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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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Clone^2 - graveyard shift

The dinging of the door alerts Sarah of someone walking in, and she barely glances up from her phone to see who it is. It's past midnight and somehow her coworker John managed to convince her to take over his graveyard shift at their convenience store. He owes her one, because she's been standing here for an hour and nobody's come in.

Not a surprise to her - nobody likes to stay out past sundown in Amity Park, even after nearly three years of ghosts appearing all over the place.

But still, it happens sometimes. So she doesn't look up. The dinging bell just lets her know that it's not a ghost, and that's really all she can ask for. The last time she worked late and a ghost came in, she was cleaning the shelves from some weird goo for an hour.

However, the lack of footsteps in the store after a few seconds worries her enough that she forces her head to lift. And a frown weaves its way onto her face when she sees no one at the door, nor anyone in the closet aisles.

...Shit, was there really a ghost here? Can they ring door when they come in? Normally she sees them just phase right through. And normally they glow, bright and jarring that leaves a migraine building behind Sarah's eyes.

Her eyes quickly scan the shelves again, looking for anything out of place -- anyone with too many heads, or too many teeth, or snakes for hair. She's pretty sure a coworker saw that once when they were working graveyard.

But she still sees no one. Apprehension raises the hair on the back of her neck, and she straightens up from her lean against the counter. Fuuuck. Was this one of those... marshmallow ghosts? An animal ghost?

Sarah really does not want to have to fight off a three-eyed raccoon looking-thing with eagle feet. She's heard the horror stories. And there was no way to contact the Phantom or the Red Huntress to come pick it up -- and she wasn't gonna try her luck with the Drs. Fentons.

Her fingers itch for the broom hanging on the wall behind her. It probably won't do much against a mutant raccoon-ghost-monster, but it'll make her feel better.

There's a rustle and crinkle in the candy aisle, and Sarah's hands are curled around the broom before she could blink. Her heart beating in her chest. She walks out from the counter, the bristled end raised like a bat in the air as she creeps apprehensively towards the noise.

There's nothing there when she peers around the side, and the aisle shelves are tall enough that she can't see over them.

She raises the broom higher. Sarah was in softball. She could take out a raccoon-eagle-hybrid.. thing.... easily. She just... needs to pretend its a golf ball. Except golf isn't softball so that's a terrible comparison.

Oh god she was gonna get her face ripped off, wasn't she.

John so owes her one. So much.

Creeping down the aisle, she keeps her ears perked for any new sounds. But all she can really hear is the soft pop music playing on the store speakers -- chosen by yours truly from her own personal playlist -- and the hum of the freezers. Ugh. This was not good for her paranoia. Like, at all.

Sarah's down at the end of the aisle when she feels a quick set of taps on her shoulder. Her nerves are already shot, so she shrieks and whirls around on her foot, swinging the broom blindly.

Only to be met with sudden and blunt resistance. Blinking rapidly, Sarah stares up and sees a black gloved hand gripping the broom handle tightly, small white bandages peeking over the side around five fingers. Following the hand down connects it with an arm, and then a chest, and suddenly she's staring at a black hoodie and black jacket.

When she tilts her head up, Sarah comes face to face with the bone-white mask and the terrifying, unearthly green eyes of their local vigilante, the Phantom.

...Holy fuck. It was the Phantom.

He was taller than she initially thought. Was her jaw on the ground? Probably. It was flapping like a fish out of water. "I- uh, you-- buh--"

Slowly, the Phantom raised his free hand and wrapped it around the handle of the broom. Sarah watches, wide eyed still and stammering as he firmly plucked the broom out of her hands and turned to lean it against the shelves.

Something about him doing that must've kicked her brain back into gear, because the first thing that comes out of her mouth is; "Your eyes are really green."

And she was going to lock herself in the freezer in the back for that one. She feels her face grow hot with embarrassment, and the Phantom only looks at her blankly. Her eyes shift nervously. "Well, it's true."

It was! The green eyes of the Phantom was his most defining feature other than that unsettling mask he wore. Especially considering they were the same color as some of the ghosts. It was one of the many, many creepy things about the guy.

Looking at it gave her the same, faint headache as when she stared at a ghost for too long. So Sarah drops her gaze a little to avoid it.

The Phantom remains silent, but he raises his hands and signs something to her that she doesn't understand. Fuck, that's right. He didn't speak - and Sarah doesn't know any ASL.

