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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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captainsjack · 9 months

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turns out i still have some psych fics left in me :)

here's a two part series that i absolutely loved writing. they both take place simultaneously

#psych #shus #shawngus #shawn x gus #shawn/gus #fics #my writing #psych fic #shawngus fic #i love gus's pov sm if i do say so myself #i wrote these over a year ago and randomly got inspired to finish editing and post them :)#ty to all my psych besties ilysm <3 #even though i don't post much psych anymore i still enjoy seeing them on my dash and writing for them #maybe there will be more soon 👀

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gean-grey-blog · 2 months

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My first finished Psych fic

#psych #psych usa #psych fanfiction #psych fic #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #shassie #kinda #like pre-shassie

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ebp-brain · 1 year

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shawn/gus: firsts

okay. so, slightly embarrassingly, psych has become the show I watch to fall asleep to. and I am such a sucker for friends-to-lovers.

Shawn gave Gus his fireman PJs. He pretended they were a joke, but they weren’t. They’re cozy PJs, and Gus gets cold at night. Plus, they did that arson case with the fire department that one time, and Shawn is secretly a little nostalgic.

Shawn also gave Gus his copy of The Idiot’s Guide to UFO Chasing. Not because Gus is an idiot, of course, but because despite the distinct lack of actual extraterrestrials during that one case with the slightly questionable lawyer, they still both kind of believe aliens are out there.

Shawn gave Gus his first Batman action figure, and his first roll of Hubba Bubba bubble gum tape, and his first black eye, although that was an accident. He hadn’t realized scooters could go that fast on a downhill slope.

Shawn would have given Gus his first kiss, if he hadn’t thought it had to be from a girl. He’d have taken him to his first dance, asked him on his first date, if he hadn’t known they’d both be laughed out of school. He’d have been the first one to marry him, if he hadn’t been so scared of his feelings he’d run away to travel around the world and work a series of menial jobs that never lasted more than six months.

But the thing is that none of that matters now, because he’s definitely going to be the first one to propose to Gus while ziplining through the forest and over a massive ravine with a babbling creek at the bottom. He knows this partly because this is an extremely unusual location for a proposal, and partly because it was so difficult to get Gus to go ziplining that Shawn knows no one else would have managed it.

“A player doesn’t zoom through the air with only a fragile wire to stop him from plummeting to his death,” Gus had informed him. “A player keeps his feet firmly on the ground.”

But Gus agreed in the end. He’s wearing a helmet, and kneepads, and also elbow pads, like he’s going roller skating and this is the only way his mom would let him out of the house. He’s complaining nonstop about the tensile strength of the line they’ll be using, and Shawn has never loved him more.

“Come on, this is a great date,” Shawn tells him. “An adventure date!”

It’s Gus’s first time ziplining, and that’s a nice thought. It will be Gus’s first time being proposed to by Shawn, which is also a nice thought. But it’s not the firsts that are making Shawn smile as he watches Gus eye the equipment suspiciously. It’s true he might not have been Gus’s first love. But he’s damn well going to be his last.

#the last of my 3 NYE ficlets! all for new ships!#psych #psych fic #shawn x gus #my fic #earlybloomingparentheses

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martintheland-lockedmartian9 · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

“I don’t particularly want to kiss him," he admits.

Megatron shrugs. “You don't have to. You could body slam him into the floor. That should be enough intimate contact. We'd have to finagle out an argument against you doing that to every other suspect, but…"

Optimus sighs. “No, I'll do it.”

#psych fic

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wearethefandomsthatwaited · 1 year

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Vagos pt.3 - Play nice ... or not

Part 1 Lassiter? More like Assiter!

Part 2 In the Chief's office

The medic clears her after a grueling thirty minutes of anesthetic-less stitchwork — even a local anesthetic would have sufficed — ordering her to rest, and to get the wound properly looked at in the hospital. Like that’s going to happen, she thinks, pushing off from her lean on the table, thankful that her gun holster is no longer digging into her back. She moves to give Smith, who is crouched over packing his equipment, a handshake. When she notices the blood still clinging to her fingers, she thinks better of it, opting to send the medic a nod, and a quick ‘ thank you’ instead. Jewel exits the conference room to the sound of Smith whistling some Top 40’s pop song, smiling to herself when he misses a note.

She takes slow steps, eyes searching as she walks. She spots a uniform exiting the restroom, and heads that way, wanting to scrub her hands clean. The fluorescents of the bathroom do her no favors, highlighting the dark shadows under her eyes, and the even darker bruise blooming across her cheek. Jewel grimaces at her reflection, wanting nothing more than to shower the dust and grime away. She scrubs her hands, taking care to scrape blood from under her fingernails, until they’re pink from the hot water. After a moment's hesitation, she bends to wash her face, wiping the blood from her split lip, and eyebrow. She hears the thud of a utility belt being hooked on a stall, as she pats her face dry, studying herself in the mirror.

Not my best , she thinks, licking her split lip, but definitely better than all that heavy makeup . Even without last night’s makeup, she looks a far cry better than she had walking into the precinct this morning, which is saying something given the impressive black eye and bruise high on her cheekbone.

