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Why Not? Pt. 1 ♡
Why Not? Pt. 2 ♡
Why Not? Pt. 3 ♡
Shawn Spencer:
Head Over Heels ♡
Hand Over the Evidence ☆
Welcome Home Soldier ☆

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Not today Justin

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Masterlist (MINORS DNI)
Smut: ♡
Angst: ☆
Bill Hader:
Why Not? Pt. 1 ♡
Why Not? Pt. 2 ♡
Why Not? Pt. 3 ♡
Shawn Spencer:
Head Over Heels ♡
Hand Over the Evidence ☆
Welcome Home Soldier ☆
HI THERE!!!!
I just read your Shawn smut and it was SO FUCKING GOOD OH MY GOD this app is so so lacking in Shawn stuff. Are you planning on writing anything else for him??
I love Shawn Spencer just so so much. Psych is so underrated, it was one of my favorites growing up. I love writing in these characters voices so much, and Shawn was my first ever crush, so there will be more for sure.
Yay! I’m so glad that your taking requests, I Saw that you did Shawn Spencer from psych before I was wondering if you could do another one with Shawn?
Shawn Spencer x male reader (female is okay if your not comfortable with male) so basically the reader just came home from the marines, Shawn hasn’t seen them in about two years and when they got released they went to Henry’s house who opened him in his house with open arms. Henry talked to them and they caught up (they have a better relationship then Henry and Shawn) Henry eventually tells the reader where to find Shawn (at the police station) and they go there to surprise Shawn. They walk in and Gus’s eyes immediately go wide and a smile forms. Gus slaps Shawn’s shoulder and points to the reader, Shawn lets out a squeal and tears start running down his cheeks as he runs across the station to see them. The reader picks Shawn up and twirls him around. The chief, lassie, and Jules are in shock and Gus is looking at them with adoration.
Welcome Home Soldier | Shawn Spencer X Male!Reader
Warnings: Military, PTSD, use of Y/N
Word Count: 1950
A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back after my hiatus. This request was sent some time ago, and I wrote a little draft of it. Then life got weird, and after looking at that draft, I decided to expand past the end a bit more. I don't know how gay the request was originally, but I never pass up an opportunity to make it gay 🏳️🌈! I hope that is okay and that this is what you were looking for!
Summary: You signed a four year contract with the Marines, but got out early on disability due to an incident that left you with some mental scars. Upon returning home, you go searching for your best friend Shawn Spencer. There are some things that need discussed.
୨﹒˖˚──﹕♡﹕──˚˖﹒୧
Santa Barbara, I’m Home
This is what you think as you pass the beautiful “Welcome to Santa Barbara” sign. Two years. Has it really been that long? Was it really only two? Your time in the Marines felt like an eternity, but now that you are back, it felt like no time had passed.
You had signed on for four years. This was before an IED detonated close enough to your vehicle that it knocked you unconscious. Of course, you were in the driver’s seat. This left its mark on you, body and soul. If you could manage to forget about that, the stiffness in your bones would remind you.
You pass the elementary school you used to go to, and are immediately flooded with memories of your all but forgotten life here. Beach days, pineapples in everything, Shawn.
You shut that last one down quickly.
Shawn Spencer was one of your best friends all throughout your childhood, though you never were quite sure if you were one of his. When you were at school with a group of kids, he seemed too cool to know you. But when it was just you two, he was very different.
It had been two years since the last time you saw him. Two years since you last touched. That moment played through your mind much more than you’d like to admit.
I should text him. You think before the bus screeches to a halt. You gather your belongings and step out into the beautiful warm air of California.
There is only one place you could see yourself going, so you head in that direction. Luckily, it’s not far at all, but it gives you plenty of time to think. Think of all that could have changed between you, Shawn, and everyone else intertwined into your lives. What could you possibly be expecting, for time to stand still while you served? You were never the smartest boy around, but you were far from dumb. Before you know it, you are outside the house that you spent more time at than your own. A beautiful white house with red trim around the windows, at the most prime beach location. Your hand, seemingly without your input, reaches up and knocks on the door.
You freeze, and hear shuffling on the other side. “Coming!” A deep, warm voice booms from the other side. When the voice’s owner opens the door, the shock is evident on both of your faces.
“Well. I’ll be damned. Come on in, soldier.”
୨﹒˖˚──﹕♡﹕──˚˖﹒୧
You sit on the brown couch, breathing in familiar scents, taking in familiar sights, and trying so much to pretend like what Henry Spencer is saying is interesting.
hey team it's been a good little while huh.
so basically life fell together and fell apart like 100 times since i last logged in. please bear with me while i go through requests and get acclimated to the environment i left temporarily. love you all and i'm excited to be back.
I totally forgot if I sent you the request like I asked? My phone been really glitchy and I can’t remember if I sent it or not. I’m so sorry
no worries! i did get it and i have a rough draft already done :)
Hiii! I hope your doing okay, I wanted to know if your taking requests?
i am absolutely taking requests! thank you so much for asking <333
yeah,
Eating powdered donuts and watching Last Night Gus is actually fantastic
Hi, i absolutely love your work. But can i have another shawn spencer oneshort please?