Sarah cringes. "Sorry, I don't know ASL."

She can feel his burning green eyes boring into her, and he remains as silent as the grave as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a phone in a plain black case. She watches him turn it on -- or at least she assumes he does, there's a privacy protector covering the screen -- and type something into.

He holds it up to her face when he's done, and she squints at the screen. In the notes app, a small text reads; 'We're ready to pay.'

..Oh. This wasn't Sarah's night. Embarrassment flashes hot through her and she forces out a laugh in order to try and quell it, Phantom shoves the phone back into his pocket. "Oh! Oh, right! I'm sorry, I'll uh- get up to the front--" She stops in her tracks.

Wait. Did that message say 'we?'

She smiles nervously, tilting her head up at the Phantom as her brows thread together. "Um," she swallows dryly, "we?" Didn't... didn't the Phantom work alone?

As if startled, the Phantom jerks. And for the first time since he showed up, he blinks and turns around. Which personally, doesn't bode that well as the Phantom swivels his head from side to side like he's looking for someone.

Sarah thinks, after the Phantom stalks up to the end of the aisle and looks around, she hears him sigh. And when he walks back, he snatches the broom with an elegant twist and knocks it against the shelves.

Thud, thud, thud!

There's very, very quiet shuffling that Sarah would have missed if she hadn't been looking for it, and then silence for a few seconds, before suddenly there's a small child pushing past her side and over to the Phantom.

And in the process, scaring the shit out of Sarah.

She squeaks and jumps, nearly tripping over her own feet as the child makes a spot next to the Phantom's side. "Where did you come from?!" She says, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

The child says nothing, just stares at her through a creepy bone-white mask reminiscent of the Phantom's. Although unlike the Phantom, he was wearing some... kind of... dark red ninja outfit?

Sarah really wasn't quite sure. It was partially covered by a jacket that clearly belonged to the Phantom and with the sleeves rolled up multiple times to his elbows. The jacket alone nearly obscured the sword attached to his hip.

...Why the hell did the child have a sword.

She looks between Phantom and the child, at a loss for words. Why-- why did the Phantom have a kid with him, why was the kid wearing a mask like his.

"You have a child with you." Sarah says bluntly, her voice flat. It betrays how shocked she feels. The Phantom doesn't say anything, as she should have expected, but he does nod shortly.

The child bristles slightly, but says nothing. Part of his mouth was uncovered, and she watched it twist downward into a scowl at her. Unlike the Phantom, his eyes were not green. She couldn't see his eyes at all, actually. They were shadowed by the mask.

There's the sound of paper thwipping, and like a magician pulling out a card, the Phantom holds out a note card to her. He stares, expectantly, and Sarah reluctantly takes it.

Written in neat writing and bold sharpie are the words; "This is Wraith."

...And that's it. Sarah glances up at Phantom. Then at the supposed 'Wraith'. Then back at Phantom. "You're bringing a child with you to ghost hunt?" She asks, and okay, maybe she's not able to hide all of the judgement leaking into her voice. "And you gave him a sword?"

The Phantom stares at her blankly, or well, probably blankly. All of his expressions are unreadable with the mask he wears. But the kid, Wraith, bristles again like a stray cat. His scowl deepens, he puffs up, and he opens his mouth like he's about to say something.

...Only for the Phantom to immediately snap his hand out and cover his mouth. Wraith makes an angry sound, and Phantom drags the boy into his side, seemingly nonplussed as he twists his wrist and pulls another note card out of nowhere.

"He is perfectly capable of handling himself." The card reads, and then continues; "I would not have been able to stop him anyways. Wraith would have followed me regardless."

Did he have these prepared?

Best not to question it, Sarah decides. The Phantom has always been strange. So she just nods mutely and stuffs the two notecards into her back pocket. "Okay," she says, and moves around the Phantom. "I'll check you out up front."

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpdc crossover #danny covering damian's mouth as the phantom and the wraith will never *not* be funny to me #anyways i was thinking about this for the last two days and finally decided to write it #red huntress was also originally supposed to be here but i couldn't get a good flow going #had the idea of damian wearing danny's jacket as the wraith at first and needed to write it down #is it impractical? yeah. but its only until danny can get him a jacket that fits #amity park be cold at night okay?? damian is Littol he needs the extra layers #danny being bruce’s wayne clone -> bruce wayne being tall -> DANNY is tall #tried to kinda capture how lowkey unsettling the phantom can be from an outside perspective #was kinda successful? not much for him to do current that’s creepy tho other than stare

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metukika · 3 months

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ill say it before and ill say it again. hc that teru doesnt like serizawa at all.

