#juliet o'hara x you

[ggardengirl]

how is it that nobody has giffed the moment in psych 6x13 “lets doo-wop it again” where shawn is high after surgery and goes “and you’re my wo-man. put a baby in me.” and jules responds with “now’s not the time, shawn.”

like that is a tumblr gifset if i’ve ever seen one

[sometimes-a-night-owl]

Juliet: "why does Shawn call you babygirl?"

Lassiter: "how about we stop talking for a little while"

[sawyerfalksthesilverfox]

WIP: "The Moments We Live For"

[This is a snippet from a WIP inspired by "(Kissed You) Good Night" by Gloriana. For Carlton Lassiter x Juliet O'hara from Psych. I started this thing over a decade ago, and did not get very far - especially once the show went very hard on Juliet x Shawn. Still like it though.]

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Juliet's back slammed hard into the wall beside her staircase. Always opportunistic, the young woman's hands immediately sought purchase in Lassiter's short hair. She tugged the much-taller man insistently downward, their lips and tongues continuing their passionate, heated kiss. However, the sudden vibration of their actions rippled through the surface and disrupted the bookcase that shared the wall; a slim book about proper feline care popped free and fell, dragging another volume with it. They fell to the hardwood in a tumble of pages, smacking against each other in the process. 

The burst of sound drew Lassiter's attention momentarily, and he glanced back at Juliet with a scrunched look of concern. 

"I didn't hurt your back just there, did-" 

"No, of course not, now kiss me, dammit," the young woman demanded, her voice practically a growl. 

Desire flashed in the clear blue of her partner's eyes, and he made good on her demand. 

Lassiter swept her into another searing kiss, both exploring her mouth and lightly battling with Juliet's insistent tongue. Static thrummed gently under her skin, the shockwaves of it all settling in her center with distant throbs. The scent of him was something delightfully masculine and heady with arousal; Old Spice, most likely (Lassiter did love the classics) combined with something all his own. 

All the while she was pinned to the wall, gasping and whimpering. Lassiter drank them all down, Juliet's soft noises of want spurring him on to continue. 

He tilted her chin to him, nibbling her lip, tugging gently before swiping away the pinpricks of sensation with his tongue. 

Fuck, did Carlton know how to kiss. 

[inevitablemoment]

The Aquinnah Chronicles Playlist (so far-- will be updated)

i. a sorta fairytale (tori amos)

like a good book // i can't put this day back // a sorta fairytale with you

ii. the shoop shoop song [it's in his kiss] (linda ronstadt)*

does he love me? i wanna know // how can i tell if he loves me so?

iii. paper rings (taylor swift)

i like shiny things // but i'd marry you with paper rings

iv. dog days are over (florence + the machine)

happiness hit her like a train on a track // coming towards her, stuck still, no turning back

v. running up that hill [a deal with god] (kate bush)

if i only could // i'd make a deal with god // and get him to swap our places

vi. running up that hill [epic version] (samuel kim)

no lyrics

vii. romeo and juliet (dire straits)

the dice was loaded from the start // and i bet, when you exploded into my heart

viii. journey to the past (christy altomare)

heart, don't fail me now // courage, don't desert me // don't turn back now that we're here

ix. magic to do (patina miller, pippin 2013 revival cast)

journey, journey to a spot ex // 'citing, mystic and exotic // journey through our anecdote revue

x. corner of the sky (matthew james thomas)

so many men seem destined to settle for something small // but i won't rest until i know i'll have it all // so don't ask me where i'm going // just listen when i'm gone // and far away, you'll hear me singing softly to the dawn

xi. ocean away (barlow & bear, ft. darren criss)*

am i the one to blame // when we're dancing in the same room // but you're an ocean away

xii. shy (sarah jessica parker)

can't you guess // that this confident air // is a mask that i wear // 'cause i'm shy?

More under the cut

xiii. doll on a music box/truly scrumptious reprise (sally ann howes & dick van dyke)*

you cannot see // how much i long to be free // turning around on this music box // that's wound by a key

xiv. elaborate lives (adam pascal & heather headley)

we all live such elaborate lives // wild ambitions in our sights // how an affair of the heart survives // days apart and hurried nights

xv. feels like this (maisie peters)

uncover secrets // treasure hunting days away // stumbling on diamonds // i'm speechless and blown away

xvi. salvation (gabrielle aplin)

i never meant to fall for you // but i was buried underneath // and all that i could see was white

xvii. medicine (james arthur)

you're my bulletproof vest when it's getting dangerous // always make me feel blessed // you're my guardian angel

xviii. love alone (katelyn tarver)

it's on the line // i'm waiting for a sign // i see it in your eyes, i // i know you really feel the same

xix. another op'nin', another show (kiss me, kate 2019 cast)

another job that you hope, at last // will make your future forget your past // another pain where the ulcers grow

xx. shall we dance? (kelli o'hara & ken watanabe)

shall we dance? // on a bright cloud of music // shall we fly?

xxi. i'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair (kelli o'hara & ensemble)

don't try to patch it up // tear it up, tear it up // wash him out, dry him out // push him out, fly him out // cancel him and let him go

xxii. strangers like me (tammy tuckey)

i want to know // can you show me // i want to know about these strangers like me

xxiii. simple joys (patina miller)

sweet summer evenings // hot wine and bread // sharing your supper, sharing your bed // simple joys have a simple voice // that says "why not go ahead?"

