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thespiritssaidso · 3 months

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Him? Really?

Juliet was filling out paperwork from their last case when Shawn had grabbed her and lead her to the conference room, which was conveniently empty. Before she could get a word in, Shawn blurted out “I need to confess something.”

Still a little perturbed, but also curious, she asked “Okay? What is it?”

“Well. I’m kind of, for lack of a better word, crushing on someone here-”

Any anger she might have had leftover immediately melted away. “Oh my gosh, Shawn that’s great! Who is it?”

He winces a little and says “-You’re really not gonna like who I say.”

“Oh, I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“I don’t know Jules…”

“It’s okay. Just- just rip it off. Like a bandaid.”

“Alright then.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s Lassie.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then-

“Put the bandaid back on.”

“Jules, what the heck?!”

“I’m sorry, that was completely uncalled for-”

“Yeah! It kind of was!”

“But… Carlton?”

“Yes, ‘Carlton’. Who else?”

“I don’t know. Literally anyone?”

“Oh my god.” He collapsed into one of the chairs, letting his head fall into his hands.

“What’s going on?”

They both startle, looking at the door of the conference room, which was now blocked by the head detective himself.

Juliet stumbled for an excuse. “Carlton! We were- Uhhmm- well- we were just- just talking aboutttt-”

“About…?”

“-abouttt that new taco place that just opened up!” Shawn helped.

She nodded a little too enthusiastically. “Yeah! Yes! We were planning on going there later.”

Lassiter raised an eyebrow, not looking thoroughly convinced.

“Well, I gotta, uhh, head out, Gus just called and there’s a client that needs… spiritual… help… Bye.” Shawn lightly pushed past Lassiter and quickly headed out.

He looked at Juliet, still confused, and asked “What was that all about?”

She tried — and only moderately failed — to act casual. “Oh, just Shawn being Shawn, I guess.”

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Based on this prompt from @aut189

#I haven’t written anything in a while #but this was fun #I actually feel proud of myself for this one #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #juliet o'hara #shassie #🔮🔫#psych #psych 2006 #psych usa #psych tv #psych tv show #psych show #psych fanfic #psych fanfiction #psych fic #toast tries to write #I wrote this with ‘More Than a Feeling’ by Boston stuck in my head

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superwhumpage · 1 year

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What I love about the Psych fandom is that we’ve just as a group decided that Shawn is Bi and Lassie is Pan. It’s just accepted and there will be no questions. Thank you.

#Bisexual shawn spencer #pansexual carlton lassiter #These are the two tags I look for in every fic #And I am never disappointed #psych fanfiction #psych tv show #shassie

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typicalopposite · 3 months

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Several Sentence Sunday!

(Cause the thing I want to share is more than six)

I am so tried and trying to get this Psych fic finished soooon! And what’s the best way to do that? By starting a new fic! ✌🏼🤣

Also I decided to have this READY TO GO for today! Now I get to tag everyone! Hah! Hahaha!

So here’s a snippet from my new angsty David fic no one asked for!

The two sat quietly in his chair, the only noise being the still pattering rain outside. “Perhaps you can be each other's emotional support,” Arthur eventually said. The puppy looked up at him and he smiled down at the puppy. “Henry is taking all of this very hard, you see. And he’s not good with opening up about his feelings. I fear when I’m gone he is just going to shut down, and shut everyone out.” Arthur brought his hand up to scratch behind the puppy’s ear, turning to look out the window towards where a car was coming down the drive. “But that’s the beauty of pets, they don’t need an explanation when you’re upset, they just sense it.”

And to balance it out with more angst… from the psych fic

Shawn blinks, his vision coming back into clarity so he can fully stare at them now. A man and woman chatting and laughing, shaded by a striped umbrella ruffling in the California wind. Shawn swallows the lump in his throat as Lassiter continues to smile this infectious smile he’s never seen before at this complete stranger— no, not a stranger, she’s his date. He told them about his lunch plans already. It's what prompted Gus to bring up the little restaurant in the first place.