#im gonna go into it here cuz im not confident in my hcs hi hello #so actually not cuz of the whole claw thing. i think that seri wanting to be a better person is like the one thing teru respects about him #and thats the thing. hes like !!! hes kinda like me!!! so he lowkey tries to make a connection thru that like haha we were both assholes an #arent perfect but trying! but see heres the thing. serizawa is an adult. he wants to act like an adult. so he treats teru like a child. not #in a bad way. normal adult to child. he respects him and all but see teru acts and maybe feels that he feels like an adult. so he sees that #as disrespectful. finally someone whos kinda ignorant like him... but hes treating teru like hes a child?! maybe legally serizawa is an #adult but after staying inside his room for years and then all that manipulation at claw.. mentally teru considers them the same. except #that seri wont act like it cuz reigen told him how to treat regular teenagers but teru isnt a regular teenager get what im sayin #ok and. then teru is kinda mean to him like ok man get outta my way but seri respects him and gives him more chances which makes teru feel #guilty which makes him dislike seri even more and try to push him away by being mean and its this hopeless cycle until one day teru snaps a #him and they have an actual conversation and he can see that hes actually the one treating serizawa like a child. and that hes like a shitt #adult in this scenario am i making any sense is anyone even listening #anyways sorry this is in the tags if u thought it was good and wanted to rb. hope i made u consider some dynamics

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chai-en-kaadhale · 7 months

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wow orv was so long *proceeds to start lotm*

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user-name-h3re · 1 month

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at least he's happy now i guess

#camp camp #cc nurf #cc nurf's dad #cc ocs #my art #hashtag gang #they keep changing his lore its pissing me off #but him having a bunch of step dads is lowkey kinda funny tbh #he used to beat their asses for fucking his mom but they're chill now #idk if it shows but the guy on the top right has a face tattoo #i also love that his mom absolutely hates every single one of them #i think she keeps marrying men so that her son can get a good male role model since his dad leaving affected him so much #but nurf used to terrorise them so they kept leaving lmao #(theyre in good terms now bc character development)#i think mrs.nurfington has the biggest case of comphet known to mankind but nurf wants her to find out on her own #cc gaylord nurfington

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clowningaroundmars · 4 months

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still suffering from bad motorcity brainrot so my brain conjured up a funny ass scenario where the gang finally learns more about texas' family.

well, more than just "texas has a real big family"

based off of chris p's confirmation that texas was going to have cerebral parents who are the exact opposite of him

Chuck shuffles in on socked feet to the pile of Burners casually lounging in their main living room area and chatting.

Mike is of course the first one to interrupt the conversation and greet him, noticing all the screens his best friend had pulled up. Then, when a semi-preoccupied Chuck didnt immediately answer back, Mike sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees.

"Hey, Chuckles. I said good morning!"

Chuck looked up suddenly, as if just realizing where he was.

"O-OH yeah hey guys, morning ahaha..." Chuck ran a nervous hand through his hair, revealing a furrowed brow that Mike immediately noticed.

"What's with all the screens so early in the day? You're usually halfway through breakfast before pulling one of those up," Mike chided jokingly.

"Uh so, like, late last night--"

"Morning. you mean early in the morning," Mike grinned, and then exclaimed when Chuck reached for a pillow to toss at his face.

"Last night..." Chuck continued, "I noticed something going on with the east gate. It's weird, the battery we found should have been full enough to last us 'til the end of the year but uh... yeah it's totally drained now, guys." By now, Chuck was taking a seat next to Mike and letting his friend lean into his space to study the screens. "And I was lookin' at the new motion sensors we installed recently and it seems like it drained fast right after someone... or something moved near it a couple nights ago."

"Yeah but if someone's trying to siphon off battery power from the gates, that could be a real big problem in the future," Dutch put in.

Julie waggled her head, considering Chuck's words. "Could be a lot of things, honestly. That fusion battery wasn't really meant to last long anyways, it was only a temporary fix at the time."

Texas kicked his legs in the air from where he laid on a beanbag at everyone's feet. "Wait, the eastern gate? Isn't that gate the one that was havin' problems that one time Kane busted in like about a year ago?" He crunched on some mystery substance in a plastic container.