She exits the restroom with a sigh, carefully slipping back into her leather jacket as she enters the bullpen on her journey to leave. She stops in her tracks when she spots Lassiter and O’Hara working at their desks, rerouting towards them, instead. Home, well the dingy apartment she’s undercover at, and blissful sleep.. after writing up my report, of course …will have to wait. She stops in front of Lassiter’s desk, standing patiently with her hands clasped behind her back. After a moment of him ignoring her, her boot begins tapping impatiently on the tile, eyes trained on his salt and pepper hair as he bends over a file.

She bites her tongue, hard breath pushing out of her nose, before turning away. “ Carlton ,” O’Hara chides, disapprovingly at her partner. Jewel makes a step towards the female detective’s desk, before turning slightly, pausing as Lassiter finally looks up, at his partner first, then locks eyes with Jewel.

With a put-upon sigh, his narrowed eyes piercing under his furrowed brow, he finally growls, “What do you want?” Jewel scoffs. So much for trying to smooth things out , she thinks, shaking her head before fully making her way towards O’Hara’s desk, watching as Lassiter throws his arms up, out of the corner of her eye.

“Detective O’Hara,” Jewel nods amicably, projecting her voice enough that Lassiter can hear, a slight smile pulling at her split lip. “I figured it would be beneficial if the team saw the case file I’ve been putting together.” She glances at Detective Lassiter, who perks up at her words, face blank. “Would you like access to my files? I have them backed up securely online.” She and the other female detective share a smile, before O’Hara nods, moving to raise from her desk chair. “Oh no, please, sit. Sit . I’m sure you’re on your feet enough around here.” Jewel ignores the protest she can see forming on the blonde detective's kind face, opting to walk around the desk instead, so they both face the screen.

Jewel leans over, fighting a wince at the stretch, as she logs into the encrypted site, ignoring the asinine argument about breakfast cereals that Spencer and Guster are having across the desk. Personally, she thinks cocoa puffs far outshine fruit loops , but she’s not going to entertain the discussion… not outwardly anyway, she has a reputation to maintain, afterall. She prompts O’Hara to enter her work email so that she can share the files to the computer. While she’s at it, she interrupts the debate, eyes turning to Guster, “What’s your email?”

“What about mine?” Spencer questions, offended. Guster puffs out his chest, a sneer on his face as he looks from her to Spencer. The two suck their teeth at each other, much like when she first arrived this morning, before Guster punches Spencer in the arm, promptly shutting him up. The psychic , she doesn’t buy it, whines, hand clutching his bicep.

“I trust his internet security more than yours, Spencer.” Jewel hears a soft snort behind her, turning to find Assiter a few paces away, nonchalantly rifling through a filing cabinet. She rolls her eyes, turning back to the computer to share the files with the psychic duo. After a few moments of listening to Guster’s boasting over Spencer’s whining, she tunes her focus to behind her, listening to files rhythmically moving back and forth, scraping against the metal. “ Head Detective Lassiter ,” she drawls out, “would you like to deign us with your presence, and be granted access to my files?”

“Might as well,” he replies, an air of nonchalance to his deep voice, as he slams the drawer to the filing cabinet, hands empty. She’s barely brought up the sharing page, before he’s bodily forcing her out of the way, leaning past her to type in his email. The jostling causes her to bump into the desk, the connection sending a jolt of pain up her abdomen. Gritting her teeth, she hums, forcing a steadying breath through her nose. Prick .

“How bad is it,” O’Hara questions, kindly, motioning toward her stomach. Lassiter’s typing pauses for a moment as he, haughtily, glances back at Jewel, before he returns to his task. She shrugs, forcing the pain down, as she takes a step away from the Head Detective’s proximity.

“Stitching would’ve been better with some numbing cream, but a broken beer bottle can only do so much damage.”

“That is so cool,” Spencer exclaims, earning a glare from O’Hara and Guster.

Jewel chuckles around a wince. “It wasn’t cool when they smashed it on my face before stabbing me with it, but I agree…pretty cool.” They all freeze, even Assiter, turning to look at her with wide eyes. Spencer is the only one to smile back at her, offering her a fist bump, which she hesitantly returns, before he makes an explosion noise.

“Badass,” he beams, giving her a suggestive once over. She smirks back at him, before turning back to the others, who still seem perturbed.

“Oh, before I forget,” she starts, pulling out both of her phones, “I’ll need your contacts.” She steps around the desk, handing her work phone down the line, “this is the undercover one, so don’t use your full names, and please never use my name.” They finish going down the line, exchanging numbers, before she passes her second phone to repeat the process. “This is my personal, I guess, for normal working matters. I don’t carry it when undercover, so you might have to try both phones sometimes. And my name,” she air quotes, rolling her eyes, “is Gem , so it’s easy to remember, though all the bikers call me Brandy.” If it were her choice, it would have been something much cooler, but unfortunately, the ATF created the cover without her input. Maybe next time.