With how at ease and happy Lassiter seems, Shawn wishes he would have never left the office and instead worked until he found some break in the case so he would have had to call Lassiter for back up and then Lassiter would have had to stand her up… and damn doesn’t that make him seem so jealous.

He is jealous.

And I’m tagging @onthewaytosomewhere @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @meraki-yao @adreamareads and an extra pressure tag for @scripted-downfall! Hope everyone has an amazing Sunday! Can’t wait to read all the sentences! :)

#several sentence sunday #my writing #my wips #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince fic #henry hanover stuart fox #alex claremont diaz #psych fic #psych #psych usa #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #shassie

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the-heart-of-leo · 21 days

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Sooo.... I heard there was a discord for Shassie shippers...

I have received the goods. Message me for invites

#Psych #Shassie #I'm rewatching season 4 now #and have fic ideas that I can't work on yet #And I want to lurk like the creepy person that I am

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wolpertingerprompts · 10 months

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Psych/Mythbusters crossover

Shawn and Carlton, and Adam and Jamie are both individually out somewhere and the two pairs meet for the first time.

Adam and Shawn find something to be their usual excites me selves about together, while Carlton and Jamie bond while fondly complaining about their hyperactive, adhd boyfriends.

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aut189 · 3 months

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Your prompt:

Shawn: WHY. why did you give Lassiter a KNIFE?!

Juliet: I'm sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Shawn: Now I feel unsafe!

Juliet: I'm sorry.

Juliet : ... would you like a knife?

Your prompt:

Shawn: If Gus and I were drowning, who would you save?

Lassiter: You two can't swim?

Shawn: It's a hypothetical question, Lassiter! who would you save?

Lassiter: my time and effort.

Your prompt:

Shawn: They stole from me first!

Juliet : Mhm.

Shawn: Stole my heart...

Lassiter: It is still illegal to commit murder.

Your prompt:

Shawn: How's the sexiest person here~?

Juliet: I don't know, how are they~?

Shawn, flustered: I-

Lassiter, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Your prompt:

Shawn: Lassiter, my old arch enemy.

Declan : ... I thought I was your arch enemy?

Shawn: I have a life outside of you, Declan.

Your prompt:

Shawn: I CAN'T DO IT!

Gus, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Shawn: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Jules: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Shawn:

Shawn: I appreciate it, Shawn: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Lassiter : Shawn-

Shawn: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Despereaux: Shawn we gotta-Shawn: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Shawn: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Shawn, motioning to Karen: NOT FUCKING THIS

Your prompt:

Shawn: I'm kind of crushing on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is, because you're not going to like it Juliet: Just rip the bandage off.

Shawn: It's Lassiter.

Juliet: Put the bandage back on.

Your prompt:

Gus: Why are your tongues purple?

Lassiter: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Shawn: I had a red one.

Gus: oh

Gus: OH

Juliet :

Juliet: You drank each other's slushies?

Your prompt:

Shawn: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!

Gus: To the city?

Shawn: Yeah, no matter what!

Buzz: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?

Shawn: I... I don't know!

Juliet: Oh come off it, be serious!

Shawn: I am serious!

Juliet: You're insane!

Lassiter: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!

Everyone:

Shawn: What???

Lassiter: Or maybe it was a basset hound!

Juliet, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!

Your prompt:

Shawn: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Juliet : Rude.

Lassiter: That's fair.

Gus: Not again.

Buzz: Are you going to want this back?

Your prompt:

Shawn: We need to get through this locked door. Juliet, give me your credit card.

Juliet : Here.

Shawn, pocketing it: Thanks.

Lassiter, kick down the door.

Your prompt:

Shawn: Lassiter, can I talk to you for a second?

Lassiter: Yeah, what's up? Lemme guess. You and Pierre are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Shawn: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I've read books.