Hand Over the Evidence | Shawn Spencer X GN!Reader
Warnings: Angst, minor limb severing, legal system, alcohol, guns, knives, blood, use of “y/n”
Word Count: Like 5900
A/N: I admittedly don’t know much about the law enforcement system so bear with me. I’m back back back again. My life literally did a complete 180, but I am back due to popular demand (aka like 3 people in my inbox). Love ya, mean it, here’s something I’ve been cooking up.
Summary: You’re a detective in Santa Barbara and you team up with the eccentric fake psychic Shawn Spencer to investigate a bizarre string of restaurant break-ins. The seemingly harmless incidents escalate when a severed hand is found at a high-end bistro, accompanied by cryptic napkin messages. While tensions rise among the team, the case takes a chilling turn, hinting at a calculated and sinister motive.
There was never a dull moment in Santa Barbara, at least not where you worked. As a detective with the Santa Barbara Police Department, you never got bored. Especially not with the eccentric Shawn Spencer always weaseling his way into your caseload. Is weaseling the right word? Considering you actually thoroughly enjoyed his antics, you’re not quite sure. They always kept you entertained. The jury is still out on psychics, but if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Even for Santa Barbara, this case was unusual. And you knew “unusual.” You formerly worked for the FBI as a criminal profiler, and if it weren’t for your father falling ill, you probably still would be. But you moved back home from Quantico and settled into a much lower stakes job working for the SBPD. Despite your background, this newest case definitely gave you a pause.
It was simple really. Just a string of break-ins in some of Santa Barbara’s premier restaurants. What stumped you was that there was nothing stolen or broken; the only sign of a break-in was the broken locks and the scrawled notes left on napkins.
“The feast is set, but the guests are missing.” You said, reading the newest napkin note.
“This is a waste of time.” said Detective Carlton Lassiter.
You looked at him quizzically. “I’m not so sure about that, Lassiter.”
He rolled his eyes. Lassiter rarely got along with anyone, let alone you. You beat his score on the Marksmanship Qualification Program by three points, and he’s yet to live it down.
“There’s clear intent here.” You said.
“Sure there is.” He replied. “The intent to make me waste my time.”
Juliet, ever the diplomat of the pair, offered another perspective. “It could be just someone with a grudge against these restaurants, like maybe a competitor trying to scare their rivals.”
“Or…” Shawn trailed off as he leaned dramatically against the doorframe. “...A ghost chef exacting revenge on the living.”
Lassiter rolled his eyes. “No one asked you, Spencer.” Shawn sauntered into the room, unfazed.
“I’m just saying,” Shawn continued, “if you put the napkins together, they could spell out an ancient recipe for vengeance.”
“Vengeance stew,” Gus muttered nervously, adjusting his tie.
You ignored them both, instead turning to Chief Vick. “This feels calculated. The phrasing, the escalation… This is building towards something bigger.”
Chief Vick looked skeptical, but sighed. “Keep me updated. I can’t justify allocating more resources to this until we have more to go on.”
Lassiter smirked as he left. “Don’t worry Bureau, I’m sure you’ll crack the code of the magical napkins before the lunch rush.”
You didn’t rise to the bait.
The next crime scene was no laughing matter.
got an intense request for a william afton fic and i haven’t seen fnaf yet, but since it’s matthew lillard i am definitely intrigued
what if i dropped a gvf fic? 🤭
Head Over Heels | Shawn Spencer X F!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Oral sex (M! receiving), unprotected p in v, sort of subby Shawn.
Word Count: 3060
A/N: This took me so long because I've been busy with school and work but it is finally here. Hope you guys love it!
Summary: You meet Shawn at a bar and hit it off quickly.
Finally, you were done with your thesis and the research needed to graduate with your masters in behavioral analysis. To celebrate, your friends brought you out to your favorite karaoke club.
You had the best friends in the world; Janine, Mikki, and their boyfriends Larry and Garrett. Janine and Mikki were your roommates in undergrad.
Mikki brought many guys back to your dorm room during the years you lived together, and not one of them were good enough for her and you made sure they knew. Then one day she brought home Garrett, and you just smiled at him as he left. Janine however stayed with the first guy she dated, Larry. He worshiped the ground that Janine walked on, and so you were cool with him too.
The karaoke bar was packed, but you had a perfect seat to watch people go up there and try their hand at the karaoke machine. One poor, very drunk, guy walked up and started singing “Wheel in the Sky” by Journey, and you were afraid you were going to watch this man’s soul leave his body with the amount of force he was putting into it.
“Why don’t you get up there and sing?” Larry asked you.
“No thanks!” You scoffed. You could carry a tune but you were not much of a singer, plus you had not nearly had enough alcohol to give you the confidence to go up there.
“Leave her alone Larry, we’re here to celebrate!” Mikki said.
You all took a shot of… something. It didn’t taste good but it wasn’t really supposed to. It burnt going down and you made a slight face, but it started to do the job almost instantly.
“So now that you’ve got your degree, are you looking to settle down?” Janine asked.
