#SHAWN ANGST

[arrowheadedbitch]

One thing he noticed was the man never smiled in his sleep.

He was always quite happy go lucky, that's what he was known for.

And it was not uncommon for him to sleep on the job, just another example of how he didn't care enough about the job he did.

Or maybe that he cared too much.

But one thing Lassiter noticed when he payed attention was that the manchild never smiled in his sleep.

He kept a neutral facial expression the whole time, sometimes it would scrunch up into something negative, but he would never smile.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⁀➴ ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ

✰ ➵ angst ♡ ➵ fluff ୨ৎ ➵ funny

⋆ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 - All this late night talking was not enough for you. (✰/♡)

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Anne embarrasses Harry in front of you, which somehow turns out better than expected. (୨ৎ/♡)

⋆ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 - You couldn't handle the fame that came with dating Timothée. (✰/♡)

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 - Your character in one of your ongoing projects was messing up your personal life with Timothée. (✰/♡)

⋆ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 - The way Shawn talked about you in his interview made your heart flutter. (♡)

⋆ 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 - The assignments were a load but luckily you had your own walking encyclopaedia. (୨ৎ/♡)

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 - Your hangouts with Elijah cause a certain Mikaelson to become jealous. (୨ৎ/♡)

⋆ 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐑

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔..? - The four times Aaron almost said "I Love You" (And the one time he did) (✰/♡)

⋆ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 - When you finally tell Spencer how you feel, you certainly didn't expect nothing. (✰/♡)

ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ 「²⁶.¹⁰. ²⁴」

[samijey]

not Tatum's lil sad face at seeing Lyra betray her morals 🤧

[shyjusticewarrior]

Jason be like: "I will not follow my own advice."

[shawnaise]

shawn slowly losing interest in solving crimes; becoming less and less involved in the psychic charade. coming to terms with the fact that maybe he never wanted to do this, or to be the way he is. tracing scars on his knees from shards of glass that covered easter eggs and realizing that other kids just got candy. not being able to stomach the fact that he fears observing himself too closely; for a deduction about how he operates may kill what’s left of him. him searching for any amount of self-worth to keep him from quitting the only thing he has left, and finding none. scraping the bottom of the barrel for months only to start clawing at the surface below. so he tears himself apart trying to be what his friends think he is and fails. finally taking the time to step back from his life and realize that everything he’s ever done has been for appearances; not for himself. shawn quitting, moving away from santa barbara and never looking back.

[golden-eye-ramblings]

Renatus Revol Headcanon Dump Part 1

Woo wooo!! Time for Renatus headcanons! He’s not just a simple delinquent and I intend to convince y’all on why :3c. This will have manga spoilers! Gif credit to @fallinblossoms

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Renatus Revol

Height: 5’10/180cm

Age: 26

Birthdate: November 1st

Sign: Scorpio

Gender: Cisgender

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

• While Renatus fits into the category of a delinquent brute with how lackadaisical and extreme he can be in terms of delivering punishment. He’s actually quite amicable like Ryoh and Kaldo. He’s just incredibly tired 24/7 due to his role and hasn’t gotten proper sleep in years(except for holidays, which he yearns for every day).

• Has developed the ability to sleep standing upright.

• His favorite food is fast food because it’s the only thing that’s usually available super late at night to eat. My man can NOT cook.

• Conversely his favorite drink is cheap beer because, once again, of how easily accessible it is during late hours.

• He enjoys reading ghost stories because it helps keep him up at night.

• Compared to the others who at least have decent homes or lavish spaces, Renatus lives in a cheap apartment. He still has things in boxes because he’s never had time to go home and truly unpack anything. The first thing one sees when entering his place is a single mattress on the floor, stacks of magazines and books, dirty containers of fast food and empty bottles. Truly a Male Living Space™️.

• Is actually quite the academic, although his memory isn’t what it used to be.

• And speaking of his memory issues. While I am inclined to believe that sleep may be a factor in it, I am also inclined to believe his immortality also plays a role in it.

• While he can regenerate at incredible speeds, it’s not entirely perfect. A crick in the neck? Simple, he just breaks his neck so the bones can set properly again. Back problems? Just break his back, no biggie. After his fight with Doom, his regeneration couldn’t keep up and he lost consciousness. And the healing process was not completely perfect when he came to(huge time shenanigans and mega manga spoilers aside). To summarize, he ended up with brain damage.

• People often think he’s forgetful because he’s just tired or lazy and doesn’t care enough to remember properly. While that’s *partially* true, it’s also because he has yet to really fully grasp how bad it really is. And he’s certainly not being careful with himself either. He’s always had memory issues but his lack of self preservation only exacerbated the problem.

