#Shawn drabble

[problemduetest4life]

Jean Moreau/Shawn Anderson One-shot

I was bored so here's less than a 1,000 words for these goofballs I wrote for a warmup, set in @kevinsdsy 's Trojan's social media AU

“No, it’s crazy that they would think this is a date,” Shawn said, playing the straw of his drink. “Like us? Going on a date? Wild assumption.”

“Yes,” Jean agreed. “That would not be my first thought.”

“That’s what I’m saying! But if Derek and Jeremy are thinking that we’re going out then they must be thinking about us in that way, right?”

“In what way?” Jean asked, confused.

“In a romantic way, like we’re people who could potentially go out on dates.”

“But this isn’t a date,” Jean clarified. “We’re not people who go out on dates, then. They are wrong.”

“Damn.” Shawn rested his foreword on the table. “Way to crush my hopes and dreams.”

Jean hummed in response, taking a sip of his coffee. He was well used to Shawn dramatics by now.

“But it could be a date,” Shawn said suddenly, a flicker in his eyes.

“What?” Jean asked.

“Jean Moreau, would you like to go out with me?” Shawn asked theatrically, jumping to his feet and holding out his hand. Jean was utterly lost though somewhat amused. That was why he liked hanging out with Shawn after all.

“Very funny, Shawn,” he said, not moving from his seat. Shawn took both Jean’s hands in his.

“Do you want me to get down on one knee? I’ll propose. If that’s what it takes, I’ll do it.”

Jean raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Why do you want to anyways? Just to prove you’re ‘dateable’?”

“No!” Shawn said in false offense. He plopped back into his seat. “It wouldn’t matter anyways. No one’s asking me out.”

“Fine,” Jean said. “I will go on one date with you.”

“Yes! Everyone’s been saying we should get together. It’s just meant to be!”

“Everyone?” Jean asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“Well, no. Mainly just Jeremy but...”

Jeremy, Jean thought. There was slightly cinching in the muscles of his chest but he brushed it off.

Somehow, they ended back in the apartment watching some silly movie Shawn had picked out. It wasn’t unlike everything other time they had hung out, but Jean could see Shawn tweeting something that was likely going to get at least one of them in trouble.

They were crowded together on the couch. With of their heights and builds it was always a tight fit, a jumble of long limbs and rearranged pillows. Shawn’s hair kept ticking Jean’s nose as the other man lay back against his chest. Jean pulled up his hood to cover it.

“What’re you doing,” Shawn murmured sleepily.

“Fixing your hair. It’s going to make me sneeze,” Jean complained.

“What?” Shawn twisted around to look up at him. Jean was about to repeat himself along with another snarky comment when he saw Shawn’s eyes widen. Their faces were inches apart and Jean was suddenly very aware of how close their bodies were. It usual for them to be physically close with one another and this was mock date after all, right? He swallowed sharply. Shawn blinked slowly, his eyes lashes were blonde and so Jean hadn’t noticed how long they were until now.

Just as he was about to pull away Shawn asked, “are we doing this?”

Jean nodded and met him halfway for a kiss. Shawn’s lips were chapped but they were warm and inviting, nonetheless. He sunk lower into the couch, parting his legs further so Shawn could comfortably lay between them. It felt oddly familiar, Shawn’s callused hands slipping under his shirt to clutch at his torso, pulling him deeper into the kisses. Jean felt safe between the quilt covered couch and his friend above him. He slipped his tongue into Shawn’s mouth.

“So that’s why it’s called French kissing,” Shawn laughed.

“Shut up,” Jean said, “and don’t you dare tweet that later.” He looped a finger in the collar of his shirt and pulling him into another kiss.

They stayed like that for a while. The only sounds were of the creaking couch and their breathing, caught up in one another’s movements. Jean pushed off Shawn’s hood to run his hands through his hair, giving it the slightest of tugs. Shawn made a hitching noise, muffled by Jean’s mouth.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the action on the TV, startling them both. Their teeth clicked slightly, and Shawn pulled back, hoisting himself up with one hand on Jean’s chest.

“Jean,” Shawn breathed. Jean sat up, sensing the moment was over. “I’m down bad for Derek.”

Shawn looked at Jean expectantly. Jean shrugged. “That’s good. According to his tweets, I would say he feels the same.”

“Well, sure,” Shawn. “But you don’t have anything to admit? About Jeremy?”

Jean looked away. Shawn sighed and settled back down against his chest. “We’re hopeless romantics the two of us.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“I’m going to post that the rumors are true and you punched me in the face,” Shawn grumbled. “Also, that you’ve recruited the freshmen into satanic rituals.”

“Those are lies. I can just tell the truth that you’re secretly a chronic overthinker,” Jean said before squinting at the TV screen. “And you have a kink for making out during Cars 2.

“I don’t know if I should be proud of my influence or disturbed that you’re using it against me,” Shawn said before yawning. He fell asleep shortly after, his phone left unlocked beside him. Jean picked it up, considering what chaos he could bring with full access to Shawn’s twitter account.

[afewproblems]

Having more Psych thoughts as a break from the angst in my Difficult Days story.

Picturing a new officer starting out at the SBPD calling in a murder as the first on the scene.

Carlton and Juliet head to the boardwalk where the victim was found, Gus and Shawn hot on their heels in the blueberry. The Spirits practically begged Shawn to take the case given how the victim's body was staged.

The officer is a little green, both new to the job and to seeing dead bodies, but eager to help and very sweet on the eyes if Shawn has anything to say about it, which of course he does.

"Oh my god, you're even taller than Lassie, Gus, get over here, I think we have a new record!"

The rookie smiles nervously, looking uncertainly between Shawn and Carlton.

"Uh--"

"Spencer! I thought I told you and Guster not to leave the station," Carlton blocks Shawn's path as the psychic makes a beeline for the police tape.

