots. They are true blue starcrossed messy af soul mates !!!!!!!!!!

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[skzaholix]

LOVE han jisung x reader w. maybe a little cringy but what is good love without cringe, this is gonna be a wilddd trip, jisungs mother isn't it... , lovesick!jisung gen. angst, fluff , starcrossed lovers sum. your world suddenly comes crumbling down when your lover feels as though you don't want him as much as he wants you so you choose to prove him that it isn't true. count. 2.8k

"they're a disgrace, jisung. do you want to love a disgrace?" the words replayed in your head as you sat rushed out of the home, jisung following quickly.

You both knew of each others feelings for one another, you both knew of the circumstances you both stood in but that wouldn't stop him, neither should it stop you, could it?

" y/n wait , i know what she said back there is bad but-" he attempted to find an excuse for his mothers words yet his mouth ran dry at the thought of any.

you sigh, discouraged and tired as rain poured onto you in heavy bunches, an uncomfortable feeling at best. "jisung-"

"oh how i hate when you call me that." he yells over the loud patters, not bothering for safety as he runs faster, grabbing onto you.

"ji, i'm sorry but i think we should just stop trying... i mean, no one wants us together and no matter what we try it never works." you turn to look at him, the rain covering up whats meant to be tears

"we just have to try harder, love. and if not, i don't think their opinions matter at all." he says, worry in his eyes as he calculates the possible outcome of this

"no ji, you don't understand. you're not the one being berated everywhere because of your social classing" you pull your arm from his grasp, looking at him with a cold stare.

he had never seen you in such a light towards him, perhaps he deserved it but who would he be if not a fighter for something he truly held valuable.

"okay, you're right i'm sorry-" he said huffing out a breath.

"no you're not sorry, you're selfish." you stare at him, expression blank as tears continued to fall with each passing blink.

his expression changed from one of worry to one of desperation.

"I'm... selfish?" he asked, his eyes saddening as he frowned.

"yes! you force me into this stupid relationship when all i get is reprimanded so yes, you're selfish."

you truly didn't mean it. jisung was persistant, he'd fight for something no matter what but you were tired, endlessly being dehumanized at the hands of anyone with any superiority.

"I thought you wanted- I thought you liked me..." he breathed heavily, his mind racing with many thoughts as he tried to mask the hurt. It was scary, how well he'd done it though, his eyes now showing a cold glare.

"Fine. I don't even know why I bothered, got my clothes all soaked for nothing." He said, his stare intense on you before he walked back into his home almost robotically.

your heart hurt as you watched him walk back into his home but you knew maybe it was all for the better.

The campus cafeteria buzzed with loud chatter as everyone prepared for lunch. Jisung sat at a table across the cafeteria from you but yet his eyes never seemed to stop looking at you. You were reading a book, paying little to no attention to your food.

Felix stared at Jisung with concern before following his gaze. "you alright? why don't you just go over there and sit with them?" He said, waking Jisung from his trance. "We're.. not together anymore," he said quietly before felix looked at him with a look of sympathy.

"Oh... I'm sorry," he replied as the table for the two had gotten quiet, of course before seungmin ruined the silence.

"Why are you watching them like a hawk then?" Seungmin asked, sliding his tray of food next to Felix's, giving a blank stare despite his ruthless remark, earning a glare from felix.

"Don't they look a little bad? I mean- not bad just... like they've been through a breakup and are upset?" Jisung was down bad, feeding off delusions in his head to prove to him that what you said wasn't true.

"No, they look the-" Seungmin starts, only to be stopped by Felix.

"I'm sure they're just as hurt as you are hyung" Felix suggests causing Jisung to nod.

Truth be told, you were. You'd taken a lot of effort to even get out of bed today and get ready, not to mention the self torment and strain you had to endure even trying not to look his way, it was torture.

Hyunjin appears at the boys table, his eyes squinted as he looked at the faces around him. "What's going on?"

"He's going through a breakup." Seungmin says, pointing at Jisung before going back to chewing on his food.

"A breakup? I think I have a good idea for you to get over it" Hyunjin suggest, cleaning closer to Jisung who only pushes him away.

"I don't wanna get over it. I want them" He pouts, covering his face in mental torment.

" this isn't right for your mental, maybe you should try to move on..." Felix says, bringing a hand to pat the man on his head.

"Right. That's why I suggest you go out with Yunhee" Hyunjin says with a smile on his face as Jisung glares at him.

"What?"

"Cmon, she's has a crush on you. She has had for a long time. Its way better than unrequited love."

"Hyun, that would be unrequited love" Felix says to which Hyunjin shakes off.

"He can fall in love with her, you can't fall inlove again, everyone knows that." Hyunjin says as Jisung sighs deeply.

"If i do it, will you shut up?" he asked, his eyes bored as Hyunjin nods with a smile.

You felt maybe you were doing right and that as time moved on you'd only get better. Yet, the thing is that the heart wants what it wants and the feeling of being happy will only be there for but so long before you're longing that true happiness once more.

That's exactly how you felt as you watched Jisung walk down the hall with Yunhee, the same girl who's always had a 'crush' on Jisung.

Yunhee was a bit of a childish person, spoiled, bratty, but luckily for her, rich.

she was also your mortal enemy who took it upon herself, even now at her big age to want whatever you wanted, even the things she knew you couldn't have, for example, Jisung.

You knew she didn't like him, she and her friends would joke about it everyday, stealing him from you just to see you with nothing.

She was using him, using your jisung.

"Hey ynnie!" You heard a bright cheery voice behind you belonging to no other than Felix.

You turned around to look at him, a playful grin on your face. "Aren't you Jisung's friend now? I saw you sitting with him yesterday."

He tilted his head, pouting. "Can't a guy have friends? I feel like a child of divorce."

You roll your eyes. "Why is jisung with Yunhee?" You ask, nudging your head towards the two.

Felix gives you a knowing look, a small smirk on his face. "Why? Jealous?"

You glance at him, scowling. "I just think it's ironic someone who says he's so hurt about a relationship is back with someone else in less than 72 hours" you cross your arms.

Felix nods, "Don't worry, he's just doing it for Hyunjin, they'll either be linked by the arm or complete strangers by time the college christmas party is over depending on how well they're communicating"

linked by the arm.

meaning dating?

obviously y/n.

uh oh.

truly you hadn't seen this one coming, you obviously weren't expecting for him to find someone else so quickly whilst you were still mourning. for that same person to be the one who never even cared about him.

you left hurt him just for him to be hurt again. there's no way you'd let yunhee go through with whatever trick she was going planning.

so you tried, speaking to him for the first time in what felt like forever

Jisung sat in the chair of the music room by himself as he looked over the notes for a song he'd been learning on guitar.

You'd been there everytime he let you listen to the rough drafts of his finishing project; it felt a little bittersweet hearing the finished version.

He played the notes softly, his eyes intently staring at the paper before he pushed his glasses up on his nose, letting out a sigh.

"Whoever's standing there you don't have to be a stalker, make yourself known" he said bluntly, causing you a little panic.

"Sorry..." You muttered but he recognised your voice instantly, his eyes widening as he quickly glanced back, putting his facade back on once more.

"What do you want?" His tone was cold, much like yours on the night you broke his heart.

"Can we talk?" You ask quietly, pushing the door to the music room closed a bit.

He let out another sigh, this time deeper and sounded annoyed. "What?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Yunhee" You started and the delusions in his mind almost made him think you were jealous, causing his heart to beat a little faster at the possibility.

"What? Are you upset i'm with someone else?" His tone and his heart are speaking two different languages because his tone is cold and upset but his heart is longing for you to want him, to accept him as much as he does you, if only he knew.

"What? No no, I just- Yunhee is only gonna hurt you, i don't think you should go out with her." You admit honestly, a look of concern in your eyes as you try to mask the feeling of hurt.

He scoffs, letting out a harsh laugh before standing. "You can't be hypocritical, y/n. It isn't a good look on you." he brushed past you before you could even get a chance at speaking.

Another thing about Jisung was that he was stubborn, very stubborn. And yet so were you.