• While he recalls that he gave up his mortality in order to save a girl he loved, he can’t recall if he did in fact save her. Nor even remember her name, or what she looked liked. He doesn’t think on it much in recent times, save for this weird funny feeling he gets in his chest whenever he traces his only scar.

• Renatus’ coworkers have yet to notice how bad his memory has gotten, Agito however has been assisting him in little ways. Such as leaving behind notes and helping him grab lunch and remind him of important events or work related things. He hasn’t noticed the changes fully.

• In terms of closeness with the other Divine Visionaries. He is closest with Agito, amicable with Tsurara, Ryoh and Rayne. Neutral with Orter. And on negative terms with Kaldo and Sophina. He enjoys teasing Sophina the most due to her strict school president like attitude.

• Does not remember Nerey. At all. Repeatedly even after Nerey has introduced himself several times. It’s unclear on whether or not he’s doing this as a bit or because Nerey’s genuinely not interesting enough to be remembered by Renatus.

[imposterzoe]

Thinking about Shawn Spencer with a gun.

Remember that one episode where he's in the backseat and shouts "Somebody give me a gun!" and Lassie and Jules both shout "No!"

....why?

This is Henry Spencer's son. The man who, at that point, has shown he can:

Analyze a room from a glance and find a criminal

Recreate entire crime scenes and scale models from memory off seeing them for less than two minutes

Save himself from someone dead set on killing him

They spend a whole episode (maybe the same episode from before idk) talking about the detective exam which he aced when he was 15

It's a known fact that the only reason he isn't a cop is mix of leftover teen angst, a hatred for order, and a flair for the dramatic

In the first fucking episode, we see him in a shooting range with Lassie's old partner (Doctor Amber Volakis who is fucking everywhere in the early 2000s' once you know her face). In that scene he looks at the target for all of 10 seconds.

He doesn't watch her shoot. He doesn't study the target. And in one tenth of the time it took her to make the shots, matches every one.

And because it's Shawn this is all after acting like he'd never held a gun before.

Obviously no one else is in this scene to see this but still. Shawn shoots a gun maybe twice more in the series but dude is skilled marksman.

Dude also only gets angry when innocent people and people he care about are in imminent danger.

My point is there should've been a scene where Henry Spencer, the person whose main interaction with his son was during survival and skills training, was held at gunpoint and utterly helpless.

Carlton Lassiter, the person with 10 guns hidden throughout his apartment, should hand his personal weapon to Shawn who at that moment has no visible emotion.

Shawn Spencer should walk into the building with no body armor, no plan, and no emotion.

And immediately get a head shot.

No conversation. No bargaining. Nothing.

He should then turn on his heel without even talking to his now blood-speckled father and walk back outside. Return Lassiter's gun. And deposit himself in the back of a squad car.

Or he should set up an NES in the precinct and fucking demolish everyone at Duck Hunt

Either one.

[writing-whump]

Shawn's secret

Isaiah visits Shawn, who isn't in the best shape. Angsty conversation and some emeto.

It took Shawn three rings to shuffle the door, which Isaiah noted as very strange.

"Hey, man! Glad to see you!" Shawn's greeting was characteristically enthusiastic, but his smile was strained and there were large circles under his eyes.

Isaiah stepped in before Shawn moved away, not giving him time to decide whether to let him in or not. It was very rude and forceful for a wolf.

But this was Shawn. Their relationship wasn't close because of its frequency but the intensity of the interactions.

"What do I owe the pleasure?" Shawn said, following Isaiah into the kitchen. His feet were bare and he was wearing an oversized white shirt and black sweatpants. Surprisingly relaxed for him, even for home.

Shawn liked being stylish and always ready for a sponatous visits or invites. And he liked colours not the monochrome.

Isaiah walked around the apartment. It was so bare. Almost no things to create his usual chaos.

This was getting more and more suspicious.

Shawn looked at him with raised eyebrows. "You done with the examination? Everything up to your liking?"

"Not exactly, no." Isaiah peeked into the bathroom and the bedroom. The bed was unmade and warm to the touch and had the strongest scent. Shawn must have been in it just a minute ago. In the middle of the day?

"Why are you at this apartment?" Isaiah got his network working and figured out Shawn had several apartments across the city. This one was the most modest, empty, behind the river. No pack territories, just humans. It was pretty far away from the centre too, with minimal noise.

Shawn wasn't one to crave peace though. And the apartments weren't the only thing Isaiah had been researching.

"I like to switch them around. You know how it is." Shawn braced himself against the table from behind. If he thought he looked nonchalant, he was gravely mistaken.

Isaiah narrowed his eyes, noticing the glistening trail of sweat on his forehead and cheek. Huh. This was worse than he expected.

