#Shawn fan fiction

[shawnxstyles]

hii are you taking requests rn? if you are could you pls pls do some hcs of shawn during sex if that’s okay hahaha like anything’s fine. i just feel like i haven’t seen shawn content like anywhere that much for a while so some hcs would be nice. if not it’s okay. i love your work keep it upppp :)

shawn head-cannons #1 (smut)

note: i haven’t posted for shawn in a longgg time even though i have requests. i’m taking a break from work right now, so why not just do this one real quick? enjoy!

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➪ firstly, shawn loves touching you. his hands always find their way around your waist, holding yours, massaging your shoulders, etc.

➪ shawn loves kissing your neck and whispering into your ears. he likes to be as close as possible to hear your breath pick up. he loves to hear the effect he has on you.

➪ shawn ALWAYS makes sure you come first. the way you whimper as your orgasm approaches drives him fucking crazy. sometimes he’ll make you come more than once. raw and sore until you’re begging him to stop

“again.” “but shawn—” “just one more, baby. i know you can. need to taste you.”

➪ sometimes when he wakes up before you, he just HAS to get a taste. he loves to lick every inch inside and outside of your folds. you usually grapple onto his curls as you wake up until your fingers are entangled. your trembling and shaky grasp always makes him dizzily horny.

➪ when his fingers are deep inside your cunt, he keeps a slow, taunting pace. he edges you by removing one of his three fingers. you would whine into the air until he gave in, thrusting into you with a vicious hand.

➪ shawn’s name is muscle memory on your tongue. the second his hands are on you and making you feel bliss, you’re chanting his name like a mantra into the air. nothing boosts his ego like your needy sounds for him.

“shawn, fuck, oh my god.” “so pretty with my name in your mouth.”

➪ when you’re desperate and needy, shawn will egg you on until you’re begging for his cock.

➪ he tries his hardest to be stern, but he’s really a big softie, and will give you whatever you wanted in time.

➪ shawn pushes himself into you with his long cock, stretching you out until you’re blind with dizziness. his strokes are slow, making you feel every inch of him a million times more.

➪ each rock is eye-rolling; a fire igniting in the pits of your stomach every time. when he rests his hand on the hidden bulge of your tummy, you squeal and clench around him.

➪ he loves watching your face as you come; scrunched eyes and eyebrows, back arching, and hands scratching.

“you’re so pretty when you come, baby.”

➪ and of course, shawn makes sure to leave his marks are you. sore bruises around your neck, breasts, and thighs. yes, he might be a softie for you, but you’re his. and everyone needs to know that.

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i hope i did this right?? i’ve never done head-cannons beforeee

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[thisnightissparkling089]

I can't help but think that Wesley and Angela's daughter as a teenager would be the spitting image of Jenna Ortega👀

#chenford #the rookie #angela lopez #wesley evers #alyssa diaz #shawn ashmore #jenna ortega #fan fiction #the rookie fanfic #fanfiction #wopez

[take-taker-taken]

For @theundertakeriscoming - a little bit of HBTaker fluff.

Movie Night

“C‘mon, everything’s ready to go in here!”

Taker shakes his head with a smile as he runs the damp cloth over the countertop. Shawn loves it when they have a movie night - setting up the room, planning what they’re going to watch, organising snacks… He walks into the living room and there’s his blue-eyed boy, curled up on the couch beneath a blanket. One arm pokes out, aiming the remote at the TV as he turns and grins.

“We’re starting with Karate Kid!” He says excitedly. “Get under,” he adds, flipping back the blanket.

Taker snags the popcorn and sinks on to the couch, balancing the bowl on the arm of the sofa until he’s comfortable and the blanket is tucked around them both. Shawn nods in satisfaction and then hits play before diving his hand into the bowl that’s been relocated to his partner’s lap. He wriggles a bit as if to settle himself deeper into the couch cushions and then rests his head against Taker’s arm.

They pass comments to one another as the story unfolds and they only make it to twenty minutes in before Taker’s hand slides along the back of the couch and he starts to gently massage the back of Shawn’s neck. The smaller man moans softly, enjoying the attention and then he turns his head and kisses along Taker’s jawline, breathing in the clean masculine scent of his skin. Shawn sighs happily as he’s pulled in closer to his lover’s body and held tight as lips seek out lips and then it’s soft, lazy little smooches with no real purpose other than for the sheer joy of it. There’s the occasional deeper kiss with tongues gently stroking together but lust isn’t the aim here and so they enjoy the ebb and flow, never becoming breathless but floating calmly in their warm sea of contentment.

“We’re supposed to be watching the movie,” Shawn murmurs eventually. “Movie night, remember?”

“Sorry,’ Taker says and there’s no flippancy to his reply. He draws back until just the tips of their noses are touching. “Just so cozy, and you taste so good.”

“Mmm, you too. Popcorn and chocolate,” He adds with a soft smile.

“Hey, this is one of your favourite scenes,” Taker says as a fight breaks out on screen. Shawn turns his attention back to the movie and the big man can’t help but smile as he feels the blonde tense a few times in reaction to what’s taking place. He cuddles Shawn - now sprawled half across his lap - close as the rest of the film plays out, stroking a hand gently through his hair until the final credits start to scroll.

“What’s next?” He asks, gently manoeuvring Shawn back into an upright position.

Shawn grins. “Figured we’d go old school… it’s The Birds.”

It’s Taker’s turn to smile - trust Shawn to queue up his favourite. “I’ll go make a fresh batch of popcorn, shall I?”

“Uh huh. And can you bring me back a soda? Cherry flavour?”

Taker nods but says, “You know that stuff turns your lips unnaturally pink, right?”