Your prompt:

Shawn: Hey Pierre, Pierre: Yes?

Shawn: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on?

Pierre:

Pierre: Where's Lassiter?

Your prompt:

Shawn: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10?

Strive for greatness.

Pierre: Next time you're working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex's house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Lassiter: There were so many mixed messages in that I can't-

Your prompt:

Shawn: Pierre, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Pierre: I don't know, love you, talk to you later

Shawn: Ok, I love you too, I just ask Lassiter.

Your prompt:

*The squad is having dinner together*

Shawn: Pierre, can you pass the salt?

Pierre: *Throws Lassiter across the table*

Your prompt:

Shawn: You have to apologize to Pierre

Lassiter: Fine.

Lassiter: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Your prompt:

Lassiter: *Gets down on one knee* Pierre: Oh my god, it's finally happening.

Lassiter: *Falls over*

Pierre: The poison is kicking in.

Your prompt:

Shawn: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?'

Shawn: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Your prompt:

Lassiter, threatening the others with a paintball gun: Listen... Life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... And today, it's gonna give you... a paintball!

Your prompt:

Lassiter: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.

*Lightning strikes Lassiter*

Lassiter: Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

Your prompt:

Lassiter: Some of you may die, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.

Your prompt:

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like

Lassiter*

Lassiter: Okay, are you like BLIND?

You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

#shassie incorrect quotes #incorrect psych quotes #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #psych #shassie fic #Shassie #juliet o'hara #burton gus guster #buzz mcnab #despereaux #pierre despereaux #karen vick #messed up quotes

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dickytwister · 2 months

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here i am (stuck in the middle with you) (chapter 1)

rating: mature || pairing: carlton lassiter/shawn spencer || word count: 7923 || read here

summary:

“Did you tell anyone else about your hunch?”

“You mean my vision.”

“No, I mean your hunch. Answer the goddamn question, Spencer.”

“I texted Gus about it,” Shawn finally answered with a wince. “He said it could wait till morning.”

Pulling up the sleeve of his vest, Lassiter glared at his watch, as if it were responsible for the time it was displaying. 4:15am. They’d have to stay in this god forsaken freezer for at least two hours.

or: two men stuck in a freezer, what feelings will they repress?

#psych #shassie #shassie fic #carltonlassiter #shawn spencer #sometimes you wonder what would happen if you put two losers in situations. and then they kiss

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aspiring-creative-person · 7 months

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Oh my god. I just planned out an amazing Shassy fic. It’s going to be 8 chapters (longest fic I’ve planned so far), and it will be called “From Stakeout to Takeout”. That is all I will reveal in the present moment.

Get hype.

#psych 2006 #psych the show #psych tv #Shawn Spencer #Carlton Lassiter #shassy #shassy fic #psych fanfiction #psych fanfic #shassy fanfic #Shawn/Carlton #Spencer/Lassiter #Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer #get hype #stay tuned

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purplethespian · 2 months

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I need help finding a Psych fanfic.

I think it’s possible I might be confusing two fics or have combined them in my memory, but here is what I remember:

It’s a Shassie fic with a bit of a slow burn. Lotta Shawn whump. Shawn gets kidnapped, possibly presumed dead?? Not 100% sure about that part. But he goes missing for a long time. Juliet and Lassie try to hook up due to grief but I remember them then realizing like “oh if we were gonna do this it should’ve been a long time ago because there’s no chemistry anymore.” And then Juliet and Gus later get together, also kind of to cope, but the relationship does make sense and work out for them.

Eventually Shawn is found and goes to a hospital but he’s still in danger so he ends up having to stay at Lassie’s place for a while so he can be protected. And he (Shawn) has a juicer that is shaped like a monkey. And at one point Lassie witnesses Shawn having a nightmare and Shawn is crying out like “no, come back! Lassie!” or something, and Lassie realizes that he’s having a nightmare about that time he was held hostage by those two mechanics.

