#shawn flynn x reader

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist + DNIs

Side blogs: @antisepticeye-simp @pigeon-detector @mostdefinitelyjackieboyman @darkiplier-simp

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

Yandere stuff

Polyamory stuff

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Fantasy AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Semi spicy/suggestive stuff

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

MHA fans

Harry Potter fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating.)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Watersports

Scat

Heavy pet play

Parent kinks

Heavy breeding kink

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

Transphobes

JK Rowling supporters/defenders

FANDOMS:

(Some of this is dead dove, be aware)

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Murdock:

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Wilford Warfstache:

Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader || TWs: None)

Illinois Jones:

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, PROLOUGE

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, Part 1

Heist! Mark:

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Mayor Damien:

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Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 3 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 5 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader|| TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / IMPLIED DRUGGING)

Welcome home, Part 6 (Darkiplier x reader||TW: MURDER/IMPLIED LIGHT VIOLENCE)

Pains (Werewolf! Darkiplier x GN! reader || TWs: None)

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy:

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Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye:

Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x reader || Platonic || TWs: Panic attack/ mentions of arguing)

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Jameson Jackson:

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Henrik Von Schneeplestein:

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Ethan Nestor's' egos

Blank gameplays:

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Unus:

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Mad Mike:

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Five Nights At Freddy's

PSA: Don't touch Freddy. please./j

Michael Afton:

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Michael Schmidt (Movies):

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Jeremy Fitzgerald:

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Vanessa (Games):

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Vanessa (Movies):

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William Afton (Games):

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William Afton (Movies):

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Henry Emily:

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I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

[lonelyrosegold]

The cooler side

Warning: none just fluff

Note: I wrote this with chase in mind but I realized at the end that it can be read as any of the septic egos so enjoy i guess

Also this is unedited cause I don't edit things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"What the hell you doing down there?"

Well there's worst ways to wake up, you buried yourself in to the duvet before reluctantly opening your eyes to look at the confused face of your boyfriend

Shuffling around to lay on your back while still staying snug in the dovet "yes?"

"Why are you sleeping this way?"

The way he is referring to is at the foot of the bed, to be more specific your turned around so your head is at the foot

"It got hot up there so I moved" you replied, closing your eyes hopeful to get back to sleep before you have to get up for the day

"but thats the foot of the bed" gesturing to his own feet that sit a little ways away from your face "Says who?, who in the world decided that there was a foot side and a head side?" You replied in a tired spiel, he snorts a bit at this

"Well the headbord is over here for one" he counters back

"Well not all beds have headbords sweetheart, it really a choice to have one or not" you move the blanket to cover your face in a dramatic fashion " well I'll give you that one but I still don't like the idea of sleeping where dirty feet lie"

You quickly remove the blanket from your face "Are you saying you don't clean your feet before going to bed?!"

"Well no bu-" you pop up to smack your pillow in his face "YOU NASTY" he grabs the pillow from you and gives you a good wrack back before putting the pillow back down

"I wear house shoes so my feet usually don't get dirty unlike someone who refuses to wear even socks at home"

"I don't like how they feel" you replie as you scrunch back up under the blanket away from the cold morning air

"I understand that's why I don't say anything" he leans down to give you a small kiss on the lips "but. . ."

"But?"

"I still don't understand why your sleeping at the end of the bed"

You let out a loud tired groan as you throw the blanket back "Then come lay over here and find out" you say as you pat the now open spot next to you " mmmm, fine" he move his pillow next to your and lays down while you throw the blanket over him, cuddle up to his chest he wraps his arm around you and puts his chin on your head

"Nice isn't it" you say, he pulls you in a little more "only cause your here" he says closing his eyes to finally go back to sleep

"Told you so" you give him a kiss and fall back asleep

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I got 'notice' 4 the word reqs, can u pls do it w any of the septics? Thank u!!!!

I’ll do Shawn since it’s been a while! ^^

……..

“Shawn! Did you hear? Boris will be in his own game!” You eagerly entered the toymaker’s room–after knocking and being allowed in, obviously–to show him the trailer for Boris and the Dark Survival.

But your excitement gradually fizzled into concern upon seeing him curled up on his bed, seemingly pouting as he hugged one of his pillows.

Even though Shawn was a grumpy person in general, you’ve seen a certain side to him–the side that longed for his old friends at the studio, both human and toon alike. And he’d spend hours just reminiscing or staring in silence when he was missing them.

That became more common ever since he learned that his universe was actually a video game in the present one–so in a way he had the occasional existential crisis.

You just wanted to be sure he was okay.

“Shawn?”

He blinked and cleared his throat, looking your way to give you a tired smile. “Hey..I’ve heard about it. I’ve seen the trailer n’ all. I’m glad he’s goin’ places.”

“I’m definitely gonna try it out, but…” You paused to take a seat beside him on the bed. “What’s up?”

“Same ol’ shit, y’know..” Shawn shrugged, hugging the pillow tighter. “I just hope..in this one they remember me. Maybe I’ll..get noticed again by th’ community. No one really notices me anymore and..I-I’m scared..” His voice grew shakier at the end.

“...I know, and it’s okay to be scared.” You put a hand on his back. “But..maybe your voice will be heard again. You did say you left more tapes behind. So...there’s always a chance.”

He nodded, sighing tiredly as he rubbed his eyes. “I could care less if Wally, Norm, an’ all the rest forgot me.” Then he looked to you once more. “But..you an’ the community..better not go an’ forget me, alright? You’re all I got now.”

“I’d never forget you.” Wrapping an arm around him, you let him lean against you. “And trust me, there’s people who still notice you and love you, Shawn. They’re out there.”

[fandom-wars-imagine-blog]

Hello dear Sheep! Since you want it so bad, here's your BATIM ask: Norman, Shawn and Susie and Reader taking care of a bunch of orphan puppies and/or kittens. This is super cute, you can't deny!

(Pls someone do the same, I need more BATIM asksthank you :’) )

Shawn Flynn: 

Shawn is a very nice man, he gets excited with little kids and animals of all kind, there is no kid that he can’t befriend. He can even befriend little demons, so 2 to 5-year-old kids are no problem to him. ;)

And count the fact he’s a toymaker, little kids and animals love some good old plushie! Boris can say it himself. Everyone can be old in age but be a child in heart! So, it’s very normal that he loves baby animals.

When you said to him that you didn’t want kids he was…kinda devastated. We wanted kids since he has known himself. He would have been an excellent father and he’s pretty sure you have been an excellent parent as well! But hey, he just has to wait right? Everyone wants kids someday. 

It’s the 20′s, give him a break.

When you saw him down for a whole week, (even if he said various times that he was okay) you decided to make his parenthood dream reality. But not kinda exactly the way he was thinking about…

When he came home one day and saw a kitten and a puppy on your lap sleeping…his hearted stopped from the happiness. 

If he was a cartoon, his eyes would have stars on them.

You had never seen him so happy before, he was like a little kid with a new Christmas gift right in front of him, the one they have been talking about since July when people don’t even think about Christmas. 

He’s not a dad of a little human, but of two beautiful little animals. He’s so happy that he has you as his lover. Just you to have that kind of idea when everything around you seems hopeless. 

You swear with all your heart, he would have been the perfect father. He takes them for walks, he builds them toys to play with, he pets and plays with them for hours when he can. Heck, you even think that he cares more about the babies being near him sleeping than you being near him sleeping. He spoils them more than he spoils you!

Alright, that is a lie, sometimes the truth, but he can’t help it! They are like little balls of fur.

The only thing he really lacks is punishments. They are so cute that he evens forgets that they can be really naughty sometimes. You lost count of how many times your pets had nibbled the furniture and he said absolute nothing instead of scolding them. You’ll have to talk to him about that and scold him yourself. 

He’s very happy about this new life. You had, maybe, sacrificed your own peace to make him happy and he doesn’t believe that anyone besides you would have ever done the same thing. He’s very glad about having you in his life.

Norman Polk:

Alright, I’m pretty sure some of you have those relatives or parents in your life that “hated” animals and “I swear to God that if you bring any disgusting creature to our home, you and it will have to find a new place to live!” but then when you brought a pet, after 2 months or less they treated it better than they treat you.

So, that’s Norman.

He already has lots of work, you know! It’s not just Mister out-of-his-mind Drew that makes him want to pull out his own hair out of his head. Mister Sammy Lawrence is super annoying as well and the projectionist’s life would be way easier if everyone started to use their own common sense and worked together as a family instead of talking about each other behind closed doors (and even you cause him some headaches sometimes). 

One day, while he was drinking his tea at home, you got inside with a little black puppy in your arms. You claimed that you found him in a box outside the supermarket and decided to adopt him to bring a little more of joy into your household! Your love seems always so tired, maybe you and your new little son can help!

…Oh man, why.