Shawn shrugs. “We’re home alone, it’s dark.” He gives his partner a cheeky wink as he adds, “And you can always try kissing it all off?”

Taker gazes down into twinkling blue eyes and quirks a brow. “I’ll be right back with it. Don’t let my spot under that blanket get cold.”

TTT

#the undertaker #undertaker #this character lives in my head rent free #shawn michaels #hbtaker #fan fiction #undertaker x shawn michaels #undertaker fanfic #Shawn Michaels fanfic #TTT Tumblr Asks

[figsandfandoms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Psych (TV 2006) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Juliet O'Hara/Shawn Spencer Characters: Shawn Spencer, Juliet O'Hara Additional Tags: Fluff, Post-Break Up, Post-Episode: s07e07 Deez Nups (Psych TV 2006), Inspired by an Amy Shark Song Summary:

Juliet asks Shawn the tough questions. Can he answer truthfully? Written for the Psych Creation Fest using the prompt "Inspired by an Amy Shark song". i Used the song "i got you" as the inspiration.

#psych creation fest #shules #shawn x juliet #shules fanfiction #psych fan fiction #inspired by amy shark

[runilafancasts]

Fan Cast: Raiders From the Sea - Lois Johnson (Viking Quest, 1)

Briana "Bree" O'Toole - Amybeth McNulty Devin O'Toole - Art Parkinson Mikkel - Ty Simpkins Hauk - Shawn Ashmore Nola - Susan Lynch

#fan cast #historical fiction #Christian fiction #middle grade #runilafancasts #amybeth mcnulty #art parkinson #ty simpkins #shawn ashmore #susan lynch #viking quest #lois walfrid johnson #raiders from the sea

[aestheticsyoutubers]

shawn mccomb, shawnmccomb ↳ i read the (er0t1c) bee movie fan fiction so you don't have to 🐝😵

#he's strokin his stinger!!!!!!! #shawn mccomb #shawnmccomb #i read the (er0t1c) bee movie fan fiction so you don't have to 🐝😵 #aestheticsyoutubers #youtuber aesthetics #aesthetics #youtube #THE BEE IS JERKING OFF!!!

[hext00ns]

Psychic Who Cried Sick {@sicktember}

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Ships: Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer, Burton "Gus" Guster & Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter & Shawn Spencer, Juliet O'Hara & Shawn Spencer 

Rating: T

Warnings: Poisoning, Attempted Murder

Description: Shawn takes a case that no one believes in. He has to wonder if they’ll believe him if he winds up dead.

{Sicktember 2022 Day 7: A Cry For Attention}

-- Santa Barbara, 1985 --

Young hands grabbed at the discarded mail as discreetly as he could. His eyes scanned over one of the letters taking in all the information he needed. He ran back to the kitchen, keeping an eye out for his father all the while. He reached for the scissors to use as a makeshift letter opener and started on the seal.

“Shawn!”

The voice startled him. He shoved the scissors back into their place and the letter behind his back. He spun on his heels to look up at his father. “Yeah dad?”

Henry fully came into the kitchen and looked down at the child with a disapproving eye. “What do you have behind your back?”

“Nothing,” Shawn tried to mumble, knowing full well he’d already been caught.

“Hand it over, now.” Henry opened his palm out to his son.

Shawn sighed and gave the envelope up.

“Why the hell were you trying to open this? This isn’t even addressed to you.”

“You were just gonna throw it away!” Shawn retorted.

“So? That doesn’t mean you can just open someone else’s mail. That’s illegal, Shawn. Not to mention potentially dangerous. You don't know what could be in one of these. Curiosity killed the cat, kid.”

“Yeah, but satisfaction brought him back.”

Henry frowned. “Don’t be a smart ass. That’s not how the real world works. Why do you want this junk mail anyways?”

“It’s a credit card offer,” Shawn stated. “I wanted to pull the glue off the cards.”

-- Santa Barbara, Present Day --

Trying to convince a building full of officers that your client was being targeted while having next to no evidence was kinda impossible. Shawn knew that. He knew this was not going to be an easy task. He also knew that ‘impossible’ was just a word and Shawn wasn’t interested in dictionaries. He, instead, was electing to ignore the perceived meaning of the word learned through 30 decades of language context clues.

That’s what led him to his new career as a bodyguard. Who cared about detectives anyways. Bodyguards were what the chicks digged these days. Not that anyone could know he was a bodyguard. That would defeat the whole point of trying to catch this unknown stalker in the act.

Instead, he made flirtatious comments to Juliet and Lassiter about his sexy new job and let Gus know that a ride home wasn’t needed. Once his bases were covered he was off.

Mitchel Collins’ apartment was pretty average. It was definitely cleaner than Shawn’s but nothing too interesting of note to make of it. A second of observation told Shawn all he needed to know about the guy. For one, he still wasn’t over his last girlfriend. Though, to be fair, that one didn’t look much like it was his fault. A return address on a letter reading ‘Shanghai’ was a pretty good indicator that the relationship ended on a mutual understanding.

He also could tell that Mitchel was preparing the house for a cat but that the animal hadn’t arrived yet. The new bag of unopened cat food and a half-set-up litter box told that story clear as day.

Mitchel was a normal, if kinda lonely, dude.

What wasn’t normal, however, was the way he had his eye glued to his peep hole the moment the door was shut.

“Expecting someone?”

“Hell no,” was the gruff response.

Shawn made sure to jot down ‘paranoid’ in his mental notes. Though, he couldn’t really blame the guy. After all, paranoia is a pretty understandable response to three attempted murders.

Well, seven if you counted the four individual attempted poisonings all from the same restaurant. (Which Shawn was but Gus was not. Seven sounded cooler.)