Most likely something from Jacob's kitchen.

Mike laughed. "The very same, buddy."

"Tch'aaww that gate's lame. It keeps breakin' all the time! I wouldn't be surprised if it's just old and basically turning into total junk."

Julie turned to Mike and Dutch. "Y'know, he might be right--"

"Duh, Texas is always right!"

"...That gate really does have some history. It was the first offically maintained entrance into Motorcity years ago when Deluxe was first being built. I'm pretty sure Kane abandoned it on purpose after our crazy battle with those Ultra Golems."

Mike shook his head. "So he most likely cut the power from that gate then, huh. Makes sense why the battery's almost dead! That's a lot of heavy lifting for only one battery."

Chuck stopped typing on his screens for a second. "Why didn't we just scavenge for a newer battery after you beat that big robot Kane sent in? We secured that gate after, didnt we?"

Dutch and Julie smirked at each other.

"Someone might've gotten a bit distracted by an opportunity that ended up bein' a little too good to be true," Dutch elbowed Mike.

Mike guffawed and immediately tried to downplay the mistake. "Aw man, I mean yeah-- that, aaannd also we got that distress call from Doc Hudson not long after, too... so I mean--"

"Mmnn yeah, gotcha." Chuck deadpanned, returning back to triple-checking his maps and motion sensor logs.

"Anyways," Texas cuts in, "that gate's old an' dusty. It totally needs an overhaul, Texas-style. Hoo-WAH!!" He kicks his legs in the air in a flurry and uses the hand not holding his container to do a quick karate chop.

Everyone looks at him.

"Texas," Dutch starts patiently, "we're not construction workers, man. That's up to the Motorcity council to decide when the whole thing gets fixed now. I'm pretty sure they'd know about the power being cut off by now."

"Yeah, they should since I just pinged one of the council members about it too," Chuck piped up.

Texas shakes his head like a father explaining something to a child who isn't understanding what he's saying at all. "Yeah duh I know, guys, I'm not dumb!"

Dutch bites back a mean retort. Julie smirks again behind a carefully placed hand.

"I could just go to my mom and tell her everything! Then she can just send her construction worker dudes to tear down the thing and like, I dunno, hook it up to our own power supply or whatever. No effort on our part!" He flexes an arm casually.

A pause.

Mike was the first to speak up. "Wait, what? Your mom?"

"Uh, yeah, you guys didnt know my mom's head of the council?"

Dutch does a double take. "Head of the council?!"

"Yeah, Stretch. Head of the Motorcity council! She's been leadin' it since I was like a tiny Texas baby. She just keeps gettin' re-elected, heh. Makes sense since she's cleaned up and expanded a lot of stuff, I guess."

"...And she gave birth to you?!"

Texas, as usual, lets the insult sail right over his head. "I know right? Both my parents are totally lame and boring. Not like Texas, hwa-CHAA!! They don't know anything about martial arts movies, sweet Muay Thai kicks or Texasifyin' stuff! They just wear boring suits and go to like a million meetings! My dad's not like in city council or whatever but he's a uh... a... what's-it-called. An archic-tech. He doesn't even build the stupid buildings and junk, he just designs 'em."

Mike elbowed Dutch back, hissing "dude!" under his breath. Chuck snorted.

Everyone stares for a couple of seconds, Dutch rubbing his chin in disbelief.

"Wait, your dad's an architect?" Chuck asks incredulously.

Texas shrugs and stuffs his mouth with the mystery food. "Yeah? I thought I told you guys all about this!"

Mike leans forward and asks Texas directly, "does your dad only design buildings? Or does he help your mom with the city planning too?"

Texas munches for a few seconds before answering. "Mnnyeah, he's like... he plans and draws pretty much everything in Motorcity, like where the hotels and shops and stuff can go. He designed the whole downtown area I think. Obviously they're not done fixin' up the place, but the public bathhouse was his idea, so."

"He's an urban planner, Texas! Wow, not just an architect either, he does both!" Julie admires out loud.

Dutch leans back on the couch dramatically and sighs. "The bathhouse, oh damn."

Everyone took a quick second to reminisce about their trip to the bathhouse with fond smiles. It was a gorgeous Greek-inspired building as tall and beautiful as it was comforting, a recent addition to the bustle of downtown Motorcity. It had sleek marble walls, cozy alcoves for private meetups, grand staircases seemingly everywhere and polished golden accents gleaming in every corner.

