Spencer has been a successful grifter ever since he ran from his overbearing
cop father - but when he and his best friend got ratted out in the middle of a
big job, he’s presented with a choice: either getting his ass dumped in jail,
or using his skills to work with the struggling detective department. Who knows
being a private eye isn’t all that different from pulling a good con?
“Gus” Guster was meant to be a pastor, but is currently working in
one of the best jazz club of the city… and acting as unofficial
doctor/assistant/smuggler for his wayward best friend. His dream is a neat
little medical practice and his name on a shiny tag on the door: meanwhile, he
spends early mornings drinking loads of coffee and pouring over medical textbooks.
Caught in the aftermath of Shawn’s failed hit, Gus can’t do anything but follow
him in his new career, take advantage of the brand-new forensics labs, and hope
they’ll make out of it alive. This time too.
O'Hara comes from a long line of con men – but she won’t be stopped by this, nor
by the fact she’s a five-foot-two dream of gold-blond curls and legs to kill
for. She’s wanted to be a cop all her life, and she will be – and considering
the chronic shortage of not-thoroughly-rotten cops the department is suffering
from, they can’t be that picky either. Through both her wits and her deep
compassion, Juliet will rapidly rise to be the ace undercover agent of the PD,
and its Head Detective’s right-hand and best friend.
Miss to you. It’s Detective O'Hara.
Lassiter has worked hard to get here: with Irish blood in his veins, raised by
a single mother in a working-class neighborhood, everyone expected him to turn
out a lowly laborer for some Irish mob family. Instead, he’s Head Detective -
the hardest and the best this city has ever had. With a wrecked marriage on his
back and the raging corruption strangling the force, he’s losing faith in his
ability to change things. Till a bunch of improbable misfits – as improbable as he is, actually – suddenly tumble into
his life, and Carlton realizes there’s still something worth to fight for.
The sun is
scorching, but dark things lurk under blue skies.
to be a long summer for the Psych Squad.
Shawn has been lots of things in his life - a thief, a smuggler, an archaeologist, a relic hunter. Basically, he’s Gus’s best friend.
Burton could have been teaching Renaissance Art at Berkeley - instead, he’s dodging bullets while fleeing from the bloodthirsty gangsters Shawn has managed to piss off. Some day he considers it his blessing. Someday he really, truly, madly does not.
Juliet is a reporter. She likes people, she likes stories, she likes truth. She shouldn’t like Shawn or all the trouble he carries with him, and still.
Carlton is a ICE agent - one of the best. Having fought theft and trafficking of cultural items for years, he hates smugglers, treasure hunters, and adventurers. So, it only figures he finds himself working side by side with Spencer.
I’m fairly certain that Brooklyn Nine-Nine is an alternate universe where Psych’s Shawn Spencer actually became a cop like
~extremely hyper adult male lead who acts like he’s 12
~suppresses feelings and distracts others from them with ridiculous stunts
~actually really good at his job
~parents are divorced
~loves his mom
~MAJOR Daddy issues
~parents sort of fall in love again (?)
~has an unconditionally devoted BFF
~flirts without meaning anything and then eventually falls in love with his amazing female co-worker
~has a “rival” who doubts his methods and is hard on him but eventually becomes a good friend
Basically Shawn and Jake are both my sons and husbands and Brooklyn Nine-Nine has been filling the hole that Psych left in me when it ended
Prompt for psych: If you are still taking them. Shawn figuring out Jules is pregnant before she does.
The day had been gloomy, overcast skies, and rain threatening to pour at any second. But as Juliet stood in her kitchen, the colors bright, and the light above shining down, glittering her rings, the knife moved precisely to chop up what she needed for dinner tonight.
She’d somehow managed to finish her paperwork early, no new cases pending, so the free time had been welcome, exhaustion weighing heavily on her all week. Tempted to just crawl into bed, she’d decided instead to cook dinner, her stomach rolling at the idea of takeout.
“I’m not going to drop anything,” she says with a smile down at her dog, who sat with her tongue hanging out, waiting for something to fall to her delight.
As if hearing her words, the dog brings her tongue in, cocking her head to the side, unsure of why she was being denied.
“Don’t give me that squishy little face, I just fed you,” she says, making the same scrunched face down at her.