The unfortunate part of the attempts on his life were that none left any trace of evidence. Nothing that made it seem like more than a couple freak accidents. Not even the restaurant incidents. None of the workers that Mitchel had seen those days he recognized. Not to mention that the three poisonings were spread out by a week or two between them. As for Shawn’s own looking into things, he also couldn’t sniff out anything weird.

As far as the police were concerned, they were just mishaps in the kitchen. Shawn called them attempted poisonings because that’s what Mitchel had called them when he was crying in the middle of the Psych office. In reality, even that was a bit of a stretch. What it had actually been was someone had left nuts in his order. Albeit, Mitchel was deathly allergic to nuts and already one of those three occasions had caused him to need an epipen (which, thankfully he had on his person at the time). However, it all still was much too circumstantial for the big boys in blue.

That was why Mitchel had come to Shawn. And that was why, if Shawn was to get any headway on this case, he would need to see the next attempt personally.

“Stop glaring out your peephole like that. Some poor children are gonna think Mr. Wilson lives here.”

Mitchel pulled himself from his door and gave Shawn a weary look. With a sigh he finally walked away completely and fell onto his couch. “Are you sure this is gonna work? I mean, what if-“

“Mitchie, baby,” Shawn cut him off. He stood before the couch with his arms crossed. “It’ll be fine. Remember, you have a world class psychic with you now. I’ll know where the next attempt is coming from before even the murderer does.” Shawn put his hands on his hips and gave the room another look around. “Now uhh, you got anything to drink? The spirits are parched.”

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Shawn followed Mitchel around all day. Nothing seemed to really happen. Not even an odd word from a coworker or a strange phone call with a Darth Vader impersonator. It was all quiet.

Gus had already given his opinion on the case when Mitchel had first walked in. Gus had agreed with the police. Decided the guy was a clinical paranoid and needed a therapist, not a psychic. Even chalked the incidents at the restaurant to being that the place just sucks. (Apparently, Gus also had bad run-ins at Uncle Yum’s Hot Spot. From Gus’ retelling, the place had a bad rep with messing up orders. However, Shawn would also point out a place called ‘Uncle Yum’s Hot Spot’ probably isn’t best known for its spectacular service. Also, Gus had only gone there once. Mitchel had gone there practically twice a week or more for months since he moved to Santa Barbara.)

Either way, it seemed both Gus and the police had all decided their opinions both on the case as a whole and on Mitchel himself. At this point it wasn’t even worth calling his father to try and get another perspective on the matter. He was sure Henry would just parrot the same.

But Shawn was sure there was something more here. From what he could tell, Mitchel didn’t have a history of paranoia and he definitely didn’t have a history of cartoonishly Donald Duck-like bad luck. It was all tied together. It had to be. A clinically paranoid person wouldn’t go to a bunch of strangers looking for help. A restaurant, no matter how bad, would be hard pressed to fuck up so bad so often and with the same guy. Shawn had even looked into the place’s history. Their service wasn’t the best, like he’d expected, but they’d never caused anyone to die.

As for the other two times: Mitchel’s apartment almost burning down during the night by his stove and a car attempting to run him off the road. Both could easily be seen as accidents as well. However, Shawn knew for a fact, both by word of mouth and by observation, that Mitchel couldn’t cook. His own words even confirmed that he was terribly bad at it. The ramen packs in his kitchen and take-out boxes in the trash only helped the case.

The car off the road really could have been an accident. Shawn couldn’t see any evidence on Mitchel’s car to suspect foul play at least on that end. And since he hadn’t been there to witness the event, he really couldn’t be sure what had happened that night. As far as Shawn knew, it really could have been an accident. However, with the other ‘accidents’ seeming to be anything but, Shawn was hard pressed to disbelieve Mitchel’s recount of the event.

But that was where the problem really was. All these events really did seem circumstantial. There was no hard evidence that Shawn could dig up to help the situation. It was as if he were going after a ghost. But Shawn didn’t believe in ghosts and every time he was sent out after one he always came back with a suspect instead of a spirit.

But this time there were no suspects. Not even the unenthused servers at Uncle Yum’s had anything to hide from what he could tell. Shawn could only really hope that his time with Mitchel would produce anything even somewhat close to a lead.

The mysterious perpetrator had to slip up eventually. Their patience had to be wearing thin with every botched attempt. Shawn was banking on that being the case. It was all he had to go on. It was either that or he could leave and wait for the day Mitchel’s body showed up in the coroner’s office.

When nothing happened the whole day, Shawn stayed the night. When nothing happened during the night, Shawn walked out to help Mitchel get the mail. A large package was there for him along with a couple of letters. Mitchel grabbed the box and Shawn the letters to walk it all back to his place.

While they walked back, Shawn looked through the mail out of nothing more than boredom. Four letters. Two were credit card offers, one a bill, and the last one was hand written. The last one caught Shawn’s attention the most.

The return address said ‘Shanghai’ but there was something off about it. The handwriting was wrong. It wasn’t the same as the other letters Mitchel had lovingly kept. However, it did look familiar.

When they got into the apartment Mitchel went to work opening the box. Some cat scratch thing he’d bought off Amazon. Meanwhile, Shawn placed the other three letters on the kitchen counter before stepping into the living room, away from Mitchel with the last one.

He examined it for a moment. The letter was sealed up perfectly. No holes or divots anywhere. The handwriting still looked oddly familiar, but Shawn couldn’t pin it at the moment. He also knew for a fact it wasn’t the ex in Shanghai. As close as the mailer wanted to get it, it wasn’t it. The letter felt off. There was definitely paper inside but something else too. Shawn fingered it a bit before deciding on some kind of powder.

