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10 August 2007 @ 10:04 pm
Sky High fic: The Final Smack-Down  
Sky High fic: The Final Smack-Down
Will/Warren, 3275 words, R
Superhero romances can be a super pain in the ass.

a/n: This is for pooklet - a starting-college present, if you will.



There was a boring pattern to Will and Layla's relationship. Warren, through no fault of his own, was forced to witness every twist and turn of it from a vantage point too close for comfort. Will would take Layla to Homecoming and Spring Fling and they'd kiss in midair. Meantime, they'd have dates in treehouses. Layla would try to convince Will to turn vegan, and Will would take her flying to drop waterbombs on people wearing fur. It was a perfect Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy romance, except for the Fights.

The Fights happened every six months like clockwork, when Will would do, say or kiss something Layla didn't like. Will had a serious problem with infidelity. The hundreds of girls willing to throw themselves at his feet did not help the situation any. Warren could already see a wild look in Will's eye, one that said as soon as he was legal to drink and drive and save the world, no one would ever be able to tie him down again.

Warren had thought about pointing out to Will that Layla was the closest to ideal Will was ever going to get - the girl had loved him when he had cooties and a runny nose, not to mention pimples and an indecided voicebox. Will was going to be a hugely famous superhero pretty soon, which did not genuine relationship potential make. The thing stopping Warren was not so much the fact that Will wouldn't heed him - Warren knew he wouldn't - but that Will actually seemed to want the squealing groupies.

If it hadn't been for the super strength and sonic speed, Will would have been a total geek. In fact, even with the super strength and sonic speed Will was kind of a geek. Will was planning to go all out to cover his geeky roots, whereas Layla was all for nourishing them with Nutra-Tab and cultivating them until Will was nothing else but geek all over. In the end Will's lingering self-hate would pound Layla's universally applicable acceptance into the dirt.

Warren liked Layla well enough. The first time he'd met her, he'd been irresistibly reminded of a red setter puppy that had lived three doors down from him as a kid. Its curly ears hadn't been as well-groomed as Layla, but they shared the same pleading expression. Ordinarily this wouldn't have been enough to hold Warren's attention for long, but it had become clear early on that Layla could be devious enough when it suited her. This puppy wasn't above widdling in corners when walkies were denied her. Sweetness and fragility weren't high on Warren's list of attractive traits, but he had a healthy and probably inherited regard for cunning.

The Fights would have sufficed as mild entertainment but for one thing. Warren liked fighting himself; what he didn't like was cleaning up after them. When he tore apart cafeterias in a fit of rage, or set a (now ex) girlfriend's lover's hair on fire in a bout of pique, he didn't have to mop floors or break out the scissors and comb afterwards. A four-year relationship was practically marriage in Warren's eyes. He felt it was beyond time for Will and Layla to have worked out a system for patching up fights on their own.

But no; Warren was always dragged into the middle of it. First, Layla would come and cry on his shoulder, then flirt outrageously with him to annoy Will. As soon as this happened Will would be on his cell, demanding to know why Warren was macking on his girl. Previous experience taught them nothing about what to expect - to wit, Warren shrugging Layla off his shoulder, glaring down her fluttering eyes and hanging up on Will after informing him of his complete and utter interest in Layla as a sexual being.

He was now experimenting with a different approach.

"I saw you two in the hallway," whined Will, two months before graduation. "You were practically raping her with your eyes! Why does she always run to you whenever we have an argument? Why do you always let her?"

"You're a dick," Warren informed him, and hung up.

Two minutes later Will called back. His super strength worked against him when he was angry and trying to manipulate complicated machinery, like cell phone buttons. "Don't you think I have a right to be annoyed about this?"

"Not really, no," said Warren, “considering you just cheated on Layla for the eighth time."

"It was an accident." Will sounded defensive.

"So you just sort of fell on top of Karen Waters, after her top spontaneously combusted and you were beating out the flames with her bra?"

"I -"

"And then you tripped and your tongue got stuck to her tonsils and you were trying to get it out?" continued Warren remorselessly.

