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fandomlit · 3 years

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secretive (shane madej x reader)

requested by anon “Could you do a Shane Madej x reader where he thinks the reader is cheating on him with Ryan. Like they whisper things to eachother and stop when Shane enters the room, they text all the time and hang out without Shane a lot. He ends up snapping at the reader about it but it turns out they were actually planning a suprise for him.”

summary shane madej has never been an insecure guy. but when it comes to you, that side can come out to play.

gif cred belongs to @ryanbergara

shane was rarely insecure. he had learned to become proud of who he is, lanky limbs and all. but of course, there was the occasional slip up--especially when it came to you.

when shane first met you, he was smitten. your dorky personality, stunning beauty, and unrelenting kindness drew him into you instantly, and he chased that feeling to the ends of the earth. and now, almost a year and a half into your relationship, he could honestly say that he has never been happier.

but of course, those pesky insecurities come out to play sometimes.

shane had volunteered to do coffee run that morning before filming unsolved. when he came back to the office where he had left you both, he saw you two sitting unbearably close at the desk, talking and smiling and ignoring everyone else in the room setting up for the shoot.

trying his best to brush it off, he entered the office and gave you both a smile. “caffeine time?”

you leaned away from ryan, clapping excitedly. “caffeine time!”

he gave a wide grin at your cheeriness and grabby hands, handing you the order he had memorized on your first date.

you stood up from the desk and giggled, “you can have your seat back. i gotta get back to work.”

“alright, have fun,” shane smiled. you gave him a quick kiss before skipping off to your workplace. after shane settled in his seat with his coffee, he said to ryan as casually as he could, “what were the whispers about?”

ryan gave him an entirely unconvincing confused look. “what whispers?”

“between you and y/n,” shane explained, motioning to the door you had just exited through.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” ryan said, shaking his head at shane. before shane could press any further, you came back into the office.

“sorry,” you giggled. “forgot my phone.” you snatched off of the small table and then pointed to ryan with a serious expression. “text me, bergara.” and then you left, just as quickly as you had come.

ryan looked up from his prepared manila folder to the camera crew, not daring to glance at the unintentionally glaring shane, and spoke, “are we ready to roll?”

“who are you texting?” shane teased when he entered the living room to see you curled up, smiling at your phone.

“just ryan,” you shrugged. that didn’t sit right with shane.

“you two seem awfully close lately,” shane tried to comment nonchalantly. but if he implicated that anything was wrong in his tone, you didn’t notice. you just giggled as your phone buzzed with another text. shane took a sip of his tea with a frown.

after a while of smiling at your phone, you moved over to cuddle with shane as he watched a show on netflix.

you placed a kiss on his cheek as you draped yourself over him. “i love you.”

that did lighten his heart a bit. “i love you, too.”

ryan and shane got lunch together many days of the week. then he would come back to the office, pay you a visit in yours, and get back to work. but today, ryan had a different idea in mind.

“why don’t we eat with y/n today?” the shorter man proposed. that unsettled shane a bit. supernatural beings were nothing to him, but a guy taking invested interest in his girl friend as of late? that rattled him.

shane excused, “she’s usually busy during our lunch.. but we can check.” he shrugged. “no harm in that.” and though his thoughts betrayed his words, he led the way to your office.

you were on the phone when shane peeked in. you waved him in as you spoke, “it’s alright, lea.” you tapped your pencil against your desk as the boys filtered in. “yeah, just send it and we can edit and complete. it’s no problem. just relax and enjoy a day off, girl. of course. see you.” you hung up and gave the boys a smile.

“what was that about?” shane asked, coming closer to your desk to give you a quick kiss.

“was that the girl who hasn’t shown up for the past few days?” ryan asked, taking the seat across from your desk.

“yes,” you groaned. “im trying to be patient with her, she’s using some sick days so i can’t really get on her, but did she have to take off in the middle of this project?” you let out a huff.

shane was slightly bothered that ryan knew more about this than he did. but instead, he asked, “would it comfort you at all if we had lunch with you today? or is this girl taking up your schedule?”

you grasped his hand in yours. “please have lunch with me.” you reached out your hand to ryan, who laughed as he took it. you squeezed both of their hands, though shane’s lips were now tightly pursed. “this morning has been insane.”

“we got you,” ryan nodded with a grin that you returned sweetly. when you looked up at shane, he quickly changed his expression into a grin. he felt his jealousy rising second by second during the entire lunch.

shane had just walked into the breakroom to see you and ryan laughing as you poured yourself a cup of tea. “that’s actually not a bad idea, bergara. where’d you come up with that one?”

“i’ve got so much in this noggin, you don’t even know, l/n,” ryan responded easily, making you laugh again. shane still hadn’t been noticed, but he felt as if his heart was beating so loud that he surely would be.

“but yeah, shane stays late every thursday,” you continued, “so if you came over right after work, we should be able to get it all done and shane wouldn’t even know!”

“im a genius,” ryan praised.

“that you are,” you agreed, holding your cup out. he clinked his water bottle against it and you both turned to the door. shane was long gone.

you had stayed a little bit late that day, and so shane was stuck pacing your shared apartment as he awaited your arrival home, thinking of what to say.

his blood boiled as he thought of the implications of the past couple of weeks. you and ryan were definitely planning something. and with how close you two were lately, it was probably something that shane, your boyfriend, would not care for at all. and if his thoughts were right, then had this happened before? is he only noticing this now? he couldn’t even begin with what he needed to say to you.

you were the most important thing to him. from the moment he met you, he knew he had to be with you. and now that you could be cheating on him with his best friend? his heart was pumping and aching in his chest, and he didn’t know whether to be angry or sad.

when you opened the door, his head immediately shot up. “hey,” you smiled. after you closed the door behind you and took in his frantic state, you asked, “something wrong?”

“we gotta talk,” was all he could manage as he shook his head.

you furrowed your brow as you slipped off your jacket and dropped your bag. “okay..?” you stepped toward him. “what about?”

but your innocence just seemed to frustrate him. “i know about you and ryan.” you stopped in your tracks, but he didn’t dare glance at your reaction to his words. he was worried about what he’d find there. “i heard you guys talking in the breakroom earlier about meeting up when im not home, and how you two always text lately, and you’re always.. touching and..” he took a breath. “i know, y/n.” he finally looked up at you to see your face frozen in what seemed to be shock and concern. you stepped closer to him.

“shane, what?” he stood his ground, arms crossed as you moved in front of him. “shane, no.. no, i love you so much, i would never cheat on you.” you placed your hands on his arms and looked him dead in his eyes. but his expression remained stone.

“why should i believe that?” he spoke lowly.

he wished he hadn’t seen your heart break in your eyes. “shane, ryan and i are your best friends, we wouldn’t dare do that to you. we..” you let out a sigh through your nose and removed your hands from his arms to fish your phone out of your pocket. you unlocked it and handed it to him, revealing the texts between you and ryan.

scrolling up, he found:

boogara, 12:38pm okay, this might be a stupid question..

y/n, 12:42pm i love it already, do tell

boogara, 12:44pm alright do you think it would be at all possible to get balloons custom made as characters from the hotdaga?

y/n, 12:45pm OHMYGOD I LOVE IT WE ABSOLUTELY CAN IM LOOKING INTO IT RN

boogara, 12:46pm shane better appreciate this idea as much as you do when his birthday comes around

y/n, 12:48pm ryan, that man will celebrate harder than he’s ever celebrated before

boogara, 12:49pm he better

shane didn’t know what to make of that as he handed his phone back to you.

“we were planning a surprise party for your birthday,” you sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket. “that’s why we’re so.. secretive.” you twiddled with your hands nervously. “but i guess not anymore.” shane didn’t know what to say. you looked up to him sadly. “you thought i was cheating on you..?”

shane’s heart burned with guilt. softly, he spoke, “i did, yeah.” your frown deepened. “but not because i don’t trust you,” he explained, taking your hand in his. you looked to your hands instead of his desperate eyes for a moment. “but because i just..” you looked up at him, and the words spilled out, “i don’t know, im just always in awe that i get to be with you and... i guess i got scared that maybe you thought i wasn’t good enough for you, because god knows im not.”

“shane,” you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. “you’re perfect for me. ryan is definitely one of my best friends, but he doesn’t hold a candle to the love i have for you.” he offered you a short smile. “i only have eyes for you, dork.”

“im sorry,” he whispered. you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“i am, too,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “will you still act surprised for your birthday..? ryan’s pretty proud of himself.”

“i’d do anything for that little guy,” he sighed, pulling away from you to gaze at your sweet smile. “let’s go watch drunk history.”

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wambamshangalang · 4 years

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Squeak

Summary: Shane finds out something interesting about Ryan, and decides to poke at it some more.

(This is a tickle fic)

Word count: 3,754

Despite the fact that they haven’t even gone to lunch yet, it has been a long day at work and Ryan is tired. Maybe staying up into the wee small hours of the morning editing the latest episode of Unsolved had something to do with it, but the episode had to be finished today if it was going to be uploaded on time. Still, Ryan is exhausted. He stretches out behind himself in his chair, just as he sees Shane approaching with two more cups of coffee in hand. Shane puts one of the cups next to Ryan’s computer and sits down at his own desk with a dramatic sigh.

“Thanks, big guy.” Ryan acknowledges as he sips from the hot cup greedily. “I think I’m almost done with this, if you want to go grab some grub soon.”

Shane pushes his feet off the floor in order to quickly scoot his office chair towards Ryan’s desk, looking over his shoulder at the laptop screen. He reaches in front of Ryan to do some clicking around and to examine the work that Ryan has done. After a few moments he takes on a mock affronted look and turns to face Ryan, Startlingly close to Ryan’s face. Close enough that Ryan could count all of his freckles if he wanted to. Which he doesn’t.

“You took out my bit!” He accuses in false alarm, making Ryan wheeze out a laugh.

“I didn’t take it out,” Ryan assures him then continues, “I shortened it. It was 7 minutes long. I only kept the parts that were funny.”

“The whole thing was funny, I am a comedic genius.” Shane deadpans causing Ryan to break into another fit of giggles.

“Sure man,” he jokes through his laughter, “and I’m America’s Next Top Model.” Ryan was ready to go and get something to eat, he hadn’t had much for breakfast this morning. He puts his coffee back on the desk and contorts his body backward again, arms reaching back and up for one more satisfying stretch.

He didn’t see it coming when Shane reached out towards him to pinch him in the side, and maybe if he had been more prepared he could have schooled his reaction back a few notches, but as that jolt of electricity hit him he let out a very high pitched, and very loud squeak. He jolts so hard he nearly falls out of his chair, and every eye in the office looks over toward him at once. As soon as Ryan can regain his balance, he ducks low into a crouched ball in his chair in an attempt to hide from the prying eyes of the room. He tries to wrest off the burn he can already feel crawling up his neck onto his face, but that is made impossible by the fact that he can see Shane staring at him in his peripheral vision.