It’s not that Norman doesn’t like animals, it’s just that he’s not the young guy he was 20 years ago and his patience is below hell now that Joey decided that would be a good idea to have an angel diva living in the studio. Besides, pets are just another annoyance in everyone’s life. They make messes everywhere, they poop on the floor, they fight with other pets, they destroy your furniture, they need too much attention and time and the list goes on for our Mr.Polk. But it seems that he will have to accept his fate, is not like he can kick you out because of the dog. 

(Because he even tried to convince you to not adopt the puppy but you threaten to leave as well if the dog left and he doesn’t want to lose his precious yet stubborn light of his life. Sooo here we go Norman, you can’t run from this one.)

At least you could have chosen other color. Black remembers him of that stinky ink, ugh.

At first, Norman didn’t really care about the new being living in your house. He didn’t pay attention to them and rarely petted or played with them. The newspaper seemed more interesting anyway. The only thing that he didn’t miss was his food. He can not like the pet at all but he’s not letting anyone starve under his own roof. About the walks he just gave the excuse of his legs being tired from work but that’s bullshit.

After a while, things got better. He started to play more with him, take him for walks, even taught him some cool tricks! He even asks you every day if your pet needs something so he can go to the supermarket and take care of it. Seems that your grumpy boy has now changed his view about animals and sees life with more happy colors instead of black and white. 

You are relieved that you change your man at least a bit. Your relationship/life has never been so good and you both love that dog like he is your own children! The only thing that would improve this whole new fantasy is Norman getting a job on a better studio. Things are starting to get suspicious there…

Susie Campbell:

Oh Susie, Susie…Susie. This dreaming big diva is very possessive of you, completely unintentionally! It’s not like she wants to be jealous of everything! It’s just…gosh, if you had her life, you would understand her side. 

So, as she knows she’s wrong in that matter, (even if she hates to admit when she’s wrong) she decided to change this way of being and decided to adopt a kitten! Y’know, you both live together and that kitty will always be with you two no matter what! It’s not like she can be jealous of a kitten for being with you! It’s a kitten! A pet! It’s impossible that she gets jealous of such cute thing!

Oh man, how wrong she was. 

It all started well. She bought the things behind your back so it would be a surprise and you never knew something was going on until the day you saw a tiny white ball sleeping in your couch. 

Heh, at least the money Susie was gaining from her job in that “cursed studio” like you called it has proven to be useful. After all, that smile in your lips and your shining eyes seemed to support her decision.~

You didn’t even think Susie was being serious when she asked you your opinion of having a little pet! You thought that it was to, like, know you even better or something! You were not suspecting at all two big eyes looking at you with curiosity! 

Yes! You were happy, Susie was happy, she hoped your new little girl was happy and everything just had to be the way Susie wanted so soon enough she could prove to herself that she can be a better person!

But not everything in life is perfect and, soon enough, Susie got caught in her own web.

You tried to do your best to give equal affection to both of them and you kind did well your job. But Susie is your girlfriend, so she should be getting all the attention! SHE’S THE LITTLE AND ADORABLE ANGEL HERE GODAMMIT!

Susie knows she’s wrong, it’s a kitten. Kittens and animals, in general, need attention like anyone of us. And she’s adorable! Who wouldn’t be in love with those little paws? But it feels like you love more that ball of fur than her! She knows that is not true, even if it feels like it for our angel. Why is she getting jealous of a pet????

You notice that Susie is quite down and thinking all the time when you are around her with your little daughter. It confuses you, Susie normally isn’t like that. Is something wrong? And if it is, why hasn’t she told you? You are there for her and she knows, at least you mentioned it to her. 

One day, you kinda “trapped” her in your bed, you on one side and the white kitty on the other, and order her to tell you what’s going on. Not completely at ease about the matter, she ended up telling you everything, very nervous and afraid of what you might think of her after this. Gosh, only a psycho would be jealous of a fluffy little creature. You hate her now, don’t you?

No, you don’t. You are used with Campbell’s possessiveness so it doesn’t surprise you at all that she’s jealous of your kitten. With your help, she will overcome this negative feeling and you will be the perfect family that anyone could ask for to your little kitty cat.

One of your favorite activities is too lay down together while cuddling and playing with your daughter on top of your bed. Lazy afternoons with cats are the best!

- mod sheep

[brilhantineybag]

MASTERLIST DE TRADUZIDOS E ESCRITOS

irei colocando os temas conforme for fazendo e atualizando

TRADUZIDO:

Lista de x-men

Lista de vingadores

Lista de divergente

Lista de A barraca do beijos

Lista de Skam

Lista de ginny and georgia

Lista de bridgerton

Lista de Peaky Blinders

Lista de Shadowhunters

Lista de Crespusculo

Lista de Descendentes

Lista de Fandom Aleatorio

Lista de Batfamily

ESCRITOS PRÓPRIOS:

Lista shawn mendes

[eunoiaflow3r]

so do y'all ever wear like an oversized sweater, sweatpants, mismatched socks and feel like those "quirky," girls in fanfiction and just think, "wow. I want someone to wrap their arms around my waist, kiss my forehead, and tell me I look pretty."

and I don't mean those specific clothes ofc...but...you get the point... hopefully :/

[the-and-sign-anon]

Chapter Eight: The End

Word count: 2,676

Characters: Henry Stein, Bendy, Y/N, Norman Polk, Wally Franks, Allison Connor, Thomas Connor, Shawn Flynn, Jack Fain, Linda Stein, Sammy Lawrence, Susie Campbell/Susie Lawrence, Lacie Benton, Dot, Daniel “Buddy” Lewek, Grant Cohen

Masterlist

“Henry? Are you alright?”

“How… How?”

“I know it must be a bit of a shock. Neither of us were sure it would actually work. But it’s alright; we’re both here.”

Henry’s brain was about to explode. Everything about this place was already nuts, and now his friend had just become the cartoon character he’d created three decades ago. Why did all this have to happen to him?

“Both? Y/N is still there? She’s not gone completely?”

“She’s not gone at all, Henry. She knew what had to happen; she was the only one actually. Her soul and my character were a perfect match from the start. Something about our compatibility saved both of us, so yes; she’s still here.”

Henry sat on the hard floor of the ink machine, trying to process everything. He’d lost so many people and gone through so much, and the answer to it all was with him the whole time. Why had Y/N been the only one to figure it out? From the audio logs, Thomas and Joey both knew that Bendy needed a soul, so why hadn’t they done anything about it?

While Henry had his existential crisis, Bendy explored the ink machine. His memories were a little hazy after melding with Y/N’s soul, so he was working to make sense of the directions. As far he could tell, they had two options. One: find their way out of the ink machine and get Tom and Allison so all five of them could work out a plan together, or two: get the film reel labeled The End and figure out what Joey meant when he talked about Bendy not knowing the end. Bendy kept looking around at all the hallways and glass cases of ink while Henry’s absent ramblings faded from his mind. 

Y/N was half aware of how stupid her plan was when she had no guarantee that it could work. She easily could have died, leaving Henry to fight the Ink Demon alone. But, luckily, her reasoning was correct and she was now one with Bendy. The terrifying monster was now the little dancing demon he was created to be and Henry was safe. All she had to do now was get Henry and the others out of the cursed studio.

“Hey, Henry? Are you ready to get moving now?”

“I guess… What’s the plan now? How are we getting out?”

“Y/N has an idea. I’ll let her explain.”

“We need to go back to Bendy’s room.” Henry’s eyes widened a bit at the familiar sound of the mechanic’s voice. It was strange to hear her from the smiley little toon, but oddly comforting too. “You heard Joey; he wanted you to show Bendy the end. So, maybe, if he sees it all of this will be over. Where’s the film reel?”

Henry handed it over as the pair reached the throne again. Bendy settled in and put the reel in place. One by one, each screen went blank and switched to the last cartoon Joey Drew Studios premiered. Henry stood beside the throne, wholly focused on the animation, reliving for a moment his years at the studio spent drawing and navigating his coworkers’ shenanigans. So much time had passed, but the little devil darling and his mischievous friends were still a sweet comfort to him. He was so distracted by the animations that he didn’t notice the increasing light until it was nearly blinding and he was forced to cover his eyes again. 

When the lighting returned to normal again, Y/N shook her head to clear her mind. What happened? Bendy? Where are you? A voice that was decidedly not Bendy spoke up and interrupted her thoughts.

“Y/N? Kid, are you okay?” Norman? But… wasn’t he…?

“...Norman?...”

“It’s me, kid. What did you do to yourself? You looked pretty rough when we found you, so we tried to clean you up.”

“...we?”

“Heya, Y/N! Been a long time.”

“Wally!” Y/N shot up from her lying position, then fell backwards and held her head tightly, letting out a pained groan.

“Take it easy, N/N! We think ya took a pretty hard hit before we found ya. Stay down.”

Wally, as smiley and happy as Y/N remembered, sat on the floor beside the couch where she’d been laid. Norman stood by the arm of the couch where her head rested, looking a little concerned, but generally happy to see her awake. The three were back in the break room in the studio. The dartboard was still on the wall, there were still the creaky wooden chairs at the table, and there was even still a stray Boris plushie on the table where Shawn must have left it. But how had this happened? Hadn’t they all been taken by the ink?

