#ghost shane

[crashtestgummybear]

Happy Halloween!!!…I guess👻👻👻

[daizyredz]

You know those stories where ghosts are pretty much tangible? They can touch or be touched when they feel like it, they can move objects, they can talk to people, appear to anyone or be heard by anyone they fucking feel like? Imagine that is Shane.

In the beginning he was kind of a weak spirit because he was so new at it, but over the years he’s learned and gained strength and he’s basically able to do what he wants now. He appears to Judith when needed, he watches over Carl and Judith and Rick.

Maybe he considers it his penance for what happened at the Greene farm between him and Rick and Lori, and everything that led up to that last fateful night. But he also just loves them and he wouldn’t want to be apart from them if he could be. If ghosts exist because of unfinished business (he doesn’t know why he exists) then he will have unfinished business here until all of them are gone. And he’s going to do his best to protect them.

Carl doesn’t die. Did I mention that? I have now. That was a stupid decision and I’m erasing it.

He appeared to Judith pretty often while she was growing up, but as she gets a bit older he backs off from that a bit, as much as it hurts. She’s getting a bit old for imaginary friends and he doesn’t want people to think something’s wrong with her. He doesn’t want to make her life harder, when everyone thinks she’s too old for imaginary friends but she’s not yet quite old enough to know not to talk about it when she wants to. He still watches over her, though, and if she really did need him he would absolutely show her he’s there and do what he had to to protect her.

He’s appeared to Rick several times, too, although Rick usually decides he’s dreaming or hallucinating. Shane lets him, because it seems to be easier for Rick.

He even appeared to him a bit when Rick thought he was dying the last time, because Shane wasn’t sure he wasn’t dying. Sometimes....even Shane can’t always protect the ones he loves and Rick was in a mess and a half, but if Rick needs comfort, needs him there, has things he needs to say, get off his chest? Well, Shane wants to make sure he gets that closure. He wants to make things easy for the man that he loves.

But when he’s rescued Shane had a bad feeling. He’s glad Rick has help, but he knows this isn’t good long term. And he was right. They’re traffickers. He divides his time, because even a ghost can’t be everywhere at once. But,  he spends a lot of his time with Rick because Rick is going through hell and Shane is going to be here to do his best to help Rick, to be his comfort and his confidante and his protector.  He’s going to make sure Rick makes it, and he’s going to make sure Rick gets out of there. It might take awhile, but Shane’s not gonna let anything truly heinous happen to Rick. He’s gonna help him get out of there, alive and able-bodied, and get back to Carl and Judith.

It’s not long before the place they’re keeping Rick, the room and hall and floor, is said to be haunted by a vengeful ghost. And they aren’t wrong.

[levyfiles]

If you want a good shyan song listen to haunt me by Samsa it's funny in a macabe way and I think it fits shyan well 👌🏽👌🏽

oH Maaan this is the first Hip Hop submission since we all started talking shyan music on here and I Love it. It reads more like a haunted Ryan mood more than anything and absolutely would work so well as a fanvid for so many of their moments in the actual show together but for an AU I would absolutely go with Ghost!Shane. Before I start in on the lyrics I just want to recommend anyone who enjoys lofi hiphop and easy listening rap to listen to this song because it’s So Good (video at the end)

The vibe of this AU though is cute and painfully Real like I’m reading a slice-of-life fic of the two of them just enjoying a typical week together but all of what they do and see is imbued by some preternatural experience after ghost!Shane just slides into Ryan’s daily life through his computer with all his cynicism from being dead and soft unhelplful reactions to Ryan slowly losing it because he’s communicating with a ghost that basically haunts his internet.

This verse is so. It just made me laugh

And just the easy calm way Samsa himself delivers these lines gets me all wrought with feeling because it’s comfortable and loving between these two characters.

What is this???? I just love this whole idea kjdsnfskjdf man, I absolutely slept on this ask because this song is such a cool mood for Shyan and it reminds me of all the best feelings I get when I read a good supernatural love story. 

[sincereiyleah]

I got a fanfic request for a fic about Ryan getting scared/grieving/being attacked/etc and ghost Shane basically protecting him and Ryan seeing him and fluff with angst please? This all probably doesn't make sense but I tried :')

September 21, 2018. 

It’s officially been a year since Shane left Ryan. 