The silence stretches on for a couple of unbearable seconds as Ryan avoids looking over at Shane. Shane, who is holding back a fit of laughter and staring at Ryan as if he just told him a secret, and grew a second head at the same time. When he finally does speak it’s quiet, only loud enough for Ryan to hear.

“What was that all about, little guy?” His tone is friendly and well-meaning, but teasing all the same, and Ryan is growing more and more flustered under his attentive gaze. He finally gathers enough of his pride and willpower to lift his head back up and glare in Shane’s direction, though any heat from his look is gone as his cheeks are pink and he’s fighting back a shy yet persistent smile.

“Shut up, Shane.” He responds, much less cool and collected than Shane had been. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Defensively stumbles out of him next followed by “You just surprised me is all.” And one last “Shut up.” For good measure.

Shane starts laughing now, like he just can’t stop himself, and Ryan rolls his eyes and stands up.

“Whatever, let's just go get food. Chipotle?” He suggests, hoping desperately for Shane to drop the issue. Shane obliges and stands up as well, though he was still giggling. They walk out of the office and eventually, the moment is seemingly forgotten. They get burritos and talk about where they’d like to shoot if they get the opportunity for their next season of Supernatural.

Back at the office for the rest of the day Ryan has a hard time focusing. It’s not like it hadn’t crossed his mind before, but after the incident today all he can think about is Shane. Shane, and his big, huge, stupid hands, that are just stupid and huge enough to fit on his big, huge, stupid body.

Ryan’s in trouble now, because the last thing you need when you’re at work is to be hit with a massive lee mood, as you sit right next to your massive best friend who you happen to have a massive crush on. And who you would love to be absolutely wrecked by, oh my God Ryan needs to get it together. He can’t be thinking about this in the office.

“...Right, buddy? ...Ryan?” Ryan snaps out of the trance he must have slipped into staring at his computer screen to see not only Shane looking at him expectantly, but also Curly standing next to Shane’s desk, staring at him with this knowing look as if he’d just been caught doing something naughty as a child. Apparently they had been having a conversation, and Ryan didn’t realize he was a part of it.

“Huh? Sorry, what?” Ryan stutters out, having missed completely what was being discussed here.

“Are you doing alright, man? You seem pretty distracted.” Shane asks, looking at Ryan with obvious curiosity and subtle worry. Ryan blinks at him. What exactly is he supposed to say? That he’s fine, he just couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to be pinned down and demolished with light touches from his best friend? His face was heating up for the second time today. Man, does Ryan have an awful poker face.

“I’m fine! I was a little distracted just thinking about this shoot we have scheduled for next week.” Shane knows Ryan incredibly well at this point, and Ryan knows Shane well enough to know that Shane can see right through him.

“Oh, well that’s what Curly and I were just talking about!” He says cheerily anyway, obviously not buying what Ryan is selling, but seemingly going with it for now. Ryan pays attention now to the rest of the conversation, steadfastly not allowing his mind to wander for the rest of the work day, out of fear of embarrassment.

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That evening, Shane and Ryan are having a movie night back at Shane’s apartment, as they often do on Friday nights. The movie: Jaws. As they have both seen it multiple times they spend most of the movie bantering and cracking stupid jokes as they share a bucket of popcorn. The movie ends and Ryan gets up to grab them each a beer from Shane’s fridge.

“I wanna ask you something.” Shane says casually as Ryan reenters the room.

“Shoot.” Ryan responds. He’s standing in front of the couch, putting down the two bottles he just retrieved on the table. Just as he puts the drinks down, he feels Shane’s finger jab into the soft flesh of his side.

And it happens again. Ryan squeaks, turns red, and shoots back down onto the sofa. He glares at Shane this time immediately, but he doesn’t make eye contact.

“Shaaane!” Ryan yells at him, a nervous smile pulling at his lips and red flush fully covering his face now. In his head he’s already panicking. Shane’s laughing again and looking at him like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.

“See, what’s up with that? Obviously I understand the reaction, though I didn’t realize you were so ticklish, what I don’t get is why you’re so embarrassed?”

“I am not embarrassed!” Ryan quickly defends, but he’s sure he’s turned a shade darker at hearing The Word spoken aloud. From Shane’s lips.

“You are!” Shane responds, smiling widely. “You’re turning 50 Shades of Pink over here! I thought it might have been from the attention in the office before, but I wouldn’t have gotten the same reaction right now if that were the case.”

Ryan scoffs and looks away. He needs to come up with something to say that won’t give him away, and that he can get through without stuttering like an absolute fool.

“I’m not man, you just startled me, that’s all.” It wasn’t very convincing, but silence feels more damning than anything right now.

“You’re not what?” Shane was asking, “Embarrassed? Because you shouldn’t be, but it seems like you are. Or ticklish?” There it is again, “because you’re obviously very ticklish.” Oh my God.

“Stop that!”

“Stop what?”

“Saying it!”

“Saying what?”

Ryan opens his mouth to keep going, the quick back and forth banter they’re so used to, but he can’t say anything. So he closes his mouth and covers his face, falls back against the couch cushions and growls in frustration, though horrifyingly it comes out more like a whine than anything.

He can’t look at Shane. However, he can feel the amusement rolling off of him. He can hear the pieces clicking into place in his mind. This is Ryan’s worst nightmare, and he wishes silently nothing more than for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

That’s when Shane’s hand is suddenly placed on Ryan’s knee. Ryan peeks out from behind his hands to look at it, just sitting there, unthreatening. Shane doesn’t even have to move before Ryan is hidden behind his hands again, tiny breathy laughs already escaping from him. The nervous and flustered energy he gives off is almost palpable and Shane can’t stop himself from laughing.

“Dude, come on.” He manages to get out, speaking softly. “I’m not even doing anything to you yet.” That word ‘yet’ echoes around Ryan’s brain, anticipation and humiliation growing so steadily that it’s pulling even more giggles from his mouth, and to Shane it sounds like magic. “Oh my God..” Shane continues in awe before suddenly he lifts Ryan up and spins his tiny frame so he’s lying longways on the couch. Shane straddles his waist as Ryan squeaks and refuses to uncover his face with his hands. “You are just too cute for your own good.”

Shane begins lifting the soft fabric of Ryan’s t-shirt up, slowly dragging it along his skin and exposing his toned but soft tummy. He positions his fingers on top of it and Ryan realizes, once again, just how large Shane’s hands are proportionally compared to Ryan. The pads of Shane’s long fingers start drumming softly, like he’s playing a little beat, and Ryan dissolves into giggles as he struggles between his current position of keeping his face in his hands and the desperate urge to paw at Shane’s forearms. Shane moves slowly and deliberately, completely fixated on Ryan and his reactions.

“You haven’t asked me to stop.” Shane says, and it isn’t a question. Ryan can only giggle helplessly as his best friend and crush slowly pieces together his biggest secret, as the fingers on his stomach don’t stop. They don’t speed up, they don’t slow down, they just keep up the drumming consistently. “Ryan? Is there a reason you haven’t asked me to stop?” Shane starts drumming a little faster here, maddeningly soft and repetitive touches coming down rhythmically onto Ryan’s sensitive skin.

But he couldn’t answer if he wanted to, so he just laughs, shyly and frantically in a stream that he has no control over.

“Hm?” Shane presses on, growing more and more comfortable in this role, teasing the hell out of Ryan and seeing just how flustered and sensitive he could get him. “Does it tickle, Ryan?”

“Oh my God,” Ryan groans through his laughter, “Shut up, Shane.”

At this point Shane digs in, his fingers working quickly into the sides and sensitive little tummy of Ryan and the dam is broken as loud panicked laughter rings out through Shane’s apartment. He works his thumbs into the muscles at Ryan’s sides and softly skitters his nails along a spot right under Ryan’s naval.

“What! Shut up?” Shane asks, accusatory, as he reduces Ryan to a puddle. “You’re in no position to be so rude here, buddy. Not when you’re soo sooo ticklish.” That’s it, there’s no denying it now. Ryan’s secret is definitely out. Shane knows, he knows exactly what that word is doing to him. All he can do is laugh and shake his head desperately, but he knows there isno way to save his pride now. Shane sees him shake his head and he decides to try something else.

“No? You’re shaking your head no?” Shane reaches up to Ryan’s hands and peels them off of his face, pinning them both above his head in just one of his own. Ryan’s eyes widen looking at Shane and he shakes his head some more, avoiding eye contact all he can. Shane’s fingers slow.

“No what? No you’re not ticklish?” Shane stops tickling but he doesn’t move off of Ryan or let go of his wrists. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not ticklish.”

Ryan calms his breathing over a few seconds and eventually locks eyes with Shane, who is looming over him with his left hand still on Ryan’s stomach. He summons his best air of defiance in the given situation, his face and neck stained red from laughter and embarrassment.

“I’m not.” He says, voice as firm as he could possibly get it. Shane’s grip tightens and his eyes narrow.

“You’re not what?” He demands, and waits for a response. Ryan stares for as long as he can, but eventually breaks eye contact. Shane chuckles, and Ryan notes that the laughter radiates warmth and fondness as opposed to judgement. “You can’t even say it. Is that what you were telling me not to say? Tickle? Is the word tickle just a little too much for little Ryan to handle?”

And suddenly Shane lets go of Ryan’s wrists, but the smaller man has no time to cover his face again as Shane’s hands are promptly shoved into his underarms, fingers moving a mile a minute. Ryan slams his arms down, and immediately knows he’s fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

“Oh look what you’ve done!” Shane exclaims dramatically, “You’ve trapped my hands! I suppose we’ll be stuck here forever won't we?” He wiggles his fingers around as Ryan laughs loud and bright. Ryan has no wits about him as he goes through a varying series of emotions. Yes, this is everything he’s ever wanted. He’s also never been so mortified in all his life. Part of him knows that Shane will not judge him for this or look at him differently, but part of him also knows that he’ll never hear the end of this.

Part of him is excited for that.

Shane eventually starts moving back down from Ryan’s underarms, small pokes into his rib cage making him jerk and into his stomach and sides eliciting yips and squeals of laughter from him, but then Shane’s hands land to rest on top of Ryan’s hipbones and the smaller man freezes in place and his eyes widen to about half the size of his head. Shane makes eye contact with him. The smirk as he marks Ryan’s reaction, looks at his own hand placement, and understands exactly what’s about to happen here could have killed Ryan on the spot.

“Oh?” Shane asks innocently to Ryan, and the man under him begins to squirm and push half heartedly at Shane’s chest. “What’s the matter Ryan?” He doesn’t move away from Ryan’s sensitive hip bones as he waits for a response. Ryan swallows heavily, like a cartoon character in great danger, and the nervous giggles again find themselves cascading out of his mouth. He has no pride left anyway, he figures if there’s a time to plead it’s now.