“Really, Gem , and Brandy ” Lassiter intones, head rolling forward over his crossed arms, dark brows raised. “ Classy .” His sarcasm is thick, a mild contempt dripping from his cold voice. “Pretty sure I’ve arrested a few of those.”

“Wasn’t my choice,” she replies, straightening to look him in the eyes, “but don’t worry Head Detective , they’re supposed to sound like stripper names, it’s my backstory,” she sneers. They glare at one another, Jewel refusing to back down to the Head Detective’s cold eyes. She feels victory blooming in her chest when an angry flush starts to spread upwards on his neck. The reverie is broken, however, when she feels a large, warm hand tap her shoulder. She sends one last narrow-eyed glare, before turning to see the tall, dark haired officer from before.

He smiles at her widely, apprehension on his face, as he holds out a disposable coffee cup. “Thought you might need this.” She takes it from him gratefully, a small smile gracing her lips at his gangly great-dane puppy energy. “I didn’t know how you take it, so I figured a cream and sugar should be safe,” he pauses, eyes widening, “unless you're lactose intolerant, oh man .”

She cuts him off before he can fret too long, sipping at the hot coffee. “It’s perfect, and surprisingly thoughtful… Officer McNabb, was it?”

He nods, extending a hand to shake, “Yup, Buzz McNabb.”

“Detective Stewart,” she smiles, “Now, McNabb, is there a firing range here? And if so, could you help a girl out and lead the way?” The officer enthusiastically nods, stepping back to allow her to grab her phones, log out of the encrypted site, and nod a goodbye.

“Shouldn’t you be going to relax,” O’Hara questions, concern in her kind blue eyes.

“That’s what I’m doing.” Jewel chuckles, shaking O’Hara’s hand before sending a wink Spencer and Guster’s way, steadfastly ignoring the Head Detective’s eyes following her. Yes , she thinks, shooting off a few rounds is just what I need to relieve some stress .

“Wow Lassie,” Guster states disapprovingly, as she walks away.

“Lassiter, you simple, lanky, irishman,” Spencer continues, voice fading as she follows McNabb away, “You talked to her for less than an hour, and she already needs to shoot things.”

Jewel chuckles around a mouthful of coffee. She can’t hear Lassiter’s reply, but can imagine the disdainful remark he surely throws her way. As if I'm the one who started it, Assiter.

#carlton lassiter #lassie #lassiter #psych #Shawn spencer #Burton guster #juliet o'hara #Carlton Lassiter fic #psych fic #Carlton Lassiter/OFC #lassie fic #Timothy omundson #Timothy Omundson fic #Carlton Lassiter x original female character #Vagos fic

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generallyasimphonestly · 2 years

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hey sorry i'm just looking for like one specific lil fic if someone could find it for me?? it's on ao3, in which after the events of santabarbaratown, henry dies, shawn is a wreck, and lassiter saves him from himself with heavy dom/sub lifestyle stuff. he has shawn paint his house and stuff to keep him busy while he's at work, it's serious and well written and i love it with all my heart but can't find it which makes me :((((

#psych #shassie #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #psych fanfiction #psych fic

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thehangerson · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Psych (TV 2006) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Burton "Gus" Guster/Shawn Spencer, Burton "Gus" Guster & Shawn Spencer, Juliet O'Hara/Shawn Spencer Characters: Shawn Spencer, Burton "Gus" Guster, Henry Spencer, Madeleine Spencer, Juliet O'Hara Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, Character Study, Sort Of, Running, Running Away, Trans Shawn Spencer, Trans Male Character, Mental Health Issues, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Implied Sexual Content, Shawn Spencer Has ADHD, Divorce, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Requited Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Drinking, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Self-Destruction, References to Lost (TV), sometimes its not fate its just a person on the other side, The Homeward Journey, a la the Hero's Journey i guess, Emotional Baggage, Bad Parenting, i guess, Panic Attacks, Daddy Issues, Mommy Issues, Autistic Shawn Spencer, BC I SAY SO, Repression, their love is requited they're just idiots, theres no plot he just has issues, Dyslexic Shawn Spencer, Bisexual Shawn Spencer, Burton Guster Has Anxiety Series: Part 6 of canon compliant psych fics, Part 6 of trans psych Summary:

“Oh.” Gus is quiet for a minute on the other line. “I miss you.” Shawn smiles a little. “Yeah, I bet. I miss you too.” “When do you think you’re coming home?” He asks. “I’m going home for Thanksgiving and then like two weeks later for Christmas too.” “I don’t know, man. I don’t know if I’m ever going home.”

or, Shawn Spencer learns how easy it is to run away, and how hard it is to stop.

#my fics #psych #shawn spencer #fic #psych fic #wrote this a while ago for jj's bday and never posted it here #unfortch every canon compliant thing i ever write will be sooooo devastatingly shawngus #you are not immunes to shawngus #etc #benji my buddy benji #shules #shawngus

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thespiritssaidso · 20 days

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OH SHIT-

Summary: Shawn forgor he handcuffed Lassiter to the bed

Notes: holy shit. As I type this, it has been literally not even an hour since I posted my last Shassie oneshot (Let Me Get That For You…) and now I’m writing this? Who am I?? Where was this when I needed to write CMC??