xxiv. morning glow (matthew james thomas & ensemble)

morning glow all day long // while we sing tomorrow's song // never knew we could be so strong // but now it's very clear // morning glow is almost here

xxv. i won't say i'm in love (carrie hope fletcher)

if there's a prize for rotten judgement // i guess i've already won that // no man is worth the aggravation

xxvi. illicit affairs (taylor swift)

don't call me kid, don't call me baby // look at this godforsaken mess that you made me // you showed me colors you know I can't see // with anyone else

xxvii. you belong with me (taylor swift)

i remember you driving to my house // in the middle of the night // i'm the one who makes you laugh // when you know you're about to cry

*Version not available on Spotify

[crazyk-imagine]

Another One

Pairing: Carlton Lassiter/ Female reader 

Characters: Reader, Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, Juliet O’Hara, Burton “Gus” Guster, Henry Spencer, brief mentions of Buzz (more so his car) 

Warnings: Mentions of reader being thrown overboard (once), Shawn being a whining little shit XD, Henry says he likes the reader more

Word Count: 1,803

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"Hey, you know, I think I'm one too," you say, wrapping the towel around yourself, shielding you from the cold. You curl further into yourself while looking up at Shawn, the idiot psychic, as you’ve just recently started to call him (within the last two minutes). 

If someone had asked you how you felt about Shawn a day ago, you probably would have said he’s a… good friend or someone good to know if you’re ever in a sticky situation, something along those lines. 

But not today, not now because right now, all you call feel is the water droplets falling from face and hair, landing on the towel as you think about the friendship you two share. 

-

“We need to follow him,” Shawn whispers in your ear.

“What? Why?”

“Something’s not right. I have a feeling he’s going to strike again.”

“What if you’re wrong?”

“Oh, but dear sweet fruity pebble lover, I am not wrong. In fact, I am more than right.”

“That makes no sense,” you say with a confused expression.

“You make no sense.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Okay, let’s try this-”

“I’m listening.”

“Don’t interrupt me. Let’s follow from a distance and not talk to the suspect.”

“That doesn’t sound like fun.”

“This isn’t fun. Technically this is supposed to be yours and Gus’s job but, he’s busy doing his real job-”

“This is a real job.”

“He has another job to pay bills and provide for himself. You’re basically his sugar baby.”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

You nod sympathetically, patting his shoulder, “it’s true. No one else wants to admit it, so I will.”

“This is why I like you. You’re honest.”

You press your lips together, making them look thinner, “is that it?” 

“Yeah.” 

“We gonna follow him now.”

“Yeah. Afterwards, you wanna get some tacos?”

“Or jerk chicken?”

Shawn clicks his tongue, smiling, “I knew I liked you.”

-

"One what exactly?" Shawn asks, standing beside you, watching as Jules and Lassiter put the guy who tried to drown you, into Buzz's cruiser. 

"A psychic." 

"Really?" Shawn turns his focus onto you after briefly listening to your skeptical statement. 

"Yeah, wanna know why?" You push yourself out of the ambulance, slowly removing the blanket. 

"Boy do I," he jokes, bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

"I see a grave in your future." You toss the blanket into your, now unoccupied seat. 

"What?" He stops bouncing. 

"Because I'm gonna kill you," you add, sounding completely serious which scares him. 

Shawn's eyes widen when he sees your hand about to grab his shirt, he starts screaming and runs away. 

"Get back here Shawn," you chase after him, a few feet behind him, as he zig zag’s through the cop cars surrounding the area. 

"No," he yells, looking over his shoulder to see you right behind him. He turns back around to make sure he doesn’t run into anyone. 

A familiar blue car belonging to a certain pharmaceutical rep pulls up and steps out of the car. 

"Gus. Gus. Buddy, you gotta help me." 

Gus furrows his brow before he sees you chasing his best friend. He pops his lip and shakes his head. He already knew how upset you’d be with Shawn when he called Gus earlier that day. "No, Shawn, you brought this on yourself. I had nothing to do with this." 

"Please, buddy. Mr. Silly pants, help me." He says, his voice sounding wheezy with the last few words as he hunches over, placing his hands on his knees.

"You can ask people for help, but they won't help you," you shout, crouching behind the car in front of the two. 

"You don't know that." Shawn starts running again. 

"Yes, I do because I'm one of those people." 

"Yeah, well doesn't mean I can't-" He starts screaming when you launch yourself onto his back. 

"Would you shut up already? It's like listening to a-" Carlton complains, stopping when you bump into him. He turns around to find you on Shawn’s back. 

"Sorry, Carlton but I need to kill Shawn," you grunt when he starts spinning.

He steps in front of the two of you, "as much as I would to see that. We need to go back to the station so we can get your statement." 

"Yeah, sure. After-" 

Carlton interrupts, "no, you're going with O'Hara. O'Hara!" 

Jules walks away from Buzz's cruiser, "yes, Carlton?" 

"Take her to the station and don't forget to get her statement." 

"Okay," she turns away from him, looking at you, "are you ready? What’s going on here? You know what, actually, don’t answer that." 

You groan and hop off his back, looking Shawn in the eyes, “you better watch yourself.”

When you and Jules are a few feet away Shawn decides now is the best time to open his mouth and says, “no! You watch yourself, fruity pebbles.” 

You turn around, prepared to run back towards him. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Carlton stops in front of you, crossing his arms. 

You look over his shoulder. “Carl, let me get one good hit,” you glance back at your boyfriend. 

He gives you a pointed look. 

You pout, “fine. I won’t go after Shawn.” 

“That’s good to hear,” he takes a step closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You snuggle into him before placing your hands on his chest, “I’m gonna get your suit and badge wet.” 

