Intro Post || My Ao3
My name is Jazz, this is my sideblog which I actually post things (aus, doodles, wips) instead of reblogging everything in sight
Current Fandom: FOP + Nicktoons Unite
Characters: Trixie Tang, Timmy Turner
Pairing: Trixie Tang/Timmy Turner
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Second Hand Embarrassment
Ao3 Link Here
The comic book store had always been a sacred place for Trixie. Her father had a big collection from when he was a child. That was before he sold them, bought unopened editions, and put them in glass cases with their own special security measures.
Her mom would read her those boring picture books, but it was the comics that really grabbed her attention. The action, the violence, the stories. Classic Crimson Chin adventures, Blackbird and Sparrow, that whole world in general. Those felt right.
It was harder to stop by the comic store as she got older. After she moved it became a larger detour. It was a little hard to explain to her dad why she wanted a limo to go to a mall in a different town. He didn’t exactly approve of her comic book obsession now. When she was younger, that was different. She was his darling baby girl who copied her dad. But now her enjoyment of comics was unbecoming for a young woman.
Moving also caused a lot of new problems. Trixie had built up her popularity in Dimmsdale for several years and now she had to start over. She was the new girl. Cartoons and movies made it seem easy; everyone wanted to befriend the new girl. In reality no one even noticed she existed. Why would they? Everyone was new to middle school, not just her.
Middle school was big and confusing. Having to switch classes was jarring enough, but everyone seemed to be crueler too. Whenever she made a stupid mistake, like walking into the wrong classroom or getting turned around in traffic or asking an obvious question, she could feel all the eyes in the room turn to her, and she wanted to crawl out of her skin. She always seemed to be the center of attention in a negative way, like she was stupid and awkward, a laughingstock. The bad kind of new kid. She hated it. It was hard to make new friends. Other kids stuck to their familiar cliques from elementary school.
All Trixie had was her comic books stashed at the bottom of her backpack.
It was irritating, sitting alone at lunch for the first few days. For the first time in her life Trixie understood what it meant to be a loser, though it didn’t last long. Those first days stung, but comics made it bearable. They made everything better.
Her favorite place to get comics would always be in the Dimmsdale Mall. Call it nostalgia or whatever, but there was something comforting about that store in particular. She could easily get lost in the new issues they had near the front, the weird assortments of knock off merch in the back. The egregious mistranslations made her laugh. They also had a life sized Crimson Chin with measurements on one of the walls. As she grew and as things changed around her, that place stayed the same.
Most of the time she still wore her boy disguise. Sometimes it was cool to go through the Dimmsdale mall and have people treat her as a boy. She would practice sounding like a guy to help sell the disguise. If she was being honest with herself, it felt freeing whenever she could go through a mall visit without anybody realizing he was actually a she.
On the rare occasion, she went without a disguise. The first time she went without tucking her hair into her cap, she felt uncomfortably exposed. Scrutinized. It was hard to walk around without looking over her shoulder, wondering if people were judging her for entering the comic book shop as girl instead of a boy.
The armor that was her disguise was gone. It was like leaving a part of her at home. She rarely showed that side of herself before. Only once when she was in the fourth grade. That experience didn’t last long.
No one had recognized her when she started dressing normally to the mall. If they did, they didn't say anything. Elementary school was so long ago anyway. She was nearly a junior in high school now.
Time had passed. Superheroes were becoming more mainstream. Girls in comic book stores, while a rarity, no longer brought the attention they used to. Not much to comment on.
So there she was on one Saturday afternoon, studying the shelves lined with this week’s newest issues. She picked up a comic run she had been meaning to read for a while. This newest issue really caught her eye. She reached out to grab it when someone else grabbed it first.
“Hey! I was grabbing that.” Trixie whipped her hand around to her new competitor. Her eyes widened. She knew those buck teeth. She’d recognize them anywhere.
“Trixie Tang?” The guy in front of her said. His voice had a lower pitch than she was expecting. It really hit her that time had passed.
“Timmy Turner?” She asked, still unsure what to make of the situation.
“Oh wow, you still remember me.” Timmy scratched the back of his head. If the buck teeth didn’t confirm it, that did.
God, this was so weird. The last time she saw him was a lifetime ago. When did she even see him last? It was probably during their graduation from elementary school. Or was it before then? She remembered he had asked her to sign her yearbook and she laughed in his face.
She was taller than him at that point, but now he was taller than her. It was weird not looking down at him. She was still a little above average height but he was several inches taller than her. Did he get buff? When did that happen, why? What?
The chipped pink and green nail polish screamed emo. Not a look she particularly enjoyed, so that took some points off. He still wore a pink cap. Which was kind of cute, some things never change. Although he was wearing it backwards. Who knew Timmy could keep up with the trends?
“Um, yeah.” Trixie nodded and stared at her shoes. This was all too much. She moved her foot back and forth, lightly kicking it. She chose to focus on that instead. The cool air from the comic shop was reaching her fingertips.
Her eyes flickered back to Timmy’s hands. He was holding the comic book that should’ve been hers. The glossy seal bore smudge marks from his dirty hands.
“So, how you been?” He asked, breaking her out of her daze.
“I have a boyfriend!” She blurted out.
They stared at each other. Timmy looked confused but Trixie stood her ground. No matter how much she wanted to curl up in embarrassment, she knew how it was with Timmy in the first place. She knew how this would go.
Boys flirted with her but they never actually cared about her. Not even Veronica, her closest friend in elementary school, knew the real her. She kept everyone at a distance. They fell for the version of Trixie that she allowed them to see.
Once she let a boy get close back in her freshman year of high school. He found her enchanting. He complimented her and made an effort to never let her go. He pushed past what she wanted to allow from a guy like that. The worst part was that she was excited by it. In the end he found out she wasn’t the girly girl she pretended to be. At least not all of the time. He was disappointed. The carefully curated image she had built was almost destroyed.
It almost ruined her. When they broke up she was up against a ticking clock. She spread rumors about him being bad in bed and that he was a liar. Then she let the rumor mill run it’s course. By the time he had anything bad to say about her, no one cared.
Timmy was going to be exactly like that. Exactly the same. A boy who saw a shining pearl not realizing she was oblong. She wasn’t a perfect circle, unblemished and smooth and pure. She was real and had flaws.
It already broke her heart once. So her body jumped tell that lie. The world stood still as the storm of emotions drowned out her reason and careful speech. She braced for the impact of Timmy’s response.
“Uh, okay?” He looked off the side and shrugged, “I wasn’t trying to hit on you. I honestly haven’t thought of you in years, since you moved.”
She blinked.
Okay, that stung. Timmy had the biggest crush on her as a kid. How could he, of all people, dare to forget her? She was not a forgettable person.
Regardless, Timmy’s nonchalance was refreshing. Here she was building up this disaster of an interaction and it didn’t come true. She felt the tension in her shoulders ease up a little.
“Sorry, you were obsessed with me when we were younger. I just assumed-”
Timmy flushed red and hid his face behind the comic book, “Oh my God, that was so embarrassing.”
Trixie started laughing. “No! Please, it was really cute. It was a real ego booster.” The memories started rushing back. All the times Timmy would try to talk to her, openly gushing and fawning over her. She swore she could see the literal hearts in his eyes. Her heart winced in guilt when remembering how she treated those bits of affection.