"Ehmm...I'm a little low on shopping, so I hope you aren't hungry...or we can order-"

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "I didn't come here to eat."

"You are so formal and boring. Gotta have some kind of fun excuse at least."

Isaiah stared at him unimpressed. The other wolf might have looked cheeky and carefree, but he didn't flinch or lower his gaze like other wolves would have. The heir mentality and their comparably big shadows were at play here.

Isaiah let the silence stretch, giving Shawn one more opportunity.

His breathing was getting shallower though and his dark eyes looked more and more like bruises. Maybe this wasn't the time to push.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Isaiah asked with a sigh, relaxing his posture consciously.

As expected, Shawn's own posture mirrored his, sagging a little more into the table. But not sitting down, so he was still alert.

"Tell you what?"

"Don't play dumb." Isaiah took his phone out of his pocket, waving it around. "You thought I wouldn't find out? Who do you think I am?"

Shawn grimaced, something flashing in his eyes. "Whatever you think you know, it's not your bussiness."

"You came to me, remember? That kinda contradicts it."

"I thought I was coming to the Executioner who used to be my friend. You are in no position to help me right now, so I decided otherwise. Thank me later." Despite how insulting the words sounded, Shawn's voice was tired. It was the first time it sounded so...defeated.

"What do you mean, no position? Only I have the right-"

Shawn scoffed. "Who is playing dumb now?"

"I'm the Executioner of this town."

"No. You were one. You could have been one. You haven't been acting like it. Focusing on your mundane life, fitting in with them, playing human—you thought there would be no consequences?" Shawn rubbed the side of his face, then forced himself to straighten up to flop onto the couch. "No once can force you if you don't want it. It's fine. It's...it's your rightful decision."

Isaiah frowned, stepping closer to stand over Shawn.

There was a cold realization seizing his chest at the words. He had been so...conflicted and undecided about his role and the life he wanted to lead, his efforts not to fulfill his father's wishes and to redefine what the role meant...but he had been relying on its benefits all this time.

On the respect from packs, on his ability to protect his people by reputation alone, on being able to help someone like Rip.

We’re living the dream we wish for, not the life we have. Isn’t that right, Seline?

Yeah, he bet she would say something like that if he could talk it over with her.

"It's okay, Zaya. I'll deal with this on my own. Forget about it."

Isaiah's frown deepened as he shook off his thoughts. "You have been wrongly accused of something terrible. If the word gets out here, you'll be in trouble. I won't let this stand."

Shawn gave him a crooked piting smile. He truly didn't believe Isaiah would be able to influence the issue.

But Isaiah was the Executioner. He might not have chosen it, he might have resisted it, he might have been resentful of what it brought him. But he was the one city accepted as one. The only one who the wolves trusted to make a judgement.

And a judgement he would make. He would decide what would happen. To Shawn and to Rip.

He grabbed Shwan by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up with a quiet growl. "How dare you? I'm the Executioner of this town. Wolves here live and die by my decision. My word is the law."

Shawn's eyes widened, but he still sported a scornful smile, more of bitterness sickering through. "What about the human laws? I'm guilty just for the suspicion and wolves won't help me."

"I'll show you. This is going to end the way I say." He released his grip, letting Shawn drop back to the couch.

Shawn said nothing this time, something hopeful and mournful flickering through him before his face settled on a queasy expression. "Would you mind...getting out of the way?" He slowly got to his feet, bumping into Isaiah to get by.

Something about his tone changed, new urgency in Shawn's movements as he walked towards the bathroom.

Isaiah followed after him, partly shocked and partly knowing immediately what was happening.

The other wolf got in front of the toilet just in time to lean over it. His back arched and he gagged, liquid hitting liquid with a splash.

Isaiah winced in sympathy, his momentarily provoked shadow and competitive anger forgotten. "Are you sick?"

Shawn coughed and brought up another wave, dragging his wrist over his mouth. "I'm fine."

"Is it really necessary to spew that nonsense when I'm literally looking at the evidence?"

"It's nothing." Shawn straightened up, hands all shaky as he braced against the wall. "Can't really sleep or eat. It's to be expected."

Isaiah planted a steadying hand on his back. Shawn breathing was fast, as if unsure whether he would get sick one more time or not.

How his words didn't manage to reassure...that he regretted the most of all.