Warning ⚠️ much kissing + implied sex and kinks

Shawn leaned down from his position on top of Carlton, tracing his finger gently down the man’s back. He leaned in to whisper seductively into the man’s ear. “I’ll be right back.”

He looked like wanted to ask, but just shivered slightly under his touch. “Alright.”

Shawn smiled at him. God, Lassie was so sexy like this. Laying on his stomach with his hands cuffed to the bedpost, bare ass presented for the world to see? Hot. Of course, the only downside was his beautiful sternbush was hidden. Oh well, pros and cons.

He gently stood up, and walked out of the room. Shawn grinned to himself. That was such a power move, he should be proud of himself.

It had been a while since his boyfriend had a day off. So of course, Shawn wanted to try everything. Last night they had done blindfolding. This morning had been handcuffs.

Which made him wonder, why did Lassie just so happen to have a pair of police handcuffs lying around his house? It would’ve made sense if it had been the pair he takes everywhere with him, but this had come directly from underneath the nightstand. Of course, at the moment, it only turned him on. But now that he thought about it…

Shawn wandered into the bathroom, still deep in thought.

Maybe it was the same situation as the guns around his house? Lassie did have plenty of those lying around. Although some probably didn’t work, seeing as a choice few were civil war relics on display. Or did they work? He’d have to ask later, maybe after…

After… what?

Shawn blinked, looked down, and saw he was naked. Why was that? He’d done some pretty strange things before, but walking around naked wasn’t something he’d really do.

He looked around for clothes, and saw a set conveniently on the floor beside the sink. Without thinking, he reached down and grabbed them, putting them on leisurely. He also saw a pair that looked like something Carlton would wear, but it was sitting next to the shower. Weird.

Once he was dressed, his stomach started complaining. Might as well get something to eat, since he was all dressed and everything.

