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Title: If You’ve Got the Rice, Toilet Paper, and Water Guns Already ...
Author: Allyndra
Fandom: Boy Meets World
Pairing/Characters: Shawn/Cory, Topanga
Rating/Category: PG-13/Slash
Word Count: 466
Spoilers: Through It's About Time, I suppose.
Summary: It’s Topanga’s turn to pick the activity, and her choice is way more interesting than Disney on Ice.
Notes/Warnings: I have no idea where this came from. *is bewildered*
Shawn wanted to bang his head against a wall and ask himself what he was doing here, but he knew the answer. He was here because it was Topanga’s turn to pick.
If she and Cory had been remotely normal, they would communicate solely through lawyers, and Shawn would be home right now, safe and sound and watching Friends reruns in his pajamas. But since Cory and Topanga were the weirdest people on the planet, they’d not only stayed friends, they insisted on having ”Divorced Dates” once a month. Last month Cory had picked Disney on Ice, so this month Topanga got to choose.
“This is going to be so much fun,” she assured them, eyes glowing with a comforting cheer completely at odds with her heavy eyeliner. ”Wait and see!” She spun around to peer over the shoulder of the person in front of them in line, the skirt of her maid’s uniform flaring as she moved.
“I’m sure it will be,” Cory said with enthusiasm so fake even the Home Shopping Network would refuse to sell it. “Aren’t you sure it’ll be fun, Shawn?”
“Yeah. Absolutely,” Shawn said weakly. His gaze landed on the bosom of a girl walking past in a slip and bra, and Shawn twitched. He wasn’t sure this was really the kind of fun you were supposed to have out in public.
“I feel underdressed,” Cory squeaked. “Do you feel underdressed? I feel underdressed.” Shawn nodded mutely and tried not to stare at a tall, blond man in a gold bikini.
“Don’t worry,” Topanga reassured them. “No one expects you to have props and costumes when you’re virgins.”
Shawn snapped out of the sequin-induced stupor he’d been lulled into. “Whoa, now. I think we all know we’re not virgins,” he said reasonably. He even managed not to point out that Topanga had been the one to ensure that Cory stopped being a virgin; saying things like that always made him sound jealous. And petty.
Topanga rolled her eyes and cocked her head to the side. The pose made her hair look enormous and lopsided. “It’s just a word, Shawn. No one’s doubting your virility.”
“Good,” Cory said with a nod. “Because we’re extremely virile and manly.” He opened his mouth to say more, but he got distracted by a man in a corset and fishnets, his platform heels adding a good five inches to his height. Cory stared, his mouth hanging open and his eyes going buggy. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat.
“Shawn?” he said hoarsely. “Can I still be manly and virile if I really want to see you in those shoes?”
Shawn slung an arm around Cory’s shoulders. “You can,” he said. “And if you wear the corset, I’ll wear the heels.”
Cory swallowed again. “Deal.”
Author: Allyndra
Fandom: Boy Meets World
Pairing/Characters: Shawn/Cory, Topanga
Rating/Category: PG-13/Slash
Word Count: 466
Spoilers: Through It's About Time, I suppose.
Summary: It’s Topanga’s turn to pick the activity, and her choice is way more interesting than Disney on Ice.
Notes/Warnings: I have no idea where this came from. *is bewildered*
Shawn wanted to bang his head against a wall and ask himself what he was doing here, but he knew the answer. He was here because it was Topanga’s turn to pick.
If she and Cory had been remotely normal, they would communicate solely through lawyers, and Shawn would be home right now, safe and sound and watching Friends reruns in his pajamas. But since Cory and Topanga were the weirdest people on the planet, they’d not only stayed friends, they insisted on having ”Divorced Dates” once a month. Last month Cory had picked Disney on Ice, so this month Topanga got to choose.
“This is going to be so much fun,” she assured them, eyes glowing with a comforting cheer completely at odds with her heavy eyeliner. ”Wait and see!” She spun around to peer over the shoulder of the person in front of them in line, the skirt of her maid’s uniform flaring as she moved.
“I’m sure it will be,” Cory said with enthusiasm so fake even the Home Shopping Network would refuse to sell it. “Aren’t you sure it’ll be fun, Shawn?”
“Yeah. Absolutely,” Shawn said weakly. His gaze landed on the bosom of a girl walking past in a slip and bra, and Shawn twitched. He wasn’t sure this was really the kind of fun you were supposed to have out in public.
“I feel underdressed,” Cory squeaked. “Do you feel underdressed? I feel underdressed.” Shawn nodded mutely and tried not to stare at a tall, blond man in a gold bikini.
“Don’t worry,” Topanga reassured them. “No one expects you to have props and costumes when you’re virgins.”
Shawn snapped out of the sequin-induced stupor he’d been lulled into. “Whoa, now. I think we all know we’re not virgins,” he said reasonably. He even managed not to point out that Topanga had been the one to ensure that Cory stopped being a virgin; saying things like that always made him sound jealous. And petty.
Topanga rolled her eyes and cocked her head to the side. The pose made her hair look enormous and lopsided. “It’s just a word, Shawn. No one’s doubting your virility.”
“Good,” Cory said with a nod. “Because we’re extremely virile and manly.” He opened his mouth to say more, but he got distracted by a man in a corset and fishnets, his platform heels adding a good five inches to his height. Cory stared, his mouth hanging open and his eyes going buggy. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat.
“Shawn?” he said hoarsely. “Can I still be manly and virile if I really want to see you in those shoes?”
Shawn slung an arm around Cory’s shoulders. “You can,” he said. “And if you wear the corset, I’ll wear the heels.”
Cory swallowed again. “Deal.”