"You're supposed to be my friend!" said Will, aggrieved.

"I am," said Warren. "And you're a dick." He hung up again. This time, Will did not call back.

+_+_+

Warren's favourite season was fall. It was the season of bonfires and crisp dead leaves just waiting to be set alight. Spring on the cusp of summer did nothing for him. Sky High was molten in the last weeks before summer break, as the sun - so much closer there than anywhere else on Earth - poured through every orifice in the building and did its best to fry the students to a crisp. Black was not the most sun-friendly colour and Warren's attire in general was designed more for emo Arctic explorers than the superhero equivalent of the OC.

The heat made him grumpy and not at all inclined to sympathise with Will and Layla as their tiff dragged on into another week. It was their longest stand-off yet. Warren wished they'd taken a hint from Zack and Magenta, who'd broken up sophomore year after Zack tried to chart Magenta's no-man's land. High school wasn't the place for relationships; everything was too concentrated. People hadn't stopped saying 'Hard luck, man' to Zack for eight months. Warren felt he had the right idea, by taking whoever came and sticking mostly to gothy undergrads from the local university.

Layla had dropped the flirting last Thursday, which was a relief to all concerned. She'd taken to having very serious and in-depth conversations with Ethan, who practically melted at the attention. Warren noticed the number of sprouts and beans on Ethan's caf trays had increased by a factorial of five - inversely proportional to the amount of hamburgers and other processed meats. Will stood a very good chance of losing Layla for real, this time.

Will picked at his own meal - in which green was represented solely by the ketchup packet - on the opposite side of Warren from Layla. Warren could tell that they were ignoring each other, but it was more an uncomfortable than a resentful atmosphere. Layla and Ethan left early. Layla patted Will's shoulder in a curiously mother-like gesture on her way out.

"You guys made up yet?" Warren asked, through a mouthful of meatloaf.

"Yeah," said Will. "By breaking up."

Warren choked. "You're kidding me."

Will shook his head. Warren scowled as he processed the information. No matter what Will had done in the past, it had never precipitated a break-up. Not when everyone was practically screaming for them to take a break from each other did Will and Layla renounce their relationship status for even a day.

"No joke," said Will, when it became clear that Warren had nothing more thoughtful to contribute. "We ... it hasn't been working for a while."

"You don't have to tell me that," said Warren. "Serial monogamy is supposed to be just that - serial. Not co-existing."

"You always take her side." Will's voice was tired. "I know cheating on Layla was wrong. I knew it every time I did it. But I'm not the only one at fault here."

"Don't give me that bullshit," scoffed Warren. "You don't cheat on your girlfriend 'cause she doesn't put out. You've been reading from the Evil Overlord's Handbook by mistake."

Will sent him an irritated look. "Layla's put out since we first got together. She gave me a blow-job the night we rescued the school from Royal Pain."

"Now you have to be kidding me." Warren shuddered a little. Layla always seemed too wholesome for really dirty sex - when Warren imagined it, which he didn't unless circumstances forced him to, he always pictured a lights-off, 'be gentle with me,' cuddling for hours afterwards scenario. Never in his wildest nightmares did Warren imagine Layla would ever be coerced into giving head - let along doing it voluntarily at fourteen. "So, like, you have the perfect relationship. Or you had."

"Hardly." Will stuck his fork into his meatloaf with a viciousness that sent it right through the table. "I really hate vegetables, for one thing. And she always ... she always accused me of not being there. Of imagining someone else while I was with her. Every time. So it got to a point where I got so mad I'd go and be with someone else, just to prove her right. And still, she wouldn't stop. She kept wanting to know who the person was that I was really in love with, because she didn't buy the one-night stands."

"Wow," said Warren, "you really are a dick. The honorable thing to do would have been to walk away. At least by the third or fourth time."

"Layla wouldn't let me go until I told her who it was," said Will. "I kept telling her I didn't know what she was talking about. I guess this time she finally bought it."

