#gus x carlton

[little-cereal-draws]

This idea was too funny, I had to draw it

Tags from @transfemmbeatrice Original art template from @animelionessmika

[demiboydemon]

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

You know how tap dancing helps Lassiter clear his head and relaxes him, and he does it with Gus, sooooo you think that eventually, Lassie associates Gus with that feeling and sort of Pavlov's himself into having a clear head and relaxing around him?

[under-loch-n-key]

Here have some more of my brain rot. Lassie is my beloved and I wanted a reason to draw him and his stern bush.

The boys are hiding from a criminal and Lassie saves them.

I may draw more art of them in the future!! Enjoy!! 💛💛💛

(I got some new brushes and canvas style and I am loving it. I may permanently use them. I'll have to see.)

[wild-fleurs]

I love Friday the 13th solely because it means I can gear up for Tuesday the 17th

[philtstone]

chapter 4 is here! this one really fought me but if i didnt post it this weekend it wouldnt get posted for another 2 weeks. pls be gentle with her lol 🐶 🍼🔫💪🏼��🏼🫦

[astrowritesmulti]

Shawn Free Day ★ Burton Guster

♡︎ Psych Imagine ♡︎

Summary: The boys weren't getting any traction at the Psych office, Gus decides to spend his time differently. W.C: 522 Warnings: none A/n: I’m just jumping into writing again, so I thought to keep this short and sweet. I used to write on tumblr and wattpad but stopped for the past year or so, just lurking in the shadows lmao. So this is me coming out of the shadows. I also barley see any Gus imagines so I thought I'd throw on into the pot :) nevertheless, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave feedback/request here ♡︎

Gus would never deny a lazy day, especially when he didn’t have to put up with Shawn’s antics. He wanted nothing more than to just lay in bed all day, cuddling, sharing popcorn while watching one of your favorite movies together. 

He just had to break the news to Shawn. They were currently together in the Psych office, Shawn goofing around like he always did, finding something to entertain him while Gus was working trying to find a gig for them on his off day. “I can’t find anything this is a bust” Gus muttered, scoffing as he closed the laptop. 

“Chief will call us, or maybe Juliet” He let out a side smile as he continued throwing a ball at the wall. “Nah, Shawn, I’m going home. I’ve had a rough week and I want nothing more than to just lay in bed and watch a movie or something. [Name] is waiting for me at home anyways, bonus” He extended the last word, rubbing his hands together while packing up his things.

 “If you do get a call from Vic or Juliet” He raised his brows at the girls name “-and it’s serious, call me. You know I’ll be here in a heartbeat to help but I’m not wasting time here on my day off” As Gus finished packing up his bag, Shawn sucked his teeth at the man “You just gonna leave me? All alone” Gus pretended to think for a second, then shook his head. 

“You know I barely get time with [Name], come on son” They mocked each other's words for a moment before Gus finally headed out the Psych office and headed home. When he finally did get home,  he found you already curled up on the couch watching some off the wall T.V show scrolling on your phone.

 “Gus, baby, you’re home earlier than I thought” the girl exclaimed as Gus put his stuff down on the table next to the door. “We got no hits at Psych, but Shawn’s convinced the Chief will call him with something today. I thought my time would be better spent here, with you” He smiled at the end of his sentence, the girl hugging him with delight. “Well I know I’d never turn down a movie date with my man” She places a soft kiss on the man’s lips leaving him cheesing. 

“I already ordered a pizza, that should be here soon but I can pop some popcorn while you pick the movie” She offered, not letting the man respond before she was on her way to the kitchen. “Sounds perfect to me”

20 minutes later the pizza was laid on the table, popcorn popped, movie picked and candy was sprawled out on the table. “Now, you might not like the movie I picked but you get to choose after this” Gus muttered, coming back from the kitchen with plates. “I don’t even care what movie I just love spending time with my man” She smiled as Gus sat on the couch, snuggling up in the blanket as [Name] cuddled up to him laying her head on his shoulder. “I love them too. Quality time with my girl. Nothing could top this” He smiled, kicking his feet up on the table and handing her her plate with pizza on it. 