The fic was on fanfiction.net and I think I would have read it somewhere between 2012 and 2014.

If anyone knows the fic I’m talking about, (and where I can find it because I don’t think it’s on ffn anymore) please let me know!

#shassie #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #juliet o'hara #burton guster #psych #psych usa #psych tv #fanfiction #fanfic #shawn whump #yeah this is from back in the days when we used ‘whump’#help me find this fic #ffn #ffnet #psych fanfiction #zoe posts

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rotp-on-ao3 · 2 months

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Bury Me, Bury Me: Part 1

Alright... I had to split this into 2 parts. Not because the length. (The 1st part is only about 2k words.) No. It's because my brain is refusing to cooperate with getting the details down in sections for the 2nd half... And I've been promising this for a bit. I want to get it out. So enjoy part 1 of Bury Me, Bury Me.

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Title: Bury Me, Bury Me

Category: M/M

Fandom: Psych

Pairings: Pre Shassie, Shassie

Characters: Shawn Spencer, Carlton "Lassie" Lassiter, Lucienne Allera, The Gusters (Mentioned)

Warnings: Verbal Child Abuse, Coarse Language, Idiots to Lovers

Summary: 18yo Shawn Spencer makes one final stand against his father before departing on his escape. A decade later...

Height Notes: Shawn, 5'9"; Carlton, 6'1"; Lucienne, 5'5"

Note Notes: I actually had some notes, but then thoughts.exe decided to stop running. So. Yeah.

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"Joyriding, Shawn! Do you understand how embarrassing it is having to arrest my own kid?" Henry blustered, pacing in front of his son. Standing near the door, Shawn didn't bother to look at his father. Arms crossed over his chest, the teen was just waiting for the moment to bolt. "Of course you don't! Just like you don't understand that you just threw away your life!"

Shawn laughed coldly at that. Lips curling in a smile filled with disgust, the long-haired brunette finally looked at his father.

"That's real fucking rich. I'm dying of laughter over here, Henry." Said man paused in his steps, looking at his son in astonishment. The audacity of the punk. "My life, right."

"Shawn." A warning. Shawn had heard it all before. He wasn't interested in hearing it again.

"No, Henry. It wasn't my life! It was yours! I don't even know who the hell I am! You made sure of that!" His body had moved on its own and lifted his hand to point accusingly at the older man, working himself up to a blow up. "It was all you wanted! It seemed like I wanted it too, but I was just a dumb impressionable kid! And by the time I realised that wasn't how all kids were, I had no foot holds in the social world besides the Gusters!

But they were just as malleable! A 'He's just in need of something to hold his focus' and a 'He's fine, just needs to run off some steam' and no one was the fucking wiser! Realised early fucking on that I couldn't go to any adult about either without being called a liar!" Shawn paused, breathing heavy. Locking eyes with his father, Shawn let his hurt shine through. "But sure, I threw my life away... Did you even care about me as a person?"

Silence rang out, only interrupted by Shawn's heaving breaths.

Closing his eyes, Henry didn't see his son's heartbroken smile.

"Did you even care that I was a person who had to make mistakes to learn? That I might've grown to have different goals and ambitions? That I never finished much because I knew, in the long run, it wouldn't have mattered in Henry Spencer's Grand Plan for Shawn?" The younger man's voice was barely a whisper at that point. It may as well have been a shout with how clearly Henry had heard it. He flinched.

The silence told Shawn all he needed to know. Readjusting his duffle, the teen turned to the door. The sound of the doorknob caused Henry to look at his son. "I'm leaving."

A kindling of anger flared in the older man. "You leave, you don't come back. You understand?"

Bitter didn't even begin to cover the emotions swirling in his hazel eyes and dripping from his smile.

"Wouldn't dream of it, dad."

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10 Years Later

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Busing tables and making coffee in Santa Barbara hadn't really been his intention when he visited Gus, but here he was. Two months into his stay and he'd needed to pay the bills somehow. And at least the people were interesting.