Norman took notice of Y/N’s concern and confusion, so he tried to explain. 

“You’ve been out cold for about an hour now, Y/N. We were startin’ to worry you wouldn’t wake up. Now that we know you’re still kickin’, can you help us fill in some blanks?”

Allison poked her head in the doorway at the top of the stairs, smiled when she saw Y/N, then disappeared. She came hurrying down the steps a moment later with Susie, Sammy, Thomas, and Shawn right behind her. The seven smiling friends circled around her, expressing their joy at seeing her again and their relief at her apparent recovery. When the excitement died down and Y/N took a moment to breathe, she looked at each of them and asked for an explanation.

“We were hoping you could help with that, Y/N. The last thing each of us remembers is how we were lost to the ink. I don’t got a clue what happened after Joey crammed me into Boris’ body. I think Susie got me, but I can’t be sure.”

Susie blushed deeply at Wally’s words, clearly embarrassed by her actions and unwilling to discuss them further. Each of Y/N’s friends described their last memories before waking up at their respective work stations more confused than they could have imagined. Her heart broke for them and all the things she was sure she could have done to help them sooner. When they were finished, Wally insisted that she explain a few things herself; namely why she had quit at the studio. She obliged when Norman and Shawn agreed with the janitor, though she left out some of the darker details. Finally, when everyone had talked through whatever they could, Wally and Thomas each draped one of Y/N’s arms over their shoulders to help her stand and leave the break room. 

The whole group headed out to the familiar studio halls, relieved as could be at the fresh posters and lack of horrifying ink scrawls. Despite Y/N’s complaints that she could walk just fine on her own, her best friends continued to support her, insisting that she would collapse without them. When they reached the main room, Y/N stopped short, her eyes fixed on the words on the wall: Henry Stein Studios (est. 1929)

“Henry Stein Studios? But-”

“What about Joey? None of us know yet. When Bendy saw the end, everything went back; it’s 1930 right now and apparently the studio is mine.” Henry stood in the doorway to the drawing department, smiling softly. He didn’t look like the Henry that Y/N had become so familiar with, but that was because he was thirty years younger and wasn’t on the verge of a complete breakdown. “It’s good to see you up and about Y/N; relatively speaking.” There was humor in his voice as he gestured to the young men acting as crutches for her. 

Y/N let a bright, wide smile settle on her face for the first time in years. Her laugh sounded like music, filled with joy instead of thinly veiled bitterness. She nudged past her best friends, taking shaky steps to Henry before wrapping him in a rib-crushing hug and continuing to laugh for a few seconds. 

“Henry, I can’t possibly tell you how good it feels to see you.”

“I’ve got to say, you look less menacing when you’re not made of ink with glowing eyes. You do look like you went swimming in the stuff, though.”

Y/N finally took a moment to look over herself, finding that she was indeed inky and dirty. Her tool belt was relatively clean, but her overalls and boots were surely covered in stains forever. She ran a hand through her hair, finding that there was plenty of ink there too. Y/N began to laugh again in spite of herself; full force, doubled over laughing, tears in her eyes and unfiltered joy on her face. 

When she’d composed herself enough to speak, she replied, “Who cares? I can wash it out. I want to know something, which I’m hoping one of you can help with. Where is Joey, and how soon can I beat the crap out of him?”

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“We’re gathered here today to celebrate the end of a grand project that brought us all together. Even though the years have taken us in countless different directions, we’ve all managed to come back again for this special occasion. We made a good run and created everlasting memories. And now it’s time to say goodbye.” Henry Stein stood in the front entrance of the old, worn down animation studio in New York City, surrounded by his old coworkers. 

Thomas and Allison Connor stood with their beautiful daughter and always smiling son. Sammy and Susie Lawrence were behind them with their loving twin daughters. Norman Polk stood next to Lacie Benton and Dot and Daniel Lewek. Shawn Flynn, Jack Fain, and Grant Cohen stood with their families near the back. And right up front next to Linda Stein stood Y/N and Wally Franks with their brilliant sons and daughter. 

Each former employee of the studio had gone their own way, finding families and jobs that filled their lives with laughter and fun. Thomas and Y/N had started a company of their own, improving the ideas that Gent had always brushed aside. Wally had set up a handyman service, which the Franks and Connor children had worked at on weekends, while spending their weekday afternoons tinkering with inventions of their own or singing with Allison. Allison and Susie had both been hired by another studio to do voice acting, remaining close friends through the decades. Norman, Shawn, and all the others had moved on to their own jobs as well, staying in contact all the while.

Now, after thirty-odd years, Henry Stein Studios was closing. Everyone had work to do and Henry himself wanted more time with his family. His beloved characters, adored by many, lived on with each and every person who worked on them. Under his sane and caring leadership, Bendy and his friends had been a huge hit for twenty-five years or so. They slowly faded from the public eye as they were bound to eventually, but many people still remembered them fondly. If anyone asked, which no one did, none of them knew who Joey Drew was or what became of him; but if someone were to find a garbage man who complained of some fantastical life he led before a woman with unmatched rage pounded him into the ground, then that was just life as far as they were concerned. 

“I want to thank you all for supporting me and joining Bendy and his friends on an unforgettable adventure. I would like to think I speak for everyone here when I say that we’ve been through our darkest hours together and returned to the light with reason to smile all thanks to our unstoppable mechanic; Y/N Franks. The person most deserving of our praise and celebration is her.” Everyone raised their glasses and cheered in response, Wally loudest of all as the woman of the hour stood with a flushed face and a humble smile. Henry gestured for her to come speak for a moment, so she glanced at her husband to quiet him before joining her former boss at the front of the room. 

“Thank you, all of you. I can’t describe the profound impact you’ve all made on my life, and the courage you gave me to right the most horrible wrong. Thanks to all of us, we turned this place from a cage of nightmares into a haven where dreams actually came true. We loved and laughed here,” she glanced over at her dear husband, then at her best friend and his wife, “we cried and we lost here,” her eyes drifted to Norman, Susie, Sammy, and others who’d lost themselves entirely for so long, “but above all, we lived here and created life of our own that will remain forever in our memories and on the screen. You all mean the world to me, and you’ve made my life a great one.” 

Everyone raised their glasses again, taking a sip of their drinks and making sounds of agreement like before. Y/N joined her husband again while all the kids mingled and wandered through the studio one last time. This place was a part of them just as much as it was a part of their parents. The adults all caught up with each other, sharing stories and reminiscing for hours. Everyone had memories to share and old jokes to tell. 

Late in the evening, as the sun set over the New York skyline, the brave mechanic stood in the long shadows of the studio reflecting on the countless tears she’d shed for her loved ones and the seemingly endless fight for her freedom. For the longest time, she had stopped believing there was any way out. And now, decades later, she had that freedom. 

Henry joined her outside, laughter from the studio filtering out while the door was open, then fading when he closed it behind him. The streetlamps illuminated half of Y/N’s body and face, bringing Henry right back to his first memory of her. So many years had passed, but she seemed unchanged in that one moment.

“You saved us all that day, Y/N. You know that, right? That we all owe our lives to you?”

“I guess I do. But I still can’t think about it without remembering all the ways I let everyone down. There were so many times I could have put a stop to it all, but I didn’t. And now we’re all stuck with three decades worth of trauma that no one else could ever possibly understand because all that crap didn’t actually happen.”

“Y/N.” Henry fixed her with a stern look. “It happened. No matter what we’ve managed to get out of life now, that still happened. We all have skeletons in our closets, and we deal with them. We always do.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I just wish we didn’t have a whole graveyard’s worth in ours.”

Henry let out a tired laugh. 

“I’m with you there, Y/N.”

Silence fell on the street again, the stars beginning to shine faintly in the sky while one lamp flickered every so often. The warm summer air cleared Y/N’s lungs, like she was breathing for the first time. Nights like this took her right back to that first night after ending things. 

Everyone else went home, slept, ran, or walked until morning, relishing their freedom and peace. Y/N had gone upstairs to the roof and sat still for hours, just breathing and staring into the dark. Her mind was completely blank; not overrun with fear or worry. She was finally at rest; the battle was won. The war was over.

All was as it should be. All was right with the world. And for the first time in her life, Y/N wasn’t waiting for the next catastrophe. She was enjoying her peace of mind.

[mothgodofchaos]

Requests

Please pay attention to what letters are next to the egos! I will not write for them outside of the set categories. They’re also subject to change! I leave that to my own discretion. I may not be comfortable writing a full fic or drabble of a character, but short situational headcanons may be available. Just look for asterisks. 

Will Not Write Under Any Circumstance: comfort for x insecurity or x disability beyond generic chronic fatigue/pain. This isn’t me trying to say that you aren’t valid to want comfort for these things, here is just not the place to ask for that. Makes me hella uncomfy and hyper-aware of myself.