Any reasonable person wouldn’t open this letter. Any reasonable person would probably take it to the cops first and let them handle it. However, Shawn was the most unreasonable person anyone who’d met him had ever met. And also, he had a point to prove to the SBPD and he was going to prove it.

When Shawn opened the letter a puff of powder practically exploded in his face. He coughed and tried to waft it away with his hand. Yeah, that was about what he expected. He maneuvered the letter so not to spill anymore of the powder but to get the paper out and unfold it.

“What the hell was that?” Mitchel asked as he walked towards Shawn.

“Old lady nose powder,” Shawn responded as he looked at the paper. It was blank. Completely empty save for some of the powder that had gotten stuck on it.

“Old lady- what?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Shawn folded the paper back up and sealed the letter. He folded it and shoved it into his pocket before spinning to look at Mitchel with a smile. He put his hand to his head and said, “What you should worry about is the intense psychic vibe that I just got.”

“About what?” Mitchel clambered to grab at Shawn’s arm. Desperation laced his voice along with fear. “Is it about my murderer? Is he gonna strike again?”

Shawn closed his eyes to up the dramatics and hummed out. “Mmmm, yes. Yes it is! The spirits, they’re speaking to me through the old lady nose powder.”

Mitchel gave Shawn’s arm a hard shake. “What are they saying?”

Shawn opened his left eye to look at Mitchel. “For one they’re saying to get off my arm.”

Mitchel looked from Shawn to his own hands before snapping back and letting go. He mumbled out a “sorry.”

Shawn closed his eye again and continued to have his ‘vision’. “They’re saying… they’re saying… please spirits! Speak to me! You must speak louder! Ah-ha!”

“What? What is it?”

Shawn snapped open his eyes and looked at Mitchel. “The spirits are calling me to the police station. You need to drive me there immediately. All the evidence we need will be revealed to us then.”

That was all it took to have Mitchel scramble for his keys and practically drag Shawn to the car.

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Shawn was pretty close on the mark. Whatever had really been in that letter was starting to take effect right as they were turning the corner to the police station’s parking lot. His muscles began to tighten and stiffen in unnatural ways. It was slow and unnoticeable for now. But the pain was what was really getting to him. His body felt like wet pop rocks were being thrown at him. Left to sizzle and snap against his skin.

By the time they parked, the sizzling was morphing into burning, with each intense clutch of muscle. Shawn and Mitchel quickly got out of the car and started towards the building when the muscle in Shawn’s calf clenched hard and made him drop to the asphalt.

“Shawn!” Mitchel cried and grabbed his arm to try and pull him back up. “What the hell was that?”

“The spirits,” Shawn croaked out through the pain. “They’re pretty pissed off.”

“Seems like it. Can you walk?”

“Theoretically,” Shawn responded before pulling away from Mitchel and continuing on.

Getting up the steps was way harder than it should have been. Shawn was pretty sure he was on a time limit. It was now or never.

He slammed open the doors to the precinct and gave a howl of anguish. It was only half fake as the muscle in his neck cinched up painfully and made his head throw back.

Those in the building looked at him for a moment before realizing who he was and going back to their normal work. It was kinda disheartening actually. Honestly, a guy takes the time out of his day not only to do their job but make it entertaining and all they can do is shrug it off. Shawn would feel insulted if he wasn’t probably dying. He made the mental note to be mad about it later.

He locked eyes with Juliet and Lassiter before quickly making a beeline for them. Mitchel followed close behind.

“Jules! Lassie!” Shawn called right as another spasm blasted through his side, causing him to falter in his stride as well as make a call of pain.

Juliet reached out a hand to grab Shawn’s arm and keep him upright. “Shawn are you okay?”

“He’s fine,” Lassiter grumbled with an eye roll. “Unless you count idiocy as a clinical issue.”

“I’ll have you know that my chronic dumbassery is none of your business, Detective.”

Lassiter only gave another hard roll of his eyes and turned back to his work. “Go away Spencer. We don’t have time for your antics.”

“But the spirits! They- Arugh!” Shawn was cut off by another call of pain as his arm muscle clinched hard.

“Shawn, are you hurt?” Juliet asked, clearly worried about her friend.

“He’s just looking for attention,” Lassiter hissed out, accusatorily. “And he can look for it elsewhere. We got a missing persons on our desk and an upset mother in our ear. Now is not the time for-“

“This!” Shawn called out as he pulled out the letter.

Juliet went to grab it but Shawn pulled back. “No! The spirits! They tell me it’s too dangerous! You need-“ he was cut off by another bout of pain and a grunt of anguish. His muscles felt like they were on fire. His face was burning as well. He was sure he looked just about as bad as he felt. “It’s poisoned!”

“What? Like the accidental peanuts in Collins’ take out?” Lassiter scoffed. “Please, Spencer. Stop trying to bring empty evidence to us.”

“Would you shut up and listen to me!” Shawn yelled back.

His yell surprised everyone in the room, including himself. They were now looking at him with full attention.

Shawn was about to take that to his advantage but was quickly cut off when the muscles in his legs tightened and caused them to give out under him. He fell to the ground, hard. Practically taking Juliet with him.

“It’s poisoned,” Shawn finally forced out. “The letter is poisoned. Some kinda powder.” He needed more than that. He wasn’t sure how much speaking ability was left in him. He also felt his consciousness was limited just the same. He had to think.

Shawn flipped through everything he had for this case. Everything he’d seen, everyone he’d talked to. He landed on the handwriting. It was different. It wasn’t the Shanghai ex. She wouldn’t do this to Mitchel anyways. He knew they were both still in love with each other. That was obvious by the letters themselves.