[lassiebf]

Me whenever they're mean to shawn on psych

[harrywavycurly]

I’m sad WWS is over I need to hear Harry’s convo with Shawn like the whole thing Sarah please I know he was mean🤤🙃🫠

Hiii lovey!! I’m sad it’s over as well but you can always come into my inbox and check in on them and see how they’re doing! I will happily give you Harry’s phone call with Shawn😂💖

-find all things Where We Started here✨

A/N: Harry has to let Shawn know to leave you alone but poor Shawn doesn’t even know what he’s talking about, enjoy Harry being mean but not too mean ✨

“Hello?” “Hello Shawn…” “Uh…hey…Harry what’s…up?” “I’m going to get right down to it…I know you and I have some mutual friends one of them being Niall and the other being my….my bestfriend.” “Yeah…yeah we have some friends in common-” “I know she asked you about a marriage pact when you’re fifty and if you’re both single you two will get married and-” “a marriage pact? I wasn’t asked to marry her-” “Don’t interrupt Shawn it’s rude…now just know you won’t be marrying her when you’re fifty or really at any age because if you so much as try to even date her…well you’ll have to deal with me and I know I’m all about treating people with kindness but for you I’ll make an exception…so if I were you..I wouldn’t even flirt with her a little too hard around me and before you try to say you don’t flirt with her please don’t try to take me for an idiot because I’ve seen you two together…so just maybe stick to being her friend and you’ll be fine…understand?” “Uh…I think…I think so yeah?…but Harry I really don’t have a marriage pact or anything with her…and as for the flirting I mean…we’re just friendly that’s it.” “God I really can’t stand you…I just said don’t try to deny it didn’t I? And here you are denying it? I get it…I understand why you flirt with her she’s easy to be flirty and fun with…but just know it ends now okay? No more…because I don’t want to make her upset and if I see you flirting or trying to get closer to her than a normal friendship…well I’ll do something that will very much make her upset.” “Like what?…Harry are you threatening me?” “No…not at all why would I have to threaten you?” “Because you think I’m going to make a move on your bestfriend?” “Well tell me Shawn…are you going to make a move on her?” “No.” “Then no…I’m not threatening you…but this was a lovely chat…hope we don’t have to have another one.” “Yeah…great talking to you Harry…same…hope you don’t have to call me like this again.” “That’ll be up to you now won’t it?…but bye Shawn see you at Niall’s little party next month.” “Bye Harry…”

[cashmeremars]

𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 || 𝐬.𝐦

pairing: shawn mendes x reader

summary: shawn stumbles upon a coffee shop while on tour and becomes infatuated with the waitress

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long... but i promise you’re in for a surprise... 

The heat of Amsterdam was relentless as Shawn continued to roam the unfamiliar streets of the city. Crossing bridges and tripping over loose rubble, Shawn sighed as his eyes scanned the stores lining the streets, hoping to find a place to settle down before heading back to his tour bus. He watched as a bicycle rider rode past him before slowing down and stopping at what seemed to be a cafe. He adjusted his jacket before reaching for his phone and checking the time. He had around 2 hours before he was expected to be back on the tour bus. Shawn smiled to himself as he followed the path the bicycle rider had just taken to get to the cafe down the street. 

As Shawn approached the front door of the cafe, he snapped a quick picture of the shop name just in case he needed to send his location to his manager. A mellow bell rang throughout the cafe as he pushed the door open. The smell of cinnamon and warm coffee danced through the air as he inhaled. The cafe was quaint, with landscape paintings lining the walls. Jazz music whispered under the sound of clanking dishes. 

Shawn sighed as he sat himself down at a booth nearest to the corner of the cafe, to ensure that no potential fans could spot him. The cafe was quite empty, as it was 2 pm on a weekday. A stained menu on the side of the table caught his eye. He reached over with a sigh, grabbing the corners of the menu to avoid touching the brown stains. A frown etched itself on his forehead as he flipped through the menu, the words splattering the page were close enough to English to follow along, but not enough to fully comprehend. Dutch, Shawn whispered to himself. He was in Amsterdam after all.

Shawn dropped the menu, opting to fiddle with the slightly tattered fabric of the booth, watching silhouettes walk past the cafe window. He closed his eyes, bopping his head along to the music flooding the cafe. 

“Are you new here?” A voice intruded Shawn’s entrancement.

“Uh, yeah,” Shawn spoke. He felt his breath constrict as he made eye contact with you. He’d truly never seen anyone as beautiful. “How could you tell?” Shawn spoke with a soft smile. He felt his heartbeat begin to pick up. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before, and you also looked a little clueless,” You point out with a laugh. 

“Oh, uh, sorry. I’m just here on tour. I’m a singer,” Shawn explains. 

���That’s cool,” you reply, raising your eyebrows. 

“Yeah. Grammy-nominated,” Shawn stammered. You nod, and his face flushed as he acknowledged his failed attempt at boasting. 

“Right,” you smile before pulling out a notepad and pen from your waist apron, “So, what would you like to order?” you say after a beat of silence. 

