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homiesexual-or-homosexual · 2 years

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I posted 1,672 times in 2022

That's 1,109 more posts than 2021!

134 posts created (8%)

1,538 posts reblogged (92%)

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I tagged 1,645 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#watcher - 499 posts

#art - 422 posts

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#ryan bergara - 322 posts

#shane madej - 273 posts

#eddie munson - 269 posts

#puppet history - 230 posts

#ghost files - 214 posts

#warrior cats - 174 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#he’s on top and holding you down and laughing between breaths cause he’s in that dm headspace and you just look pathetic below him

My Top Posts in 2022:

Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Genre: lil bit of angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: sorry guys, I use guitar terms as I play, jason is mentioned, a basketball player has the hots for you, you're forced to go to a party, you have a very minor asthma attack, a small non-descriptive mention of sexual assault, Eddie punches someone, mentions of alcohol, mentions of panic attacks, panic attack, Eddie uses petnames a lot, you sleep over at Eddie's house, plot with porn

A/N: sorry this is like really long but it is proofread :)

Word Count: 8,130

Also check out these two bonuses (one and two) that go along with this!! If you'd like of course!

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By day, you were just a ditzy little cheerleader. Following blindly underneath the upper cheerleaders and the varsity basketball players. Because of the tight clique of this particular group, you were often seen with them than not. In classrooms, during passing periods, at lunch, even walking down to the student parking lot after school.

It was a little suffocating, honestly. To be held to such a high standard by all these kids and teachers, with no possible escape. It stressed you out a bit to the point where you'd have nervous breakdowns at least twice a month, and panic attacks on the way to school in the morning.

You couldn't even talk to anyone about this, no teachers, counselors, and no other students. Heck, your group wouldn't let you talk to other kids, and they wouldn't even let other kids in school look in your direction. Especially this basketball player, Josh, who you swore had the hots for you. You, not so much.

But at least every wednesday night, the local bar in your town let you and your band play there. And that was your escape, your small group of girls from around town performing there every wednesday night.

Your band was called "Hawkins Panic," real fancy I know. You were the lead singer and their bass guitarist, though you had an electric on hand in case you really wanted to surprise people. You had another electric guitar player, one on the keyboard, and another on the drums. With them, you could really let go. Laugh with no worries, and even throw your hold body into it. And at least at the bar, you never really saw anyone you knew. Maybe a couple kids from school, but they were more interested in the liquor than you guys.

So all of this brings you to now, crowded around one of the metal tables in front of the high school. You in your cheerleader uniform, and uncomfortable. You kind of sat on the outside of the group, legs crossed as you kept pulling down your top and skirt down, backpack in your lap. Josh, as mentioned earlier, kept a firm hand on your shoulder as he sat beside you, laughing with the group.

You looked over as some of the main doors to the front of the school flung open. Hellfire in all their glory in the middle of laughter as they filed out into the open air. A couple of your group looked over, muttering in disgust. Hellfire's ring leader, Eddie Munson, looked over, looking your group up and down. Eventually he made eye contact with you.

You had English with Eddie, along with none of your varsity group. He struggled with English a bit, not really understanding the concepts. You helped him in between lessons, re-talking him through the lesson, helping him with paperwork, and working through the books that you were assigned with him. Your teacher was internally grateful for your help, as Eddie's grade in her class skyrocketed. But eventually students noticed, and you being a cheerleader, rumors started. Which led the basketball team hating Eddie even more.

"Got a problem, Munson?" Jason asked.

"Nothing much," Eddie shrugged. "Just realize I do a lot better things with my life. Doing some fancy tricks with your laundry baskets is pretty boring, huh?"

You could feel the irritation radiate off of Jason, and Josh's grip on your shoulder becoming uncomfortable.

Eddie made eye contact with you, winking. You blushed. That damned flirtatious man, pushing all the right buttons. You tucked your straightened hair behind your ear.

The varsity basketball players got up, going to advance on Eddie. And Eddie's group pushed him away, and the metal head only held his hand up to his ear, folding all fingers but his thumb and pinky and mouthed a "call me," still making eye contact with you.

Once Eddie was out of sight, mutters and complaints of disgust sounded around the group before the topic changed.

"Y/n?" One of the cheerleaders caught you attention. "Wanna come hang with us on tonight? We're holding a party over at Chloe's house."

"Sorry," You stood, glancing at the sun. "You know wednesday is a busy night for me."

"Couldn't you just skip your little sibling's thing or not study for that test, or whatever," Josh stopped you, holding onto your hand. "For me?"

"No," You took your hand from him. "I'm busy."

And you headed off towards your car, throwing your bag in your passenger seat before taking off towards home.

As mentioned before, not too many kids from your school came to the bar. But Eddie decided to change up his schedule a bit and go to the local bar that his band played at on tuesday nights. He enjoyed the band there tonight, just a group of girls. Only two things stuck out to Eddie; one, the group of girls seemed to have a heavy metal theme to their band, and two, he swore that their leader was a classmate of his. But he couldn’t tell because if it was you, you looked very different.

