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thatgenericwriter · 7 months

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You're Here || Shawn Spencer

Summary: reader has been friends with Shawn since elementary school and has fallen in love with him but is convinced he loves Jules

Paring: Shawn Spencer x gn! reader

Warnings: little bit of angst but mostly fluff

P.s. takes place during season 4 episode 16 and is not a second part of the ying to my yang

You scan the room, watching as every member of the Santa Barbara Police Department scrambles around for any leads on Jules. Spinning slightly on the rolling chair you were sitting on, you look over to your best friend, and long time crush, Shawn.

Him and Gus, your other bestie, are also trying to hunt down Jules. Yang has left nothing to go off of and it's making everyone lose it. Including yourself, as indicated by the state of your nails you have been mindless chewing on.

You have come to like Jules a lot. It was nice having another woman to talk to after having to deal with Shawn and Gus alone all of these years.

Your nerves have officially beaten you. You needed to move and desperately needed to chew on something other than your poor nails.

The vending machine was just down the hall, and you are in a police department nothing bad could happen. Is what you tell yourself as you stand up and start walking towards the hallway that housed the machine.

"I'm getting something from the vending machine. I'll be right back." Looking around you see that no one has heard you, or they just didn't care enough to comment on it.

Making your way down the empty hallway you can faintly hear Lassiter yelling about something. 'Even in a situation like this Lassie still finds something to argue about.' Shaking your head in amusement you press the letter and number combination for your favorite snack in the machine.

As you lean down to grab your treat, you feel someone grab you from behind. You try to yell out for help but your mouth gets covered with a rag before you can get anything out. And before you know it, your eyes start to close and your body slumps into the arms of your attacker.

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You wake up to the feeling of water around your waist. Opening your eyes you take in your surroundings, which were not ideal. You are tied around a pole under the pier.'Great.' Noticing that the water is now rising at an alarming rate you start to panic wondering if anyone is even coming to rescue you.

Did anyone even notice that you were gone? They were all so worried about Jules, that you probably haven't crossed their thoughts. Even if they knew you were gone Jules is more important considering she is a police officer and Shawn's love interest.

'Everyone will be searching for her and you're going to die under this pier.' Leaning your head against the pillar, watching as the water slowly creeps up your body more. The thoughts of you not making it out of here alive plague your mind. That is until two sets of footsteps are heard above your head.

"They have to be around here somewhere dad!" There is no doubt in your mind, that is Shawn's voice. He is here. He came for you.

With a new found reason to stay alive, you try to make noise. Struggling around in your binds, and trying your hardest to make any sounds around the gag in your mouth.

Just when you're about to give up, you hear loud footsteps directly above your head. Your eyes widen as you look up seeing Shawn looking at you through a crack in the piers floor.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm going to come down and get you. Don't worry." He looks for your nod of understanding before leaving your line of sight.

You can hear him running across the pier and yelling at Henry. But all that's on your mind is the mere fact that he is here. He chose to save you over Jules. He came for you. Maybe you were wrong about him loving Jules more than you.

Before you can obsess over these thoughts any longer, Shawn and Henry are splashing in the water beside you.

Shawn takes the gag out of your mouth and starts to assess the situation. "Are you hurt? Can you move?" Shaking your head you tell him you're fine but you can't move anything.

"It's going to be okay. We are going to have to cut through all the rope." Him and Henry take out their pocket knives and start to cut through the rope. All you can do is watch as the water starts to rise faster than they can cut.

Shawn dives under the water cutting at the rope around your legs. The water is at the bottom of your chin. You get ready to hold your breath, but before that can happen you feel the ropes loosen off of you.

Shawn pops back up in front of you and grabs your shoulders pulling you towards the shore. Once you make it back up to the pier, your knees give out forcing you to collapse onto the pier.

Shawn is on you in seconds, "Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you hur-" Before he can even finish his sentence you are hugging him. Gripping onto him like he'll disappear if you left go.

"You saved me."

These are the last words you get out before you start sobbing onto his shoulder. Leaving a confused and concerned Shawn trying to calm you down.

"Of course I saved you! You're my best friend! Without you I would have to deal with Gus all alone!" His words get a little chuckle out of you, but they also make your heart clench. Pushing yourself off of him enough to look him in the face, you wipe your tears away.

