#bfu shyan

[paranormalbadboyfiles]

When you realize that, 

all this time...

he was practicing. ;-;

[midnightvioletlounge]

Watcher Entertainment: Ghost Files

I have been utterly unable to speak or even think coherently since I found out about “Ghost Files” so I’ll just re-post this instead: 

[jaredthetoastyghosty-blog]

The Baker Boy; Shyan AU

Ryan Bergara, a young man in his twenties, studied the role of paper in his hands. His breath hitched anxiously as he sat down the crumpled paper and eyed the large box in the middle of the metal bench. He checked his watch, he had twenty-four hours to make a huge wedding cake and he didn't even know how to design the cake! He had specifically gotten what the couple had wanted- but icing designs weren't Ryans forte, It was Jens. "Jen.," Ryan mumbled He knew she was out doing something today and that whatever she was doing was really important to her. But he wouldn't be able to do all this by himself. he felt slightly guilty, but he was desperate. The short, elfin boy set the boxes of cake mixes two by two down in a row, fumbling with a few plastic bowls as he sat them down. It was two more minutes that he wasted, contemplating his choices and what was right and wrong, before swiftly picking the alien aesthetic covered phone up. It was gifted as a joke from his friend, Steven Lim, who at first waved it around and said 'ooOOOOO, an aLiEn!?!?' and Ryan pretended to hate it- but truth be told, he loved the funny phone cover with his soul. Taking in a deep breath and letting his fingers get to work, Ryan dialed Jens number. It took a few seconds and in those few seconds of no sign of anyone picking up, someone did. “I have fifty boxes of cake mix, We need to start making cakes ASAP where are you?” Ryan said hurriedly, chewing on his bottom lip. “I think you’ve got the wrong number but count me in anyway, It sounds like fun!” responded a gruff voice of a male. "okay, okay cool thanks." Ryan said smoothly- before jerking his head up so fast the room started spinning. "ah shit, sorry I needed my friend and.." He trails off with an embarrassed laugh- only to feel his heart flutter at the other man's laughter, "No seriously," The man said, genuine honesty heard in his voice, "I've got nothing better to do, making cakes with a stranger doesn't seem so bad."

The two exchange their names, Ryan commenting that Shane's name gave him the idea of a hippy who smokes pot and to Shane, Ryan sounded like a quote "the name someone would give to a kid who told scary ghost stories and freaked himself out instead" to which Ryan replied with a simple, "rude." He wasn't far off though.

Ryan pats the table surface anxiously to meet his new required baker assistant. He hears the small bell of the bakery ding proudly and the sound of Shane's voice echo through the small building, "Yo baker boy! Your majesty is here!" The joke brought a smile to young Ryan Bergara's face as he gave a quick, "GET IN HERE" while rolling his eyes as the sound of Shane skipping towards the doorway- although as soon as he jumped again, he hit his forehead on the frame of the doorway. "holy shit, Shane!" Ryan rushed over to the, noted taller, male with a concerned look on his face. "Holy shit Ryan, I'm seeing things," "What things?" "a hot baker kid, in front of me." Shane responded with a cheeky grin. "I'm 'per quem rudibus et porcos, but thank you, I'm known to be quite hot." Winked Ryan jokingly as he helped Shane up. "what was that?" "What was what?" "uh, Latin! Latin right?" Ryan perked up with a grin, "Yeah actually, how'd ya know?" he teased, grabbing the eggs out of the pantry and setting them down. "well, I went extreme science for a day and I learned a lot in that time." "Sure ya did." (also my friend wrote the latin- I'm not sure what its meant to say- or if its Latin but uhh, yeah.) ---------

Usually making cakes was a painful and deathly progress for Ryan, but Shane made things ten times better. The two occasionally touched each others hair- playfully putting flour in it. The two didn't mind as much though. They were having fun and that was all that mattered.

A few more hours later and Ryan was stacking the cake bases while Shane got the icing out of the fridge. "Do you know how to do designs?" "should do, I did art class for a year." Shane grins, leaning against Ryan. Ryan blushed at the feeling, Shane behind him and holding his waist with one hand as they iced the cake bases together.

----------- The dark haired male sits back with a big huff, beside him his trusty friend Shane Madej, despite being strangers for a total of three minutes to being best friends with the thirteen hours they had. A huge smile on the taller males face, "This was fun If you wanted to er, maybe you'd wanna go out one day."