These are open for drabbles, fics, or headcanons! I will always default to gender neutral unless otherwise specified! 

These work for Ego x Reader, Multi!Ego/Poly x Reader, Ego x Ego, or just Ego.

H - Horror | A - Angst | R - Romantic | P - Platonic | * - Headcanons

Markiplier Egos:

Dark (HARP) #midnight mint*

Wilford (HARP) #colonel mustache*

Actor (HARP) #dramatic diva*

Host/Author (HARP) #spooky storyteller #smack bat*

Google (HARP) #titan tin can*

Bing (ARP) #bingo bongus*

Yancy (ARP) #strong songbird*

Illinois (HARP) #pantry dweller*

Murdoch (HAR) #stabbington*

Night (HAR) #glowstick god*

Noir (HARP) #mc monologue*

Engineer (HARP) #head himbo*

Damien (HARP) #meek mayor*

Date!Mark (AR) #date mate*

Heist!Mark (HARP) #heist hunk*

HeeHoo (HARP) #heehoo weewoo*

Eric Derekson (ARP) #starshine son*

Necromancer (HARP) #necrobastard*

Bim Trimmer (HP) #contestant cannibal*

Septic Egos:

Antisepticeye (HAR) #electric limeade*

Jackieboy Man (HARP) #comic escapee*

Marvin (HARP) #nyan magician*

JJ (HARP) #silent cinnamonroll*

Chase (HARP) #sad dad*

Schneeplestein (HARP) #schneeple steeple*

Robbie (HARP) #ghoulish giant*

Inserts:

District Attorney #shattered law*

Heist Partner #sneaky splitter*

Captain #wormhole jumper*

Will Not Write (But I Have Tags For):

Captain Magnum #colossal captain*

King of the Squirrels #nutty monarch*

Jim #news scuttler*

Stan the Water Man #water rad dad

Bomb Defuser!Mark (Doom Rogers) #explosive electrician

Unus & Annus #memento mori*

Dr. Iplier #medic moron*

Dave Torres (Edge of Sleep) #unwilling insomniac

Iron Lung!Mark #doomed detainee

FNAF Musical!Mark #animatronic annihilator

Pornipliers #homebrew horndogs

Resident Enis! Mark #horror huntsman

Silver Shepherd #sheepman cloak

Shawn Flynn (BaTIM) #fedora floorboards*

Marcus Brickley (Poppy Playtime) #toy tattler*

Blank #clean slate

Celine #ma’am medium

Celci #ice queen

Burt #reverse wrench

Gunther #guns and guns

Detective Abe #abernathy poptarts

YouTubers (OOC):

Mark #markus plier

Sean #coffee king

Ethan #soft skriddle

Wade #blame minion

Bob #bobbert my skerms

Danny #unicorn wizard

Arin #video game boy

Brian #get wecht

Gabs #giggly goobers

[sunny6677]

A Bendy and The Ink Machine x Reader

Title: The Diary of Y/N Drew.

Love interests: Henry Stein, Sammy Lawrence, Shawn Flynn, Wally Franks, Norman Polk

Summary: Through the corridors of an old studio, an old diary sits. It awaits its writer, but to whom wrote in it so?

-

Dear Diary,

September 12th, 1929

I am only writing in this because this is the only way to get my thoughts through. Any thought I would say aloud would just be thrown in the trash and stepped on as if it were a worthless slug. I had found this book laying on one of the shelf in a nearby store, it has no writing so I am only going to assume that its some diary.

I am Y/N Drew, the sibling of Mr. Joey Drew himself. My brother has started his company, along with his best pal Henry Stein and me of course. There is one man I ought to meet today though, but I haven't seen him yet. My brother tells me he's our musician for the cartoons, and so does the protectionist Norman Polk.

Henry tells me I and this Musician character might just be good friends. He tells me he is very quiet and creative, just like me. I think Henry might be right. He is always right anyway.

Oh, right, I didnt say it yet. I am the co-director of sorts of this foundation we made. Though Joey doesn't exactly let me write any ideas for the cartoons, I am forever grateful he let me be by his side through and through.

Anyway, I think it is time i go now. Joey's calling my name.

-

Dear Diary,

October 23rd, 1932

I have finally met the musician character everyone chattered about. Due to some circumstances, our meeting was delayed for a very long time. Sammy Lawrence is his name. His eyes are quite beautiful, for they are a crystal shade of blue. And his hair is very beautiful too, for it is dirty blonde.

He wears a blue shirt, and dark brown overalls. Like Henry said, he is very quiet. But he is very stern too, I could feel his cold gaze looking down upon me as we talked. He says I am very verbose, according to Joey anyway.

I think we will be good friends, I hope so anyway. But there is one woman I haven't wrote about yet. It has just come to my mind. Henry has established a new character, Alice Angel. She is being voiced by a woman named Susie Campbell.

She is a very cheerful and bright young lady, she has golden locks and a black hat with a singular white feather inside of its end. She has blue eyes as well, and red lipstick. She wears black eyeshadow as well.

I think she fancies Sammy, as shown by her attitude around him compared to around me. And that stupid red blush on her face anytime she talks to him. Why is she so head over heels for him anyway? I just dont seem to understand!

I must leave now, Sammy needs to see me. He says he must tell me something at once.

-

Dear Diary,

October 24th,

Henry has decided to leave.

I dont know what else to say. It makes me very sad of course, but- I don't even know if I want to write about it. He left me in a heartbeat, just like that. Joey doesn't seem to be very happy about it. Norman doesn't either. Nor does anyone else in this stupid studio.

If Joey just let Henry see his wife, then this wouldn't happen. I.. no, I can't go blaming him for this. I'm just angry, thats all.

It hurt to see Henry walk outside into the shimmering sunlight, and to know he was never coming back inside ever again. He didnt even say goodbye, he just smiled at me. But why? Why did he smile?! Does he know how upset I am at this?!

I.. i can't be mad at him either, he was just stressed. He was probably so stressed he forgot to say farewell too. I just.. i just hope I see him again.

...

Wait, I hear a new voice. I need to go.

[loveaffaire]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝟏𝐊 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Thank you to everyone who sent in asks and requests for my 1k sleepover, it means so much to me!! Hopefully I’ll have another sleepover at another milestone ♡

Here is the masterlist of all the fanfictions that | wrote and the moodboards | made for my 1K sleepover. The list consists of fanfics of Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes, and Tom Holland.

Some work might contain NSFW themes (slight smut/mentions of sex) and have been marked the same, minors DNI with NSFW.

—Please do not repost my work anywhere even if you give me credit, | do not want my work distributed but reblogs/feedback is always appreciated.

What’s The Date Today? (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request— Maybe a slightly angsty blurb abt pete forgetting y/n’s bday? like he just got too caught up with spider-man biz

Seasons (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request— I've been in a pretty meh mood and | was wondering if you could possibly write a Peter Parker x Reader based off the song Ophelia by the Lumineers and Wonder by Shawn Mendes. Just some cute fluff

Almost Caught— (Bucky Barnes x Reader) NSFW

Requested by anonymous - Dad's friend!Bucky + reader, bonus points if Steve is the father of the reader jensjsks

Little Baby Holland — (Tom Holland x Reader) NSFW

Request— Baby making with Tom!!!

— Part 2: Baby Theo (Tom Holland x Reader)

Request— Can you do a part two to Little Baby Holland where the reader gives birth.

The Rumours Are True (Tom Holland x Reader)

Request— A red carpet blurb with torn holland, u are both co-stars in a movie that's nominated, and you are close so you're together most of the event. paparazzi and fans take pics and videos and be of the pics/vids ppl start to speculate that u too might be dating... i just want a lot of warm, nice fluff and tom being a goof

Moodboards

1. Andy Barber x Dark Academia

2. Biker!Steve Rogers

3. Tom Holland as Flynn Rider

4. Tom Holland as the Wolf of Wall Street

5. Loki Laufeyson x Renaissance Paintings

6. Frat Boy!Peter Parker

7. Domestic!Bucky Barnes

[eventidedaydreamer]

What is everybody's strengths and weaknesses in your Bendy Au?

:) oh >:) okay

Joey Drew: 

Strengths 

he knows a lot of things, 

Intelligence

he can be very charming and can win people over easily, 

he’s the kind of person that you immediately like when you meet him, 

he knows how to leave a good impression.

If you actually get to know him he can be very bubbly and excitable.

Weaknesses 

he can’t read people, 

he’s brain smart but he isn’t emotionally smart, 

he doesn’t get it when someone shows emotions in a way he isn’t familiar with. 

He lashes out when he’s reminded of unpleasant things.

He knows how to turn everyone into ink creatures through sacrifice but he doesn’t stop to think if he should.

His coping mechanisms are not very healthy

Jealousy, clingy, its hard for him to consider that people can have more than one friend

Henry Stein:

Strengths 

He’s very tough (have you seen how much he falls?? and he’s OLD) 

Probably broke some bones when he was a kid so now he has stronger bones. 

