#some of the best fics i've written were with Val and i need to finish off some of my super old WIPs with her and nate still

[topaz-carbuncle]

Writer vs OC

Thank you so much for the tag @astarionposting! <3

Some of these OC's are old and haven't seen the light of day for a while now and exist in multiple fandoms, I also haven't written for all of them/shared what I have written for some! (I'm honestly scared to write for Rose, Levi Ackerman intimidates me to write and has done for a solid year now, but i ship them T-T)

In order:

Me, Nell (Bg3), Kelra (Bg3), Evelyne (Obey me), Ophelia (Ikevamp), Rose (AoT), Valerie (TWC)

Link to the picrew: Here

Tagging: @mouldering-casket, @eveningstar1516, @realleaf, @miniminx (Feel free to ignore!)

[one-true-houselight]

First part of a Psych fic!

Trying to write a queer discovery and trauma healing journey for Shawn. It will slowly diverge from canon, if that isn't your thing.

I've written a version of this scene in a fic a long time ago, and I think this one is both more authentic to the time and to the characters.

With that in mind, CW for homophobia, AIDS mention, and parental mistreatment

Shawn had always been told he should learn to keep some of his thoughts in his own head. The way he saw it, all his thoughts were brilliant and the people around him were lucky to get to experience them. At the very least, even though Gus sometimes moaned about the constant non-sequiturs, some of their best adventures had come about because to Shawn’s constant fountain of great ideas, so how much of an issue could it really be?

They were trodding the usual path home from the local movie theatre, animatedly discussing The Doors. The discussion had drifted, as it had more and more since they had hit that strange threshold of teenage-dom, to the aesthetics qualities of the various actresses…or, in this case, the single actress. Luckily, Meg Ryan was attractive to engender much discussion.

“She had that cool, hippie vibe,” said Gus, quietly jumping over a crack in the sidewalk. He had been doing that more lately, almost as if he was trying to recapture the simple child perspective that seemed to be rushing through their fingers.

“I don’t know, man,” said Shawn, absent mindedly jumping over the same crack. He went where Gus went, less as a choice at this point than as an instinct. “I don’t trust hair that stays that straight.” Gus scoffed. “I mean, if we’re talking hair, did you Val Kilmer’s?”

“Talk about not straight, I guess,” said Gus. He hadn’t meant anything by it, just a reference to Shawn’s comment. But Shawn flinches, as he’d been sitting in the library the past…he didn’t know how many months. Anytime Gus was busy, being a nerd (successful, leaving him eventually) or whatever he sometimes did after school. He had dodged librarians so well his dad would have been proud of him (for once), because there’s no way he could ask them…

“Well, maybe I'm not.” The world freezes, even though they both keep walking, auto pilot leading them home. Shawn wished he didn’t notice Gus’ face. But he did. Of course he did.

But it was Gus. And it’s too late, he needs to let out the prickly electricity that had been in his bones since he snuck downstairs and watched some weird art film his parents had on, and realized he was in the film, kind of.

He’d felt a warm glow, sitting behind the door, until he-no, the character-had died. Because, the rest of the characters said, he was, well… But he couldn’t stop now.

“I mean, not completely, of course, I think like, Meg Ryan is gorgeous, really, but…” Their momentum had finally stopped, and Shawn finished, “so is Val Kilmer. It’s both. I’m…” He didn’t say the word, any of the words, couldn’t, not even now, with the silence of the evening ringing in his ears and Gus standing there, looking at him.

Maybe everyone was right. Maybe he needed to learn how to shut up for once.

He finally came out of his own mind enough to realize they had stopped because they were in front of Gus’ house. Shawn forced a laugh, tried to lean casually on the Guster’s mailbox, and almost fell. Gus quickly stepped forward and caught Shawn’s shoulder, and they stood frozen in that moment. One of the first things Shawn had done was try and figure out if there anything like…that in him for Gus. There wasn’t. He wanted to be with Gus forever, sure, and they were best friends! But nothing…else. This had been a relief at the time, knowing that nothing would have to change between him and Gus.

Ot it wouldn’t have had to change, if he hadn’t opened his stupid mouth. Shawn righted himself, forced another laugh, and muttered, “Just forget it, ok? It doesn’t matter.”

A pause. “Ok, Shawn.” Gus seemed distracted, the gears in his head whirring. He started walking up his driveway.

“See you tomorrow,” Shawn managed to say, trying to keep the giant question mark in his head from being heard.

“Yeah, of course.” Still distracted. Shawn watched him go inside, then wandered home. He dazedly sat through his father’s normal remonstrations, and dodged his worried mother’s glances to get to bed. He didn’t sleep that night.

He laid in bed through breakfast, telling his dad he wasn’t hungry, and could only muster vague surprise when his dad had simply closed the door again instead of starting in on some lecture about fiber. He turned on his side, figuring he might as well learn to-

“Shawn, Gus is here,” called his dad. Shawn sat bolt upright, not daring to believe it. The pit in his stomach whispered, He’s just here to tell you to leave him alone forever, a sentiment Shawn was too familiar with. He dragged himself out of bed and went downstairs.

“Are those the same clothes you had on yesterday?” His dad was squinting at him now, but Shawn barely noticed. He was staring at Gus, who always had much better posture than Shawn, but today it was like someone had tied his spine to a telephone pole. Shawn tried to school his face into one that didn’t remind the viewer of a rabbit in headlights.

“Let’s go outside, Gus. Figure out what we’re gonna do.”

“Yeah, sounds great.”

They were outside now, the period of time where they actually left the house and started walking gone from Shawn’s mind, which was a miracle in and of itself. But Shawn didn’t have time to ponder this, not when he was watching every expression on Gus’ face, looking for any sign that maybe things would be ok.

The silence stretched into infinity, and Shawn was about to scream when Gus suddenly threw himself on Shawn in a hug and sobbed into his shoulder. Shawn’s ecstatic relief that Gus was seemingly not cutting him out of his life was immediately overshadowed by deep worry.

“Gus, are you ok?” They had hugged before, sure, and Shawn had definitely comforted Gus when he cried, but this seemed different.

Finally, Gus choked out, “I’m not going to let you die.”

“What?” Gus tearfully explained how his parents had told him that all gay people got AIDS and died and he had remembered hearing about it on the news and-

“Wait, you didn’t tell them-“

“No, of course not, Shawn, I said I was asking for an extra credit project.”

“Of course you did.”

“Now I have to think of an extra credit project so my grade reflects it.”

“Yeah, sure. Um. Can we rewind to the whole dying thing?”

Gus sighed even as tears continued to flow down his face. “Don’t you watch the news, Shawn?”

“No, I just ask you about it.” The truth was, Shawn actually did used to watch the news, but a combination of his dad grilling him about random details in the crowd shots and yelling at him for asking ‘too many inane questions’ (aka questions that aren’t relevant to a future police officer) made the process unbearable.

Gus rolled his eyes a little. “Well, I’m going to need some ice cream if I’m going to explain everything.”

After walking a little, Shawn quietly said, “Thanks for not running away, Gus.”

“I don’t run away, Shawn, you know that.” When Shawn failed to stifle a chuckle, Gus lightly shoved him and added, “Not from the important stuff, at least.”

“I’ll give you that one, buddy.”