“Shaane,” his voice comes out small and hoarse from laughter “please no. I— I’m too-,” but he just can’t make himself say it.

“Too what?” Shane punctuates his question with a flex of his fingers. “Little guy is too ticklish in this spot? Little angel can’t handle a little bit of tickling?” The angel part he didn’t mean to say, and maybe Shane goes a little pink himself, but Ryan is far too lost in his flustered state to notice. “How about this. Do you want me to stop? If you tell me that you want me to stop tickling you, I will stop tickling you.”

But Ryan doesn’t want that. So he doesn’t say anything.

“You like being tickled.” And there it is. It’s not as if that wasn’t already obvious at this point, but having it confronted makes Ryan feel like his heart is going to explode from his chest. “You’re loving this. If you wanted to be tickled so badly, you could have just asked.” Shane’s teasing is relentless, and soon his fingers are too, and he pinches all along Ryan’s overly sensitive hip bones.

Ryan screams out a laugh that is just so genuine and so childlike, that Shane lets out an audible “aw.” He scratches into the hollows of Ryan’s hip bones, successfully holding down the thrashing and screeching man underneath him as he is, of course, very small.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle..” Shane teases evilly as Ryan absolutely loses his mind underneath him, and Shane is met with a chorus of sputtering, small ‘no’s’ and frantic ‘Shane, Shane, Shane Shaaane, Shane’s’.

“And to think,” Shane mock ponders as he tweaks the bones from top to bottom, not staying in one place for too long as to keep Ryan absolutely hysterical. “All this time we’ve been hunting ghosts, huh? Ghouls! To think you’d be taken down by the Tickle Monster!” Shane moves off of Ryan’s left hip with his left hand, only to stick one long squirming finger directly into his little innie belly button.

“Noooo!” Ryan cries out in distress, and it’s so adorable that Shane once again starts laughing along with him. He can tell that Ryan might be reaching his limit though, so he decides it’s probably time for the grand finale. He takes the hem of Ryan’s shirt and folds it up fully, his tummy now fully exposed and at Shane’s mercy, and he looks Ryan directly in the eye.

“Are you ready, little guy?” He asks, the mischief in his eyes absolutely unmatched as he lowers his head down towards Ryan’s stomach a small amount, enough for Ryan to immediately understand his implications and starts to squirm uncontrollably.

“No! No Sha-Shane wait no no no..” but it was too late for Ryan to be saved. Shane made a big show of taking a big breath of air, lowered his lips right over top of Ryan’s sensitive little naval, and blew a huge raspberry that absolutely sent Ryan manic. Shane spent the next twenty seconds absolutely wrecking Ryan as he alternated teeny tiny raspberries and teeny tiny nibbles all over his tummy, sides and ribs.

Shane then got up from his place on top of Ryan, helped move the man so he was sitting up straight in the corner of the couch, and left him still giggling and and fighting off phantom touches as he went to the kitchen to get Ryan a glass of water.

He gave Ryan the water, which he accepted and sipped quietly, his knees pulled up to his chest on the couch, face still red and with a shy smile. Shane sat down next to Ryan and neither of them said anything for a moment.

“Shane..” Ryan started, but he trailed off seemingly at a loss for words.

“Listen,” Shane spoke instead to fill the silence, “This isn’t something I would ever make fun of you for. I’ll tease you about it surely, as long as it doesn’t upset you, but I would never make fun of you for something you like. Especially something as adorable as this.” Shane seemed to be the nervous one now, one hand up scratching the back of his neck. “Let me know if I crossed a line or made you uncomfortable, and we never have to talk about it again.”

“No!” Ryan exclaimed, a bit too hastily, and Shane turned quickly to face him. “Uh.. no, dude just- I... ugh” Ryan made a frustrated sound and blushed again, burying his face briefly into a couch cushion. “That.. isn’t it at all. That was fun and it’s... fuck. I’ve. Wanted you to do that. For a long time.”

Shane didn’t respond for a few moments, trying to sift through all of the information he was receiving.

“You’ve wanted.. me to do that for a long time? Like, me specifically?” Ryan paled as he realized the implications of his words. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it again. He had to say something, and when he finally did it came out as a mumble, a voice smaller than Shane has ever heard from him, which broke his heart a little bit.

“Yeah.” Ryan began mentally going through the process of grieving his friendship with Shane. What was work going to be like now? Humiliating. Will they have to cancel the show, will Shane tell him he wants to quit Unsolved? How will he explain this to their coworkers? The fans? Ryan could feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, as if this moment could become any more mortifying.

“Hey, well then you could’ve just asked.” Shane replies after a few moments and Ryan... what? Ryan looks over at Shane, searching for a joke, or for anger, for any negative emotion but there was nothing there. Just Shane, with his big huge stupid smile. And Shane’s leaning closer to him, just a little bit. And he looks nervous, just a little bit. “Can I kiss you, Ryan?” He asks, and he doesn’t break eye contact.

If Shane squeaks a tiny bit when Ryan leans up toward him and closes the distance, Ryan doesn’t make fun of him for it. Though, maybe he teases him about it from time to time.

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bergarachan · 4 years

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A proposal for the fluff prompt,,, I would Weep™️

So this is gonna sound really weird but ive literally never written established relationship before it was so much fun!! the boys, if they were together, would be lovey-dovey goofballs. :”””D enjoy!

“You ready, Shane?” Ryan asked, coming out to the living room. The two were gettng ready to film an episode of weird wonderful world. Ryan saw Shane waiting for him in the living room and gasped. “Woah, you look...” He looked Shane up and down. His boyfriend was wearing a white button-up with patterned navy blue pants. He had a jean jacket over the button-up. Shane looked good. “...Wow.” Was the only thing that came out of Ryan’s mouth.

Shane laughed. “Is that all you’re gonna say?”

Ryan giggled along with him. “Well, yeah, you usually don’t wear stuff like this.” Okay, that was kinda an exaggeration. But usually Shane would wear something more casual than this during filming. Shane and Ryan had been spending the entire day inside, watching movies and playing board games. They had all day to get ready, and he’d even seen Shane planning his outfit about two hours before he had to leave.

“I think it looks good.” Shane said goofily, smiling to himself and making Ryan laugh even more.

“You look look amazing, hon.” Ryan smiled, going on his tip-toes to kiss Shane on the cheek, making his tall counterpart’s smile grow even wider. His boyfriend was such a fucking dork.

The two boys got into the car, Shane immediately sliding in the front seat, a sunny smile on his face.

“What’s got you so happy?” Ryan asked.

Shane shrugged. “It’s a nice day outside.”

It was a nice day outside. Shane and Ryan never got tired of the sunny streets of LA (okay, Shane did sometimes, but they went to Chicago for most holidays, so he didn’t get to complain) and it was a lovely day in August. The sun was out, kids were playing, people were laughing, and it reminded Ryan of why he loved this city so very much.

As they drove, they smiled as the sun started to set. “When’s the crew gonna get to the set?” Ryan asked, staring at the scenery outside.

“They’re gonna be a little late, Ry-guy, so I decided to go out to dinner first.” Shane said. “That alright?”

Ryan frowned. “Late? Why?”

“Brittany texted me a couple hours before we had to leave, she, uh, she said that a couple of the cameras stopped working.”

“What?!” Ryan exclaimed.

“Yeah, crazy, right? They just stopped, all in like, the same night.”

“Maybe there’s something wrong with the camera brand... or some shit,” Ryan muttered to himself. He was fairly happy with dinner, though. Dinner sounded lovely. “Is this why you took the time to pick out your outfit, fucker?” He asked Shane teasingly.

Shane snorted. “You saw me do that?” He hesitated, “Maybe...”

Ryan giggled. “You’re such a sap, you know that, big guy?”

“Only for you, babeyyy!” Shane exclaimed, then he launched into song, “I been cheated by you since I don’t know when!”

“Nope, Shane, no, we are not singing Mamma Mia right now-” Ryan tried to cut him off, but Shane continued, of course.

“So I’ve made up my mind, it must come to an end!” The Mamma Mia soundtrack was special to both Ryan and Shane. It was kind of their anthem when Shane was there for Ryan after a horrible breakup, and then the breakup after that. Singing the songs terribly while dancing around a dimly lit room was one of the steps to realizing that they were in love with each other all along. So as much as Shane does sing it, Ryan can never get sick of it.

Ryan stuck through Shane’s horrible rendition of “mamma mia” all the way to a restaurant beside a beach. It was a place that the two of them had never been together, however they were both familiar with the place. It was minimalistic and atmospheric, and it had bitchin burgers.

When they were both seated and had both ordered burgers, Ryan caught Shane staring at him with what their fans loved to call “heart eyes”. As he always did, Ryan smiled bashfully under Shane’s gaze. Shane always had an effect on him, even after dating for two and a half years. Shane always made him blush, giggle and swoon like a highschool girl. And he knew it was the same for Shane. “What’re you lookin’ at,” Ryan snorted, flushing more under Shane’s stare.

Shane sighed. “Even before we started dating I always wanted to take you here.” Holy shit, what was up with Shane and being a sap today? He told Shane as much. Shane just took Ryan’s hand in his and said, “Just love you, is all.” Ryan was surprised. Shane wasn’t the kind of guy to be gushy and lovey-dovey. He more loved to show people that he loved them, without really telling them so. This was different.

Ryan smiled. “I love you too, Shane.” He squeezed his hand tightly.

Shane and Ryan got into their normal banter over dinner, almost getting louder than the families with children with their usual arguments and bits. They were laughing and giggling the entire time, though, and once again Ryan was reminded why he loved Shane Madej so gosh-darn much. From day one, since filming unsolved, Shane was always Ryan’s best friend. There was no separating them. And then, years ago, with the creation of Watcher, and working every day beside him, Ryan rarely got sick of him. If anything, it helped him realize his feelings even sooner.

After paying the check and getting up from their seats, Ryan asked, “The crew ready, Shane?”

Shane checked his phone, and, after a moment, shook his head. “They’re getting in the car. On their way over. Wanna take a little stroll on the beach?”

Ryan smiled. “Always.” This beach in particular reminded him of their first kiss.

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��Shane!” Ryan caught up to Shane, bare feet slipping in the sand. It was nearly midnight, and the boys had finished filming season 7 of Unsolved Supernatural. After drinks, Shane suggested eating snacks on the beach. Only problem is, they had forgotten snacks. So they decided to run around like children and play games instead. Ryan panted, hands on his knees as he finally caught up. “I can’t keep up with your stupid long legs,” He wheezed.

Shane laughed. “One of the perks of being six foot four.” Ryan whacked him playfully on the arm.

Suddenly, Ryan noticed the moon, full, bright, and beautiful. He stopped to stare at it. “The moon is beautiful tonight,” He muttered, admiring the sight.