He can handle a LOT of pain, 

he’s cool under stress and pressure, 

he’s a hard worker and a very talented artist.

He has a good memory

Weaknesses 

He has trouble expressing himself 

He’s a people pleaser and has a hard time saying no (something he’s worked on and is better about after he met his wife), 

He underreacts to things and overthinks a lot (overthinking is another thing he got better with after he met Linda)

Wally Franks:

Strengths 

One of the FRIENDLIEST people you will ever meet, 

and hes really really funny

He somehow knows everyone’s name even if he only met them once three years ago, 

It’s like he’s living life at a different speed because it seems like he spent the whole day with you but he also had time to see ten other people the same day?? 

He seems innocent and as if his perfect bubble of the world would pop if you mentioned something upsetting but the reality is he’ll listen to anything you need to get out and then give really good advice followed up with his usual humor.

He trusts that there is good in everyone and gives people second chances

Weaknesses 

He does really stupid things a lot

He’ll connect pipes wrong, resulting in later damage and messes

He’s always getting himself hurt, jumping too many stairs at once, making someone really angry and running for his life (Sammy’s the main one that’ll actually chase him down)

It’s like he has no sense of self-preservation 

(HOW IS HE NOT DEAD?!)

He is really trusting and some people take advantage of that

He opens himself up to everyone and forgives a little too easily

Sammy Lawrence:

Strengths

He knows how to stick up for himself and others

Hardworking

He is damn good at his job and won’t let you forget it

Sarcastic

Honest

Mature

He can hear the music as he’s writing it, feel it in his head when he sees sheet music

Very independent 

If he considers you a friend, he will go to extremes to get back at anyone that hurts you (Just ask Jack, he’s been friends with him the longest!)

It is unknown how many instruments Sammy can play, the band make guesses all the time and Jack is asked on a weekly basis but refuses to comment

its an ongoing discussion 

Determination, he’s the only one that will actually chase Wally til he catches him

Weaknesses

He’s angry almost constantly

The glass is half empty

Doesn’t hold back snide remarks (but if the remark is about music in some way you better listen there’s advice hidden somewhere)

Yelling, but it’s mostly just a very loud “WALLY FRANKS!” followed by running footsteps and Wally’s giddy laughter

I N S O M N I A C

constantly has bags under his eyes

A Perfectionist, Only the best can come from the office of Sammy Lawrence even if he forgets to eat while doing so

yeah thats another thing, he forgets about things like eating, sleeping, ya know, human things

He’s intimidating, the string of constant negativity doesn’t make many friends

Workaholic 

He’s become dependent on the few friends he has to break him out of his  work until its done mode and remind him to eat and sleep (Jack, Wally, Norman and Susie a little.)

because :) it would be a shame :) if one of them :)  went missing :) huh?

Susie Campbell:

Strengths

Hopeful and optimistic

Friendly

She has a really pretty face, shes really pretty in general

she gets a lot of attention because of it

shes tougher than she looks and uses it to her advantage

she is really clever

Flirty and a romantic 

an exciting storyteller, she can make a trip to the refrigerator sound interesting

Weaknesses

Possessive

she wants to hear all the gossip until its about her

is really jealous of the smallest things

she may seem like a little innocent flower but she’s the thorniest rose in the garden and you are growing a little too close to her

Alice Angel means everything to her, its the best way to distract her from anything else :)

the second best way is to mention her star-shaped birthmark/freckle

Norman Polk:

Strengths

Observant 

He’s very good at guessing things correctly

He seems to know something about everything and everyone

A really great listener

He also just has good hearing in general, easily eavesdrops 

Physically strong, he can lift anyone with ease

Wise and careful

he has some pretty sound advice in him if you ask for any

has a very good control on his temper and is calm and cool even in heated arguments or dangerous situations

a good people reader

is very understanding

Weaknesses

He’s scary, just how he likes it

People get the wrong ideas about him (He’s just sitting there! Is he watching me?)

to be fair, he might be

He doesn’t attempt to get to know people unless he sees a reason to

gets into other peoples business 

He’s always lookin’ for trouble

too curious for his own good

doesn’t talk about his feelings

Jack Fain:

Strengths

He’s so good at rhyming that he does it subconsciously on a regular basis

Creative

Empathetic

He’s not afraid to show emotion

Forgiving

Generosity

Gentle and soft

Humble

Patient

Selfless

Weaknesses

He can be really emotional a lot of the time

He spaces out a lot

he can seem like a crybaby

Doesn’t take credit for things he should

Lies about how he really feels to make other people comfortable, he doesn’t want to be a bother

puts himself down to make other people look better

Really shy

doesn’t stick up for himself

too passive

worries a lot

Johnny:

Strengths

He really loves his job

He’s a romantic at heart

very sweet and considerate

Loyal and devoted

Sees the best in people

Weaknesses

He falls in love way too easily

ignores flaws even when they’re concerning

can easily become an emotional mess

fears being rejected more than anything else (bro just love him he’s too sweet)

Shawn Flynn:

Strengths

He’ll tell someone off when they’ve done something wrong

believes in karma and justice

likes sewing while he’s talking/doing something else

really good at multitasking

Luck of the Irish

like he misses getting injured by mere inches

this makes him the perfect Go and Do Something Stupid companion with Wally

He’s really proud of his heritage and his work

Weaknesses

Shouts a lot

He can be too prideful and overconfident

isn’t into mercy or forgiveness 

can and will turn anything into a rivalry if its the last thing he does!!

the downside to being his friend is that its dangerous to hug him because he puts needles through his clothes so he can find them later

he says its built in protection

and Wally says ow

Thomas Connor:

Strengths

He’s been good with anything technical since he was little and only got better at it with age 

Honorable

Hardworking

Mature

Weaknesses

He believes in a one strike and you’re out ideal, leaving him to not trust some genuinely nice people (but he also doesn’t trust some questionable people so he sees it as justifiable)

Reserved, doesn’t attempt to get to know anyone

he can work too hard

Pessimistic

Allison Pendle:

Strengths

Boy can she give an inspirational speech

She’s very generous

Brave 

Levelheaded

She’s a lot stronger than she looks

you should hear her belt out a song

Weaknesses

prefers to fix other peoples problems rather than deal with her own

she’s really competitive 

she gets herself hurt a lot

can be a little too fierce

Grant Cohen:

Strengths

Math, he’s good at math

he was like yeah i can do numbers I’ll be an accountant! (bro im sorry u got Joey as a boss)

He’s a good singer (which seems random unless you know)

Weaknesses

A N X I E T Y

really cannot talk to anyone

his words get all jumbled up

if he had the internet he’d constantly be searching things like, how to explain to your boss that his decisions are putting the company in dept? how do you stand up to your boss?

has bad panic attacks

Bertrum Piedmont:

Strengths

He’s super confidant

Not afraid to get his hands dirty

Even though he almost always is dressed up nice

He makes sure he looks presentable

He acts like a dad to people he likes

Cultured

Very determined 

He can and will do anything out of spite and you can’t stop him because that will only give him more reason to

Weaknesses

Really prideful, gets offended over little things

is pretty arrogant as well

it’s really hard for him to change his mind after he’s made a decision 

refuses to lose, even if it’s really obvious that he has

he can be condescending 

doesn’t like or participate in humor, he’s always deadly serious

He can be over dramatic a lot

Lacie Benton:

Strengths

nothing seems to surprise her

calm and chill

a really good listener, the kind that you know can keep a secret

doesn’t take herself too seriously or anyone, (Bertrum finds her company to be one of his favorites after he figures that out)

shE WEARS WHATEVER SHE WANTS BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR OPINION SHE JUST LIKES WEARING PANTS

Weaknesses

stays quiet about important things, she ain’t no snitch, who cares if she witnessed someone stealing something

Super apathetic about life

kinda isolated (Norman says hi)

Lazy but only because she can do it really fast and well so you can wait for her

Linda Stein:

Strengths

It’s a good thing she’s so confidant else Henry would have just looked at this pretty lady and never introduced himself

shes like really good at gardening, talk about a green thumb!

Affectionate 

knows when to be gentle and when someone needs tough love

and shes good at distributing both

shes so brave

Eager and excited easily

super patient 

Understanding

Weaknesses

she can come off as too forward and a little too fast

can get a little frazzled

Forgetful (Henry helps with that)

she doesn’t want to invade anyone’s boundaries but doesn’t ask what they are so its a tug of war within her

Sorry this took so long, I wanted to really think about it and do it justice! :D

[mendespideys]

double trouble | s.m.

pairing: reader x dad!shawn mendes 

a/n: i originally posted this as a peter parker fic (x) and reposted it as a shawn mendes fic on my shawn mendes blog. now that i have combined both blogs, i decided to post it again here,,, so i promise i didn’t steal it. both are my original work 🤷🏻‍♀️

p.s. shawn can be however old you want him to be

The day had started out like any other day. Well, as normal as it can be when your husband is a successful singer and A-list celebrity by day, and a dad by night. Once you were ready for the day, you had fed Flynn and put him a plain grey onesie, knowing he’d end up spilling something on it throughout the day. You had been in the middle of maneuvering his denim joggers on when Shawn waltzed into the room. Seemingly in a very pleasant mood, he picked up the squirming toddler from the floor and put the pants on him with ease. He shot you a smile beaming with accomplishment to which you had only scoffed and rolled your eyes. Granted, you were grateful you didn’t have to deal with the little boy pushing and screaming because he didn’t want to wear pants.

