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shane madej

*always flirting and ryan calling him out

∘ associates (demon!shane x angel!reader) | chap. 1 | tbc?

*calming you when you’re nervous

*dating him

secretive

ryan bergara

❤ *interrupting while you’re playing among us with friends (pewdiepie, corpse husband, markiplier, ect.)

* “meeting” ricky goldsworth

the ghoul boys

*appearing on the show bc they missed you

❤ *jealous ryan, comforting shane

[kyleoreillylover]

Ryan Bergara x Fem!Reader Headcanons

Summary: What’s it like being best friends with Ryan Bergara?

A/N: In my Ryan mood and I can’t resist not writing him anymore! I barely see any Ryan x reader fanfics so I had to write one myself!

If you were not already a Boogara, he would absolutely do anything to try and convince you to become one.

Sends you videos and calls you at 3 am to share “evidence” that he had.

“Ryan, I am trying to sleep!”

“I’m sorry, I just needed to show this to you before I forgot to!”

You forward the videos to Shane and he always responds either with a “😂” emoji or just full on making fun of Ryan.

It is funny either way.

Shane is your shared best friend.

He likes to tease you and Ryan.

But he loves when you gang up on Ryan with him.

And you both tease him.

Ryan acts like he hates it but he secretly loves that both his best friends get along and are besties 🥹🥹

Shane sees you like an annoying loving sister.

Ryan is definitely the more protective out of the two of you.

You are super chill, and one thing everyone can agree on is that you are one of the sweetest people ever.

But it does lead to you letting people walking over you sometimes.

But you have Ryan!! And he does not let that happen. He doesn’t hesitate to step in and check a bitch if he sees you uncomfortable.

He hates seeing the people he cares about being hurt or treated like crap.

When you are with Ryan you both feed into each other’s recklessness. You might be calm and chill, but when you are with him, it is like all your fears go away and you can let go of responsibilities and common sense!

It also helps that you trust each other with your life, so you know the other would never lead you to getting hurt.

It does lead into both of you doing stupid shit, though that Shane makes fun of you for.

One time you convinced him to do the handcuffed for 24 hour’s challenge for a video, and you both lost the key within an hour 😭

You are also the scriptwriter for Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher, so Ryan sometimes will come to your house with the both of you and staying up late until 2 am searching for information about a case/ location and cracking stupid jokes

You once woke up to him laying on top of you, you in his arms and laptops and papers scattered across the desks, and your legs tangled together and him snoring in your ear.

You grabbed your phone, took a picture, posted it on your story maybe knowing the internet would explode, then snuggled into him and went back to sleep.

You are not on camera that much, usually you are behind it with the crew, but Ryan begs you to at least do the Postmortems/Debriefs with him and Shane.

You are hesistant at first, what is the fans don’t like you? Or they think that you are trying to get in between the ghoul boys?

Ryan assures you that they will love you.

And he is right!

They end up loving you and your dynamic with Ryan and Shane!!

Which gives you the confidence to go with them to ghost and crime sites.

Every time Ryan felt anxious and fearful, he would look at you and see you behind the camera and that makes him feel 1000 times better.

And if it got to the point that he was freaking out and panicking(like that ep where Ryan was laying on the floor and Shane was trying to comfort him) you’d get out from behind the cameras and hug and comfort him.

Because you can’t stand to see him like that

“Breathe Ryan, you’re good. You’re safe. Just breathe.”

If you were staying at a haunted hotel, if everyone was sleeping in separate rooms, he’d FaceTime you the whole night

There’s no way in hell he’d sleep through the night, and Shane would make fun of him if he called hum throughout the night

You didnt even have to talk to each other, your presence was enough for him

He’d wake you up randomly though if he thought he heard something in his room 💀

“Y/N! Y/N, Are you awake??”

You groggily woke up, moving your phone away from your ear at Ryan’s screams.

“What?? What happened?”

“…”

You let out a sigh at his silence. “It was your shadow, wasn’t it?”

“…..Maybe? But I swear I thought I saw something move!”

You rolled your eyes at the camera. “Go to sleep Ryan.” You ignored his voice as you went back to sleep.

The internet ships you guys a lot

They tend to do that with most male and female friendships online tbh

And it doesn’t help that the both of you can’t help but be naturally affectionate to one another.

Whether it’s wrapping an arm around the others shoulder, jumping on Ryan, scaring him and forcing asking him to give you piggyback rides and him throwing you onto his shoulder as revenge, the fans will eat up every moment.