He pulls you closer and rests his head on top of yours before briefly pulling away to peck you on your forehead. 

“If your badge is rusty or your babies aren’t working properly, don’t blame me.” 

“I could never blame you, if anything, I’ll blame Spencer.” 

“Sounds good to me.” 

“Uh, if I may interject, that does not work well for me. In fact, I find it a little rude,” Shawn interrupts the touching moment between the two of you. 

“Even thought it was your fault,” Gus adds. 

“I don’t think that’s true.” 

“I wasn’t here, and I can tell that it was.” 

“Gus, you’re supposed to be on my side.” 

“Why would I be on the losing side?” 

“So, you only side with me when I’m right?” Gus looked away, ignoring the question as he walks away. 

“Gus… Buddy… Gus! Come on.” 

“As much as I find it cute that the two of you are together, I need to bring you down to the station and get your statement and talk to the chief about having an officer outside of your house,” Juliet says. 

Carlton sighs and pulls away from you, holding your hand, “be safe, alright?” He looks away from you to give Juliet a serious look, “keep her safe, don’t let her out of your sight.” 

“Of course, Carlton.” 

“I have a question,” Gus says, smacking Shawn’s hands away from him. 

The latter whines, holding his hand before glaring at his friend. 

“What’s that, Gus?” The female detective of the group asks. 

“Why is Shawn’s dad, here?” Gus points to where Henry’s coming from. 

The psychic detective smiles, “he’s clearly here for-” 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“What-” 

“First, you follow the suspect with no backup. Then, when Gus says he’s busy, you go and find the next best person you can use as your chauffer and almost get her killed.” 

“He was very mean, Henry. He practically forced me to help him,” you add, hiding your smile when Henry looks over at you. 

“Yes, I know. He was antsy and impatient to wait for the police to do their job and took matters into his own hand while forcing you to join him along for the ride but,” he raises his finger at you. “Don’t pretend like you’re all innocent over there, missy.” 

“I didn’t do anything.” 

“You’re using your “I’m blaming Shawn, so I don’t get in trouble” voice. You’ve been doing it since all three of you,” he points to you, Shawn, and Gus. “Were kids and clearly, that’s not gonna change. Juliet, you don’t need to take her home. She can spend the night at my house and Gus can take Shawn to his place.” 

“Why does she get to go home with my daddio?” 

“Daddio?” Jules, Henry, and Gus repeats. 

“Why do I feel like you don’t want me at home?” The psychic detective asks. “Because, I’d have less to worry about with her and,” he leans closer to his son, whispering, “I like her more. Come on, sweetheart.” 

As you pass Shawn, you give him a “I told you so” smirk. 

“Well, that was rude,” Shawn mumbles. - “I knew I liked you for a reason, Henry,” you tell him. 

He chuckles, “yeah, yeah. I have a blanket in the truck for you.” 

You sigh out in relief, “thank you. This is already becoming a much better evening.” 

“Hang on,” Juliet calls out. 

“I know, I have to go down to the station to give my statement but, can I give it to you after I take a shower and change out of my wet clothes. I think we all would prefer if I wasn’t sick. Think about how Carlton would feel if I was at home… sick… with no one to nurse me back to health.” 

The detective purses her lips, “I think we both know he would drop all of his cases so; he could take care of you.” 

“True but, if he gets sick and has to miss even more work…” 

“Alright, fine. You know, you didn’t have to say anything. I came over to tell you to change and get out of your wet clothes before coming down to the station.” 

“Oh. Well then, we’re in agreement.” 

“You’ve been with Shawn for way too long.” 

“I have. He’s starting to rub off on me,” you shiver in fake disgust. 

“I’ll leave you to it.” 

“Thanks Jules, for everything tonight.” 

“Just doing my job.” 

“You do it well.” - You turn around and make your way to Henry’s truck, both of you jump when you see there’s someone inside. “Shawn, get out or scoot over,” you order. 

“No.” 

“Shawn,” Henry adds. 

The psychic groans, “fine.” 

You hop in, “give me the blanket.” 

“No.” 

“Give it to me.” 

“No. I’m feeling a little chill.” 

“I was the one who was thrown into the ocean. Give me the blanket.” 

The two of you start tugging on the blanket. 

“You two, cut it out.” 

“Sorry,” you both apologize. 

“I need it,” you whisper, yanking on the item. 

“No.” 

You punch him in the arm and take it when he rubs his arm. “Suck it.” 

“You suck it,” Shawn says, in his normal childish way. 

“You suck it.” You put your phone next to your face so, you and Gus can sing, “suck it.”

“How dare you use my best friend against me.” 

You shrug, “it was easy.”

[youngsamberg]

PSYCH || 3x04 “The Greatest Adventure in the History of Basic Cable”

[r1ver-6]

Last Season, here we go!

8x3- Remake A.K.A Cloudy... With a Chance of Improvement: the sheer ridiculousness of the remakes and making fun of Roday’s role in Dukes of Hazzard is superb

8x9- fake dating and Gus goes along with it, Shawn worrying over Gus and being his boyfriend, plus talk of Gus being so reliant on Shawn that all his other romantic endeavors fail, literally seeks Shawn out for comfort (inspired my fic Start at the End :] )

8x10- Shules, ShawnGus, Shassie, this episode has some for everyone. Is good, is so good, a solid finale which is hard to come by sometimes

[figsandfandoms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Psych (TV 2006) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Juliet O'Hara/Shawn Spencer Characters: Juliet O'Hara, Shawn Spencer, Burton "Gus" Guster, Sam Sloane, Carlton Lassiter Additional Tags: Lassie's only on the phone but I guess he counts?, Fluff Summary:

Shawn hasn't done anything for Valentine's Day, and Juliet is not happy.