"What about Jules? Why didn't you go save her? Aren't you in love with her?" Shawn looks at you confused. Tilting his head slightly and wrinkling his nose.

"Why would you think I'm in love with her?" It's your turn to look confused. 'Did he just not know he was in love with her?' You thought to yourself.

"The way you look at her like she's the only one in the room. Or laugh at every one of her jokes. The need to constantly be by her side. You talk about her constantly. Does this not ring a bell?" You ask him completely dumbfounded that he hasn't noticed.

He chuckles at you and shakes his head lightly. Looking into your eyes he gives you the biggest smile.

"You obviously haven't noticed that I look at you like you're the only one in the room. Or laugh at every one of your jokes. That I constantly need to be by your side. I talk about you all the time because I love you."

"....."

"YOU LOVE ME??!?"

You must have looked like a fish out of water with the way you were gaping at him. Your brain could not process this right now.

Shawn lets out another chuckle and starts moving closer to you. "Aren't you going to say it back?"

Your brain was so overwhelmed that it did the only thing it could think of in that moment. It made you slam your lips against his.

You could feel him smiling into the kiss, and you couldn't help but do the same. 'I could get used to this.'

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Author's Note: was the ending rushed... Yes... Do I have a good reason also yes... I've had this in my drafts for a while and I'm starting a big multi part fic so I just wanted this out.. anyway thanks for reading!

#x reader #shawn spencer x reader #shawn spencer imagine #shawn x reader #shawn spencer #psych x reader #x gn reader

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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The Coffee is Not the Murder Weapon

Pairing: Shawn Spencer x Plus!size!reader Characters: Plus!size!reader (aka Beans), Shawn Spencer, Burton “Gus” Guster, Carlton Lassiter, Juliet “Jules” O’Hara, Woody, Greg (the murderer), Buzz McNab (briefly mentioned) Warnings: Mentions of guns and bullets, violence, this man Greg is crazy, coffee shops should not be a place for murder plots, Woody being “prepared”, okay plot but stay for the fluff, friends to lovers, my love for writing for these peps returns Word Count: 2,466

A/N: Bad plot but I tried, and it didn’t turn out completely horrible so yay. Yes, I’m giving myself a pat on the back, don’t judge me :p

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“Push on the gas, Lassie or else someone is going to get hurt and it’s not gonna be me,” Shawn says, his voice elevated as he thinks about what could happen.

“What’re you talking about, Spencer?”

“Shawn, calm down and tell us what’s going on,” Juliet tried to reason with him.

“No! I can’t- I- you just gave to trust me on this.”

“If you want us to trust you, you have to explain what’s going on. Do you feel something?”

“Oh my god,” Gus says, after Shawn hands him the phone. “Floor it, Lassiter!”

“Why?!”

Shawn rubs his hands across his face. “The barista did it. We were wrong about the manager being poisoned.”

Juliet furrows her brows, trying to make sense of the words flying out of the psychic’s mouth. “But Woody said-”

“He-”

“He’s calling me,” Gus announces, showing his friend the phone.

Shawn quickly snatches it out of his buddy’s hand, answering it.

“Shawn, you’ll never believe the story I overheard last night when I was at the bar. So, this girl, who was close to turning thirty, although I think she was lying. Anyway, she was saying-”

“The barista did it with one of those skinny tongue depressors.”

“Yes! It never ceases to amaze me how well your skills are.”

The psychic tosses the phone up in the air for his friend to catch.

“Sounds like we have the right to arrest someone.” Carlton speeds up, maneuvering himself, safely, between cars. “Where am I going, Spencer?”

“Where do you think?”

“If I knew, do you think I’d be asking you?”

“The coffee shop. Beans told me she had a shift, and our killer does too. She put it together before my visions became clearer. If we don’t get there within the next five minutes, it’s going to be a manhunt and I’ll be the first in line.”

“We’re not going to let anything happen to her,” Juliet tells him.

“I’ll believe it when I can see that she’s safe.”

“Sha-”

“We’re here. Spencer, I’m only going to say this once and only once. Do not and I mean, do not go in there.”

“But, I can-”

“No,” Carlton tells him before he and Juliet rush out of the car, standing by the front door with their guns in front of them before they sneak into the building.

“I’m going in.”