You were grateful to Shawn in general, really. He was the best dad you and Flynn could have ever hoped for. Although not exactly planned, Shawn had stepped up the second you revealed you were expecting. Once the cat was out of the bag, Karen and Aaliyah had insisted on throwing a baby shower since the two of you decided to keep the gender a surprise. Despite not wanting something big, the two of you didn’t have the hearts to decline the offer. Their not-so-subtle questions were a great distraction as you dealt with the first few months of pregnancy as Shawn finished up the last shows of his tour.

While Shawn got himself ready, you had packed some snacks and a spare change of clothes for the almost three-year-old. Shawn had a show back home in Toronto tonight and had begged for Flynn to come with him to soundcheck while you ran some much-needed errands. Knowing he wanted to spend as much time with his son as possible before embarking on a small North-American tour, you had agreed immediately. He would be with his dad and dozens of other adults, so what could possibly go wrong? Eventually, the two boys were ready to go and you had kissed them goodbye, laughing at your son’s uncontrollable excitement. Locking the door behind them, you had scanned the house, trying to figure out the best place to start.

Shawn was the love of your life and you loved him to death, but he was still a kid at heart and hadn’t always been the greatest at cleaning up his mess. Flynn hadn’t even turned three yet, so you couldn’t exactly expect him to put away all his toys although the two of you had tried your best to teach him. Connecting your phone to one of the many Bluetooth speakers within the house, you had gotten to work, realizing how desperately the house needed to be cleaned.

It had been a great day; the living room was cleaner than it had been in weeks, the bathroom was clean, and you had even been able to buy some new groceries and macaroni, which appeared to be Flynn’s current favorite snack. You had been contemplating what to do next when the Snapchat story showing Brian and Flynn messing around suddenly changed into the calling screen. Seeing Shawn’s name across the screen, you had answered, which lead you to this current moment.

“You- I- You did what?” you accuse, too scared to worry about the tone of your voice.

“I lost our baby,” Shawn repeats slowly as if to mask the panic coating his words. “I lost Flynn.”

“I’ll be there in five,” you inform quickly, hanging up the phone before your husband has a chance to reply.

Luckily for you, the traffic in Toronto wasn’t unbearable and you didn’t live too far from the venue. Weaving between cars, mopeds, and pedestrians, the only thing on your mind was Flynn. Well, that and the furious speech you were going to give Shawn. A small voice in the back of your mind was trying to calm you down but to no avail. He was a small toddler and he couldn’t have gotten far, but your mind was far beyond trying to think rationally. Shawn was more than capable to find and handle your son, you knew, but the thought of Flynn running around alone among heavy - and expensive - equipment was scary. Too scary to stay home and await more news.

When Flynn was born, Shawn swore he would protect him at all costs and you believed him with every fiber in your body. You knew it wasn’t Shawn’s fault. Flynn’s small and loves to play hide and seek, and he could have easily run off expecting Shawn to look for him like he has done so many times at home. Trying to remind yourself of this, you found it increasingly more difficult to not blame your husband for the disappearance of your son. Ignoring the ache in your chest at the thought of something happening to Flynn, your body releases some of the tension as the familiar stadium comes into view. Pulling into the parking lot, you stop the car and jump out, too frantic to care about the three parking spots you’re using.

There are already fans waiting in line and you make a quick beeline for the back entryway. The security recognized you immediately (or they could possibly see the determination on your face and decided not to question it) and let you inside. Not having been to the Rogers Centre for a while, you wrack your brain, desperately trying to remember which way would lead you to Shawn. Finally remembering where to go, you rush past the fairly oblivious workers, mumbling apologies as you push past them. You fish your phone out of your pocket, getting ready to call Shawn, when you spot him sitting on the edge of the stage next to Andrew, Flynn standing in his lap. Coming to a halt momentarily, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your unharmed family. Shawn notices you as you rush toward them, his mouth agape in surprise.

“I found him,” he informs quietly as he stands, squeezing his eyes shut as Flynn steals his glasses off his face. “He’s fine.”

Brian makes his way over, making a joke that you’re unable to hear but it makes Andrew laugh. You’re too preoccupied with the task at hand to care. You showing up to one of Shawn’s rehearsals wasn’t uncommon. It was more of a rare occurrence after Flynn was born, but the two of you tried to visit as often as possible. Brian and Andrew seem to notice the shift in Shawn’s mood, but neither of them dares to move. Directing your attention back to your husband, you decide to give him a piece of your mind, unable to control your frustration any longer.

“You could have told me,” you exclaim, glancing up at your husband smiling innocently, the unknowing toddler secure on his hip. “I probably broke five traffic rules trying to get here, you asshat.”

“Ass!” Flynn exclaims, clapping his hands excitedly, bouncing up and down in Shawn’s arms.

“Flynn, no, don’t-” you try, but the toddler is already repeating the word followed by countless giggles.

“That one’s on you,” Shawn announces, pressing his lips together so his laughter won’t encourage his son further. “Flynn, we don’t say that word, okay? Bad word. Only mommy says bad words.”

You scoff at his cheesy grin, holding your arms out for your son. Shawn hands him to you and you hug him close, ignoring his little grunts of protest. Shawn looks back to Andrew and gives him a look you can’t bother to decipher, but the older man just chuckles. Pressing your nose against Flynn’s brown mop of hair, you inhale his natural scent, your heartbeat decelerating by the second. Your son was here and he was safe. You never doubted that Shawn would have done anything in his power to save Flynn if anything would have happened, but even just the thought of something harming him had been terrifying.

“You better get better at not letting your kid out of your sight, Mendes,” you state, regaining the attention of your husband. “Because in seven months you’ll have another one.”

“What?” Shawn whispers, his eyes scrambling toward your stomach for confirmation. They widen immediately as he notices the small baby bump barely hidden by your black t-shirt.

“Oo, double baby Mendes trouble,” Connor exclaims, entering your field of view. “Better start practicing those multitasking skills, dude!”

Shawn hands Flynn off to Andrew, who happily accepts the squirming toddler, before effortlessly jumping off the stage. He’s next to you in an instant, either ignoring Connor’s words or he hadn’t heard them. There’s an undeniable happiness dancing across his face as his lips stretch into a wide grin. A small giggle escapes you as his large hand finds its way to your barely-there-bump. It wasn’t how you imagined telling him, but it was good enough.

“We’re having another one?”

You nod. “Yep. Baby number two is on their way!”

Before you can fully comprehend it, his well-sculpted arms (which were part of the reason there was a baby number two) wrapped around your waist. Shawn spins you around quickly, a string of cheers and hollers escaping him. The sudden movements don’t take long to make you feel uneasy and Shawn puts you down, apparently sensing it.

“I love you,” he gushes, his hand resting against your cheek. “I love you and our little family so much.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

That just gave me a thought. It pretends to be a toy when people are nearby out of fear, but when alone it turns into a tiny searcher like you write Pitch. And one day when the reader finds it it's in searcher form. It recognizes them in desperation it writes out a cry for help on the wall with it's ink. When the reader asks it who it is it writes one word. Shawn. (( You're welcome to write this if you wish ))

I did promise that I would write this, so enjoy!

……..

At some point, you arrived at the Heavenly Toys department, taking a moment to pause and look at the massive room. 

Least to say it was a shock that the toy department was far bigger than the art department–the section that essentially made the Bendy cartoon possible. I twas more than enough proof that Joey cared more about the funds than he did anything else. The merchandise used to sell like hotcakes.

With a soft sigh you continued on, gazing at the jumbo plushies before making your way up the stairs. 

But then you paused as you heard a small gurgle coming from within the workshop. You tensed up and curled your fingers around the axe you found even tighter, before silently entering and peering into the room.

Just beyond the workdesk, conveyor belts, and shelves, you spotted a smaller desk, a tape recorded, and a small wooden bowl containing an inky creature. It looked much like the humanoid ones you’ve encounter, although this one was fairly tiny and looked harmless.

But what alarmed you more were the words written on the wall just behind it:

HELP ME

Now you genuinely believed this inky creature wasn’t out to hurt anyone. It couldn’t even crawl out of its bowl. So you decided to put your axe away and approach it. “Hey, I’ll help you, okay? You don’t have to be scared.”

Immediately it turned around to face you, its jaw stretching open as it gurgled once more. Then it began writing something else on the wall:

[Y/N]

You blinked in surprise, before you walked closer until you reached the desk, sitting down in the chair. After all the walking you’ve done, you definitely needed a break. “How do you know my name? Who are you?” You tilted your head, confused.