Warren looked at Will, who was fruitlessly trying to salvage what was left of his cutlery. His parents were already footing a massive bill for destroyed Sky High kitchenware. And he was lying.

"You totally caved," said Warren. "If I gave a shit I'd go ask her who it was, but this is more important."

"What is?" said Will, finally looking up. Which was when Warren punched him.

+_+_+

When Warren got out of detention - alone, because Will hadn't fought back, just lay there gasping like a dying fish - Principal Powers was waiting for him. So was his mom.

"Oh god," groaned Warren, totally heartfelt.

"You should be so lucky," hissed Mrs Peace. Her superpower was mind-reading, which had been extremely embarrassing when Warren was younger and suddenly possessed of the burning need to wash his sheets three times a week. "Two years without a detention and you get one for beating up on Will Stronghold? What's got into you?"

Warren shrugged. "He needed some sense smacked into him."

"Just like your father," said Mrs Peace in disgust.

"I'll leave you to it, then, Agatha," said Principal Powers tactfully. The clack-clack of her osteopathic-goldmine shoes faded away. Mrs Peace glared at her son.

"As a matter of fact, I'm not going to ream you out for this one," she said, "because it provides the perfect blackmail. Your father wants to see you."

"I'm not -" said Warren, the knee-jerk reaction coming easy after all this time.

"That was not. A question," said Mrs Peace. "Unless you like the idea of being grounded for the rest of your natural-born life, which includes losing your waitressing gig at the Paper Lantern."

"It's not waitressing," said Warren automatically. But it was no use. He'd already lost.

+_+_+

The holding cell was cold. Gaol for super-villains was clearly not designed with creature comforts in mind; polar bears would have found it difficult to get comfy there. Warren thought longingly of the heat of Sky High, the heat he'd so despised a whole day ago.

The clanking sound of iron manacles preceded his father into the room. Iron worked against superpowers in the same way it worked against magic; the two forces came from the same original source, after all. Two guards, dressed in powder-blue uniforms, entered and stood po-faced by the door.

Warren was unprepared for the sight of his father. He'd seen pictures of Baron Battle in old newspapers and even a yearbook or two. He'd looked a lot like Warren, with shorter hair and more smiles. He'd been charming. Warren had worked hard all his life to be the exact opposite, and mostly succeeded - Will and Layla both saw through him to some extent.

The stooped old man, looped and ringed in iron chains, was nothing like the Battle Warren thought he knew. The manacles had rubbed his wrists and ankles raw; he was barefoot on the icy floor, dressed only in a ragged robe that might once have been blue.

"Hello, Warren," he croaked. Warren fought the urge to turn tail and run.

"Father," he said instead.

"It's been a long time," said Battle. Warren fought the urge to roll his eyes. "You have your mother's mouth, I see. Passionate."

"Uh. Thanks?"

Battle shuffled closer. He smelled as bad as he looked; comparisons to foetid cheese and cow manure floated through Warren's mind. The flash of dark eyes under the shaggy grey hair stopped them. There was nothing old or defeated about those eyes.

"I read the papers sometimes, you know," he said. "Geneva Convention came in useful. I hear you're friends with William Stronghold."

"Yeah," said Warren, cautiously, because he couldn't see his father being too happy about that.

Battle laughed - or cackled, rather. Warren's fists clenched in surprise. "Good boy, good boy. Trying to bring down the enemy from within, eh? Tell you what, son," Battle moved even closer, gifting Warren with stale breath and a tap on the shoulder, "take it a step further. There's nothing like pillow-talk for divulging the opposition's deepest darkest secrets. At their weakest then, you know!"

"I'm sorry," said Warren, "for a minute there it sounded like you were telling me to have sex with Will."

"Yes - it's an ingenious plan. Trust me, I know." Battle tapped the side of his nose. Warren stared at him, torn between horror and pity -

- and Will, drenched in sweat from a gruelling Save the Citizen match, wandering the locker room in a ragged old towel. Filled out a bit since he manifested his super-strength, smooth lines of muscles in his shoulders and back. "She gave me a blowjob." Will with his head thrown back, exposing the long white line of his throat; biting his lip as he twisted his hand in red curls. Will, naked, his legs spread invitingly -

"What are you doing to me?" shouted Warren. Battle blinked.