He quickly swiped Carlton’s wallet from their dining table — why had it been left there? Had his boyfriend been in a rush or something? — and walked out, on his way to get a smoothie.

~~~

SLAM

Lassiter jolted at the sound. Was someone coming in? He strained his ears. Nothing. Not even…

Not even the sound of Shawn padding around the house.

“…Shawn?”

Silence.

“I swear Shawn, if this is some sort of new kink you’re wanting to try out…”

Still silence.

Lassiter scooted up towards his hands, and sat upright. Well, as upright as he could, facing the headboard with his arm held to his chest, allowing the cuffs to hang loose from his wrists.

He strained his neck, looking over to the other side of the bed, and saw the key on the nightstand. He wanted to grab it, but some part in the back of his head told him Shawn would be back any minute, and would be disappointed to see Lassiter free of the cuffs.

So he sat there waiting for a bit longer, patiently waiting for Shawn to return. What was taking him so long?

It was when his arms started hurting a bit that he gave up. “Oh, screw it.”

Lassiter shuffled around, grabbing the headboard to keep himself steady. His legs got briefly tangled in the sheets. But one small tussle and they were free once more.

Hanging on tight, he reached one leg out to try and grab the keys with his foot. He fumbled a bit, grunting in frustration every time the key was knocked aside. And then one of the muscles in his toe spasmed, causing the key to fly off and onto the floor.

“Dammit!”

He lay there for what felt like hours, though in reality it was only 30 minutes. Lassiter could feel his hands growing numb from being held up for so long.

Finally finally finally, the front door opened once more. “Lassie?”

Lassiter was filled with relief. “Shawn!” And then almost immediately anger. “Spencer! Spencer I swear on my mothers if you don’t uncuff me from the damn bed right now-!”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Shawn had rushed in, realization apparent in his eyes. But he had something in his hands. Lassiter completely forgot what he was going to say next, and just stared at what Shawn was holding in disbelief.

“Did you go out for a smoothie while we were in the middle of sex?!”

Shawn froze, looking down at his drink. “…nnnno?” He lied, taking a sip.

They sat there in silence. Shawn, in an awkward way. Lassiter, in a seething anger way.

“…do you want a taste?”

“No, I want to get out of these damn cuffs!”

Shawn raised his hands up in defense. “Okay! Okay.” He looked at the nightstand where the key was sitting before. “Where’s the key?”

Lassiter blushed, and muttered, “I kicked it off.”

Shawn did a double take. “You what?”

He flushed and even deeper red. “I kicked it off the nightstand.”

A bubble of laughter came from Shawn. “You- why?”

“Well, I was trying to grab it with my feet so I could get myself out of this mess-”

Shawn stopped him. “Say no more, Carlytown. I’ll rescue you from this torment.” He leaned down and started looking for the key. It must have bounced under the bed when it fell.

“I knew we shouldn’t have used my cuffs.”

Again, Shawn couldn’t help the laugh that came out. “Oh really? That’s not what you were like earlier. You practically begged me to use these.”

“Oh, so you can remember that, but you can’t remember your boyfriend who you left buck-naked and handcuffed on the bed?”

Shawn just shook his head playfully, and stood up with the key in hand. “If I say I’m sorry, will you forgive me?”

Lassiter had to think real hard on that one. On one hand, he was still a little pissed. But on the other… well, how could he not forgive him, with a face like that?

“Yes. I forgive you Shawn.”

Leaning over, he quickly unlocked the cuffs. Lassiter pulled his hands back, massaging the wrists.

“Do you want an apology kiss?”

He rolled his eyes, but grinned. Shawn took that as a sign to pucker up and lean in. He eagerly met him in the middle, leaning further and further in until Shawn had been pushed onto his back with Lassiter on top.

“You better take those clothes off, Spencer. I don’t want to have to fuck you through your shitty denim jeans.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, Lassiekins.”

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Notes: damn. I don’t know if you guys could tell, but this short story has been brought to you by a hella aroace person.

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figsandfandoms · 2 years

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The truth comes out, and hearts break

#shassie #shassie fic #shassie fan fic #psych fic #psych fan fic #shawn x lassiter

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HAH! I am early this time!!! And since I have multiple WIPs to chose from (and totally not because I have been so neglectful in working on my WIPs that I am running out of groups of six sentences to use for these... minus Shassie Fic but I'm trying to not spoil too much of that one) I am doing my six sentences a little different this time! SOOO here's Six Sentences from Six Fics Stories on Sunday! :D

(Happy Birthday to Me!) They were all more interested in conversing with his grandparents, his parents and his mum’s siblings than they were interested in their young Prince turning four.

(you still haven't noticed) It’s not until Henry walks up to Alex with a gold hoop in his ear — a part of him his grandfather would have forbidden him getting, so he got in secret; a part of him he had to hide… until now — that Alex begins to realize this isn’t just about Henry trying something new.

(still unnamed Shassie Fic) It wasn’t much of a compliment but it did something; made Carlton feel good about himself– which if he were being honest he hadn’t felt good about himself – beyond pride in his abilities as a cop – in a while.

(no one's more mystified than Shaan) The Prince pulls his hand free of Alex’s, Shaan extends his arms towards a clearing in the crowd and they make their way to the nearest exit.

(first rule of fight club) “Oh god,” she groans; Henry thinks he should start taking tally of how often that phrase is said among the people in his and Alex’s lives.

(rewrite the stars) He’s caught off guard by an arm being flung over his shoulder, then Percy is in his ear with a hushed; “You seem to be enjoying the view– er, I mean the game.”

and there you have it! my super complicated six sentence sunday!! and I'm gonna send out some no pressure tags (for the normal six sentence sunday... unless yall wanna be complicated like me lol) @onthewaytosomewhere @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @meraki-yao @luainthewild @taste-thewaste @england-would-fall aaaand @scripted-downfall plus anyone else who wants to join in!!!

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Bury Me, Bury Me: Part 2

Category: M/M

Fandom: Psych

Pairings: Pre Shassie, Shassie

Characters: Shawn Spencer, Carlton "Lassie" Lassiter, Lucienne Allera, Burton "Gus" Guster, Henry Spencer, Juliet O'Hara (Mentioned), Karen Vick (Mentioned)

Warnings: Mentions of Child Abuse, Coarse Language, Idiots to Lovers, They do in fact be Lovers in this part

Summary: ...Shawn confronts his father once more.

Height Notes: Shawn, 5'9"; Carlton, 6'1"; Lucienne, 5'5"; Gus, 5'10"; Henry, 5'11"

Note Notes: This turned out a little differently than I intended. I like it this way, however.

~~~~~

Carlton didn't think he could be so happy dating someone, but here he was; a couple of months into dating Shawn, the hyper-observant barista. Shawn was funny and loving, but above all that... He was understanding. He understood that sometimes, Carlton couldn't help when he had to work late for a case. That they couldn't always meet up just to be together.

This, however, wasn't one of those times. Here he was, at the Cafe that Shawn worked, spending his boyfriend's break, joking a familiar argument... With a weird, almost misplaced feeling of dread.

"No way you got that off the file." Shawn leaned in close to rub their noses together, smiling cheekily. It would've been an actual kiss, but Shawn had been drinking one of those mint monstrosities.

"Well, I either got it from the file... Or! You concede to the fact that I'm psychic!" Carlton rolled his eyes good-naturedly, leaning to gently bump their noses together. The older man was about to refute when the jingle of the bells and the approaching clack of heels interrupted. They pulled away from each other to see who it was.

"Shawn! I need a hug!" Carlton was briefly confused how a grown woman with over a decade of professional experience could sound like a whiny child, before noticing the genuinely distressed expression on her face. Shawn was already up out of his seat, gathering her in his arms. He'd likely clocked the distress as well. Sweet Lady Justice, his boyfriend could be so sweet.

"...'ll be okay. Hey, come sit with us. Tell us what's going on. No, we're not mad. We're very concerned. It takes a lot to distress you." The head detective zoned back in to hear Shawn leading his oldest friend to their table. It was a good plan. They'll figure it out. (Even though the dread he'd been feeling got worse.)