A few days later, Jisung sat at the table with Felix, chewing on some carrot sticks they served which honestly were the first time they ever tasted fresh like they did today.

You rushed over, placing your hands on the table as a halt, getting the attention from both boys before Jisung looked back down at his food quickly.

"Ji..." You spoke, trying to get his attention.

"Jisung please..." You begged, walking over to the opposite side of the table to sit with him, gesturing to felix that now wasn't the best time to sit there to which he took the hint.

"Ji-"

"What do you want this time." He said, his eyes never landing on you, his attention only focused on the orange vegetable.

"Listen i'm sorry about what I said, i never meant to hurt you.."

"That's not gonna make me any less hurt, y/n. If this is an attempt at getting Yunhee gone, it's not working." He said bluntly.

"What? Jisung no-" He scowled at the name again.

"You know, you don't want me, neither do you want anyone else to. do you just hate me, y/n?" He asked, now staring at you with a death glare. If looks could kill, you'd be ready to be shipped off in a coffin.

You sit in shock and silence at his words, causing him to scoff in disbelief, standing up as he collects his stuff.

You manage to grab his hand when he walks by but he pulls it out of your grasp before you can even get a word out.

Two weeks has passesd since you last interacted with Jisung and everytime he sees you, he avoids you like the plague. You've come to the conclusion that he is complately done with you, that you're both done. It hurt like hell, you could barely even force yourself out of bed for the first week, let alone focus on anything besides the fact that you lost the greatest thing life can give you.

It was now lunchtime and you sat at your usual spot, now more caught up in a book than ever, anything to distract yourself from looking over across the cafeteria where they could see you. Luckily for Jisung, as you would've caught him staring at you from afar.

"Goodness, they look like they haven't been eating. You guys think its my fault? Fuck, i'm so stupid." Jisung scolds himself, covering his face as he tries to hide the tears threatening to slip.

"Han, I don't think you should be worrying about your ex when you have a nice date tonight with your new date." Hyunjin says although his still pats his back for comfort.

Han breathes in for a second, nodding slowly as he wipes the tears from his face, Felix's eyes filling with concern before his eyes glow with oppurtunity.

"Alright fine, this'll be the last date before i go off to weep in misery" He says before sighing deeply.

Felix turns up to your home with a big smile on his face, as he explains his idea of you finally speaking to Jisung, and tells you that Jisung also is going through a rough time and is only mad at you because he thinks you don't love him.

So thats how you end up at the party, standing awkwardly. You'd had over 6 drinks of some random non alcoholic drink to keep yourself from looking too awkward but now you've got to pee.

you walk to the bathroom which is very close but stop when you hear a conversation and familiar voices.

"jisung? nah i only need him to get back at y/n, remember?"

"ah, you think he actually is starting to like you yet?"

"that'd be a bummer, but it may benefit his parent's are rich. probably the only reason that bitch wants him."

"right, that's genius"

their conversation made your blood boil. she not only was using him to get back at you but she also was using him to get free money?

even if you couldn't win him back, you'd get your revenge before she thought of doing whatever she wanted to.

she walked out of ther bathroom, watching you stand there with a glare on her face. "Privacy much? no one asked you to be a stalker."

you stared at her , rage filling your eyes before you looked into your 7th cup, filled with juice inside, throwing it right into her face.

convienetly enough, Jisung was right outside the door to the bathrooms so he heard the loud shriek she gave and came inside, only to find you standing there holding a red solo cup outside down, leaking small drops of red juice onto the tile floors, causing Jisung to cringe before he walked over to you, looking at you in disbelief.

He grabbed your arm, softly, pulling you out of the bathroom and into a room more quiet, ignoring the screams from Yunhee.

He paced the room as you sat on a desk in the from, looking at him.

"What the hell was that?" He finally asked, looking at you.

"Ji- she said something bad about you! why are you upset with me?"

He glared at you, this time in an unrecognizable way. it was neither angry, nor cold, just frustrated?

"You... You confuse me Y/n. " This gets you to look up at him, your mouth dry, unable to answer.

"You tell me you love me, and want to fight, for me then you go and tell me i'm selfish when you cloud up every fucking thought I have, not even the valuables you say I want so bad can even match your value, how much I want you." Your eyes widen, unable to speak; he doesn't want you to anyways, he's not finished.

"Then you act all sweet and hurt, making me hurt for you yret, you can't even say no when I ask if you hate me and now... you're.. you're fighting someone for saying they want to hurt me, making me all fucked up."

The room is in complete in silence as you two stare at each other, desperation and shock in both of your eyes.

"say something please... do you love me? If you don't... I'll try, I'll get over it"

"ji... I do... I really really do but-"

"oh you know I hate it when you say "but" ..." he groans a little, moving closer as his eyes fill with desperation.

" I don't wanna go through that again... and I know it's unfair and downright selfish for me not to want you to move on but I just... I want you..."

he stares at you with hearts in his eyes as he softly grabs your arms.

"I'll do something about it... I promise it'll stop just next time tell me about this stuff, I can't lose you again, especially not like this." he says, staring into your eyes.

the room falls silent once more before you pull him into a passionate kiss, one filled with desperation, longing, and the taste of peppermint candy canes on his tongue.

"I love you, y/n so so so much."

"I love you so so so much as well, hanji"

AUTHORS NOTE: hello everyone this is the first part of amore, mio !! this was honestly a plot I had been drifting back and forth from but basically I can say I honestly got the whole idea for this series based on @dearbrisky ( this is a different plot than you asked for i apologize) asking for hopeless romantic hanji so i decided why not do a love trope for all members . I also wrote this all in the middle of the night and its not quite proofread so please tell me if there are any gendered terms used in here !! i'm also not the best writer so please do tell me if this writing g pace felt like whiplash

[hellodahliah]

starcrossed

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police: aside from your employees, are there anyone else who have access or keys to this place?

bianca: no, not that we know of.

police: there is a chance your employees could have lost their keys or given them to someone who shouldn't have them.

antonio: h-hi boys! as you can see, we're a bit busy here!

romeo: oh watcher! is there anything we can do?

mercutio: "rot in hell, monty sounds like something the capps would write.

antonio: *sigh* we don't have proof it is them. now go home, keep an eye on patrizio. if i know my father well, i know he'll let his emotions get the best of him and do something stupid.

patrizio: *throws a vase into the wall so it breaks* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! TO HELL WITH THAT CONSORT CAPP! IF HE WANTS A FIGHT HE SHOULD COME STRAIGHT TO ME LIKE A MAN, NOT PLAY DIRTY TRICKS LIKE A SNAKE! A SNAKE IS WHAT HE IS! THEY ALL ARE!

patrizio: we can't let him or his family walk over us like this! we need to strike back!

isabella: we? no, patrizio! this is exactly what consort wants: to provoke you!

romeo: relax, grandpa! sit down, take a deep breath! bianca and antonio will take care of this!

mercutio: remember what the doctor said about your high blood pressure?

patrizio: FINE! i'll take justice into my own hands then!

romeo: grandpa! no, come back here!

[dragongodryss]

Does anyone want me to do a stupid FT edit for them?

I just remembered how fun they are

@starcrossed-loserz

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@lilacharbour

@electronicclowncollector

@oryu404

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JimmyTimmy Day 2!

Starcrossed Lovers

Rated T

Words 5462

Heavy Angst, Hopeful ending, Timmy forgets everything on his 18th birthday, last kiss, second chances, romance, dates,

(This isn't edited like my fics normally are, you bare with that fact. When I post it on AO3 it'll be polished)

The song I was listening to on repeat writing this.

Timmy had spent years convincing himself he’d never get this. That he couldn’t.

That was the deal, right? He could have a childhood full of magic, full of adventure, full of everything he ever wanted—but at 18, it would all be gone. And not just the magic.

Everything tied to it.

Every wish. Every moment.

Every person.

Jimmy.

Timmy knew this. He had come to terms with it. He had spent years accepting that no matter what his heart wanted, this—this thing happening right now, in front of him—was something he wasn’t allowed to have.

And then Jimmy Neutron went and ruined everything.