Like his next customer. A woman who was about 5'5" with dyed red hair- pulled into an artfully messy bun-, sharp dark green eyes that were at odds with the soft shape of her face; crisp burgundy pantsuit hiding what is likely a toned body, and black, pointed kitten heels. Catalogued in a second, Shawn smiled at the woman, who smiled amusedly back.

"I've gotta go, Jodey. Gotta place the coffee order." Raising her hand, she pressed a button on her headset. A flicker of a glance told Shawn she had read his nametag. "Sorry about that, Shawn."

"It's all good. What can I get for you, Ms. Allera?" Two could play the name game, given the context clues. The amused smile on Lucienne Allera's face held notes of impressed. It really was a shot in the dark, but those tended to be right for Shawn more often than not. Like now.

"Well now, if it weren't for the fact that I offered to get coffee for the team, I'd have you take a stab at what I would like." A knowing glitter brightened her dark green eyes. "Unfortunately, we just don't have that time. And please, call me Lucienne."

Smiling cheekily back, Shawn said, "Of course. Now, I'm putting this as a to-go order, correct?"

"Of course!" Giving himself a moment to really look at her- as she gave a very big order-, the brunette had the feeling this wouldn't be the last time he'd encounter her.

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A few days had gone by before he saw Lucienne again. This time the Cafe was practically dead, giving Shawn the perfect opportunity to catch up on his reading. He had looked up when he heard the gentle tinkle of the bells above the door. Seeing Lucienne perked him up, up until he noticed how visibly angry she was. Still, she was gentle with everything she came in contact with.

"... You okay, Luce?" he bit his lip in hesitation, but ultimately asked. Blazing moss wildly caught sight of him before disappearing behind painted lids. Taking a deep breath, the redhead opened her eyes, much calmer.

"Sorry 'bout that, suga'. Damn colleagues pissed me off." Her expression fluttered before settling on sheepish. Shawn smiled warmly.

"It's all good, Luce. What can I get for you?"

"A friendly listening ear?"

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And it went on like that for a few weeks. Lucienne visiting, often in good spirits, and Shawn enjoying her company as best he can. The most recent visit stuck in his mind, though,

"Oh, before I forget! Shawn, I'll be bringing my best friend by in a couple of days!" She paused to snicker at a thought. "I would've dragged him down sooner, but he was being a grump-a-whump-a-gus. Kept saying, 'Don't need a new coffee joint, Allera. My usual place doesn't serve swill, Allera.' I mean, honestly."

Shawn could admit to himself that he was nervous. Lucienne's friend was a cop and it was general rule to avoid those. But he wouldn't bolt. He liked the eccentric Prosecuting Attorney.

If the cheerful tinkling of the bell didn't alert him of new arrivals, the loud protesting definitely did.

"Al- Lucienne! I really don't need a new coffee joint! My usual spot is good!" Shawn looked to the new voice- deep and gruff, he had to know what the man looked like. Standing at about 6' 1", the man was using his height to stop Luce from pushing him through the door by leaning back. He had short, dark hair that did nothing to flatter his ears and an off-the-rack suit that did little to flatter his frame. ('Though,' peaking a flash of the shoulder holster behind the suit jacket, 'that certainly would,' Shawn mused.) A tall, lean frame. A playful side. (Yeah, Shawn could see the smile playing at the edges of the man's lips.) Shawn begged the universe that he didn't have blue eyes. He'd be screwed.

"Alright, alright! I'll try it! Stop pushing me!" His face turned and Shawn locked eyes with delighted baby blues.

...

Fuck.

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Meanwhile....

"Just! *huff* Go in! Asshole!" Lucienne pushed her, admittedly, heavy friend. "I already told my friend we'd visit! Stop being an ass!"

She just knew Carlton was laughing at her, amused by her plight. He was such an ass. Had been since they were kids.