But this letter wasn’t sent by her. So then who sent it. Who was trying to kill Mitchel.

Then he got it. It flashed into his memory and it compared the two. There was a chance he was wrong but it was still better than nothing.

“Uncle Yum’s!” Shawn grunted out. It was getting harder to think through the pain. “The menu! The handwriting on this letter is the same. Check the, the menu,” that was all he could get out before finally dropping the rest of the way to the ground.

He heard the deaf calls of his name. But that was it. Then everything was gone.

---

When Shawn woke up his body felt stiff. It sucked a lot, actually. He started to shift around to try and ease the feeling. He wanted to go back to sleep. Honestly, he didn’t sleep much at Mitchel’s place and he was hoping to get some of that back.

He was pulled away from his nap even more when he heard his name being called. He opened his eyes and looked up to the person keeping him from his beauty sleep.

Gus was looking down at him, eyes full of worry and relief all at once.

Shawn looked at him for a moment as the events came back to him. “Oh my god,” he mumbled. “It’s Morgan Freeman. I really am in heaven.”

Gus frowned at that. “Really, Shawn? Jokes on your deathbed?”

“Not a deathbed if I’m not dead.”

“You damn well could’a been,” Gus hissed back. “Also I’m taking the Morgan Freeman comment as a compliment.”

“As you should,” Shawn responded as he pulled himself into a sitting position. “Any man would. I just compared you to one of the smoothest voices in all the English language.”

“You know that’s right,” Gus agreed with a sharp nod. He sat back down in the chair beside Shawn’s bed. The joke had the desired effect of both proving Shawn was okay and calming Gus down out of whatever panic he’d probably been in since he arrived.

Shawn finally took a moment to examine its surroundings. He obviously was in a hospital. Which sucked. Shawn hated hospitals. He had one of those big breathing assistant masks on. Lame. He also noted the IV stabbed into his wrist. He decided everything chalked up to a good ‘fuck this’.

Shawn made quick work of pulling off the breathing assistant and wiping a hand down his face.

“Shawn,” Gus started, clearly not having any of it. “What are you doing?”

“Getting the hell outta here,” Shawn explained as he made a move for the IV.

Gus quickly reacted by grabbing his arm and holding it back. “Shawn, don’t you dare pull that out.”

The detective let out a loud groan. “Gus! I’m fine. Besides, I have a case to finish solving.”

“You are not ‘fine’, Shawn!” Gus hissed out. “You nearly died! You’ve been out for almost two days! Do you even know what you inhaled?”

“Poison. Duh.”

Gus frowned harder at that.

“Gus, please, you’re going to get wrinkles worse than my father if you keep looking at me like that.”

“You’re probably the reason he has those wrinkles.”

“You wound me.” He looked up at his partner with faux hurt, putting his free hand on his chest. “Besides, I’m pretty sure my father was born a crotchety old man.”

“This is serious, Shawn. You had strychnine poisoning.”

“What is that, like the pain medicine?”

“That’s anodyne,” Gus hissed out. “Strychnine is a poison that causes muscle spasms and paranoia. And in severe cases like yours, can be fatal.”

“Ah, but it wasn’t,” Shawn smiled up at him. “And isn’t that what we should be focused on here?”

“No, it’s not. Do you even realize you-“ Gus was cut off when he noticed Shawn’s eyes dart directly to the door. Gus turned his head to follow the line of vision and saw Lassiter standing in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Yes,” Gus started.

“No,” Shawn responded immediately after, cutting him off.

Gus sent Shawn a glare.

Lassiter looked between the two of them before signing out, “Right.” He let himself step more into the room. “Listen, Spencer, I wanted to-“

“Gus!” Shawn called out, interrupting the detective. “Go down to the kitchen and see if they have any pineapple.”

“Oh hell no,” Gus began to argue. “The second I leave you’re gonna make a break for it.”

“Lassie is right here,” Shawn said, gesturing to the other. “I doubt he’d let me scamper off any.”

Gus matched Shawn’s gaze for a moment. Almost as if a silent battle of wills was going off between them. Finally, Gus frowned and said, “Fine. But if you get out that bed before I get back or a doctor tells you to, I will kill you myself, Shawn.”

“Love you too, buddy!” Shawn called out after him as he left. Shawn watched him leave out the door and waited a moment before immediately pulling out the IV from his arm.

“Spencer!” Lassiter hissed out.

“Oh calm down, Lassie,” Shawn sighed as he got up from the bed and started to look around.

“Guster just threatened you with death and you’re still going against both him and the doctors?” Lassiter crossed his arms and gave the other an unimpressed look.

“I don’t do hospitals,” Shawn said as he finally found his clothes. “Gus should know better than to leave me alone in them. If anything, it’s his fault for believing me.”

Shawn started to strip off the hospital gown to throw his actual clothes back on.

Lassiter made a sound of surprise before looking away.

“I don’t mind if you look.”

“Yeah, well, I do. Couldn’t you have gone into the bathroom to do that?”

“Absolutely not. This way if a nurse walks in she’ll either be scared off from embarrassment or will be so enraptured by my masculine wiles that she’ll be mesmerized giving us time for our escape.”

“And if it’s a man?”

“Same 50-50,” Shawn finished buttoning his pants and looked to the other. “I’m decent, mother.”

Lassiter turned back to face him but not without a scowl on his face. “You really should stay.”

“Don’t start that. I’m trying to get out of here before Henry gets here. Now come on,” he said, starting for the door. But not before a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Shawn looked back at Lassiter. An unreadable expression on the detective's face.

“Spencer, we need to talk.”

Shawn gave a groan. He pulled his arm back and crossed them. “Fine, fine. But make it quick. I really am trying to bolt before my father or Gus find me.”