Lucienne took a couple of deep breaths as she sat, face flushed beyond her make-up. She smiled gratefully as Shawn placed a water in front of her. Carlton hadn't even noticed he'd disappeared to get it. Carlton steeled himself and gently coaxed their friend, "Alright, Luce. Tell us what happened in your own time."

Nodding, Lucienne closed her eyes, inhaled and held it for a few seconds before exhaling. Opening her eyes, she spoke calmly, "I must preface my story with divulging the kind of cases I prosecute. It is pertinent, I promise.

Along with the general crimes cases, I specifically request the cases that deal with abuse. I want to make sure that we aren't prosecuting innocent people and that actual abusers get put away for a long, long time." Clearing her throat, Lucienne took a sip of her water.

"I've seen the statistics on how often abuse is reported. A lot of abuse flies under the radar," Shawn stated quietly. Carlton could hear that his boyfriend's voice was tight, as if emotions were trying to strangle it. The older two nodded.

"Unfortunately, a lot of it isn't prosecuted under the law. A lot of abuse, especially that of which is done by parents, flies under because everyone can brush it off as 'concerned parents'. It's bullshit." Carlton growled at the thought. He'd hated seeing his over-achieving peers in school, knowing they had parents pushing them. Hated knowing- and subsequently being proven right- that they'd be burnt and strung out before graduating high school. Lucienne sighed sadly, pursing her lips.

"So, I'm sure it'll come as no surprise that in the decade of taking on those cases, I've picked up the subtleties that they use to misdirect any scrutiny." Looking up, Lucienne blinked a touch too rapid for Carlton's taste. "I thought I'd heard it all by now... But I was so wrong…

This retired detective... He was visiting some of my colleagues and one of them asked about his kid. He blustered a bit about how 'You know kids these days? Soon as they turn 18, they fly the coop' and 'I get a postcard every once in a while'." Even so the head detective knew it was coming, he still shivered when he heard his best friend's cold laughter. "Yeah right. I could tell, he hadn't got shit from his kid. If one looked at him close enough, they could tell he's had no contact. His expression was open with laughter, but looking at his eyes…

You could see that he resented my colleague for asking. His stance became openly hostile. The idiots that I work with just laughed, not knowing the danger they were in."

Huffing out a breath, Lucienne sat back. With that movement, Carlton finally noticed that Shawn was doing an impressive impression of a statue. He almost cursed himself for not noticing, but stopped himself as it wasn't the time. He gestured for the woman to continue.

"I would've just written him off as a jackass, if another colleague hadn't pushed for more." Biting her lip, Lucienne nodded once- seemingly to herself. "Then he was all, 'Oh, you know how he was. Always was a wild child. Honestly, I'm not sure what he's up to. Probably for the best. I tried my best, but I'm not sure that night in lockup helped straighten him out.' He might as well have said, 'I abused my child to the point that he committed a crime to get away from me'! And then! My colleagues just laughed! What the hell!?"

Carlton grabbed his friend's hand before she could do any damage, holding it a firm grip. She was getting distressed all over again. Catching her mossy eyes, the Irish-descended made exaggerated breathing motions. The attorney gave a jerky nod and breathed in deeply. Breathing out, she frowned; sadness colouring her gaze. "Gambles. What I wouldn't give to hunt down that kid to hug...."

"... Did... Uh. Did you catch the name of the guy?" Carlton flicked his gaze to his boyfriend... And did a double take. The younger man had no colour to his face. Which didn't track much with what he knew of Shawn. Usually, when the topic veers towards abuse, Shawn was all righteous fury and anger. Choice words and catty responses. Something about this has him spooked.

Lucienne took a moment to respond, gazing at her hands. Clicking her tongue, she answered, "Unfortunately, no. I don't think anyway. Might've been an 'h' sound as I left, but honestly could've been anything. Mm. Sorry." Lucienne pursed her lips, gazing at the younger man thoughtfully. "Why do you ask?"

Carlton watched, enraptured as Shawn tried to smile. If Carlton had to guess... But what did it mean?

"Heh. Just figured with my job, I could've done some subtle investigating to help you find the kid." It was obvious that it was a ruse when Shawn suddenly pulled out his phone. "Oh! Sorry, guys. Gotta take this."