Because Jimmy was standing in front of him, fidgeting with his sleeves, adjusting his glasses, shifting his weight in that way he only did when he was actually, genuinely nervous.

And then, in a quiet but steady voice, he said:

"Timmy, would you—would you want to go out with me?"

And just like that, everything Timmy had spent years preparing for fell apart.

Because oh. Oh.

Of all the things Timmy had prepared for—this wasn’t one of them.

He had prepared for heartbreak. For loss. For the quiet, creeping sadness of watching the clock tick down to the day he wouldn’t remember Jimmy anymore.

He hadn’t prepared for Jimmy wanting him back.

Hadn’t prepared for Jimmy looking at him like this, hopeful and nervous and so, so sincere.

Hadn’t prepared for his own heart screaming at him to say yes.

He should say no. He should.

He should spare them both.

But Timmy wasn’t strong enough for that.

He never stood a chance.

So he smiled.

And he said, "Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to."

And just like that, he was doomed.

Jimmy's smile was worth everything in that moment. “Oh, I'm so glad you said yes.” He reached out and grabbed Timmy hands, “I tried to run calculations on that statical probably you'd stay yes. But emotions are so hard to qualify and the only thing I could reason is that the only way to have a non zero outcome was to not ask. So, statically I had to ask.”

Timmy felt his heart to that stupid thing in his chest. Where it best sideways and sent a sharp bite through his chest. “You're rambling, Nerdtron.”

Jimmy promptly clamped his mouth shut. Then a nervous, sharp chuckle escaped him. “I was, wasn't I?”

“Definitely,” Timmy squeezed the hands in his own, “and just so you know, Mr. Always know the data. There was never any chance less than 100% that I’d say yes.”

Jimmy laughed and pulled Timmy to his chest. 

Yeah, it was at that moment Timmy knew he was well and truly doomed.

~

Timmy didn't know what dating Jimmy was going to be like. He had no idea. Being friends with Jimmy has always been easy. Like incredibly so, since the first time they truly hung out and built Shirley. It had been easy. 

Dating Jimmy? It wasn't just easy, it was natural. Like it was his they were always meant to be. 

Jimmy always threw his full self into things like his inventions and being a hero. He did the same thing wholeheartedly with dating Timmy.

Timmy was spoiled. Jimmy was a buy you chocolates, help you study, paint your nails for you, twirl you around to your favorite song kind of boyfriend.

And Timmy was so fully, completely hopelessly lost in it. And he did everything he could to return it tenfold.

He made sure to grab books he thought Jimmy would like. Bought him treats, made sure he ate, brushed his hair, helped him keep the lab clean.

Though he would steal Jimmy away from his lab as often as he could. Pulling him along on dates with bouquets of flowers and his full undivided attention.

He had to give everything he could to Jimmy, because he had a time limit.

He knew their days were numbered. He had a lifetime of love to shove into what would barely be two years.

Two years that had to count for everything.

~

It was completely natural for everyone around them as well. No one was surprised when Jimmy and Timmy were caught holding hands and running to the Candy Bar together to share a milkshake. 

No one was surprised when Jimmy was caught wearing Timmy’s pink hoodie.

Cindy thought it was the most hilarious turn of events in her life. She couldn't even be mad. 

Jimmy's parents adored Timmy. They loved that their son had someone who brought such joy and chaos to his life.

Timmy thinks he'll also miss Mrs. Neutron's pies.

Though there are a few things that Timmy doesn't think he'll miss. The strained relationship between Jimmy and Timmy’s parents was one. 

Jimmy never really got over the fact the Turners couldn't tell them apart when they were younger. So, he didn't like visiting Dimmesdale in actuality. 

Jimmy had mastered teleportation technology back when they were still kids, so the gap despite being several states apart from each other wasn't that big. Jimmy would pop into Timmy's bedroom in secret several days after Timmy got back from school.

Jimmy of course had graduated high school by the time he was 15. He ran a business now, sold and patented inventions. But he was still a kid at heart and loved watching movies and going to the comic book store in Dimmesdale. 

They'd go to concerts and games. Jimmy enjoyed holding Timmy’s hand and walking through the mall. Several people that Timmy knew from  school would ask about Jimmy every once in a while, almost in disbelief that Timmy had found somebody. 

Jimmy would always brag about how wonderful Timmy was, as if Timmy wasn’t dating one of the smartest people on the planet. 

It was perfect.

~

Timmy caught himself looking at the calendar. His heart suddenly slamming in his chest with a fierceness that made him flinch.

Three months.

The time had slipped through his fingers like sand no matter how desperately he tried to hold onto it. He was watching the sand at the top of the hour glass reduce to the last few granules. 

“I'm… I'm out of time,” Timmy whispered into the walls of his room. His voice choked up and broken. 

Cosmo and Wanda appeared and placed gentle hands on his shoulders. Wanda spoke up first, her voice gentle, but firm. “You need to tell Jimmy the truth.”

Timmy let out a shuddering breath, “I know. I just don't know how.” He shook his head, “I don't want to ruin the time we have left.”

Cosmo let out a small gasp, looking between Wanda and Timmy with wide eyes. For once he didn't say anything. 

“You can't just disappear, Kiddo,” Wanda reminded. 

“Maybe I could leave something for him?” Timmy rushed out, “something he could open after my birthday?”

Cosmo and Wanda exchanged a look. It was the most Timmy had said about telling Jimmy the truth.

“Yeah. I could make a little box of letters, pictures, and knickknacks. So he'll always have something of me to keep with him. Even after I'm gone,” Timmy's voice cracked and shook through the sentence. “

Wanda nodded, “that sounds like a good idea, Sport,” she displayed her wand, “how shall we start?”

Timmy gently lowered her wand, “no magic for this. It has to be real. It has to be from me.”

Then the hardest three months of his life began.

~

Gathering little things for the box was the easier part. A ticket stub, a little ring Jimmy win him at an arcade, the poofer teleporter, one of Timmy's pink hats, and several other bits and bobbles. 

To anyone else, it would look like a five year olds treasure chest for a game of pirates. But Timmy knew every single item had weight. Every single knickknack would have meaning to Jimmy. 

Then he letters? Those weren't easy. Those took every fiber of his courage to put the words on paper. He'd write something every chance he got. Adding more and more paper to the box as the time slipped forward. Several of them were a bit tear stained.

But Jimmy? He was mostly unaware. Though, he could see something was off. Timmy was acting a bit differently. 

Hugs would linger longer, he'd fall asleep in the lap watching Jimmy work. Dates were more personal now, less going out and more nights cuddled up in the same ean bag chair playing games and talking until the sun came up. 

Timmy couldn't get enough. It would never be enough. It was worse as he realized that if their time together didn't have an expiration date, the box would be a great way to propose. 

It was random moments of what ifs and what could have been that almost broke Timmy to tell the truth to Jimmy's face. But he couldn't ruin their numbered days. 

“Hey, Jimmy?” Timmy asked as he wrapped his arms around Jimmy's neck from where he was sitting at his computer console.

Jimmy paused in his work and leaned to turn his attention fully to Timmy, “what's up, love?”

Timmy could help but feel like his smile was watery, “your birthday is coming up. What do you want to do? Pick anything or anywhere and I'll make it happen. You'll be nineteen, the musical coming age number. It's gotta be good.”

Jimmy laughed, as he made a dramatic gesture of thinking really hard. “I don't know. Don't you have school?”

Timmy blew a raspberry, “I'll skip a few days. No one’ll notice. My grades are pretty good,” he poked Jimmy's temple, “thanks to my boyfriend being the smartest and most patient man on the planet.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes, “I suppose I should try to talk you out of that,” but he sighed with his lips twitching from a suppressing smile, “though I know that tone. You've already made up your mind and even I, the great Jimmy Neutron, can't out stubborn Timmy Turner.”

Timmy laughed, “see? You've learned!” He placed a smacking kiss on Jimmy check, “so, what comes to mind?” 

Jimmy spun around and pulled Timmy into a huge and buried his face into the crook of Timmy's neck, “anywhere with you is good.”

Timmy chuckled as his cheeks warmed and his heart swelled in his chest. “Ah, that's not an answer, Nerdtron.”