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[wild-fleurs]

Yes by Shawn having such a strong bond with Gus it shows the audience there’s something deeper than Shawn’s wacky hijinx behaviour

There’s something that keeps Gus around & that’s what the audience invest in with Shawn & keep them there when hems pushing the envelope as he does

I love Shawn but I agree without Gus specifically he’d be annoying/untethered yes there’s his complex relationship with Henry & the flirting with Juliet & teasing Lassie & that he genuinely wants to help & that’s all important & fun aspects of the show & Shawn is charming & funny on his own but without Gus he doesn’t have the depth needed to be the lead IMO

I’m so glad they made Gus smart. I’m so glad they made Gus a teammate that speaks his mind and rolls his eyes at the “wacky but cool and always right” protagonist. I’m so glad that he’s a real person who has a life and a job and his own skillsets that rival yet complement Shawn’s. Shawn is fun and makes sure he’s the focal point of the show but I really think the show would be empty without Gus.

If Psych only followed Shawn I’m convinced I would find him irritating and, at times, unwatchable. But there’s something about Gus being there and being exasperated and yet backing Shawn up and correcting him when he’s wrong and Shawn actually listening that makes them. the best duo.

[under-loch-n-key]

Another Cowboy Psych mini comic! I love drawing these three so much. I may draw a fantasy AU. I’m in a burnout phase of my art so it may take me a bit to draw some stuff.

Anyways, enjoy the comic!! 💛💛

Here’s the dialogue in case people cannot read my shit print (I’m used to writing in cursive, sorry- Lol.)

Lassie: What are you doing, Spencer?.. *he is looking down from his horse.*

Shawn: *laying on ground on a flat rock. Basking in the sun* Soakin’ up some rays, Lassie. You should try it. All the koalas do it and look at the coats on those little guys.

Gus: *also on his horse* that’s amphibians and reptiles, Shawn.. and you’re not a lizard.

Shawn: I’ve heard it both ways.

Gus: No, no you haven’t.

Shawn: Gus, don’t be the sand in shorts on a hot summer day. It’s not sexy.

Gus: *huffs & sighs* You’re lying on sand right now, Shawn…

Shawn: There’s no need for technicalities, Gus, but if we must do them, I’m technically on a rock, not sand. So, better luck next time, buddy.

Gus: *scoffs* Yeah, a rock made of SANDstone and we are in a desert, Shawn, so-

Lassie: *rolls his eyes* If you two are done, some of us have actual police work to do..

Shawn: is that what that is? I thought this was you taking on an opportunity to show off that sweet & sexy, salt & pepper bush.

Lassie: *scoffs and looks away flustered*

Gus: Gross, Shawn..

I hope everyone liked this. I don’t really draw horses or stuff like that so I’m sorry to all of the horse riders out there. Have mercy on me. 😭😭

Again, I was thinking of making a fantasy Psych AU, maybe even some more House MD/Ethical Omens MD art? I’ll have to seen. My burnout phase sucks rn. I’m very exhausted. TvT

(My image quality is trash btw. Tumblr never lets me put the full quality images on here. 😭)

Again, I hope you lot enjoy the comic!!! 💛💛💛

Cowboy Psych is my beloved. Happy Pride!! ⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

(OMG I FORGOT LASSIE’S GLOVES AND STRAP BELT IN ONE OF THE PANELS, AAAAA. Curse sleepy me for doing art at 4AM. Shhhhh, he just took them off because it got hot- ignore that- you saw nothing. 😭😭😭)

[wild-fleurs]

This may be an unpopular opinion but I don’t think Shawn should have ever told Juliet he wasn’t psychic if I was Shawn maybe I’d triple down on the lie or explain it away somehow eg ‘my visions were cloudy so I had to get more information to confirm the hazy things I was seeing’ ect