Your short, about shoulder length and usually straight hair, was curly and unruly. One-hundred percent different from how Eddie usually saw it. It flared up as you turned your head to look at your band members, to look up and down from the mic to your bass guitar, a Mitchell. Rock bass. The heavy bass rung out, feeling it in his chest. You wore glasses too, the black frames filling out your face. And, again if it was you up there on that stage, the little bit too big on you black shirt and the distressed jeans were much more attractive than that revealing cheerleader outfit.

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166 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

bakugo with a quiet s/o but becomes a hothead in fights

Honestly, people have no idea how you and Firecracker over there are in a relationship. You're so quiet and nice. And he's so... loud and destructive.

You get along with everyone in the class. All the girls and guys love you, Mineta a little too much.

And Bakugo only has his little group of "extras" that he can't seem to get rid of.

It's only when a minor group of villians disrupts your groups afternoon out on the town, is when people realize how you can handle Bakugo.

Everyone's nice, sweet, and oh so quiet classmate is a monster in battle. Defeating one enemy and turning around to strangle another to the ground. Your fierceness almost matches everyone's feared hothead, and you only beg for more.

And when the fight is over, everyone realizes that your quietness is only a mask. And everyone seems to have a bit more respect for you, even when you came out of the fight with barely a scratch, much like your companion.

218 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

Avatars

Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Wepwawet Avatar! reader

Genre: not necessarily fluff, it’s just you and Marc interacting for the first time

Warnings: little bit of violence and like a line of swearing, also this was written on a whim so it’s not that good

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Who is Wepwawet, you may ask. He is a god, depicted with a gray blue-ish wolf head, or jackal head. Originally he was a War Detity, or was seen as a scout to clear ways into war. But in later depictions of Wepwawet, he has gone up to the horizon and called the “Opener of the Sky”, clearing the way and guiding the dead to their afterlife.

So as you, Wepwawet’s avatar, are seen as a fierce fighter, but kind and gentle to those in need.

In times of need, people depict their savor with the head of a jackal or wolf, a flowing skirt (more of a half skirt, like a cape for your pants), and a tall staff with a slant at the top and two prongs at the bottom. They say they were kind, carrying them to safety as soon as they can. But fighting ferociously against the danger.

So, it’s when Steven finds you working in the museum with him, in the Ancient Egypt exhibit of course, due to your affiliation with a detity. He takes an interest in as, as Marc does too.

You stand up to your’s and Steven’s boss, Donna. Correcting her on his name, shooting back passive aggressive comments when she spits them out at your coworker, and taking over certain jobs when you can see that Steven is uncomfortable with Donna.

It’s not the slight crush inside of you towards Steven that makes you protect him, it’s your duty as an avatar to Wepwawet. It’s an instinct now, to protect those in need. Just like now.

“Stevie!!” Donna yelled.

Shop had closed. Patrons had long ago left. A few day security were left, and Donna had chosen you two to close up, to scan in items from today’s shipments and restock the larger of the shelves.

“Steven,” You corrected, stocking up some Anubis plushies.

You could practically feel Donna rolling her eyes in your direction as she walked by.

Steven was stocking up on Bastet statues, she’s seen in her most regal, house cat sitting form. But he turned to Donna, a fearful look in his eyes.

“I need you to go in the back and continue scanning in today’s shipment’s,” Donna ordered. “I’ll be leaving.”

And with that, your boss turned around and walked out the doors of the exhibit. And you rolled your eyes, leaning down and grabbing more Anubis plushies. You listened to Steven’s steps fade into the background and disappear behind the door to the back room.

You broke apart the box once done stacking the plushies onto their respective shelves, setting it behind the cash register. You wandered around the shop, making sure things were all stacked accordingly, fixing up Steven’s rushed stacking and putting away his empty box. You’ve also decided to grab one of your spare cleaning rags to clean up the exhibits that we’re guarded by glass.

As you clean, you notice two things, the moon is full and the large jackal statue that guarded the entrance to your exhibit was missing. Odd. Did they move it today without you notice? Or.. did something happen?

As if on queue, a noise sounded behind. Nothing more than a creak, but you couldn’t help but turn around. And before you stood an 8 foot snarling, drooling jackal.

It lunged at you and with the flick of a switch, you summoned your suit and held it back with your staff, your hands on either side and it’s jaws gaping around the metal rod.

“shit..” you muttered, drool dripping onto the floor.

With a thrust of your arms, you overpowered the jackal, and held it to the floor with a foot on its chest and the pronged end pressed up against its forehead.

“Down,” You ordered.

The jackal was still, like it was in a trance. It reminded you of a dead insect, with it on its back and it’s legs bent. It breathed still, the jackal’s eyes watching you.

“Stay,” You ordered again, cautiously lifting your foot from its chest.

It stayed.

“Go back to your post, jackal,” You told it.

The jackal scrambled up and over to the empty stone stand over by the entrance and sat exactly like the one on the other side of the door. Slowly, it turned back to stone.