Jimmy pulled back and blue eyes met blue, “okay. Why don't we plan a trip to somewhere romantic like Paris or Venice?” Distance didn't matter since they could teleport them anywhere across the world. Jimmy with his machines and Timmy with his magic. 

“Paris?” Timmy laughed, though the sound was warm and disbelieving, “the city of love?” 

“Of course,” Jimmy grinned, “where else would I want to take a special birthday vacation with the love of my life than in the city of love.”

“Ah, I hate France,” Cosmo muttered from where he was hiding as a pair of headphones. It was followed by an ouch. Wanda must have done something. 

Timmy felt the laughing turn a little broken 

God, he was going to miss this. 

~

It was only days before Timmy would turn eighteen. Days. Single digits. Time was out.

Timmy promptly decided to skip school that week, he even got his mom to sign a note excusing it. Hell, she probably didn't even read it, but that didn't matter in the end. 

He teleported to Jimmy's lab with two bags packed and his wild buck tooth grin in full display. “Hey, almost birthday boy!” 

Jimmy startled and turned around from a machine he was building. He lifted up his welder's mask with a brilliant grin. “Oh, hey, Starshine. I wasn't expecting you until later.”

Timmy blew a raspberry and flicked his hand with dismissal, “pssssh, me doing the something expected, never!”

Jimmy crossed his arms and smirked, “you're really skipping school for my birthday, huh?”

Timmy walked up closer and smiled down at Jimmy's slightly shorter frame, “I'm not skipping I got the next week excused.”

Jimmy blinked as he took off the welder's mask, “the whole week?” 

Timmy nodded and leaned forward smacking a kiss on Jimmy's lips, “the whole week, just me and you!”

Jimmy rolled his eyes before he reached out and pulled Timmy into into an embrace, “you are the most extra man alive.”

“Oh, definitely,” Timmy grinned, “and you love the most extra man alive, and I've somehow managed to bag the smartest. So, it's only fair.”

Jimmy just melted into the hug.

Timmy's heart was screaming, but he swallowed down the hurt, “So, you ready to get back for our trip to Paris?” 

Jimmy pulled back just enough to blink, “you really planned a trip to Paris?” 

“Of course!” Timmy declared and spun Jimmy around once, “I told you anything or anywhere and you picked Paris. So to Paris we will go!”

“Incredible,” Jimmy whispered in awe, his dark blue eyes sparkling. 

Yeah, that was the look Timmy was going to keep on his face until the last possible second. 

~

They teleported to Paris, using magic this time. Jimmy wasn't going to lift a finger. 

They ended up in front of a nice hotel near the Eiffel tower. 

Timmy had been here in some chaotic and wild and magical shenanigans. But this felt real, simple.

He looked around and caught Jimmy's wide eyes as he took in the city. It was a worthwhile expression. 

Sure, Jimmy had had his own share of wild adventures and business trips under his belt. The scientist sometimes forgot to just enjoy things. 

Timmy was good at reminding him to live.

Who would Timmy even be after the magic was gone? Who would Jimmy become after he was gone?

Timmy shook his head, forcing the melencoloy away. “So, Nerdtron,” he drug out grabbing one of Jimmy's hands, “welcome to the city of love!”

Jimmy beamed as he matched Timmy's eyes. “It's definitely only the city of love since I'm here with you.”

Timmy felt as if he'd taken one of cupid's arrows to his chest. “Oh, that was sappy!”

“Says the guy who's taking his boyfriend to Paris for his birthday.” 

“Ssssh!” Timmy flushed, “that's a secret. I have a reputation.”

“The only reputation you have is for being incredibly gay,” Jimmy teased with a kiss, “lead the way Romeo.”

Timmy caught himself flinching at the irony. “Of course!” He gestured wildly to the hotel and started the process of checking them in. Something he wouldn't have been able to do without magic. But cosmo and Wanda were determined to also make this the perfect week as well.

Jimmy just took everything in as the went to a really nice room. “You've outdone yourself, Turner.”

Timmy threw his suitcases onto the bed with a flop, “I told you. Only the best this week.”

Jimmy just smiled as he pulled Timmy into a huge and twirled him around. Jimmy wasn't strong exactly, but his need to be dramatic at times outweighed the laws of physics.

Timmy chuckled and held on tight for several reasons. “Okay, okay!” He laughed with his whole body before Jimmy put him down. “You ready to go exploring?”

“I'm ready to go anywhere with you,” Jimmy said like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Lead the way, Starshine.”

And Timmy did. He grabbed Jimmy's callused hands from years of working on machines and led them into the streets of Paris for their final adventure together.

~

And it was an adventure of a lifetime. Timmy and Jimmy practically sprinting up the stairs to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Timmy leading the charge while making fun of his desk bound boyfriend. Kissing at the top and twirling around like the movies.

They went to more places to eat than they could name. They both nodded to the idea that French food was next level. Timmy absolutely ate snails and Jimmy watched equally impressed and horrified.

Timmy terrorized at least three mimes. Cosmo definitely helped with that. 

Timmy insisted that they get a portrait done by a street painter. Jimmy complained that it was silly, but his blush and smile when the artist gave them little canvas proved he felt otherwise.

Then they spent an entire day in the Louvre and Timmy had a blast and Jimmy found it interesting. They did get in trouble when Timmy let out a cackle and tried to high five the Mona Lisa. Jimmy was horrified and also tried to stop his wild boyfriend. When they were lectured and given a warning, Timmy walked away with a grin. “Worth it.” Jimmy let out a long suffering sigh. 

Then there was the afternoon on the boat floating down the Seine. It was cheesy as hell and very touristy, but Timmy could care less as Jimmy held his hand and rested his head on his shoulder. There was music drifting around them and Timmy fully believes it was the closest thing to true magic he's experienced.

Then there were the locks. They walked by them hand and hand and Jimmy immediately intrigued by the oddity of a reinforced bridge covered with thousands of locks. They looked it up together and Jimmy lit up like a Christmas tree. Timmy actually felt his stomach drop. 

Couples locked locks into the bridge and threw away the keys into the river to signal everlasting love. 

“We have to do this,” Jimmy said as he pushed his glasses up, “it's tradition, apparently.”

Timmy smiled to the best of his ability. “Yeah, we should do that.”

Jimmy immediately and efficiently found a person selling locks and produced a laser from his bag and immediately carved into the metal a little ‘TT+JN”. He presented the lock and keys with a wide smile. Timmy felt his heart breaking as they went to the fence and clicked the lock in place amounts the ocean of others little locks. 

Then with a key each the tossed them into the river with two little plops.

“I'm so glad we met,” Jimmy declared like it was truest words he's ever uttered.

Timmy swallowed around the lump in his throat, “me too, Jimmy.” And those were the trust words he's ever spoken.

~

Then as they came back to the hotel on the final night it was time.

Timmy was going to be 18 when the sun came up and it was going to be over. And Timmy didn't know what to think of all the emotions that welled up the second the door to the hotel clicked shut.

“This has been the greatest birthday present of my life!” Jimmy declared to the room as a whole. His back to Timmy. 

Timmy felt his hands shake a little bit. “I'm so glad,” his voice shook. 

Jimmy lowered his hands slowly as he turned around. He must have heard or seen something that set off his boyfriend's senses. “You okay, Starshine?” 

Timmy didn't answer, he deflected because he didn't want to lie and say he was fine. “I've actually got one more gift for you.”

Jimmy's brows scrunched together as he walked back to Timmy. “You sound sad about it.”

Timmy shook his head, “it's a secret. So, once I give it to you, you have to promise to wait until you wake up on my birthday to open it.”

Jimmy took Timmy's hands, “a gift for me for your birthday?” 

Timmy chuckled as he squeezed his boyfriend’s rough hands, running his thumb over the knuckles trying to memorize the texture. “Yeah, it's extra special that way.” Timmy pulled back and went to his bag and took a deep breath as he grabbed the box. He put the last letter in there that morning while Jimmy was still sleeping. 

Timmy stood up and grinned. He hoped his face didn't betray the fact he was handing over his entire childhood over to Jimmy in a wrapped up cardboard box. As if he wasn't handing over an entire life he wouldn't even remember living.

