#im mad i was so excited to laugh my guts out at derek saying his loved stiles or some shit

[milkybishop]

all you guys saying derek got superhelled and sterek was made canon have brain worms, i was there when the sterek was written at 16, and i still know that jeep shit was not sterek canonisation. open your eyes and accept the truth.

[dammit-stark]

Not All Cases Are Bad: A Psych/CM Crossover

This is a CM/Psych crossover reader insert fic requested by anon! It includes Shawn Spencer x sister!reader. I honestly think it ended up pretty cute, so yay!

You are part of the BAU as well as Shawn’s twin sister. A case brings the BAU to Santa Barbara, and you and Shawn reunite and work together on the case.

When you heard ‘Santa Barbara’, the gears started to turn. You were always thinking during the debriefings, but a back up plan emerged in your mind, just in case.

The pictures that followed, flashing consecutively on the screen, one gut-wrenching image after the other, were gruesome and awful. You knew more then than ever that it would be a difficult case. The gears turned faster and harder in you brain, grinding against the warning strain in the pit of your stomach.

“Wheel’s up in thirty!” Hotch said

The other grumbled and dragged their feet, but you scrambled out.

You had a call to make.

The anxiety was obvious on the jet. You weren’t the only one who knew that it would be a particularly trying case (it wasn’t exactly a difficult prediction to make, this was one gruesome unsub).

But you didn’t seem anxious. If anything, you seemed… happy? Which, when unexplained, made the others nosily curious.

“Y/n?” Rossi asked, pulling your attention away from your phone where you were eagerly texting, “What’s got you all excited?”

You could feel the others turn subtly in your direction, listening in, and you blushed. Maybe you were bad at trying to stay nonchalant, but it didn’t mean you hadn’t been trying.

“No reason.” You said, trying your best to sound convincing, “Guess I just like Santa Barbara. It’s a nice city.”

Rossi stared for a moment, wanting to disagree, but Garcia’s voice tumbled out of Hotch’s laptop with news of more murder and mayhem and Rossi decided there were more important things than deciphering your inexplicable happiness.

“Is there a conference room of some sort that we can set or stuff up in, Chief?” Hotch asked as the seven of you filed into the police station. You peered around, simultaneously dreading and hoping for familiar faces.

You recognized the chief by name, but nobody else sounded any excitable alarms, and soon yo were tossing your bag onto a conference room table and hoping you got a call.

Within less than five minutes, you got something even better than a call.

Your brother Shawn burst into the conference room, Gus hot on his tail, and he smiled at you, cheering, “Y/n!”

A sour faced detective glares at Shawn from the door, following in quickly after him, “Spencer, you can’t just go barging into places around here!” A blonde detective bobs in behind the glaring one, Juliette.

“I can if im looking for my sister!” He replies nonchalantly, and you leap to hug him.

Your coworkers looked on and you could practically feel Chief Vick looking on disapprovingly at Shawn from a corner, but you were just glad to see your brother.

You hugged Gus next, patting his back understandingly when he apologized for Shawn, “Trust me, I get it. He’s my brother.”

And then you moved on to Juliette, smiling, “You two still going strong? You haven’t gotten annoyed of him yes?”

She laughed, inexplicably smily for a cop, “Going strong? Yes. Annoyed of him? Yeah, that too.”

You spot an older man stumble in, grumbling about needing to keep Shawn on a shorter leash and you practically squeal in excitement, throwing your arms around him, “Dad!”

He’s surprised and it’s obvious in the way he pauses, before letting his arms tighten around you, cop instincts, “What’re you doing here, kiddo?” Henry asks you, and you smile because you never would have thought you could surprise your dad.

“Case.” You answer, and you turn excitedly to your team, all wide and surprised eyes. You move back next to Shawn, “Guys, I’d like you guys to meet my favorite part of Santa Barbara!”

The BAU attempts to make greeting, but the collective surprise and excitement of it all leads to chaos.

“This is Shawn, my twin brother. He’s probably going to try to butt into our investigation because he’s a nosy busybody,” You nudged your brother in the side with your elbow because honestly you were kinda past the point of absolute professionalism, “He’s a Damn good detective, and oh yeah, also a psychic. And this is Gus! His best friend and…business partner. They’re consultants here. And this is Detective O'Hara. She’s an awesome detective. And this is my kickass dad!”

“Call me Henry,” Your father interjected, and you were beaming.

“Oh, yeah, and I guess this is Detective Lassie or something, right?”

Lassie turned his nose upward a little, “Detective Lassiter is fine.”

Really, it was something to be proud of that you had caught all six of your coworkers by surprise because these were not people easily caught off guard. They all just sorta gaped for a second, before JJ’s breaks it with her airy laugh.

“It’s nice to meet you all, and we will certainly appreciate the help!” She says,

Derek smothers a snicker in the back, leaning toward Spencer to whisper, “Garcia is going to be so mad that she wasn’t here for this!”

Introductions are hence properly made and handshakes are shared alongside smiles.

When it’s all done, your dad clears his throat, “Isn’t there a case you guys need to be solving?”

“We really should get started,” Reid pipes up

Hotch nods, moving toward Shawn with that stern, tight line of a lip of his, “What are your qualifications again?”

Figures that Shawn smirks like a smartass, “Does being awesome count as a qualification?”

Gus looks like he’s just about to slap Shawn upside the head, “We own and run a crime solving consulting business called Psych and have retainers with the SBPD. Also, he’s a psychic.”

Hotch stares for a second, “Alright, well, if you’re anything like your sister,  you’re probably pretty good at this. Here’s the deal,”

But of course, Shawn didn’t hear much past that. No, the rules to him had always been mostly irrelevant.

When Hotch stopped talking, Shawn smiled, “Let’s go catch a serial killer!”