“The tip you gave us at the police station.”

Shawn’s posture became less defensive at that, now fully listening.

“You were right. We went to that dinner and got a warrant to search the worker who does the menu art on the boards.”

Shawn sat back against the bed as he listened.

“Turns out it was a man named James Cox. His fiancé apparently was an old ex of Collins’ who’d been trying to get back in touch with him recently.”

Shawn nodded in understanding. “Not wanting some guy to be an issue with his relationship he goes in to kill him and try and make it look like an accident.”

“Doesn’t stop there,” Lassiter informed. “Collins had apparently scammed the woman out of about three hundred dollars after they split ways.”

“Well. Didn’t see that one coming. Guessing Cox still isn’t very happy with Mitch.”

“Pretty much.”

There was a small pause as Shawn flicked through the information just given to him and the information he already had. Making sure each piece was accounted for. “Just in case, you might wanna keep an eye on Mitchel. Still can’t be sure if the fiancé was in on it or not.”

“I’ve got a guy on that already. Cox admitted to it all, but we’re still on the cautious side of things. O’Hara is looking into the fiancé.”

Shawn nodded. “Well!” He slapped his leg and stood back up. “Since all that's done. Guess I’ll see you-“

“Stop.”

Shawn looked at him.

“We aren’t done talking. Sit.”

Shawn sat back down with a frown.

“You could have died.”

“But I didn’t.”

“But you could have,” Lassiter hissed out. “What part of that do you not understand? Why did you open that letter? Why didn’t you just bring it to us? If you knew what was in it and who sent it-“

“I didn’t know at the time. At least not for sure.”

“Oh, I see, so you wanted to test to make sure it was actually poisoned?”

“Duh.”

“Spencer!” Lassiter shouted in surprise.

“What! You wouldn’t have believed me if I’d brought it in!”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do!” Shawn leapt back to his feet, giving Lassiter an accusatory glare. “You didn’t believe Mitchel when he came to you begging for help cause someone was trying to kill him.”

“That’s because he didn’t have any kind of real evidence.”

“And what about me, huh? Why didn’t you believe me? Why don’t you ever believe me?”

“How can I? All you ever do is lie!”

Shawn wanted to argue that. But he knew even that would be a lie in itself. Instead, he said, “Every lie is built off a kernel of truth. Didn’t you learn anything from Ryan?”

“This isn’t about Ryan. This is about you. You’re not Ryan.”

“Funny that you’d say the same thing my dad did during that case,” Shawn signed out with an almost humored voice. “Especially since you’re the two people who seem to trust me the least.” He shook his head before looking back up to meet Lassiter’s eyes. “Fine. I lie. But there’s always a kernel. I’m not against you, Lassie. You don’t believe I’m psychic. But at least believe that I know what I’m doing and that I’m right.” Shawn looked around the room for a moment before realizing all his things were already in his pocket. “I always am,” he added on before making his way to the door.

Lassiter followed after him. “You’re not ‘always right’. You screw up just as much as the rest of us,” he argued. Clearly not done with this conversation like Shawn wanted him to be.

“I get there eventually. I was right about this case wasn’t I?”

“That doesn’t change the fact of what you did. And you can’t just leave, Spencer, stop!” He hissed and grabbed Shawn’s arm, stilling him right before the elevators.

Shawn gave an annoyed groan. He really wasn’t feeling up to the whole ‘cat and mouse’ shtick. “I’ll drink some charcoal when I get home, will that make you feel better?”

“Hardly.”

Shawn pulled his arm back and turned on his heel to look at the detective. “Carlton Lassiter, if I didn’t know any better I’d almost say you sound worried about me.”

Lassiter frowned at that, but didn’t give a response.

“Look, I was right. I got the guy and I survived. I’d like to call that a usual win for me and go home to get some Doritos.”

“You survived this time,” Lassiter pointed out harshly. “You keep running head first into stuff like this and there’s no telling what will happen to you. And I’ll tell you this right now, Spencer.” The detective stepped as close as he could to the other without touching. He made sure their eyes met before continuing. “I refuse to be the one who makes that call to Henry.”

Shawn’s mouth opened as if he was to respond, but he had nothing. He only looked between Lassiter’s eyes for the second they were there before the detective turned and walked off. Shawn watched him leave down the hall. Any arguments or rebuttals having completely died on his tongue.

Shawn didn’t linger for long. He really did hate hospitals and wanted to get out of there as soon as he could. When he walked out the elevator and onto the first floor, Gus was right there turning the corner.

“Shawn!” he called out, running up to him. A bowl of, most likely canned, peaches in his hand. “What the hell did I say about getting out of that bed.”

Shawn looked to him and plastered back on a faux pout. “And what about my pineapple, Gus? Those are peaches. And not even fresh ones.”

“Stop whining, Shawn. This was all they had. Are you still sick? Do you still have a fever?” Gus reached a hand up to Shawn’s forehead, only for the other to swat it away.

“How many times do I have to say ‘I’m fine’ before someone actually believes me?”

“Until you stop trying to get yourself killed,” Gus responded pointedly. He finally shoved the peaches off to Shawn who took them and, despite his complaints, did begin to eat them. “What did Lassiter want?”

“He wanted me to tell my dad about a sale at the Bass Shop going on right now,” he said as he popped a peach in his mouth and started towards the exit. “Oh and also so I could rub a healthy serving of ‘I told you so’ in his face over the Collins case. Which, I’ll spare you from if you give me a lift to my apartment.”

Gus only rolled his eyes but didn’t complain when Shawn crawled into his passenger seat.

Shawn pulled out his phone to messages from Juliet.