“I doubt you needed my attention for that.”
“It was still nice.” Trixie reassured him, because it was. “Boys are still throwing themselves at me.”
“Yeah, you- You look nice.” He shrugged.
She tilted her head in confusion. “I thought you said you didn't have a crush on me anymore?”
“I don't, I promise.” Timmy crossed his fingers, “But I don't need a crush to compliment you.”
Trixie blinked. She blinked again. A boy didn't have a crush on her… Yet was still nice to her?
It was breaking her brain a little bit.
When was the last time someone was… Nice to her? Well, a lot of people were nice to her. But it was never because they wanted to be. Her dad was someone important. She was pretty and popular. Everyone had something to gain from her. She knew that. It was just how things were.
So why would Timmy compliment her if he had nothing to gain? None of this made any sense.
It reminded her of a birthday party so many years ago. When she was waiting for a girl to show up, someone who never did. Then out of nowhere, Timmy crashed her party with no present in sight to make a declaration of all his most embarrassing and sincere secrets. It was one of the best presents she had ever received. Someone who was real.
The crowd around her had gone silent, then erupted with laughter. Timmy was still looking at her, no. Not at her but through her. Like he somehow knew that was exactly what she needed. There was this hope in his eyes. For a moment it made her want to abandon the persona she built up. If she could go back, she would grab his hands and drag him to the nearest arcade like what Timantha did to her. The rest of the party goers’ eyes landed on her, watching like hawks to see what she would do next.
She kicked him out.
Trixie hated herself for making that decision for such a long. She couldn't even look at Timmy for the next couple of weeks. In the following weeks people were extra mean to him. He acted like he always did, with the same smile plastered on his face, not letting it affect him. But the guilt still ate at her.
“I’m sorry, this is all just so weird,” Trixie whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her mind was still scrutinizing all the ways she wronged Timmy when they were younger. “I know this is random but I shouldn’t have kicked you out at my birthday party when we were kids.” She blurted. She took a deep breath. “You were braver than I ever was at that age.”
“Um… Wow.” Timmy’s eyes widened a bit. “I think I forgave you a long time ago. I was never mad at you for that.” He shrugged.
“You weren't?”
“Nah.” Timmy waved a hand in the air, like he was brushing off the past. “I understood what being popular meant to you.”
“Oh… Wow.” That one sentence cut deep. On the one hand, it was sort of a relief. He didn’t carry the guilt around like she did for all these years. If anything she should’ve been less affected. Years of guilt disappeared into nothingness. Almost. A bit still lingered, but not to the extent it used to.
On the other hand, she felt way too seen. Especially by someone who was still sort of a loser…
A small red light flashed from Timmy’s watch. Trixie stared at it. It looked like something out of a movie.
“Damnit Neutron.” Timmy’s face scrunched in annoyance. “It’s uh, it’s been nice seeing you again Trixie, but I really have to go.” He gave an apologetic smile.
Timmy handed her the comic they both wanted.
“Thanks…” She took the slightly beaten up comic. His smudged fingerprints marred the glossy sheen of the cover.
“See you later.” He waved her goodbye and ran out the door.
She waved goodbye back. Not that he saw her wave him goodbye. The door closed with her hand still in the air.
There she was. Alone. For a moment she knew what it was like to have someone see her. Someone who talked casually with her. Just like she was a regular person. Now that moment was gone. Back to the status quo. It felt like she still had so much to say. So much to apologize for, so many more wrongs to right.
She was oddly saddened by the fact that their reunion had been cut short.
He couldn’t leave now. What if she never saw him again? She wanted to make sure that ‘see you later’ became a reality. There was a chance they could meet again. They found each other here, and she could find him again. Or maybe they’d never see each other again. She had been coming to this store for years and never ran into him. Not until today.
Before she knew it she had grabbed another random comic off the shelf, taken out a pen from her purse, and scribbled her number across the cover. It was so ugly, she nearly cried. She threw twenty dollars at the cashier for both comics. She probably overpaid, but who cared? Trixie didn’t.
“Wait!” Trixie burst through the door, foot catching on the threshold. Fucking- These stupid-ass heels! How is a girl supposed to run after a guy in these conditions?
Her eyes darted around. Please, God, don’t let her lose Timmy again. There was something about that boy. She didn’t know what but damn if she wasn’t going to figure it out. Her heart pounded in her chest with the adrenaline rush.
There were some families, kids on skateboards, and other teens around. The mall was crowded. It was one of the bigger malls in the area with a lot to do. Especially around this time of day, people were everywhere. Her eyes darted around, searching for a specific shade of pink.
There..
The pink hat and brown hair in the slight distance. She made a run for it.
“Timmy!” She yelled.
Timmy turned around in startled surprise. “Tri-”
She shoved the comic into his hands. “My-” She took a deep breath, “number.” She exhaled, and put her hand on her knees.
“Wait, really?” Timmy considered the comic, eyebrows knitted together. He held back a smile or what she could only assume to be laughter?
“Yes.” Trixie stood up straight again, collecting herself. What in the hell possessed her to do that? She was not in her element at all, probably looking like some insane ex-girlfriend. She pushed those doubts aside, feigning disinterest.
“Your handwriting is a lot neater than mine.” Timmy chuckled.
He had to be messing with her. That was the only logical explanation. Or maybe she lost all her marbles. That was it. She was in Crazytown, population: Trixie Tang.
She took a refined breath, “Of course it is.” Just take the win, Trixie. No matter how embarrassing. “I’m serious about promises, so I’ll be seeing you later. Got it?”
Timmy looked around as if he couldn’t believe what she was saying. She couldn’t either.
“Yeah later.” He smiled.
“Good.” Trixie swiftly turned around and flipped her long, silky black hair. She left him behind, this time on her terms. No one could knock her off her game. Trixie was a Tang. Tangs got what they wanted, and for some odd reason, she wanted to see Timmy Turner again.
Characters: Peri, Timmy, and Wanda
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: N/A
[Peri Edition <- YOU ARE HERE]
[Cosmo Edition] [Wanda Edition]
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All Peri wanted to do was show his older cousin a meme.
Somehow that was too much to ask of the universe.
Timmy was usually in his room, either playing video games or whatever. He barely heard him all evening which was odd. So when he heard a faint thump from the other side of the wall, he assumed his cousin was finally home.
He seemed to be staying out later these days. Doing what? No one in the family really knew.
At least Peri’s favorite cousin was back. He grabbed his phone and loaded up the video he meant to show Timmy earlier. Sure he could've sent it to him but it was funnier to see Timmy’s reaction.
Peri had this phone in one hand and opened Timmy’s door with the other.
“You’ll never guess what-” Peri’s eyes landed on the hooded figure with a mask. His entire face was covered in black cloth with one two crudely attached lenses.
The two locked eyes. Neither moved. This was not his cousin. This was someone who broke into Timmy’s room, from the second floor? Surely, there were easier houses to rob. But this had to be a thief. Someone who could probably stab him. Badly.
Peri stayed calmed.
“DAD!” Peri ran out into the hall. He didn’t even know if his dad was home but it was worth a shot.
Thwip.
Something hit Peri’s back and yanked him back inside Timmy’s room. His phone flew from his hand. He fell flat on the floor. The stranger looming over him.