“Right. Right, of course.” Shawn stammered, “I don’t really know what’s good here, and I can’t really read the menu,” He says, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Ahh. I’m assuming you want me to tell you?” you question. 

“If that’s what you want, then sure. Tell me what’s good here.” Shawn spoke as he leaned forward on the table, leaning his head on his hand. He watched as you twirled the pen between your fingers. You were mesmerizing to him. You had an aura that was carefree yet so captivating. 

“What do you like?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Something sweet,” Shawn spoke, “like you,” he continued with a speck of confidence.

“Oh. I see.” You hesitate to laugh. 

“Sorry, was that a bit much?” He asked as his confidence crumbled. 

“Yeah, it was a little cheesy,” You reply, tapping the notepad with your pen. 

“Right.” Shawn’s could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. 

“You still want something sweet?” You asked. He perked up as he sensed remnants of a flirty subtext.  “On the menu, I mean.” You clarify, now just as flustered as Shawn was just a moment ago. 

“Yeah for sure. Maybe a brownie?” he fumbled with the menu once more, hoping that he’d ordered something that was an actual option. 

“Anything else?” You ask keeping your eyes on the notepad as you scribble Shawn’s order. 

“A cup of coffee,” Shawn took a deep breath in, “And your number?” he exhaled, squinting slightly to gauge your reaction. Your pen halts as your eyes pan to his. 

“Uh, coming right up.” You tilt your head before making your way back to the counter.  

Shawn sighed deeply once you were out of sight. He hadn’t realized that he wasn’t breathing properly until you’d left, leaving him to stew in his own embarrassment. He’d never behaved so awkwardly in his life, and yet you didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He could’ve chalked it up to your food service hospitality, but he sensed a glint of something unfamiliar in your eyes. She was charmed, he thought to himself.  

***

“Your order, sir.” You carefully place the coffee in front of Shawn before positioning the brownie a bit off to the side. The smell of fresh cocoa from the brownie melted his senses as he eyed the careful foam art floating on top of his coffee. He’d definitely have to visit again. 

“Shawn,” he said, “Mendes. Shawn Mendes.” He continued, placing his hand on his chest briefly. He watched her carefully in hopes that she’d recognized his name. 

“Already skipping the formalities?” You say as you wipe your hands on your apron. 

“Sure are.” He replies, “You don’t have a name tag?” He asked, eyeing the spot on your shirt where your name tag should be. 

“Yeah,” You took a quick look down at your uniform and shrugged, “It keeps me mysterious,” You continued. 

“Mysterious. That’s cool.” Shawn nods once, pursing his lips.  

“Very,” you reply, glancing around the cafe briefly. 

“Do I get to know your name?” Shawn said as you began to walk away. 

“But then what would happen to the mystery?” You quipped before disappearing behind the counter once again. 

The soft music tangled with the saccharine aroma of the coffee. He closed his eyes, as he revelled in the serene atmosphere of the empty cafe. There were no fans to bombard him, and no cameras to observe him. Nobody to perform for, or to pretend for. Just him, a cup of coffee, a brownie, and a girl who made his heart spring. 

Shawn scrolled through his phone as he gradually made his way through the honeyed meal. He watched his DMs flood full of Instagram models and influencers, but none of them compared to the waitress whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Here’s your bill, Shawn.” You lay the piece of paper in front of Shawn’s empty cup, and crumb-filled plate. 

“Thank you.” He looks up with a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “So, when can I get your number?” He asks. 

“It’ll be a surprise.” you shrug.

“So, are you always working here?” Shawn asks as you’re about to walk away once again. 

“I work on weekends if that’s what you’re asking” you reply, “Is there a reason why you need to know, Shawn?” you asked.

“Well, I’m only here this week for my concert, so-”

“You’re gonna try to woo me over during the short period of time you’re here?” You squint your eyes at him.

“Precisely,” He quipped.

“Well, you’re very persistent, Shawn.”

“I usually am.” Shawn knew that wasn’t true. Truthfully, he was always nervous whenever he had to speak to a girl he was fond of. He was already quite introverted as is, and speaking to you made him feel like he had frogs in his throat. 

“Charming. Well, we’ll see how your quest goes,” you laugh.

“When do you get off work?” he asked.

“Later tonight,” you said. 

“Then, I’ll be waiting right here.” Shawn folds his hands together, placing them on the table.

“Of course, you will, Prince Charming,” you raise your eyebrows in amusement as you lean over to collect the empty cup and plate.

“Does that make you my Cinderella?” he asked.

“I see the wooing has begun. Too bad I have to get back to my shift,” you turn, leaving him with the bill. 

Shawn grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, paying for the bill before texting his manager that he might be back a little later than expected.