“Oh, no you are not,” Gus slams his hand onto the door lock.

“Yes, I am.”

“Sha- Shawn.” Gus makes the noise people typically make when trying to call a cat over, “psst. Psst. Shawn, no.” He gets out of the car when he realizes his friend isn’t going to follow him back towards the safety.

The two make their way into the building, sneaking through the front door, only pausing when they hear a strange noise.

“Are we really going to go in there, Shawn? I mean, what if he has a gun or some other weapon?”

“That’s when you selflessly throw yourself in front of our bad guy while I, the hero, save the day.”

“I don’t like that plan.”

“Well, it’s the only one I have so far.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Fine, it’s not but this one makes us both look like heroes.”

“I understand why you’re making jokes, but we need a real plan if we want to make sure Beans doesn’t get hurt.”

The psychic sighs, “I know, Gus.” He leans off the wall, glancing back over his shoulder. “I have a plan.”

“What is it?”

“You stay here and I’m gonna make a distraction.”

“Okay- wait! What?” He turns around, finding his friend nowhere near him. “Dammit Shawn.”

Shawn walks around the corner, hearing clattering coming from the back and rushes forward only for you to duck behind the counter.

“Shawn?” You stare at him with furrowed brows. “Duck. Duck.”

“Duck?” He dives to the floor when bullets come flying through the door, breaking the glass window. He wraps his arms around you, covering your head as he pulls you closer, making sure nothing happens to you.

Once the firing stops, you lift your head off his shoulder.

“Do you know the way out of here?” He whispers.

“We won’t make it without being seen. Why are you here alone?”

“I remembered you told me this place has a really weird back entrance, so it takes a few minutes to get in here. If we stall him long enough, then maybe we can make it out of this alive while Lassie and Jules do their thing.” He stops talking and becomes quiet. “I have an idea.”

“You are not going to try and make a conversation with him. Are you?”

“It’s called a distraction.”

“A terrible one, at that.”

“I could do it.”

You glance over his shoulder.

“He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

You gulp, nodding. Your former coworker, Greg, grabs your arm, yanking you away from your friend.

“Hey. Hey! Let her go.”

Greg shakes his head, “no, I don’t think I will.” He forces you into the nearest chair.

“You don’t need to need to manhandle Beans like that.”

“It’s her fault.”

“What’s her fault?”

“Ruining my plan and you, the psychic coming around wasn’t any help either.”

“It sounds like you have a problem with me and not-”

He waves the gun around in Shawn’s face. “You stay over there. She stays here.”

You tense up at the feeling of the metal on the back of your head.

He nods. “I’m staying over here. You don’t need to keep waving the gun around.”

“Santa Barbara PD, drop your weapon,” Carlton says, keeping his attention on Greg.

“I don’t think I will.”

“You sure you want to do that?”

“Why not? I’ve got a hostage right here,” he steps to the side, letting the officer get a view of your back.

“Let the civilians go so we can talk.”

“No,” he clicks the trigger of the gun.

You close your eyes, trying not to shake as you hear everything going on behind you.

“No,” Shawn takes a step closer, and everyone’s focus turns onto him. “Remember it was me. I’m the psychic, I know why you did it. He wasn’t giving you the proper respect, right? And he should have, you’re the one who made sure everything ran smoothly around here especially when he would take his sporadic trips. You did everything he should have done and he- he-”

“He was gonna fire me and give my job to Janet, but she put it in her two weeks’ notice after that and then she,” he spits in your direction. “Was the next one.”

“And, you believe she would have taken your job without hesitation?”

Greg nods.

Shawn nods before he starts to chuckle. “And that’s when you need to listen or pay attention to all employees because she’s a very kind woman who would never do that and I’m lucky to know... that took a minor detour, I’ll admit but it just proves that she isn’t what you created in your mind.”

“Are you done?” Carlton asks.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.”

That’s all the detective needed to hear as he takes another step forward. “Let her go.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Greg.”

“What are you doing?” Shawn whispers.

“Do you know why our boss would take sudden trips?”

“Yeah. He’s a greedy bastard who wants to blow away his money.”

“No, his wife is sick, and she’s been in a home that specializes with her condition. She has her good days and her bad days, so when it’s not looking good, he rushes over there in case it’s going to be his last time with her.”

“Really?” He jerks your arm. “How do you know?”