"When has that ever stopped us," Shawn says as Gus silently pleads with his eyes at Juliet.

The rookie clears his throat and steps forward, "uh, I can make sure they get back to the station, I need a ride anywa--"

The new cop doesn't get to finish his thought as Shawn suddenly spins, his hand draped over his forehead, and swoons dramatically.

And of course the rookie catches Shawn, dipping him low before swinging him back up to his feet.

Carlton feels his eye twitch watching Shawn's eyes widen in surprise and his ears flush pink.

Not that Carlton cares.

This is perfect actually, Shawn has someone else to harass and Carlton can stick to actual detective work without distractions.

It's fine.

He doesn't hate the fact that Shawn is now running his mouth at a mile a minute while the new officer watches with a placid, if bemused, expression on his stupid face.

Carlton startles slightly as Juliet touches his elbow and pulls him back to reality.

This is for the best. Really.

So why does his chest feel as though it's about to crack in two as Shawn reaches out to touch the other man's arm just above his elbow?

Carlton breathes out a sharp sigh, his face pinches in a scowl before eventually following Juliet under the yellow tape securing the scene with quick sure steps.

The sooner he can start cataloging the crime the sooner he can forget about Spencer.

However, Carlton doesn't see the way Shawn's eyes follow his path under the board walk, nor the way his lips turn down slightly as he watches the Detective leave without a word.

But the rookie does.

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

quick little drabble based on @famkoe's prompt: the chief has reluctantly approved an undercover mission starring lassiter. Lassiter is determend to show how great he is at this. Shawn is Just confused about why lassie Just walked into his favourite gay bar.(shassie)

Sean was two drinks in on the dance floor. His shirt had mysteriously unbuttoned itself and the DJ was halfway through [music]. And the edges of his world were starting to get fuzzy just the way he likes them.

gus had refused to come tonight on account of "there are never any girls at that place"to which Sean pointed out

"Gus, don't be a limp piece of confetti in the morning after a birthday party. that's the point buddy. no girls just men. And some boys. A fair few lads as well. Come on. We see girls all the time. "

unfortunately, Sean had lost that argument, and so it was forced to face the gay club alone. :(. he was working to rectify that situation, settling up to a taller man With an umbrella in his cup, when something caught Sean's eye.

He tilted his head and squinted – inwardly smiling at what Gus's reaction would've been – and focused on the shoes he could just make out from behind a throng of people across the bar.

he recognized those dark brown men's casual loafers from somewhere. Flipping for his memory, he realized they were the same shoes Lassie have been wearing that day at the police station.

Sean abruptly left the conversation he had been half paying attention to holding up a finger in the direction of tight pants. he hurried over to the crowd of people and yes. It was detective Carlton Lassiter.

well, Carlton Lassiter yes. Detective? Sean had never seen a detective wearing nothing but a tight green mesh top and Jean shorts with a bandanna in both back pockets. Lassie's back was pressed up against a bar, overwhelmed by the five men all crowding around him, trying to buy him drinks. Sean grabbed his elbow and said loudly "come on Ted. Let's get you home. " And turn it to the nearest bathroom.

when they reached the men's room shawn pulled carlton through the door as 2 other men stumbled out, far more inebriated that shawn was.

"spencer what the hell are you doing here? i won't have you blowing my cover just because the chief wouldn't put you on the bone street case." lassie hissed at him while checking under the stall doors for eves-droppers

"bone street? blow your cover? lassie i was just dancing when i saw those horrible shoes, i mean, seriously man, who wears boat shoes to a night out? don't answer that i have a better question, how did it work?? those twinks were crawling all over you maybe i should dress like it's my uncle's wedding next time"

"they're not boat shoes spencer they're men's casual shoes. they go with any outfit even..." lassiter looked down and looped a finger around a black and gold string of his shirt "this thing" he finished

shawn looked down at the taller man's shirt, unable to stop staring at the waves of salt and pepper hair tangled in the tight garment

"shawn!" he yelled. shawn looked up, getting the feeling his name had been said several times.

just then a knock came at the door and the two made eye contact, lassiter determined and shawn mischievous.

before the detective could say anything shawn said

"lassie do you trust me?"

"no."

"well, you can't be hiding a gun in those shorts and we're on my turf so just follow my lead" he said quickly as the door handle turned

"i- what? sha-" lassiter spluttered as shawn stood on his tiptoes to meet his lips

as their mouths touched shawn pushed him to the wall, one hand up by his face, pinning him in and the other slipped underneath the waistband of the jean shorts by carlton's hip.

shawn broke the kiss for a split second as the door was opening to hiss "hands on my ass big boy"

carlton complied, not entirely sure if he liked being called a big boy but the zing that went through his body as he awkwardly grabbed shawn's but was undeniable.

through the rushing in his ears lassiter could hear a quiet chuckle from the door way and a man say "i'll just use the ladies' then" before the door closed

expecting shawn to stop he put his hands down, but instead shawn's teeth moved lower to meet his ear. in a moment he would deny later, carlton closed his eyes, waiting for shawn to kiss his neck, but instead shawn whispered in a jovial and seductive tone "by the way, ted, the guy in the with the orange shirt who was trying to buy you a whiskey killed that girl two weeks ago. you might want to bring him in for questioning" before walking out the door and back onto the dance floor, leaving carlton reeling

[oceangirl24]

Shades of Love: Stormy Weather

Currently only available on AO3. Coming to FFN and Wattpad.

Life is bare. Gloom and misery everywhere. Stormy weather. Just can't get my poor self together. I'm weary all the time, the time. So weary all the time...- Stormy Weather, Lena Horne

[boltlightning]

still in the mood for some 100 reasons? #96 “I brought you an umbrella.” & shawn/juliet, please!

request me a drabble!