“Excuse me? Are you Shawn?” A man with bulky glasses and a thick accent approached the table with a stone-cold expression. 

“Yes, I am.” Shawn’s back straightened instinctively as he felt himself start to tense.

“Well, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” He gestures to the door and sends a single nod of his head in Shawn’s direction. 

“Pardon?” Shawn locks his phone, placing it on the table. 

“Well, it seems that your excessive flirting with one of our employees has made her quite uncomfortable, to say the least,” The man explains. Shawn looks down and notices the similarities between the man uniform and the waitress’s uniform. He also notices the name tag sitting neatly on the man’s black shirt. 

“What?” Shawn’s eyebrows furrow together. He was hoping that he’d misheard due to the man’s accent.

“You asked for her number, what days she worked, what time she gets off, and then said that you would stay until she was done working. I mean, that’s a bit much don’t you think, sir?” The man folded his arms as his face remained stoic. 

“I was just trying to-” Shawn hesitates to explain. He knew that he was awkward and nervous at times, but he didn’t expect that he could misread a situation so incorrectly. 

“It doesn’t matter what you were trying to do. It very clearly did not work,” The man said. His gaze bores into Shawn’s. The longer the man stared, the more Shawn felt his own composure falter. “Will you be leaving?” The man asked. Shawn snaps out of his fear-induced trance, scrambling for his phone as he shoves his wallet into his back pocket.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I’ll get going. Tell her I’m sorry about all of that.” Shawn’s hands flail wildly as he tries to explain while struggling to get out of his seat. 

“Thank you for visiting our coffee shop. You probably shouldn’t come back.” The man pats Shawn’s back as he escorts him out of the cafe. 

“Yeah, uh… yeah, thank you for the experience,” He mumbled. 

Shawn left the shop with a belly full of coffee, a half-eaten brownie, and the urge to throw it all up.

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[arrowheadedbitch]

Okay everyone, get ready for a long as hell post.

Tw, suicide attempt, suicide, suicide talk

This is my really indepth Shawn hc that is more of just straight up a story at this point

So STRAP IN!

Okay, so during the ten years, at some point Shawn is super duper depressed. He's not going well at all. He's thinking of offing himself, and he has it all planned out. But, he calls his dad first, in hopes that despite their rocky relationship his dad will talk him out of it. But, as soon as his dad picks up the phone...well, you know Henry, he assumes the worst. So Henry is already yelling at him, why are you calling, what do you need now, blah blah blah, so shawn hangs up on him without ever getting a word in edgewise, he never gets to tell him why he called, and now it's just confirmed to him that he should end it and he's feeling a little spiteful too, so he downs a bottle of painkillers, one of the ones with the candy coating, yknow? He only survives bc he didn't care to lock his apartment door and one of the random girls he's always hooking up with came by to get something she accidentally left there, he doesn't answer but the door isn't locked so she thinks she'll just slip in an get her stuff, but instead she finds shawn and gets him an ambulance. After Shawn gets better, he either manages to charisma his way into convincing the doctors that it wasn't *really* a suicide attempt and gets realesed or does his regular sneaky shit and escapes and dips town so he doesn't have to do any therapy or go to grippy sock jail.

To this day, Henry doesn't know, GUS doesn't know, NO ONE KNOWS, *shawn tells NO ONE*

And he can't take advil anymore, can't stand the candy coating.

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Hear me out, him accidentally letting it slip during a big argument with Henry

I'm thinking Shawn says something that alludes to what happened during the argument without out right saying it so Henry gets to be more confused than angry as Shawn realizes what he almost reveals and completely shuts down refisung to elaborate

I'm imaging that scene in modern family where Alex accidentally mentions to her dad that she did stuff she wasn't supposed to as a teen and slowly backs out of the room

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And I could go on a whole rant about the candy coated painkillers, and I will!

The idea of picking something that's supposed to be sweet, that is supposed to go down easier

Because that's kind of the whole point of candy coating, and Advil tastes good as hell, I don't care what anybody says

He chose something that would be sweet and go down easy for his final moments

But it ended up sickly sweet

And it still got stuck in his throat

And it burnt on the way down

He started out tasting good (there's a reason Advils child lock game is so good) but it ended up tasting awful and burning

The burn and pain contrasted with how he thought he would go out

(Maybe even a perfect metaphor for his relationship with his father too....)

The taste is stuck in his mouth forever, a taste he can never forget

The sickly sweet burn of a whole bottle of candy coated painkillers

And even just the term "Candy Coated Painkillers" feels kind of perfect for Shawn, like aiygjvifjtjejjdksndh

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Also the fact that he never tells Gus? AUGHH hits me right in the heart

He doesn't call his mom or his best friend, he doesn't tell them, they wouldn't even know until after he was long gone

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Maybe Lassie finds out at some point, finally switching gears from looking for something in his criminal record to checking his medical history

Or as a favor for Juliet (thank you Sid/@obsidiancreates ) to find out the truth about a scar he won't tell her about

Lassie doesn't tell anyone, but he does switch out Juliet's stash of Advil for Tylenol, no candy coating.