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242 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

Period headcannons with Eddie

A/n: I got mine today and it sucks. It hurts so bad today

I think Eddie’s a portable space heater

You wonder how he doesn’t get hot under all those layers

So when your period kicks in and you’re hurting, you know that only the heat of Eddie and the pressure of him can help you through the waves of pain

Which is what’s happening right now, it’s right after school on a wednesday and you’ve done your best to get through the day but to no avail

You’re on your back on Eddie’s bed, shirt on but no pants as the uncomfortable pressure of the jeans only made your suffering worse

Eddie’s in full attire, jeans, leather, and vest. His excuse is that it’s cold outside

It is so you believe him

But anyways, Eddie’s upper body is on you. His head on your chest so there’s a nice pressure on your abdomen and down

You’d have fallen asleep if it weren’t for the pain, which Eddie can feel when you tense up

Eddie helps you breathe through it, his arms around the curve of your back and you can feel his fingers rub when a particularly tough wave of pain goes through your body

“You want anything? Tea? Water? Soda?” He’d ask

“Sleep” you’d answer

You groan when he gets up

Eddie does quick work of shedding his jeans and jackets, shuffling his blankets down the bed so he can turn you onto your side and mold himself into you behind you, spooning you

He knows you like this, it’s the best way to get you to sleep

And when he rubs your back

But when you’re in pain like this he knows you like to be enveloped in his heat, his hands on you

Eddie moves your hair to the side and out his way so he can press kisses to the back of your neck as he rubs your lower stomach

Soon enough you’re more than halfway to dream town, the scent of Eddie taking over your sense of smell and the feeling of his hands gently rubbing your side lulling you to sleep

He knows your asleep by the way you breathe, and the way your body completely relaxed

Eddie can only pull you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck, rubbing your side until he falls asleep himself

274 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Boys Reacting Towards Your Quirk

Paring(s): Izuku Midoryia x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Ejiro Kirishima x reader

Genre: this is more of a "meeting you for the first time", not really fluff but yeah

Warnings: little bit of violence, little bit of swearing, and bit of a lovestruck Kirishima

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Your Quirk: Hyena and Fire

With your mother having a hyena quirk and your dad having a fire quirk, you happened to be one of the very few to inherit both of your parents quirks.

With the characteristics of a hyena, including ears, teeth, claws, and tail, and the ability to emit fire from your body (like shouto), you make for a very interesting student at UA.

Though, these quirks don’t come without side effects, as in; cut lips from teeth, having to constantly cut/file down your nails, overheating, burns from emitting certain temperatures of fire, lose of your voice if breathing fire, and sometimes immobility from overworking yourself.

In fact, your hyena quirk also comes with an ability to eat, and that means big meals and many many snacks. But that also means energy to burn and it’s easier to workout.

But guess what?? These boys wouldn’t love you any less.

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Izuku Midoriya

You instantly catch his eyes at the UA entetance exam. With your unique laugh and your ability to slip out of opponents hands, he instantly starts making mental notes for his notebooks.

He’s shocked once he sees your fire as you blaze past him. His green eyes widen at the warm glory as you burn the ground behind you.

After the exam, he finds you holding ice to your face. Water dripping down your arms and your tomato colored face.

“You-You were really good out there!” Midoriya stammers.

You look up at his, eyes flitting over his form before nodding.

“Thank you. You were pretty good too, despite your broken arms,” You look between his bandaged arms.

He was like 1/8th of a mummy, though you wouldn’t tell him that. It’s rude.

“Midoriya,” The green haired boy introduces, “I hope you get into UA!! I-I’d love to see you around more!!”

“Me too, Midoriya. I hope to see you around,” Your flick your ears as a loud voice sounds over the speaker.

A few days after the entrance exam, you’re put into the hero provision course and training starts with Sensei Aizawa.

The girls of glass 1-A take a liking to you quick, with your strong, unladylike (as Mineta says) quirks.

The more you show your quirk and the more you train, the more Midoriya keeps writing his notebook. He’s drawn a little figure of you, arrows pointing to where your hyena quirk shows. He has detailed explanations all over your page.

Midoriya notices, after some weeks, training is noticeably hard for you.

The strong rays of the autumn sun wear you out fast. You overheat quickly. Training on shaky legs, blurry vision, and messy flame practice, Aizawa will let you take breaks in between training sessions.

After noticing this, Midoryia looks out for you. Going up to your guy’s intimidating teacher to tell him you need a break, and fetching you water and ice before going back to work.

Speaking of ice, at the end of the day, class 1-A often finds you laying outside in the shady, grassy part of the training area in a large pile of ice, which is quickly melting due to your heat.

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325 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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shane-madej-said-chill · 5 years

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Fuck both of you part 2

Summary: Shane tries to get Y/N to talk to him and forgive him after pulling a prank on her.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: maybe just a bit language

Shane would turn and look at Y/N in the backseat every five minutes but Y/N continued to stare out the window with her arms crossed.

"Y/N? Are you gonna talk to us?" Shane's voice brought her out of her trance and she slowly turned her head and looked at Shane in the front seat.

"No" Y/N replied, the frown never leaving her face. Shane mirrored the frown and signed.

"Y/N please we didn't know it would affect you that much. If we knew, we wouldn't have done this, you know that." Ryan told her from the drivers seat. She looked at him in the rear view mirror and shot him a look saying 'I don't give a fuck'.

With all that was going on, Y/N didn't notice the thunder until it started to pour, Shane looked out of the window and started whispering to Ryan, this spiked Y/N's curiosity but she didn't want them to think she was interested because she was supposed to be mad.