You guys just find it hilarious 😭 It becomes a game between you guys to try and make the fans go insane 😭😭

You guys are honest with each other all the time and are open books with each other. If you are feeling down, he can tell just tell, no matter how hard you try. If someone is not good for Ryan, you will straight up tell him. He trusts your judgment because he knows it’s coming from a place of love and you rarely steer him in the wrong direction.

You tried to teach him to cook once and he almost burned your house down 😭 So he just randomly comes to your house to eat your food because he swears your cooking is the best.

Makes fun of your height. You're taller than him? It doesn't matter, your still getting attacked lol. You're shorter than even? Even worse for you, you can't make fun of him at all without him calling you a dwarf at least once.

He is a gymhead (He's not Biceps Bergara for nothing) and makes you go with him all the time. He claims you need to get stronger in case someone tries to attack you but you think it's cause he likes to see you suffer.

You take the ugliest pictures of him known to existence. He tries to delete them but you just keep getting more (Shane sends a lot to you but Ryan doesn't need to know that)

Acts like he hates your music taste to annoy you but secretly loves it

He drives you everywhere because you are quite literally the worst driver he has ever seen.

"Slow down, slow down, you almost hit that car!"

"It's not my fault they were in the way!"

"The light turned red and it was their turn!"

You force him to do Tiktok dances with you, and he's surprisingly not that bad at them?!! 😭

Whenever one of you needs comfort, no words are needed. You just wrap each other in your arms, the hugs and comforting presence silencing the outside world for as long as you both want.

All in all, Ryan would be a loving, playful best friend who holds you and your friendship close to his heart. He'd do anything for you to see you happy, he would make fun of you ( he is the only one allowed to do that) but would defend you in that same breath if anyone messed with you. He is truly grateful for you, and even though you guys joke and make fun of each other all the time, he makes sure you know it every single day.

[killmurderfuck]

—THE FILL IN

—Getting called up to be a stand in mic operator was something they were used to. Being a stand in that is. But working on the most popular show at Buzzfeed all about the supernatural proves for an interesting experience. In more ways than one.

—Word count: 2.7k

—Extra: tagging @beep-beep1

It would have been nice to get a heads up.

I mean, (Y/n) was used to random calls durring spotty times in the day. To come be a stand in for this that or the other was their job after all. The sole purpose of their jobs contract was to litteraly be a substitute for whatever called. They'd been on sets as things from a water boy to just a cam guy and still got paid the same.

But this was a little out of the blue. Being called up at four in the morning (read again: four in the goddamn morning) for an emergency job to some fucking—mental, obscure, supposedly haunted, insane assylum in the middle of the country? Just to film?

Still, who were they to deny working along side the most popular show at the office right now. Anyone would be lying if they didn't say that Buzzfeed Unsolved was carrying the corporation at this point. Aside from the Try Guys that is.

Personally (Y/n) saw why they, they being the fans and people who tuned in, thought that way. In fact, in one of the earlier instances of their start for working at Buzzfeed, they had been on one of the first ever filmings for that show and had met Ryan Bergara before—allowing them to see why such a large amount of people had taken a liking to him. Ryan was a kind fellow, if a bit of a wimp when it came to interacting or even thinking about interacting, with spirits—along with some other guy that would sit by his side. All they had remembered was that he had a beard and redish-brown hair. And that he had quit the show a few episodes in opting for a replacement, not finding it that much his style.

Of course, (Y/n) being (Y/n), had to try and remember all this on the drive towards the sets location. It had been a year or two since that initial interaction after all, and they tended to not do their reasearch. Classic.

Aching feet touched a gravely asphalt road as they stepped out of their car with an almost inaudible groan, still stretching the exhaustion out of their bones from this mornings quite litteral wake up call. They would have to either set their phone on silent next time, or be prepared to cuss out anyone who's not their boss on the other end. Emphasis on the not their boss part.

Still, they rubbed their eyes while walking up to a hotel in front of them. It was nothing they hadn't seen before when traveling for work. Just a small, cream colored thing that was probably on its last limb, jumping paycheck to paycheck just to tie up loose ends if they had to guess.

They had been given directions via email this morning to meet up with Ryan before any shooting had begun. The team had wanted (Y/n) to know what was going on before just diving headfirst into an episode riddled with spirits and dumbassery.

Yeah. Probably a good decision. It was too early in the morning for any dumbassery.

