The head detective of Santa Barbara police department isn't as grumpy as everybody thinks. He is in love with the psychic and they have to face obstacles just like any other couple does.

Allie Bradstone didn't exactly have what you would call a normal child hood. Neither would most kids if they had a highly-functioning Sociopath, Private Detective as a mother. Though, it did come in handy when solving the murder of her husband, but that's another story. Needless to say, Allie has always had a bit of a unique perception when it comes to...everything. She's a very observant person, thanks to the harsh teachings of her mother. She never planned on using this talent for anything useful...well, until she moved to Santa Barbra. After calling in various tips from deductions she made from news reports, she is called in to the SBPD, and accused of being an accessory to the crimes she called in. This might have been slightly less believable, if there hadn't been a man making the exact same calls. Scrambling not to get arrested by a jerky detective, One Shawn Spencer bails them both out with more clever deductions...passing them off as psychic visions. And so, the SBPD hires not one phsycic, but two...and man... Here's where things get complicated.

random Shassie one shots cause I don't write enough already 😂

Read shassie again....sorry first!!

A secret from Shawn's past comes into play as the team fight to keeps more bodies from turning up. AN: I do not claim to have any ownership of this show just the OC's I have created.

Sooo, I'm a bit (completely) obsessed with the ship, Shassie from Psych. (ShawnxLassiter) And decided to write a fanfiction about it! I'm not sure how long it'll end up being but hopefully it'll be good! Enjoy! :D (This description is terrible I'm sorry... I promise my actual writing skills are better... Hopefully xD) ~COVER ART NOT MINE~

When Shawn loses his memory, it's up to Gus, Juliet, and Lassiter to help him remember who he is. And solve the murder. And get the girl. You know, Jules.

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the savior, the brave boy. That's what they all thought, the mask. Harry Potter, the freak, broken, abused, raped, the masked boy. The truth. Draco Malfoy, the bully, the pure blood, the Malfoy, the Slytherin prince, hates Harry Potter . That's what they all thought, the mask. Draco Malfoy, kind, sweet, loves Harry Potter, mysterious, masked. The truth. When Harry Potter comes back to his last and eighth year he seems different almost...Masked. Draco and the others are curious when Harry brings a young boy along with him in his eighth year and tries to figure out what's wrong with Harry Potter, but ends up falling in love with the un-masked Savior. ~~~ ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story contains: Self harm, eating disorder, abuse, rape, bullying and more.

Warning! This story contains repeated mentions of self harm, occasional attempted suicide, and Blood. No in depth descriptions, but now you know what you're getting into, you may proceed. When life is meaningless, and death rejects you, there is nowhere to turn. Harry Potter didn't expect much for his birthday. He didn't expect anything. The Dursley's never cared, why would they now? Harry was nine, and there was one birthday gift he could give himself; Freedom. The only problem; he was 'saved', and promptly sequestered in the smallest bedroom, which had been cleared of any and all potentially dangerous objects. Just his luck, the wizarding world was expecting him, and his head of house is reluctantly growing deeply concerned for him. But really, who said the 'Boy-who-Lived' had to want to? Disclaimer; y'all know. Don't own. Yadda yadda. No. 1 in Harry No. 1 in MinervaMcgonagall No. 1 in Mcgonagall No. 2 in Gryffindor No. 3 in Snape No. 4 in Potter No. 5 in SlytherinHarry No. 7 in Theo No. 8 in Nott