The building was split into two sections with a giant-- and equally beautiful-- indoor garden separating the halves, and a courtyard with a net in the middle stationed out back for friendly games of volleyball or tennis. The bath itself sat like a reigning king in the front, right past the fancy lobby and locker rooms. In the back half, the indoor pool stayed open for swimming only in the summer. During the cold winter months the pool was frozen and turned into a makeshift ice skating rink.

Both pool and bath were massive and alive day after day with Motorcitizens relaxing after a hard day's work, meeting up with friends, or just taking the kids out to a fun day of swimming.

It was everyone's favorite spot to relax and hang out during chilly days thanks to the saunas as well.

Motorcity's gang members have officially sectioned the bathhouse and the immediate area off as a neutral zone, strictly banning violence and disputes from there. That decision was introduced by Julie and quickly adopted after everyone figured it'd be hard to tell which member was from which gang when they were all naked.

Knowing that Texas' father-- of all people-- was the man most likely responsible for that slice of heaven in an otherwise grimy and dark city was... well, it was weird.

"So," Chuck said, scratching his head, "your dad designs things and your mom orders the funds around. For, like, the whole city."

"Yyyup." Texas answers.

"Sooo... what does the rest of your family do?"

Texas takes a minute to think. "My grandma owns a shop downtown. All my sisters are out studying with people, doin' apprenticeships n' stuff. They mostly like to build and program stuff, one of them's over at the Cablers' right now. Oh yeah, my oldest sister is in a band! She's the lead guitarist and everything! She's badass, like Texas."

Dutch nods slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Uh huh. Mhm. This idiot's family is super smart and accomplished. Now I've seen everything."

Mike huffs out a laugh. "Wow, Tex. That's uhm... yeah, that's great! Think we can shoot your parents a quick message and maybe pass along some ideas?"

"I've got tons of ideas for a more efficient electrical wiring system!! With better security in place too! And a failsafe just in case!" Chuck blurts out. He then realizes his excitement and leans back self-consciously. "AHA-- ahem, that is if they're uh, if they're, y'know-- if it's not too much to impose on them, of course!"

Mike smiles warmly at Chuck and turns back to Texas. "No, I think they'd probably love the help, right Tex?"

Texas guffaws, spewing a few crumbs everywhere. "Tchyyyeaah!! Texas' parents are always so dang busy all the time like... ugh. Yeah, Skinny over here would probably be their favorite guy for a while just for takin' on some o' the work."

Chuck grins and opens up a new screen with some schematics, and gets right to work.

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ikemengoessbrrrrr · 7 months

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FROM YOUR DREAM || OC CROSSOVER

Honestly, Baron didn't expect his day start with Haru slamming into the Bureau with a 'stranger' following her, saying that this person needed their help.

Baron didn't mind, really. He adored Haru for always helping people in need whenever she could…. Did Haru say she found him inside her room? Watching her sleep???

Zenth Wizdom, he told his name.

From his appearance, it was clear that he was from another world and seemed to hold a higher status from the way he spoke. Zenth explained that he came from a dream, which is why he ended up in Haru's room. Muta said it didn't make sense, and Baron kind of agreed with him. Why Haru? Was this guy the one Haru had dreamt about? Baron glared at him.

Sensing his agitation, Haru immediately stated that she didn't remember dreaming about him. However, she did catch a glimpse of him. Zenth chuckled, casually and shamelessly admitting that he watched her dream because it seemed interesting. He said this as he glanced at the gentleman cat. Okay, that sounded creepy, everyone agreed. Zenth only stared in confusion, saying he always watched people dream in his spare time and saw nothing wrong with it as long as he didn't interfere.

Well, that failed, knowing he was with them now.

Baron tried not to lunge at him after hearing the story, forgetting the fact that he was curious about Haru's dream. Zenth didn't sound like a danger. No, he was honest, VERY honest, and it pissed him off.

It looked really ridiculous; Zenth was a nice guy, always smiling, with an undertone of innocence about him. He was also a gentleman. Baron didn't understand why he needed to be cautious, especially when he saw how happy Haru looked talking to this person. Baron didn't understand why he clenched his fist every time Zenth made Haru laugh—they seemed close. He felt ignored.

Then, the icy blue eyes met his.

"Don't be jealous, Baron. I'm not interested in her that way," Zenth said, still smiling.