All the same, they found themself in front of two rooms with faux gold numbers on them, the sickly yellow paint chipping from some corners. Both presumably Ryan and another guys room, Shane, they belived, based on the message that had popped up in their inbox.

Jeez (Y/n) hoped they weren't secretly a pair of giant assholes.

A quick knock on the peeling doors gave way to one, then two, swinging open with their respective residents quickly assessing their summoner.

It took Ryan a second, standing bleary eyed and disheviled in his rooms doorway, but eventually his eyes lit up.

"Oh hey! I remember you! Corporate told me we'd be getting a stand in for Jake." A friendly smile blossomed on his face, bringing his almond shaped eyes into a squint with the effort.

(Y/n) just nodded at him with a slow grin, choosing to assume Jake was the mic guy they'd be standing in for durring filming. They took note of the way Ryan spoke with a mix of polite professionalism and genuine joy, finding it a nice change of pace from the dry orders and comments they normally received at work.

This guy on the other hand—

"Ohh so you're the jack of all trades!" Somebody else had entered the scene durring the brief exchange between Ryan and (Y/n). A very tall somebody, practically reaching the tippy top of his hotel doorframe.

From in his own private domicile, Ryan shot Shane a look of disbelief and disappointment. But (Y/n) had to resist the urge to snort out loud.

It was funny to say the least, to have this random guy that looked more like a homeless dude crossed with a stereotypical white dad, call them the Jack Of All Trades at eight in the morning with the stupidest smile they had ever seen from someone.

Goddamn he was one goofy motherfucker.

“Really, man? Everytime. I swear—” Ryan sighed, but his face lit up again when he looked back over at (Y/n).

“So! Basically I’ve heard that this place well be heading out to is pretty haunted. Have been doing a lot of research this past week about it, so I dragged my buddy Shane all the way out here to investigate with me!” He said, basically bouncing on his heels with far too much excitement for the early morning hour. The person across from him nodded, casually admiting they knew how the show worked from the snippets they had seen.

“You’ll be hanging out with us all night, er, day I guess, trying to get some sleep. So be prepared for a lot of headaches. Little miss ghost hunter got plenty of sleep on the way here so he's ready and rearing to go.” Shane sighed, motioning his head towards Ryan. Ryan pretended not to notice, opening his door up wider.

“Here, you can get your stuff set up in here!” Thanking him, they stepped in. It was a bit new to say the least, staying in another person's room less than five minutes after meeting them, but worse had happened to them. And besides, less than average budgets were often used on shows that required a lot of traveling, like this one.

Once entering the small hotel room (Y/n) realized there was a door connecting the two boy’s rooms. They also noticed a large pile of various mic stuff in the far side of the room, conveniently placed on top of what they assumed would be their bed. Suppose somebody had thought it was best to think ahead.

Whilst sitting on the ground in a kindergarden remanicent criss cross applesauce pose, their fingers would halt every now and then from untangling wires. A feeling of something pricking the back of their neck would alert then of an unsettling feeling. Almost like they were being watched.

Yet every time their neck straightened itself up to look around and search for the source, nothing was found. Ryan was just laying on the bed typing on his phone, assumedly working last minute on the script for the video.

It was unnerving to say the least.

Shane eventually came into the room through the shared door, and gave them the same carefree smile.

Something about it felt—off to say the least. But they wouldnt be able to describe why even if you asked them.

He sat next to Ryan, and they started quietly talking about the plans for the video. (Y/n) turned back to the mess of technology, finally getting everything untangled and set up; and eventually stood up to walk over to the boys.

They met Shane’s eyes, and the pair glowed a soft red. Like a cars backlights in an early morning fog.

(Y/n) inhaled sharply and paused. They itched to rub at their eyes as if cleaning them off to make sure what they had seen was correct. But by the time they had blinked, the light hue was gone as quick as it had came.

"You alright?" Their gaze flitted to Ryan, his question taking a second to penitrate their brain.

"Yeah. Yeah no I'm okay sorry."

"Alright." Ryan hesitated. "Hey, could you come proof read something for me? I need to make sure you're okay with it before shooting."

Even while (Y/n) walked over to the side of the bed, that feeling of being watched didn't go away.

They had the feeling it wouldn't for as long as they were on this trip.

"And cut!"

(Y/n) finally lifted the mic they had been so graciously lugging around for the last three hours off their shoulder, an ache flooding their arm—! sure sign of a big bruise to come tomorrow morning. Compared to how disheveled Ryan looked just then though, and how he had been looking throught the entirety of filming, they would be okay.

