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Happy April Fool's Day! Don't do this to your coworkers.

Shawn just doesn't know how to flirt, it's fine

Unblurred version because I worked hard on Lassie:

(Click on the photos for better quality :)

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PSYCH (2006-2014) ↳ - 2.05

credit of sharpening / grain

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Off screen, cloudy ... with a chance of murder, probably

Lassiter: *Talking about Shawn and the shirt he liked on him*

Juliet: sooo, you like him.

Lassiter, realizing he caught feelings, irritated: why that son of a bitch.

Lassiter: a little.

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Psych incorrect quotes: a series (cont.🍍🧍😴) (Warning: there will be Shassie)

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Bad Guy otw: Any last words?

Shawn: I never ate enough pineapples.

Gus: Tell my parents I love them.

Shawn: Sure, make me look like an asshole.

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Juliet: Hey Carlton, what are you looking for?

Lassiter: My will to live.

Shawn: *walks into the room*

Lassiter: Oh, there it is.

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Juliet: Just wondering, did you get any sleep?

Lassiter: Did I get any... leap?

Juliet: What...?

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This is like, CK-Era Lawrusso. Johnny and ham. Do you feel me.

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more modern au yaaay

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oh darling, even rome fell

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#psych #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #my writing #Shassie #juliet o'hara #burton gus guster #psych fanfiction #my work #james roday rodriguez

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Daniel's Beard; a tribute to Ralph macchios beard (rip I miss you)

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Psych, "Pilot"

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I LOVE TOP GUN TOO JOHNNY

CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS

1 MONTH FROM TODAY

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I need him in my life

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Johnny: The doctor said you have pneumonia?

Daniel: Yes...

Johnny: I've never heard what that sounds like. They say it sucks. Come on, breathe a little for me...

Daniel: Johnny, what are you doing?!...

For @CKReverseBang

A little kindness with Johnny and Daniel. Of course, Johnny will be caring, but Johnny is Johnny, he can’t live without THIS

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slut spencer posting

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Are You Bored Yet?

I know the title sounds kinda angsty but I swear it’s fluff. Like, tooth rotting fluff.

based on this post

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It was one of those rare days when Carlton had a day off and Shawn didn’t have any cases for Psych. It also happened to be raining, the water slowly drizzling from the sky, tip-tapping on the roof and windows. So, consequently, the two were stuck inside.

Both were sitting on the sofa together. Lassiter was reading a book, while Shawn was playing a game on his 3Ds. On the coffee table in front of them was a bowl of pineapple, and they were taking turns snacking on it.

It was quiet, for once. Which was refreshing, because usually by now Shawn would have found something more messy or probably dangerous to entertain himself. He was grateful that they were just relaxing, instead.

Lassiter had almost finished his chapter when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Shawn getting 'That Look'. The look that said he had an idea.

“Carlytown?”

“Shawn?”

“Can we cuddle?”

He raised his eyes from the book, and gave his boyfriend a dubious look. The last time they cuddled, it had ended very quickly with Shawn getting fidgety and restless, and eventually turning on the TV. “Do you promise not to get bored 5 minutes in?”

“If I do, then I would be lying”

He sighed at that. Technically, he could refuse. But the temptation of snuggling with Shawn was strong. “Whatever. Move over.”

“Yay!”

Carlton lied down on the large sofa facing away from the back of the sofa. Shawn immediately scooched next to him, letting the other man be the big spoon.

The detective had burrowed his nose into the crook of Shawn’s neck, while the latter had taken the former’s arms in his own. Slowly, their breathing began to match each other's. The pseudo-psychic started to fiddle with Lassiter's hands, moving the fingers around, tracing the lines on the palms.

Carlton took a deep breath in, relishing in Shawn's scent. It was a mix of axe body spray and — of course — pinapple. Everything was peaceful.

But, Shawn was still Shawn.

In a small voice, he said, “…hey, Lassie?”

He let out a short laugh, and said “Yes?”

“I’m hungry.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Nooo, I’m Shawn.”

“Spencer.”

"Lassidophilus"

"..Please tell me you weren't being serious."

"...nah, just messing with you."

"Good."

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okay i know this is like. super short. but i'm still getting back into writing, it's been a while. so a lot of them are gonna be short like this.

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Carlton, Take A Break

ok so overworked!lassie meets a concerned!shawn

pairing!! shassie <3

hijinks ensue//fluff

————9:50PM SBPD————

“if you spend another hour here, vick told me you’ll have to start paying rent.”

lassiter had been slumped over his desk for the past… well. shawn couldn’t exactly recall; all he knows is that this morning lassie was asleep on one of the waiting couches by the door when he came in, and god, that could NOT be comfortable.

“go home, spencer. don’t you have a crystal ball to ponder or something?”

the mildly pissed off response didn’t even compare to what carlton usually packed in terms of snappy remarks.. something was bothering him. shawn recollects himself to examine the man;

eyebags, crumpled files in the garbage can, a shaking hand wrapped around a nearly empty fountain pen, and a small downturn of lassiter’s lips.

a case had gone wrong. it had been lassiter’s fault, or so the man thought. but now he was staying up late hours and writing extra reports to compensate for this; and potentially to punish himself.

when shawn sat on the corner of the desk, lassiter couldn’t even muster the energy to scoff.. the psychic, a little downtrodden by this, snatched the pen from the other’s iron grip. shushing the protests before they started.

“shh, lassie, come on dude, when was the last time you went home?”

a fury was slowly being stoked behind tired eyes, “none of your business, spencer. if you had a real job, maybe you’d understand how people usually have to… well.. I don’t know….WORK!”

this sort of weird deflection was not dissuading shawn, if anything it was motivating him. lassie was clearly beating himself up to a degree not yet seen by spencer. one that proved dangerous to the detective’s health.

“ok buddy, I get it, you’re working hard; I can respect the hustle. but you’ve gotta see that at this point you’re not helping your prospects, only hurting them. and yourself.” shawn gathers the last few reports, almost as evidence and spreads them out in front of the man.. the handwriting is sloppy and the sentences either run on for ages or make no sense at all.

with a huff, carlton lays back in his chair for the first time in what must be hours and begins to examine them for himself.. the expression on his face slowly morphs from stoic, to surprised, to defeated as he lets the files slip from his finger tips into the bin beneath his desk.

shawn stands at the helm of the desk and holds out his hand to the other, gesturing mildly,

to his surprise, the older man threads his callused fingers between his own.. and the palm that kisses his is warm and tender from countless hours of writing.. something shifts in shawn’s chest and he finds that it’s not entirely unpleasant..

after the shock wears off.. shawn can’t stop himself from laughing gently at the soft nature of the gesture from lassie of all people..

“i wanted your keys, carlton.”

the detective seems a little shocked at his own actions, if not a bit pink at the realization of what exactly he just did. perhaps he would’ve put up more of a fight about shawn driving his car if he didn’t want to immediately change the subject.

removing his hand from it’s subconsciously executed hold, he digs his keys out from his internal suit pocket and lays them in the palm of the psychic’s hand.

“you need my address..?” carlton seriously doubts that shawn does but it feels almost courteous to ask..

“no, I’ve read your personal file.”

of course he had.

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