Peri went to scream again but the stranger shot something from their wrist. His mouth closed shut. He tried to look down. His hands were going towards the bottom half of his face trying to rip off whatever was stuck to his mouth.
It wasn't coming off.
He screamed but it came out muffled.
“Peri-” The stranger said.
Oh dear. This person knew his name. He was dead. He had to do something.
Peri turned over and started hitting the stranger's legs. He wasn't going down without a fight. No matter how pathetic and one sided the fight was.
“Peri, calm down!” The stranger whispered angrily. He crouched down and ripped off the ski mask.
It was Timmy.
“Mmy?” Peri’s eyes widened. This only raised more questions.
How did Timmy get onto the second floor? The window was open but there was no possible way, no stairs or balcony except for his door.
Why was he even breaking into his own room in the first place?
What the fuck was that thing with his wrist?
“Boys?” Wanda’s footsteps made their way up the stairs.
The two of them gave each other an ‘oh shit’ look. Panic in both their eyes. Moreso in Timmy’s.
At that moment Peri understood. Whatever was happening, mom and dad were not to be told about it. Peri got off the floor and tried to break off whatever was stuck to his face.
Timmy ran to the door and slammed it shut. They both winced knowing that was about to get Timmy into even more trouble.
“Everything’s fine, Aunt Wanda!” Timmy took off his hoodie and threw it into the corner. He did a weird motion that let out…
Webs?
Okay, what the fuck Timmy.
The webs latched onto the mask and he grabbed it and tossed it into the corner. He rushed over to Peri and ripped off the webbing.
Peri yelped. The webbing was stuck onto Timmy’s hands now. Panic overtook the cousins.
Wanda knocked on the door. Peri ran to stop the door from opening all the way.
“Hey Mom!” Peri nervously laughed. The door was only open an inch.
In the corner of his eye, his cousin was quietly panicking. Timmy was flailing around trying to get the webs off his own hands. Serves him right that stuff is strong and sticky.
“Is everything alright Sweetie?” Wanda held her hand against the door. Her soft tired eyes almost let Peri’s guard down. Almost.
He straightened his posture, “Of course. Haha. Um- Why wouldn't it be? It’s not like I thought someone was breaking in- Because no one can break in! Especially not from the second floor because that’s impossible-” He paused. “Timmy and I were just playing a game. It got a little rough. Because we were… Pretending to be wrestlers?”
Wanda looked confused, she shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. “Timmy’s home?”
It was at that moment when Timmy finally took control. He opened the door fully and shoved Peri out. Peri restrained himself from letting out a whimper. Jeez, when did Timmy get so strong? That hurt.
“Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you earlier Aunt Wanda.” Timmy smiled.
“Just… Don't make it a habit, alright Sport?”
Timmy gave a mini salute, “Aye aye, Captain Wanda.”
Wanda sighed, “We’re talking later. Both of you. You two know how I get about slamming doors and roughhousing.” She started walking back downstairs and let her voice carry itself back up, “Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”
Peri turned to Timmy. His mouth failing to make an coherent words. They were more akin to baby babbles then sentences.
Timmy grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside. He closed the door with a little too much caution. His room was the way it always been. Aside from the broken cobwebs on the floor. Tiny strains littered across the already messy floor.
“Timmy… What happened?”
“Um.” Timmy took a deep breath and grimaced with a shrug. “I’m not one hundred percent sure but I think a spider did this. Or a spider allergy? Something related to a spider that’s for sure.” Timmy started going on about a field trip a few months back. The discovery of spider related powers. The webs he could shoot out of his wrist.
“Long story short I’m kind of a vigilante now?” Timmy did nervous jazz hands.
Peri was stuck in a daze. This was a lot to process. All he wanted to do was eat but now his stomach couldn’t handle the idea of his cousin going out there and fighting criminals. People with guns and weapons. Scratch that, his cousin had superpowers. Spider themed superpowers.
“What is my life?” Peri thought aloud.
“You weren’t the one who got sick from spider bite.”
Peri shot up. “And you didn’t go to the hospital?!”
“I thought it would be fine.” Timmy grumbled.
“You can produce webs from your wrists. That is not fine.”
“Drama queen.”
“I’m gonna be honest Timmy. I don’t like this.”
“I’m not asking for your approval, I just don’t want you to rat me out to your mom or dad.”
“And I won’t. I…” Peri had no idea what to say. It was always Timmy who looked out for him. Sure, his cousin has done reckless things before but this is a new level of insanity. “I just don’t know.”
“But you won’t rat me out right?” Hesistation from Timmy's part. As if Timmy hadn't helped Peri cover up countless mistakes. As if they hadn't grown up together.
They were ride or die.
Peri shook his head no. He wouldn't tell, he trusted Timmy.
“Good. I owe you one.” Timmy gave him a soft smile.
It was Peri who owed Timmy a lot. He left without a saying another word. His phone was still on the hallway floor. He picked it up.
Peri surpressed a laugh, of course the meme he wanted to show Timmy happened to be about a spider.
I JUST. WANT MORE SPIDERMAN TIMMY PLEASEEEEE ILLTAKE AYTHING BRO LIKE FROM A LIST OF HEADCANONS TO A RELATIONSHIP CHART TO A ORIGIN STORY I BEG OF U
List of headcanons here we go!
Timmy starts being spiderman at around 17 years old
He got bitten by the spider a few months before that and was just messing around with his powers
He started being a vigilante because he was inspired by his favorite hero the Crimson Chin
His first costume was very badly sewn together and fell apart mid fight so he stuck to wearing regular clothes for a while until he stopped poking himself with a needle
He was already slightly taller than Uncle Cosmo and Aunt Wanda but after that spider bite he shot up a few extra inches
Wanda does NOT like the idea of Spiderman at all (but we can get into that later)
Peri learns Timmy is a vigilante first (it was an accident and utter chaos, i have half of it written so look out for that soon ;))
Timmy's got the bio webs like Tobey Maguire Spiderman
Jimmy and Timmy were childhood friends but Jimmy ended up being sent to a boarding school, they still kept in touch as much as possible
Jimmy returned about two years into Timmy being Spiderman, he didn't really care much about the vigilante until he saw Spiderman swing past him once
Seeing the so called Spiderman in person changed things
Plus the weird coincidences that kept popping up in regards to Timmy and Spiderman
“Good job out there, Spider-Man.” Jimmy held a neutral expression. But Timmy knew him way too well, he was holding back a smile. He could tell with the way his eyelids slowly closed, trying to keep maximum control. All it did was make him even cattier than he usually was.
Spider-man gave him a salute, “Thank you Ji- Uh… Random civilian.” Nailed it.
Jimmy slowly nodded and walked into Spider-Man’s personal space. Timmy’s slow and steady heartbeat started to accelerate again. His eyes lingered on his childhood friend's lips then jumped right to his eyes.
There was no reason to look there.
But Jimmy’s eyes… They were deep blue, the one you could only see when watching the ocean at its strongest. The ocean at its most powerful. Dark and luring, and even a little deathly.
“So,” Jimmy pivoted to the side. “Why did you come to check on me?” He picked up something from his father's desk. He leaned onto the table, playing aimlessly with the pen.
“Huh?” Spider-Man tilted his head.
Jimmy shrugged, “There were dozens of other people you saved and yet you sought me out specifically.” He looked up at Spider-Man, only for a moment before going back to circling around him. “I have to wonder, what makes me so special?”