"Great job. Really everyone. Absolutely amazing. Now can we please get the fuck out of here?" Ryan was still pointing his flash light every which way despite the cameras being off. "I swore I saw something a couple minutes back and I'd rather not end up with my insides on the outside."

"Yeah yeah whatever you big baby." Shane teased his friend while walking towards the exit, Ryan in the lead with everyone following in the pairs footsteps.

The trip out to the assylum hadn't taken long. Apparently Buzzfeed had taken the courtesy of booking the place out for the night so that way it would be devoid of tours full of spirit obsessed family's. (Y/n) hadn't been able to decide if they felt like that was a good thing or not. One the one hand shooting was ten times easier without mics picking up screaming children in the back ground. But on the other hand as Ryan pointed out, if they died no one would find them for at least a day. Fun. But at least now all they had to do was make the treck back to the vans. Nothing more.

"So (Y/n), what'd you think of your first time on set with the infamous ghoul boys?" Shane asked only after flagging the mic operator over to his side. His eyes scowered their face with a curious look. Like he was expecting a certain response.

"Technically it was my second time filming." Ryan nervously backed up that statement with a nod, still on edge. Shane just outwardly laughed at that. "And it was okay. Honestly the prospect of ghosts and stuff doesn't scare me, but I'd rather not stick around any longer." They shrugged.

"And I wouldn't call you guys 'infamous'." They accentuated their words with air quotes and a playful smile. "I don't really see any other ghost hunters names being tossed around as much as I see you two's."

"Please don't call us that. I prefer to think of myself as someone who gets paid to deal with Ryans bullshit." Shane playfully groaned, fidgeting with his ridiculous looking camera vest. Ryan just shot a panicky glare at him out of the corner of his eye sarcastically laughing.

The rest of the walk through the winding hallways—had it been this tedious of a path on the way in? Certantly didn't seem like it—was filled with the idle conversation between (Y/n) and Shane, Ryan occasionally joining in to keep his mind off things.

"Yeah I just think tha—"

Darkness fell over everyone in one fatal swoop, words respectively dying in everyone ls throats for a moment. More suprise than anything.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" Was what broke the silence. (Y/n) heard what they guessed to be Ryan cussing rapidly while hitting the side of his flashlight in hopes of turning it back on.

"Hey come on. It's not that big of a deal. We can find the rest of our way back with the go pros." (Y/n) attempted to soothe Ryan. When they turned to look at the big black blob next to them who they hoped was Shane, all they got in response was a simple claim that the cameras had fritzed out.

"Fuck!!"

"Calm down Ryan. If we die I'll give you my inheritance what about that."

"That not how that works dumbass!"

While Shane attempted to curb his shorter friends anxious shouts and groans, (Y/n) couldn't help but notice how relaxed he seemed. Yes, they knew that Shane didn't belive in spirits. Yes, they were well aware he had carelessly asked said spirits to muder him if they weren't too pussy multiple times. But they had to admit even they were a little spooked. And his attitude made no sense. It made them think of the weird thing that they had seen in his eyes back at the hotel. Or at least what they thought they saw.

"Come on. Let's bounce."

"Please don't say that." Ryan whined. Yet he still headed for the nearest exit, a pair of barely visible double doors.

(Y/n) went to silently follow before a small wisper made them freeze.

(Y/n).

Whipping around quickly, they had to resist the urge to hold the long mic out like a jousting weapon. Even in the pitch black it was better safe than sorry.

They hardly even heard the call of their name come.

"Hey. You coming?"

They snapped out of it to look at the source of the voice, seeing Shane a few yards down holding a pair of double doors open, the moon from the sky outside lighting up his lanky figure.

His shadow was even darker than the surroundings. Stretching across the barren hallway and consuming everything. Horns and wings protruded from his ba—

Wait. Horns and wings?

(Y/n) swallowed thickly and blinked. And it was gone.

"What planning on staying the night?" Shane goaded them again when they offered no reponse. But his smile held a silent message. An amused one. Granted none of any malicious intent, just like he knew something no one else did.

They mummbled a wide eyed no back in his direction. Shuffling down and out of the building and past Shane took a lot more nerves than they cared to admit, hairs standing up on the nape of their neck for seemingly no reason.

"Pretty fucking ceepy night."

Shane just grinned.