I’d never actually admit it even/especially to Juliet

(I get it IRL it’s terrible to keep such a secret but IRL there’s no coming back from two people with that level of foundational lie & reveal/fallout - IRL Juliet would have either turned him in or transferred out IMO)

I haven’t rewatched in a while but I was thinking about it & I truly think when it get a down to it Juliet was partly so hurt because she truly believed he was psychic

Nobody but Juliet believes him even if they play along & I think she was more hurt to find out that she was wrong/that everyone else knew & would then feel embarrassed for believing

Gus: actively helps sell the lie/deception - he’s a co-conspirator/accomplice lol

Henry: knows he’s not & disapproves but part of him is proud he’s at least using the skills he taught him, he helps investigatively not ‘psychically’ so to speak

Chief Vick: 100% knows he’s not but pretends to buy it because she wants plausible deniability & wants to use his skills to her advantage to solve cases & can only do that by “believing”

Lassiter: not just a sceptic/knows he’s not & for a while actively tries to expose Shawn & arrest him but comes to respect his insight even though he hates his antics & wishes they didn’t need Shawn so much because of how much he values his job & the rules of his job which Shawn & psychics in general don’t

Also I want to point out Abigail while not a main character is the only other real love interest Shawn had (from what I remember? I need a rewatch) & she didn’t seem to believe truly he was psychic but was impressed with his party trick stuff/personality but not his ‘powers’ + she knew him before his psychic detective career & the psychic part of his psychic detective career wasn’t an issue for them lol

Apart from the female front desk cop in the pilot Juliet is the only one who truly believes Shawn is a psychic I don’t even think Lucinda (Lassiter’s ex girlfriend/ex partner from the pilot) believed he was psychic even when she was in the ‘Juliet role’ so to speak

I think she just saw Shawn had insights/info they could use & was more receptive to help in general even if from a ‘psychic’ than Lassie

Buzz might have truly believed but he also might just go with the flow & isn’t a main character like Juliet is

But for real when was Shawn supposed to tell Juliet? There was never a good outcome

She met him when he was already working as an established psychic consultant for SBPD

Does he tell her pre dating? When she’s just started a new job & her partner doesn’t like him & she’d be more likely to turn him in to cement the important bond with her partner over the consultant who flirts with her? Not smart

If I was Juliet & Shawn had said ‘hey I’m the psychic consultant at your new job also I think you’re hot we should date by the way I’m a fake psychic’ I’d be freaked out/turned off & turn him in or avoid him

& it’s not first date conversation with all their build up to get to a date just to throw it away with ‘hey I’m not psychic?’

Imagine it while the waiter is bringing your food out all of a sudden you ruin the date/relationship/your career/open yourself up to criminal charges & drag your BFF down too because then what? No second date & no job

Anytime after that once the relationship is solid the problem of the relationship being built on a lie & waiting too long is in play

If Juliet didn’t believe the reveal wouldn’t have been such a big problem or not in the same way/intensity IMO

[philtstone]

Shawn/Juliet, "holding hands under the table"

i cant actually find which number it is from this list of prompts but that could just be my brain being fried from the week. also, everyone can feel free to send me more prompts lol. strike while the iron is hot, etc. this might be the most sedate tone i've ever hit with a psych fic. set immediately after the s5 finale -- like, hours after -- and hopefully the characters are all at the right place, emotionally. theres definitely a bit of a grey zone there in s5-6 where a lot is left unsaid but kind of known but also kind of not known. oh, jules.

She asks Lassiter to give her a ride because she probably shouldn’t be driving with a recent head injury. EMTs said no concussion, which is a good thing, but Juliet feels shaken enough that she’s going to do the intelligent, grown up woman thing and ask a friend for a favor.

She can’t help but wonder if maybe she does have a concussion after all, because Carlton behaves extremely fucking weirdly for pretty much the entirety of the drive.

Considering it’s Carlton, that’s really saying something.

“Vick gave me Shawn and Gus’s check,” she says as smoothly as she can, as they get in the car. It’s not entirely a lie, but it does feel oddly duplicitous in a way that holding hands with Shawn under the briefing table earlier didn’t. “Can you drop me off at the house?”