[someonefantastic]

“I’m going to wrap both of us up in your favorite green snuggie”

I commissioned the amazingly talented @aestheticdork454 to draw Shawn and Juliet in a snuggie (because let’s face it, we were robbed) and turned out amazingly adorable! Seriously, she’s so talented and these two are so cute!! Necklace design is by @tonystarkshomeoflostkiddos. You can check out aesthethicdork’s insta page here.

[thewolffearsher]

Psych

Is there anybody in the Psych fandom that wants to create some fan art for me, just for fun?

Head Detective Carlton Lassiter is sprawled out in the sand, laying on his suit jacket with his sleeves rolled up and top unbuttoned, his socks and shoes laid out next to him. She had never seen the man so unprofessional, she grinned. It looked like Lassiter got dragged to the beach before he even got the chance to change out of his work clothes, she could see his shoulder holster laying in the sand and his gun seemed to be hidden somewhere.

Bonus points if Shawn is somewhere in the photo.

[alinelovelace]

List your 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag ten more people to keep it going

Thank you for the tag @andalsoangels ❤️

1.) Alexis Rose- Schitt's Creek

2.) Cece Parekh - New Girl

3.) Dana Scully- The X-Files

4.) Charlotte "Chuck" Charles- Pushing Daisies

5.) Juliet O'Hara- Psych

6.) Angela Montenegro- Bones

7.) Veronica Mars- Veronica Mars

8.) Kara Danvers- Supergirl

9.) Eve Polastri- Killing Eve

10.) Amy Santiago- Brooklyn 99

And I'm tagging @bianxiousandcute @sprqpointintern @giftedpoison @quadraphonictypewriter anyone else who wants to !

[queerbuckleys]

Hey, for the fandom asks, how about favourite character, least favourite character, choice for a roommate, favourite ship and NOTP, for Psych, please? Thanks.😊

dee omg yessss

ok, its been a hot minute since i have done a rewatch but -

✹ favorite character

Juliet O'hara- loml, looking back she contributed to my gay realizations for sure. ☣ least favorite character

oh man- imma go with out of main and recurring im not a big fan of mr. yang- i think the plot of those episodes are well written i just dont like her.

⌂ choice for a roommate

can i say juliet again? ♛ favorite ship 

shules my beloved

also shawn x therapy ✘ NOTP

honestly idk- i dont read a whole lot of fanfic for psych/ havent in a long time so i am not really aware of non-canon ships, and i like all the endgame ships in the series.

fandom asks

you can ask me about any of the things listed here, cause contrary to popular belief I consume and enjoy other media other than 9-1-1 🤣

[alj4890]

Crack Fic Request

(Psych! X Choices: The Royal Romance) as requested by @krsnlove 😂

A/N WARNING This is pure crack. I am combing two of my all time favorites: Psych and The Royal Romance cast of characters. If you haven't ever watched Psych about a fake psychic detective, please...do so. You have no idea the laughter that is missing from your life. If you are a fan of delicious flavor, then read on.

I have no idea who to tag other than my other fellow Psych lover, @hopelessromantic1352

Masterlist

History? What About Her Story?

"My love, have you seen the book you gave me on our wedding day?" Liam walked along the shelves of the palace library, searching each brown leather spine.

"No. I don't believe I have seen it since the reception." Riley set her book down and began to help him search. "Did you allow someone to borrow it?"

"No." He frowned and called for Bastien. A search was conducted with no results.

"It has to be somewhere in here." She muttered.

Maxwell and Drake joined them, bringing Hana and Olivia. After much discussion, Maxwell offered to call in a favor.

"I know a guy who is able to solve these type of mysteries." He pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts.

____________________

Santa Barbara, California

"Chief, the psychic realm is buzzing with gossip and a little ethereal bird told me to stop by." Shawn announced, bursting in on a meeting between Chief Vick, Head Detective Carlton Lassiter, and Detective Juliet O'Hara.

"Mr. Spencer, I don't know what birds are whispering in your ear but they need to remind you not to interrupt a meeting." She said in a frustrated tone.

"Sorry Chief, but when they tweet, I must answer. Usually with hashtags. Right, Gus?" Shawn turned to his best friend and partner.

"It's true Chief. He uses an unusual amount of hashtags." Gus added.

"Dude! You know my Twitter followers need to be in the know. I can't just offer a thought without a dozen or so carefully phrased hashtags to explain it's significance." Shawn reached over for Juliet's doughnut and was immediately batted away.

"Jules! Sharing is caring." He reminded her.

"If there are doughnuts, we need to be made aware of their location." Gus searched the room and looked out toward the main room of the police station.

"Enough!" Carlton yelled. "Spencer, you and Gusster go find a doughnut and leave."

"Come on, Lassie. Don't you want to break bread with us. Or a doughnut as the case might be while we discuss the next step in our investigation?" Shawn tried to secretly slide Juliette's doughnut his way, earning another slap.

"I would rather go to a hot yoga class with McNabb." Carlton uttered in a deadpan voice.

"Well, I for one am ready to find this Corduroy antique." Shawn said sitting down and propping his feet up on the table.

"Cordonian." Gus corrected.

"I've heard it both ways." Shawn quickly repsonded.

"Shawn you didn't even know it was a country." Gus added.

"Gus, I can't help that the psychic tweets didn't give a geography lesson with the message. There's only a limited number of characters allowed." Shawn argued.