Within the walls of city hall, Juliet is neatly isolated from the outside world.

The deputy mayor has given her a desk in an open-concept clerical office, close enough to a window to suggest sunlight, but far enough to obscure her view of the street. She hears, on some level of subconscious, when the rain starts falling, but she does not fully register it.

Juliet had set her mind aside when Yin took her. Thinking did not help when she could do nothing but think. Survival did not require panic, only sheer, animalistic willpower. From this new distance, she sees herself in this unfamiliar environment in city hall, shaking hands doing rote tasks, and wonders if she will ever return. 

When she leaves for lunch, the rain greets her at the steps. She reaches for her bag and finds that she has left her umbrella in her car. She, Juliet O’Hara, a native Floridian, was unprepared for a bit of rain? Oh, Carlton would be so—

No. Carlton isn’t here. He had been, on the clocktower, but thinking about that hurts, too. He has minded his distance, hasn’t so much as texted her, and though it is what she asked and hoped for, it aches inexplicably. She will return to that life, in time. She just needs to get through the rain.

Just as she is bracing herself to step into the deluge, a man carrying a bright blue umbrella walks by. Juliet becomes suddenly aware she has been staring at the street without moving, and as she ducks her head awkwardly, the man looks up.

Shawn blinks at her from the tinted shadow. Juliet withholds a sigh.

“Shawn,” she reproves, “what is this?” She was aiming for a disapproving tone, but it had come out more fondly exasperated. Shawn has a way of eliciting that tone from all.

He looks around conspiratorially. They are alone here—it being a private lot behind a municipal building in the middle of the day— yet he takes two dramatic steps to stand before her and says in hushed tones, barely audible over the rush of rain, “I brought you an umbrella.”

“I can see that. Why?” Why now? she amends to herself. How did you find me—and why would you bother?

“Well, it’s embarrassing. Dad won’t let me borrow his boombox anymore, so this was the only other thing I could think to bring. But maybe it was more than an inkling.” He raises his free hand to rest a finger to his temple. “The spirits must have wanted you not to ruin your shoes today.”

Juliet opens her mouth to reiterate her question and stops. There is no point battering against the stone wall of Shawn’s obfuscation. (Every day, she understands Carlton's frustration with the psychic more and more.) Instead, she says, with begrudging familiarity, “That is very kind of them; they have excellent taste.”

“They always have. Why do you think I dress the way I do?” Shawn says, gesturing proudly to his normal and completely mundane attire of a plaid shirt and jeans.

“At least we are appropriately dressed up, for a shared lunch of…what sort of fine dining did you have in mind?”

“Only the finest,” Shawn says seriously. “There will be no one on the boardwalk. Would you care for a dog of the hot persuasion?”

“If the spirits will it, I do.”

Shawn offers her his elbow. Juliet hesitates, and worse, she sees that Shawn sees her hesitate. With a gulping breath, she steps into the rain for a brief, freezing heartbeat to reach the shelter of the umbrella. She sets her hand lightly in the crook of Shawn’s arm.

“Lead the way,” Juliet says.

[fbfh]

i NEED more shawn fics i love the way you write for him 😭😭 i was wondering if u could do a shawn x hispanic!reader?

LSKJLSK THANK YOU BABES!!!! shawn is an underrated heartthrob tbh. listen, one thing about shawn hunter is that he deeply craves a sense of acceptance and belonging. if he falls for you and finds out you're from a big hispanic family that are warm and stable and accepting????? he is going to latch onto you even harder. he was avoiding meeting your family because he knows how the whole meet the parents thing usually goes, but when he finally shows up to have dinner with your folks and he's greeted with a hug?? he's thrown for such a loop. he's already so in love with you it borders on goofy, he has zero brain cells when he thinks about you or sees you, you make him short circuit. then he finds out your family is just as amazing as you are?? it feels to good to be true. you now have a date to any and all family functions, and no matter how many you go to it still feels strange that everyone's happy to see him. he loves it so much when you teach him words and phrases in spanish, if he's taking spanish as an elective that year he suddenly starts doing really well at it. it's the only class he has a good grade in, and it matters to him because you matter to him. if he's not taking spanish, he will be next year. you notice the change when little bits of spanish start popping up in his poetry or when he catches bits and pieces of conversations he missed before. once he gets exposed to spanish music???? oh my god he's going to be asking you for mixtape after mixtape of your favorites. and god he loves them. he loves you. you're everywhere, in his photography, his poetry, his dreams. you are literally his dream come true. he's never actually wanted to marry anyone before, but the idea of marrying you, marrying into such an amazing family actually sounds really nice. he starts asking you to marry him, proposing as a joke, but it's not really a joke anymore. it'll be a while before you realize that he's serious, that he's been serious about it the whole time, and if that's not heartpounding and very on brand and in character for him, I don't know what is.

[mr-wrestlemania]

Hart-Break Hotel

The WWF superstars are staying at a nearby hotel for their upcoming show but two performers seem to be checking in each other's rooms on purpose. Will they check out of the hotel with their hearts in one piece? Or were they never whole to begin with?

Contains: Drug mentions(Allusions for the most part, reference to weed), Intoxication of one character

(its my first Hartbreak fic aaa enjoy the food)

Ao3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58070596

"Owen!!!" Bret kicked the room to his shared room with Owen but was only met with quiet laughter on the other side.

"Oh, so sorry, I guess there was no pizza guy." Owen hummed as his voice grew distant.

"Owen I swear to god, OPEN THE DOOR!" Bret tried to shout as quietly as he could. If his fellow athletes saw him half naked in the hallway, he'd ask Undertaker to bury him right then and there.

After a few minutes of silence, Bret sighed anxiously. "Maybe Davey will house me. Owen seems to think this is hilarious," He thought, "But what floor is he on?!"