It seemed to be thinking for a moment, and after a few long seconds, it finally wrote one more word on the wall next to the other messages.

SHAWN

“..Shawn? Oh! You were the toymaker. What on earth happened to you?” You gently picked up the bowl, bringing him closer to you. “I met some other creatures like you, but..they were bigger and tried to hurt me. They didn’t have any humanity left. They were just..mindless beasts.”

Shawn seemed horrified by that revelation, although he started looking around the room, before he pointed to something. You glanced over and realized he was gesturing to some levers on the wall. Two of them were pulled down, but the third one was still up.

“Pull the third lever? Is that what you’re saying?”

He nodded his head, and you began walking over there. Oddly enough, he turned into the shape of Boris, but you decided to pull the lever anyway, wondering what would happen.

A few moments later, you heard a goopy noise and a gurgled roar coming from outside the toy machine room. You sprinted out, still carrying Shawn, only to stop at the top of the stairs and look on in horror at what you were witnessing:

A massive inky monster was roaming around the open space. It seemed to have a fedora hat on, which is odd because you never recalled Shawn wearing that kind of hat. You remembered it being a gray flat cap.

The large monster turned to you and began crawling towards the stairs…only to pause as you flinched and quickly showed it Shawn. He put his tiny hands out to stop the other ink creature from attacking.

Almost immediately it paused and stopped to look down at you, tilting its head, before it let out a soft gurgling noise. Then Shawn glanced at you and pointed to himself and the giant ink monster. It took you a moment to make the connection, and when you did your jaw nearly dropped.

“Oh, are you...both the same? Like you’re half of Shawn and that is the other half?”

Both of them nodded in unison.

You sighed. “Okay. Seems about right. Well...I’m sorry this happened to you, Shawn. But I don’t think I’ll be able to smuggle out a giant ink creature. Although I’m not giving up hope” With a gentle smile, you put your other hand up towards the bigger Shawn’s face, watching as he nuzzled his forehead against your palm.

Ink coated your forearm entirely, but you didn’t care.

You were just happy that even though Shawn’s mind, body, and soul were corrupted and separated by the ink..he still retained some of his humanity.

[sunsetspidey]

double trouble ⎮s.m.

pairing: reader x dad!shawn mendes 

warnings: i don’t think there are any. mentions of slightly freaking out?

a/n: i originally wrote and posted this as a peter parker fic on my main @sunsetspidey, but i changed a few things, obviously. hope you guys like it!

also, shawn can be however old you want in this. 

The day had started out like any other day. Well, as normal as it can be when your husband is a successful singer and A-list celebrity by day, and a dad by night. Once you were ready for the day, you had fed Flynn and put him a plain grey onesie, knowing he’d end up spilling something on it throughout the day. You had been in the middle of maneuvering his denim joggers on when Shawn waltzed into the room. Seemingly in a very pleasant mood, he picked up the squirming toddler from the floor and put the pants on him with ease. He shot you a smile beaming with accomplishment to which you had only scoffed and rolled your eyes. Granted, you were grateful you didn’t have to deal with the little boy pushing and screaming because he didn’t want to wear pants.

You were grateful to Shawn in general, really. He was the best dad you and Flynn could have ever hoped for. Although not exactly planned, Shawn had stepped up the second you revealed you were expecting. Once the cat was out of the bag, Karen and Aaliyah had insisted on throwing a baby shower since the two of you decided to keep the gender a surprise. Despite not wanting something big, the two of you didn’t have the hearts to decline the offer. Their not-so-subtle questions were a great distraction as you dealt with the first few months of pregnancy as Shawn finished up the last shows of his tour.

While Shawn got himself ready, you had packed some snacks and a spare change of clothes for the almost three-year-old. Shawn had a show back home in Toronto tonight and had begged for Flynn to come with him to soundcheck while you ran some much-needed errands. Knowing he wanted to spend as much time with his son as possible before embarking on a small North-American tour, you had agreed immediately. He would be with his dad and dozens of other adults, so what could possibly go wrong? Eventually, the two boys were ready to go and you had kissed them goodbye, laughing at your son’s uncontrollable excitement. Locking the door behind them, you had scanned the house, trying to figure out the best place to start.

Shawn was the love of your life and you loved him to death, but he was still a kid at heart and hadn’t always been the greatest at cleaning up his mess. Flynn hadn’t even turned three yet, so you couldn’t exactly expect him to put away all his toys although the two of you had tried your best to teach him. Connecting your phone to one of the many Bluetooth speakers within the house, you had gotten to work, realizing how desperately the house needed to be cleaned. 

It had been a great day; the living room was cleaner than it had been in weeks, the bathroom was clean, and you had even been able to buy some new groceries and macaroni, which appeared to be Flynn’s current favorite snack. You had been contemplating what to do next when the Snapchat story showing Brian and Flynn messing around suddenly changed into the calling screen. Seeing Shawn’s name across the screen, you had answered, which lead you to this current moment.

“You- I- You did what?” you accuse, too scared to worry about the tone of your voice.

“I lost our baby,” Shawn repeats slowly as if to mask the panic coating his words. “I lost Flynn.”

“I’ll be there in five,” you inform quickly, hanging up the phone before your husband has a chance to reply.

Luckily for you, the traffic in Toronto wasn’t unbearable and you didn’t live too far from the venue. Weaving between cars, mopeds, and pedestrians, the only thing on your mind was Flynn. Well, that and the furious speech you were going to give Shawn. A small voice in the back of your mind was trying to calm you down but to no avail. He was a small toddler and he couldn’t have gotten far, but your mind was far beyond trying to think rationally. Shawn was more than capable to find and handle your son, you knew, but the thought of Flynn running around alone among heavy - and expensive - equipment was scary. Too scary to stay home and await more news.

When Flynn was born, Shawn swore he would protect him at all costs and you believed him with every fiber in your body. You knew it wasn’t Shawn’s fault. Flynn’s small and loves to play hide and seek, and he could have easily run off expecting Shawn to look for him like he has done so many times at home. Trying to remind yourself of this, you found it increasingly more difficult to not blame your husband for the disappearance of your son. Ignoring the ache in your chest at the thought of something happening to Flynn, your body releases some of the tension as the familiar stadium comes into view. Pulling into the parking lot, you stop the car and jump out, too frantic to care about the three parking spots you’re using.

There are already fans waiting in line and you make a quick beeline for the back entryway. The security recognized you immediately (or they could possibly see the determination on your face and decided not to question it) and let you inside. Not having been to the Rogers Centre for a while, you wrack your brain, desperately trying to remember which way would lead you to Shawn. Finally remembering where to go, you rush past the fairly oblivious workers, mumbling apologies as you push past them. You fish your phone out of your pocket, getting ready to call Shawn, when you spot him sitting on the edge of the stage next to Andrew, Flynn standing in his lap. Coming to a halt momentarily, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your unharmed family. Shawn notices you as you rush toward them, his mouth agape in surprise.

“I found him,” he informs quietly as he stands, squeezing his eyes shut as Flynn steals his glasses off his face. “He’s fine.”

Brian makes his way over, making a joke that you’re unable to hear but it makes Andrew laugh. You’re too preoccupied with the task at hand to care. You showing up to one of Shawn’s rehearsals wasn’t uncommon. It was more of a rare occurrence after Flynn was born, but the two of you tried to visit as often as possible. Brian and Andrew seem to notice the shift in Shawn’s mood, but neither of them dares to move. Directing your attention back to your husband, you decide to give him a piece of your mind, unable to control your frustration any longer.

“You could have told me,” you exclaim, glancing up at your husband smiling innocently, the unknowing toddler secure on his hip. “I probably broke five traffic rules trying to get here, you asshat.”

“Ass!” Flynn exclaims, clapping his hands excitedly, bouncing up and down in Shawn’s arms.

“Flynn, no, don’t-” you try, but the toddler is already repeating the word followed by countless giggles.

“That one’s on you,” Shawn announces, pressing his lips together so his laughter won’t encourage his son further. “Flynn, we don’t say that word, okay? Bad word. Only mommy says bad words.”

You scoff at his cheesy grin, holding your arms out for your son. Shawn hands him to you and you hug him close, ignoring his little grunts of protest. Shawn looks back to Andrew and gives him a look you can’t bother to decipher, but the older man just chuckles. Pressing your nose against Flynn’s brown mop of hair, you inhale his natural scent, your heartbeat decelerating by the second. Your son was here and he was safe. You never doubted that Shawn would have done anything in his power to save Flynn if anything would have happened, but even just the thought of something harming him had been terrifying.

“You better get better at not letting your kid out of your sight, Mendes,” you state, regaining the attention of your husband. “Because in seven months you’ll have another one.”

“What?” Shawn whispers, his eyes scrambling toward your stomach for confirmation. They widen immediately as he notices the small baby bump barely hidden by your black t-shirt.