‘Heard you’re okay’

‘Come see me when you get a chance’

‘Lassiter too if you can’

‘He’s been really worried about you’

Shawn frowned and closed his phone. “Actually, Gus. Swing by the station for a second first.”

#psych #psych usa #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #burton gus guster #juliet o'hara #sickfic #sicktember #sicktember 2022 #fan fic #fan fiction #mywriting

[connordavidscamera]

The CONtent is coming back!!

#connor brashier #connor brashier x reader #connor brashier fanfiction #connor brashier imagine #connor brashier imagines #connor brashier x y/n #connor brashier blurb #shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fan fiction #wonder the world tour #wonder the tour

[buysomecheese]

Guys don't tell him but I have the biggest crush on Shawn Hunter....

#realistically I'm straight but for fiction I'm the most bisexual guy in the entire world #for Shawn Hunter I'm twirling my hair and giggling #ESPECIALLY s4 ep15 OMFGS. VERONICA. #gods bro this show...... #one of my friends' friends is also a BMW fan and my friend told my acquaintance that I like BMW and she apparently said #'yeah but I bet he likes it in a gay way' #AND LIKE SHE'S RIGHT. BUT. #HELLO??? #(she's queer but also Extremely allistic so simply she does not watch shows like I do. ADHD w/o ASD and ASD w/o ADHD FIGHT) #(also she's queer but she likes BMW in a 'straight' way ig?? whatever it was silly to hear about) #and like no she's right I have a self-insert because I'm in gay love with Shawn Hunter. I have a self-insert bc Cory Matthews is my bestie. #like that is a gay way to like something #we also haven't talked in a Good While I was taken aback by her clocking me like that lmao

[panye]

fic post: don’t know where it starts, but it ends with you and me

Explicit | 5.9k | Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes

“I guess I should go call the restaurant,” Shawn says and hasn’t made eye contact with Niall again. “This is so humiliating.” “Wait,” Niall grabs his hand as he’s reaching for his phone. “What if… what if I take you?”  Or, Shawn's date cancels on him at the last minute, and his roommate Niall volunteers to go with him anyway.

#hiii again!!! #i wrote another shiall fic #please check it out if youd like!! #shawn and niall #shiall #hendes #fic post #fan fic post #1d fic #1d fan fiction #1d #love ya #these were my inspo photos lol #1d rare pairs #1d rare pair #rare pairs

[shawnxstyles]

shawn mendes

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↳ summary: while shawn is struggling to write a new song for his album, you’re hesitant to move to the next stage of your relationship.

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[multifandomworldsposts]

ABOUT ME + WHO I WRITE ABOUT + MASTERLIST 🪩🫶🏻

my name is cassy, my pronouns is she/her, i’m a fan of a bunch of humans including fictional humans :))

WHO I WRITE ABOUT

Elvis Presley (& his characters)

Austin Butler (& his characters)

Top Gun Maverick

Teen Wolf

Top Gun

The Vampire Diaries

Outerbanks

The Outsiders

Harry Styles

Shawn Mendes

DC

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80s/90s actors (ur choice)

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The Night We Met - JJ Maybank

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

That Damn Cadillac - Rafe Cameron

POV: ur dating Pope Hayward

dating jj maybank would include…

taking care of him - JJ Maybank

dating John B would include....

Our Little Secret - JJ Maybank

POV: ur dating JJ Maybank

You're The Love Of My Life - Pope Hayward

At The Beach House - Rafe Cameron

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Love Story - Aquaman

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Trouble - Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

We Met In Tampa - Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

POV: ur dating Austin Butler

fais moi l’amour - Pt. 1

Top Gun/Maverick 🛩️😎🤎

The Pilot I Fell In Love With - Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky

Maverick’s Assistant - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

POV: ur dating Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

POV: ur dating Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Champagne & Sunshine - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Shawn Mendes 🎸

Confession

because i liked a boy

Teen Wolf 🐺

POV: ur dating Isacc Lahey

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The Outsiders 🚬

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My Manager's Daughter

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[figsandfandoms]

#flufftober2022 #day seventeen #Psych #Shules #shawn x juliet #psych fan fiction

[aba-daba-dooo]

I’m sure my friends on tumblr are like “why did you get so into psych? That seems uncharacteristic of you.” So allow me to explain.

I 👏 am 👏 unsatisfied 👏 with 👏 it 👏

I love things that leave me screaming that there was so much more left to explore. I hate that psych left Shawn and Henry’s relationship unresolved. I hate that there are so many little details that are just skipped over or forgotten. I hate that Shawn’s backstory is just a series of jokes and jabs. I hate how clearly gay it is! (I hate how Shawn is very clearly an actual psychic and this could have been the premise of the greatest paranormal show ever— just some idiot who doesn’t know he’s psychic!)

But I love that. I love it so much because there’s stuff to talk about. I love that I can sink my teeth into the flesh of this show and tear it apart. I love that it makes me think about copaganda and how television reflects our standards but also the veil of fiction and how we insist media be righteous. I am creatively inspired by things that are imperfect. It’s been years since I’ve really enjoyed writing. Years since I’ve enjoyed making an outfit (like what I’m wearing to psych con).

This thing is flawed and I have so much room to play with it. It’s things like this that remind me why I got into fan studies and why I’m a teacher, and it’s because I love looking at all the possibilities.