Just then, Bret could hear a door open behind him, and there stood his on-screen rival Shawn. He yawned but suddenly looked wide awake when he noticed Bret's predicament. "Whats the matter, Bret? Having a bit of..trouble?" His cat-like smirk made Bret want to punch his lights out.

"It's nothing. Owen and I had a spat, now he thinks he's being funny." Bret pressed his ear on the door, only to be met by the sound of Owen lightly snoring. "Fucks sake.."

Shawn leaned on his door frame with his arms crossed, "I'd say cozy up in the lobby, but they might think you're some bum. I almost wish I had my Polaroid with me." His eyes drank in the scene much to Bret's annoyance.

"Good thing you don't." Bret sighed and picked himself off the carpet, "Look. Do you happen to know where Davey Boy's room is?"

"Mmmmmm, no." Shawn hummed, "Looks like you're shit out of luck."

"Dammit Michaels!" Bret whisper shouted, "Okay..Could I.."

Shawn perked and tilted his head, "Yeah? Could I what?"

Bret swallowed his pride best he could. "Could I just wait until morning in your room? Unless you'd rather be a dick this late at night."

"Say, please." Shawn grinned.

"What?"

"You heard me, c'mon."

"You're insufferable."

Shawn scoffed, "A simple, polite gesture is hardly insufferable. What's a simple please between friends?"

Bret sighed through his nose, "..Please Shawn?"

"No." Shawn started to close his door and laughed at Bret's expression. "I'm kidding lighten up. That was nice to hear, c'mon."

The fact that Shawn was actually letting him in was a surprise, but Bret was still on guard. Shawn's hotel room looked about how he expected. His gear was in an organized mess in the corner by the box TV, but his outfit for the next day was already neatly laid out on a table by the window. Not to mention, his hair care products littered the bathroom from what he could see. An odd yet familiar smell jolted his sinuses when Shawn shut the door behind him.

"Were you smoking pot in here???" Bret turned to Shawn.

Shawn snickered, "A little. Not enough to get me in trouble. Don't look at me like that it helps me sleep, not to mention it soothes the body, Hart." He opened the only window to let some of the air out. "Could you smell it from the hallway?"

"No." Bret sat down on the armchair, "I suppose it's better than the other stuff floating around the locker room."

Shawn shut the window and plopped on his bed, "Oh hell yeah, man. I'm trying to avoid some of it since I want to keep my smile perfect. Seen a few guys almost miss the tar in their teeth. Ugh."

"I know what you mean. It's sad to see, honestly. I've been worried about you, yknow. How deep you've gone into it."

The blonde's gaze drifted toward the ceiling, "..I know, Bret. I'm trying to play it safe. Keep things good for business."

"You're putting in the work. It's pretty obvious to me." Bret smiled lightly, and Shawn glanced back at the ceiling.

It was strange at how casual their conversation felt. For a while, Shawn was nearly impossible to talk to when he would say something that brought too much heat. Yet, in that moment, it felt like they could breathe.

"What? You're staring." Shawn rolled over to look back at Bret.

"Sorry. I just don't remember the last time we were this open." Bret stretched until his muscles felt less tight.

"Mm. Fair." Shawn looked up at the ceiling, "You caught me in a good mood. Or I guess a thoughtful one. I was thinking too much and couldn't sleep when I heard you like an angry moose out there."

"Was that a Canadian joke?" Bret raised a brow.

"A piss poor one. I can do better."

"Don't." Bret rolled his eyes and tried to shift into a comfortable position, but the armchair wasn't exactly a recliner. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Shawn was still glancing at him. "Is this funny to you?"

Shawn shrugged and threw a pillow directly at Bret's face. "You better not be this pathetic all the time. I expected better from someone almost as good as me." He teased with a smile.

Bret grunted but had a slight smile, "Almost??? It's too late to be cutting a promo Shawn, do you ever give your ego a rest?"

"Maybe. I let you in, didn't I?" He flipped over so his backside faced Bret.

The hum of the air conditioner in the room coated the room. Though, it only made the silence more deafening. Bret couldn't entirely tell if Shawn was being genuinely nice or just getting some entertainment from his situation. Yet it made him smile to see more of Shawn beyond his ego. The glamor. The 'sexy boy'. He was just Shawn in that room with him.

He looked down at the pillow, then back at Shawn. Shawn was already fast asleep, evident by his quiet snoring. It was rare to see Shawn so still and at complete peace.

Why would he care anyway? It didn't matter. He may have had Vince wrapped around his finger, but Bret refused to play into it. Yet part of him seemed drawn to Shawn. Was it his skills as a performer? He had little respect for the business at times, but did he really?

Even in their brief conversation, Shawn picked up on things that bothered Bret and didn't even comment on it. Yet he looked out for him. Why?

Bret sighed quietly and tried to get comfortable once more. The pillow helped his neck, at least. Before he knew it, he was out like a light.

Unbeknownst to him, Shawn rolled back over and opened his eyes to peek at Bret. He didn't know why. Maybe he didn't want to understand why. It was fun to toy with Bret, but to see him asleep was something else. His expression was so calm, and the way he laid out looked so vulnerable. If he would tell his friends about that night, he'd definitely leave this part out. They didn't need to know how it tore him up.

That morning, Bret woke up a little stiff but better than he'd be if he slept on the floor. He rubbed his eyes and was surprised to see Shawn asleep facing him. He quietly got up to check his reflection, call it paranoia from Owen's antics. Shawn didn't do anything to him while he slept. He sighed in relief and quickly decided to take a piss while he had some peace and quiet.

Shawn stirred and sat up to move his hair back. His eyes traveled to the armchair Bret was in and looked around. "Bret?"

"Still here. I'm taking a piss." Bret called back. He emerged from the bathroom and smiled, "What? Afraid I left?"