"Ryan stop the car." Shane told him while looking very mad yet the car didn't come to a stop, "Ryan I said stop the fucking car"

"No Shane you're crazy I'm not stopping the car" Ryan replied sounding equally angry, if confusion was a person it would be Y/N at the moment. Why were the two best friends fighting? What was the talk about stopping the car? So many questions ran through her mind.

"Ryan. I said, Stop.the.car." Shane looked at Ryan, his facial expressions showing extreme anger that you were sure Ryan noticed as he stopped the car.

The sound of the rain intensified as Shane opened his car door and got out of the car, "Y/N I'm gonna stand here till you forgive me and Ryan."

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, was he out of his mind? He was gonna risk getting severely sick so she would talk to him? "Don't be stupid Shane. Get back in the car" this was the first sentence she had said on the ride home, Shane knew that was progress. "Get the fuck in the car Shane you're gonna get sick. "

"No Y/N not untill you forgive us"

"Don't be ridiculous. Get in the car Shane"

"Do you forgive me?" The sound of the thunder shook the cars windows and the rain started pouring harder.

"You know what? I'm gonna go stand outside too!" Ryan got out of the car and stood outside, the thin material of his shirt absorbing the heavy rainfall. "Forgive us Y/N please."

"What the fuck is wrong with the both of you!? Fine! Fine! I forgive you! Just get in the fucking car!" Shane and Ryan almost instantly ran and sat in the car, closing the doors and high fiving each other, teeth clattering because of their wet clothes.

Although they got you to forgive them, you did have to also spend the next 3 days taking care of them because they were both sick.

The END.

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hey-there-demons-the-boys-r-here · 7 years

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Blind as a Bat | Shane Madej x Reader

A/n: This is the first fan fiction I’ve written about Shane that I’m posting here, its a short little one but I hope you enjoy it! If you guys seem to enjoy this one, I’ll probably do part 2 to this. I’m also super into prompts and requests, so if you have one. Feel free to message me.

Reader’s pov:

I let out a sigh as I close the door behind me. Los Angeles was unseasonably hot today, it made miss the changing of the seasons I had grown up with.

“Hey, how did it go?” Shane asked.

I kicked off my shoes and set my purse on the kitchen table.

“He basically said Im as blind as a bat.” I sighed.

I was hesitant about wearing glasses, I worried about how drastically it would change my appearance.

“So did you get glasses?” He asked.

“I ordered glasses but until then I have contacts.” I answered taking out the box of contacts from my bag. Shane looked at the box, reading my prescription.

“You’re prescription is strong as hell. How have you been able to do anything?” He commented.

“I don’t know, I just dealt with it.” I said taking the box. “Im going to try to put these in.”

“Do you know how to put them in?” Shane questioned.

I shook my head no, and Shane followed me to the bathroom where he stood in the doorway. I opened the box and took out its contents. I squinted to read the small print on the back.

“Do you need help?”

“I got it.” I answered.

“Fuck.” I muttered. “What am I doing wrong?” I asked.

“Try it again.”

I attempted again, with no luck. After about 20 minutes of trying to get the contacts in, I felt stupid.

“I need help.”

With some guidance, I finally got them in. It was crazy how much I was missing, everything was crazy clear.

“How do they feel?” He asked.

“I can feel them but they don’t hurt or anything.”

“How is it to finally be able to see?”

“It’s crazy, I can see everything.” I said. “Wait, you have freckles?”

“Yup, tiny ones.” Shane said, glancing in the mirror for a moment.

I couldn’t believe I never noticed them before. I cant stop staring at the freckles, most people probably wouldn’t notice them.

“They’re cute.” I gushed. “You’re cute as hell.”

Shane chuckled. “You say that like you never seen my face before.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands held my hips.

“I couldn’t see everything that made up your face.”

Shane kissed my forehead, giving me goosebumps. No matter how many forehead kisses he gives me, I always get them.

I rested my head against his chest, Shane started swaying as if we were on the dance floor at prom. He started humming one of my favorite songs.

“Wise men say only fools rush in but I cant help falling in love with you.” I sang along.

Im not sure what was worse, how awkward our dancing looked or how bad my singing was but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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frostironfudge · 4 years

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OKAY BUT IS HE DB COOPER IS THIS WHY DB COOPER WAS NEVER FOUNd?

LOKI IS DB COOPER

IVE CONNECTED THE DOTS. I HAVE.

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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hey bestie love ur writing so much ! <3

I was wondering if you could do some demon!shane being protective over ryan and reader? perhaps with some hurt/comfort thrown in there? I'd love to read it! thanks for writing amazing content, cant wait to read more! <3

I got so happy seeing this request!!! I love the prospect of Shane as a big goofball that also happens to be demonic <3

Edit: this got longer than I was expecting dbsnf

It was ready to kill again.

The spirit had grown restless, almost chaotically so, upon sensing soft foot falls entering its domain. Their bubbly auras pierced through the fog of the afterlife. Opening way to the living world that the evil entity hadn't had access to in a while. For the longest time, the only memory it had of anything beyond white mist was murdering two people while being begged to stop. A mother and father perhaps? It's mother and father?