Timmy’s face turned red, “I wouldn't have come here if I knew you were such an egomaniac.” Spider-Man scoffed and crossed his arms. He kept his eyes on Jimmy.
“But you were always going to come.” Jimmy stopped in front of him. His hands inching towards Timmy’s neck.
Timmy’s spider senses were quiet but everything else was on fire.
Jimmy tugged on his mask and removed it, “Weren’t you Timmy?” He smiled.
Timmy couldn't breathe. He almost forgot how to. Those eyes. Those impossibly beautiful deep blue eyes. They were drowning him and he couldn't get enough water.
Jimmy had that smug smirk he always wore whenever he was right. Which he wore a lot.
Of course Jimmy figured it out. It was Jimmy and he was Timmy. Two friends who had been through so much. Not even an ocean apart could break their bond.
“H-How?” Timmy asked. His face burned from embarrassment. Yeah, that was the only reason.
Jimmy rolled his eyes, “You’re my best friend and it’s the most obvious thing in the world. At least when you’re a teen genius.” He tossed the mask back to Timmy.
His spider senses caught it on instinct. His heart was still acting like it was in the middle of a battle and not a conversation between friends. His eyes were still following Jimmy. There was an effortless display of utter confidence in his intelligence.
But it wasn't any normal conversation, wasn't it? Timmy had kept this secret from Jimmy for a while. And Jimmy had cracked the case open without breaking a sweat. It seemed like he knew for a while.
The mask was lifeless in his hands. His finger ran through fabric.
“So… You aren't mad at me?” Timmy didn't dare to look at Jimmy.
In the corner of his eyes Jimmy stopped. Then he let out a deep sigh, “No. It’s part of the whole superhero deal. Secret identities, being selfless, protecting loved ones. You’ve always done the right thing, even if it takes some time.” His gaze landed on his spider emblem. “Plus you always disappeared at the first sign of trouble. The Timmy I know would've run right towards the danger, just to see what was happening. I guess that part never changed.”
Timmy wanted to hide behind his mask so bad. Jimmy had always seen right through him. When everyone else thought he was a dumb worthless kid, Jimmy knew otherwise. Now here he was, being seen by one of the people who mattered most to him. It made him all gooey and mushy inside.
Title: Another Day in the Future
Pairing: Jimmy Neutron/Timmy Turner
Rating: Gen
Word Count: ~6K
Ao3 link
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It was one of those rare days where there was nothing major going on. The stars only align like this every few months. Jimmy was in his lab as usual. Libby and Sheen were on a date. Carl was at the zoo. Cindy? Who knows, who cares? Certainly not him. All was right with the world. The multiverse was quiet. Well... Aside from one glaring issue.
"Jimmy. Jimmy Jam. James. James Isaac Neutron. Uh... What is that Cindy calls you? Nerdtom? Nerdtron! Nerd the candy. Candyman."
Timmy Turner wouldn't shut up.
Jimmy refused to respond to any of those nicknames. He was far too busy working on his blueprints. Turner was in his lab being a nuisance, touching everything. Despite the number of times Jimmy had told him not to touch anything. Even going as far as to actively shake the chair that the boy genius was sitting on. It was taking everything in Jimmy’s power to not lose it.
"Jonathan." Turner shook the chair harder. How Goddard was able to sleep through all this ruckus was beyond him.
"That’s not even close to my name.” Not-Jonathan whipped his head towards the most annoying person in his lab. Probably the entire multiverse. “What in the name of science do you want, Turner?"
Turner shrugged, unaffected. "I'm bored.” He let go of the chair. His eyes went wide with an idea. “Ooh, can we create a bad guy to defeat again? That was fun."
Jimmy rolled his eyes, "You never learn."
"Nope!" Timmy smiled wide. As if his buck teeth needed more exposure.
“Why don't you play poker with your holograms?”
“He’s banned.” Cosmo said from a distance. Jimmy didn’t bother turning around. The holograms liked to play random board games off to the side. They were unintrusive, unlike their creator. They liked to play chess, monopoly, and apparently some fairy related board games?
Jimmy didn’t ask questions anymore. The one time he did, he got sucked in for about three days straight. It was brutal. Friendships and marriages were tested.
“Timmy is scary good at poker.” Wanda said.
“What? No way, you guys are just bad at lying.” Timmy protested. A valiant effort to defend his non-existent honor, but ultimately a useless one.
“It’s not fair!” Cosmo threw down his cards. The cards flew over Jimmy’s workstation and landed helter-skelter all over his blueprints.
"Why don't you just go home?" Jimmy brushed aside the loose cards. The mess would be future Jimmy’s problem.
"Vicky is babysitting again," The three of them intoned. It was eerie how in sync they could be at times.
Ah yes, the babysitter: Vicky. One of the cruelest people Jimmy had ever had the misfortune of interacting with. They only met once, but the memory of clinging onto the seat for dear life and then being thrown out of a car kept him up on random nights. The world Timmy lived in was absolutely terrifying. No wonder he didn’t want to return. Especially with a babysitter like that.
His friend would often complain about his babysitter. It was odd to know he had one, especially since they were only one year apart in age. Jimmy’s own parents were always around or made his grandma come over. He shuddered at the thought of the last time his grandma was supposed to take care of him. Still, he’s been able to stay home alone more often than not. Not like Turner ever had that opportunity.
"Well, that is her job,” Jimmy continued sketching out a small device. “My job is to work on an upgrade to make travel between dimensions more convenient for the team."
It’s been something he’s been meaning to do for a while. Traveling between different worlds had become a bit of an inconvenience. First he would need to track down Danny, Spongebob, Timmy, bring them back to the lab or whatever meeting place they were at, and fill them in on the details. Then they’d split up. If they got lost then that took up extra time to track the lost member down.
It was a whole tedious process.
Designing something handheld that each member of the team could carry with them would be useful. It would help with communication and knowing everyone’s location, especially in a time of a crisis. It could also make transportation between universes a lot smoother.
"Oh!” Timmy shook the chair again. Jimmy was going to defenestrate Turner one of these days. “I know what you should do instead. You should build a meeting area. It can be in space."
“You know you could just wish that up, Sport.” In the corner of Jimmy’s eye, he could see Wanda flying right next to her creator.
“Oh yeah.” Timmy blinked. “Nah, later. I want to annoy Jimmy right now.”
Jimmy sighed as he put his pencil down. “Having you here irritating me this only seems to be a disservice to my future self."
"Hey…” His friend smirked, never a good sign. “Future self, huh? You ever wonder what you're going to be like in the future?"
"Nope." Jimmy shut that down.
"Why not?"
"I already know.” He held up his blueprints, tilting his head. Did they look right? No. Something was missing. He put them down. “I'm going to get multiple Nobel Peace Prizes, be rewarded for helping make advances in science, and not be married to Cindy."
"And how do you know that?" Timmy crossed his arms.
"Because I built a portal to the future." Jimmy said, erasing a detail he didn’t like. He was going to redraw that one bit again.
"What?” Timmy pushed Jimmy’s chair. “When was this?" The table shook with the force of Timmy’s push, sending his pencil flying across the room.
Jimmy heaved a long-suffering sigh.