"Please." Shawn rolled his eyes, "I just wanted to make sure you weren't dicking around. You good?"

"Stiff, but I'm okay." Bret moved when he caught Shawn glancing, "Not like that, you dick."

Shawn snickered as Bret threw the pillow back at him, "We've seen you change Bret. It's nothing new. If you're so pissy about it, use the phone to call your room to wake Owen up and cover up your sharpshooter." Shawn stretched.

"Alright alright. Don't call it that." Bret used the phone near Shawn's bed and tried to dial up his hotel room. It took a few rings before he heard Owen's groggy voice on the other end.

"Mmhh.. hello?"

"Owen. I'm gonna knock at the door three times, and you better let me in." Bret growled.

"Oh shit. Look, I'm sorry I was going to let you in. I was just wiped. Did you find some place to crash?"

Bret glanced at Shawn for a moment, who was brushing his hair out, "You could say that. Just meet me at the damn door okay?"

"Okay, geez.."

Bret hung up the phone and got up, "Alright, I'm out of your hair." He paused mid walk towards the door and looked back at Shawn. "Thanks."

Shawn stopped and turned his head towards Bret. His mouth opened but quickly shut as he turned around. "Sure. See you."

"..See you." Bret left Shawn's room quickly and dashed to his room for Owen to let him in.

"You aren't mad right..?" Owen smiled sheepishly.

"We'll see after breakfast. I just really want to put some clothes on." Bret started slipping some jeans on as Owen watched.

"Right. Where did you stay anyway?"

Bret paused, his head turned away from Owen as he cleared his throat, "Not important."

The image of Shawn's sleeping face came to Bret's mind, but he quickly shook it off with a fury. "Did I miss breakfast? What time is it?"

"Shit!" Owen nearly ran him over to get dressed, "Come on! It should still be going! If not I'll treat you to Mckies! Promise!"

"Deal." Bret ran close behind him.

There were a few familiar faces getting food at the complimentary breakfast. The staff went a little extra considering how many celebrity wrestlers were staying there. Bret watched Owen practically beeline for some powdered donuts and chuckled. He nearly spilled his coffee from a guy being shoved into him.

"Oops! Sorry, Bret." Hunter laughed, "Didn't burn ya did I?"

"No." Bret replied flatly.

Shawn peeked out and beamed, "Whoops. No harm done, right? Especially after last night."

"Last night?" Hunter raised a brow as he glanced between them.

Bret nearly choked on his coffee and whipped around, "Shut your mouth, Shawn."

"No, Shawn, please elaborate. I'm very curious about what happened last night." Hunter could hardly contain his giggles.

"Nothing. Owen locked me out of our room, and..Shawn let me crash."

Shawn clicked his tongue, "Spoil sport."

"Really? Huh." Hunter hummed as he thought, "How nice of you, Shawn. Gonna invite him later for a second night?"

"Fuck you." Shawn shoved him again with a smile.

"Hey! Quit phrasing shit like that!" Bret grunted.

"Oh, how scandalous.." Dustin Rhodes chuckled as he walked past.

"Great." Shawn folded his arms, "If this turns into a new rumor, you're helping me squash it."

Hunter grinned, seemingly satisfied, "I look forward to it. Just be sure to let me have a turn-"

Bret broke away from them to sit with the rest of the Hart foundation as he seethed. He could still faintly hear Hunter and Shawn dick around and it seemed to get to him a little.

"Hey uh..Is it true you stayed the night with Shawn??" Owen whispered.

Bret laid his head down on the table as his face began to heat up, "Mention it again, and you won't have a bed to sleep in tonight."

Jim raised a brow and chuckled, "Don't let him get to you Bret. Owen just punked one of the staff by imitating your old man again. You on a streak Owen?"

Owen smirked, "Maybe." Bret narrowed his eyes at brother, almost wondering if Owen left him out of the room that night on purpose..

The shoot took a bit longer than some of the superstars would have guessed so when it was wrapped up, they scattered to either crash or celebrate. Bret decided he was sober enough to head to the nearest convenience store to get a few snacks for their next upcoming road trip. The crickets and the buzz of the streetlights were almost comforting to Bret. The street ambiance helped relax him as he walked into the hotel's lobby.

Strangely, the hotel's elevator doors kept opening and closing. The worker at the desk seemed to glance over now and then, too tired to actually do anything about it. Bret shared a look with her before he walked over to investigate.

Shawn was fumbling with the buttons, his face flushed but still stood perfectly upright. He glanced up and flashed his usual smile, "Hitmaan! Hey. I was just trying to get back to my room but this thing doesn't work."

"It does Shawn. You're just hitting the door button over and over," Bret squeezed in and hit the button for the third floor, "Are you that plastered?"

"I can still function," Shawn scoffed, "I'm just that talented."

"Enough to walk but not enough to navigate an elevator." Bret smirked as he leaned against the elevator wall.

Shawn rolled his eyes, "I just had some different stuff tonight. No biggie." He leaned against the wall. Whatever he did drink it was hitting him pretty hard.

Bret thought for a moment to consider his options regarding Shawn. When the doors opened, Bret used his free arm to help Shawn off the wall, "Come on. I'm not leaving you to stumble around the halls."

"What a gentleman. I can get around just fine.." Shawn grumbled but didn't fight Bret off as they walked down the hall.

"Don't lie to me. You got your key on you?"

Shawn dug through his pocket and handed Bret the key. Despite his protesting, he seemed aware he couldn't be precise with his hands.

Bret unlocked the door and helped Shawn to his bed. "Just be sure to not miss our morning call."

Something about the way Shawn looked at him made Bret hesitate leaving his bedside. He was celebrating with his group of degenerates, so why did Shawn look so sad?