“Yeah,” He heard Shane say beside him. “Gorgeous.” Ryan glanced over at Shane, and his smile fell when he realized that Shane wasn’t looking at the moon.

He was looking at him.

“Shane,” He whispered, as if his name was something secret. Their relationship had taken a turn, recently. The stares had been longer, the touches had lingered, the smiles had been wider. It was unspoken. But now, Shane had spoken it.

Shane wrapped his arms around Ryan’s waist. Shane bent down a little, and Ryan went on his tip-toes. They gravitated towards each other.

Shane kissed Ryan like he was the most precious gift in the entire world.

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Ryan smiled dreamily at the memory. It gave him butterflies in his stomach to this day, years later. “Remember that night when we played games in the sand? On this beach?” He asked Shane. The sun was nearly setting, just touching the horizon of glittering water. Not many people were around this part of the beach. It felt like a secret, just for Shane and Ryan.

“Yeah,” Shane replied. “That was a good day.” The two were silent for a moment, before Shane said something. “Ryan?”

Ryan laughed. Shane’s voice sounded serious. Probably a bit, Ryan assumed. “Yeah, big guy?”

“Can I ask you something?” The taller pulled Ryan close to his chest.

“Sure, shoot.” The latter giggled.

And it was like a movie.

Shane suddenly dropped to a knee. Ryan gasped, laughing all the way. There was no way this was happening. This had to be a bit; this had to be a joke.

And then he saw Shane getting something out of his pocket. “Shane,” Ryan tried, choking up.

“Ryan,” Shane held up a black velvet box. “You are my best friend. To the moment we started being friends, to the moment I fell head over ass in love with you, to now, I’ve realized that I always want you in my life. I always want you by my side.” Shane sniffled a little himself, wiping his eye with a finger, before continuing, “You are… an angel, Ryan Bergara. I know I don’t, uh, believe in that stuff, but sometimes I’ve seriously questioned if the guy upstairs sent me an angel… to… protect me, and whatnot.” They both laughed teary laughs. “I’m not one for saying my emotions out loud, and whatnot, but… I am so in love with you, Ryan. And I think we’re destined, if that even exists, to be together for the rest of our lives. So, Ryan Bergara,” He opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver ring, “Will you make me the luckiest, happiest man on the world, and marry me?”

Of course, by that point, Ryan was in tears, trying to stiffle his sobs. “Yes, fucking,” He sniffled, “Yes, Shane. I love you, yes, yes,” And as he rushed in to hug his partner, he heard a round of applause from behind him. He turned to see, of course, the fucking crew. Brittany, TJ, Andrew, Steven, Mark, everyone, all with cameras. “Wha-? Were you all in this?” Ryan asked, wiping his tears.

The crew all nodded, laughing, cheering and whooping. “Shane and I have been trying to put this together for months.” Steven spoke up, smiling.

“Months?” Ryan’s voice went up, like, five octaves. “Shane…” And, of course, being the emotional guy he was, burst into tears again and ran into Shane’s arms, earning an awww from the crew. Ryan and Shane shared a romantic kiss, and Shane slipped the ring onto Ryan’s finger.

“I love you, angel,” Shane whispered into Ryan’s ear, only for him to hear, and Ryan doesn’t think he’s ever been more happy. This is it. This is the best day of his life.

“I love you, Shane. Forever and ever. We took an oath.”

(Later, the video was posted on the Watcher channel, titled, “How I Proposed to Ryan”. Fans, of course, went fucking crazy. Ryan wouldn’t have anything any other way.)

#i cried writing this #imagine if this actually happened tho #shyan #shyan fic #proposal #proposal fic #shyan fanficiton #shyan drabbles #belle writes #belle chats #ask #answered

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ghostyprince · 4 years

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your pantherverse au is beautiful and now im obsessed with ryan sneaking round trying to surprise and prod “mrrrps” outta shane. fic would be adorable if your still open to pantherverse requests 💖

i hope you like this, thank you for the prompt, it’s so hecking cute❤ also it’s mostly my friend’s @josemorningstar‘s au tbh, i just help in with it. (he’s happy to answer asks about it too!)

read on AO3

Ryan puts a finger to his lips, twisted into a grin, in a shushing motion, and then he taps the flip camera icon on his phone. Shane’s frame from behind pops up on the screen, sitting on his office chair, legs crossed. He’s editing a photo, probably for a thumbnail, and it’s one of those rare occasions when he’s so focused he doesn’t even hear Ryan walk up behind him.

Ryan is moving slowly, putting one foot after the other with the ease of a predator, skilled in sneaking up on his prey. That is Shane and he does not suspect a thing. Perfect.

The footage shows Ryan reaching out, just as carefully, before going in quick, making contact with Shane’s back, splaying out over the thin fabric of his shirt.

Ryan holds his breath as he does so and a heartbeat later—

Yeah, there it is. Shane jumps, a little sound escaping his lips, a sound that makes Ryan’s grin grow impossibly big. It’s one of his favorites, he’d die happily hearing it.

It’s a mrrp, a sound plenty of cats make when touched unexpectedly, but Ryan’s favorite is the one Shane does. So, of course, he tries to scare or surprise him as often as he possibly can.

He only puts it on Instagram because the whole experience of Shane making that noise is a blessing upon this world that needs to be shared. Well, not too often, Ryan would still like to keep most of the occasions he actually managed to surprise Shane into a mrrp to himself.

He stops recording after he zooms in on Shane’s very much unamused expression, accompanied by Ryan’s belly laugh. He barely had time to pull his phone down and duck out of the way of one of the smaller Paddington plushes flying towards him. Another set of giggles bubble up from his chest before he realizes what Shane actually threw at him.

“Hey, I got that from a fan, asshole!” He scoffs, going to pick poor little Paddington up and set him back on his desk carefully.

“That’s what you get for being a dick,” Shane says, chin propped up in his palm, focusing on his laptop again. There is a flush high on his cheeks and Ryan, once again, can’t contain his satisfied grin. Shane is blushing! He’s blushing and he’s fucking sulking, at that!

Easily the best thing he’s seen all day and it’s only 10 AM.

“But it’s so cute, Shane. Gotta share it with the fans!”

“It’s not fucking cute.” Shane murmurs. He sounds like he’s mad but Ryan catches a glimpse at the hint of a smile behind his fingers.

He knew he won immediately.

“I won’t post it if you don’t want me to.” Ryan offers because he’s a good friend. And he also knows how sensitive Shane is about the sounds he makes, due to having broken meows in his cat form. Ryan personally thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever, but Shane is stubborn as hell.

“Go ahead,” Shane says, letting out an exasperated sigh as if he’d be doing a huge sacrifice. What a drama queen. “I suppose at the very least people will see just how gone you are over me.”

He adds, with a smug drawl to his voice, and it had the desired effect because Ryan’s stomach does a little flip. The one specific flip it got used to doing ever since they’ve started playfully flirting with each other, just tethering on the edge of too much or too dangerous. On the edge of their friendship, before it evolves into something more. More serious, romantic, sexual, just more.

Ryan is still trying to catch his breath after that whole interaction as he settles back in his chair, to edit and post the video on Instagram.

He wonders when they will finally say fuck it, and jump over that line between friendship and something more together.

Or, because it’s them, the Ghoulboys, when will one of them finally drag the other over that line?

The next time Ryan gets the urge to make Shane do that wonderful little noise is when they’re filming the newest season of True Crime.

They’re about thirty minutes in and Ryan is reading his script, then coming to a pause to look at Shane and give him an opportunity to react. But Shane isn’t really looking at him. In fact, he’s just staring right in front of him, so deep in thought, Ryan isn’t sure he’s even in his body anymore.

Normally, Ryan would be concerned, and he is, to a degree, but he knows how hard Watcher has them working at the moment, the anxiety, that their whole company might be a flop. It had a toll on both theirs and Steven’s mental health. Not to mention their sleep schedules.

So it’s not unusual Shane is zoning out, especially while Ryan is trying to talk about some pretty heavy murder case. Ryan does see an opportunity, however, to have a little fun with Shane not paying attention to him.

Everyone kind of just stopped, including TJ, but before he could say anything, ask Shane if he’s okay, Ryan is reaching out, pointer finger extended. He holds his breath, the corner of his lips already lifting into a huge grin and then his finger makes contact with the side of Shane’s face.

And Shane jumps. He flinches more than Ryan had ever seen him, and he’d feel a little bad if it weren’t for that ‘mrrp’. It’s so loud, is the thing and it makes Ryan’s heart sing in happiness.

He bursts out laughing, head thrown back and his whole body bowing into it. There is some laughter from the crew too, but Ryan is too busy looking at Shane, all bright smile and shining eyes, despite Shane’s expression being pissed.

Ryan knows it’s not too serious, he has gotten used to that expression, with how much he’s been a brat lately, at every opportunity he gets, to get a reaction, anything out of Shane.

“Very funny, can we go back to the murked guy now?” Shane asks, trying and failing at covering up his embarrassment.

And well, Ryan could point out how he’s been the one zoning out, but it has no use, Shane is annoyed already, and Ryan does know not to go too far sometimes. He’ll make it up to him later by buying him lunch or something.

“Sure thing, big guy.” He says instead, shooting him one last smile, full of warmth and fondness and it might improve Shane’s mood just a little.

It’s going to be another story for Instagram, and then it will remain a video on Ryan’s phone, sitting there for ages, for him to hit up sometimes and smile about, ear to ear. Show Shane, maybe, as they’re chilling together at Ryan’s, or Shane’s, maybe their own apartment together at that point.

Fuck, they’ve only been officially a Thing for a few days and Ryan is already daydreaming about their future, years down the line. Well, can anyone put the blame on him, really? When Shane is sleeping next to him like that, so unbothered, beautiful in the setting sun that filters through the plane’s tiny window.

His face is smooth, and Ryan has the weirdest urge to kiss his nose, or the small cluster of freckles right above his right eyelashes, or Shane’s slightly parted lips, huffing little breaths of air. He thinks it may be the honeymoon phase of their relationship, all of it being so new. Ryan is simply overwhelmed with the fact that he could do all of that now, and more if he so pleases. On the other hand, he doesn’t think he will ever stop being giddy about that. Or how soft Shane looks when he’s sleeping.

Ryan took a picture of him before he started recording too, it’s easily one of his favorite photos of Shane. And then, because Ryan Bergara is an insufferable little shit who has to entertain himself on the boring plane ride, he figured he might as well try to make Shane do that sound again.

The very first time he shared it with the internet in the form of that office video everyone loved it. So, Shane’s little cat noise had been high demand, people kept tweeting and commenting and yelling at him absolutely everywhere to upload another one of those videos.

And well, who is Ryan Bergara to deny them?

He raises the phone higher, to frame Shane perfectly, and carefully removes his hand from where it was resting, on top of Shane’s. Luckily, he didn’t react to that.