"What do you mean?"

"You - you infiltrated my mind!" Warren jabbed a shaky finger at his father. "Stop it right now!"

"Are you confusing me with Agatha?" asked Battle. "I can't do mental manipulation."

"I'm going now," said Warren. He pushed past his father in a flurry of metallica, dashed out past the guards. He was halfway to the exit when he saw another prison officer. "Hey," he said, "is there a ... restroom around here I could use?"

+_+_+

Warren was brooding in his bedroom when his mother opened the door and let Will inside. Warren fell off the bed.

Over Will's shoulder, Mrs Peace raised her eyebrows at her son. "Get off the floor, Warren," she said. "Is that anyway to welcome a guest? Will and I have been having such a nice chat while you were up here sulking."

"Oh god, about what?"

"I'll bring you some snacks later," said Mrs Peace smoothly. "Maybe a good while later."

"What - Mom -"

"Calm down, I'm not here to re-start the fisticuffs," said Will. He sat down on Warren's desk chair, back to front. "So you went to see your dad, huh?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Warren hunched up against the bed. He decided the floor was a nice place to be; there was the option of sinking through it in shame and everything.

"Okay," said Will. He drummed his fingers on the chair back. Warren found himself trapped into watching the movement, imagining far too many other things they could be doing.

His mother had read his mind as soon as he walked through the door the day before. Her reassurances that Battle couldn't have planted lust for Will in his mind were negated by her thoughtful remark about how it had to have been there all along.

Warren did not lust after Will. Okay, maybe he wasn't entirely straight; maybe he'd gone down on his knees for some of those fratboys. But they'd been hot and Warren wasn't ashamed of it and guys did give better head - he'd got enough reciprocal action to know. But he would swear on his powers that he'd never thought about Will that way before his father had suggested it.

(And what was up with that anyway? His father going down on other men - it was too totally gross to dwell on. Parents were supposed to be chaste asexual noneities, not evil queens.)

The silence dragged on and on. Warren closed his eyes and when he opened them again, Will was cross-legged beside him. He smiled into Warren's scowl.

"You know, one time Layla let me do it from behind -"

"I do not want to hear this!" Warren covered his ears and began humming frantically.

"- and I called your name. It was just before we broke up, actually. She'd only been holding on out of stubbornness, she wanted to hear me say it, admit that it was you all the time -"

"Shut up!"

"Make me," said Will. Warren made a fist, a split second too late. Will's mouth was on his, a heady crush of slick hotness with a hint of tongue. Warren felt himself go limp and boneless, opening his mouth for Will, and god, he hoped this didn't make him the bottom -

"Hey," whispered Will, far too soon, "how far-range is your mother's mind-reading ability?"

Warren froze. "Same room." He got to his feet and opened the door. Mrs Peace was hovering innocently outside, the ice in the glasses of soda already half-melted.

"Go," he snarled, feeling his hands begin to heat.

"I'm going," said Mrs Peace. "Oh and honey, please wear a condom. I know you can't get pregnant but -"

"Mom - GO!"

Will was lying on the bed when Warren shut and bolted the door. He was smirking. Feet slowed by uncertainty, Warren half-lay, half-fell beside him, hands clutching at Will's shirtfront. His eyes fell shut and his mouth found Will's on instinct, lightly nuzzling until Will growled and pulled them flush together.

When Warren's jaw ached from kissing and the blood was pounding between his legs, Will paused. "What are your feelings on vegetables?" he asked, taking the opportunity to lick the shell of Warren's ear.

"Good enough for rabbits," said Warren. He sucked in a breath as Will slid his hand beneath Warren's shirt.

"That's what I like to hear." Will smiled and used his super strength to tear off all Warren's clothes in five seconds flat.