"Oo, double baby Mendes trouble,” Connor exclaims, entering your field of view. “Better start practicing those multitasking skills, dude!” 

Shawn hands Flynn off to Andrew, who happily accepts the squirming toddler, before effortlessly jumping off the stage. He’s next to you in an instant, either ignoring Connor’s words or he hadn’t heard them. There’s an undeniable happiness dancing across his face as his lips stretch into a wide grin. A small giggle escapes you as his large hand finds its way to your barely-there-bump. It wasn’t how you imagined telling him, but it was good enough. 

“We’re having another one?” 

You nod. “Yep. Mendes baby number two is already cooking!” 

Before you can fully comprehend it, his well-sculpted arms (which were part of the reason there was a baby number two) wrapped around your waist. Shawn spins you around quickly, a string of cheers and hollers escaping him. The sudden movements don’t take long to make you feel uneasy and Shawn puts you down, apparently sensing it. 

“I love you,” he gushes, his hand resting against your cheek. “I love you and our little family so much.”

if you made it this far, please let me know what you thought of it! anything feedback (both good and bad) is welcome and wanted ✨

[thesealishere]

Shawn Flynn X Reader: The Rose Series

Peach Roses: Appreciation, Closing the deal, Get Together, Sincerity

A low groan left the Irish toy maker as he sat up from where he’d passed out at his desk, how long had he been there? What time was it? He put his hand on his lower back, putting pressure on it as he leaned back till he felt a pop, that was better. He looked up to the clock to see that it was actually early the next morning, then he saw it out of the corner of his eye, there was a vase on his desk filled with peach colored rose… Or at least that’s what he thought they were, he could’ve been wrong. When’d that get there? It most certainly hadn’t been there before he fell asleep.

“The hell?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before spotting a card with his name on it sticking out of the arrangement, he took it out and moved to hold it closer under his lamp to read it in the dark room.

Dear Shawn,

You’ve been working yourself very hard recently and I want you to know that I appreciate the hard work that you do, and you don’t need to do so just so you can buy me something, I promise that I don’t need anything. Besides, I would take one of your plushes over some store-bought thing any day. ;3

Love,

[Y/N]

Shawn could feel his face heat up as he read the note over and over again. He knew he should have never told Chase his plan to buy a gift for [Y/N] to say thanks for helping him set up and run an online shop to sell his plushes. He should’ve known the man was easy to break, all you needed to do was offer him baked goods after all. He looked at the roses and then back to the note, rereading it once more. Well, now he needed to go thank them. With a sigh he set the note onto his desk and got up, feeling just about every one of his joints popping as he got up.

It wasn’t exactly hard to find [Y/N] that time of day, they were in the kitchen making a pot of coffee for when the others finally rolled out of their respective beds.

“Oh hey! You’re up earlier than I’d thought you’d be.” They spoke with a smile once they spotted him.

“Uh… Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from them. “I uh… Wanted to say thank ya for the flowers. Though, if I’m ta be honest I think I should be the one buying you flowers.” He sighed.

“You don’t need to buy me anything, Shawn.” They shook their head, leaning on the counter and crossing their arms.

“But ya’ve done so much for me! You helped me make that store and you’ve been helping me understand how to work the orders and ship them and… I wouldn’t have been able ta do any of this without ya. So, I thought saving up and using the money I’m making through this to buy you a gift would be the best way to say thanks.” He said, walking over to them, why did they not understand that? He thought it was pretty sound logic.

“I did all that for you, because I wanted to help. You were making them anyway, and you said you missed knowing that there were kids out there hugging your toys and playing with them. I don’t want you to work yourself to death for me. But I do appreciate the sentiment. Thus, why I got you the roses.” They explained, letting out a small laugh as he only seemed to look more frustrated.

“Yeah about that! You gettin me things only makes the situation worse! Here I am trying to thank you for helping me and you go buyin me a thing to say thank you for something I haven’t even done yet! Makin me feel like I got to do two things now!”

“But you don’t! That’s not how this works!” [Y/N] laughed as Shawn huffed.

“Oh? It’s not now is it? Then tell me, how is this supposed ta work?” He questioned, crossing his arms and looking them up and down.

“You accept the roses I gave you to show you my appreciation for your kind thought, as well as the fact that I don’t believe that you need to return the favor.” They said, placing a hand on his shoulder which was soon covered by his own.

“No.” He told them with a smile, he wasn’t about to let it end with them doing two nice things for him and him having done nothing in return! That is not how this was about to work.

“Shawn no.”

“Shawn yes. Now, if ya don’t mind, I believe I’ll take some of the coffee you’ve made and I’ll be goin back ta work so I can get you something.” He moved their hand off his shoulder and let it go so their arm would drop to their side.

“Shawn!”

“You’re not winnin this one, my friend. Just face it, you’ve done two nice things for me. Now I have ta do three.” He explained, while grabbing a mug and pouring himself some coffee.

“Wait, no. That’s not how this works.”

“It’s how it’s gonna work.” He said simply, setting the pot back and sipping from his mug before walking out of the kitchen. “See ya around, [Y/N]. Oh, and thanks for the flowers.” He made sure to say before he was out of sight.

“Yeah yeah…”

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The second to the last one! This one kind of had me giggling to be honest hehe! I also really like the idea of someone helping Shawn make an online store so he can sell his toys again, after all he’s a dang workaholic. Also, sorry about the wait, I really wasn’t sure what to do for Shawn and I wanted to save Jack for last. Anyway! As always I accept any and all feed back, thank you guys for reading!

~Seal~

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ooooh~ In that case, could I request a story where his werewolf blood finally awakens? Like, maybe something happens with the other Septics and it triggers his first change as a defense mechanism. Maybe the reader had taken him to meet one of them since he worships the wereseptics but like either they're badly hurt and acting feral because of it and the shift happens to protect him and the reader. Or maybe hunters show up and the shift happens to help him fight back.

Sorry this took forever! But I finally got it finished! ^^

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“A-Are ya sure I won’t be botherin’ ‘em?”

“Of course not, Shawn.” You reassured the worrisome artisan, gently taking his hand and guiding him through the dark forest. Some faint growls resonated in the air, although you recognized them as Anti’s, so it wasn’t unusual.

Shawn’s breath hitched slightly as he heard the sounds, but he took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He knew they wouldn’t hurt him for no reason, yet it was hard for him to shake his fear of them at times..despite being devoted to them .

After all, they were like gods to him. And they were something to both love and fear.

Eventually, you both arrived to a clearing…where the scenery looked like a bloody battlefield. Your eyes widened in shock as you looked around, before spotting Anti limping around in his werepanther form.

His ankles and tail appeared bloody, with his fur messy and shredded. Not too far from him was some kind of metal trap full of sharp iron teeth. Judging from that, it was easy to put two and two together.

“Stay here, Shawn.” You warned the artisan. “He might be feral right now. I’ll try to calm him.”

Nodding, Shawn nervously watched as you walked towards Anti. Then you clicked your tongue softly, causing him to snap his head over to you, his eyes glowing greenish-yellow in the dark.

“Hey, Anti. It’s me..” You gently put your hands up to show him you were unarmed. “You’re hurt. But it’s okay now-”

He cut you off with a sharp growl, going down on all fours. Before you could even try to run, in the blink of an eye you found yourself being pinned down by the beast.

“AH!” You put your hands out, grabbing his snout as he tried to bite your face. He just kept growing and snarling angrily, obviously not letting up. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Shawn’s terrified face. “SHAWN, RUN!”

“No! I won’t abandon you!” He shouted back, although he realized his voice was starting to deepen on the last few words. With wide eyes he put a hand to his throat, staring at you.

At that point, Anti ceased his attack and glanced up at him, lips curling into a snarl as he stood up. You coughed and got up slowly, before you turned around to see Shawn collapsing to the ground, hugging himself.

And that’s when it happened.

Suddenly, grayish-brown fur began appearing on his arms, fingernails falling off and being replaced with sharp claws. He cried out in agony as he clutched his face, feeling his nose and mouth start to protrude into a snout, becoming full of sharp canines.

Both you and Anti looked on in both awe and shock as Shawn’s clothes ripped during the final stages of his transformation.

And when it was all done..in his place stood an Irish Werewolf, black splotches covering his body. His eyes opened to reveal bright emerald-green ones, before he reared his head back to howl at the moon.

“So yer one of us now. About time.”

Glancing back, you saw Anti was in his human form again, smirking. But when Shawn growled and walked over to embrace you tightly, he took a step back, putting his hands up in defense. “Look I’m sorry, alright? To both of ya..” He muttered almost guiltily. “But..that’s all it took to awaken that lycan blood in ya, huh?”

“I guess so.” You nodded, looking up and rubbing the werewolf’s snout. He grumbled softly and nuzzled you, before he sat down in the grass, cradling you in his lap. 

With a smile you petted his fur, chuckling as he huffed. “The others will be excited to hear about this.”