“Cheers,” Ryan whispers dully, raising a glass with one of the most expensive bottles of whiskey Ryan has ever bought. “to another year, right?” And Ryan downs the shot, Shane deserves only the best. The burning attacking his throat makes Ryan hum in comfort. Pain now seemed like the only way for Ryan to feel normal again. 

It’s been a year since Shane got into a car crash with a drunk driver who was too busy playing fuckin candy crush rather than paying attention to the damn road. The worst thing about it was the fact Ryan rested in the passenger seat right next to his friend’s soon-to-be death bed. 

Ryan poured himself another drink with shaky hands, he’s trying so hard to follow his therapist’s advice and think about the happy moments of Shane’s life except for his finals. But it wasn’t working. 

Ryan remembers the screams, not from Shane, but from him. Crying for Shane to watch out as the driver drove into their lane. He remembers telling Shane to turn to the next lane as he didn’t trust the guy ahead of him. He remembers Shane’s constant reassurance, telling Ryan he was just being paranoid as usual. 

Ryan chuckles at the last one, “How’d you like that, Madej? I was finally right about something and you were wrong.” it’s an empty praise and Ryan knows it; he wishes for the other way around but he couldn’t have that because that would just be normal. And nothing about that situation was normal. 

Ryan remembers hating Shane afterwards. Screaming to nobody but the walls in his apartment of how stupid Shane was. How incredibly wrong he had been, how if he had just listened to Ryan for just this once Shane would be alive and Ryan wouldn’t have a fractured arm. Because of course, Shane just had to be Shane, his usual smug, know-it-all, typical fucking douche. 

Ryan had once been afraid of bears but mental pain was something that put a bear attack to kiddie’s play. 

The whiskey bottle was half gone now and Ryan was crying profusely, his eyes red and puffy, body shaking and mind wrecked. He didn’t dare to look at his phone, knowing to only expect messages of fans and friends commemorating Shane;s death and how he was such an ‘inspiration’. 

“Well i just think you’re an asshole,” He sobs to himself, shaking his head as he stood up too quickly. Only to be greeted with a severe dizziness, much appreciated for the distraction. “fuckin, can’t be here anymore.” Ryan decided, pouring the rest of the whiskey into a red solo cup.

Ryan stepped out of the refinements of his house, stumbling out drunk deciding he didn’t care if his place got robbed while he was gone. His hand was glued to the cup as he walked down the streets and into the void of the night. No stars in sight and the moon was a crescent. 

“Look how they treat your death,” Ryan mumbled in disgust, “Shane deserves more than a fuckin half ass moon.” he continued, his expression hardening. 

Ryan just remembers. Remembers the guy stopping abruptly on a highway that went on an 80mph speed. Remembers the person behind them crashing into their rear. Remembers Shane, God, he remembers the god awful thud Shane’s skull made against the closed window. He remembers that Shane’s first initial reaction was to protect Ryan by throwing his right arm in front of him even though it only gained Shane a glass shard into his bicep. Ryan remembers his arm being slammed against the car door. Ryan remembers only recently being able to go around without the arm cast. 

Ryan sips on the whiskey, he’s openly crying in public but he doesn’t care. “Not so invincible now, are you Shane?” Ryan blinks, looking down at the red cup that’s almost gone of its previous liquid. “But looks like neither am I.”

What Ryan remembers the most are his eyes. Shane’s eyes in his last moments were spent watching Ryan. His eyes tells so much, it was apologetic, as if Shane knew what kind of fucking torture he would give Ryan if he were to past right now. Ryan remembers watching the light drain from Shane as he tried to say one last thing to the man next to him. 

Ryan fell to his knees and gritted his teeth, “The one time you could end up speechless you chose it to be on your dead line? Fuck you, Shane!” he cries as he holds himself. Thankful, at least he thinks he should be, for the lack of audience. 

Shane Madej died on impact. 

They say on the autopsy.

Shane Madej was an exceptional man and an inspiration to us all. 

They say at his funeral.

Shane Madej will forever be missed, but the work he left here will carry his spirit through. 

They say at work. 

“You know what I say, Shane?” Ryan inquires, pushing himself back up. “I say, ‘Shane Madej would never know how much Ryan Bergara loved him.’ so fuck off!” 