There were no pillows on the floor, and no pillow-talk afterwards - but that was mainly because there was no precise afterwards. It was either the benefits of youth, or the fact that superpowers also bestowed hidden super-virility. In either case, Warren was too busy to consider the matter deeply.

His father would be disappointed, but Warren would never make an arch villain. On the other hand, he got a superhero for his bitch. But hey, that was high school.

end
 
 
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fat girl rules the worldfatgirlrules on August 10th, 2007 09:36 pm (UTC)
...I...I can't believe...I've dreamed of fics like this one. Since the first time I saw Warren, the first time I saw Sky High, I was an instant Warren/Will shipper. But this is the first one I've read.

I really, really want more. You are the most awesomest person in the whole fandom.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Kitties: hammockscoradh on August 10th, 2007 09:48 pm (UTC)
WARREN WAS HOT LIKE A COSMOS. Srsly. I adore guys who look like that. ♥

Considering this fandom consists of ... ten? ... people, I guess that's not so hard to achieve, but thanks anyway!
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Lu (Not Your Average Retelling)elucreh on August 11th, 2007 01:00 am (UTC)
An amazing one was written for me for Yuletide, although the author requested it be taken down. If you're willing to send me an e-mail (elucreh AT gmail) I'd be glad to send you the word file. (Her Warren was fabulous, almost as fabulous as this one.)
(no subject) - scoradh on August 12th, 2007 08:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Racey Laceyklasie on August 11th, 2007 12:54 am (UTC)
God....just...wow.

I took my baby brother to see that with my best friend, and we kept saying someone should write Warren/Will, but we were too lazy to do it. I can't believe I've never seen one before now.

And it was just so hot/cute. In the best possible way.
Lu (Not Your Average Retelling)elucreh on August 11th, 2007 01:01 am (UTC)
An amazing one was written for me for Yuletide, although the author requested it be taken down. If you're willing to send me an e-mail (elucreh AT gmail) I'd be glad to send you the word file.
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Lu (Not Your Average Retelling)elucreh on August 11th, 2007 12:58 am (UTC)
*gibbers incoherently*

Layla and Will's relationship IS TOTALLY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. And I'm glad she picked Ethan.

His dad's pillow talk--ewewew.

And I'm so proud of him for punching Will!

And just his philosophy on life in general is extremely Warren.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Death of Ratsscoradh on August 12th, 2007 08:12 pm (UTC)
I thought from the beginning that Will would have committment issues. He heard music when Gwen was nearby! That's not right.

Thanks. As for that link, would you mind emailing it to me too? offwhitetower@gmail. Thanks!
(no subject) - elucreh on August 12th, 2007 08:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Lu (Not Your Average Retelling)elucreh on August 11th, 2007 01:02 am (UTC)
P.S. Sorry for spamming your inbox, but I feel that our wee tiny fandom must spread as much as possible!
Lullaby in my hand: wai!todaythesamesky on August 11th, 2007 04:29 am (UTC)
Oh. My. God. Warren's father the EVIL QUEEN. Will never get over it. alksdfj;ak SO GOOD WHY IS THERE NOT MORE OF THIS IN THE WORLD a;kljdsfa *__________*
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Bookishscoradh on August 12th, 2007 08:13 pm (UTC)
Don't look at me. I had one half-starved bunny and now I've EATEN IT. ♥
she's not a girl who misses muchmaudlinrose on August 11th, 2007 06:27 am (UTC)
This is fantastic - it captures the glee and the ridiculousness of the film really well (and I totally just realised that Warren Peace is, like, the worst pun of a name EVER). And the last line cracks me up.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Black Booksscoradh on August 12th, 2007 08:14 pm (UTC)
Ha, there were a fun good puns in the film, but that one definitely owned.

Thanks. Yay for ripping straight off canon, eh? ♥
meddie_flowmeddie_flow on August 11th, 2007 07:32 am (UTC)
Oh my god, the moment I saw the film I wanted to read Will/Warren!

I'm not sure whether canon Will/Layla is really doomed to fail, but Layla does seem to hold Will back in canon too... and, of course, the shipper in me wanted Will to be free so that he could be with Warren.