His attempts to get anything done would always be foiled as long as Turner was here. At least one of the holograms teleported his pencil back. While they were bound to Timmy’s chaotic whims, they still did things of their own volition.
He remembered his friend’s question, "Oh. A few months before we made Shirley."
“Huh… Do you still have it?”
“It should be somewhere in the back of the lab,” he said absentmindedly, vaguely gesturing to the back. Mm, erasing pencil lines was annoying. Maybe he should just start over.
“Cool!” Timmy ran off.
Finally, peace and quiet.
Jimmy enjoyed it for about five seconds before the implications nearly knocked him onto the floor. He jumped out of his seat and went after Turner. He was not going to let Turner mess with time. Let alone unsupervised.
“Is this it?” Timmy stood right in front of the Chrono Arch.
“How many times in the past have we messed with time?” Wanda crossed her arms.
“This is different. Now we're messing with the future.” Timmy smiled.
“He’s got a point there.” Cosmo mused.
“No, you will not.” Jimmy approached them and the arch. “That’s odd. There should be a sheet covering it.”
“Well, there isn’t.”
Said sheet was sitting in a puddle on the floor to the side, discarded. He could've sworn he covered it. Last time, he swore to himself that he’d never mess with his future ever again.
Dictator Libby was enough for one afternoon adventure.
Timmy cracked his knuckles, wiggling his fingers as he reached out to push some buttons.
“Turner!” Jimmy pulled him away by the collar before he could do so. He was getting way too good at stopping Timmy moments before disaster. “Let me handle this. How far into the future do you want to see?”
He looked over to see if everything was still stable. The machine was still plugged in. Odd.
“Mm.” Timmy tapped his shoes. “I don’t know. Ten years?” He glanced at Cosmo and Wanda. Cosmo only shrugged.
Ten years? They would only be in their early twenties. Well, there was no doubt Jimmy would find some success. He’d probably be in college, finishing up a master’s… Or maybe even a doctorate.
While his parents wanted him to stay in elementary school to be around other kids his age, they didn't have those same restrictions when it came to his later teen years. If he played his cards right he could probably finish up high school early. A vague plan, but a plan nonetheless.
The next ten years didn't seem that interesting. Just boring high school stuff he had seen in movies. Music, dancing, and unrealistic romantic woes.
The last time Jimmy ran the machine he did at least fifteen years to see what he was like in his mid twenties. He was thriving, along with his other friends.
“Ten years feels a bit too soon.” Jimmy summarized his thoughts.
“Uh… Twenty years!” Timmy said. Twenty years into the future. It seemed so far away. He’d be in his thirties, basically an old man.
“I hope there’s flying cars!” Cosmo said.
“Cosmo sweetie, we can already fly.” Wanda reminded him.
“Oh yeah…”
“Alright,” Jimmy punched in the exact date twenty years into the future. “Let’s have a look at Retroville twenty years from now.” He turned the machine on.
The boys peered through the archway to see future Retroville. It seemed altogether more stylish, with better paved roads, floating billboards, and robots patrolling the sidewalks.
People were wearing sleek futuristic outfits.
Jimmy searched for his future self. He landed on a house with a rainbow flag. Calling it a house was an understatement, it was almost a mansion. There his future self was, sitting in a living room surrounded by prizes. He looked unbothered by life, and more importantly, there was no Cindy in sight to bother him. Hopefully he was far away from Timmy Turner as well.
“Seems like everything is as it should be.” Jimmy stepped back from the Chrono Arch, arms akimbo as he admired a future where things were calm and he was successful.
“What about me?” Timmy crossed his arms.
Jimmy rolled his eyes, “I don't know if we’d even be friends that far in the future.” Of course everything had to be about or related to Turner. “Who’s to say you would even be in Retroville?”
Timmy grinned with mischief in his eyes, “Let’s find out.” Then he ran right into the portal.
“Timmy!” The holograms yelled and flew right after their creator.
“How did I end up with Vicky’s job?” Jimmy wondered aloud to his empty lab. There was only one thing he could do. He ran through the Chrono Arch.
The lights were blinding. Traveling through time or between different dimensions did not get any easier.
“This place looks cool!” Timmy yelled, which made Jimmy flinch. His ears were still ringing a bit.
Turner never seemed to be affected by these sorts of things. Were those the consequences of having holograms teleporting him anywhere? Did that make things easier? He would do more research, but Timmy was very protective of Cosmo and Wanda.
After Jimmy’s eyes adjusted, he looked around. It was still very much Retroville. They landed in a more suburban area. Not a place Jimmy frequented. This was more where the upper middle class were located. His parents were regular middle class.
He only knew where they were because this street went all out during Halloween. There would be fake skeletons, grand decorations, and oh, the candy would be marvelous.
This was probably the street where his future self lived. Nice.
The holograms were no longer in their fairy forms. Instead they had morphed into oddly colored squirrels, sitting right next to Timmy.
“Turner!” Jimmy yelled, Timmy’s wonder crashed into annoyance at Jimmy’s voice. “You weren't supposed to go into the future.” Jimmy’s eyes widened in panic. He patted himself down. “Darn it, and we have no means of getting back.”
Jimmy didn’t even have Goddard with him. At least last time he was in the future with Carl and Sheen, the robo- dog was there to help make travel easier.
“Speak for yourself, I have Cosmo and Wanda to poof me back. You however, seem very unprepared.” Timmy said.
“We are not going to leave Jimmy stranded in the past.” Wanda scolded.
“Thank you Wanda. I came unprepared because you ran here with no warning.” Jimmy said.
“You saw my scheming face.” Timmy shrugged. “You were warned.”
“Not the point.” Jimmy groaned. “Let’s go find James.” He started walking.
“Who’s James?” Timmy jogged up to him. That jog became a walk, matching Jimmy’s pace.
“Future me, I don't want to say future Jimmy a hundred times.”
“Oh. That makes sense. Do we call my future self something else too?”
“Thomas does sound like a more grown up name.”
“Thomas?!” Timmy stopped. “You think my name is Thomas? Ew.”
Jimmy smiled at his friend’s distress in the slowly growing distance between them.
Timmy caught up to him, “Why are we even friends? I thought you knew me.”
“If your full name isn't Thomas then what is it?”
“Timothy.”
Jimmy snorted, “Timothy? Timothy Turner.”
“Timothy Tiberius Turner.”
“Your dimension is obsessed with alliteration.”
“Nope, just my parents.”
Jimmy opened his mouth, ready to insult them. He closed it. Timmy didn't mention his parents often. Though from the little bits of information that Jimmy has been able to gather from context clues and through interacting with them, they didn't seem like the best.
Yet Timmy was still fond of them. He got defensive if anyone implied otherwise. It wasn't worth the petty squabble.
They kept walking.
“So what are we looking for?” Timmy broke the silence.
“James’ house. I saw it briefly before we went.”
“You remember it?”
“Barely.” Jimmy sighed. “I know it had a flag outside.”
“Like that?” Timmy pointed to a rainbow flag.“What country is that?”
“No country has that flag.” Jimmy said.
It’s odd. He didn’t understand why he would have a rainbow flag outside his residence at all.
“I’m pretty sure there’s a country with that flag.” Cosmo said.
The two boys and the two squirrels went up the porch. Timmy knocked on the door.