Jimmy took it with a shake of his head, “only you'd get me a gift for your birthday.”

“What can I say?” Timmy chuckled, “I'm romantic like that.”

Jimmy placed the box in his suitcase and then walked up to Timmy and took his head into his hands. “What's wrong? I know something's wrong. You look too sad for you to be okay.”

Timmy out his hand over Jimmy's and let out a wet chuckle. The tears were threatening to escape, “I just… I just don't want it to be over.”

Jimmy caressed Timmy’s cheek, “all the best things must come to an end.”

Then Timmy couldn't hold it in anymore and he leaned into the hand and tears finally fell. Jimmy has no idea how tight he was. This was the best thing to ever happen to him and it was always doomed to end. “Yeah, you're right, Jimmy.”

Jimmy sighed and pulled Timmy into a warm kiss. “It'll be okay.” 

Timmy wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to a hug like it was the last one. His face buried into Jimmy's neck. The tears spilling onto his boyfriend's soft shirt. “Hey, Nerdtron. Can you promise me something?”

Jimmy wrapped his arms around Timmy and help him like he was his entire universe. “Of course, Timmy.”

“No matter what happens, can you promise me that you'll be okay? No matter what, you'll still be you?” Timmy had to choke the words out. 

Jimmy tried to pull back but Timmy just held on tighter. 

“Please?” Timmy murmured, his fingers digging into the fabric of Jimmy's hoodie. 

Jimmy held on, “of course, I promise.”

Timmy let out a sob. 

~

They snuggled under the hotel blankets after Timmy let the tears run out. He made sure he made Jimmy laugh a couple of more times. Not wanting Timmy crying was his last memory of him. He'd worked too hard to prevent that, but he had to mourn it just a little bit. He couldn't hold it back now that it was here. There was no turning back the hands of time.

Then after whispering sweet nothings to each other, Jimmy fell asleep in Timmy's arms.

Timmy waited, perfectly still until he was for certain that Jimmy was asleep. “Hey, Cosmo? Wanda?” He called them for his last couple of wishes. 

They appeared in a poof. Wanda, pink eyes were red rimmed and her face somber. Cosmo had a quivering lip and silent tears running down his face. 

“Yeah, Sport?” Wanda asked quietly.

Timmy swallowed and looked down to Jimmy's peaceful sleeping form. “Hey, Jimmy. I need you to know that even when I don't remember you, that I still love you.”

Jimmy smiled in his sleep. 

Timmy wiped at his face before he looked up at his fairies. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, “I wish for Jimmy and all of his things to be back at his lab. Make sure he's tucked and comfy as well.”

Cosmo and Wanda wiped at their faces as they lifted their wands. Then with a poof, Jimmy was gone.

Timmy arms collapsed around the empty space and the tears streamed down his cheeks and before he could even say anything Cosmo and Wanda had him wrapped in an all consuming hug. 

They all just wept together, mourning the loss that Timmy wouldn't remember. 

They stayed like that for several minutes before they realized time was almost out. 

“Okay, okay,” Timmy pulled back, “I wish to go back to my room with all my stuff put away and back to normal.”

Then with a poof Timmy was back in Dimmesdale and he watched his bags unpack themselves and his room looked like it always did.

Timmy stared at his blue room and then to the clock. It was ten until midnight. 

He looked at his godparents and smiled, “ready to knock me out?”

“You don't gotta say it like that, Sport,” Wanda couldn't help but chuckle.

“‘Course, I do,” Timmy smirked, “I wouldn't be me without a little chaos.”

Then with a care of loving parents, Cosmo and Wanda tucked Timmy into bed and with a little bit of magic. The pink hat wearing boy fell asleep and Wanda and Cosmo each gave him a kiss on his forehead before the clock chimed midnight and they poofed back to fairy world.

~

Jimmy woke up slowly then all at once. He shot up in bed as he took in his bedroom. 

“What?” He asked the room at large. He glanced around looking for Timmy. His bags were stacked at the end of his bed. The only indication that the trip had happened.

He flopped out of bed and rubbed his eyes. He fumbled for his phone, it was on the charger where he normally left it. 

He picked it up and looked for Tommy's contact, but it was gone.

He scrolled through his phone and everything related to Timmy was just missing.

He scrambled, now wide awake, to his console in his lab to backup and recover the files. But there was nothing it was as if they were never there.

“What did you do, Timmy?” He muttered as started to panic. Timmy had been so upset last night and Jimmy couldn't figure out why. Did he just get…dumped?

He suddenly remembered the present that Timmy insisted he waited to open until today. He quickly ripped open his suitcases and found the pink box all wrapped up chaotically.

He methodically peeled the wrapping paper away and started at the lid of the box that with Timmy chaotic hand writing.

To: Jimmy Neutron, the love of my life.

From: Timmy Turner

He pulled the lid off and let out a gasp. The box was filled with letters and knicknacks.

Things from the entire time they had been dating, and few even from before. 

The poofer teleporter, ticket stubs, a ring Jimmy has won for Timmy at the arcade, one of Timmy’s pink hats. Then there were so many letters. 

Jimmy pulled out the stack and found one labeled: Read First.

He cautiously unfolded the letter and in very neat script, for Timmy's handwriting was there.

Hey Jimmy, 

First thing I want to say is that I'm sorry and that none of this is your fault.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I couldn't say it to your face. 

As of my 18th birthday I will no longer remember who you are. Let me explain.

Jimmy eyes darted through the words in a rapid pace. He couldn't believe his eyes. 

Magic? 

Fairies? 

Cosmo and Wanda? 

Danny Rules? Fairy Law?

Timmy explained everything in great detail. And everything clicked into place.

Every quirk, every weird ability, ever single oddity and impossibility explained in one heart wrenching letter. 

Then Jimmy grabbed the next one. The handwriting wasn't nearly as neat and he could see where a few words were smudged from tears. Every memory written down in detail.

Letter after letter Jimmy read his entire relationship with Timmy written in ink. 

Every moment of Timmy's childhood was preserved on paper for Jimmy to keep alone. 

The tears were unstoppable and the rage that came with the unfairness of it all struck his heart in a way he didn't know he could feel.

He was fuming, trying to come up with a solution anything he could think of to fix this. But he didn't know anything about magic. Magic wasn't supposed to even be real. It was an impossibility. 

Then before he could spiral any harder he heard a familiar poof. His head whipped around to see Cosmo and Wanda. Tommy's holograms… no his fairies.

Wanda floated forward, her face pinched and sad. “Hey, Jimmy,” she said slowly, he voice small and gentle as if she was approaching a frightened puppy.

Jimmy was not soothed, his emotions and tears were overflowing. “You knew this whole time and never told me?!”

Wanda flinched, but she gestured openly with her hands, “we couldn't tell you or this would have happened sooner.”

Jimmy's head spun at that. Timmy had said something about that in his letters. He frowned, “then why are you here now?” 

“We care about you Jimmy and we wanted to come explain the rest,” she placed a hand on his shoulder, “and to make sure your okay.”

Jimmy laughed, the sound crooked, “I don't think it'll ever be okay.”

“I won't lie to you and say it will, but you're unfortunately going to have to live with it,” Wanda said slowly, her voice was warm but shaky.

“That's not fair!” Jimmy yelled, his voice crackling with her force of it.

“It's not,” Wanda agreed.

“So, what?” Jimmy accused, “I just move on as if Timmy wasn't my entire life?”

Neither of the fairies answered, just exchanging a worried look.

“I just… I just have to accept it?” Then he pointed a finger at them, “there has to be a way to fix it!”

Cosmo shook his head, “there isn't. Trust me, we looked and asked, and maybe begged once or twice.” 

Jimmy didn't answer this time. His eyes just darted between the floating figures. 

He'd never see Timmy again. He'd never kiss Timmy again. He'd never hear his laugh or see his buck toothed smile again.

Timmy was just gone and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Jimmy, quiet, voice raw from yelling: “Does he even know what he lost?”

Cosmo and Wanda exchange a look, hesitant.

Wanda, barely above a whisper: “No.”