“House?” says her usually gruff partner, high-pitched. She’d caught him at the last second and kind of serendipitously, right as he was making his way out of the station, looking spooked, his jacket only half-on. At the time Juliet felt relieved, but now she’s wondering if maybe he’d needed some time to decompress before being made responsible for another person’s safety again. “What house? Spencer’s house? Doesn’t he live in a laundromat?”

“Henry’s house,” Juliet says, giving him a weird look while he turns the car on. His right eye is twitching. It’s possible that the evening’s events shook him more than he’s willing to admit; wouldn’t be the first time. “Gus told me they headed over there for the night. Carlton, are you alright?”

“I’m just spiffy,” he says through oddly gritted teeth, and sounds the opposite of. “One drop off, coming right up.”

Juliet decides she’ll figure it out in the morning. Her head kind of hurts, as does her elbow, and the catharsis she’d hoped to achieve through finally putting her signature down on that paper has left her a little bit shaky.

It feels good, though. She’ll probably have a good cry in the shower later on.

We did it, says Shawn’s voice in her head, so firm and final and confident. Her stomach and chest and general person are suddenly overcome with a slamming wave of affection she definitely was not prepared for. Swallowing, Juliet tucks her phone between her legs and shoots him a quick text. Wrapped up at the station.

Incoming text from SHAWN SPENCER:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABE WITH THE POWER!!!!!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

u gonna go home & rest?

Shawn’s texts were exuberant before they started dating, too, but the million heart emojis are a recent development. Something about their introduction makes Juliet want to clench her hands together, melt into the ground, and laugh hysterically at the same time. Shawn turns being a walking contradiction into an art form sometimes. So terrified of facing all the love he’s got to give head-on, but so reckless and sloppy about leaving a trail of it around.

Maybe that’s why she’s fallen so hard for him, Juliet thinks; it matches her inexplicable combination of extreme trust and extreme caution.

Okay. Woah. Too much. Chill out, Juliet; now’s not really the time.

Not with Carlton showing all the signs of working through a hernia in the driver’s seat beside her, mere hours after Serial Killer Takedown.

Yeah, Juliet replies to her boyfriend, then lays her head against the cool car window, closing her eyes before she can notice Carlton’s alarmed glances at her phone.

When they pull up, half the house lights are on. Clearly no one is sleeping, despite the horribly late hour. Juliet glances down at her phone again and realizes it’s pushing three in the morning. She winces. 

“Are you going to be okay driving home?” she asks, one hand on the door handle. Carlton’s staring directly out of the windshield at the house, looking aggrieved in that way that gives him the general look and demeanor of a wet cat. She really hopes he’s okay.

“Fine,” he says. Juliet holds her phone against her lap and sighs. 

“Alright.”

“O’Hara –” he begins, pained, as she opens the door.

“Yeah?”

“I …” A beat. “Nothing. I’m – you get some rest tonight. And – and stay safe.”

“I will,” Juliet replies, surprised by how sincerely the words come out.

Given everything that’s happened, she didn’t expect her own confidence on the subject to be so strong.

Juliet steps out onto the front lawn and watches her partner drive away. Behind her the house silhouettes itself in its own lit glow and the quiet sounds and salty smell of the ocean close by begin to properly filter into her consciousness. She stands still for a few long moments in the dark, which is less threatening now than it was a few hours ago. The humidity thickens her hair and her breath fogs in front of her. When she got Shawn’s text that he and Gus were crashing at his dad’s house instead of the Psych office, call if u need anything jules, she’d been yearning for a shower a bit too much to really think about it. Once her paperwork was out of the way, though, a shower became less important than – whatever feeling brought her here.

Shawn would say it was the idea of pancakes. She likes to think she’s capable of marginally more emotional vulnerability than he is.

She bites her lip, then presses send on the text.

Home.