"Honey, I told you to remember your keys-" James opened the door and took a double take. Wheels seemed to turn in his head before he looked down to stare at the boys. "Not you two again."
"Again?" Jimmy asked. This was the first time he had gone to this version of the future.
Timmy went inside. "Sweet place you got."
"He says that every time." James rolled his eyes, turning on his heel to follow Timmy in.
"Every time?” Jimmy asked. Alarm bells were starting to go off in his head. “Have we been here before?"
James stepped to the side, “Just come on in." He gestured into the house, a tired yet soft smile appeared. Jimmy doesn't think he’s ever worn that expression before.
Before the future was alluring and full of promise. It was supposed to be exciting. Now that he was there faced with an older version of himself made things feel different.
It made it real.
One day he was going to have all of this. Success wasn't a question, it was a guarantee.
Something would happen that would make him wear this emotion so easily on his face. That was scary, because he had no idea what would cause it.
He stepped inside, regardless of his misgivings. It was his portal that brought Timmy here and he was going to bring him back to the past. Possibly kicking and screaming.
The inside was bigger than he expected it to be. There was a living room to the left. Timmy was already taking everything all in. The walls were a rich rusty color, and a light green rug contrasted the rich black couch and loveseat. They had soft pink pillows on top with cute little hearts. One pillow was full of rainbow hearts, which seemed like an odd design choice.
Little trinkets lined the fireplace. Jimmy… Begrudgingly admitted to himself that he was too short to see the top but he could see the edge of a snowglobe that said Dimmsdale. Something else seemed to have Phantom’s logo on a plush of some kind? Merch perhaps? Following that line of logic, there must also be something from Bikini Bottom, but there were more than three items on the mantel. A hint of new members in the future? Fascinating.
His Nobel Peace Prizes were on full display on a different shelf, the same ones he saw when Sheen and Carl were first looking at their futures months ago.
It was sleek yet cozy. Lived in, but there were no pictures hung up. Which seemed like an odd detail, or lack of one.
Timmy stood on the other side of the room closer to the television. At least that’s what Jimmy assumed it was. It looked a lot flatter than any television he had ever seen. It sat on a television stand, books lining the shelves below. Classic literature mixed with... What the hell was a Crimson Chin? Why did his future self have volumes of it?
“What’s this?” Timmy picked up a controller.
“It’s the newest gaming system, I got it as a favor in advance.” James said.
“Really? Cool!”
Jimmy turned to his future self with suspicion. “Since when did we get into video games and comic books?” He asked. Sure, Jimmy liked video games, but not to this extent.
“My spouse’s hobbies.” James said.
Jimmy eyebrows raised in surprise at that. He got married? But- His true love was science!
As if his future self knew exactly what he was thinking, he raised his hand up from his pocket, showing off a wedding ring with a comforting smile.
Timmy shook the controller, still in his own little world, “How do I start playing?”
“Nope.” James snatched the controller out of Timmy’s hand. “It’s supposed to be a surprise gift for my partner.”
Jimmy liked using his big vocabulary but this seemed excessive. Why wasn’t his future self just saying wife? He hadn’t even dropped one pronoun, almost carefully sticking to gender-neutral words.
"Are Cindy and I still married in this version of the future?" Jimmy asked.
"No." James replied, almost annoyed. “You really think Cindy is into video games and comics? She’s too busy being a senator.”
“Cindy and I aren’t married. This is truly the best future!” Jimmy started doing a little dance. “Wait, she’s a senator?”
"Enough about Nerd Brain over there, I wanna know about my future!" Timmy whined.
"For the last time Turner, we are in future Retroville. Not future Dimmsdale." Jimmy turned to James. "Tell me we aren't still friends in the future."
"That's one way of putting it." James stifled a laugh.
Jimmy raised an eyebrow, "I highly doubt I've always been this vague."
“I’m being vague for a reason. We need to get you two back, the past is already changing with every second you stay here, and I’d like the present to stay exactly how it is." James said.
"Even in the future you're still so pushy and demanding." Timmy pulled a face. “Can I play at least one game?”
“No.”
The door opened with a squeal of hinges, and a stranger walked in.
"Hey Handsome," he said, his face obscured by armfuls of grocery bags.
"T- Babe! Hi. I think you should stay outside." James said.
"You seem tense." The stranger put the groceries down on the counter.
Jimmy noticed the buck teeth first, then the wedding ring. The same one his future self wore.
His heart stopped.
No.
His worst fears were realized when Future Timmy pulled Future Jimmy closer, the same way his dad would his mom. Then Future Jimmy and Future Timmy started kissing. The world slowed down. Dramatic classical music blasted in Jimmy's mind.
His future lips… Were on future Turner's.
"I think I'm going to faint. Or vomit. Or both." Timmy fell backwards.
Jimmy couldn't stop staring. How did this happen? What? When? Why? How? What?!
The future was still messed up. That was the only logical reason.
Future Timmy pulled away from his future self. Good. He needs to stay away. Very far away. A separate dimension far away. Several dimensions.
“Woops. Didn't see those two.” Timothy rubbed the back of his neck.
“I always tell you, you need to be more aware of your surroundings. How many times have I had to save your sorry butt?” James raised an eyebrow.
“I lost count.” Timothy shrugged. “Besides you love my butt, Sweetbuns.”
James laughed.
Jimmy and Timmy cried.
“Make it stop.” Jimmy groaned.
“This is a fate worse than an afternoon with Vicky.” Timmy sat up.
“How did this even happen?” Jimmy asked.
"I was around eighteen? There was a party in Retroville. Do you remember who was throwing it?" Timothy turned to James.
"Libby, I think. Her parties were the only ones worth going to."
"Oh right. So Jimmy and I get there together, and there's booze. I want to try some but Jimmy starts being a buzzkill so I trick him into drinking."
"Cool!" Timmy said.
"Wait, how?" Jimmy asked.
"Reverse psychology with a pinch of peer pressure." James sighed. "Timmy isn’t as dumb as he seems. He can actually be quite clever, when he wants to be."
Timothy smiled, "Aw-"
"I'm still mad at you for that." James threw a soft elbow into Timothy’s ribs.
Timothy let out a soft oof before wrapping an arm around James’ waist. "It's been like ten years! Plus we're married."
Jimmy covered his eyes. This was not happening.
"I don't see how that is relevant." James said.
"Anyway, drunk Jimmy is an absolute riot.” An evil little smile grew on Timothy’s face. “He was starting to strip, getting really cuddly, he tried to get in some fights, he started crying over a penny."
Timothy started to laugh, and James, mock offended, shoved hands at his shoulders to push him away, which only made Timothy laugh harder, though his arm stayed firmly around James’ waist.
Timmy made a disgusted face and Jimmy nodded in agreement. How could they have fallen so far? How could they have fallen for each other? One night drinking caused this??? Yeah, no. He was swearing off alcohol. Forever. The loss of brain cells from drinking clearly affected him.
James playfully rolled his eyes, "I was being set up. Everyone was trying to get me drunk!"
"Because you never got drunk before. It was... Incredible.” Timothy’s eyes brimmed with emotion as he stared ats James. “But then he started vomiting, and that was not so great. I barely drank so it was up to me to take care of him. Then Jimmy starts going on and on about how great I am and then drops the bomb that he loves me, then passes out."
Jimmy clenched his fists, cheeks burning. "Why would I even be so foolish as to drink alcohol?"