Ryan takes a few minutes, to think about how he’d like to approach it. Simply touching Shane has been done, he should do something more original.

He could poke his nose. Or tickle his neck. Ryan hums and his gaze happens to drift over to Shane’s hair. He could just bury his hand in his hair like he would with a cat’s fur.

He starts recording again, and the mic picks up his amused little chuckle.

“Part two for you folks, here we go.” He announces in a hushed tone before carefully reaching out to bury his fingers into Shane’s oh so soft locks, carding through it, maybe way too lovingly for it to be taken as a friendly gesture.

And then, there it is.

Shane lets out Ryan’s favorite noise and Ryan is fucking overjoyed. Up until Shane full-on tilts his head into Ryan’s hand as he lets out an enthusiastic purr, and Ryan forgets to breathe.

“Ohmygod.”

The words are punched out of his lung, in one breath, smushed together, and when Ryan would listen back to his voice later he would realize how in awe and disgustingly in love he sounded just then.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He ends the video, almost abruptly. His other is still brushing through Shane’s hair, subconsciously, scratching at his scalp with gentle fingers. He feels Shane shudder and then brown, sleepy eyes are blinking back at him. Shane’s purrs go quiet but it reverberates through his chest ever so slightly. Ryan can feel it when his hand drops onto Shane’s nape, tangling into the long strands of hair there too, pulling just a bit, just to feel Shane shudder again, hear the soft growl coming from the back of his throat.

“Stop it, you’re gonna make me horny.” He murmurs and Ryan wheezes, but complies. Reluctantly.

“Did you just take a video of me, by the way?” Shane asks, rubbing a hand down his face, tired. Ryan feels it too, the exhaustion as he looks at his friend, business partner, boyfriend. They’ve really been through an awful lot these months, with Watcher, currently shooting the new season of Supernatural.

But they could always take a nap together.

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it. We’ll talk about it later. Go back to sleep, big guy.” Ryan tells him quietly, pocketing his phone and well, who is Shane to say no to that?

So he does, slipping as far down his seat as his Sasquatch legs would allow him, so he can rest his cheek against Ryan’s shoulder, using him as an impromptu pillow. Ryan does not complain at all.

They would talk about the video, later, when they would be in their hotel room.

Well, it isn’t much of a talk at all, it’s more of Shane watching the video while Ryan worries his bottom lip between his teeth. He shouldn’t even be nervous. He’d understand if the video would end up in his drafts for a few months still, years even.

Then Shane looked up at him, with that incredibly annoying, unreadable expression on his face, before leaning in to press a kiss to Ryan’s cheek. “It’s cute, you should post it.”

That’s all he says, in the most nonchalant way possible and Ryan would like to hit him a little bit for that.

Regardless, the video ends up uploaded onto his feed instead, because it deserves to be there, not just for a day, but for a good while, to mark the beginning of a new chapter of sorts.

It deserves a caption just as monumental, so there are no misunderstandings or a flood of questions later on.

ryanbergara: Part 2 of annoying the boyfriend 💖

Ryan wakes to the sunshine burning his eyes, still feeling as sleepy when he and Shane went to bed last night as he checks his phone. It’s way too early in the morning for either of them to be awake.

And yet, here they are. Here is Shane, turned in a way that Ryan can see the expanse of his back Ryan loves to admire. He sweeps his gaze over his favorite freckles on Shane’s back and the dip of his waist disappearing under the covers. The sunlight drapes over Shane’s back invitingly, making it seem warm, soft and kissable.

He kissed all those freckles many times, and he still can’t get enough of the sight of them, not even so many years later.

He still can’t get enough of waking up next to Shane, seeing him first thing in the morning. Ryan’s heart flutters every time, he simply cannot help it.

There is a faint light coming from the other side of Shane, bouncing off of his hair, suggesting he’s on his phone.

And that won’t do, Ryan is awake and he needs attention.

He moves, swiftly fitting himself behind Shane, with one strong arm wrapping around his waist under the covers securely.

“Mrrp!”

The sound lets something loose in Ryan and he melts behind Shane, his hold tightening around him has Shane complaining in the form of a groan.

Ryan doesn’t care one bit though, he’s purring loudly now, much deeper and powerful than Shane’s purrs normally are, considering he’s a panther. It must reverberate through Shane’s whole body because he relaxes, pressed into Ryan’s chest and head falling back on Ryan’s shoulder.

His hand finds Ryan’s, long fingers curling around his, lacing together and knocking their matching silver rings together in the process.

“You’re crushing me, dumbass.” Shane laughs, quietly, fondly, in contrast to his words.

“Mhm, don’t care.” Ryan hums, pressing a chaste kiss on Shane’s shoulder and hugging him even closer, to prove a point.

“Sure you don’t. Go on, suffocate your poor husband if that’s what I deserve! For being your faithful lover for years and—” Shane cuts himself off with another groan of complaint, attempting to turn out of Ryan’s arms when he has the audacity to wheeze into Shane’s neck.

Yeah, Ryan wouldn’t have it any other way.

#shyan #shyan fic #shyan fanfiction #skeptic believer #pantherverse #prompt fill #fanfiction #fanfictions #answered #asks #anon #anonymus #thank you so much for the prompt

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deathfrisbeeinthetardis · 4 years

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Dark is the Night, but You're Safe with Me

People seemed to like the first one I wrote Light on the Hill, so here’s a sequel, @q-unsolved I wrote a second one to the dream-inspired one :)

Summary:

They shoot a three-parter episode to get the fans familiar with Shane. The flashlight turns on a second time against Shane’s smile, and the dots connect in Ryan’s head. or What if they stayed the whole night.

Read below or find it on Ao3!

“I don’t think they have the power to turn it back on again frankly. I really think they don’t”

He doesn’t think he’s breathing at the moment, that’s how tense he is. His nails are digging into the rubber gip of the camera extension and the door handle is a sharp pressure in his side as he leans back as far as he could, away from the stupid kitchen counter and the stupid flashlight.

“Ryan?” Shane’s grinning, tone almost chiding as he knelt down to get a closer look. How the fuck was he not freaked out by this?

The flashlight turns on.

Ryan screams, of course he does, it’s a sensical response. Shane’s laugh rings out at the same time, face illuminated on one side by the glow of the maglight, eyes curving into crescent moons.

Something in the back of Ryan’s mind clicks. He knows those eyes. They belonged to the warmth on a cold streetside when he thought he was losing his mind, years ago. But this is Shane, has always been. And a demon just turned the flashlight on a second time.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ryan half yells as he crosses the short distance and sticks his face up against the innocent-looking flashlight, looking it over under the glare of his own. There has to be a tampered switch, remote control or something , anything that wouldn’t suggest a demon is here. Even though the whole point of their three-part trip was to find some evidence of the supernatural, he’s not sure he wants it now.

“Keep in mind that we have to spend the night here.” Shane says with a smirk, and yes, that is definitely his friend. No one knows how to get under his skin that well.

As if it wasn’t already enough, a metallic scraping noise behind him has Ryan whipping his head around, just in time to see the light cut a bright arc across the dark counter.

And yes, maybe what Shane says about the thing being cylindrical is a good point, but it doesn’t necessarily mean Ryan’s mind hasn’t already conjured about a thousand ways they could die if the demon can move a flashlight.

“It shouldn’t be rolling back and forth like that.” Eric says, and it really doesn’t help.

Ryan’s starting to regret bringing along the paranormal investigator. He had thought it would help since they didn’t know much about ghost hunting yet, but having even him get unsettled is just adding to Ryan’s panic.

“You should have never talked to it dude, what is wrong with you?!” The words come out harsher than he means, and Shane tilts his head a little. The act almost looks predatory.

When Shane lays down on the black splotch on the basement floor, Ryan is beginning to see a trend in how these sorts of supernatural investigations are going to go.

“Rock and roll buckaroo!” The dude is enjoying this way too much for his own good.

Ryan utters some mild protests that increase in intensity when Shane starts offering him up to the demon as well. The spot where the pentagram was supposed to be didn’t really bother him, it just looked like someone poured some questionable stuff on the concrete, or possibly even lit a few small bonfires. But he didn’t like how he felt in this house, and being in the basement is just adding an extra chunk of distance between him and the front door.

"The light’s on Ryan! Look at the light!“ Shane exclaims happily, finger pointing. On his part, Ryan’s brain is struggling to process the phenomenon without damaging his sanity.

Ryan bolts out of his seat cause there was no way he was staying near a spot of demon activity. The simultaneous movement of all three of their flashlight-holding hands plunges the room into a mess of light and stretched out silhouettes. Combined with the stress of the whole situation, Ryan was starting to lose confidence in his eyes.

Because for a split second as Shane fixes his gaze on the chair, it was like a piece of darkness extended from the edges of the room to engulf his face in shadow, his eyes looked almost entirely black.

“Demon, we got ‘em.” Shane’s looking at him with that mischievous curve to his mouth, and Ryan leans against a wall to slow his heartbeat. These investigations are going to give him a heart attack some day, what was he thinking when he signed up for this?

It makes you feel alive , his brain supplies, with a voice that sounds way too much like Shane.

Ryan sets up an extra camera on his side of the living room, cause if he was going to get demon-murdered for the internet, there’d better be footage of it that the crew can use to tell everyone.

He lies in his sleeping bag next to Shane, and gets struck with intermittent irritation when he hears his friend’s breathing smooth into light snores between sentences. Everything’s so quiet, and the lack of sensory input is getting to him. Living in LA means there is always someone making noise somewhere, music, traffic, the occasional scream or two.

Here in the suburbs in an empty house, there’s nothing.

They had turned the lights off, and the moon’s not having its brightest time through the windows, so most of the room blend together. Ryan’s neck muscles are on the verge of revolt with how he keeps craning his head to look around. Shapes keep popping up in his vision, and the rational part of him– that had done research on human eyes before the trip– knows that’s a signal from his eyes that he needs to chill out for a second, but he just can’t bring himself to.

One of the many cons of having an active brain, he can barely shut it off when he needs to. Maybe that’s a good thing, he thinks, at least he’ll see them coming.

“You won’t.”

“Wha-?” He sputters a little, the sudden interruption to the silence jolting him half out of his sleeping bag, a hand clutching at the little plastic bottle of Holy water. Its just Shane, looking up at him from where he lay, head pillowed on his hands. He couldn’t have just said that, that would be like, like mind reading. Had he missed a question from Shane?

He tries again, more coherent this time, “what do you mean?”

“You won’t see them coming, not here at least.”

Cold sweat is starting to break out across Ryan’s face, and the bottle in his hand crinkles. “Okay, what? I swear Shane if you’re fucking with me right now I’ll, I’ll kick your ass tomorrow.”

“Very scary, Bergara.” Shane shoots back, and Ryan groans, gently easing back down to the ground. His whole body is going to be sore tomorrow.

“Shut up Shane.”