But oh if that familiar feeling, the rush to commit such unspeakable acts. If it wasn't the most alive feeling it had ever had since—well—dying. People didn't come around often. And if they did, it was only to rest just on the outskirts of the abandoned farmhouse infamous for its double murder. So close but always out of reach. And now? To be rewarded with a hoard of brightly shining people ready for what looked like a long stay?

The spirit could hardly keep itself from phasing right through the floor.

The brightest colors of the group were three people; the radiant of them being a powerful white and purple. They had both been the ones to enter the premises first, followed by people with strange looking metal boxes the violent ghost felt an urge to avoid.

Joy and fear flowed through their pale figure upon getting anywhere near the purple one, the man it emitted from conveying these exact emotions with a nervous tirade of laughter. The ghost cared not for the physical appearance of him, only ever acknowledging them to grow envious at its own lack of one.

Fast paced words flowed from the white one that walked next to the purple man. Words it couldn't understand and certainly didn't care to.

Their color felt more relaxed; excited to be there almost. Expecting. A certain buzzy feeling had jittered the dead spirit with the other one, but those vibrations had dissapeared upon floating closer to the other. It would have frowned if it remembered how to.

Reaching a white wispy claw out, it went to puncture the aura. To make their soul bleed and leak from a place outside the living world. Just as it had once allowed its own family to.

A finger tip had barely touched the bright white light before it felt its very existence start to burn abd writhe with a passion only next to the very fires of hell itself. Like every cell in their form had contorted into the most painful position ever imaginable.

No matter how much it wanted to open its maw and let out a howl worthy of bringing even the bravest men to tears, it couldn't. All it could do was barely make out the boom of a voice resonating in its thoughts. Accompanied by the redest of red lights burning its retinas away into dust.

"Be gone."

And it listened.

"Jesus! Did you feel that (Y/n)? I just got really hot all of a sudden." A voice shrieked, the sound of something dropping before being swooped back up again.

"Nah you still look pretty ugly to me." Someone responded to them with a snicker.

"Shut the fuck up. And you know what I meant!" Ryan hissed.

His eyes were blown wide, looking around frantically while whispering at the cameraman if they got that. (Y/n) was just staring at him with an amused smile, laughing.

Both of them were sporting matching jackets with patches of a logo with a ghost on the side. A bright orange beanie covered some raven curls on Ryan's head, a seperate one tucked in between the side and arm of (Y/n).

"Don't laugh! You can't tell me you didn't feel that!"

(Y/n) simply patted their companion on the shoulder, reassuring him with a teasing smile that they knew better to try and hide. All it got them in return was a punch in the shoulder and more frantic ramblings about spirits.

"Yeah yeah—Hey Shane! Get over here and help me calm down the scaredy cat!"

Ryan trailed off into a soft moment of playground level insults with his fellow ghost hunter. The both of them were so wrapped up in each other and their pitiful jabs at each other they didn't even notice the quiet figure that had since walked over to them.

"Help me out here buddy! Tell (Y/n) that—" But Ryan paused the moment he set eyes on Shane's face. "Woah. Hey what's wrong."

(Y/n) turned to look past their shoulder at Shane, immediately understanding what Ryan meant.

Shane's lips were downturned in such a powerful scowl it made his brows scrunch up. The pair of sun glasses he had been wearing at night for some bit were now no where to be seen, the ferocity of his gaze set on a wall behind (Y/n) and Ryan's heads. He looked like that weird saying. Who pissed in your cheerios or whatever it was. Sayings aside, something clearly was not okay with the tall man.

"Nothing." He mummbled, clearly lying. "Just don't like this place. Bad vibes."

"Right. Says you, the non beliver." Ryan laughed, but there was some concern behind it. He had never seen Shane get like this before. It was new to say the least. He wasn't even this grumpy after using the spirit box.

Shane sighed. "Look. I just—I just don't think we should stay here longer than normal. I'm not feeling like it tonight." He rubbed a hand down his face. (Y/n) noted that he didn't seem tired. Quite the opposite. Just, pissed.

"I get that." They nodded quickly. "If you'd like we could go back and film the rest of this tomorrow or something and fix it in editing. We've done it before a couple times. And hey, at least now we don't have to let anyone know we're gonna be a day late filming. We own the company after all."

Shane hesitantly nodded, agreeing with the compromise. Ryan took that as a sign to start helping the camera crew lug equipment out of there. (Y/n) wasn't too far behind with a smack on the back and enough positive energy to go around.

But Shane lingered, hands clenching and un-clentching in what might've seemed an anxious move to the untrained eye. It wasn't until he couldn't hear the shuffling of his friends feet anymore that he broke the facade.

"Stay the hell away from them." He frowned deeply, dark leathery wings elongating to their full span. It appeared that he spoke to nothing but air, but the demon knew better. "Or I'll personally make sure you bastards end up in the worst circle of hell."

"Hey! Grumpy pants! You coming?" (Y/n)'s voice resonated through the hallways of the structure, reminding Shane he had somewhere else to be. His horns and red eyes quickly dismissed in favor of his typical appearance. One he quite enjoyed.

"Yeah! I'll be right there!"