[imaginemcyt]

would anyone be interested in me possibly branching out into other online content? i'm a fan of a lot of different youtubers who aren't mcyts or twitch streamers, and would love to write for them if that's something you guys would like!

for example: the sturniolo triplets, sam and colby, unus annus, buzzfeed unsolved/watcher, others? lemme know your thoughts and if you have ideas/requests feel free to send them in! <3

[seaofghouls]

[Unsolved 2]

heya! we're back!

episode two <3

tags: @angelicsoul16

“This week we investigate The Whaley House in San Diego, California as part of our ongoing investigation to answer the question; Are ghosts real? This house was ranked as the most haunted house in America.” Ryan explained.

“Number one??” Shane gasped.

“Number one.” Ryan confirmed.

“Woah! Top of the pops!” You said. 

“We’re going to the top dog.” Ryan nodded.

Later on in the day, the three of you arrived at said location. You liked houses like this, it always had a real historical feeling to it. Like.. victorian. It was so pretty. 

“Here we are.” Ryan sighed.

“Y’know, we could get a nice drink after this, even if we get possessed.” You suggested.

“Oh, that’s right!” Ryan laughed with glee.

“You bet your ass we’re getting some brewskis after this.” Shane grinned.

“Alright! In we go, can’t stall forever, can we?” You hopped up the stairs.

Ryan seemed unnerved as you all entered the house, but you were just looking around. No doubt this place was expensive as hell. Especially in San Diego. 

“You could feel the history coming from the walls in here.” Ryan shuddered.

“Isn’t that wonderful, though?” Shane asked.

“Not when the history fights back!” Ryan shook his head.

“So, what’s first on the agenda?” You asked.

“An EVP in Violet’s room.” Ryan said, leading the way to her room. 

As they arrived, you looked around at the decor. Looks about par for the course. 

“This is the sorrowful room. Do you feel sorrowful in here?” Shane questioned.

“No, not particularly.” You hummed. “It’s a room.”

“Here we go, we’re going to be silent and allow for you to talk to us.” Ryan addressed Violet. 

…

Silence.

Until Shane yawns.

“Well, what a shocker, nothing happened.” You shrugged. 

“Yeah, it’s just a bedroom.” Shane stretched. 

“Alright, whatever guys. Let’s go to the next room.” Ryan rolled his eyes.

The next area was the courtroom. You never did like courtrooms. Not that you’ve been arrested or anything, they just make you nervous. 

“Spirit, if you’re here and you’re angry, Ryan would like to feel a shiver up his spine.” Shane said.

Nothing happened.

“It would appear that they don’t respond to specific requests.” He hummed.

“That’s true. You kinda just have to wait for it to happen.” Ryan sighed.

“Maybe it’s a good portal?” You suggested.

Ryan laughed. “Maybe, maybe.”

“Aw man.. My flashlight went out.” Shane said.

“Are- Are you serious??” Ryan asked.

Shane tried to turn it on over and over again, but to no avail. Each time spawned a resonating click from the flashlight. 

“Well damn.” You hummed. “That sucks.”

Ryan began to look around frantically. 

“What’s wrong, dude?” You asked. 

“I just heard the chair creak next to me. Maybe it’s old wood.. Yeah, that’s it.” He tried to rationalize. 

“Old wood doesn’t creak though.” You pointed out. 

“Oh man, I feel weird. Like all dizzy and gross.” Ryan said.

“Well, I’d say we’re obviously stepping into supernatural territory.” You laughed.

“Welp! That’s enough of that.” Ryan stood up with a panicked look.

“Wait wait, make Shane do it!” You interjected.

“If you say so! But, you have to do it too.” Shane shrugged.

Shane sat down in the chair and nothing really happened. You waited but Shane just tapped his foot impatiently. 

“Welp, your turn Y/N.” Shane stood up with a stretch.

You sat down with a sigh. Your eyes scanned around the room, taking in the house to distract yourself. No creaks, but you did feel weird. Like a nauseating feeling churning in your stomach. You could feel something was off and yet, no harm could be done. 

“You alright, N/N?” Shane asked.

“Ugh, no. I feel like I’m gonna be sick. I hate it here.” You admitted.

Shane seemed to notice something from above you and narrowed his eyes slightly. You didn’t notice it, being too enveloped in your own thoughts. However, bit by bit, the sickly feeling started to diminish. You felt like you could breathe again. You quickly scrambled off of the chair upon feeling something snake around your ankle. Nothing was there, but you didn’t want to sit there anymore. 

“ALRIGHT WELL- Let’s go to the next room, shall we?” You suggested nervously. 

“Next is the parlor, one of the most active rooms in the building.” Ryan narrated.