The response is an immediate string of emojis, mainly the heart bubbles but with the addition of a few inexplicable inanimate objects too. She’s not sure what the megaphone or candelabra or pineapple are supposed to represent, but she’s smiling when she knocks on the kitchen door, which is meaning enough for her.

Henry opens it. He looks — exhausted, about the same as Juliet feels, despite the lack of head injury or general bodily trauma. The lines in his face immediately soften at the sight of her. Juliet refuses point blank to allow her eyes to well up.

“In you come,” Henry sighs, making way. Dr. Spencer — Maddie, Juliet supposes — is at the kitchen table nursing a cup of tea. Muffled sounds of a television come from the next room. Juliet vaguely recognizes them as Phineas and Ferb.

At her entrance, Madeline raises an interested eyebrow and glances at Henry, but beyond that moment of silent communication says nothing.

“Do you want some tea?” she asks simply.

“Please.”

Henry squeezes her shoulder, gently enough that she realizes he somehow noticed and filed away all her injuries earlier. Henry Spencer the detective still surprises her sometimes. “Boys are in the living room,” he says, and goes back to the table while his ex-wife putters around the kitchen more comfortably than is probably wise.

Juliet chews on her lip again. An amused smile fights its way to the surface, coupled with an odd twang of yearning that doesn’t really make much sense. Poor Shawn, she thinks, and it's almost a laugh in the same way she’s almost about to cry. But that’s been true all evening. Henry pulls out another old photograph from the box they seemed to be sorting through before her arrival and peers over the top of his reading glasses.

“Oh God, can you believe I used to wear this stuff in public? You hated this thing.”

“If by this thing you mean that horrible yellow suit …”

“See, it wasn’t the yellow that was the problem. The cut did nothing to flatter my physique.”

Madeline is laughing when Juliet slips out, chamomile tea in hand, to the living room.

At the entrance she stops and takes her heels off. Phineas and Ferb is playing, and loudly at that. As promised, Shawn and Gus are huddled on the couch nursing their empty pancake containers, smelling like sugar and more or less dressed in PJs; she spots what’s surely one of Henry’s old fishing t-shirts, cartoonish in the logo and slightly too baggy on Shawn. She knows any old clothes he keeps in the closet here probably don’t fit him anymore. Juliet wonders if Gus went home to change or if he, too, borrowed clothes. Shawn’s hair has flattened a bit where he must have yanked his shirt down over his head, floofy the way it can be in the mornings sometimes. He’s holding a pillow against his chest. Gus’s sock has a hole in the big toe. Every so often one or both of them will giggle at the TV. 

Her eyes do well up, then. 

Of course Shawn picks that exact second to notice her.

He notices a lot of things, Juliet has come to observe, few of which fit congruously with the many things he forgets or overlooks or can’t be bothered over. She wonders if that’s just an extension of how the spirits work, and if he’d explain it to her if she asked him. There’s a resigned part of her that doesn’t think he will, and a practical part of her that guesses at an attention deficit diagnosis that probably gave him some grief growing up and doesn’t really pair well with psychic visions or an enduring fear of being too vulnerable.

Three in the morning is too late to be mulling any of this stuff over, Juliet thinks. Besides which, most of it becomes suddenly irrelevant as she’s hit with the expression that takes over his face at the sight of her.  

Three in the morning, she reminds herself. Near death experience. Don’t read into it.

Shawn doesn’t say anything, only looks at her with all that throat-closing tenderness Juliet has ignored so many times before. I think you’re swell, he’d said. In some ways, she’s always been able to see right through him without even trying. 

Gus is wedged right beside him, hogging the blankets. There’s enough room on the couch for Juliet to fit on the other side of them. 

She walks over, hands Shawn her tea, and climbs into his lap. Her knees bend over his right leg, her shoulder sinks into his chest and her head settles against his neck. Shawn still doesn’t say anything. He just sets the mug down carefully on the floor, takes a deep, relieving breath, and wraps his arms around her. She hadn’t really worried that Gus might complain, but when he reaches over unprompted and squeezes Juliet’s unhurt elbow, the last little knot in her chest dissolves fully. She gropes her hand over the upholstery and squeezes his arm back.