"Gentlemen!" Chief Vick interrupted. She stared pointedly at Shawn until he took his feet off the conference table. "Due to the international attention you and Lassister and O'Hara have gained with past investigations, the King and Queen of Cordonia have asked the four of you to come help find out what happened to one of the king’s prized possessions. The mayor insists you go to show how Santa Barbara is keeping up international relations."

"The tweets never lie." Shawn said, a smile lighting up his face. "What type of clothing should we pack?"

"It's in the Mediterranean." Juliet told him.

"So, snowsuit?" Shawn asked.

"Be ready to leave first thing tomorrow morning. King Liam is sending his private plane for you." Vick flicked her hands for them to leave.

__________________

"Gus, I was meant for this lifestyle. Private planes. Servants. Ruling over a small country. Adored by my people." Shawn reclined in the Corinthian leather chair as the plane flew over the Atlantic.

"Dude, your people would overthrow you within a week." Gus muttered.

"And what a glorious week it would be." Shawn replied.

Gus glanced behind him to where Juliet and Carlton were sleeping. "What did Maxwell tell you?"

"Some brown book filled with the country’s history is missing. The queen presented it as a wedding gift. Who gives their spouse an ancient book as a gift on their wedding night? Do you think there was underwear in it? I bet--"

"Shawn." Gus attempted to reign Shawn's ramblings in.

"Anyway, they can't find it. So it is up to us to find out who took it, why they did, and where it is now."

"Great. Did Maxwell offer any leads?"

Shawn frowned. "No...but how many people actually were in a small palace of a tiny country?"

_________________

Liam and Riley walked with Maxwell down the corridor. "A psychic?" Liam asked again. "I can't believe we invited a psychic detective to assist in this."

Maxwell nodded. "Shawn isn't some run of the mill psychic. He has solved numerous thefts, murders, even stopped a notorious serial killer. I think he will have this book back in your hands by this evening."

They walked into the study and warmly greeted their guests.

"Maxwell!" Shawn walked up and fist bumped him. "How long has it been?"

"Um...I want to say a two months since I was in Canada. The whole book tour being interrupted by Pierre Despereaux's thefts was when we last met." Maxwell explained.

"Thefts?" Riley asked.

"An international art thief, your majesty." Juliet explained, dropping into an awkward curtsy.

"Please, there is no need for any of that." Riley said with a smile. "I'm still not used to it. Every time someone needs a refill on drinks, I hop up to get it."

Juliet laughed and clapped her hands. "Your story is the stuff of dreams. I love how you and King Liam met."

"O'Hara." Carlton muttered.

"Right. Sorry." Juliet straightened up beside him.

"Can you tell us if you have any new staff, possibly seen anyone suspicious around the book?" Carlton asked.

"No, most have been here for years. The ones visiting the palace are nobles and friends that have never caused a problem of this sort." Liam explained.

"Of this sort?" Gus repeated. "So there have been problems?"

Liam shared a loaded glance with Riley. "I recently created a council of both nobles and commoners to help my queen and I rule to the best of our abilities. After the terrorist attacks from the Sons of the Earth, I wanted to try and not allow a situation like that to develop again."

Shawn raised his hand to his head. "I'm sensing that there were a few who did not agree with this."

Riley nodded, eyes wide. "There were some, one in particular, Lord Neville."

"The singer of Tell It Like It Is?" Shawn asked.

"That's Aaron Neville." Gus corrected.

"Right, the quarterback for Green Bay." Shawn asked.

"That's Aaron Rogers!" Gus exclaimed

"Right. Love his neighborhood." Shawn put his hand back to his head. "I'm sensing that Lord Rogers--"

"Neville." Gus whispered.

"That Lord Neville might wish to get back at you. Mayhap even--" he turned to Gus. "Did I use mayhap right?"

"Yes." Gus answered

"Too pretentious?" Shawn furrowed his brow.

"A little bit." Gus shrugged.

"It's this setting. I mean look at this place. Velvet sitting chairs. Who has this? Really, even velvet drapes? Does Elton John visit?" Shawn walked over and lifted the red drape.

"He has..." Liam replied, trying to keep up with Shawn's thought process.

"Is he planning on visiting soon?"

"I--" Liam shrugged. "I don't think so."

"Hmm. To solve this mystery, I am going to need to become one with this palace. I am going to need to eat what you eat. Sit where you sit. Touch what you touch." Shawn winked at Riley, earning a smack to the back of the head from Carlton.

He glared at Shawn before turning to Liam. "Rest assured that O'Hara and I will do all we can to solve this for you."

"If you wouldn't mind, we need to speak to your head of security." Juliet added.

"Of course, right this way." Liam and Riley walked out with the two detectives.

Maxwell grinned. "Alright guys, show me that magic you did in Canada."

"Oh you will see the magic." Shawn promised.

"We got magic for days." Gus added.

"At least for a couple of hours." Shawn corrected. "Maybe an encore card trick or two."

Maxwell chuckled and finger gunned them on his way out. "Great. Let me know if you need anything."

"Magic for days? Really Gus?" Shawn shook his head and left the study.

"What? The man asked for it. What was I supposed to say? Shawn!" Gus ran after him.

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"We start with the list Maxwell gave us of those that are normally in the palace." Shawn explained. "From there, we can easily say Neville did it and we receive some kind of royal award, like a spare chest of jewels or a quick swim in the gold vault."

"Liam is not Scrooge McDuck." Gus reminded him.

"Are you saying he doesn't have a gigantic money vault that he secretly swims in while wearing a bathing suit from the turn of the century?"