“He told me because I found him crying in the storage closet when it was my turn to close the shop a few months ago. He trusted you, that’s why he was confident with you being in charge.”

He lowers his hand.

Shawn sees the way you’re eyeing your coworker and shakes his head.

Greg drops his gun.

You take this as your opportunity to run away from him before anything else could happen.

Shawn pushes you behind him.

Juliet and Lassiter do their thing, arresting him just as Gus rushes in, holding a broom as his weapon of choice.

“Nice timing, Guster,” Carlton tells him as he passes by to put the, now, arrested man in the nearest squad car, which of course happens to be Buzz’s.

“Is he gone?”

“Yes, Gus. He’s gone, you can stop now.”

The frightened man takes notice of the scene and slowly sets the broom down before sniffing as he wipes his nose. “I knew that; I was just testing you.”

“No, you weren’t,” you chime in.

“I’m gonna let that slide for right now.”

“You’re so nice, Gus.” You groan, holding your side. “I think it’s time for me to get checked out.”

Two paramedics run in, asking which of three needs to be checked out.

All three of you answer, informing the gentleman that it’s you. Once they make sure you’re all good, they give you one last recommendation to get a full check up at the hospital to make sure you’re all good and don’t have any underlying injuries they may not have caught.

You wave them off, “yeah, yeah,” your words fine out slurred before you pass out.

The whole way there, everyone was worried about you, Shawn more than the others.

Henry walks into the room, placing a hand on his boy’s shoulder. “When was the last time you left the room?”

“Not once.”

“You need to eat something, Shawn.”

The psychic doesn’t say anything else.

“You know, you need to eat something if you want to confess to her.”

“Confess what?”

“I raised you better than to play dumb, Shawn.”

The younger man gets up out of his seat. “Fine, so maybe I do know what you’re talking about but why would I-”

“Shawn.”

“No, no. Don’t distract me.”

“Shawn.”

“Why are you-”

“Shawn.”

“What?”

Henry sighs and spins his son around, leaving his boy to get the girl.

“Oh, you’re up.”

“I am.”

He grabs the water by your bed and holds for you.

“I can drink water on my own.”

He nods, slowly placing the cup in your hands.

“How are you?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

You set the cup down onto the table. “You could but, you’re antsy and an antsy Shawn isn’t a good Shawn.”

“Funny.”

“Usually, you’d have some witty comeback when I say things like that, what’s going on in your head?”

“You could have died.”

“But I didn’t.”

“But you could have.”

“I didn’t though.”

“But… you could have and- and-”

You slowly push yourself up, reaching out for his hand, bringing him closer.

He’s careful as he sits down beside you.

“What would have happened, if it did happen? Can you find it in you to explain that bit to me?”

“You mean, other than the fact that the woman I’ve been in love with since we were kids would be dead, not much.”

“Wha-” Your jaw drops.

“I wouldn’t have been able to come up with a clever plan and pretend like I didn’t know how it happened even though you know when I’m lying.”

“So, what you’re saying is you like me and you want to ask me out?” You ask, a sly smile dancing across your lips.

“Maybe.”

“Good.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“I feel like there’s something else you have planned.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna go find my doctor, ask when I can leave so then you can take me out on our date and fall asleep on my couch.”

This is the first time he’s smile since this morning, and it feels great. “Don’t move.”

“I won’t.”

Woody rushes in with a black bag.

You raise a brow. “Did you really think I was dead?”

“Wha- oh this,” he points to the bag. “No, no. I was just- I thought I needed to be prepared.”

“Get out.”

“I’m the one who brought the flowers.” He points with a weak smile.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful but get out.”

“Yep, got it.” Woody manages to move out of the way before he could bump into Shawn and your doctor and continues to run out of the building.

You and Shawn had a wonderful time getting dinner (with Gus driving so you could pick up the food) and dropping you guys off at your place (after being told he wasn’t invited).

“If I’m not a part of this date, why did I drive you two to go pick up jerk chicken?”

Shawn shrugs, “sorry, buddy.”

You jab your elbow into his side, “I don’t know. I’m sorry, he used you. How about tomorrow we all go out and get breakfast before we head over to the station?”

“Thank you, I think that would be a great idea.” Gus doesn’t move from his spot.