Will didn't impress much in the film, I was a Warren!fangirl from the beginning :)

I like self-assured!Will and also nervous-and-uncertain!Warren, so I utterly enjoyed your fic, even though I'm not usually much for parody and crack!fic.

I'm sorry this is such a small fandom... the characters in the movie don't have too much depth, though I still think wonderful things can be built with them :P

On a completely unrelated note, I can't wait to read more Albus/ Scorpius bonding... I'm waiting for T.R.L.T #8...
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Atobe: So awesomescoradh on August 12th, 2007 08:16 pm (UTC)
I think any relationship started at the age of fourteen is pretty much on a downswing to fail - unless you live in Harry Potter world, o'course, in which case Layla and Will got married and had five million superbabies.

Uh, well, I don't write parody or crackfic (this is me being serious), so that's good?

You don't have much longer to wait - it's up now. Enjoy!
Luce Redissen4 on August 11th, 2007 03:41 pm (UTC)
Fantastic! Yup, it's high school, all right.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Blue haired boy w/ phonescoradh on August 12th, 2007 08:17 pm (UTC)
Not like mine, sadly (no one there was as hot as Warren. or even Will) but I live in imagination. :D
The Goddamn Wolf Womanslythwolf on August 11th, 2007 06:50 pm (UTC)
Gods above and below I love you so much. Do you know about brainsxbrawn? Most of the fic there is not so good, but I think you should post this there and be a role model.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Comic stripscoradh on August 12th, 2007 08:19 pm (UTC)
I might do that (although joining comms just to pimp is probably morally incorrect, at least) (not that it's ever stopped me before). Thanks!
The Fancatus Bureau of Incest: (sam) ah ain't through y'allbalefully on August 11th, 2007 09:47 pm (UTC)
oadughsodiunh GENIUS. BEAUITFUL, DELICOUS GENIUS. <33333333333!
The Fancatus Bureau of Incestbalefully on August 11th, 2007 09:47 pm (UTC)
...Delicous! It's like delicious, but better!
(no subject) - scoradh on August 12th, 2007 08:21 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Akira Pastles: APPROVE!pastles on August 12th, 2007 04:45 pm (UTC)
(came by from issen4)

BRILLIANT. Reading your fic makes me want to read more fic from this fandom. I think you've got Warren down pat :D
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Entourage: star flowersscoradh on August 12th, 2007 08:22 pm (UTC)
Hee, thanks. It was pure luck, if so, but for some reason I couldn't bear to write from Will's POV so ... here we are. :D
Ceares: snarklantisceares on August 13th, 2007 10:42 am (UTC)
*Is Giddy!* Perfect, funny, sweet Will/Warren-I am just beaming right now. Warren's parents rocked, and I love Layla's slightyly demented determination.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Blue kissscoradh on August 13th, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
Ha, Battle and Agatha. Their sex lives must have been INSANE.

Thank you! ♥
train_diskensetrain_diskense on August 13th, 2007 11:46 pm (UTC)
.................WARRENWITHEMOTIONALDEPTH. YES. Finally. :) For that alone you get so much freaking WIN. And the evil queen comment? *cackles*

Also: Will and Layla's relationship and how it played out rocked as well as you implying that Layla chose Ethan. :) And the little tidbit about Magenta and Zack breaking up made me happy. Little things like that always make me love a story.

:) Great job.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Because the Irish do it betterscoradh on August 13th, 2007 11:50 pm (UTC)
I so didn't realise he was a rarity in this little fandom. I shall take that win and welcome. :D

Thank you! ♥
lone_zonelone_zone on August 14th, 2007 04:07 am (UTC)
YEAH!!!! Fantastic fic nobody has been writing skyhigh fic. great work, i love how will is semi-dominant :)
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art thou a witch?scoradh on August 14th, 2007 06:59 pm (UTC)
Well, he has the super strength in the equation. It kinda makes sense. ;D
(Anonymous) on August 14th, 2007 05:13 am (UTC)
This story was great! And no worries...there are more than 10 people in this fandom...
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on August 14th, 2007 06:56 pm (UTC)
That's good! I'd quite like to read fic myself. :D
seraphina_snape: MiscMovies_ D.E.B.S.seraphina_snape on August 14th, 2007 12:39 pm (UTC)
Awesome fic. I really like your style.