“I got curious and Timmy really knows how to push my buttons.” James said.
“That’s not the only thing I can do.” Timothy smirked.
“Babe.” James, honest to Einstein, giggled.
“Ahhh!” Jimmy covered his eyes. He did not want to think about the idea that one day in the future he was going to have intercourse with Timmy ‘two plus five equals six, right?’ Turner. “I need to bleach my eyes and sand down my ears.”
“Same.” Timmy gagged.
Jimmy sat down on the couch. This was too much information, and he really loved information. Not this kind. Never this kind again.
It was utterly mind boggling. How could he- When?
"Wait, what about us? When did we- You fall for Timmy?" Jimmy asked.
James sighed. "Thirteen."
"What?" Both Timmys said.
"Thirteen? That’s two years from now." Jimmy started panicking.
There could be no way in hell that he falls in love with Timmy Turner in about two years' time. Yet the proof was in front of him. A life, domestic and cozy with that insane buck-toothed boy.
"Wait, you never told me you liked me for that long." Timothy said.
"It's cheesy." James said. "It was on a recon mission. So we were gathering information on some mountains. There was a rock slide and Timmy pulled me out of the way."
"That's it?" Timmy tilted his head. "That's kind of boring, if that's all it takes then I guess I won't save you from any falling rocks."
"I don't need saving from falling rocks." Jimmy said.
"Clearly you do." Timmy poked him in the arm.
"Do not! Are there any rocks here?"
"I wish-"
Jimmy covered Timmy's mouth.
"I fall in love with him? Him? That can't be right... So he saved my life. We save each other all the time. Why was that any different?" Jimmy pleaded to know.
"It just was." A soft smile appeared on James’ face. "I was so grateful when Timmy pulled me out of the way. So many times I had to be the one to think of a way out of the situation, it felt so rare whenever someone else had to do that for me. Yet here Timmy was, constantly doing that. It felt inevitable…"
Jimmy's chest started to feel weird. His hand got wet- Damnit, did Timmy just lick his hand?!
"Ew!" Jimmy ripped his hand away.
“You didn’t let me talk!” Timmy glared.
“You deserve a muzzle.” Jimmy wiped his hand on Timmy’s shirt.
Timmy screamed.
“Aw, we are so cute.” Timothy cooed. “Wait- Do you have Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof on you?”
“What’s a poof?” Timmy turned to his future self.
Cosmo and Wanda winked into existence over Timmy’s head.
“You remember us?” Wanda’s eyes widened.
“Neat!” Cosmo smiled.
Timothy gasped, almost tearing up. “Yeah, Jorgen didn’t take my memories. Saving the multiverse and Fairy World a few times gives you that sort of privilege.”
“We save Fairy World? Multiple times? Us?” Timmy asked. It didn't seem like that far of a stretch. After all, he was on a team dedicated to keeping the multiverse safe.
“Yup. My Cosmo and Wanda retired but they still visit me every so often. I guess Poof hasn’t- I should keep that one a surprise.” Timothy zipped his lips.
“Cool! I get to keep my memories of Cosmo and Wanda.”
“You were going to forget about them?” Jimmy asked.
“It’s…” Timmy rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. “It’s a story for another time.”
Jimmy eyed his friend, “What do you mean-”
“Who wants cookies?” Timothy clasped his hands, breaking the tension.
“Me!” Timmy got up and ran to the grocery bags, ravaging through them.
Timothy whistled with fake innocence. Jimmy turned to his future self but James only put his hands up.
Whatever. He’ll confront Turner about it later.
“What on Earth possessed you to fall in love with him?” Jimmy gestured to the two Timmys. The fear ran through this heart. There were two of them. Over there, bonding over cookies. The holograms were buzzing with energy.
How the world hadn’t exploded yet was beyond him.
“I’ve spent the last twenty years asking myself that every same question. Why him?” James grabbed a cookie and passed it over to Jimmy. “Long story short; he makes me happy.” He shrugged.
“He’s nothing but a nuisance that causes problems for everyone else to deal with.” Jimmy grabbed the cookie and bit into it angrily.
“We did that a lot as a kid too.”
“Wha- Did not!” Jimmy covered his mouth trying not to let the crumbs fall onto the floor.
James pulled up his hand and started counting off different incidents they were responsible for, “Pants, aliens, nanobots, the N-men, evil clone-”
“Okay.”
“Addictive candy, permanent sickness, rapid aging, I can keep going.” James gave a mischievous smile.
“We fixed all of those issues.”
“We also caused them.”
A rebuttal was on the tip of Jimmy’s tongue.
“Oh my God-” Timothy pushed his younger self out of the way to get over to the gaming system. “Is this?”
“Hey!” Timmy pouted, on the floor.
“It’s exactly what you think it is.” James said.
“It’s not even out yet.” Timothy was completely mesmerized.
“I know. I’m the best.” James put his arms around Timothy’s waist. “I was going to set it up before you got back but I was interrupted.” James glared at the kids.
“If you’d opened that up without me getting to hear you go on and on about the latest advancements in gaming I would've divorced you.” Timothy kissed James on the cheek.
“You should divorce anyway.” Timmy said in between bites. The crumbs fell onto the wooden floor.
“Overruled.” Timothy smiled. They began kissing again.
Jimmy ripped his gaze away from them. Maybe Dictator Libby wasn’t the bad future. Maybe this was the bad future.
“Alright. That’s enough.” Timmy stood up. “Cosmo and Wanda, I wish we were back in Jimmy’s lab in our own time!”
---
When they got back to the lab they stood in silence. There was a lot to unpack.
"So, we get married in the future." Timmy started off, breaking the awkward silence.
"Don't remind me.” Jimmy held his head in his hands. “This is somehow worse than that future where I was married to Cindy."
"Hey! I don't exactly want to get married to you either, calling you Handsome and Sweetbuns." Timmy shivered.
Jimmy covered his ears. "Please stop talking!"
"I can't stop thinking about it!"
"Neither can I!"
"Agh."
"Aghggh!"
They glared at each other.
Jimmy could never and would never fall in love with Timmy Turner. He simply refused it.
It was still impossible to wrap his head around it. This was coming from a boy genius who could understand anything.
How could their lives ever lead to marriage? They could barely agree in the present. It made no logical sense. It made less than no sense. It made negative sense.
Wanda and Cosmo transformed back into their default fairy forms.
“Oh come on, marriage isn't the worst thing in the world. Right sweetie?” She smiled at her husband.
“Marrying Wanda was one of the best decisions I ever made,” Cosmo simpered.
“Aww,” Wanda cooed.
"It might work out for you two, but for Timmy and I marriage is completely illogical. I cannot believe my future self not only entertained the idea but went forward with it. At least in a heterosexual-"
"Pfft.” Timmy interrupted. “You said sex."
Cosmo giggled along with Timmy.
“Oh stop it you two,” Wanda said and they stopped.
Jimmy rolled his eyes, "In a male-female relationship there is at least the possibility of bearing offspring."
"Offspring?" Timmy titled his head.
"A baby." Jimmy explained.
"Oh. Yeah no, I can't have a baby.”
"I can!" Cosmo chimed in.
Jimmy and Timmy stared at him. Apparently this was also new news to Timmy. It only adds to the theory that perhaps Turner got the holograms from somewhere else.