Jimmy closes his eyes. Takes a shaky breath. “He’s just… living his life. Without me.”

Cosmo nods, sniffling. “It’s like you never existed.”

Jimmy grips the box tighter. His whole body trembling.

Because Timmy lost everything.

But Jimmy? Jimmy is the only one left who has to live with it.

Wanda hesitates, then quietly says: “There is… one thing we can do.”

Jimmy looks up, hope flickering in his broken eyes. “You can bring him back?”

Wanda shakes her head. “No. But we can make you forget, too.”

Jimmy’s breath catches.

“It won’t bring him back,” Wanda continues. “But if it hurts too much… we can take it all away.”

Cosmo, for once, is completely serious. “You won’t even know you lost anything.”

Jimmy stares at them. At the box in his hands. At the letters, the memories, the pink hat.

And then he shakes his head. Firm. Certain.

“No.”

Wanda’s eyes widen. “Jimmy, you don’t have to—”

“Someone has to remember him.”

The room goes silent.

Jimmy clutches the box to his chest. His whole world may have collapsed, but he refuses to let Timmy disappear completely.

Even if it destroys him.

Jimmy, voice breaking, whispering to himself: “I won’t forget you, Starshine.”

Cosmo and Wanda watch in silence. Because they can’t do anything but bear witness.

Jimmy, one last time, holding onto that pink hat:

“I promise.”

~

The café is nothing special. Just another place, another routine, another ordinary day.

It has been over a year since the incident and Jimmy was still struggling to find a routine. Things were normal, but that didn't count for much anymore. 

Jimmy isn’t expecting anything when he steps in, orders his coffee, waits by the counter.

And then—

"Hey, I think you dropped this."

The voice hits him like a lightning strike.

Jimmy turns. And there he is.

Timmy Turner.

He’s standing there, holding out a pen Jimmy hadn’t even realized he’d dropped, smiling casually, like they’ve never met before. Like they weren’t once everything to each other.

As if he still wasn't Jimmy's everything.

Like he wasn’t once Jimmy’s whole universe.

And Jimmy—Jimmy is frozen.

Because Timmy looks the same and yet completely different. His hair is still wild, his grin still easy, but his eyes don’t recognize Jimmy at all.

Timmy has no idea who he’s talking to.

No idea that Jimmy has spent every single day since his birthday remembering for both of them.

No idea that Jimmy has been walking around with a heart full of love for someone who doesn’t even know he exists anymore.

Jimmy swallows. Forces a breath. Forces a smile.

"Thanks," he says, taking the pen from Timmy’s outstretched hand.

Timmy grins. "No problem." He turns, like he’s about to leave—

And Jimmy can’t let that happen.

He can’t lose him again.

So before Timmy can step away, Jimmy gathers every ounce of courage, every piece of his broken heart, and speaks.

"Hey—can I buy you a coffee?"

Timmy blinks, surprised, but then—he shrugs, grinning.

"Sure. Why not?"

And as they walk to the counter together, Jimmy lets himself believe.

Because this time—this time—Timmy won’t forget.

And Jimmy will get the chance to fall in love with him all over again.

[wanderingvance]

someone send help Im thinking back in class because I must have said something and it must of been stupid because this was @chocolate-overlord reaction to that

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[kimbapisnotsushi]

happy birthday to the absolute love of my life iwaizumi hajime!!! have a medley of timeskip hcs bc i barely do those and the only way i can confront being an adult is with characters who became adults alongside me :))

i think no matter where oikawa and iwaizumi are in the world, oikawa always sends a birthday text right as the clock strikes 12 in iwa's time. even if it's four AM on oikawa's side he vows to always be the first to wish iwaizumi a happy birthday :))

(it started when oikawa left for argentina, because that would have been the first birthday they'd spent apart from each other. it's the least oikawa can do, in his eyes. it's the least he can do for not being there.)

do you ever think about the moment where two characters who have never met but have a previous connection to each other via another character find out about said character after meeting. bc i do. a LOT

bonus points if that "someone" is kageyama or hinata or karasuno as a general nuisance

anyways this happens when kuroo and iwaizumi meet and it's HILARIOUS

"what do you MEAN you got your ass whooped by them in high school I got my ass whooped by them in high school too!!!!"

this is a freakishly common occurrence in japan's professional volleyball circuit. there's a support group chat for it and it's got over fifteen people

(there are a few exceptions - komori's really just there for the kicks)

speaking of which. i don't think komori ever stops being a megafan of yaku's. when he hears that they're going to be playing side-by-side on the national team he IMMEDIATELY dials sakusa and just screams into the phone for like a solid minute

hyakuzawa was really shy with everyone at first bc he never really knew them much before, but at his first practice match hoshiumi slammed a ball onto the floor so hard it ricocheted and hit atsumu in the face and, without missing a beat and while atsumu was yelling for hoshiumi to eat shit through a bloody nose, hoshiumi turned to him and went "see that? that was a lesson on what NOT to do" and hyakuzawa knew at that moment that he was in a safe space

sometimes ushijima and iwaizumi will talk about irvine like it was some secret dreamy romantic getaway between starcrossed lovers from medieval times

iwaizumi: "man i remember that one night we drove to the desert to stargaze. that was so cool. really pretty. i forgot my jacket and ushijima was kind enough to lend me his" ushijima: "it would not have done for you to catch a cold, we had a meeting with my father the next day to ask for his blessing" everyone else: "what the actual fuck"

the blessing was to see if utsui could take iwaizumi on for an internship

okay wait quick break from national team shenanigans bc i was thinking about this for a while but i think romero is soooooo impressed when hoshiumi, kageyama, and ushijima tell him that they all know hinata personally. i think he asks them to help ask if hinata can do a favor for him

"you want hinata to WHAT" "i want him to throw me like a paper weight!!! so i can show my son!!!"

hinata's like "OH MY GOD NICOLAS ROMERO WANTS ME TO THROW HIM???" like he's SO honored. he thinks it's an honor to be able to throw romero and romero thinks it's an honor to BE thrown by hinata it's so stupid i love them

and then romero calls his son and is like "SON GUESS WHAT. NINJA SHOUYOU THREW ME LIKE A PAPERWEIGHT TODAY" and sends him the video and little romero is SO hyped

in general i think hinata AND hoshiumi would be able to bench press like 99% of the adlers and the jackals and like. maybe the whole pro league

hoshiumi wants to try so he goes "hey kageyama c'mere for a sec!!" and kageyama is all "?? okay sure" and he just scoops kageyama up, tosses him in the air, catches him and puts him down like "okay thanks, you can get back to what you were doing now!"

i think kageyama actually looks up to hoshiumi a whole lot and it's super cute

okay sorry back to national/all-stars teams squad shenanigans

suna has the newest phone within the canon timeline because his old one broke when hakuba spiked a volleyball into it trying to do a trickshot

suna wasn't even mad bc they DID land the shot it was sick as hell

nobody was really familiar with iizuna aside from, like, sakusa and komori and MAYBE yaku and ushijima so when he joined the all stars match all cool and calm and capable and hot like 90% fell in love. and then he wrestled sakusa into a headlock within five minutes of sakusa being a little bitch and they fell in love even more

this part here was supposed to be a fun little bit about the all-stars team dynamics bc it's funny as hell but it was getting WAY too long and i severely underestimated how insanely complicated having people with grudges like ten years running would be on the same team so like. expect another post soon i guess?