He’s pretty sure he’s said that more times on this shoot than he has the past two years of knowing the man. It would seem that ghost hunting exacerbates Shane’s sarcasm and goof level. The fans are probably going to love it, which means they’ve gotta up the level even more. He stifles another groan and rubs his face with a hand.

“Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“How can you be sure?” Ryan’s never heard his voice that small, he’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t so scared.

“You know how.” Shane looks at him for a long time with the same smiling eyes and the smallest tilt to his mouth. It’s too much, the quiet and the fear and the listing familiarity of it all. Ryan shivers a little, and it has nothing to do with the chill.

“It’s you.” he breathes, and the memory of warmth and light dig its way into the forefront of Ryan’s mind.

“It is,” Shane’s still smiling softly. Ryan searches his eyes, bracing for a change, but they stay their normal brown. “It’s certainly a risky situation here, but you don’t have to worry, you’re safe with me.”

There is a part of Ryan’s brain that starts to freak out about the confirmation of the danger here, but the majority’s still reeling at this realization, and the strange not-changes they made to the situation. A glance at the red dot on the camera confirmed it’s existence. Good. He’s going to need footage of this to convince himself it wasn’t just a dream.

“Hey, come ‘ere.” Shane holds out an arm so Ryan can scoot closer, tentatively laying his head on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you Ryan, you knew all this existed and yet you’re still willing to explore, the bravery of the heart doesn’t falter.”

“And what about you? I mean, you can see it right?” He feels calm settle over him like a blanket, Shane’s hand on his shoulder a gentle pressure grounding him to reality.

“Oh yes, and let me tell you, it is one ugly fucker,” Shane chuckles under his breath, and Ryan could feel it rumble through his side, “I meant every word I said down there, we’re a package deal. If Sallie wants a piece of you, it’s gotta get through me first, and the demon’s got nothing on me, my friend.”

“You’re insufferable,” Ryan grumbles into Shane’s shoulder, but he finally manages to close his eyes against the dark room. The fear is still there, but it’s dulled, pushed back by whatever powers Shane wielded. He’ll deal with all of this tomorrow. He’ll talk to Shane, figure out what this meant, and come up with a plan.

The darkness doesn’t seem as threatening now.

They sleep there for the full night, a successful end to their three-part episode.

Coffee and some serious editing magic later, their watch count rockets through the roof, a rapidly increasing fanbase clamoring for more of the nuanced pairing of the skeptic and the believer.

Ryan finds himself smiling at Shane at the next desk, it’ll be a tough fight not to tell the world, now that he has a piece of evidence right at his side, but he can live with that.

Better the devil you know after all.

#this was what happened after I took a final #I had to destress somehow #demon shane #alex writes #Ghoul friends

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I don’t know if you’ve ever seen it, but in the first postmortem the boys do, Ryan says that Shane once told him that he [Shane] wants his last words to be “Keep Rolling.” Do you think you could write a fic based on that? I feel like your writing would be perfect for that style fic. If you don’t want to, I understand. I love you ❤️❤️

Originally, this was two fics. One was the answer to this prompt that I started to write almost TWO years ago that then morphed into a parallel story to Like You Want To Be Loved from Ryan’s POV, and the other was a birthday gift for @mercury-skies (I’m so sorry I missed the date!), but then I realized both were pretty similar and said, “fuck it, canon divergence”. Which… is what this is, lol. In this Canon Divergence kinda AU thing, Shane has had Obi since he moved to LA.

Dear Soph, I hope you like this little thingy. I’m so sorry it took so long, I hope your birthday was as wonderful as you. I love you, you are one of the reasons I’m in this fandom still, and one of my best friends. I hope to have you in my life for a thousand years.

PS: It’s not a parallel story to LYWTBL.

(Read on AO3)

I’ll Stick With You, Baby, For A Thousand Years

If you asked Ryan, it all started in the Sallie House.

He had known Shane for almost two years before he asked him to be part of Unsolved. There was a certain amount of nervousness when he did so, and a sweet and almost shy smile on Shane’s face when he said yes without looking at him, pretending to not be excited.

Ryan knew then it had been a good idea.

In that evil house, he confirmed this thought when he had ran out of the place with his blood rushing through his veins in hot waves, heart pounding crazy in his ears. He couldn’t hear anything but the million ways his brain had told him the demon inside the house was going to kill him if he kept messing with it in there, Shane’s juvenile laugh so far away now that Ryan wondered if he had imagined it.

At first, he also thought he was imagining the man coming out of the house in such a calm manner, it made Ryan feel even more uneasy. But his friend had approached him, asked if he was okay, and when he hadn’t gotten an answer, waited until Ryan was ready to look up at him a few seconds later.

“We have to get back inside, Ryan,” he had said and Ryan had shook his head no, no, no, never. “Look, I know you’re scared but this is our job now, man. We committed to this, we are gonna finish this together.”

“I don’t want to die…” he murmured. Shane chuckled but it didn’t really sound offensive to his ears. In a way, it made him feel a bit better that the man found all this so funny.

Shane was smiling, that was the trick that did it. He smiled at Ryan, bright and kind, finding Ryan’s fear endearing somehow and not shameful. His hands were on Ryan’s shoulders in a heartbeat, his face neutral as he spoke again.

“You are not gonna die, I won’t let that happen. None of us will.” He said. “You are already the bravest of us by deciding to walk in there earlier today, knowing that you believe in whatever could be there.”

“Are you admitting there’s a demon in the house?”

“I’m admitting nothing but the only truth we know for sure: you believe in it, it scares you, and yet you set foot there like a boss.” He smiled again, squeezing Ryan’s right shoulder. “In my book, you’ve already won against that bitch little girl.”

At the time, it had made him laugh. Ryan swallowed and nodded, readying himself to get back into the house when Shane’s hands cradled his face in his big hands. His heart stopped beating and for a second, Ryan wished Shane would kiss him.

The man looked at his face instead, as if searching for something Ryan wasn’t sure was in him. After a few seconds, he smirked.

“Let’s get back in there, little guy.” It was the first time he had called him that and it made Ryan want to listen to him forever. “Let’s finish this job.”

They had gone in there together, Shane behind him, ready to push him into the place if necessary but it wasn’t. Instead, Ryan had tried his best to not piss his pants and let Shane keep laughing in the face of danger like if he wasn’t scared for the soul of his friend.

Shane made things different, Ryan noticed, in a way he hasn’t witnessed before.

Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t believe that made him brave in Ryan’s eyes, screaming and laughing at empty spaces Ryan thought were filled with evil they couldn’t see. But Shane looked back at him, the tender smile of earlier and Mexico City, and San Jose, and that afternoon at work when he had popped the question, so sweet on his lips, making his face kinder and Ryan had to blink back unknown tears.

“You really are scared, aren’t you?” Shane asked him later as they laid down on the floor.

He had gotten his sleeping bag closer to Shane and the man had laughed, allowing him this as he was allowing him so much lately. Ryan said nothing to his question, thinking it unnecessary when it was so obvious what was happening to him.

Many shadows were taking strange shapes, windows seemed to get darker, and Shane came into view still with all the lights off. Ryan looked at him as the man got closer to Ryan and laid on his side, looking at him.

“Give me,” he said. Ryan frowned and realized he was offering him his hand. Shane was asking for his. “Give me that hand.”

Hesitant, Ryan moved his hand until it was on Shane’s. The man grabbed it like if he was trying to warm it up, keeping it against his in a firm grip without interlocking their fingers or doing anything else, just holding it. Shane sighed, licking between his lips before squeezing Ryan’s hand.

“Nothing you think may be out there is real.” He murmured, Ryan was already aware this was something they were getting cut for the video. “Nothing out there can hurt you, I promise you that.”

“You can’t do that.”

The man smiled. “Don’t contradict me, Bergara, never underestimate my competitiveness.”

Ryan couldn’t help but giggle at that, both of them were certainly assholes when it came to competing against others and against each other. In a way, it was one of the first things that attracted him to Shane, the way he seemed to encourage him into competing with him to be the best new thing in the office. It was insufferable and oddly motivational.

“I’ll keep you safe and alive just so I can say I told you so.”

“I bet you would.”

Shane’s eyes closed, he was still smiling as sleepiness started to call him back into its arms. Ryan swallowed as he thought of leaving again. But as if sensing his thought, Shane squeezed his hand.

“You are safe with me, angel.”

Somehow, it gave him the courage to stay until past the witching hour. Shane had laughed at his inability to stay for the rest of the night but had put his hand on his thigh as they drove away from the house, looking at him with a soft smile.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, and it rang in Ryan’s ears for the rest of the night. He was unable to sleep, even in the comfort of their hotel room.

He thought there, as he tossed around the mattress and the sheets, that Shane was some kind of handsome he hadn’t noticed before. He was cute, always has been. Funny and caring, protective in a way.

And he also had a girlfriend.

“I got one.” Shane said.

“Shoot!”

“What post-apocalyptic world is the most interesting you’ve seen in a movie?”

Ryan took a deep breath, thinking of his answer as he drove. They were alone in the car, the rest of the crew had taken their own rental with the excuse of wanting to sleep, “the truth is that you two never shut up”, Mark had told them. And Ryan was actually kind of be grateful for it. He enjoyed these 20 Questions sessions more than he cared to admit.

“Maybe Mad Max? I mean, it would be bananas to live in that!” he answered, and Shane chuckled at it. “Ugh, you’re going to say something pretentious like The Matrix or Terminator.”

“What’s pretentious about Terminator?!” Shane kept laughing, his eyebrows high and face surprised.

They laughed together a few more seconds before Shane answered. “My answer is kind of obscure, actually.”

“Holy shit.”

“But that’s not how 20 Questions goes, Ryan.”

“Shit, I don’t give a fuck.” He frowned, then rolled his eyes when he saw Shane looking at him with that shitty grin of his. “Okay then, same question for you.”

There was a shift in the air and Ryan wasn’t sure what to make of it, but Shane was suddenly serious, looking to the road outside the window.

“Children of Men.”

An obscure future for sure.

“Why?”

Shane smiled at him. “It’s my turn.”

“Oh, come on!”

The man giggled but cleared his throat before answering. “I think it’s something not so far away or impossible.” He said. “And I found it interesting, the way people reacted around the girl and her miraculous child.” Shane licked his lips and swallowed. “Hopeless world suddenly has hope in the form of a young lady and a baby…”

“I always thought it was kind of like the Jesus tale,” Ryan commented. “Mary was just a random young kid having the son of God, the hope that was promised.”

“Oh yeah, like obvious Christian imagery aside, it’s very interesting.”

Ryan sighed, the silence that followed felt oddly charged but none dared to break it. It felt sacred too, like if they had just shared something important and not just an opinion on a movie’s portrayal of the world after its end.

“You were raised Christian, right?” Shane asked suddenly.