“Do you want to take some for the road?”

“This is why I like you.”

“You’ve liked me being around since we met, I used to pretend you weren’t involved in whatever it was he,” you point to Shawn. “Was doing so you wouldn’t get suspended.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m happy he’s partially your problem now.” He takes his napkin wrapped portions and waves you two off before he leaves.

“Can we go upstairs now? It’s getting cold.”

“Quite whining and maybe you’ll get a blanket.”

He leans against the doorway as he waits for you to pull out your keys. “Is there anyway, I could persuade you?”

The doorknob clicks, you open the door and smile at him. “No.”

“I think you’re lying.”

“Your psychic abilities tell you that?”

“Maybe.”

You roll your eyes and step inside. “Come on, I’m hungry and I’m not afraid to take the food from you.”

“But then you’d have a starving man in your home, rummaging through your fridge searching for a pineapple.”

“I’m not afraid to take that risk.”

“Rude.”

You chuckle, “hurry up and get over here. We can watch a movie.”

“I’m getting us some drinks. I can’t die of thirst after fulfilling my need of food.”

“Okay.”

“And here is your drink,” he sets them down on the coffee table. “And your food.”

You practically snatch the food from him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I mean… for everything that’s happened.”

He settles on the couch beside you, turning for you to see his soft smile. “I know.”

You shake your head. “You’re so cocky.”

“Only for you.”

“I feel like I should be ending things here.”

“But you’re not. You love me too much.”

“Shush and watch the movie.”

He smiles to himself, knowing he’s made you all flustered.

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lab-trash · 9 months

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Supernatural x Psych ideas part 2(?)

Castiel and Lassie being equally confused at social niceties.

Shawn accidentally identifying a demon when he introduces Gus with the name "Christo Jiminy," or something of the like.

Missouri Mosley meeting Shawn and imeaditely being like 'boy you're full of bullshit'

Castiel not being there at first and Dean praying to him.

In addition to that, I think it's best that the winchesters know about psych and psych know about the winchesters, but the cops don't find out until much later.

So that means the police doesn't know he's an angel.

I still think Jules would fawn over Castiel like she did that DC Detective

Castiel is oblivious to that

Juliet finds it charming

Dean finds that frustrating

Toss Gabriel in there too, I love him

The idea of Shawn trying to read him is very funny to me.

Also I want Sabriel. So maybe they're hiding their relationship and Shawn like... totally reads that. And either he uses it as blackmail, or to start a fight between the brothers so he can sneak off or something like that.

Pfff, the idea of Shawn reading destiel being in a relationship but they're not at all.

I really can't decide if Jack should be in this, but I haven't seen one with him yet that I would want to read.

#supernatural #psych #sabriel #destiel #shawn spencer #burton guster #juliet o'hara #carlton lassiter #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #pysch x supernatural

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marce-mallow · 2 years

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Shawn: I’m quick at math

Jules: Okay, what’s 38 x 76?

Shawn: 24.

Jules: That’s not even close

Shawn: Yeah but it was quick

#source: brooklyn 99 #shawn spencer #juliet o'hara #psych #psych incorrect quotes #incorrect psych quotes #incorrect quotes

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thephildanthropist · 4 years

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#instagram #instagram post #my post #shawn spencer #jules x shawn #juliet o'hara #juliet x shawn #shawn x jules #psych

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himboshawn · 3 years

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PSYCH, S1E13: Game, Set... Muuurder

#its 2 am and i only just now realized I didn't post this one before 1x14 #and now it is out of order and i'm upset psych #psychedit #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #juliet o'hara #s1 #1x13 #*#*shawn #*lassie #*jules #shawn x lassie

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artblockchronicassiconic · 1 year

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Shipuary Day 14: Shawn Spencer x Burton Guster x Juliet O'Hara x Selene Gilmore (Psych)

Fitting that Valentines Day be the day I push the agenda of a ship Im captaining solo.

