Psych Fic: Just in Case
Today I had to give a big presentation. I had planned to spend yesterday evening going over the talk to try to get it down to 8 minutes. Instead, I spent the evening talking to my parents, cooking, and freaking out with Psych squee.
Fine, I decided, I'll go to bed early and work on it in the morning. So what do I do? I stay up until 1:30am writing a fic. (Oh, I tried to go to sleep, I just had to get up and write down the words running through my head.) What fic, you ask? Oh, only a angst-fic for the fluffiest fandom on earth, which is sort-of-slash for a pairing I refuse to see LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU. Why am I writing fic for pairings I don't support? Because I am crazy.
But because I am crazy like a fox, I'm claiming this as a cliche bingo square! No, it's not in line with my other square BUT I DON'T CARE!
I don't think it requires knowledge of the show but it will help get some references. No spoilers or warnings. Un-betaed. Possibly to be posted to Psychfic in a pathetic bid for feedback. Cliche bingo square: Yearning or oblivousness.
Just in Case
(~500 words, Psych, angsty sort-of-slash, rated G)
Shawn made a play for Gus once.
They were fourteen, they were just starting high school, they were as close as brothers on some days and conjoined twins on others. Gus had been Shawn's best friend for so long he couldn't imagine life without Gus walking home from school next to him. He cared about Gus, a lot. More than the girls in school that he asked to the spring dance. And Gus was growing up too, getting taller and leaner and a lot more interesting.
So Shawn asked him to be his boyfriend.
"Your what?" Gus asked.
"My boyfriend. Try and keep up, Gus."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because! We could hang out together, go to the movies, um...sit next to each other in biology?"
"How is that any different than what we do now?"
Shawn was stumped. He knew it was different, but thinking about it *how* it was different felt weird and fluttery and kind of uncomfortable, and he really wasn't sure if it was in a good way or a bad way.
Gus shook his head. "Anyway, I already asked Cindy Xu to go with me to carnival on the pier on Saturday. I'm planning to be her boyfriend by the end of the month, and I can't be her boyfriend *and* your boyfriend."
And that was it. Gus quickly forgot it ever happened and Shawn didn't feel the need to remind him. They both kept growing, Shawn suddenly got a lot more interested in those girls he asked to dances, he grew his hair and got a motorcycle and Gus got a high-top fade and graduated summa cum laude. They still hung out, went on double dates, compared how far they'd gotten with various girls in macho competition. And almost twenty years later, they are still closer than brothers. And Shawn's fine with that, he really is. He's always figured it was just a phase -- he was just figuring out what he wanted, hormones raging, confusing friendship for desire, blah blah blah. He grew up, he got over it. They're friends now, that's all, that's what's important. And the thought of it makes him laugh, sometimes, how stupid he'd been back then, how he could ever have thought of Gus that way. Because Gus is heterosexual to the point of absurdity, so aggressively straight that it borders on offensive, sometimes, the way he recoils from the sight of other men, the possibility of them touching him, the idea of him and Shawn as a couple.
So maybe it's a good thing Gus doesn't remember.
And it's fine. He's over it. He can joke about it, like he does about everything, making cracks about showers for two and taking Gus to prom, because that's what he does.
And there will always be rumors, because there have always been rumors, and Shawn will always answer that Gus is too good for him or that he's already engaged to a bearded lady in a circus. He'll never say that he doesn't swing that way, that Gus isn't right for him, that he doesn't feel that way about him.
Just in case.
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Fine, I decided, I'll go to bed early and work on it in the morning. So what do I do? I stay up until 1:30am writing a fic. (Oh, I tried to go to sleep, I just had to get up and write down the words running through my head.) What fic, you ask? Oh, only a angst-fic for the fluffiest fandom on earth, which is sort-of-slash for a pairing I refuse to see LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU. Why am I writing fic for pairings I don't support? Because I am crazy.
But because I am crazy like a fox, I'm claiming this as a cliche bingo square! No, it's not in line with my other square BUT I DON'T CARE!
I don't think it requires knowledge of the show but it will help get some references. No spoilers or warnings. Un-betaed. Possibly to be posted to Psychfic in a pathetic bid for feedback. Cliche bingo square: Yearning or oblivousness.
Just in Case
(~500 words, Psych, angsty sort-of-slash, rated G)
Shawn made a play for Gus once.
They were fourteen, they were just starting high school, they were as close as brothers on some days and conjoined twins on others. Gus had been Shawn's best friend for so long he couldn't imagine life without Gus walking home from school next to him. He cared about Gus, a lot. More than the girls in school that he asked to the spring dance. And Gus was growing up too, getting taller and leaner and a lot more interesting.
So Shawn asked him to be his boyfriend.
"Your what?" Gus asked.
"My boyfriend. Try and keep up, Gus."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because! We could hang out together, go to the movies, um...sit next to each other in biology?"
"How is that any different than what we do now?"
Shawn was stumped. He knew it was different, but thinking about it *how* it was different felt weird and fluttery and kind of uncomfortable, and he really wasn't sure if it was in a good way or a bad way.
Gus shook his head. "Anyway, I already asked Cindy Xu to go with me to carnival on the pier on Saturday. I'm planning to be her boyfriend by the end of the month, and I can't be her boyfriend *and* your boyfriend."
And that was it. Gus quickly forgot it ever happened and Shawn didn't feel the need to remind him. They both kept growing, Shawn suddenly got a lot more interested in those girls he asked to dances, he grew his hair and got a motorcycle and Gus got a high-top fade and graduated summa cum laude. They still hung out, went on double dates, compared how far they'd gotten with various girls in macho competition. And almost twenty years later, they are still closer than brothers. And Shawn's fine with that, he really is. He's always figured it was just a phase -- he was just figuring out what he wanted, hormones raging, confusing friendship for desire, blah blah blah. He grew up, he got over it. They're friends now, that's all, that's what's important. And the thought of it makes him laugh, sometimes, how stupid he'd been back then, how he could ever have thought of Gus that way. Because Gus is heterosexual to the point of absurdity, so aggressively straight that it borders on offensive, sometimes, the way he recoils from the sight of other men, the possibility of them touching him, the idea of him and Shawn as a couple.
So maybe it's a good thing Gus doesn't remember.
And it's fine. He's over it. He can joke about it, like he does about everything, making cracks about showers for two and taking Gus to prom, because that's what he does.
And there will always be rumors, because there have always been rumors, and Shawn will always answer that Gus is too good for him or that he's already engaged to a bearded lady in a circus. He'll never say that he doesn't swing that way, that Gus isn't right for him, that he doesn't feel that way about him.
Just in case.
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