“Great.” You said sarcastically, gritting your teeth. 

Shane patted your back. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Like I said, I’ll protect you!”

You sighed. “Sure, fine. Whatever you say.”

The three of you entered the parlor and you could already feel something off. You didn’t want to look for ghosts anymore. To be honest, you were terrified. 

The three of you had to take turns being alone in the room to talk to Yankee Jim. Five minutes, tops. You could do that, right? He’s just a funky ghost, he can’t hurt you. You knew that, but at the same time.. You were scared. You went after Shane did. No doubt he was goofing off the entire time. 

“...” You didn’t want to talk. You had to, but you really didn’t want to.

“Hey dude. I uh.. My name is Y/N. I hear you like boats..?” You mustered out. 

Silence. More silence. You could hear your own breathing, panicked and tight. If someone were to drop a pin, you would be able to hear it. You found yourself rocking back and forth, you didn’t know what else to do. 

“Time's up!” You heard.

“Oh thank the gods.” You breathed out, practically scrambling out of the parlor. 

“How was it?” Shane asked.

“Terrifying.” You sighed.

“How so?” He raised an eyebrow.

Ryan had already gone into the room for his turn. 

“Very dark.. I don’t like the darkness. Makes me feel, I dunno, just completely alone.” You explained.

You could hear Ryan screaming. That’s about par for the course. 

“That’s an understandable fear. Much more understandable than ghosts.” He laughed to himself.

“But really, just know that you’re not alone. Not as long as I’m here. Whenever you need me, I’ll always be here.” He put a hand on your shoulder.

You smiled. “Thanks, Shane.”

“Anytime, N/N.” He said.

Ryan finally stumbled out, looking panicked. Not too much of a surprise. 

“Welp- Let’s get the HELL out of here!” He said.

You nodded, following after Ryan while Shane followed after you. What he said was true. As long as he was around, you’d never be alone. He had you right in his grasp and he’d be damned if he let you slip. 

You’d always be safe as long as he was around. Even if he had to fight God or Satan himself, he’d protect you with all that he has. 

[benjamintwine]

leaving it up to you

shane madej x reader

click here for the rest of the george ezra series

x x x

under any other circumstances, i never would have liked this place. in la, either the buildings were gorgeous, or they were copycats. this was a copycat. but it was our building, and the thought of her and i was more important than complaining about the structure of this place. 

the walls were the same gray color they always had been, the bushes outside were an eyesore of what is considered modern, but all i could see was her when i looked at them.

today, i had to go to another wedding. bad day for a marriage, considering the current downpour la hadn’t seen in a very long time. i decided to take that as a sign of good luck, as (y/n) always loved the rain. she said that rain in la meant good things would happen, since it was very sparse, and i always took that as her trying to pretend it didn’t suck to get wet. 

the wedding part of the day was boring. the new bride and groom were people i don’t know that well from work, but i was happy to attend. they looked very nice, and the ceremony was beautiful, just not something i would choose to do for fun.

the reception was loud. people danced in the middle of the room, somehow already drunk, yet all i could find myself doing was looking for (y/n). i wanted any reason to be able to talk to her again.

and then, she appeared at the end of the bar, ordering a drink. she turned around and glanced across the room. when we made eye contact, her nod was slight, but i knew that it was for me. as i made my way over to her, i didn’t know what we should talk about. 

“(y/n), hey.” i smiled. (y/n) turned to me, and a smile graced me. i would not allow myself to be sucked into her love tonight. ryan had told me before i came that she may be dating someone, and getting my hopes up isn’t going to help me now.

“hey, shane.”

“didn’t think you were coming.” i nodded. 

“very late. my heel broke.”

“so... how have you been?”

“uh, pretty good.” she nodded. (y/n) took a drink from her glass. “what about you?”

“i’m alright.” 

“kinda weird, being back here, isn’t it?”

i shrugged. “not really. i love this place.” 

“oh, yeah?” she looked at me. “why’s that?”

suddenly, i was sucked back into her love and my hopes were up. it was the way she looked at me. she knew why. which is exactly what i said. 

“i feel like you’re aware.” 

she smiled, and i no longer felt like the conversation was painful. talking to (y/n) always was like this: something i didn’t need to think about. i can just talk to her, and i feel like i am home.

the night rolled on, i felt like i hadn’t had this much fun in a very long time. her laughter made me feel good again, the way i always felt when she laughed. 