"Are you okay..?" Bret prayed Shawn was just an emotional drunk but that didn't fit his character from what he remembered.

"You're a great guy, Bret. Everyone respects you y'know. I'm glad we have someone like you..in the locker room.. " Shawn turned his head toward Bret, his words hardly slurred at all.

"I-" Bret blinked a little, he was at a loss.

"My mouth can get me in a lot of trouble, I say shit I don't mean. But you're my favorite rival Bret. Makes me want to be better so I can kick your ass. Fact you use your time for someone like me.. I dunno.."

"You're a great man too, Shawn. I'd be happy to drop a title to someone like you. I mean that."

Shawn stared at Bret for a while until he glanced away. Bret's words stung in a way he couldn't verbalize. Bret respected him so much and yet..

"Will you be okay if I leave? I just wanna make sure."

Shawn took a deep breath, he wanted to say no. "Yeah. I'm just getting sappy I think. I'll just sleep this off..Thanks Bret."

Bret nodded, picked his bag off the floor and walked toward the door to Shawn's room. Shawn watched Bret leave with his eyes glazed over.

Instead of an empty hallway, Bret ran right into Hunter with the door. "Oh shit- Sorry Hunter. You alright?"

Hunter rubbed his forehead, "Yeah.. Damn Hart. What were you doing in Shawn's room??"

Bret shook his head, "Shawn was stuck in the elevator pressing the door button over and over. I helped him get back to his room. He told me he's okay by himself but..Maybe you can watch him?"

"Dammit. I thought he didn't walk here by himself. Thanks for helping him. That's partially my fault since Shawn is really good at managing himself while drunk. Guess this was one of those rare occasions. Did he say anything weird?"

"Kind of emotional. He looked close to crying." Bret sighed, "Something about me being well respected and downplaying himself. It's unlike him."

Hunter tensed and shook his head, "Got it. Sad drunk mode. I got him don't worry."

Bret nodded and left to go to his room. Hunter walked into Shawn's and shut the door.

"Hey buddy, Bret just told me what happened. You wanna talk it out or watch TV?" Hunter sat on the corner of Shawn's bed.

Shawn rubbed his eyes and shrugged, he was annoyed at how watery his eyes were getting. "Bret said he'd happily pass a championship to me man."

"Yeah? He'd put you over like that? Huh." Hunter scratched his neck, "Would you do the same?"

Owen was fast asleep with his leg dangling off the second bed and Bret moved it so he could walk through the room. As he undressed for bed, that moment with Shawn looking at him all sad eyed played through his mind. Part of him almost wished he stayed with Shawn. Falling asleep beside him didn't sound so bad-

"What the hell am I thinking.." Bret sighed and collapsed in his bed. He never noticed how lonely it felt, even if Owen was just in arms in reach.

Shawn had laid with Hunter in his bed, somehow it fit both of them but it certainly helped. He thought of the concerned look Bret had for him and how Bret openly expressed his admiration for him. It made his throat ache.

He looked at his sleeping friend with a quiet gaze, "Would Bret have done this with me..?" Shawn shook his head and laid it down on his pillow. "Doubtful. Why would he.." He found himself dozing off, ignoring his skin's hunger to be held.

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

‘This is ridiculous,’ Shawn complained, fiddling once again with the buttons of his new uniform. The outfit was completely tailored, and yet still he seemed to be having major issues with it. Hal knew some of it was nerves, but he couldn’t help running his own critical eye over it as well.

‘Which bit exactly?’ he asked, finally moving off the bed so he could stand beside his friend. ‘Because personally I think it suits you.’

‘Get stuffed, your highness,’ Shawn grumbled, finally dropping his hands to his sides. It was a true show of irritation and nerves if he was falling back on Esme’s usual teasing.

‘It’s just pageantry,’ Hal offered kindly, reaching up to brush some lint from his shoulder. ‘Some ancient need for something or other.’ He waved his hand absently, dismissively.

Shawn scoffed. ‘Glad all those royal tutors imparted such important knowledge on you.’

‘As I recall,’ Hal teased, smirking at him in the mirror, ‘I had two very bad influences in my friendship circle.’

Shawn rolled his eyes, but there was no hiding the grin on his face.

Hal gently reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. ‘In a few hours you’re gonna be an official guard,’ he noted, pride obvious in his voice.

Shawn squeezed his hand back. ‘Actually getting paid for keeping your arse out of trouble. It was bound to happen.’

With a soft smile on his face, Hal released his friend’s hand. He just hoped there’d never be anything too serious to deal with ever again. For both their sakes.

[palebluebirdearthquake]

A pivotal realization in the hours after Riley's birth.

[akielzx]

cause she loves the attention ！✦

＃；drabble, shawn x reader

tags // clingy boi, fluff

"when are you going to finish that stupid case of yoursss" said shawn over call. [name] sighed, "shawn, it's not stupid. once i'm finished, i'm sure we'll spend time."

shawn scoffed playfully, "really? you're not going to that bossy guy?" he whined asking. [name] chuckled a bit, "gerald's not busy, and yes. we'll spend time after i'm done. so please, for god's sake, let me finish this."

shawn grinned and ends the call happily, knowing his beloved will keep true to their word.

[cheddarch]

I can’t explain how I want to do a Raymond and Kevin, Good Omens au

But Shawn x Raymond is pretty much that but obviously different afterlife situations

Oh well I like, and I have a lot of Shawn x Raymond ideas so I’ll just do it anyways

[midnightfanatics]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Boy Meets World Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shawn Hunter/Topanga Lawrence-Matthews Characters: Shawn Hunter, Topanga Lawrence-Matthews, mentions of cory matthews Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, missing moments - canon divergence, Pining, high school era, Drabble Collection, Implied Cory/Topanga breakup, Jealousy, third wheel vibes Summary:

A Shawn Hunter/Topanga Lawrence drabble collection.