With one last flip of his middle finger and a gloating smile, Shane turned to jog off in the direction of his friends, happy they wouldn't be messed with for a while.

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greseadraws · 5 years

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One Annabelle episode and a comment later

#buzzfeed unsolved #bfu #shane madej #Ryan bergara #featURING #Annabelle #!!#anddd #PADDINGTON #he's got the buff fluff and luff #greseadraws

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tinsley-goldsworth · 4 years

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glasses don’t always suck (but they still do sometimes)

summary: a study in glasses and sara and shane’s love (week 30 of my 30 weeks of writing prompts challenge: glasses)

wc: 760

read on ao3!

a/n: apparently i can’t write long fics now oops

Sara has always loved the way Shane’s glasses look on him. Of course, she fell in love with his charismatic personality, unique taste in music, and sense of humor first, but she also loves how Shane’s glasses shift upwards slightly whenever he laughs. Or how he wipes the lens’ of his glasses with the bottom of his shirt before putting his glasses back on and making an intelligent statement. Or how his glasses magnify his endearing confusion in his wide eyes.

As much as Sara loves Shane’s glasses, she hopes that her affection towards him isn’t so obvious in the workplace. After all, along with other Buzzfeed employees who are dating their co-workers, they never flaunted their relationship at work, mainly due to HR. But, she can’t help herself from adjusting Shane’s glasses when they’re standing next to Sara’s desk, simply talking.

There’s an obvious height difference between Sara and Shane, but Sara stands on her tippy-toes and adjusts Shane’s glasses, which were slightly crooked before. Shane, who was talking about J.J. Abrams, pauses when Sara reaches for his glasses and blushes at the quick gesture.

At home, Sara is free to express her affection towards Shane however she wants, so oftentimes, she allows herself to stare at Shane and admire his beautiful hazel eyes twinkling behind the lens of glasses in the mornings.

Currently, Sara’s favorite hobby is watching movies and cuddling with Shane in their couch, and then, proceeding to steal Shane’s glasses when Obi’s on his lap. Obi doesn’t recognize Shane without his glasses so once Sara steals Shane’s glasses, Obi thinks he’s sitting in a stranger’s lap and quickly jumps off Shane’s lap, usually landing next to Sara. But the moment Sara places Shane’s glasses back onto his face, Obi recognizes Shane’s face and trots back onto his lap.

Even though Sara loves Shane’s glasses, sometimes they can get in the way, such as when they kiss when they’re both wearing glasses. Like most people who wear glasses, Sara’s always aware that she’s wearing glasses in the back of her head but she isn’t consciously thinking about that fact all the time. So, when she decides to kiss Shane on the lips, she often forgets to take the fact that they’re both wearing glasses into consideration. Their glasses bump together as their lips meet, and they have to pull away to adjust their glasses, giggling at their silliness.

Similarly, Shane has always loved the way Sara’s glasses look on her.

Whenever Sara draws, sketches, paint, or doodles, her attention is always solely focused on the art she’s creating, so much so that she seems to completely immerse herself into a different world. Since her head tilts down whenever she’s creating art, Sara often has to push her glasses upwards onto the bridge of her nose because they always seem to slide down. Shane loves seeing Sara do this because he knows that it means she’s channeling her energy into doing something she really enjoys.

Shane also loves seeing Sara put on makeup. She has to take off her glasses in order to apply eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow and carefully places her glasses back on her face when she’s done. Shane always assures Sara that she looks absolutely stunning with makeup, even if she doesn’t need it to look beautiful when she frets about whether her glasses will make her makeup look weird.

Sometimes, Sara’s insecurities get to her. Shane is always there for her and allows her to cry in his arms. The way her tears stain the lens of her glasses breaks Shane’s heart every time because he rightfully believes that Sara deserves to feel nothing but joy. When Sara wipes the tear stains off her glasses, Shane has his arms around her in a warm embrace to remind her that she’s not alone.

Other than these situations, Shane loves staring at Sara and admiring her, as if she’s a painting that’s so perfect, Shane can’t believe she’s real. He absolutely adores the way Sara’s eyes light up behind her glasses whenever she talks about something she’s passionate about. He admired the way Sara’s syrup brown curls fell against the side of her glasses and how she would tuck loose curls behind her ear, right where the temples of her glasses rested.

Shane thinks that he’s unbelievably lucky to have Sara in his life and Sara can’t believe she can call Shane her boyfriend. And so, these two lovebirds will continue to fall more in love with each time their glasses bump when they kiss.

click the link in my bio to check out more bfu fics! this is last fic in my 30 weeks of writing prompts challenge :D

#sam's 30 week prompt challenge #bfu #buzzfeed unsolved #shara #shane madej #sara rubin #fluff #glasses

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ficmesideways · 5 years

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Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Hug / Shane

Imagine being Shane Madej’s girlfriend and you go ghost hunt with them for an episode, and afterwards you're so scared that Shane comforts you

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You had thought you hid it well, tucking your shaking hands in your pockets and smiling despite you teeth gritted against the shaking the adrenaline coursing through you had induced. You guess you hadn’t hid how scared you had gotten in the asylum they had been investigating as you thought though; because while the crew packed up the van Shane came over to you. He gave you a brief up down before pulling one of your hands out of your pocket and pulling you into a tight hug. You didn’t realize how tense the fear had made you until you felt the heat from his body seep into yours and causing you whole body to relax. You let out a deep sigh and hugged him back probably tighter than necessary but not wanting him to pull away just yet. “You ok?” he said kissing your hair and pulling back just enough to look at your face.