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pullingupanchor · 7 years

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#s: as in gotcha #otp: a little slice of blonde perfection #psych #james roday #maggie lawson #shules #juliet x shawn #shawn x juliet #jules x shawn #shawn x jules #scary sherry: bianca's toast #scary sherry

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miller-day · 3 years

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6x01 | 8x10

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captainsjack · 3 years

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PSYCH 15TH ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION

Day Five: Favourite Episode -> Six Feet Under the Sea (3x10)

an entire episode centred around the murder of a sea lion? hella gay moments? iconic.

best (read: gayest) moments:

gus takes shawn to a funeral because he “needs someone to support him.” …….it’s literally the fucking funeral of a sea lion😭

shawn gets gus a matching pair of “sneaking around pants”.

april is really hot and i love her and also she’s clearly a lesbian

shawn wears gus’s jacket. like he literally stole it from gus

jules !!!! and !!!! april !!!! should !!! have !!! dated!!!!!!!!!!!

literally just everything about jules and april in this episode is so🥺🥺💞💞💞

dhdhhd also the “shabby the-sea-lión” or however lassie pronounced it😩

“….i never told you the victim wasn’t a sea lion.”

shawn asks gus what an apostrophe is called, and he says, “one of those things that i’d use to make a winky face in a text” hmmm so uh? shawn’s sending gus winky faces? ok.

shawn introduces gus with one of his made up names, and he called him his “first mate” 😳

this really hot guy talks about his chest hair and gus’s facial reactions oh my god. he literally smirks and nods to himself

literally whenever shawn has to grab gus, he grabs him by the hand instead of his arm or shoulder or something 🥺

shawn and gus hiding in a trap door that’s really small!!!! they’re literally spooning!!!!!! and lying on each other!!!!! shawn’s chin rests in the crook of gus’s neck dhdjdjjd

“dude this is like out of sight but super gay.” “don’t touch me shawn.” HELP.

shawn says “i am SO clooney right now” and gus says “shawn i am NOT jennifer lopez” & shawn literally tells him it’s a COMPLIMENT?????!!!!!!!!! wtf 😭

shawn asks gus to scratch his leg while they’re spooning fjfjfjjfj

also literally everything about shawn being obsessed with trying to ride a dolphin lmaoo

literally this episode is just peak comedy and i love juliet & april <3

#psych15anniversary #msjessicaday #psych #six feet under the sea #3x10 #shus #shawngus #shawn x gus #juliet ohara #juliet o’hara #jules/april #my post

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bordelhoe · 4 years

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His world | SM blurb

Word count: 1188

Requested by @theregoesmyherojd : Can you do a blurb about maybe me getting hurt while Shawn is on tour and he flies home to be with me despite me telling him he doesn’t need to be? And him being really upset and feeling guilty. Like I have a seizure and hit my head when I fell and my mom calls him and tells him what happened?

I hope this is ok. It’s also not proof read, so sorry about any typos.

Shawn had left for tour a few weeks ago. To say he was a little apprehensive would be an understatement. You two had been dating well before quarantine, but had decided to make the next step during quarantine. Shawn had always been home and was always there for you when you had a seizure. It still terrified him to see you have one, but he was getting better. And in the few weeks before he left, your seizures had started to decrease. You both knew that they wouldn’t ever completely go away, but it was still nice not having them.

But now you were to be home alone while he was on tour, and that thought terrified Shawn. He tried to convince you to come on tour with him, but you told him that music was his thing, and he didn’t need you weighing you down. That was a whole other conversation that Shawn didn’t even want to have at that moment. All he wanted was to make sure you were safe. But after bringing up going on tour with him, he realized that he wasn’t ever going to win the argument. He then went to trying to convince you to move in with your mom for the time being. That conversation didn’t go any better. You were stubborn and independent. There was no way you were going to change your mind.

Shawn still didn’t want to leave you, but you had convinced him that fans had waited long enough to hear his music live. You could also see how antsy he was getting. He wanted to go out a be a rock star again, and you didn’t want to take that experience away from him. So he finally left, and apart from missing Shawn things were fine; until they weren’t

You were home, visiting you mother for the weekend. The emptiness of your and Shawns apartment was getting to you, so decided to pay your mom a much needed visit. You and her were binge watching your favorite TV show when it happened. You got up to refill your glass with water in the kitchen. You fell to the ground and started seizing.

You mother heard your glass shatter from the living room and ran to your aid. She saw you seizing on the floor, with a nasty gash on your forehead. You hit your head on the corner of the counter when you fell to the ground. Your mother positioned your body on it’s side and propped your head on a throw pillow she grabbed form the living room. After the seizure, your mother took you to the hospital, she thought you needed stiches.