ANYWAYS

they always try to do something when everyone is in town for training or some kind of promo exhibit like the all-stars match bc otherwise it's really really hard to hang out since they're scattered all over the place

imagine if they went to the beach. like. imagine if you were just the average beach goer and you went one day and all of a sudden there is a whole ass group of twenty or so incredibly powerful men who all look like they could kill you with just one hand and they're all screaming their heads off playing beach volleyball. and you look at them and you think they seem vaguely familiar but you don't know why. and then you go home and check twitter and your beach is trending and THAT'S how you find out that the entire goddamn national team took a day trip to visit the beach

[yuri-plicatsky]

@ JUSTIN YOU DICK. NEVER TRUST A WHITE GUY

sung-jae :((((((

i just started season 2 of zombieverse and my thoughts from season 1 still stand: tsuki is an angel and dex is who i WANT to be in an apocalypse (unfortunately i think i am sung-jae)

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | mature | 2.1k | cw: major character death (temporary, as in reincarnation) | tags: soulmates, starcrossed lovers, reincarnation | summary: In every life, in every universe, they will find each other again. What's a lifetime if you measure it in eternity? | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is a fire that never goes out | AO3)

1

Troy, 13th century BCE

Achilles often marveled at the serenity of the sea at night. His mother is tempestuous by nature, unpredictable and untamed, and most days the sea reflects her nature. But not tonight. Tonight the waves are shallow, a gentle rocking of their ships that had lulled Patroclus to sleep in his arms.

The lone candle on his bedside bathes the room in a warm orange glow, casting shadows across the naked skin of his lover. He can see his marks on the alabaster skin, pale as the moon to Achilles' sun-kissed skin.

Many people have said that they are a study in contradictions, one the perfect antithesis of the other. They're not entirely wrong, but they miss the point. The most important fact of all.

Patroclus is the other half of his soul, and they only make sense together.

The war rages on, and deep down Achilles knows he can't sit this one out forever. Everyone thinks he refuses to fight out of spite, a bruised ego and a prideful, stubborn nature, much like his mother's, that keeps him away from the front lines.

Sure, it feeds his ego to know they're losing without his sword, but it's not pride that keeps him from joining the Greeks in this senseless war.

It's fear.

He's not afraid for himself, never has been. Achilles is a hero, he's destined to die at the hands of another. It's a cold comfort, this knowledge of the path that awaits him: Glory, honor, death.

It's what will make him a god one day.

No one ever asked him if he wanted that. No one but Patroclus, half his soul, all his life. Being a god, worshipped and admired by the masses, pales in comparison to the feeling of dark brown eyes looking at him with nothing but love and devotion. They don't see a half god, Achilles knows that.

They see the lonely boy who only ever wanted someone to see him and love him for that. For what he is, not for what the prophecies say he will be.

Tomorrow he will take up his armor again. Not to win a war for a man blinded by pride and greed and stupidity.

For the man whose love burns as warm and bright as the fire on Mount Olympus, and only for him.

2

England, 15th century

Public executions are Stephanos' least favorite of his princely duties.

He hates to see men and women die by his father's hand, no matter who ties the knot or sets the stake on fire. It might as well be his father's hand swinging the axe. The only thing he hates more is the cheering of the crowd, the spectacle. How they enjoy the suffering, the death, being played out before them. They're probably glad it's not them, but that's no excuse in his eyes.

Stephanos vows that when he becomes king, he will be a more just ruler.

It hasn't always been this way with him. When he was a young boy, he wanted to be like his father. There had never been any question in his mind that the people who were executed for public entertainment deserved their fate. They had it coming, bad people needed to be punished.

Edmund showed him that wasn't true.

Disguised as a commoner, he had taken Stephanos out of the castle and into town. He had shown him how the people of the kingdom really lived, and who the villains really were: his father's men, who tormented and abused and exploited the people they were supposed to protect and serve.

Edmund, who had lost his parents to King Richard's cruelty and still retained his kindness and warmth, and who had shown Stephanos what true love really meant.

Love for his people, who deserved a king who would rule them justly and kindly.

Love for the friends he made along the way, as Edmund taught him about the suffering that was happening right under his nose.

Love for another man, a man who found it in himself to love the son of the murderer of his parents.

It's the only thing that keeps him upright when he's forced to watch his love burn at the stake for having bewitched the young prince. Witchcraft, the only acceptable explanation for what they had caught Stephanos and Edmund doing in Stephanos' chambers.

As the flames die down, long after the painful screams of the only man, the only person, Stephanos has ever loved, the fire within him burns brighter than ever. He vows to avenge his lover and honor his memory by being a ruler Edmund would be proud to call his king.

3

Normandy, 1944

"God, they tell you about the bullets and the bombs, the blood and the death, sure. But they never talk about the rain and the cold and the bloody mud, do they?" Stephen knows it's a rhetorical question because Edward loves to ask them.

"Ever wonder if our commanding officer has a map, or does he just like sending us on scenic tours of enemy territory?”

" Wonder if the rats in the trenches have formed a union yet. Bet they're negotiating better living conditions than we are.".

"Do you reckon the General's war strategy involves a Syco-Seer? I mean, that would explain a lot."

At first it had pissed him off. It was bad enough that they had to fight alongside a British battalion with soldiers who talked funny and were trained in ways Stephen didn't really understand. Most of what they did didn't make sense to him and he just wanted them all to fuck off back to where they came from. Maybe take some Germans out on the way, because even in his irritation he could admit that they could use all the help they could get.

That didn't mean he had to like the hand attached to that help.

It's just that during the last two months they've been hunkered down somewhere in the north of France, with rain pouring down almost constantly, he's gone and fallen in love with an Englishman.

How embarrassing.

Even the accent kind of does it for him now, all thanks to Edward ("Would you just call me Eddie for Christ's sake, you literally saved my ass.") and his charming, if slightly odd, ways. He was infuriating, but kind and funny, always trying to cheer everyone up even when he was barely holding it together. Eddie made him laugh and blush and curse up a storm and roll his eyes fondly and cry exhausted tears into his surprisingly strong shoulders.

Eddie makes him feel alive. He makes Stephen want to be alive, too.

Most of all, he wants Eddie to be alive.

The gaping bullet wound in his chest tells Stephen that he may not get what he wants.

Eddie's hand in his is wet from the rain and too cold, as if the life has already begun to seep out of his limbs and with it all his warmth. Which is ridiculous, because no one burns as warm and bright as Eddie, even on the darkest days he would be their beacon of light. A roaring fire of life and love and hope.

A fire that couldn't be put out just like that. They needed him, all those young soldiers, barely 18, if that, who looked up to Eddie and worshipped the ground he walked on. Who would look out for them now? Who would keep their spirits up, their will to fight and live?

Stephen couldn't do it, not without Eddie.

"I can't do it without you, Eddie." He is not ashamed of the way his voice breaks as he holds the love he has just found in his arms, only to lose it again.

Eddie's eyes are warm and soft as they gaze into his, even with the pain clearly visible in them. "Yes, you can, sweetheart. They need you."

"I need you," Stephen sobs, his tears mixing with the rain that falls on a face he knows will one day be a fading memory. The thought hurts. It fucking hurts.

With the last of his strength, Eddie squeezes his hand. "You have me, Stevie. You'll always have me. My love will keep you warm long after my body has grown cold, I promise. I'll always be with you, in every life to come."

4

Hawkins, 1987

"Hey Eddie, it's me. Steve." Rubbing his hands over his face, Steve sighs, a sound as tired as he feels. "God, this is so stupid. You barely knew me. I barely knew you. I shouldn't be sitting here mourning you like we were anything more than two strangers thrown together in this fucking mess. Not that you don't deserve to be mourned, man. It makes me so fucking angry how they still refuse to see who you really were. A hero. A friend."

It's cold where Steve sits on the ground in front of a slab of stone that reads "Edward Munson".

"It's just... I don't understand why it hurts so much. It feels like, fuck, like there's a fist in my chest, in my stomach, squeezing so hard I can barely breathe some days. We all miss you. Not just the kids, although it hit Dustin the hardest. He's not the same and I don't know how to help him. Christ, I can't even help myself. I sleep with your vest under my bed, right next to my bat, how crazy is that? Most nights I can only sleep for a few hours if I touch it."

He runs his hand through his hair and grips it tightly, as if the pain helps make sense of everything he's feeling.

"You'd probably call me crazy, a fucking nutcase. Or maybe not. I don't know you well enough to say for sure, but I feel like maybe you wouldn't judge me too harshly. What I'm trying to say is this: I feel like when you died I lost something I didn't even know I had. Like, ugh, I dunno, I'm not good at this, you should have seen my college essay, Nancy told me it didn't make any sense. But it's like your death should be the period at the end of our story, right? The sentence is over, the story is told. Only it feels like it's just a semicolon and part of the story is still coming. That doesn't make sense, does it?"