Upon hearing the door, she abandons Juliet to greet Shawn, who bounds into the kitchen, carrying the dog, who’s panting and wagging her tail in tandem with the shake of her papa’s butt right along with her.
Juliet looks up to see his usual greeting of their dog, a smile and a shake of her head before she goes back to chopping.
Shawn walks right up behind her, cradling the dog, as he buries his face in her neck.
“Hey sweetheart,” he says, placing a delicate kiss to her neck. “You’re cooking?” He asks with a smirk.
“I can cook,” she defends, turning around to lean up against the island, narrowing her eyes at him, but her mouth giving her away, a quirk of a smile.
Shawn holds the puppy up in front of his face.
“Forgive me,” he says with a squeaking voice. “What I meant was, you work hard all day, why are you cooking, oh dear lovely wife of mine?” He finishes, lowering the dog so his goofy grin is exposed to her.
She brings her hand up to stroke his face, his stubbly facial hair pricking her fingers.
“I just felt like it,” she shrugs, the floral sleeves of her shirt moving her long hair to fall in front of her.
“Okay…” he says, as if he’s figured out her motive.
“Okay,” she says with a pitchy voice, tilting her head back, as he places a kiss on her lips. “Could you grab me some milk, please?”
He shifts the dog to one arm, as he reaches into the fridge, handing it to her with a sly grin.
Removing the lid, her face immediately scrunches up, turning away from it. The smell repugnant, causing her to put down the knife and take a step back.
“I think it’s…rotten?” She says, her squishy, scrunched expression refusing to vacate her face.
“Oh yeah?” Shawn asks, tucking his lips into his mouth, as if biting back a secret.
“Ugh,” she groans, placing a hand over her mouth to keep the smell from permeating through her skin.
“Weird,” Shawn says in a voice that indicates it’s not at all that weird, but he takes the container away anyway. “Better?” He asks, and she nods through her hand, a kiss planted on her cheek.
Her eyes narrowing as Shawn holds Starfish against his chest, his hands moving her front legs, as he jumps up and down, like he’s dancing with the dog, a giant smile on his face.
“Weird,” she mutters to herself, glancing back over at the counter he’d placed the milk.
“Please, please, please,” he begs, reaching out with his hand, until she finally relents, handing over the keys.
She rolls her eyes, his insistence on driving to the crime scene she was called into almost sweet. But his driving was questionable before they’d moved here, even more so when you added in the hills, odd turns, and narrow streets.
Stumbling out of the car, her stomach rolling, her face having gone pale, and a distinct feeling in her chest that she was bound to be sick before the end of the day weighed on her.
“Shawn,” she groans, as he reaches in the backseat to grab Starfish from the bed they’d put in for her to ride safely in the car.
“Feeling okay, Jules?” He asks, genuinely concerned, despite the smile playing on his mouth.
She leans forward, resting her hands on the knees of her pants, taking a few deep breaths, the curls of her hair veiling any dry heaving that threatened to happen, but she knew Shawn could sense what was happening.
In, out, she thinks to herself, breathing slowly, taking in the fresh air, the clouds never really dissipate here, but the sun having managed to find a way to peek through today.
“Jules,” Shawn says, breaking her concentration, placing a hand on her back, rubbing slowly. She glances up at him through her hair. “Are you okay?” He asks, this time no hint of a smile, just concern.
She nods slowly, not wanting to hint the nausea back to her. Standing back up, she straightens her shirt.
“I’m driving next time,” she says, pointing a finger at him in a teasing manner, as she talks off in her heels.
Shawn follows behind Starfish panting along with her parents.
Juliet meets up with her partner, as Shawn moves around the crime scene. It’s only when Gus walks in, that her eyes flicker over to the pair.
They’re whispering, throwing looks back at her, and she tries to pretend she’s not paying attention, but she gets the feeling they’re definitely talking about her.
She rolls her eyes, until all eyes seem to land on the two as they immediately start dancing around, the words, “Come on son,” echoing through the warehouse building, as Gus pats Shawn on the back before continuing their charade.
“Did your husband just figure something out?” Her partner asks, confusion painting his face.
“Nah, I think they’re talking about how he nearly killed me on the way here this morning” Juliet says, looking back at them with a scrunched face, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, choking back another bout of nausea.