“so, i fall down right in the middle of the sidewalk. my heel breaks off, which means i have to turn back around and go to the first store i can find that would have shoes for less than twenty dollars,” she tells me. 

“i mean, you found them at least.” 

“no, i bought super glue at target, and i’m just hoping now.” she showed me the line of where it had broken. 

“so, i guess that means you wouldn’t be able to dance tonight?”

her face went slightly rosy, and (y/n) took a small drink from her glass. “i can probably do that.” 

i extended my hand to her. she had almost accepted my invite, but the loud beeping of her phone distracted her. the caller id flashed on the bar, which made (y/n) roll her eyes. 

“i, uh, need to take this,” she told me, hopping down from her stool. (y/n) took her phone away, and i noticed the careful steps she took on the snapped heel. i watched the slumping of shoulders as she spoke, before becoming tense, and the blush was replaced with an angry eyebrow. no one but me seemed to see her distress, but i also felt like it wasn’t something for me to see, so i turned away.

 when she came back, i felt the tense feelings evaporate, and she smiled at me. 

“are you alright?” 

(y/n) tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “yeah. my, uh.. ex-boyfriend just called. i told him i was busy.” 

“oh?”

“yeah. so, about the dance?”

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Ryan and Shane with a short S/o

Red = Shaniac route

Blue = Boogara route

Shane

Shane loves it

A little too much

You're so small and cute, it just makes his heart explode

He still can't understand how such a tiny human can be so beautiful, funny and smart

When you have to go in your tiptoes to kiss him, he teases you about it

It always ends in Shane kissing you first, leaving you with a pout plastered on your face

You tease him back sometimes and he can't even pretend to be annoyed

When you can't reach something, he'll just stand tgere for a while, watching and laughing at you as you struggle

Sometimes, if you turn around and stick your tongue out at him, he'll just swoon

He eventually comes to help you, always asking for a kiss as a reward

He loves picking you up and twirl you around as you giggle and cling onto him

He secretly leaves his jumpers and hoodies around the house for you to wear

It still suprises him how adorable you look in them

He loves to call you nicknames like shortcake, babydoll and pumpkin

You probably hate shortcake, but he loves it so when you blush he calls you a strawberry shortcake

Shane = B I G S P O O N

Piggy backs are Shane's expertise

Expect piggy backs to and from home, around the house and even in other people's houses

Your both laughing messes when Shane puts you down on the ground, everyone else find it hilarious as well

He will often rest his head on yours while your watching a movie

This often ends with sweet kisses and cuddling until you both fall asleep

Holding your hand is often his favourite thing to do

Finishing your leftovers was another favourite thing of his

You would always check with him if he liked the food you were about to order

He always said yes, even if he hated the food, because he just wanted to see your face when a food you enjoyed was served

Concerts are super tedious, but it often ends up with you, on Shane's shoulders, having the time of your life

He finds it hilarious when you're brushing your teeth in the mornings because he can just walk in and still see himself in the mirror, you hardly take up any of it

You could literally always liven up a party

You had a massive personality and such a loud voice that if a party was boring, you could cause anyone to errupt into fits of laughter, which cheered everyone up

Shane just stands to the side and mutters "that's my girl" to himself as you're doing the worst dance he has ever seen

If anyone ever commented on your height and it upset you, you better believe Shane would go full protective mode and be ready to hurt the idiot that upset you

If you were a shaniac, you better believe that he was over the moon to have you on his side.

Constantly teasing Ryan with you on ghost hunts

"Ryan! There's a g-g-g-ghost!!" While you're pointing at a cardboard cutout of a cartoony ghost

"Woah Ryan! My jacket just moved" "Did you just admit something ghost related?!" "...No, Ryan, god, i'm wearing Shane's jean jacket, you know how annoying these things are?"

Shane just chuckles, earning a death stare from Ryan

Ryan thinks you're both absolutely insufferable, but you're his best friends and he wouldn't do anything to change that

If you were a boogara, he wouldn't like it, but he knew that you still loved him.

You were as terrified as Ryan, probably even more scared and he used this to his advantage

This dork would literally pretend to be a ghost, flicking the lights on and off from an app on his phone, making spooking noises and even dress up on white sheets

It scared you every. single. time.

You hated him for it, but when he took the sheet off and you saw his laughing face, you instantly forgave him

Ryan

Ryan loves it even more than Shane would

Most people think he's really short because of the company he has, but whenever he's with you the short jokes are aimed towards you

If it got a little too far, he would always step in before you got upset.