Wanda only nodded in confirmation.
"I'm not addressing that. In a homo-" Jimmy groaned. "A male-male relationship, I could see the potential benefits-"
"See, that's why you're gay in the future." Timmy said.
"WE ARE BOTH GAY IN THE FUTURE!" Jimmy, honest to God, wanted to lunge at Turner.
"Lalalalala!" Timmy covered his ears. "Cosmo, Wanda, I wish I couldn't hear Jimmy."
The two holograms did as they were told. They raised their wands, and beams of light with a shower of little sparkles fell from them.
One day Jimmy was going to pop Turner like a balloon. Preferably before their wedding. Scratch that, their wedding day would never happen because Turner would be dead.
"Real mature, Turner." Jimmy shook his head and crossed his arms. “Can you tell him that I said we need to talk about this?”
“Jimmy says he thinks you should still talk to him.” Cosmo said.
“Nope.” Timmy turned away from Jimmy. “I’m going to ignore him for the rest of my life.”
“Timmy says-”
“I can still hear him Cosmo.” Jimmy cut him off. Cosmo frowned. The hologram was only trying to help. “Thank you though.”
“Timmy, you can't ignore Jimmy forever.” Wanda said.
“Yes, I can.” Timmy crossed his arms. “Watch me.”
Jimmy walked in front of him, “You’re still in my lab!”
Timmy closed his eyes and turned in another direction.
Jimmy groaned, “I can’t believe my future self would ever agree to marrying you!”
“Jokes on you, Fudgehead. I can't even hear you.” Timmy stuck his tongue out at Jimmy.
Jimmy started violently shaking Turner.
Wanda pointed her wand at Jimmy and dragged him to the other side of the lab.
“Aw, I hate seeing couples fight.” Cosmo said.
“We’re not a couple!” The two kids shouted.
“Oh no, they’re divorcing.” Cosmo grabbed his wife in fear. “Wanda, we have to fix this.” He shook her.
“They aren't even married yet!” Wanda pushed Cosmo off of her. She looked back at the two boys in front of her. “Err- Will be? Time travel is tricky.”
“I do not want to get married. No way, especially not to peanut skull over there.” Timmy said.
There had to be a way to get out of this situation. He just needed to think, think, t h i n k.
Brain blast.
“What if we just forget?” Jimmy thought aloud to himself. He started grabbing materials to make a device to forget.
“Forget? Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea kiddo?” Wanda asked.
“I’m very forgetful. I forgot where I put my lawn gnome the other day.” Cosmo said.
Jimmy spread out the materials and started working on the device, “If we forget then we can live without the burden of knowing our future selves fates.”
“Wait, what is Jimmy doing?” Timmy looked back and forth between the three of them. “I wish I could hear Jimmy again.”
Cosmo and Wanda raised their wands. The “wish” came true.
“You’ve finally come to your senses.” Jimmy said flatly.
“What were you saying before?” Timmy asked.
“We clearly don't like knowing we’re married, so let’s change that.” Jimmy started putting the pieces together. “I can build an amnesia ray-”
“I saw one back over there.” Timmy pointed in a random direction with a strange amount of conviction.
“I don’t remember building such a thing.” Jimmy scratched his head, putting down the pieces.
“Of course you wouldn’t remember. It’s an amnesia ray. Duh.” Cosmo said.
He almost hated how much that made sense.
“Well, let’s grab it and forget this awful day.” Jimmy saud.
“Wait!” Timmy tackled him.
“What in the name of Einstein are you doing?” Jimmy tried to glare at Turner but that proved futile. All he could do was kick and punch the air and floor.
Timmy sat on the genius’ back, “You’re trying to entrap me in a marriage.”
“Excuse me?” Jimmy stopped.
“I know a loophole when I see one. If we forget, then we get married. If we remember, then we won't get married. You want us to get married.”
Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “What?” Darn it, he did not think of it that way. “I don’t want us to get married at all!”
Timmy narrowed his eyes. “I’m onto your games, Neutron.”
“That’s enough.” Wanda pointed her wand at the boys and pushed them to opposite sides of the lab. “You two are acting ridiculous. One, marriage isn’t something that just happens. It’s a commitment. One you make every single day. That type of love comes once in a lifetime for humans. Your future selves were deeply in love. They experienced things you’ve yet to, their decision may not make sense now but who’s to say it won’t later down the line?”
“Yuck.” Timmy made a face.
“Absolutely not.” Jimmy folded his arms defiantly.
“Which brings me to point number two, you two are children.” Wanda reminded them.
“So don’t worry so much about marriage.” Cosmo chirped.
“It’s been a long day.” Jimmy yawned. “Maybe we shouldn’t act with such haste.”
“I guess you guys are right. It’s been a crazy day. I wish we could just forget this ever happened.” Timmy sighed.
Jimmy’s eyes widened. “Turner-”
“Wait!” Timmy yelled.
Cosmo’s wand flashed.
---
It was one of those rare days where it was quiet in the lab. Jimmy worked on some projects that he had been avoiding. Carl and Sheen were both independently busy. The multiverse was quiet, well... Aside from one boy with gigantic teeth.
"Jimmy, I'm bored." Timmy Turner said.
"And that is my problem because...?" Jimmy asked as he screwed in a piece for his working prototype for a new communication device.
"Because- Woah!"
Jimmy turned around. It was him but taller? Him as an adult.
Future Jimmy shot a laser at Chrono Arch. It exploded into nothingness.
"What are you doing?" Jimmy ran over to the newly destroyed portal.
"You two keep going into the future, get freaked out, decide to forget, go back into the future, get freaked out- It's annoying. Cute the first few times, but I'm at my limit." Future Jimmy threw a small box towards Timmy. "Have fun."
Timmy caught the box, "Decimator 2: Destiny's Revenge. Cool! This isn't even out yet."
"He's so easily entertained." Future Jimmy said, with a slight fondness.
"Do you remember the last time he had a copy of Decimator?" Jimmy glared at his future self, trying to get a hold of Timmy but he already ran away to cause chaos.
"Of course I do, you can handle it. You always do." Future Jimmy ruffled his hair.
"Hey!" Jimmy tried to fix his hair.
"Take care. Don't try to kill each other." Future him punched something onto his wrist device. They made eye contact. “I shouldn't say anything but, good luck. I promise it will be worth the wait.”
“What’s worth the wait?” Jimmy asked.
Future Jimmy only glanced at Timmy.
Before Jimmy could ask what he meant but his future self already left.
“Uh… Jimmy. I think I broke something.” Timmy held up the broken prototype Jimmy was working on not even three minutes ago.
Oh.
Oh, a thousand deaths for Timmy Turner. His future self was definitely talking about planning the perfect method to get rid of one of the most idiotic children he ever had to meet. That had to be it. There was no other logical explanation. Turner’s death would be wonderful and it would be worth the wait.
Cosmo and Wanda are fae during what humans have retroactively call the middle ages
They have their first child and want the best for him, and so swap him out with a human child named Timmy but things don't go according to plan
Cosmo: man switching the baby was hard but worth it
Wanda: why are you complaining, i did the switching?
Cosmo: no i did
Wanda: no??? i did
Cosmo: if you switched the baby, and I switched the baby
Wanda and Cosmo: IMMEDIATELY CHECK THEIR PRETEEN
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