“... latest in my brilliant line of ‘Inators, I call it the Unlikely-Inator! She pairs beautifully with the Likeli-Inator 2000. Together, Perry the Platypus, I shall use them to somehow take over the Tri-State area, and then the world!”

“You wanna change?” Shawn murmurs into her hair after a moment. 

“Later,” Juliet says.

“Mmmkay.”

The old t-shirt is soft against the skin of her cheek and smells like laundry detergent. The rest of the house smells like a family lives in it, even though Juliet knows that’s not really true, and it also smells like Shawn, a little bit. Shawn smells like Shawn, too. His chest rumbles beneath her with every soft laugh the cartoon pulls out of him. 

“Oh – oh, remember this, this next bit is really funny,” Gus says. His voice is just as soft as Shawn’s.

“Man, you know I have this whole show memorized.”

“I’ve never really seen it,” Juliet says quietly. They watch as the little platypus karate kicks Dr. Doofenshmirtz in the head.

“I know,” says Shawn. “But that’s being rectified. Ha! Gus, we should turn the Psych office into a funhouse next week. Just to see if we can.”

He pats her thigh and Juliet feels a small smile turn up the corners of her mouth against Shawn’s neck.

“Shawn, I am not stepping foot in another amusement park since that crazy-ass chick and her boyfriend tried murdering everyone last month. We can try turning it into a bunny sanctuary instead.”

“I like the way you think, hermano. Wait wait, here comes the explosion. Classic!”

She falls asleep slowly, lulled by the comfortable heat of Shawn’s body and the muted, silly sounds from the television. 

When Juliet wakes up, her cheek is pressed against an actual pillow, she’s horizontal, and she has no idea what day it is. She blinks against the grit in her eyes and the fact that her whole body is sore before realizing she slept on a couch. Someone put a pillow under her head and a blanket over her body and took the time to change her out of her gross work clothes. She looks down, only mildly discombobulated. She’s wearing the old fishing t-shirt Shawn had on last night and what must be a pair of Madeline’s pajama pants. They’re a pretty purple color and silky against her legs. She definitely still has her underwear on. A soft snore comes from the ground below her and Juliet realizes she’s still in the living room at Shawn’s dad’s house; Shawn himself is burritoed in an ancient sleeping bag on the ground directly beneath her and Gus is sprawled on a camp bed that’s a bit too small for him on the other side of the coffee table. They’re both still fast asleep. The light coming from the window is light enough that it’s properly morning, but the rest of the house is still dead quiet. A soft blue light appears suddenly on the coffee table; her phone is vibrating, which she realizes must have been the thing that woke her up in the first place.

She reaches carefully over Shawn to grab it. The home screen shows a text from Carlton, received minutes ago.

Got home alright?

She could say that Gus gave her a ride; it would be another easy lie, and he’d happily corroborate it. She hates the idea, though. She looks down at Shawn’s sleeping form, the unruly tuft of hair poking out from beneath the blankets and the drool on his pillow. Telling Carlton would be a bad idea, she knows.

Juliet types, for a second time trying not to think too hard about it, Yes, home. Safe and sound.

She sinks back into the surprisingly comfortable couch cushions, instinctively curling into herself, full of feeling she can’t quite articulate. After a moment of staring silently at the wall, Juliet turns onto her back and reaches one quiet arm down. The tips of her fingers meet the soft warm skin of Shawn’s ear, and when he doesn’t wake up, she keeps her knuckles there, barely moving, only rubbing her thumb up and down every so often. 

Everything else can be a problem for tomorrow. Slowly, she falls asleep again. 