Would break out the passive agressive tone

Anyone, except Shane, backed off instantly

Ryan loved being a big spoon, it was his guilty pleasure

He would always wake up super late, but you were always up bright and early, making him breakfast

On the rare occasion that you would sleep in, Ryan would wake up to see you cuddled next to him, with a very messy bed head

You were like a human hot water bottle

When you woke up, your smile could turn even heaven into the good guys

Your smile was so pure and genuine it made Ryan melt

He went into trances of just staring at you lovingly

You always ended up tickling him to snap him out of it, which ended in pillow fights and chasing eachother around the house

Once he caught you, he would pick you up and give you piggy backs

He had nicknames for you like munchkin, hobbit and even the stereotypical baby or babe

He hated it when you wore heels, it made him feel as if you were insecure about your height

To him, you were perfect

If you were a shaniac, you would always have playful arguments with him

You would scoff at his evidence and he would always let you win, but not before muttering something about your height

"Look! There's clearly something moving there!!" "No there isn't, Ryan! That's car headlights!" "Shut up, shortie"

You would tease him all the time about his pointless fears

"Oh god, don't come over here Ry, there's a cute little doll" "Shut up,Y/n"

You were Shane's best ally on investigations, you not only helped him get sleep by staying up with Ryan, but you also tormented Ryan with him

Remember that one time Shane farted and terrified Ryab? Yeah, you gave Shane that idea

Remember when Shane lay on the pentagram? You did it first. Ryan's poor heart was little going crazy and he was shaking like a leaf at the thought of you being hurt

Ryan found it terrifying how you could be so small, yet so fearless and sassy

If you were a boogara, your days off would be filled with watching ghost investigations on YouTube

You were the perfect size to cuddle up to, you were like a jigsaw piece

You were, suprisingly, the only sane one on most of the investigation

"Holy god- Holy- Y/n! What was that?!-" "Ryan, i'm right here, calm down"

He leans his head ontop of yours and for some strange reason it comforts him

a/n: are y'all boogaras (believe in ghosts) or shaniacs (think they're baloney/rubbish)? I'm a shaniac lmao.

Happy Easter to those that celebrate it!!

MASTERLIST

[love-pyramus]

Yin and Yang -Three Horrifying Cases of Ghosts and Demons pt 1

WC: 383

Summary: Shane’s a demon. (Y/n)’s an angel. Ryan’s a human. When these three begin a ghost hunting show, who knows what will happen.

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A/N: Feel free to send in which episodes you want to see for this series! I’ll do both True Crime and Supernatural, so send in your favorites and I hope I’ll do them justice! Reblog and let me know what you think!

“So we’re going to see Father Thomas, a Vatican approved exorcist,” Ryan says while staring at the camera. As they walk into the church Shane gets a really bad feeling in his gut, but he knows that’s just the demon in him. (Y/n) on the other hand, she is basically glowing. Shane looks at her and knows if she was showing her wings, they’d be fluttering excitedly. As they sit down and Ryan begins asking his questions, Father Thomas kept looking at (Y/n) and Shane. “I’d like to give these two some advice alone, please.” Father Thomas says to Ryan. Ryan nods and exits the building after all the cameras had been packed up. Father Thomas looks between the two. “It is very odd to see a demon in the company of an angel.” He says at last. (Y/n) smiles sheepishly, and Shane rubs the back of his neck. “How did you know?” Shane asks at last. “Shane, Father Thomas is an exorcist. Did you really think he wouldn’t notice?” (Y/n) asks. Father Thomas nods at (Y/n)’s statement. “You have a good soul. The both of you. I don’t believe you intend to harm Ryan.” Father Thomas says. “I don’t have a soul,” Shane says, laughing slightly, and the sound is a bit mocking. “No, I suppose you don’t. But that does not mean you don’t have a heart.” Shane smiles a bit. “If these places you’re going to are as dangerous as Ryan believes, I assume you two are going to attempt to protect him.” Father Thomas says. “That’s originally how we became...friends I guess? I didn’t exactly like him when I first met him.” (Y/n) says. “I was a bit curious as to how an angel could look so relaxed in the presence of a demon.” Shane smiles at that. “Believe me Father, when she first met me, she was not as trusting or relaxed around me,” Shane says. “I’m assuming Ryan doesn’t know that you two are not human.” Father Thomas says. “You would be right to think that,” (Y/n) says. Shane nods. Father Thomas nods. “Go, keep that boy safe. If the places you three are going to have the spiritual attachment like he says, he’s going to need it.”

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