Ryan blushes, glancing at the nervous smile on Shane's face before grabbing Shane's face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to the taller man's lips. "That's an offer I wouldn't pass off, Madej."

(Here you go~)

[ray-kitty]

Moodboard: Buzzfeed Unsolved. ↳ “Hey there demons, it’s me, ya boy.”

[jaredthetoastyghosty-blog]

Radio Host Shyan PT 2

Finally, have the last part of radio host down. Here ya go, this has a bit of a plottwist to it , sorry.

"Shaniac-- Darekshaniac? What type of last name is that?" Ryan rose a brow in curiosity, watching the amusement in Shane's eyes increase.

"Hm, so you ARE smart."

Ryan coughs, "excuse you buster?" he points a 'threatening' index finger at Shane with the most murderous look he could muster while trying not to find the current situation funny. Yet, Shane saw this '5'10' elfin boy to be just a feisty little kitten but he guessed he shouldn't underestimate Ryan. Who knew what this paranormal enthusiast could come up with? He could be a cultist for all Shane knew.

Ryan must've noticed Shane wasn't taking him seriously, so he grabbed Shane by the tie and pulled him down so they were inches away from each other. Of course, the sudden rough action caught Shane's attention and made the taller lose his breath slightly.

"watch what you say around me, long legs. I won't hesitate to drop kick your ass."

a pause, we fade to white (sue me, ya'll know what I'm doing. written by Shane Madej)

The year is 1998, two kids in high school spot each other from the ends of the gym room despite the intense crowd of drunk partying teenagers. Slowly, the two push their way through the crowd to each other. A boy, caramel brown hair and very tall. The other is short with glistening black hair and glasses, The taller one knew him from 'ghost club', a club that was used for meet-ups between believers and skeptics alike. The school had frequent debatable contests and the ghost club went against each other, skeptics versus believers. the two were lonely- and without hesitation, the fellow skeptic grabs the believers hand and drags him to the dance floor. a flow of giggles and wheezes escape their mouths and the two are lost in the moment. an hour later- everything is calmer,

"Ryan?"

The boy with the huge glasses turns around, smiling with his cute little braces, "Shane, wassup?"

there's silence, Shane leans down softly, their lips touch and Ryan's eyes widen in surprise.

"I love you so damn much Bergara..but I'm leaving tomorrow."

We fade back to the present,

Ryan smiles as innocently as he can as he lets go, brushing his hands on his pants mockingly. "so, Shane, It's nice to meet you. I'm Ryan..er..Ryan Goldsworth." he said, hesitating at the last bit which made Shane snicker, "good try buckaroo, whats your ACTUAL last name?"

Ryan huffed playfully, shoving Shane's arm with a laugh as he neared the mini fridge in the corner, pulling out two pepsis. "It's Bergara. Ryan Steven Bergara."

Shane laughs, "see? there--" he trails off, he feels as if a shit ton of weight dropped on his bony shoulders and a sudden wave of nausea hit him. "Bergara?"

"yeah, Bergara. heard of me?" Ryan joked, batting his eyelashes playfully but his playful demeanor faded when he saw how pale Shane currently was. "holy shit, Shane. Are you okay?" he rushed over, sitting down the Pepsi on the counter and holding Shane's face in his hands. Shane mentally relished in the cold feeling of Ryan's hands that had recently touched the freezing cans of soda.

"I may have heard of you..unless your someone else. i-i mean its n-not really important-" Shane's brows furrowed, eyes on the ground. He was acting like a total pussy- and that wasn't what he was. "t-t-today junior!" Joked Ryan with a smile, "but seriously, question me and, I guess, we'll find out."

Shane stared in disbelief, his old Ryan was so bashful and shy- but he guessed people changed. They always did no matter what promises of quote 'staying the same', no one stays the same.

discarding whatever had previously thrown itself into Shane's prison aka, his mind, he grabbed the Pepsi and took a seat on the nearby green bean bag while Ryan followed close behind, lying on the couch beside the bean bag.

"Okay, so there was this kid," Shane started, gliding his thumb slowly on the wet can as if trying to suppress whatever anxiousness was in his gut. "He had these big glasses right? They weren't nearly as big as his forehead but they were still big." Shane smiled at the memory- that and he had managed to get Ryan to laugh and it was a pure bliss to listen to. "His name was uh, Ryan, No joke. His name was Ryan Bergara and he was this short kid who was captain of the 'ghost club', he always had trouble reaching the bookshelves despite being like, sixteen."