A sigh of relief… huh, why did he feel relieved knowing that?

It didn't last long when Zenth opened his mouth again. "But I like her enough to make me want to visit her dreams every night." There was no smugness or arrogance in his tone; he just stated it, and his smile remained genuine.

Ok, Baron couldn't stand this guy.

#My fav oc this time!#and playing around with the concept #they way he 'watched' people's dream indeed sound weird but it is one of the job of people in the dream world #and... its not Zenth's job. He is kinda rebelious #Oh and don't worry he is a good person #Too good tho and yea we can see from Baron's sgdghsgd #another post that made me remeber I can write #I have many OCs but lowkey having hard time what crossover I do next #IF there's next one LMAO #the cat returns #tcr #tcr fanart #baron humbert von gikkingen #haru yoshioka #oc #original character #nev's oc

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watzuu-lmk · 7 months

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Just listened to a wukong rap song.

Went in it thinking it was gonna be cringy and terrible.

Got back realizing how much of a banger it actually is.

#Like?????#I dont think bro has to go that hard..#But he did #Like??????? I fucking perked up in the damn intro #I did not expect that #Its like. Every bit of the egotistical monkey we all know and love and I????? Its good??????????#Bit of inaccuracies but damn???? I like listened to it like 5 times now #Like????? I did not think that there'd be chinese trap beats in it or smth #I thought it was gonna be like heavily westernize with very little chinese instruments making a cameo #But lo and behold #A fucking banger no joke #And the chorus too like?????? It didnt have to go hard???????????? What are you doing making a masterpiece loke that buddy?????????????????#Though i did kinda find it funny that they incorporated the sun as his image idk #He was named sun because he's a monkey not cuz he has anything to do with the actual sun i think #I kinda find it cool though that he's interpretted like this #Now i lowkey need people to add it to their sun wukong playlist or smth cus the rap was like surprisingly in character for him

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captainsjack · 8 months

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📓 I haven’t gotten to your most recently posted fics yet, but I can’t wait to have the time!! Always get excited when you post!

ahh tysm!! lowkey i wrote those new ones an entire year ago and never posted them until now😳

i'm currently fixated on other stuff rn (if u couldnt tell lol) so idk when/if i'll write for shawngus again!? that said i have SO MANY wips for them that i never got around to dfkjfdjkfdkj i was looking through all of them to see which one to tell you about and?? lowkey i found the first fic i ever came up with for them and it kinda still slaps! i literally remember writing it during my ap psych class senior year of high school lmaooo

anyways so basically gus is about to get married to rachel and shawn's helping him get ready and it's like 5 mins before the wedding when shawn's like "gus don't get married." and gus is all "wtf shawn" and then shawn ends up telling gus he's in love with him and should be marrying him. and gus gets mad bc this is so stressful and why is shawn telling him now of all things, he has a wedding to get to goddamnit! and then its the wedding via gus pov and his reflection on his relationship with shawn and stuff. and he doesn't know whether or not he's in love with shawn.

then it's the reception and shawn gives his best man speech except they're really just vows aren't they? and they're all about timing and how timing sucks n shawn can barely keep it together. and when he finishes he just like. leaves. and gus follows him and shawn's kinda having a breakdown in the bathroom and then they talk more about what shawn said and then gus kisses him. n then thoughts n feelings n shit u know? and then gus tells shawn he isn't not in love with him but also he doesn't know if he is, and it's all just too confusing. then shawn leave bc he can't stomach being at the wedding any longer but at least now he and gus are on good terms.

gus goes back to the wedding reception n u know is conflicted and all that good shit.

then shawn's at the office and he gets shot. then henry's there bc he had followed him when he saw gus go back inside alone (he kinda knew what was going on before the wedding)

so he calls vick and she tells gus & crew shawn's shot and on the way to the hospital.

so then gus feelings and realizations of love while waiting for shawn to come out of surgery, of course bc they deserve this trope ok?

and then when shawn's awake gus tells him he loves him and they kiss!! and gus stays in the hospital with him and takes care of him. and then he goes and talks to rachel and explains everything and they get divorced and shawn and gus live happily ever after the end

ask me about my wips!

#dsjdjfh lowkey i forgot how much of it i wrote back then and?? its kinda good? different style than i have now but literally not bad #i kinda like this one #thank u for asking!!!#psych #shus #shawngus #shawn x gus #shawn/gus #my writing #sort of #answered

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