Meanwhile, on tour, Shawn was sitting in his hotel room when he got a gut wrenching feeling. Something was wrong, and the next thing he knew he was facetiming you.

However, you didn’t want to accept his call. You were in the middle of the hospital, getting stiches. You knew if he saw you in that state, he would freak out. But you not accepting his call freaked him out. And he started spamming your phone, but you just weren’t answering him, and that made the feeling in his stomach worse. Then, he got the idea to call your mother. If something bad happened, she would be able to check on you. Your mother was sitting right next to you, and saw you watch your phone and not answer it.

“You’re going to give the poor boy a heart attack,” she deadpanned.

Before you could reply, her phone went off. She gave you her mom look before answering the phone.

“Hello dear,” she hummed into the phone.

“Oh thank god… Y/n isn’t answering her phone. Can you go check on her, make sure she’s ok? I have this gut feeling that somethings wrong-” he shot out.

“Shawn, hun, calm down” your mother interrupted

“I can’t calm down, somethings wrong. She always answers her phone. What if she had a seizure at home and like hit her head or something? What if-”

“What if she was with me and everything fine?” she interrupted again

“She had a seizure?” he got really quiet

“Yes… she hit her head and she’s getting stitches right now. But she’s fine.”

“She’s getting stitches?” he yelled.

you heard him and grabbed the phone from her mothers hand

“Shawn…”

“You’re getting stitches?” he asked

“Yes. But I’m fine bub. I just hit my head. I’m still in one piece, there's nothing you need to worry about.”

“I’m coming home,” he sounded like he had already made up his mind.

“No you’re not. You’re fans need you on tour.”

“You need me at home,” he was quick to respond.

“Shawn Peter Raul! Listen to me! I am fine. If it makes you feel better, i’ll stay with my mom for the rest of tour.... You’re fans need you on tour. They have waited so long to see you perform your new album. Don’t make them wait any longer.”

He was silent. He knew he was going to come home, even if for only a few days, but he wasn’t going to tell you that. He felt guilty that he left you in the first place, and now that you were in the hospital getting stitches made him feel so much worse for leaving you.

“Fine….” he agreed. He only said that to humor you.

“I love you Shawn.”

“I love you too” he mumbled.

And at that, he hung up and booked a flight home. He had a free day the next day, and a press day after. He called Andrew and had him cancel the interviews, you were more important

Later that night at Y/n’s moms house

“You know he’s going to come home right?” your mother deadpanned. That man loved you more than anything. She thought the fact her daughter actually expected Shawn not to come home was ridiculous.

“I told him to stay there. His fans are counting on him mom. I don’t need him here.” you replied

And before your mother said say anything, the door bell went off.

“Well, I wonder who that is.” your mom quipped with a smirk on her face.

You huffed and followed your mom to the front door. You knew exactly who it was.

“You know you don’t have to knock,” Your mother opened the door with a smile on her face.

Shawn blushed and his eyes landed on his girlfriend. On her forehead was a fresh cut, all stitched up. He knew there would be a pretty wicked scar there once it healed.

“I couldn’t live with myself if i didn’t come home” he whispered to her as he engulfed her in a hug.

He held you so tight, it was like he hadn’t seen you in years, when it was actually only a few weeks.

“Please don’t be mad. I know you told me to stay, but that was an impossible request. You are my world. I don’t know what i would do if something really bad happened to you. I am so in love with you.”

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A... Personal Matter

Summary: Juliet is Lassiter’s best friend. They are partners, practically family. It shouldn’t scare him this much, the idea of telling her who he is, who he loves. She’s a democrat, after all!

Ship: Background Shawn Spencer x Carlton Lassiter

Lassiter tried his best to ignore the nagging feeling in his gut that everything was going wrong, as he sat at his desk, anxiously waiting for time to tick by. He tried his best to hold onto Shawn’s words, his assurances that everything was going to go well - it had better, given that it was Shawn’s idea, the whole stupid plan.