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

favorite psych fics??? 👀

i honestly haven't read too-too many but here's an incomplete list:

food is life, and life hates juliet. this was the first one i read and i found it through @/thespiritssaidso answering my ask about spoiler free psych fics and it's so cute aksjsjdbs. i wrote a short little continuation here but it's a spoiler free shules sickfic/whump and it's pretty short and i've read it like 3 times bc it makes my feet kick. @/thespiritssaidso (Isolation68 on ao3) writes a bunch of really cute shassie stuff too but i like juliet far too much for this not to be my favorite of their work.

hidden emotions. it's less than 1k but just really good. it's pov second person (following jules) and has spoilers for the season 3 finale, but i love it a lot. i found it from someone answering my spoiler free psych post telling me to sort by date updated on ao3- which like- i wish i could find that notification and give you a hug bc that changed my life lol. i really really loved reading like a detached 2nd person fic, it's so well written because it doesn't make you feel like juliet but it gives so much information on her thoughts and feelings which was just a really cool experience and inspired me to write this (which i swear i will update soon i have like half of the next chapter on my notes app), which slight spoilers for season 4 but it's cannon divergence. anyway i love the concept and i love the execution and i love juliet o'hara

the door before me is open just enough. it's just really cute. another shules one shot i found the same way and it really stands up to re-reading

love game. fluff and smut, shules one shot i found the same way. there are a couple sexy shules fics that i love but for some reason this is the only one i have bookmarked. it's so good and the author does a really good job of keeping the characters believable throughout. theres some shawn and gus friendship stuff and karen vick, i just like it a lot

there are a lot more but these were most if the ones i bookmarked, if you're interested there are like 60 fics when you search psych >> shules >> english >> updated between 2006-2011, they're all pretty short (6k max i think) and probably 50 of them i liked so definitely check that out lol

edit: @/attic-nights was the one who told me to sort by updated on ao3!!! you are my favorite i love you so much go send them hugs lol

[oceangirl24]

Shades of Love: A Shondrey Collection

Family is what you make it and with whom you make it.

A collection of drabbles, double drabbles, and slice of life moments with the family they found.

I resisted this for a long time but eventually was enabled to join these color prompts by the wonderful @mikaharuka and @udaberriwrites .

The name Shondrey (Shawn, Jon, and Audrey) comes from @mrsmungus who gave this little family their name. She was also the one to coin Jondrey (Jon and Audrey's ship name). This is quite an honor for me as she writes another favorite family of mine Tiva (Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David) and Tivali (Tony, Ziva, Tali).

Many thanks to my friends for making these possible.

Read on:

AO3 FFN

[shurisgf]

WHERE WERE YOU IN THE MORNING? — A. ARETAS ✩

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , you armando spend a slow morning together for the first time in a while. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x POC!fem!reader | TROPE established relationship | FORMAT drabble | GENRE fluff | WARNINGS none | NOTES what i would giveeee just to spend one morning with himmm 😫

🎧 for an enhanced experience , listen to Where Were You in the Morning — Shawn Mendes

9:00 AM

The warm sunlight filled the bedroom as your eyes fluttered open, your head still lying on Armando’s chest. His arms were wrapped around your torso as one of his hands rubbed your back gently, providing you comfort. You moved your head slightly, trying not to wake up your sleepy boyfriend, and placed a gentle kiss on his collarbone. You hummed softly, snuggling your head back into the place it originally was. You loved spending mornings together at your place, the two of you hardly got to wake up together anymore because of Armando’s busy schedule now that he was working alongside his dad. So you cherished every moment like this. He began to stir out of his sleep, and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Buenos días, mamá.” He mumbled in that sleepy voice of his, letting you know that he was awake. “Good morning baby, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You lovingly caressed his chest in an attempt to coax him back to sleep. He hummed quietly, still rubbing your back with his hands. The two of you stayed like this for a while, enjoying the quiet hum of the ac, the birds outside, the pure peace of it all. The two of you weren’t really morning people, so you appreciated the silence. Being in his arms was your favorite place, it made you feel content in knowing that he was yours, and you were his. “¿Cómo has dormido?” His drowsy voice filled the silent room, “The best I’ve slept in a while, actually.” He chuckled quietly, “And why’s that?” He hummed, “Because I got to sleep with you.” You smiled to yourself, getting up from the position you were lying in and moving to sit on top of him so you were now looking down at him, resting your hands on his chest. His hands paused, waiting for you to get comfortable, then placing them on your ass, rubbing it slowly. “I’m gonna go shower.” You mumbled and placed a soft peck to his lips before getting off of him and walking towards the bathroom. “Such a tease,” he mumbled staring at you as you left the room, causing a light chuckle to escape your lips.

GLOSSARY !

Buenos días, mamá. — Good morning, mama.

¿Cómo has dormido? — How’d you sleep?

©2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED — SHURI'S GF. Do not modify, repost, plagiarize, translate or claim any work posted on this blog without my permission !

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reblogs are greatly appreciated !

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Esme looked out across the water, turning the key over in her hand. After everything that had happened the urge to throw the thing away, to never contemplate it or any other mystery for that matter, filled her. And yet, part of her couldn’t just do that. Part of her was desperate to know what it was all about, to know if there was something they needed to worry about behind it all.

‘Maybe they’re invitations to the most epic party ever,’ mused Hal, snapping her attention back to the present. He was holding his own key close to his face, inspecting it as if he expected there to be an inscription on it or something, some tiny clue that might just give them somewhere to start. A small smirk flashed across his face as he finally tore his attention from the thing and looked to Shawn. ‘I think yours got lost in the post.’

‘You’re more than welcome to mine,’ said Esme, stilling the key and offering it to him.