Shawn was laying across the end of the bed watching TV, Starfish cuddled up against his chest, as Juliet stood by their dresser. A pair of his boxers resting on her hips, as she pulled over the pink long sleeve shirt, getting ready for bed.
“Today was long,” she says, removing her jewelry, aside from her wedding rings.
“Hmm,” Shawn hums, his eyes not leaving the TV, his socked feet hanging over the edge of the bed, and she hits them, as she walks by, grabbing his attention.
“What? You still feeling bad?” He asks, a grin spreading across his face.
“As a matter of fact, I am,” she says, confusion screwing up her face. “Maybe I’m getting sick or something,” she shrugs, moving back to the dresser to pull out a pair of socks, the nights getting cold. “But I don’t know, because I’ve been feeling bad for a while, and I’m tired all the time, and…Oh my god,” she gasps, quickly turning around.
Shawn’s haunched up on his knees, an expectant expression on his face as he waits for her to voice her thought.
“I’m…pregnant,” she says, hesitantly, tears welling up in her blue eyes, her lip unconsciously forming into an adorable pout.
“Yeah you are!” He says, throwing up his arms.
“And you knew,” she says, walking over to the bed, stopping in front of him.
“Yep, for about a week,” he admits, a sheepish grin on his face.
“And you didn’t tell me,” she lightly hits his chest.
“Whoa, whoa, not in front of tiny little Jules there,” he says gesturing to her stomach, his hand reaching out to touch her, her own hand moving to her still flat stomach.
Looking up, she sees Shawn swimming in the blue of her eyes, his once goofy grin taking on a form she hadn’t yet seen before in all their years together. It was similar to the one she’d seen on their wedding day, but still, not the same.
“We’re gonna have a baby,” she quietly says, a watery smile making its way across her face before she moves in, wrapping her arms around him. She lets out a shuttering breath, one filled with all their expectations, and a little fear at the the timing.
“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart,” he whispers into her hair, and she nods. “Because I have the perfect name.”
“If you say Pineapple,” Juliet laughs through her tears.
“Wow, I’m hurt. That’s a perfectly acceptable name, and it goes great with Starfish,” he argues into her.
Pulling back from him with a laugh, she keeps her arms circled around his neck, their noses almost touching.
“How about you name the dogs, I name the babies,” she teases, Starfish staring lazily up at them.
“I don’t know, I’m starting to think Tiny Little Jules Spencer is sounding better and better,” but she silences him with a kiss, one in which he happily obliges.
Crookedly in Love - Chapter Forty Four (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)
Shawn and I got back to the hotel late at night. The gala had stretched on, and I had smiled for far too long. Pretending like Shawn was the love of my life. That he and I got along great.
Everyone who met us was curious to know about our story. The best friends who fell in love. The magical duo who could write hit songs together.
I exhaled with relief once I was back in my own hotel room. No more masks. Shawn and I barely uttered goodnight to one another.
I checked my phone, and I had saw the missed call notification from Brad. I decided to ignore it for now. It was best not to get involved with more complicated relationships.
The next morning, I went down to scout out the breakfast options, when I heard my name from behind.
Selena was sitting at a table with her laptop. I walked over to her, smiling.
“Hey girl,” she greeted. “Sit! I just ordered my eggs.”
I sat down with her. I couldn’t believe she was sitting across from me. I mean, this was every person’s dream. She seemed so normal.
I still felt weird about her calculated stares she gave us last night, but maybe I was overthinking things. I tended to do that a lot.
“So, did you have fun last night?” Selena asked.
“Yeah, it was super fun,” I answered.
“Taylor and I got fries after,” she laughed. “Did you and Shawn hang out afterwards?”
“Um, no,” I hesitated. “We were just so tired.”
“Yeah, makes sense,” she responded. There was that strange stare again. “I love you guys together. I think you both are so adorable.”
“Thanks,” I laughed nervously.
“So, wait, tell me. When did you guys officially get together?”
“Um, we got together…” I trailed off. There was a lot of back and forth in the beginning, and I had to get the timeline right. “Shortly after we went on tour with the Vamps and Fifth Harmony.”
“Did you guys ever go through a rough patch? Because of the media and stuff.”
