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I was wondering if you could write a fic with Shawn Spencer from Psych? Something where Shawn has a girlfriend or boyfriend who’s like goth? Dresses in all black, has a lot of piercings some on their lips, nose, ect. And lassie and Juliet somehow meet them and are all kinds of shocked because they didn’t expect Shawn to date someone like that.

You weren't nosy, nor were you controlling. When Shawn went off on a case and didn't call or text, leaving you to find out about it on the news, it made you a bit anxious. Hearing how he took down a cartel or caught the latest serial killer. While you were sitting in your apartment, he was out there flipping cars or something. Come to find out gus completely agreed with you. Shawn's non-eccentric best friend was the one to keep you in the loop. Except for the time he was busy. You hoped he was busy, and not kidnapped, or deep fried and cut into little tiny pieces to be fed to the public- maybe you need to calm down. Maybe it's nothing. You grab your bag and load into your car. No one stopped you from entering, pairing with all the chaos. "What're you doing here? No, how'd you get in?" Gus asked with his eyebrows approaching his hairline. "Some cop let me in. Mc- jab? Nab? Something like that. But forget that. I should be the one asking the questions here. Why weren't you responding to my texts?" Despite the fact you sounded like a nagging girlfriend to your boyfriend's boyfriend, you frown at him and shift your stance. "Shawn threw my phone off the harbour." The expression on your face softened when the mentioned spoke. "Wow! You've came to see me working. I have to say you didn't catch me at my best moment." He joked, remaining frozen as you got a look of his appearance. His clothes were shredded, like he'd been put through a garbage disposal. "What the hell, Shawn!" You exclaim, trying not to laugh, as you could see his nipple through the shreds. You pull off your jacket and push it at him. "Have a little modesty, Shawn. This is a workplace." Before a response from the psychic could even pop into his fast mind, a female voice spoke up, only capable of uttering the word, "Wow.." Your eyes bounce from each individual, trying to locate the voice, eventually landing on a blonde cop. "You must be Juliet. Shawn talks about you nonstop. I'm his.. well, we're dating." O'Hara was still in shock, perhaps your appearance contributed to her paralyzed state. "You're the one he was talking about?" The nod of your head was all she needed. "Not what you expected?" She shook her head. "Sorry uh- no. I didn't." At least she was honest. "Who's this?" Lassiter asked. "Don't care, back to work p-" Juliet cut him off. "They're dating Shawn." Jaw on the floor, looking you up and down, Lassiter was in shock. "I feel like I'm a museum exhibit." You laughed out. "I think you're gorgeous." Juliet smiled. "Not what I was expecting. What do you see in him, exactly?" Lassiter questioned. You had to answer a lot of questions. Good thing you weren't busy.

(this was rushed. Hope u like it though!)

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Welcome.. :)

figuring out how this works, but uhm.. HI! I'm a writer and i write for ALOT of fandoms, including:

Criminal Minds, Psych, Leverage, Scream, Marvel, Stranger Things, X-Men, The Good Doctor, Bones, Scream (all the movies.) And F.R.I.E.N.DS! i mostly (more like only) write x reader fics, but i can do characters and characters if anyone wants.

THIS IS A PLACE TO REQUEST SHIT!! ANYTHIN G PLEASE I HAVE SEVERE WRITERS BLOCK RN I NEED FUEL :(