Suddenly, Ryan’s pressed against the back of a cement wall hard enough for the wind to knock out of him. The red cup falling from his fingertips and spilling the rest of its contents. Fear overtook Ryan’s hazy mind, instantly gaining some type of clarity. 

“You know,” The person who held a knife to his neck started, “you’re drunk, clearly in some sort of misery. I say I add on. Give me your wallet.” the petty thief grunts. Emphasizing his point by digging the steel tip into his neck. 

“Must be both of our unlucky days, left everything home.” Ryan states rather cockily than he would usually would had. 

“You think this is a fucking joke?” The man bellowed, re-shoving Ryan up against the wall. 

“You think I fuckin care anymore man?” Ryan’s voice cracks as he pressed the back of his head against the wall. He swallowed thickly, “I don’t. Now let me the fuck go!” he struggles now against the pin, biting his lower lip in dissatisfaction. 

“Maybe I should do you the fucking honors then.” And with that, the knife that was pressed against Ryan’s neck moved down to Ryan’s abdomen and sheath itself inside him. 

Ryan falls as the man runs right before he pulls the knife out. Ryan can’t screams, he can’t move for it hurts too much, and for once during this whole day, his brain isn’t concentrated on Shane. 

Blood began to seep from Ryan’s lips and Ryan thought this was it. That he’d die drunk in an alley way on Shane’s death day. He really does tend to steal the spotlight from Shane, doesn’t he? 

“Ryan,’ The voice is soft, hesitant, but caring. “it’s going to be okay. just breathe.” Ryan knows that voice but he’s too scared to open his eyes, especially now. 

“Was this how it feels?” Ryan questions towards the voice. 

“Unfortunately, you’ll be okay though, you have to be.” 

“Yeah, I thought the same for you.” 

Ryan finally opens his eyes, only to see Shane, he was sitting right next to Ryan too. Ryan could see the side of his head dried with blood and cuts that decorated Shane’s arm. 

“Am I going to die with a gap permanently in my abdomen?” Ryan asked softly, a wheeze escaping Ryan as it does Shane. 

“You’re not going to die.” 

“Unfortunate.” 

“Ryan!”

“What Shane? You think life is at the best for me right now? Nice ghost form by the way, you owe me 50 bucks.”   

“Ryan- fine, you were right, God you were right. They’re all real but that doesn’t mean you should become one right now.” 

Ryan looks over to Shane’s eyes, he could feel cold but hot, tired but too awake. “It’s not the best to watch your best friend die.” 

Shane’s lips pressed into a firm line, “Yeah, and it’s worse to see your lover die too.” and like that, Shane was gone and Ryan passed out. 

Ryan woke up in a hospital bed, Shane was gone, and he was silent as he read the white board. 

Ryan Bergara, stabbed. 

September 22, 2018. 

[shyanlibrary]

oooh! Aside from the one fic you posted yesterday, are there any other seer Ryan fanfics?

SADLY, not many:

The Ghost Of You Is Close To Me by skepticseptic

Summary: Character A is a spirit medium that has the ability to see and communicate with spirits – the problem with this is that Character A has started to develop a crush on Character B, one of the friendlier spirits that comes to visit Character A.

Rated: T

Commentary: This is one of my favorite fanfics and the first one I remember that had this idea. It’s really sweet and it has Ghost!Shane.

The Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To (Is When I’m Alone With You) by weirdo-ing (TheRealBlackPearl)

Summary: Shane doesn't think that this is a love story. After all, you have to be a human to love.

Rated: M

Commentary: Oh, this story... is in another level. I love it. It has a very interesting plot that includes other fantastic beings, like Demon!Shane (who is actually a prince, soooo) and Ryan is blessed by angels. He is not a seer in the present time of the fic, he used to be when he was a kid and that’s how he met Shane. It’s very interesting.

[shyanlibrary]

Do you know fluffy fanfics that include Ryan's doggos???

The’s only one that I have read:

I would like that by Crimsonflowerz

Summary: The third person who knew Ryan was trans was the ghost that haunted his apartment.

Rated: T

Commentary: To be fair, only Dori appears in this fanfic, and there’s the idea of getting Micki to keep her company. But man, this fic is the fluffiest, most sweet thing in the world and I’m in love with it. Like I mentioned before, this is one of my favorite fanfics and It’s my complete comfort fic.