[wild-fleurs]

This is the true core of Shawn

There was no I can fake psychic my way into/out of this, there was no let’s come up with a plan & take them out & it wasn’t let my use my years of insane life lessons & skill honing & training from my dad to work this out

It was pure instinct

Not rational not logical not helpful made no sense but was what he believed he needed to do

This was Gus is in danger & I need to be with him

It wasn’t even I want to go save Gus myself because everyone else is waiting around ect it was simply Gus is in danger I need to be beside him in danger too

PSYCH (2006-2014) 3.08 - "Gus Walks Into a Bank"

[crazyk-imagine]

Stealing is Not the Answer, but It Could Be

Pairing: Shawn Spencer x Detective!reader

Characters: Shawn Spencer, Detective!reader, Burton "Gus" Guster, Chief Vicks, Carlton Lassiter, Buzz McNab

Warnings: Fluff, humor, Shawn being Shawn, Gus and reade being besties, Shawn trying to use his Shawn psych, Shawn trying to steal something, reader putting Shawn in his place, Shawn and Gus doing shenanigans

Word Count: 615

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You walk into the department, aiming for chief Vicks office when you hear an alarming statement from your favorite chaotic duo.

“Sometimes I think it would be easier to steal something than ask for it,” Shawn blurts out.

You owlishly blink, wondering if you heard that correctly.

“That is both frightening and alarming, Shawn.”

He turns to face you, putting on an innocent face. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to disagree.”

You look over his head to see what his buddy’s expression is. “Gus?”

He nods, gesturing to you. “I’m with her.”

“What? Gus? Aw, come on.”

He shakes his head, “I am not agreeing with you on stealing. Last time I agreed with you, we wound up in jail.”

“That was here though!”

He turns towards Shawn, “Lassie kept us there for five hours.”

“Yes, but then Buzz let us out.”

Gus shakes his head, “no, I’m not going back in there.” He stands up, whispering in your ear, “I almost had to pee in front of the other people locked up. You know how I feel about that.”

You nod, patting his shoulder to comfort him. “I know, Gus. I know.”

“Well, this has been nice.” Shawn tries to slip past you, “I’ll be off now.”

You shake your head. “Not so fast.” You hook your arm in his and pull him back. “Where do you think you’re going with the chief's favorite figurine?”

He yanks his arm from you, “how dare you! How could you even- okay, that was a little dramatic even for me but look at it.” He presses his face against the fish figurine. “It’s so cute.”

You shake your head, “put it back.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “It was just a harmless little prank."

“Harmless or not, you tried to steal in a police station, how smart is that?”

“You tell him.”

“Can it, Gus.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Shawn snorts, “ma’am? What are in the 1950’s and you're the little harmless housewife?”

“No, it’s called I have respect for those who are in a higher power than me.”

You smile at him, “thank you, Gus.”

The doors open.

“Anything I can help you three with?”

“Actually-”

You cut the psychic off and grab his arm. “Nope, thanks, chief. Keep being awesome.”

You sit him down at his dad’s desk and stand in front of him, holding a pen and a piece of paper. “Now make with your chicken scratch and write, stealing is not the answer fifty times.”

He opens his mouth to whine.

“Whine and I’ll add twenty-five.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You smile, patting his shoulders, “attaboy.”

Gus covers his mouth to hide his amusement.

“Come on, Gus. Let’s go make like Shawn’s humor and scram.”

-

“Hey! Where are you two going?”

“To get some jerk chicken and a pineapple smoothie.”

“I want to come!”

“No!”

“That sounds amazing,” the pharmaceutical rep adds.

“I know right.” You close the door only to be hit with a breeze before the car shakes.

“Here. Now let’s go.”

You grab the paper. “Wow, you already, did it?”

You look in the left corner, “wait- nineteen- this is from when we were fourteen.”

“You never specified when I had to write it.”

“Shawn that’s not- that’s actually really good, you got me.”

He lets out a victory chuckle. “See, Gus. I told you; it would work.”

You gasp, “how dare you. Gus, I thought we were besties.”

“Uh- you see the thing is-”

You shake your head, “no. I’ve been betrayed enough.”

You lean against your arm, watching the world go by as he drives, unable to hide your smile as Shawn tries to bug you and tell you it was all him.  

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