“Catholic,” he murmured. “Even went to a Catholic school, and Grandma Bergara made sure to remind me every Sunday why I shouldn’t wake up early that day. Church ain’t that fun.”

Shane said nothing for a few seconds, then asked: “You think believing in ghost has something to do with your faith?”

Ryan frowned, thinking about his answer again. It was his turn to ask, but Shane’s question tickled in his brain as he thought over his family, the exchange in cultures, all that spiritualism he had absorbed over the years.

He had been a non-believer of the supernatural in his early teens, but had faith. Ryan wasn’t sure if it was actually something he grew up to have or was something he had picked from his parents. Regardless, he wasn’t a religious person but he had faith.

“Maybe,” he finally said. “I have faith there’s something else after death. Sometimes souls don’t pass on and stay here.”

“What about demons and all that, Ryan?”

“Well…” His hands were sweating on the steering wheel, Ryan swallowed before answering again. “If there’s good, there’s evil. One can’t exist without the other.” He repeated what his grandmother once told him. “Why are you asking me this?”

Shane looked at him as if he had been caught doing something wrong. His eyes were wide open and his eyebrows were up again. He recovered soon, clearing his throat and sitting straighter on his seat.

“Well, I don’t believe in any of that. I get curious.”

Ryan looked at him for a few seconds, then back at the road.

“So you’re saying, you don’t have faith?” Ryan asked, Shane blinked. “I mean, not like a religion or something. But, just faith that there may be more.”

“No, I guess I don’t,” he murmured.

There were a million other things Ryan wanted to ask him. Even after so many years, he still had so many questions for the man, and he hoped the roads never ended for them, for their little show to keep giving them excuses to leave town and experience all this together.

In that moment, though, Ryan changed the subject by keeping their previous game with more questions about movies and simpler, sillier things.

Shane’s words still echoed in his head as they kept going and the night approached with their arrival to the hotel. Tomorrow they would be working, but tonight they still had a few minutes to spare with each other, laying together on the same bed of their double room.

“I would really like to believe in something, you know?” Shane said, one arm over his forehead as he looked at the ceiling. “Wrap myself into it, find something beyond what is said and done.”

“Why?”

There was no answer for him, just Shane’s eyes piercing Ryan’s soul as he seemed to be looking for something on his face again. It was then that his free hand moved, fingers holding Ryan’s chin up as Shane kept watching.

“Because it’s terrifying to live in a world so still!” he suddenly said with enough goofiness to distract anyone from the grey shadow that had appeared over him. Ryan blinked a couple of times. “If there’s something else aside from the things we know, well, I gotta know too! Wouldn’t that be something?”

“Yeah.” Ryan answered after a pause. “I guess it would.”

The silence that followed made him think of Shane these past months they’ve spent together, travelling for their show and how it had become theirs after it had been his for what felt like an eternity. Make no mistake; Brent had been a good host, one of his best friends still. But the man was never as present as Shane seemed to be now, so involved and worried for it to be as perfect as possible.

Shane, the perfectionist. Going behind Ryan to edit better, giving him so many great ideas that Ryan didn’t know how else to credit him other than to name him co-parent of this little project that was becoming popular. He wondered for a moment where would Unsolved take them, if it was going to become a monster or an angel.

“I really wanna see a ghost, Ryan.” Shane said suddenly, making him look back to find Shane sitting on the bed. “You better prove me wrong.”

It felt like a promise.

“Oh, you’ll eat your words, sir,” he said, and Shane smiled at him. “You’re gonna kiss my ass soon, we are so gonna get something one of these days.”

They laughed together; it seemed like they were always laughing together about the same shit. Their laughter was bright and obscure, and sometimes it made other people wonder what was it. Maybe that was their own ghost, the thing only they could see.

Shane’s fingers caressed the tip of Ryan’s nose out of nowhere, and he blinked as he saw him wink and stand from the bed, walking towards the bathroom without saying any other words.

He had never seen him act this way with anyone else but his girlfriend. Ryan wondered if he was this open with his closer friends, if Ryan could consider himself one of them now.

Back then, he wondered so many things that it felt like a never ending game of 20 Questions.

When Ryan first admitted he was in love, Shane was single and drunk in New Orleans.

Each city they visited fell into their laps in a way he had never experienced before, like each place had been waiting for them. Ryan knew it was in part because they cheated shamelessly and chose places were they could visit other touristy ends, have a good dinner with the crew, and sleep well when they weren’t covered in webs and dust.

But New Orleans had magic in the air, on its people, and around each corner.

They had partied with their crew and for the first time, Ryan felt like they were going to be friends forever. He had known these people for years now, but that night, when that they cheered together and promised each other another year of spooks and bad mornings, he just knew.

Warm beer had never tasted so good.

By the time they made it to their room, they were drowned in laughter, trying to carry each other to their respective beds. They ended laying together on Shane’s, laughing at their inability to stand and walk, drunk out of their minds with Ryan pretended touching Shane wasn’t making him combust on the spot.

He remembered little bisexual Ryan watching his crush play football in high school, how he thought Rod had looked so good under the sun and he would never like anyone else ever. Not the way he had liked Rodrigo that summer when he was fourteen. Time made him braver, steps were given, confessions were made, hearts were broken, and time kept going by.

Now he was looking at Shane, kind and brilliant Shane, who was always smiling and looking out for him. Who was very available now, bathed in neon blue light with his cheeks and nose red, eyes closed before they finally opened and looked at Ryan.

Ryan wished he could take a picture of this. The way Shane was looking at him like there wasn’t anywhere else in the world he wanted to be and no one else in his life he wanted to be with. It made his heart suddenly turn, find a home in his crush that was no longer just a crush.

It couldn’t be. Not when Ryan was sure he would bare himself to this man and reveal his deepest secrets if he wanted, when he would sacrifice everything in exchange for just having Shane’s happiness and he would be grateful. Just like that, he blinked tears away, and he was in love.

His lips parted, but no words were spoken. Shane just looked at him, into his eyes, for what felt like forever, until his eyes started to move around his face as he so often did. Ryan licked his lips and Shane’s eyes were on them immediately.

“I wanna kiss you, angel.”

“Uh, okay.”

“I won’t,” he said. Ryan frowned and felt his heart tense. “We’re drunk, I don’t want to spoil our first kiss like that.”

“Oh.” And just like that, his heart was beating fast. Happy. “I wouldn’t mind…”

“I would. Big time.” He smiled. “It has to be perfect, Ry.” Shane said, putting one hand on Ryan’s cheek. “Like you.”

He wanted to cry, instead he chuckled and watched as Shane fell asleep with his hand on his face. He wasn’t sure when he had succumbed to dreams, but he woke up to Shane gone, from the bed and their room, and the sun burning his eyes like tears.

“Here’s a new one.” Ryan said as they drove to the theater. “Ideally speaking…”

“Mhm.” Shane exclaimed, listening.

“How would you like to die?”

“Ugh, getting dark already and we haven’t even eat anything,” the man said, making both of them laugh as he waited for an answer. “I guess asleep, right? We all want that, the less trouble the better.”

“Just asleep?”

“Sure.”

“No old age? Just any time is fine, laid down on the bed and pggghhh– dead.”

“What the fuck was that? Pgggh?” Shane laughed, Ryan smiled as he finally saw the mall building and the slightly small line to enter the parking lot. “Oh man, you already know the answer. Old age is fine, though I’ve been feeling fifty since I was fifteen.”

The car filled with laughs, and they stayed in comfortable silence while Ryan looked around the lot to park. He sighed, reminded himself to be cool, he didn’t need to scare off Shane already on their first non-official date. He wanted to ask him if this movie thing was in fact a date, or if he had dreamed what happened in New Orleans.

But ever since that night, Shane had been especially attentive with him. And Ryan was no liar, he well loved the coffee in the morning, the good night texts, Shane’s jacket around his shoulders when they walked around like a pair of old men in the afternoon.

Yet, he didn’t have the guts or the will to deal with the answer being no. Ryan reminded silent.

“My turn,” Shane said when Ryan finally parked, he nodded and waited for the question. “What would you like your last words to be?”

“Oh boy.” His eyebrows moved on its own, already thinking of the answer for such a hard question.

“‘Oh boy’?” Shane’s own eyebrows went high, Ryan shook his head and the man laughed. “What? Are you going to be, like, killed by aliens or something?”

“Why aliens? You are watching The X Files again, don’t you?” he frowned, killing the engine as he looked at Shane, whose eyes had closed and become moons as he giggled like a child. “Fuck, I should have never told you about my crush on Mulder.”

“You like spooky boy!”

“Oh my god, I’m on ninth grade again…”

“I was totally your type in ninth grade, though. A giant nerd.” He answered, the comment made Ryan’s heart beat faster.

“Jesus, that would be like– illegal, you know?” He reminded him. “I was a tiny child, you were a teen and a half!”

“Oh!” Shane seemed to remember. “Holy shit, I’m older!” His hand went to his mouth, he shook his head no and looked at him. “Christ, I’m glad we met as adults. Jesus.”

Ryan smiled at him and sighed before going back to the actual subject they were discussing previous to their latest branch in the conversation. “I think… I don’t know, man. I try not to think of me dying, it gives me… anxiety and stuff.”

“Uh, anxiety and stuff.” Shane repeated. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I think I will have to think about this one for a while and then I’ll get back to you.”

Shane smiled at him. He had unfasted the safety belt but hadn’t made any move to get out of the car. They still had a few minutes to spare, so Ryan said nothing and waited.

“I would like my last words to be something positive,” Shane said, and Ryan nodded, trying not to think of a world were Shane wasn’t there. “‘Keep going.’ Something like that.”

Ryan smiled again, his heart was feeling trapped inside his chest and he didn’t like the sensation. There were walls around him, caging him in the deep, dark and cold sea. If he kept thinking about it, about Shane dying, he would–

“I guess leaving this world on a positive note would be good,” Ryan said, hoping Shane wouldn’t notice the anxiety this small conversation had already given him. “Let’s go, big guy. I want to buy us the biggest popcorn they allow us to.”

Shane chuckled, opening his door and following him into the darkness of the parking lot, the noise of the city and the people walking around in their own private worlds. They walked side by side, the silence a bit forced. Ryan licked his lips, thinking of small conversation before he felt warm fingers on his.

Looking down at his hand, he saw Shane’s own taking it like he did a year ago in Kansas. Back then, he hadn’t interlocked their fingers as he was doing now, and it made Ryan look up at him to find him staring nervously at nothing in particular, front and nowhere else.

Ryan smiled, giving Shane’s hand a gentle squeeze. The silence felt warm even when his friend was too tall to hold hands like normal people do.

Normal was something he didn’t dare to be ever since he left college. It wasn’t what Ryan was, he guessed. And with Shane, he was just real.

He wasn’t sure when one date became many. Ryan wasn’t about to question it, though, he sure as hell was more than happy to keep going with Shane everywhere.