“Um, sort of,” I alluded. “It was hard at first because everyone was watching your every move.”
“Tell me about it,” she responded. “It’s like living under a microscope. Like you’re under observation for a science experiment at all times.”
“Yeah, like what are her eating patterns? Sleeping habits? Her favourite places to go?”
I laughed. “Yeah, Shawn and I had some arguments in public and then they would be broadcasted the next day. You just forget people are trailing you.”
“It’s weird,” she nodded. “Did anyone ever catch wind of what you were arguing about?”
“No, thank God,” I said, laughing. She laughed too, but her laughter was uneasy. Maybe mine was too.
“Shawn seems great though. He seems to worship you.”
I snorted. “Not always.”
“Hmm?” she asked, intrigued.
“Oh, nothing,” I said. “He definitely is great now. He definitely used to take me for granted in our relationship though.”
Now, I was speaking easily, forgetting about public truth versus actual.
“He did? I thought you guys said Shawn was the one who was in love with you secretly. That you kind of took him for granted.”
My cheeks burned.
“I feel like the feeling went back and forth,” I said, nervously. I didn’t want my voice to shake because that would be a dead giveaway that I was lying.
What was wrong with me? I had to be more careful. She nodded, letting it go.
“Ah, yeah, for sure,” she said. “I have to use the ladies’ room. Be back in a second.”
As she got up and left, her laptop screen flickered with a new message. My eyes flit towards it, and I saw an article of Shawn and myself up. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.
Why was she doing her research on us?
I took a sip of water the waitress poured for me, and I stewed in this feeling of self-consciousness. We carried on through breakfast like I saw nothing. But doubt and suspicion creeped into the back of my mind.
I was about to meet up with Shawn to practice for the tour that night. I was going to tell him what I saw on Selena’s computer.
Something was not sitting right with me. She was snooping for something. Or she wanted something. Or she just wanted Shawn.
All of these things were tumbling around in my mind, and I didn’t know how to bring it up to him. Usually, I would feel comfortable approaching him. But seeing as we barely talk these days, I felt uneasy.
When I walked into the studio, I heard laughter. I furrowed my eyebrows as I walked in. Lo and behold, Selena was there sitting next to Shawn. She was carrying a cup of tea and wearing a large oversized sweater, and she still looked like a model.
I rolled my eyes to myself. Something in the pit of my stomach roared.
“Hey guys,” I tried to say calmly.
Selena and Shawn both turned to me. She and he were smiling wide.
“Hi Jules!” Shawn said. Selena waved.
“Hey,” I said again.
“Well, I’ll let you guys get to your writing,” Selena said, getting up.
I don’t know what willed me to do this, but I followed her out.
“Hey, Selena, wait up.”
She slowed her pace, and I walked out with her. She looked at me with a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
I didn’t mean to confront her. But something was blazing inside of me that this was not right. Or she had ulterior motives.
“Sorry, I just,” I faltered. “I don’t know, I just wanted to say that I don’t want there to be any weirdness between us.”
I didn’t exactly sound intimidating.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
Her head tilted appropriately in a confused manner, but I could tell she was nervous.
“I just, I mean, I don’t know. Lately, I’ve been feeling some sort of tension.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied.
“Selena, come on,” I said. Not in a mean way. Just in a ‘let’s not play these games’ way.
“I saw your computer screen this morning. You were reading about me and Shawn.”
Her face flushed. “Oh, I…”
“I’m just saying…I mean, I don’t know if you like him, but…”
She studied my face. She looked like she were going to divulge a huge secret. She looked like she had something she wanted to say and she so furiously wanted to let me know. But, that look went away, as she though better of it.
“I’m sorry, Julia,” she said. “You’re right. I’ve been flirting with him, and that’s not right. I’ll stop.”
I smiled at her.
“I like you a lot, and I want to keep hanging out. Okay? Let’s just forget about this,” she said.
This conversation was so civil, so normal. It was so normal, it was weird. I nodded, and we hugged.
But something seemed off to me. In the weeks to come, I would find out the real truth she was hiding.
Carlton Lassiter, Chief Lassie, The Lord of Sternbush. I am proud, honored, and baffled to call you my friend. But it’s true. It’s also true that you might be the only other person on the planet who loves Jules as much as I do, even though it’s different.