Sighing again, this time because he's annoyed at himself for not finding the right words to explain himself, he climbs to his feet and slaps his hand on the cold stone.

"Right. Sorry for disturbing your rest. You deserve some rest, Eddie. Thank you for saving us. For saving Dustin. And for, y'know, saying those things in the woods. I never told you that, but it still means a lot to me."

The you still mean a lot to me swings in the space between the living and the dead, the thread that holds both worlds together.

5

Chicago, 2023

Steve knows they should go inside. They're too old to sleep out on the cold, hard ground, even if the night air is mild at this time of year. Steve and Eddie aren't 20 anymore, they're twice that age, and he knows they're going to regret not sleeping in a real bed in the morning.

"We should go inside, it's getting late," he says to Eddie, but his husband just hums where he's nestled into Steve's side, his cheek on Steve's chest. Right over his heart, where he's carved out his own space in the two decades they've been together.

"Just a little while longer, love. I don't want to miss it."

Eddie sounds wide awake, as excited to be lying in the garden outside their little house on the outskirts of town as he is about anything else in their lives. It's one of the most endearing things about him. Every day with him is a new adventure, even if it's Sunday morning reruns of Friends.

"Miss what, babe?"

"The shooting stars. Didn't you listen to Dustin when he said there was a meteor shower tonight?"

Steve chuckled. Of course his little brother would know such things. He has to admit that he didn't listen to his ramblings when he stopped by for lunch, too distracted by the way the autumn sun had cast shadows on Eddie's face. Not that he'd say it out loud.

"Mhhh. Must have slipped my mind. So, what do we wish for?" It comes out more earnest than he intended, his teasing feeling oddly displaced in the face of the pure love and adoration on Eddie's face as he leans up on his elbow to look down at Steve.

"For another lifetime with you. What more would I want than more of what we already have, preferably an eternity of it."

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees the first shooting star streaking across the night sky, and as he pulls Eddie down for a kiss, he wishes for just that.

[selfshipgushing]

I know I was one of the first people who did this trend here but Im doing it again with ones that I am hyperfixated now:

Forever no1 empty eyed rich schoolboy saviour who everyone hates except me:]]

His name literally means thunder lion. Left his royal family and became a pirate lolol

Night of nights.

Pastel goth android prototype who is friends with a fucking ant

Likes bullying his cousin and has a stupid ass haircut

Thats all hope you enjoyed

(⭐️✝️ starcross anon)

how stupid is this haircut /silly

[hawkgirlz]

Hi,

I'm a fan of DC comics and I got into it by watching justice league unlimited as a kid and always liked the character of shayera though I was always a wonder woman fan first so I don't know the lore of hawkgirl as much. I was just wondering why you dislike the shayera version of hawkgirl? or if you don't dislike that version do you just prefer kendra saunders version?

oooh we might be here for a while so prepare for a long post.

dcau shayera is to me, a fantasy that men clearly wrote because they didn't want to actually interact with her political side. i alreadyade a big post about why i hate the john/shayera pairing but when you compare her writing in the dcau to her comics, it's just really bad.

her appearing as hawkgirl even though comic shayera hated the hawkgirl name and never went by it post crisis was the real thing that agitated me. it purposely confused people who wanted to read the hawks comics and it spoiled kendra's chances of being her own character in a way that didn't mean being a dcau shayera replacement. pushing a white redhead as hawkgirl when kendra already existed and was confirmed to be latina + was clearly somewhat brown just caused insane damage. even the actresses who play kendra get racist hate for not being a white redhead when she's not even playing shayera.

another stupid thing is that shayera's last name is hol but her husband's name is hro talak. but the thing is, post crisis shayera went by shayera thal because it was a reboot and she was no longer married to katar. WHY did they keep shayera's last name hol when she's not married to katar hol???? it's like these writers were high when reading her comics. i've genuinely never seen a comic character get this badly adapted that they mess up BOTH of her names.

let's start with her beef with wonder woman pre-starcrossed. her beef with wonder woman was originally because of an arc that addressed feminism. shayera's purpose was to basically be the man obsessed woman who says the thanagarians are sexist and her reasoning for all of this is. sex. literally just sex.

now in comics, shayera was a human trafficking victim, a victim of sexual abuse, etc. and when she interacted with diana in comics, they would make fun of men together. so to portray her lime THAT, on top of her main trait being cheater is just. really not a good look at all. i mean all of her storylines revolved around men. she never even defeated the villain in starcrossed and needed a john stewart who didn't evem have a ring to save her. it's also funny to me how the male writers claimed she was masculine or not like other women because she growled or whatever and it's like. comic shayera was wearing a suit and tie to galas. dcau shayera wears crop tops when comic shayera said they made her feel naked. like what masculinity are we talking about here lol.

another thing i remembered is that during this arc, shayera was shocked when she found out arisia was an orphan and was like "oh the pain she went through must have been unimaginable" and it's treated like a joke for batman cause he's sitting right there. but the thing is..... shayera was literally an ORPHAN in comics. comics literally never make you forget she's an orphan, she's always talking about being raised in the slums. on top of never getting her actual origin in the dcau minus that super orientalist bad take on ancient egypt, we NEVER get her origin.

and on top of her writing just being so bad. comic shayera was indoctrinated into the thanagarian government and agreed to spy on katar for said facist government, yes. but like. comic shayera literally KNOWS these people aren't good. and that's what made her so complex and she later realizes she's in the wrong and gets exiled from thanagar abd becomes more progressive.

the dcau version on other hand is just so insanely watered down. even though she's ordered to find out the jl's weaknesses, she somehow didn't know they were planning on destroying earth and wanted to build some FORCEFIELD. like what???? genuinely how can you be that stupid???? especially when dcau shayera literally says her planet is about war which would obviously mean her friends would get hurt. i just can't fathom this plot, there's no way she was that dumb. it just made her look bad like atp i don't blame diana for hating her.

also in comics, it was shayera's thanagarian father behind the original thanagarian invasion, he was a military general. not an evil hawkman rip off. so once again, another interesting plot removed for cracskhip romance drama.

[lunnar-chan]

Oho, good morning! How you are Lunnar? First of all, i'm a fucking brazilian asking things with my bad english(and a little help of Google Translate) I wanna ask just three things, if you don't mind :D

Q1 - Well.. I have thinking about Empire Dream and Empire Nightmare a while, so- they have any other weapon? (in this case, forgetting Dream.. uh- idk how to write his weapon, but i guess it's a staff, and tentacles of Nightmare) In simple words, they have, for example, swords, knifes, etc..

Q2 - You've already said you don't want to put Crescent, StarCross and your other children in EmpireVerse, if my memory don't is wrong. But for only curiosity.. if they have to choose a Empire, wich they would be? And they pshycal appearence? (DON'T NEED TO DRAW IF YOU DON'T WANT OK?- I don't want you to do something without your own will, just a description is enough :D)

Q3 - This can be a stupid question.. but my curiosity talk more! What's you favorite chocolate bar? And what you like more in Brazil??

Sorry if you get angry, bothered or anything like that, it really wasn't my intention, I just plucked up the courage to ask you this- i wrote that 2 times on account of my concern -w- Anyways, thank you for reading Lunnar! :D

Yes, hi. 💛

1. Well, Dream usually uses his staff. He can create different weapon, but this requires his magic powers. If there are no powers, Dream won't be able to create anything else but staff.

Nightmare doesn't need any weapon, because his tentacles are the most useful thing for attack and defense. And dangerous, of course.

2. You're right, I don't really want them in EV. But people are make me happy with their own point of view. Anyway, I think, Crescent, Salvage, Butterfly will be on neutral side, and Starcross, Starway will belong to Empire of the Sun. My kids won't live in Empire of the Moon, besides EotM is not something evil, just... I don't see them there. And sorry about not describing their appearance, I'm not sure if I will be able to explain this with my poor english.

3. I don't have one. And Brazil... Never have thought of this. Not a single thought to say, I'm very sorry! ):

And I'm still wondering why people are scared of me that much, omg... 😭