Shawn finds out he knows because he gets protective of all the new suicide cases in a completely different way than before

Shawn has to tell him to tone it down before Gus starts getting suspicious

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And then of course, there's the major angst potential of an AU where Shawn /does/ die

Especially if told from Henry's perspective...

Especially if all of Psych is just Henry imagining what could have been if Shawn didn't die......

But that's all for now!

Enjoy, angst lovers!

[Thanks to @obsidiancreates and @mores0 for talking with me about this AT LENGTH in the Psych discord :)]

[dangermousie]

What I want in a fictional man, summary in one cap.

[lesbewriting]

comfort

[ Shawn Mendes x GN!Reader ] [928 words]

SUMMARY: After a rough day, Shawn manages to comfort you and make you feel better.

WARNINGS: hint of angst, but mostly fluff

A-N: Already edited two of my old mcyt fics I deleted. This one, then a sapnap one. Also, again, this is based on a personal experience of mine.

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The curtains remained closed over the large window, stopping the sunlight from seeping into the room. You had closed them to make it appear as dark as possible inside with your only light source coming from a small candle on the night-stand. You were currently lying bundled up underneath the doona covers of your bed. 

H/c locks of hair spread out atop the pillow that your head currently rests on, and your phone neatly settled in your hand, switched on as you stared at it sadly. You felt like shit if you were being completely honest, with tear-filled eyes and slight red tinted cheeks. 

The constant feeling of jealousy rested in the pit of your stomach as you scrolled through instagram, photos of your old best-friend filling up the brightened phone screen as she stood with her new friends and boyfriend, each with a large smile on their faces.

Why did life have to be so difficult? How could it be so cruel? Making you regret every shitty decision you'd made in the past. It was simply a routine for you now, where at least every few or so weeks you'd find yourself crying your heart out at the constant reminder of your friend. At the horrible reminder that you hardly talked anymore to each other.

A sob escaped your mouth, not bothering to cover it with your hand. Your boyfriend was out, he wasn't home at the moment. 

You didn't want to burden him with your problems, especially if he was too focussed on his music without having to worry about you. Instead, you kept it to yourself and allowed the sad emotions to wash over when you were in private, when you were home alone.

It could have been at least one or two hours later with you just lying there in the same position, bawling. You couldn't really tell how long it'd been, though. 

That you had eventually not heard the quiet footsteps of Shawn heading towards the bedroom, nor could you hear the sound of the door opening as he walked inside. His eyes briefly glanced around the medium-sized room until they finally landed on your figure, where your soft sobs and small sniffles could be heard. 

"Y/n? Are you ok?" Shawn asked, the feeling of worry already managing to appear onto his features as he shut the door behind him. He felt like his heart cracked a little at hearing you cry, as he hated when he saw you do it. All he wanted was to be able to make you a little happier. 

"Y-yes?" Your voice felt a tad too hoarse, and it stuttered a bit from how much you'd been crying today. 

You didn't trust yourself to say anything else, as to not let anymore of the sadness you felt become even more evident to him. So biting your lip to suppress more sobs, then shaking your head briefly, you turned onto your side, facing away from Shawn and setting your phone down upon the bedside table. 

You were tired of looking at the exact same images that swarmed your instagram feed. It only ever made you sadder every time. 

Shawn, noticing you didn't want to talk much, carefully ran a hand through this short brown hair and carefully moved himself closer to the bed where you resided. He gently kicked off the shoes he had on and situated himself nearest to where you lay on your side. 

He wanted to pull you into a hug. He wanted to distract you from whatever was making you feel like this. He just wanted you to be happy and your usual self. The man felt himself slip underneath the covers now, turned to face your back, wrapped his strong arms around you, and tugged you gently back into his chest. 

You were surprised at first by this sudden action but eventually managed to relax into his warm and comforting embrace. Turning around in his arms, you buried your head into Shawn's chest. Your eyes felt puffy and red from crying as you let a few more tears slip down onto your cheeks and slightly dampened the cotton of your boyfriend's shirt. 

"A-are you ok?" Shawn hesitated at first before asking again. His hand came to run through the soft and gentle tresses of your hair, with a worried feeling still swimming in those eyes you always managed to get lost in somehow. He wanted you to be ok, but he knew right now you were far from it.