The Irishman frowned thoughtfully as he stared after the younger man. Perhaps, he'll get the answer to the multitude of questions swirling around his head later...

~~~~~

“I know what you said on the phone, but explain it to me again.” Burton Guster was the best of friend a barista could ask for. Allowing his distressed friend to pace in his office, door closed, and vent.

"Gus, that's just it! I don't know! All I know is that one minute, I'm having a fun little date with my extremely hot boyfriend, the next... Our mutual, equally hot lawyer friend shows up talking potentially about Henry." Shawn took a frustrated breath. He knew he should calm down. Gus didn't deserve his ire. He just can't with the thought of Henry Spencer being back in Santa Barbara. "She's distressed. I'm distressed. I'm sure I worried Carlton!"

(A pause. A beat. Horror.)

"Oh god! What if I've ruined things with him?!" Shawn stopped his pacing, frozen at the thought that the best thing that's happened since he came back, imploding. Panic setting in, his legs gave out. Falling into a crouch, the brunette let his head sink into his hands.

Gus knew he shouldn't. His friend was in crisis. A hilariously unnecessary crisis. He shouldn't. The deliciously dark skinned man tried to cover his laugh with a cough.

That snapped Shawn out of his internal spiralling. His expression went from horror to hilariously offended. "Gus! I'm having a very valid croissant here and you're over there laughing at me?! Unbelievable!"

Unable to hide his laughter, Gus snarked back, "First of all, you mean 'crisis' and no you haven't heard it both ways. Secondly, it absolutely isn't valid! If the Head Detective of the SBPD hasn't fled from just your personality alone by now, he isn't going to just because you got a little weird when faced with the potential threat of Henry. Come on, son."

Falling from his crouch to just being sprawled on the floor, Shawn released a relieved snort. "Have so. And I guess you're right. I can be a little much."

Clicking his tongue, Gus smirked. "You know that's right."

~~~~~

Later that night, Shawn received a text that had him smiling bright.

=> Chief is making me take the day off and it just so happens to correspond with yours. Do you want to meet for lunch?

~~~~~

Ah, the boardwalk. A wonderful date spot. Sand, surf, and eccentric swimwear. The Californian sun was in full effect.

(Though one should note that it was noticeably cooler than usual, but only to Californians. If you asked a Seattlite, they'd wonder what the hell you meant because it was still scorching.)

Which is what had Carlton contemplating as he parked his beloved Crown Victoria. Did he bring his suit jacket or not?

They agreed that lunch and a walk around the boardwalk would make for a good date, though it had the detective a little on edge. The openness of it would rankle him and keep him on alert, but he hoped his romantic partner would distract him enough that it wouldn't be such a bust. (The worry of a criminal catching wind of his civilian partner and using them against him, always lurked in the back of his mind. Had been there when he was with Victoria. It was there now, taunting him about Shawn.)

Checking his watch, the dark haired man cursed, grabbing his jacket out of habit, and stepped out of his vehicle. Locking the door on autopilot, he then stared at the damned fabric he held loosely in hand.

(Unbeknownst to him, Shawn was sneaking up to startle his boyfriend, when he changed tracks.)

As he stared at the suit jacket- facing, once more, the dilemma of what to do with it-, it suddenly wasn't in his grip any longer. Sufficiently startled, his blue gaze shot to the culprit who was a couple of yards ahead already. The jacket wrapped around the miscreant's shoulders like a cape, the detective ran off after, shouting, "Shawn! Get back here, you imp!"

~~~~~

(After several minutes of chase, bewildering the poor beach goers, Carlton caught up with the younger man. When Shawn turned to face his detective, it nearly punched the air from the Irishman's lungs. Shawn was breathtaking; flushed with exertion, a wide and carefree smile, and hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. A possessive thrill crawled down Carlton's spine at seeing the barista wrapped in his jacket, though he'd examine that later.)

~~~~~

(Shawn wasn't too sure why he got away with holding onto the suit jacket, but he'd take it. It smelled faintly of the older man's cologne... Which smelled tropical with a hint of pineapple. It made him smile.)

~~~~~

"...and I swear, if Dobson keeps hounding me about getting a date, I will shoot him." Shawn laughed, knowing his boyfriend was only partially joking.

"Aw! You haven't told him about our sorbet love affair?" The younger man couldn't help but tease, bringing the detective to a halt conversationally.

"Did you mean sordid?" Carlton frowned in confusion.

"I've heard it both ways." Amused annoyance replaced confusion.

"You haven't and I'm not telling that idiot anything. O'Hara knows and that's all that matters." A beat. A pause. "And Chief Vick and HR..."

Shawn swept in front of his detective boyfriend, bringing their walk to a stop as the young brunette looked Carlton in the eye. The older man was at least mildly embarrassed, if the light colouring dusting his cheeks and ears were anything to go by. Shawn brought his hands up to clutch the suit jacket around his shoulders tighter to his body, as he stuttered out, "... you... You told your bosses about us?"

Carlton looked off towards the beach, his blush darkening. "It just seemed practical with my job being what it is and this relationship going the way it is..."

Shawn was stunned. This was a big step for the detective. He'd told his bosses, 'I have someone who I would consider NoK/my emergency contact.' He said, 'I see this relationship holding strong.' And that filled Shawn with a sense of hope. He smiled warmly at the older man and opened his mouth to say something, when another voice interrupted.

"Shawn? Is that you?"

The couple startled, turning to stare bewildered- and horrified in the brunette's case- at the interloper. There, a couple of yards away, stood Henry Spencer, in all his balding and gaudy hawaiian shirt glory.

Shawn took a small step closer to the detective, unconsciously trying to hide further in his boyfriend's suit jacket. This was not how he thought he'd see Henry again. (He would've preferred to never see Henry again, but he felt it would've been more likely he'd run into him during a grocery run.) His throat felt dry as he tried to answer.