He spared a quick glance over to Juliet, who was oblivious to everything - to what Carlton was about to tell her- to the trust that he was giving to her, that she would not to ruin his life or career. Lassiter desperately wanted to believe that his trust was correctly placed; that his partner was the person that both he and Shawn thought her to be, but his past experience screamed no, that she was going to stop talking to him, going to tell everyone. He didn’t want that - he didn’t think he’d be able to cope with another betrayal over who he was, but more than that, O’Hara was the closest thing to a friend that he had. She was one of very few people who could stand to be around him. Lassiter couldn’t bear to lose that.

Shawn had told him that it was a good idea, that it would make him feel better, make him closer to Juliet, so he should go for it, and Carlton cautiously agreed - for all that the “psychic” was immature, even at the best of the times, and had a tendency to lean towards the outlandish, he was rarely wrong, about things that mattered, anyway.

"Carlton! Are you ready to head out?” His partner asked, approaching his desk.

Snapping back to reality, Lassiter nodded in affirmation, grabbing his wallet and jacket. He tried to think about everything that could make this all go right, just as Shawn told him to. As much as he tried though, it did not quell the fear that spoke from his years in the closet, years spent scared, since the whole "coming out" thing never seemed to go well. Not for him, at least.

O’Hara was a democrat, for Christ's sake! She should have no problems with it! Lassiter grew agitated with the thoughts in his head. He was supposed to be the rational one of them all! He was supposed to rely on logic, not allow himself to be driven mad by his emotions.

Noticing the concerned look that was being directed his way by his partner, he hurried up, making his way towards his car, putting minimal effort into the small talk that Juliet insisted on making. He tried to keep his expression calm and put together. Having her try to 'solve’ the ‘mystery’ behind his behaviour, which she had already noticed was off, was the last thing he needed.

Unfortunately, by the time they had reached the restaurant, Juliet had become impatient in her curiosity as to Carlton’s reasoning for asking her to come to lunch - which on its own was only a mildly uncommon occurrence, but when partnered with the strange behaviour that he had been exhibiting, it was blindingly obvious that it wasn’t just to congratulate her on her recent work.

“Carlton… why did you ask me to come out for lunch with you?” she asked, and after a moment, when he hadn’t responded, Juliet was quick to attempt amending her query. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, of course! It’s just that you don’t normally do this, y’know?”

Lassiter let out a huff of a laugh at his partner as she spoke, still trying to forget his fear, so that he could say what he needed to, what he had promised Shawn that he would say.

As they sat down at their table, Carlton’s nerves became clearly evident, and Juliet began to look more and more concerned. They sat awkwardly for a few moments as they waited to order, the clock counting down until Lassiter gained his nerve.

Once the waiter had come and gone, Carlton began to force himself to speak. He wasn’t going to be a coward, O’Hara was his best friend, she would most likely (hopefully) accept it, and everything would be fine - no matter what past experience and his gut were telling him.

“O’Hara, I have something of a… personal nature to tell you.”

Juliet looked shocked by that - it wasn’t surprising, Carlton wasn’t one for sharing about his private life unless forced to - work was work, and home was home. But then again, Shawn had waltzed in and bulldozed through that wall. She nodded though, just giving him the chance to say what he wanted to, in his own time, for which he was infinitely grateful, even if he would never admit it.

“I’m pansexual. As my partner and… friend, I thought I should tell you.” He looked down to his hands, picking his nails as a distraction while he nervously waited for O’Hara to speak. “I hope this doesn’t change anything.”

“Carlton! I’m so happy for you!”

He looked up, and she beamed at him. He felt his shoulders fall as the stress left him. It had gone well - better than well. Relieved at the success of how that went, he decided, semi-begrudgingly, that he owed his boyfriend one. Thankfully, that debt would be easily overcome - he knew just how to make Shawn’s week.

“I’m also dating Spencer.”

Lassiter wished that someone had recorded O’Hara’s reaction to his second announcement - her jaw dropped, and it was almost as if she had told him that pigs could fly - or that he believed Shawn was actually a psychic.

“Y- You and Shawn? That actually makes a lot of sense, in hindsight… You two have always been like little kids, pulling pigtails because you like each other!”

It was Carlton’s turn to be shocked - he had never thought of it like that, although it was far from inaccurate.

More softly, this time, Juliet congratulated him.

“I’m really proud of you, and I’m so happy for you both. He’s good for you - and you are good for him. I love you, Carlton.”

He tried, yet failed miserably to hide the grin on his face and the tears welling in his eyes.

“You too, O’Hara.”

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