“I am now,” you said moving your hands from around his body to run along the puffy vest he wore, “but I think next time I’ll just wait at the hotel.”

He shrugged in a way that let you know he was fine with whatever you wanted to do before giving you a quick kiss warming you still cold lips. You hummed contently and leaned into him a little further. “Dinner?” He asked pulling back from the kiss.

You smiled and slid you hands down him further to toy innocently at his belt as you stepped away. “How about room service.” You said huskily before turning to head back to the van.

#shane madej imagine #buzzfeed unsolved imagine #buzzfeed imagine #My Imagines #gifs not mine #Female reader #comfort #fear #fluff #kissing

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sharpeneddiego · 6 years

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Hey! I loved the fic where the reader goes with the boys to tombstone. I wanted to request a ryan x y/n fic. We all know he works super hard for bfu. Maybe hes up late one night editing and the reader tries to get him into bed ( with lots of fluff, cuddling, and maybe some seduction to convince him to go to bed 😉😂) thanks. Have fun!

Sorry the requests are coming out so slow y’all, I’ve been having a pretty bad case of writer’s block but I promise I’m working on them! I hope you enjoy this fic Anon!

Ryan sighed, running his hands over his tired face, through his dark locks of hair. He glanced at the clock as he yawned, eyes widening slightly as he saw how late it was. He was currently working on the most recent most recent episode of Unsolved they had filmed, and he’d been editing for about 3 hours now. He wanted everything to be perfect. Picking up his headphones again he slipped them on, leaving on side off in case (Y/N) needed him for something, even though he doubted they would. The wind outside blew against the windows, a soft whistle echoing throughout the house, rain fell softly outside, pattering against them as the storm outside went on. It usually didn’t rain in Cali, so the calming sound of the storm was welcomed on this calm late night.

Yawning, (Y/N) stretched, eyes fluttering open as they sat up. They glanced at the clock, frowning as they realized that Ryan wasn’t in bed yet. Stretching once again they got up, stepping down off their bed, humming contently as their feet hit the soft carpet. They stepped out into the hallway, shivering slightly at the transition from carpet to hardwood flooring. Their hand found the wall, guiding themselves as they walked through the halls. Noticing a soft light coming from the office they sighed, yawning softly as they padded their way into the small room.

Ryan didn’t notice as (Y/N) walked into the room, too absorbed in his work to take in all of his surroundings. Biting their lip, (Y/N) smiled, taking in the appearance of their boyfriend before they went to coax him into bed. He wore a black sleeveless shirt and grey sweatpants, his strong tan arms looked even better in the soft glow of his desk lamp. Ryan jumped, his headphones falling around his neck as he turned towards his partner. “Oh..hey babe.” He looked back at the clock, confusion falling over his face. “What are you doing up? Thought you went to bed.” He mumbled sleepily, wrapping his arms around their waist, resting his head on their lower stomach as they were standing and he was sat in his office chair.

“I could as you the same question, love.” They replied softly, their voice quiet against the sounds of the night. Running their fingers through his soft, curly dark hair. They loved when he didn’t do anything with his hair, it looked so soft and cute all curled. “You should’ve come to bed hours ago..it’s late.” Ryan nodded, sighing as he pulled away. He rested his large, strong hands on their hips, looking up at them. “I know..I’m sorry babes, I’m just trying to get this done.” A clap of thunder sounded outside, making the pair jump, their hold on each other tightening softly. Ryan chuckled softly, his voice deep, slightly raspy from not talking for so long. It was his ‘sleepy voice’ as (Y/N) called it. “Come on love..come to bed.”

(Y/N) placed their hand over his, intertwining their fingers together softly. Ryan nodded, turning around in his chair so he could save his work. He closed the programs and shut off his computer, stretching with a groan, standing up from his chair. “Ohh everything hurts.” (Y/N) giggled softly, wrapping their arms around him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “That’s what happens when you sit in that chair for hours on end love.” Ryan rolled his eyes and smirked, kissing them deeply. He hooked his arm under their legs, holding onto them as he picked them up bridal style. “Yeah yeah, I get it. I’ll try to stop staying up so late working babe.”

(Y/N) smiled, yawning as Ryan began carrying them to their bedroom. “Good.” Setting them down on their bed, he kissed the top of their head, slipping his sweatpants off and throwing them in the laundry basket in the corner. He flopped down on the bed, sighing in content feeling the soft mattress under his sore back. Smirking, Ryan looked down, feeling a nudge on his arm. “Alright, come here you.” He whispered, wrapping a strong, muscled arm around their shoulders, pulling them close against his chest running his fingers through their hair. They laid there in silence, listening to the sound of the rain, the odd couple of cars driving past every-so-often.