~ sera
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: HP: the godfatherscoradh on August 14th, 2007 06:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
LadyBirdlady81bird on August 15th, 2007 01:36 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was fun. Will...and Warren... And Baron Battle with the advice!
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Cooler than youscoradh on August 15th, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC)
He KNOWS, man. He's been there, done it all, conquered the world (for a day).
Ped: Here's to you....the_ped on August 19th, 2007 08:48 am (UTC)
(Came here via brainsxbrawn)

I adored the typical almost all through HS Romadegy (Romatic Tragedy) of Will and Layla. Where the boy is there because he's SAFE in the relationship, but is forgiven for his trespasses because they're a couple. The really sad thing? I still know people like that over ten years out of HS.

And Warren just wanting. them. to. stop. putting him. in the. freaking. middle. That was pure Warren. Of course, I thought comparing Layla to a puppy was both cruel and appropriate at the same time.

My only complaint? The WHAM! Sex at the end. I know they're teenage boys, but still? I'd have thought Warren would've needed at least another day to get his mind around the idea that he was hot for his best friend, and apparently had been for a bit.

On the whole? Liked the story, and very much welcome you to our tiny corner of fandom. You DID remember to bring your towel, yes? ;)
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Death of Ratsscoradh on August 19th, 2007 06:55 pm (UTC)
Romagedy? Is the best new word in the history of ever. I can see it forming one of the cornerstones of my vocabulary from here on in. :D

That's a very valid criticism, but seeing as the story itself came from a WHAM! sort of place, there probably wasn't going to be any more to it than that. I'm bad at writing sex anyway, soz.

But I'm glad you enjoyed most of it, and yes, I have dozens of virtual towels. I think.
(no subject) - the_ped on August 19th, 2007 08:31 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Yo.: Goku pointz at u!insipid_paragon on August 24th, 2007 07:22 am (UTC)
Well, this fic singlehandedly prompted me to start downloading Sky High. I hope you are happy. ;D
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Blue haired boy w/ phonescoradh on August 24th, 2007 03:45 pm (UTC)
I hope it makes you happy! It's a nice, fun, silly little film. :D
(no subject) - insipid_paragon on August 26th, 2007 12:43 pm (UTC) (Expand)
tu es beau, tu es grand, tu es fascinant.: stock --> cupcakes ; heartpourtant on September 22nd, 2007 06:49 pm (UTC)
I finished watching Sky High a few hours ago and almost immediately went looking for Warren/Will fic. I'm so glad I found this! It's perfect and fun and well-written. I love how Warren noticed all these things about Will and Layla's relationship, and ha, his parents are hilarious (poor Warren). So yes, I liked your fic very much. :D
Angelashattereternity on October 1st, 2007 09:57 pm (UTC)
Hey! I'm new to the whole sky high fandom...yeah...late...i know

And i reallly like your fic. A LOT ^___^

And on the flip side, you wouldn't have any places i could find good fics or have any fic recs? THANK YOU SO MUCH ^^
niccy07niccy07 on June 18th, 2008 03:31 am (UTC)
Awesome. I love Warren's voice and snarkiness. Great story
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: CS+TAI: Gabe's absscoradh on June 18th, 2008 09:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
oximore: cassieoximore on December 20th, 2008 07:30 pm (UTC)
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

*faint*

(too awesome for being coherent here! Sorry! :3)
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Skins: Cassiescoradh on December 21st, 2008 10:10 pm (UTC)
No worries! Glad you liked it. :D
gonna Hulk out on you。: Sky High | stop being gaypada_something on May 1st, 2009 03:36 am (UTC)
I can't express how much this fic made my day.