“Any cute boys?” Mikki followed up.
“Not at the moment, no.” You giggled. “Oh come on, there must be someone.” Mikki said.
“When the right guy comes around, you will be the first to know.” You said.
“Let’s drink to that.” Garrett said and you all took swigs of the drinks in front of you.
After about a half an hour of mediocre singing and too many drinks, they finally convinced you to go up there. You took a few seconds to pick the song until you found it. Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears. It was perfect. You pressed play and the familiar intro played. You heard the door open and you watched as two men walked in. One was bald, wearing a button up shirt tucked into khaki colored dress pants and nice shoes. The other had brown hair and a leather jacket on, and they both lit up as they heard what song was playing. Quickly, it was your turn to sing.
“I wanted to be with you alone…” You started. The men looked up at you in amazement. Maybe you were a better singer than you thought, or maybe you were just incredibly drunk. Either way, this song was going to get sung and it was going to be by you.
You kept singing, and the brunette man never took his steely gaze off of you.
“Something happens and I’m head over heels. I never find out, ‘til I’m head over heels.” You sang loud and clear. He smiled.
When the song wrapped up, not only your table of friends applauded loudly, but so did many others in the bar, including the leather jacket wearing mystery man.
When you came down from the stage, you saw the man watching you the whole way to your table. You knew you had to talk to him, and as soon as your friends saw who you were looking at, they agreed.
“Go over there!” Janine said.
“I swear Y/N if you don’t go over there I will.” Mikki said, much to the dismay of Garrett.
You giggled and then walked towards him just to go past him and go to the bar; you do not chase men. Luckily, he apparently does the chasing and meets you at the bar.
“You sounded great up there. You a big Tears for Fears fan?” He asked.
“Oh I love them. I would play their CD’s while studying all the time. My favorite CD is Songs from the Big Chair.” You answer.
“Mine too. My name is Shawn. Shawn Spencer.” He said.
“My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You said.
You small-talked for a while, finding out the man with him is named Gus, despite Shawn attempting to give him a fake name. You also found out they work for and run a psychic detective agency. That made you laugh.
“What’s so funny?” He asked.
“You? You’re a psychic?” You asked.
“Is that so hard to believe?” He asked back.
“I mean, you don’t strike me as the ‘psychic’ type.” You said with air quotes.
“Here let me show you.” He said.
“You just finished your masters degree… that’s why you're here… you’re celebrating.” He said.
“Not bad.” You said, not quite impressed yet. “What’s my degree in?” You asked.
“My first assumption is being drop dead gorgeous, because it seems like you are an expert in that field. My second guess however, behavioral analysis.” He said.
“Wow. Color me impressed.” You said back. “One final question. Are you an Aries?” You asked.
“I am. How did you know?” He asked.
“You tell me. Maybe I’m a little psychic. Or maybe it’s hyper-observation, my masters degree, and a lucky guess.” You said.
He laughed. “Could I perhaps get your number?”
You looked over at your table to see Mikki and Janine staring at you. You held back a giggle as you wrote it down on a napkin and handed it over.
You strutted away to your table with your drink in hand. Your friends could barely hold back their excitement when you sat down and started smiling at them.
“So?” Janine asked.
“Are we the ‘first to know?’” Mikki asked, quoting you from earlier.
“You may just be.” You said.
i've been so busy with school and work but the shawn spencer one shot is going to be out this weekend i promise <3
sorry i’ve been inactive i’ve gotten into greta van fleet and i don’t know what to do with myself
When you do the Shawn Spencer imagine can you have him meet the reader when they sing Head over Heels by Tears for Fears?
literally writing it right now you genius
Why not? pt.3 | Bill Hader x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v (don’t be like them), professor!Bill, age gap, pet names!!!!!!!!!, a little bit of pure torture.
Word Count: 3550
A/N: It’s finally here! This will be the last part for a while bc this was originally supposed to be a one shot BUT I hope this tides you over for a bit! <3
Summary: Summer is ending and you and Bill’s worst fears are being realized. But it’s fun!
This summer was by far the best you ever had.
Every day started by waking in Bill’s arms, either at your place or his. It was all just sex and talking; you guys connected in a way you didn’t know that you could connect with someone.
Bill was meant for you, you were sure of it. All of the other people you had been with before just prepared you to make this relationship the best it could be. He even took you to his hometown, Tulsa, Oklahoma, and drove you around to all of his favorite places from his childhood. It had been a while since he brought someone home, and his excitement showed.
The summer was ending now, and Bill spent most of his time on his laptop, configuring the online part of his courses where his students could turn in assignments and check their grades. Finding out that he worked at the same school you attended came as a shock, despite there only being one college in your town. Secretly you hoped he commuted to the community college about a half an hour out from your town, but as an alumni he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to work where he attended.
It was fine though, you could avoid the possible issues that could arise. He taught in the english department, upper level, and you already needed the english that you needed to graduate. So you could avoid each other while on campus and spend the night locked together like you did the whole summer thus far.
Watching Superbad currently and it’s inspiring me to finish pt 3 so expect that in the next coming days. <3