"Yes. That's what I'm saying."

"Well, that's disappointing." Shawn muttered.

The pair stopped by an office and knocked. When they opened the door they saw a petite, strikingly beautiful blonde filing some papers. "Who are you?" She asked, eyes narrowing.

"My name is Shawn Spencer and this is my partner, Sir Spinsalot. We have been asked to assist in locating the King's missing book."

Madeleine sat down behind her desk. "And?"

"We were wondering who you suspected." Gus leaned closer. "A lady of your talents of changing the minds of the people should have a few suspects in mind."

A proud smile formed. "When King Liam chose an American waitress as his Queen, there were some that were less enthused with his choice."

Shawn zeroed in on her fingers tensing, the old issues of magazines behind her desk, and the faint tan line on her ring finger. There was also a flyer partially hidden with the word rebound on it. A sticky note had a m and a f with groups of numbers listed. 1728 and 1817 were written down. "I'm sensing that these nobles preferred someone else. They wanted you to be queen."

She momentarily stilled. "Yes they did. After my upbringing as the Countess of Fydella, I was the natural choice as queen."

"I bet they were disappointed when Liam ended your engagement." Gus added.

A hard glint came into her eyes. "I suppose so. Who wouldn't wish for one trained since birth how to run a country and interact with nobles and dignitaries around the world without an entourage to constantly tell her what to do?"

"Good to see you're not bitter." Shawn stood up. "Thank you for your time."

"Do you think she did it?" Gus whispered as they walked down the hall.

"Nah. She has moved on with this new position. Plus it looks like she is getting some type of rebound counseling after being dumped. She's the kind that has to be needed." He explained.

"I think I could need her." Gus grinned, brushing his thumb across his nose.

"I say this with all the love in my heart. Something is wrong with you." Shawn stepped outside.

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"He did it." Shawn nodded toward a man dressed in a demin shirt talking to Juliet.

"What? That's the King's best friend!" Gus exclaimed.

"Doesn't matter. He did it." Shawn persisted. "Only a thief would flirt to distract the investigation."

"He's not flirting. Juliet is." Gus pointed out.

"Man." Shawn shook his head and walked over.

Juliet was smiling. "....I named him Sprinkles because of his dappled coat."

Drake's smirk appeared and he looked up as Shawn and Gus approached. Juliet turned and introduced them.

"Drake, this is Shawn Spencer and Burton Gusster."

He nodded to them. "How's the investigation going? Any leads?"

"It's going." Shawn answered. "I'm not at liberty to reveal any parts."

Drake cocked an eyebrow. "You're not at liberty?"

"That's right, Jack! The psychic's relationship with the visions he is given is precious. Has to be nurtured. It's a circle of trust and it gets upset when I share its secrets with suspiciously handsome dudes that flex their muscles in a barn. Or stable. Is this a stable?" Shawn pulled the door open.

"It's a stable." Gus decided.

Juliet looked up in silent frustration. "Thank you Drake for your time. Guys, I will see you back at the palace." She walked away.

Shawn noticed Drake checking Juliet out and spoke harshly.

"So what do you do here?"

"Er...I do...things." Drake muttered.

"What type of things?" Gus asked.

"I...you couldn't really put a name on it. I do a variety of...stuff." Drake stuttered.

"Is theft of antique cornucopia history--" Shawn began.

"Cordonian." Gus corrected.

"Cordonian history rank as one of your things?" Shawn asked.

Drakes eyes narrowed. "What? Are you actually accusing me of stealing from my best friend?"

"No!" Gus said while Shawn said, "YES!" At the same time.

Drake glared at them and stormed off.

"What's his problem?" Shawn asked.

"Shawn, you just accused the man of stealing. What did you expect?"

"I don't know. Maybe point me toward the most likely suspect. Didn't he seem a little more secretive than one would normally be?" Shawn asked.

"Maybe. Why?" Gus watched Drake walk into a hidden side door.

"I think he's hiding something." Shawn motioned his head in the direction Drake disappeared. "We need to keep an eye on him."

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"There has to be food somewhere in this joint." Shawn muttered.

Gus threw his arm out, stopping Shawn. He took a sniff and turned down a hallway.

"Super sniffer activated. What!" Shawn exclaimed following his friend.

"Do you smell that?" Gus asked, stopping again.

Shawn took a deep breath and let out an exaggerated moan. "It smells like heaven's bakery: one filled with cinnamon, sugar, chocolate, and our third grade teacher Ms. Ferguson wearing that sundress on field day."

Gus closed his eyes in memory. "You know that's right. Every teacher should look like her."

They stepped into the kitchen and watched a lady in a pink dress remove a tray of snickerdoodles from the oven. She brushed her long dark hair back and began to place the cookies on a cooling rack.

"I'm in love." Gus whispered.

Shawn nodded at the vision before them. He walked up to her with a look of wonder on his face. "Excuse me, but are you an angel?"

Hana looked up and giggled sweetly. "I know you! You're the private detectives Maxwell called in." She wiped her hands before holding one out. "I'm Lady Hana Lee."

"My name is Shawn Spencer and the suave gentleman stealing cookies is my partner, The Duke of Earl."

Gus quickly swallowed and gave a slow wave. "Hello."

Hana's grow furrowed. "The Duke of what?"

"Earl. But you can call me Slade." Gus replied with a seductive look.

Hana nodded and motioned toward the counter covered in sweet treats. "Please, help yourself. I tend to overdo it when I bake."

"That is impossible." Gus muttered. He took a bite of a still warm brownie and rolled his eyes in pleasure. "I'm proposing to her tonight." He whispered to Shawn.