Shane saw Ryan perk up, a sort of dazed look in the other males eyes. "con..continue.."

"are you sure, Ry? I don't mind stopping." Shane once again noted that Ryan tensed at the nickname.

We fade to white again..

"SHHAAANEEE, I can't reach the book that I need."

Young seventeen-year-old Shane Madej approaches with a teasing grin, "daw, the little guy can't reach the shelf!" "stop calling me that!"

"how about Ry then?" Shane asks, reaching his arm up and grabbing the book intitled 'Crime Thrillers' by Holly Horsely.

"I guess so, I'll only let you call me that though." Ryan pouted, taking the book out of Shane's hands, their hands touching and it's like those cliche moments in romance movies as cheesy as it sounds.

Back to the present...

"no! P-please...I just tho-"

"there's not much to really tell," cut in Shane, waving his hand dismissively. "I fell in love with him basically, everything he did, everything he was, was just so magnetic. It was the first day since the summer break, the beginning of our senior year, and like hell were we ready to kick ass that year."

Ryan chuckles a little, "and let me guess..Your dick of a dad broke it off between your mother annd, forced you to leave LA."

-FlashBack-

"your..your leaving?" Tears welled in the youngers eyes, his first romance since second grade and its ending before it even started.

Shane ran his thumb over Ryan's knuckles as they held hands, frowning. This was hard to do, to let someone you love go and watching them fall apart just as much as you did.

"I-I know we haven't even hung out much since summer break and all but, my dad broke it off with my mom. I don't..I didn't have a choice of who I stayed with."

"Your dads a dick"

Shane shared a sad laugh with Ryan as the cold air breezed by, Ryan leaning his head on Shane's shoulder. "I'm keeping your hoodie though." "fine by me, baby." Ryan felt heat flow to his checks at the nickname, pressing his lips to Shane. He wished this moment could've lasted forever but the next day came faster than Ryan wanted it to.

-End of flashback-

Shane and Ryan stare at each other, a silence between them, "So you're my Ryan?" Shane asks quietly, but the way he asked obviously sounded like he was trying to be playful. instead of getting a response, he got an armful of Ryan Bergara, Who had flown off the couch in a hurry and into Shane's arms.

The damp feeling on his shoulder indicated that Ryan was now quietly sobbing into Shane and Shane also became a little teary-eyed. "God, who knew you'd become such an asshole." the shorter joked, voice cracking. The taller companion laughed, "A lot can happen in thirteen years Ry."

Ryan pressed a desperate kiss to Shane's lips, Shane kissing back before pulling away to speak. "I should've known that was my hoodie." He motioned to the white black striped hoodie with a playful grin, "I just thought you finally had a good choice in fashion! Who knew I'd be so utterly wrong."

"I have good fashion!"

"You're still wearing denim jackets, aren'tchya?"

"Just kiss me you, idiot," Ryan whined, pouting. he grinned when Shane grabbed ahold of his waist, pulling him close. "There's no way I'll refuse that once in a lifetime offer."

Let's hope the microphones were turned off, that'd be one unusual channel to be listening to on a trip with your innocent family members.

_The End_

Holy. fucking. sHHHIT-

I gave up on this for a grand total of uh,, two seconds before throwing myself onto a pentagram and selling my soul for no more writers block- but here's a well awaited crappy finish to the Radio Host AU.

Hope ya'll enjoyed it - Jared K.

[wulfgurlz]

Hi I've been following for a while a lil silently but in light of recent events I'm confused; what is this shyan discourse I've seen you talk about? Could you explain?

well my friendly neighborhood anon, in the buzzfeed unsolved community, the two hosts of the show, shane and ryan, are shipped together by some people. real people who actually exist. shipped together as a pair. plus shane has a gf so like shyan stans wym?????????? it'd be different if they were just fictional characters but there's are REAL PEOPLE that you can actually talk to and meet in person. again, shane has a gf, im like 99.9% sure that they're both straight, and i doubt that they're comfortable with it. this is like rlly incoherent but i hope i helped a little. short version: shyan itself is disrespectful, gross, and annoying.