#psych #psych tv

[wrxsslin-hours]

BretShawn AU where Shawn is an actor instead of a wrestler |

a/n: No one asked for this but here it is anyways

| Bret, despite appearing on national television every Monday night, was never one to watch television himself. He attributes it to the lack of opportunity, but Owen is convinced that his brother has all the time but none of the interest. There was a time when it took Bret thirty minutes to realize Owen and Jim were discussing fictional characters in a TV series and not actual human individuals. Owen has never let Bret live that moment down.

| So, when Bret was introduced to the famous celebrity Shawn Michaels, the blonde's ego was knocked down a peg when Bret asked who he was.

| Shawn was invited over to host an episode of Monday Night Raw. Shawn happily agreed. He was a fan of wrestling ever since he was a kid, and the idea of being on WWF fulfilled a childhood wish. Shawn was instructed to wait in the gorilla but he wandered further backstage, curious.

| They first met backstage at catering, bumping into each other. Shawn turned to Bret expectantly, waiting for him to rave over his very presence like what people usually do. However, when Bret looked him over, gave a small wave, and said, “Hey there, man,” Shawn, for the first time in his life, was at a loss for words.

| “I’m Shawn.” Bret blinked, “Nice to meet you.” Shawn’s lips pursed into a pout, “Shawn Michaels,” he repeated as if it would ring any bells in Bret’s head. “The Heartbreak Kid, the Showstopper, the Icon?” Shawn continued, frustration building up as Bret continued to sink further into confusion. The Canadian’s eyes shifted to the side, “Okay…”

| Bret wasn’t blind. The man was easy on the eyes. Luscious blonde hair, blue eyes, that beauty mark right under his lashes. Shawn was gorgeous. But the more Shawn opened his mouth, Bret’s thoughts went from “beauty” to “brat”.

| Ditto, Shawn thought that Bret was the most good-looking man he’s met backstage so far. Which, when against the likes of Jimmy Del Ray and Doink, wasn’t that hard to beat. But Bret’s nonchalance toward him left a sour taste in his mouth.

| As far as Bret’s concerned, he thought this Shawn guy was some enhancement talent that had one too many chair shots on the noggin. But to his surprise, he found out that Shawn was a big-shot actor from Owen’s complaints of how Bret met him first even though he knew virtually nothing about the man.

| To Bret’s luck (If Bret would call it that), Vince sent Shawn to follow him around, much to both of their annoyance. Their relationship started off on the wrong foot, as one could clearly see. But Bret sucked up his pride and became the bigger person since it didn’t look like Shawn would be doing it any time soon.

| They tolerated their presence together. Acted like they weren’t detesting the very air they’re sharing. With Shawn being glued to Bret’s hip whenever a camera is shoved into their faces, they had no choice but to be best buddies. Barf.

| They started to warm up to one another when Bret had to teach Shawn some basic wrestling moves because, in true Vince fashion, McMahon had to pull some sort of match that involved Shawn to boost ratings.

| Shawn had to be Diesel’s manager for a championship ladder match against contender Bret Hart. After half an hour of punch-throwing, Shawn got tired of waiting and climbed the ladder himself to get the belt while Bret and Diesel were squabbling. Which made Shawn the WWF champion and through some shenanigans, Vince booked a triple threat ladder match to settle the situation once and for all.

| Diesel was all in it for the fun, Bret thought it was stupid, and Shawn just wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to die in the middle of it. Or worse: ruin his face.

| So that happened, and now Bret is teaching Shawn how to properly take a kick to the abdomen. Their training went well, Shawn would think. Bret would beg to differ. It took a while to have Shawn reluctantly take a bump instead of running out the ring the moment Bret charges towards him.

| "You're hitting me too hard!" "I haven't even hit you yet!"

| As much as Shawn would hate to admit it, he enjoyed his time with Bret. So much so that he and Bret practiced overtime. In the whole week they spent training, their meet-ups extended to having dinner afterwards. And by Sunday, they were glued to the hip by choice.

| Shawn enjoyed his ring gear the most, spending half their time practicing with Diesel just blinding the taller man with how shiny his entrance attire is. "You look like a disco ball." "Shut up, singlet."

| After Bret won the championship and Shawn only got out of the match with a scraped knee, Shawn wrote his telephone number on the inside of Bret’s wrist. Eager to hang out with Bret outside of work.

#shawn michaels #bret hart #wwe fanfiction #bretshawn #wwe fanfic #shawn michaels x bret hart #wwe headcanons #dividers by: cafekitsune

[alarrytale]

It seems to me that if he’d wanted his response to be at all believable maybe he should have answered the question he was being asked? Explaining that shipping is a thing, that his obvious close friendship with Harry (hey, they were all brothers in the band, right?) meant that people saw more than the reality. And that it happens all the time with ‘celebrity culture’. It wasn’t true, but fandom spaces are just that. And I might have listened to that. But he went off on conspiracies and the son who is affected by this, because he can’t use the girlfriend any more. While dismissing a large portion of his fans as fantasists. It’s not a great look, is it? And I can’t see why he or his team thought he should engage in it at all.

Hi, anon!

There are so many better ways to handle this whole situation. There is nobody who is kicking off on shipping and fandom conspiracies like he is anymore. If they are they're also gay and closeted (Hugh and Shawn). Celebrities are now embracing queer shipping, fiction and other parts of fandom culture and views is as good for engagement and sales. And it is! They even play it up to the point they're accused of queerbaiting! Because they know it sells. Both straight and queer people do it. There is no need to make a fuzz and put your foot in your mouth and come off looking like a homophobe or a stuck up person. If you encourage it, or even just let fandom do their thing, it will be good for your career.

Too bad Louis is closeted and under contracts. They made this mess years ago and now they've opened this door they don't know how to close it. There is nothing he can say to change our minds and there isn't a way he can say it without looking like a tool. But he's contractually obligated to say it to look straight and not in a relationship with Harry. But he doesn’t want to sound convincing. So he's damned if he do and damned if he don't.

#larry denials #louis image #solo louis