Shawn shook his head adamantly, held his hands up in an empty gesture. ‘Oh no, that’s all yours. He can be your problem for a couple of hours.’

Esme gasped, expected to hear some indignant comment from Hal, but none came. Instead, he was looking slightly to their left. Two people were walking towards them, a girl who looked suspiciously like a woodland fairy, who was gently nudging a broad boy in the ribs. They seemed to be joking around, having fun, but she could feel the tension rising in Hal, knew that for all his bravado he was still having nightmares, wary of strangers despite craving their attention. It was all still taking its toll on them.

The duo looked towards them, the girl waved. Esme pulled on the magic around them, just in case. She felt the threads growing briefly taut, felt the shift in other layers as the boys made their own preparations.

‘Hi,’ the girl greeted cheerfully as they neared, her gaze skimming them in a way that unnerved Esme. It felt as though she were sizing them up, weighing up her options.

‘Hello,’ said Hal cheerfully, standing up quickly.

‘We’re looking for some people,’ the guy said as Esme stood, Shawn close behind. She was a little surprised that there had been no foreign shift in magic. These two weren’t even trying to vie for control. ‘Esme, Hal and Hector.’

It felt as though her blood had turned to ice.

‘It’s about some keys,’ the girl added, an amused smirk lighting her face that did nothing to quieten Esme’s suspicions. If anything, it only worried her more. Just what else were they getting themselves into?

‘Two out of three ain’t bad,’ said Hal, a prickle of unease running down his neck. There was something otherworldly about the duo that he couldn’t quite place; something he couldn’t decipher and it worried him more than it once would have. He refused to show it though, refused to bow to the whims of his own emotions. He offered them a low, sweeping bow. ‘Prince Hal of the Magicians.’

‘Prince?’ asked the boy sceptically.

The girl elbowed him in the ribs. ‘Who didn’t get a key then?’

‘Wait a minute,’ said Esme, and Hal felt her tugging at the power around them, a new found confidence in her magic that he appreciated, that he felt proud of her for having found. ‘Why should we answer anything when we have no idea who you are?’

The duo shared a knowing smirk. It was a look Hal was more used to giving than being on the receiving end of. It only served to disconcert him more.

The girl mimicked his bow. ‘My name’s Belle and this is my esteemed colleague Gareth.’ The guy briefly nodded his head in way of greeting. ‘Now, about those keys and where Esme or Hector is.’

‘Hector’s not here,’ said Shawn, waving a hand at Esme’s key. ‘But if these are yours…’ His voice petered out as Belle shook her head.

‘They’re for yous.’

‘We’ve already got ours,’ said Gareth, as if he were explaining something but without actually answering any questions. ‘But we really can’t –’

‘Anything you say to me,’ Hal said, trying to infuse his voice with a little of the old arrogance, ‘you can say in front of Shawn.’

Beside him, Esme firmly folded her arms in a show of solidarity. Her hold on the magic in the air didn’t falter.

The duo shared a questioning look before Belle shrugged dismissively. ‘We’re gonna need a door, any door, and Hector because I really can’t be bothered to explain this more than once.’

Hal arched an eyebrow but motioned away from the lake. ‘I have an idea where we might be able to find both those things,’ he said, really hoping that they weren’t making a mistake but being glad he had the others with him this time, just in case.

When Hector opened the front door hadn’t expected to come face-to-face with Esme, Shawn and the prince of the magicians, nor had he expected them and two strangers to traipse into the hallway with little more than names thrown out to explain who they were.

Now, standing in the cramped hallway, he was beginning to regret taking that holiday day Brad had encouraged.

‘What’s happened?’ he asked, dread swirling to life in his chest. His gaze instantly went to Prince Hal, trying to figure out if something terrible had happened for them once more. To see if this was more than just a social visit.

‘You got a key, didn’t you?’ asked the girl he didn’t recognise, Belle she’d said her name was. Beside her the boy, Gareth, was looking at Shawn with mild irritation behind his eyes. It was almost as if he didn’t like the other boy being there, but Hector knew better than anyone that Prince Hal, Esme and Shawn were a package deal, something that appeared to have only got worse in the weeks following the arrests. He couldn’t say he blamed them.

A quick look to Esme, the curiosity etched onto her features but no loathing, made him nod slowly.

‘Care to do the honours?’ Belle waved a hand to the front door.

‘It won’t fit,’ Hector said softly.

‘Humour us,’ said Gareth. ‘You live in a world where magic’s real, so you can’t really tell me this is a step too far.’

Hector paused for a moment, he couldn’t argue the point, before carefully putting the key in the lock. It fitted with no problem, baffling him.

As he pushed the door open, his feeling of bafflement only worsened. Rather than the ever-familiar street he was greeted with a bustling café. He saw giants and other fairies who seemed like caricatures of everything that he was used to. There were figures he didn’t recognise at all, and from Esme’s soft gasp he figured the magicians didn’t either.

‘Welcome,’ said Belle rather grandly, ‘to The Voyageurs Möteplass.’

‘The key leads to a café?’ asked Prince Hal, a slight judgement ringing behind his words.

‘A way place for adventure weary travellers,’ said a booming voice, snapping Hector’s attention to a large jovial looking man. He was drying his hands on a tea towel as he walked towards them from behind the counter. ‘We have an addition.’

‘We told them –’

‘We weren’t leaving him behind.’

Gareth and Esme spoke at the same time, but the confusion lasted only a moment. The man beamed, held out a hand.

‘My name’s Darius,’ he introduced, ‘and I suppose I should explain those keys. Would anyone like a drink?’

‘No thanks,’ said Prince Hal as more hands were shaken and the duo moved off to a nearby booth, smiling at a few people who seemed to be waiting for them.

Hector couldn’t help but allow a small smile onto his face. Maybe, just maybe, this adventure would be a pleasant one.