"H... hmm. Hey... Dad."

~~~~~

If Carlton were to be honest,- and he usually was- he'd say that this lunch date was going well. At least it was.

They were walking along the boardwalk, teasing and joking. He'd finally told Shawn how he saw their relationship. (That'd been taken well, if the sweet smile on the younger man's face he caught from his peripherals meant anything.) It was going well.

So, of course his former superior was ruining it! ...by calling out to the shorter man?

"H... hmm. Hey... Dad."

Taking his eyes off Henry, his bewildered gaze took in Shawn. Shawn, who had moved slightly closer. Who was horrified, but hiding it really well.

Realisation flooded the older man. What kept Shawn from telling him his last name, even after all this time. His steadfast aversion to other cops and the precinct itself. How Chief Vick recognised his boyfriend's cell number. The whys in which he was cagey about talks of commitment. (It'd been hell to learn that he could've missed out on knowing this brilliant man. That Shawn would've been out of town long before he met Lucienne, if he hadn't felt tired of the constant moving.) Hell! Knowing what he did about the older Spencer, he wouldn't be surprised if he were the reason for his lover's malapropism.

But the realisation that chilled the detective to the bone, was the recent contrast in reactions to the topic of abuse. Running Lucienne's words over-

“This retired detective... He was visiting some of my colleagues and one of them asked about his kid. He blustered a bit about how 'You know kids these days? Soon as they turn 18, they fly the coop' and 'I get a postcard every once in a while'.”

If one looked at him close enough, they could tell he's had no contact. His expression was open with laughter, but looking at his eyes...

“...written him off as a jackass, if…”

“Then he was all, ‘Oh, you know how he was. Always was a wild child. Honestly, I'm not sure what he's up to. Probably for the best. I tried my best, but I'm not sure that night in lockup helped straighten him out.’…”

-and he remembered the night mentioned with this new context. He remembered the shaggy haired teen that he was ordered to book but fumbled. Remembered how taken he was when fury-laced hazel eyes locked with his own stunned blue. He felt instant attraction due to the abject defiance written on the teen’s face as his superior pulled him away.

Remembering that night, with at least a hint of the context filled him with anger. A boiling rage to know that this man still held power over his imp in some way.

"What... Uh. What brings you to the boardwalk?" The question snapped Carlton to the moment, causing him to shift closer to his paramour. Glancing back at Henry, the current detective felt the rage flare to his face. How dare this man.

The balding man seemed to go to answer, but hesitated in the face of Carlton's anger. After a few minutes of silence, Henry decided the track in which he wanted to speak. "... Enjoying the weather... What. What brings you and Head Detective Lassiter?"

A hand on his arm stopped whatever remark the older man had. A glance to his partner had Carlton backing down, his temper cooling. Shawn had kept his gaze locked on his father, horror mostly gone. In its place, the abject defiance that Carlton fell for. The detective kept his focus on Shawn. (And if he happened to snub Henry in the process? Oops.)

"Oh, you know. The weather, potential crime, and nunya." The Irishman almost chuckled. Of course the younger man would pull out a childish remark in some regard. Though he almost twitched for the gun he didn't have on him with Henry's response.

"Potential crime? Is it yours? Are you disturbing Lassiter for some twisted amusement?" Since he kept his focus on Shawn, the dark haired man got to watch as the defiance got overshadowed by a breath-taking rage. It was chilling in its beauty.

"First of all, how the fuck dare you? That juvenile decision was the only crime I committed. And you know why I did it. Second! If I am disturbing the Head Detective, that still falls under nunya. It doesn't involve you. It doesn't concern you.

And if you're worried about how it would reflect on you? Well. He didn't know we were related until now. Congrats." Carlton had to admit that a sneer did nothing for the younger man's features and he wanted nothing more than to smooth it from Shawn's face. "And third, it was a joke. You know, that thing people do because they have a sense of humour?"

Turning towards Shawn fully, Carlton had to hide his laughter. Coincidentally, turning caused the brunette's hand to slide down his arm. Catching the younger man's hand, Carlton gave it a reassuring squeeze and held it firmly. With a smile, Carlton's head dipped down to whisper in Shawn's ear, "Do you want me to call someone to book him for harassment?"

Shawn's lips twitched, breaking the sneer. Speaking at the same volume he had been, Shawn said, "No. Honestly, let's just go. This conversation wouldn't go anywhere productive, judging by what Henry latched onto with all I said."

Carlton gave a tug on the hand he held and turned to start walking away, ignoring the older Spencer.

~~~~~

(Later, Carlton would pull Shawn to sit with him in the backseat of the Crown Vic, holding him close.

Later, as he was being held, Shawn would tell Carlton everything in stops and starts.

Later, neither would mention the other's red-rimmed eyes as they parted ways with the promise to see the other that night.

Later, they would agree that they should hold a get-together at the Cafe so that Lucienne, Gus, and Carlton's work partner O'Hara can meet one another.

Later, Shawn would realise that he wasn't as alone as he was at 18.

But that was later. A future to look forward to.)

#rotp update #rotp ficlet #rotp ficlet 2: electric boogaloo #psych #psych fic #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #lucienne my oc #burton guster #henry spencer #the end!

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