“I love you Ry..” (Y/N) mumbled, their voice soft and sleepy against Ryan’s chest. He smiled, kissing their forehead gently. “I love you too baby.” There was a pause, the sounds of the night filling the silence as they laid together, limbs tangled, the covers laid gently over them. “Thank you for always being here…making sure I take care of myself.” (Y/N) looked up at him, kissing him gently. “You don’t have to thank me love…it’s my job.” They smiled at each other, both yawning as they laid back once again, slowly falling asleep in each others arms, the sounds of the rain droning on in the background as their soft snores began to fill the room.

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shane-madej-said-chill · 5 years

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Fuck both of you

Summary: Shane and Ryan decide it would be a good idea to take you along to explore the Goatmans bridge and scare you but it takes a horrible turn of events.

Genre:Angst

Warning: Language, mention of death

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Shane and Ryan had decided to take you along with them to the Goatmans Bridge and you happily agreed. Not knowing Shane's actual reason behind it.

You were a skeptic mostly but there were times where you really really questioned your skepticism and when you did, it was bad.

You laughed at Ryan when he pulled out his holy water gun and wheezed when Shane taunted the Goatman on the bridge and claimed the bridge as his own.

"Ok everyone let's head to the woods" You heard Ryan say from behind you as you stared into the dark woods trying to see something.

Behind you, Shane and Ryan smirked at each other knowing their evil plan was gonna work cause you absolutely hated the woods. They didn't know that the woods were your greatest fear because of past memories, they just knew that you hated them.

All of you walked into the woods going deeper and deeper into the dark trees, you were terrified but you didn't tell them because you didn't wanna seem like a wuss.

"Oh fuck me, I think I left the screaming radio on the bridge, Y/N you stay here and me and Ryan will run and get it." Your head whipped over to Shane so fast you might have gotten whiplash.

"What? You're gonna leave me here? A-alone? Why can't Ryan stay? It's just a little box, you can get it on your own!", you looked at Shane, your eyes begging him not to leave you alone.

Shane came closer to you and kissed you on the cheek, "You'll be fine babe, we'll be back in a second, I swear. As for leaving Ryan, you know how he is. He's scared himself and he'll scare you too!"

You say Ryan glare at Shane from behind him, "Hey! At least I'm not the one who forgot the one thing he was supposed to get! Now come on so we can go get it and get the fuck out of here faster." Ryan pulled on Shane's sleeve and with that they left.

You were so scared that you couldn't breathe, every little snap of twigs and animal noises startled you. You silently prayed for Shane and Ryan to come back already when you heard footsteps in front of you, Shane and Ryan should be behind you, not in front of you.

"Who's over there? Shane? Ryan? If that's you guys, cut it out! It's not funny" You yelled out towards the noise but got no response, great you were going crazy.

Then you heard it again, footsteps, running towards you. It sounded like an animal and then you heard growling causing you to scream. Please God no not again

You started running in the direction of the bridge but started hearing the noises from that way too. Whatever it was, it had you surrounded. Just then you looked into the woods, beady blue eyes staring back at you.

You screamed and sat on the ground crying again, this was it, you were gonna die. Just like your best friend did, three years ago.

You heard footsteps running to you and you cried louder, "Y/N! Y/N STOP CRYING ITS JUST US!!!" Shanes voice made you look up from your arms and you saw a phone in his hand with the sound of the footsteps and growling coming from it.

"Y/N are you ok? We're so sorry! We didn't think it would scare you that much!" Ryan came out of the trees with a mask with beady glowing eyes attached to a stick.

You realized it was all just a prank, standing up you pushed Shane in the chest knocking him back with the sudden impact, "what did you do that for Y/N?! It was a harmless prank!"

When he said that, you saw red. "Harmless prank?! Do I look unharmed to you!?!?!?" You showed him your arm which was laced with scratches from thorns that you got while running away. "YOU BOTH KNEW I WAS SCARED OF THE WOODS AND YOU STILL DID THIS, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!"

"Well you never did tell us you were scared, only that you hated them" Ryan's voice made you stop yelling at Shane and look at him, tears still falling down your face.

"You wanna know why I'm scared? I'm scared because this is how I fucking lost my best friend, dark woods, angry wolves and her being braver than she should have been and saying she would be fine if left alone for a minute while I ran to the car to grab something. When I came back, all I saw was wolves attacking a helpless girl and riping her limbs off, one by one." You looked him straight in the eye as you said that, "Fuck both of you."

Once you said that, you walked to the car and sat in the back when you normally sat in the passengers seat. You sat there for about 15 minutess until they both came. Shane noticed that you were in the back and visibly sighed.

"Y/N, Look we're sorry ok we didn't kno-" He began to say as he sat in the car and you silenced him by holding up your hand which he saw in the rear view mirror.

"I wanna go home" Ryan opened his mouth to probably apologize or whatever to which you said, "Drive. I do not want to talk"

After closing his mouth and shooting Shane a sad look, Ryan started the car and drove home.

Part two?!??!? Or no?

P.s. Sorry it's short :(

#shane madej x reader #shane madej imagines #shane and ryan #shane madej #Goatmans Bridge #buzzfeed unsolved x reader #buzzfeed unsolved imagines #buzzfeed unsolved #buzzfeed supernatural #ryan bergara #ryan bergara x reader #shane madej fluff

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