"Alright, alright! I'll try it! Stop pushing me!" Straightening up and dropping her arms, she was tempted to give him another shove for the laughter in his voice. She waited for him to move, but realised he'd frozen in the doorway from something other than playful stubbornness. Following his gaze, she smirked.

"Carlton? Wha's the hol' up?" She made sure her voice rang as annoyed and not amused. It seemed to knock him out of his trance and he grabbed her arm, dragging her out of view of the barista.

"Luce!" he hissed, a wild panicked look in his eye. "You said your friend was a barista, right?"

With a raised eyebrow, she nodded.

"Please, for the love of Lady Justice, tell me he isn't the barista at the counter!" It wasn't a question, so much as a plea. With her eyebrow still raised, she nodded again; almost giggling at his soft curse. He glowered at her ineffectually.

"You never said he was cute!"

Affecting an innocent demeanour- that her friend saw right through-, she asked, "Really? It must've slipped my mind."

"I hate you, so much." He straightened, trying to look like he wasn't ready to commit murder. Turning around, he muttered, "Come on. Let's get this embarrassment over with."

Smirking at his back, she chirped, "Love you too, bestie!"

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Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-! Hot Cop was coming his way and he could not screw this up! He had to play this cool.

"Hi! Welcome to the Santa Barbara Cafe! My name is Shawn and I'll be your barista! What can I get for you?" ... fuckityfuckfuck... Auto pilot. But that was okay, because it seemed Hot Cop was having just as much trouble as he was.

"'Ello, Duck. I'll have my usual and Carlton, here, will have the equivalent of a cup of coffee with 3 sugars and 4 creams!" Lucienne! His friend- his evil and sadistic friend- shoved Hot Cop (Carlton, he noted) aside with her elbow, to give their order to him.

Seeing Carlton's disgruntled expression directed at their mutual friend and her cheeky grin, Shawn couldn't help but laugh behind a hand.

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(Later, Lucienne would make a "casual" note how Shawn was kinda cute when he laughed and how it might up his chances at getting a date. "Oh, well, what do I know, though..." Causing the head detective- as Shawn would soon find out- to glare.)

(Also later, Shawn would pull aside his red haired friend to complain. "You never said he was hot!"

Lucienne wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Uh, yeah. He's like my brother. I have three of those, so I can confidently say that that would be super weird for me to say about him.")

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And much like when he first met Lucienne, it became the new normal for Lucienne to drop by with Carlton. This went on for nearly a month. Nearly a month of attempting to flirt with the man with captivating baby blues. Nearly a month of great conversation and childhood stories. ("No, no! I remember Mona looked ready to blow a gasket at seeing us covered in mud just before we were about to take pictures! Althea! Althea couldn't keep from laughing! That was the day that Mona decided I was a bad influence." "Oh, that's right. Althea later gave us cookies because she really didn't want to take pictures that day.") Nearly a month before Lucienne finally broke.

"Just kiss already! I'm getting sick of your flirting!" She pointed at the both of them. "'Oh, Lassie, I'm sure no one can compare to you at the SBPD!' 'That was a cute little smile, Shawn. Where has that been hiding?' Ugh! Sickening!"

The two men watched as their friend threw her hands up in disgust and walked out of the Cafe. They sat there in silence, steadfastly not looking at one another.

"So..." Carlton, still not looking at Shawn- just as much as Shawn wasn't looking at Carlton-, broke the silence moments later. "... You wanna get dinner later?"

Glancing over, the younger man locked eyes with the older, causing them to laugh a little.

"... Yeah, Lassie. I'd love to."

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And this is where the story should've ended. A lovely promise of dating and shenanigans. The hope of budding romance and flourishing friendships. The thought of new friends meeting old.

This is not where the story ends.

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(Part 2!)

#rotp ficlet #there will be a part 2 #eventually #psych #psych fic #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #henry spencer #shassie #lucienne my oc #i'll be posting about lucienne soon #cliffhanger

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