"Tonight? I'm proposing marriage this afternoon. She can't be real." Shawn filled a plate with a variety of sweets and sat down. With a mouthful of food and a few moans of pleasure he began to question her. "Lady Hana, have you noticed anyone acting suspicious lately?"

She poured them each a glass of milk and chewed on her bottom lip. "No."

Gus slapped Shawn's hand away from his plate. "Stop playing Shawn!"

"Come on son. You grabbed the last of the macarons! The least you can do is offer one or two."

"Not my fault you took your time with the magic bars." Gus countered.

"They literally have magic in the name. They taste like what I imagine Siegfried and Roy playing with baby tigers feels like." Shawn reached over again and shook his head when slapped. "I can't believe how greedy you're being."

"I don't care." Gus replied in a high pitched voice.

Hana laughed and went over to one of the containers filled with more macarons. She offered it to Shawn and blushed when he exclaimed over her. "I don't care what you say, I can see your wings and halo."

"This is what nice people do Gus, they give." Shawn held up the cookies Hana handed him.

"Suck it Shawn."

"You suck it."

They began to talk quickly over each other and suddenly stopped. Shawn took a drink of milk and focused on Hana. "I'm sensing that you have seen someone you are close to acting odd recently."

Her lips parted in surprise. "Yes, I have. But he couldn't have taken the book! He is much too loyal to ever do something against Liam."

Shawn placed his hand to his head, closed his eyes and slapped Gus for trying to take another brownie. "I'm sensing that the one you are worried about is Drake."

Hana gasped. "Yes! Maxwell told me you were the real thing, but I couldn't believe it."

"I am merely the vessel," he slapped the back of Gus's head for trying again, "that the visions use. Now, would it be too much trouble to find something we can use to carry all of this with us?"

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“I don’t like this.” Gus whispered as he crept behind Shawn through the dark palace halls.

“Drake wasn’t in his room. It’s two in the morning. Where is he?” Shawn responded. “I’m telling you, he is up to no good.”

“You’re just jealous that Juliet was flirting with him instead of you.” Gus muttered.

“Please. Me? Jealous? Just because Jules basically giggled like an eighth grade girl over that ridiculously good looking man means--” He held his hand up and stopped Gus. He pointed down another hallway where he could see Drake standing in front of a door.

“What’s he doing?” Gus asked.

Shawn moved in an exaggerated manner to hide behind a suit of armor. He motioned for Gus to follow. He shook his head no. Shawn began to motion faster while Gus silently argued back. They did rock, paper, scissors three times with Gus losing. He snuck over.

Drake looked behind him before knocking in a strange pattern. After a few moments he tried the pattern again, his brow furrowing with the continued silence that followed.

Shawn went to move to another suit of armor, only to end up frozen with a sword to his throat.

“One more move and you and your little friend will be a shish kabob.” 

A sultry red head moved out of the shadows and narrowed her green eyes at the pair. “What are you doing here?”

Drake turned around and glared. “It’s those psychic detectives Maxwell called in.”

Olivia kept her sword against Shawn’s throat.

“You would need at least three more.” Shawn suddenly said.

“What are you blabbering about?” Olivia demanded.

“For kabobs.” Shawn continued. “Everyone knows that you can’t just have two things. You need something to make the kebobs pop, like onions, tomatoes, something green. Most add some zucchini yet I think bell peppers add more zing--”

“SILENCE!” Olivia said over his ramblings. “Why are you following Drake?”

“Could you lower the sword?” Gus asked.

She dropped it down. “Now talk before I change my mind.”

“We are searching for the cornstarch--”

“Cordonian!” Gus corrected yet again.

“Cordonian history book.” Shawn finished.

“They think I took it.” Drake folded his muscular arms across his chest.

“Why would Drake steal the book? It is only about nobles and ancient scandals. I think one of the last entries was from 1817.” Olivia noted. 

Shawn thought back as his brain flashed to that post it note with that particular year listed. He raised his hand to his temple. “I KNOW WHO STOLE THE BOOK!”

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Everyone gathered half asleep in Liam’s study. Shawn stood in the middle of the room. “I’m sure you all wonder why I asked you here.”

“Cut the crap Spencer.” Carlton replied. “We know you have some half cocked theory that will somehow be correct.”

Gus shrugged when Shawn turned to him.

“Really you too?” Shawn asked. 

“It’s late Shawn.” Gus countered. “We flew across the country and the Atlantic ocean to get here. I haven’t slept in thirty-six hours. You know how I get without sleep.”

“Gus, don’t be that can of Coke Zero. Bring back the sweetness.” Shawn pleaded.

He turned back to the group. “This missing piece of history isn’t filled with only boring facts. No! I sense that it is filled with the dirty secrets about what goes on in the unknown, deep, dark recesses of this palace.”

“It’s actually pretty bright everywhere.” Maxwell spoke up with a yawn.

Shawn ignored that. “Even though the scandals go back thousands--”

“Hundreds.” Gus whispered.

“Hundreds of years.” Shawn repeated. “They are still ones that some will want to remain in secret.”

“Who wouldn’t want that?” Drake muttered.

“Someone wanted to erase these recorded memories. Someone who has already gone through humiliation. Someone who doesn’t want their name added to their ancestors’ naughty times. Isn’t that right...LADY MADELEINE!”

Madeleine paused yawning. Her eyes widened for a moment. “I beg your pardon!”

