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Una breve mirada a los pensamientos de Wei Ying; a la oscuridad que le atormenta, hasta que el sándalo llega a acallarla.
¿Es egoísta desear ser amado con tal intensidad?
“Aquel impulso de decir su nombre queda atrapado entre mis labios. En momentos así, siquiera me atrevo hablar, no es necesario, él me conoce más que nadie. Él puede leer en mis silencios la necesidad de su presencia”.
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Lassiter may have, at one point, had extensive issues – possibly subscriptions – with the idea of admitting, even to just himself, that he finds Shawn Spencer attractive. But Spencer is something of a force of nature, and there are certain inescapable truths that Lassiter’s learned to resign himself to as long as the department wants to continue using the so-called psychic. The first among them is that the more Lassiter tries to deny or avoid something, the more out of his way Spencer will go to make that something his new toy for the week.
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24 Dec 2025
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It was a dull day at the station with no cases coming in, leaving Lassiter with nothing to do other than do paperwork all day. That is, until a mysterious woman came into the station, wanting to reopen an old case.
“My name is Natasha Peck, and the case that I’m asking you to reopen is a stolen car case from 1995 where my friend named Shawn Spencer was arrested for stealing a car, and I have the evidence proving that he didn’t.” She said, before putting an old video camera down on Lassiter’s desk in front his paperwork and crossing her arms.
And what’s on that camera ended up changing the way he viewed the psychic forever, and for the better.
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Shawn didn’t actually steal a car, it was just a huge misunderstanding with a deeper story.
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23 Dec 2025
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"How can you protect me properly if you're next door?" Shawn hopes his voice conveys how ludicrous this is. "Protect and serve Lassie, protect and serve."
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22 Dec 2025
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There’s a new serial killer who’s been terrorizing Santa Barbara, and subtle clues suggest that Shawn is next. (It’s the note saying “Shawn Spencer, you’re next,” that’s the subtle clue.) With such a blatant threat, and no leads, there’s only one thing for Shawn to do: fake his own death and start planning a baller funeral, of course. It’s only for a few days, everyone will be fine, even Jules. Even Lassie. Right?
__________Content warnings (if applicable) at the beginning of chapters.
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Entrusted With A Broken Heart by Aut189 for Cupric Solution (Alicia_H)
Fandoms: Psych (TV 2006)
31 Jul 2022
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Set a few days after “2x11: There’s Something About Mira” Usually Carlton was moody, constantly barking order which isn’t abnormal. Except Shawn noticed Carlton being more than his usual growling additive, realizing Lassiter reinjured his collarbone again after crashing into that table during chasing the suspect at Guster’s Exwife, Mira’s vineyard. This leaves Shawn clueing the pieces for an explanation of what is going on with Carlton. While Shawn started being randomly affectionate without using his visions as an excuse to be nice or touch Lassie.
As they left Shawn caught a small wave in his direction and grinned happily. Juliet stared widely at her partner in alarm. Carlton’s grin wiped off his face and groaned. “What?”
“Since when do you and Shawn fist bump and hug each other, Carlton?”
The detective demissed. “Shawn and I have been working on this case for a week now together, I think he’s starting to mature.”
“Shawn…maturing, Lassiter…” Juliet pressed her palm to Lassiter’s forehead. “Are you feeling okay? Are you sure you aren’t getting sick? Maybe I should tell the Chief you need time to recuperate.”
“O’Hara, get your hand off my forehead, immediately.” Carlton growled, fierce glare.
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