You shook your head, burying your head further into Shawn's hard chest, as his arms wrapped a little tighter around you as if to tell you everything was going to be ok. You could feel his gaze locked onto your smaller figure, as you still struggled to stop the tears from falling down your face at every thought of your old friend. 

How you weren't entirely sure if everything would be fine. You did know, however, that as long as Shawn was in your life, and he was willingly ready to comfort you, then you would be perfectly okay. At least you hoped you would.

And with those last lingering thoughts, you felt yourself distracted once again, as you managed to comfortably fall into a peaceful slumber, surrounded by the warmth of your boyfriend's familiar embrace.

[obsidiancreates]

Never Good Enough

(Hey so that concept I posted where some kinda neurotoxin leaves Shawn unable to mask his depression anymore? Well I wrote a small segment of what that'd be like. IDK if I'll ever do a full fic so have this for now.)

“Looking at you is like looking at everything I was supposed to be, man. Head detective, follows the rules, can rattle off procedure in your sleep, when I look at you it’s like looking my Dad’s dreams for me in the face. And then you weren’t good enough for him either. You’re exactly who I should have been if I didn’t screw everything up and take everyone down with me, and you still weren’t good enough for him. And I had to realize, it doesn’t matter, it never would have mattered. I could’ve done… everything. Everything, exactly like he wanted me to, for my whole life, down to the letter, and I still… wouldn’t be good enough.” Shawn stares out the windshield, just… still. Tense. Numb.

No-one else in the car knows what to say.

“So what does it matter, man? I’m psychic, I’m not psychic, who cares. You’re what I should’ve been and couldn’t be, I’m what you shouldn’t ever be and get results you should be able to. We’re just- we’re opposites, man. But somehow we’re still friends, and I don’t even know how. I don’t know how anyone puts up with my crap enough to stick around, but I really don’t know how you do. Yeah, you say you hate me, but you don’t. I know that even if you don’t back up my theories or believe in my abilities, I can always rely on you. I know you’ll bust in at the last second before I get shot, and I know that no matter what stupid situation I get myself into you’ll end up there somehow to make sure I get out alive and mostly unharmed.”

Shawn thunks his head against his window. “Just like I know Jules will always back me up when it really matters, when I really need her to. And like I’ve known my whole life that no matter what… stupid, selfish moves I make, Gus will always be right next to me. Even when I don’t deserve to have him there. … Especially when I don’t. I never have.”

“I don’t deserve any of what I have. I’m just… dragging everyone along with my stupid games, like I’ve always done. And no matter how many cases I solve, how much I do right, I’ll never… be good enough. For any of it to make up for… me.”

“... Shawn, why do you think that?” Jule’s voice is quiet, but shattering, the silent tension in the car like glass and her words a sledgehammer thrown from a balcony.

Shawn just shrugs. Stares out the window. “The worst part is I know all of it. Still do it.”

“... You know, Spencer… Sh-Shawn. I’m… glad, that you know you can rely on me. Even if you use it as a crutch sometimes.” Lassiter can feel the ‘not the time’ glare from his partner in the backseat, but he ignores it and keeps going. “And I want you to know that I… enjoy knowing I can rely on you in turn. Maybe not to back me up, we don’t have that… dynamic. But I always know you’ll find the truth of whatever we’re working on, even if it makes you look like an idiot as well as me.”

“I just like showing off,” Shawn mumbles. 

“Well… there’s worse ways to do that than solving unsolvable cases.”

“... Sure. Whatever.”

Lassiter shares a look with Gus and Jules through the mirror. He sees equal amounts confusion and heartbreak in both of their eyes. He wishes he could say there was no trace of either in his own, but he knows that’s a lie.

“... I don’t, hate you,” Lassiter begrudgingly admits. He wants it to make Shawn smirk, brag, sing a stupid song about being right.

Shawn barely reacts. “I know,” he mumbles. “... I don’t know why, though.”

[shawnaise]

i almost know that shawn is depressed. not because he’s tired sometimes or is mildly bummed out when something not ideal happens; but because of the way he carries himself. always joking. the need to be perfect. the need to win at everything he’s a part of.

he’s this way because not joking would stop him from pushing analytical thoughts about himself into the recesses of his mind. because if he’s not perfect that means everything everyone has ever said about him is true. because if he doesn’t prevail in every aspect of his life; he’s losing. and losing isn’t an option.

but when winning isn’t an option; he loses, he loses big and losing big kills the ability to joke. and if he can’t joke, the analysis comes back; and if the analysis is back; he is nothing but what he thinks of himself. and he doesn’t think very much of himself at all. not after losing. because if he loses, every negative comment, breath shrouded insult, whisper behind closed doors, scoff, and venom spit that he has ever been on the receiving end of is true. it’s all true.