“I can see it all now.” Shawn stood over her. “You were already sick of seeing your name in the magazines as the jilted fiancée of the King. When Riley asked you to be her publicist, it was a slap in the face for a Countess and former Queen in training. But you took it, because your family name was on the line. You had to correct your image somehow. What better way than to appear not only fine being pushed aside, but also being magnanimous to the foreign interloper.” 

Madeleine stared silently at him as he continued.

“It was going well until Riley decided to present Liam with a rare and very odd wedding gift. Seriously. Naught underwear is what all men want for gifts.” Shawn turned to Riley and Liam. “Back me up on this guys.”

“It’s true.” Drake muttered.

“Drake!” Riley exclaimed.

“No, he’s right, blossom. It is all we want.” Maxwell added.

Riley blushed and turned to Liam. “Were you disappointed?”

Liam shook his head. “Of course not. I love everything you have given me.” He frowned at Shawn, Drake, and Maxwell. “Proceed Mr. Spencer.”

“If only Riley had not found it.” Shawn continued. “You didn’t realize what it had until you flipped through it. Then you saw what your ancestors did. It wasn’t just on your mother’s side in 1728 that your people got into trouble, but also on your father’s side in 1817. After a little bit of research and the help of Olivia’s memory of your father being from England, it seems the former Duke of Karlington was involved in trying to overthrow Queen Charlotte. Couldn’t have that be discovered, could you?”

Madeleine glared at Olivia. “I should have known that a descendant from traitors would make certain to point out other decent noble’s despicable relatives.”

“You took the book and decided to have those pages removed. But how to do it in a way that Liam wouldn’t notice?” Shawn interrupted before Olivia could retaliate. “You needed to have the book taken apart by a specialist and then rebounded. Simple glue apparently wouldn’t do with the old leather. That’s why if we go to your desk we will find a brochure for a book binding place called Rebound.”

Madeleine paled. She stood up and lifted her chin. “Yes, I took it. If I refuse to recognize my ancestors that betrayed their monarchs then no one else should.”

Gus and Shawn shared a fist bump as Liam had Bastien lead Madeleine away.

Once she was gone, Shawn turned his sharp eyes on Drake and Olivia. “I see what the big secret is. I wasn’t sure which John Hughes movie you were. I thought maybe a gender switched Pretty In Pink. But now that you are all together, I see you guys are The Breakfast Club.”

“What?!” Everyone exclaimed.

“Olivia is Molly Ringwald. She’s rich and fallen for the less economically sound tough guy, Judd Nelson or Drake in this instance. Liam is Emilo Estevez. Nice. Popular. Everyone likes him. I guess that means Riley is Ally Sheedy. Hmm. Hana doesn’t really have a character. We could make you the principal but that just seems mean. Maybe the little sister to Anthony Michael Hall...but you’re too sweet for that too.  Maxwell...you’re Anthony Michael Hall but way cooler.” Shawn pointed at each one. “And just like in the movie, Molly and Judd are meeting in secret to be together.”

Everyone stared at the duchess and the commoner that were both speechless at their secret being discovered.

“And my work here is done.” Shawn exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. He walked over to the door. “If you will excuse me, I’m going to catch up on that sleep everyone was mentioning earlier.”

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“I am going to miss this country. After Hana refused my offer of marriage, I guess this will only be a fond memory.” Shawn said as he boarded the plane with the others.

“I’m just glad she made us going away bags.” Gus opened his and frowned. “Shawn! Where are my cookies?”

“Hmm? Seems like another mystery.” He held tight to his bag as Gus demanded he either share what he had or return what was stolen. “Man, I didn’t take your cookies.”

“You must be out of your damned mind if you think I believe that.” Gus argued. The best friends began to talk over one another, bringing up the great cupcake incident of fifth grade.

Juliet sighed as she sat down with Carlton. “It’s going to be a long flight.”

Carlton nodded. “Good thing I stole Guster’s bag of baked goods.” He offered a cookie to Juliet. She glanced at Shawn and Gus before biting into a chocolate chip cookie.

[thyla]

Fandom Asks: From Dusk Till Dawn and Psych! 💖💖💖

Thank you!!! I love your picks.

FOR FDTD:

my favorite female character: Kate Fuller

my favorite male character: Seth Gecko ;)

my favorite book/season/etc: I mean S1 was classic but I think I might have to say s3 even though I felt the ending was a bit rushed.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show): I actually don't think I have a favorite ep. There are more like moments I like from eps. BUT I have to choose, S3E05

my favorite cast member: Madison Davenport

my favorite ship: sethkate

a character I’d die defending: Seth Gecko

a character I just can’t sympathize with: Adien Tanner aka Sex Machine

a character I grew to love: Carlos Madrigal

my anti otp: seth x santanico

FOR PSYCH:

my favorite female character: Juliet O'hara

my favorite male character: Burton Guster

my favorite book/season/etc: I don't want to pick a season!! lol but hmmm prob s3 or s4?

my favorite episode (if its a tv show): Okay- I have many favorite eps. But I will just pick... S2E15: Tuesday the 17th. WAIT- no, I'm gonna pick S5E03: Not Even Close.... Encounters

my favorite cast member: Timothy Omudson

my favorite ship: shawngus

a character I’d die defending: Shawn Spencer

a character I grew to love: Henry Spencer

my anti otp: hmmm, I don't think I have one? they're all pretty shippable.

how about we do that thing where you give me a show/movie/fandom and I’ll tell you...

my favorite female character:

my favorite male character

my favorite book/season/etc

my favorite episode (if its a tv show)

my favorite cast member

my favorite ship

a character I’d die defending

a character I just can’t sympathize with

a character I grew to love

my anti otp