The man took his hand, let him put an arm around his waist or interlock his arm to Shane’s while walking, and it all felt natural, like if they had been destined to be like this since before they met.

When he got that sappy, Ryan knew he needed to kiss Shane soon and call him his boyfriend sooner. Time had been nice to them and it was time for that payoff he had been waiting since New Orleans earlier that year.

Little after they started to film season 3 of Supernatural, things changed.

The rain had caught them on their way to Shane’s apartment building after they had found parking on the side.

After the movies, they had gone to dinner and argued about Shane paying more than Ryan had on the cinema earlier the day. Ryan had lost the argument for the time being, but it didn’t matter if it let him see Shane smile, make him look all smug and charming.

When they entered the lobby, the desk guy gave them a once over and sighed, making them laugh again before Ryan put on his tiptoes and ruffled Shane’s hair, drops going in all directions and making things worse. But the man smiled at him, sweet and open, looking so young it only made Ryan wish they could have this forever, that he could enjoy this man as he was for the longest time.

He kept thinking of a life like this, in which they got together to the same place after a long day of work. Where they could leave their shoes behind the fridge to dry them and their wet clothes spread around the bathroom to then wear comfy pants and old t-shirts, share a cozy bed that smelled of Shane and his chocolate shampoo.

“I can take the cou–”

“Nope,” Shane told him, pushing him in the direction of his bedroom.

He also had a spare room. None of them mentioned it either.

Shane’s room was a world of its own. Like the rest of his apartment, it had movie posters here and there, books and toys, collection worthy items of shows and films he loved, and his silent cat Obi in the corner, hidden on his Amazon box where Ryan couldn’t reach him.

“He’ll come along, don’t worry,” Shane told him, patting the space at his side on the bed. “I’m not gonna bite you, Ry.”

“Jesus.” Ryan laughed, feeling his cheeks warmth. Once on the bed, he saw Obi peek out the box to watch them settle under the sheets together. “He’s watching us…”

“He’ll come later and sleep over my head. Maybe yours!”

“Uh…” Ryan blinked, hoping the shot he got for his allergies last week worked as it should. “Let’s hope you don’t have to drive me to the hospital in the middle of the night.”

“I can take him out, it’s no problem,” Shane assured him, frowning at the thought of Ryan’s allergies reacting bad around him.

Ryan smiled at him. “It’s okay,” he said. “First, I got that damn shot and it better work because it actually hurt like a motherfucker. Two, it’s been years since I last reacted badly to being exposed to cat hair, so I don’t think it will be bad. If so, just a few sneezes. I can take those sneezes.”

“Are you sure?” Shane asked, still very serious, and so very close to Ryan’s face.

“Yeah. This is his house, I’m the visitor,” he answered, giving the same thought he always has regarding his dogs. Shane smiled at him this time, taking his chin with his fingers.

“Shane?”

“You’ll be a good stepfather,” he murmured, Ryan swallowed visibly but only nodded. Shane’s fingers moved, his palm now over Ryan’s cheek and he leaned into it, sharing a smile with Shane. “I got it now.”

“What?”

“‘Keep rolling.’” he said. Ryan frowned and moved his head a little, trying to understand what the man was talking about. “What I would like my last words to be.”

“Oh.”

“No, hear me out.” He laid down, making Ryan lay at his side. His hand was still on his face, fingers caressing his cheek lovingly.

Ryan didn’t had the heart to tell him he didn’t like this conversation, that he had forgotten all about it in the months they had been getting this close and wasn’t looking forward to being anxious on Shane’s bed when it was his first time here. But Shane looked happy as they were, smiling at Ryan as he caressed his cheek gently.

“I either become the next David Fincher,” Ryan laughed at that, knowing exactly where this was going. “Or die by a demon’s paw on location, and you better keep rolling.”

“God, don’t say that!” Ryan begged, feeling his throat close like that time months ago when they had first gone out and talked about this. “I would never let you die on location. Or ever.”

“You are not gonna let me die?” Shane smiled, his thumb caressed Ryan’s skin with care. It made Ryan sigh. “Do you plan on keeping me forever, Bergara?”

If there was a double meaning to this, Ryan took it, nodding without finding his voice to say something else. Maybe something romantic, confess his feelings and how he had them for so long. Instead, Shane’s forehead leaned on his and they shared the same air, his warm breath making Ryan want to close his eyes and lean into those lips.

“I’ll stick with you, you know,” Shane said. Ryan nodded again and this time, he closed the distance between them.

Shane wanted a perfect kiss, he had told him that in New Orleans months ago. If the two of them smelling of rain and Shane’s aftershave, nested on his sheets as his cat purred somewhere on the pillows over their heads wasn’t the perfection he was looking for, then Ryan was willing to spend the rest of his life searching for it as long as it let him kiss those lips.

He softly moved against Shane’s mouth as the man moaned between them, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Both his hands were now on Ryan’s face, cradling it gently as they kissed ever so slowly, almost scared of somehow ruining the other, like the other was a precious crystal to be kept untouched.

But they were free to touch each other, and Ryan’s hands were reminded of this as he sank his fingers into Shane’s hair while his other hand traveled down his back, and up again, until it went to his waist and held him there to never let him go.

Their lips made a wet sound when they went apart, Ryan’s eyes still closed, unable to come back to a reality where he wasn’t tasting Shane’s mouth. The man’s soft laugh made him finally open his eyes and find him staring back at Ryan with that spark in his eyes, the same one he had seen so many times before, that many people were noticing in their videos and their Instagram posts.

“I guess that’s a yes?” Shane murmured, Ryan chuckled and rolled his eyes, pecking his lips one, two and three times before kissing him long again, more passionate this time. “Such a good kisser, I knew you were gonna rock my boat.”

“Oh, I’m rocking it. I’m rocking it alright. All night if I can.”

Shane’s smile widened, his face getting pink. “Keep rolling, angel.”

If Ryan was dreaming, he better never woke up.

The morning after he spent the night at Shane’s, he woke up before the man. He watched him sleep for a few seconds, having to get out bed when Obi kept looking at him as if judging him for being a creep. Ryan gave it to the cat, he was maybe being weird, but Shane looked so peaceful and content, it was hard to look away.

He used the bathroom, dressed up in Shane’s button down from last night and his own boxers, and left the room for the kitchen, Obi right behind him, meowing his gratefulness as he ran to the little home office where Ryan knew his scratcher was.

Obi scratched at his toy, the sound filling the apartment in the early morning of the best weekend of Ryan’s life, and he decided right then that he could get used to this and be happy forever.

What had started so long ago felt like it was coming to a friendly end, a thing that initiated something else. Ryan supposed his grandma was right, and every ending, happy or sad, is just a new beginning and this one had left him with purple and reddish marks on his neck, hand prints on his hips, beard burns where only he could see and feel, and a happy smile on his face.

He sighed, very much aware of how he knew Shane’s kitchen as if it were his own, how Shane liked his coffee and what kind of breakfast he liked to have.

Today was going to be a great morning, no matter what.

Ryan never thought people would pick up on his closeness with Shane by such small things like saying– okay, yeah. Maybe that wasn’t so common, right? To know what your friend wanted his last words to be? He blinked a couple of times, scrolling down the comments section of their first ever Q & A video for their Unsolved episodes.

This had been one of Shane’s strokes of genius, a small video answering questions and comments for each video they got out on Friday. It wasn’t strange at all that management had liked the idea and greenlight it for them to film every Monday to go online on Wednesday.

Looking at the comments, wondering what people would say of their newest addition, Ryan never thought he would encounter praise for their friendship, “they really are that close”, and well. He arched an eyebrow. He would expect so, seeing this was the man he was sleeping with now.

“Stop doing that to yourself,” he heard at his side, Ryan turned to see Shane still driving, looking in front instead of him. “I see you, stop torturing yourself with the comments sections. That’s a strange place and you know it.”

“I just wanted to know what they thought of the Post Mortem thing.”

“You can tell the intern to have a look at that.” He smiled, looking at Ryan for a few seconds before turning his eyes to the road again.

Ryan sighed, leaning his head on the window as he watched Shane drive, an unusual image that felt like some sort of dream to him. One that came true, he noted. His reality couldn’t be happier now, even if they weren’t ready to put it everywhere on social media yet.

“They say we’re really close.”

“Well, seeing we have dick appointments with each other, I would hope so.”

He chuckled, their laughs echoing in the car before they sank into comfortable silence.

That day had been actually good. They had gotten the green light on their idea to go to England, have some episodes of Unsolved over there, and enjoy vacations after. It meant not only another step on their growing show, but a step in their relationship.

Vacations with Shane to another country, now that they were together… boy, maybe the fact that they were such good friends before getting into each other’s skin the way they had done was a good thing. It took off some of the initial doubts and awkwardness, let him dive into domesticity and couple life as soon as possible.

“We are really close,” Shane said while they waited on a red light. Ryan looked at him. The man smiled when he looked back. “I don’t think anyone knows me like you do.”

“Oh, come on…” he said with a huge grin, face feeling warm. “I already suck your cock, no need to say those things.”

Shane chuckled and shook his head. “You little shit, I mean it!”

Ryan laughed, leaving his phone aside and looking as Shane’s face turned bright, his happy expression ever so beautiful on him, and it made Ryan feel proud to know he had put that face on him. He sighed as Shane drove again, closer to his apartment now.

“Ry?” he called him. Ryan looked back and waited. “When was the last time you were in your apartment?”

His face felt warmer. If he hadn’t blushed before, he sure was now.

“I, I can take a Lyft–”

“No, no.” Shane looked at him for a couple of seconds, then back to the road. “In fact, you don’t have to go back anymore if you don’t want to.” He said, Ryan’s eyes opened wide. “You know?”

“Shane…”

“I’m saying, come live with me. Us.” He said, smiling at him when they stopped on another red light. “I’m sure Obi would love to have you there officially.”

Ryan blinked a couple of times, heart pounding in his chest as he thought of his initial question. When was the last time he was in his own apartment? He couldn’t even remember. And he didn’t have to.

Looking up at Shane, Ryan nodded with a big smile.

“I would love to, big guy.”

“Great!”

The light turned green, and they kept going, closer to home.

“I’m just saying, people know I love you,” Shane said and Ryan looked at him immediately, eyes wide open. But the man kept scrolling down his Twitter feed, distracted. “I don’t think it would be a bad idea for us to just… Get out there and say it.”

“Shane,”

“I guess neither of us are out of the closet online, but it’s not like if we have been hiding all this time. Have we?” He finally put the phone down, looking at Ryan with a frown.

He blinked a couple of times, watching Shane act like if he hadn’t just drop a bomb on them with such simple words. It wasn’t even the ‘coming out online’ shit that was about to give him a headache, but the copious amount of times Ryan was to overthink Shane confirming he loved him that had left him mute.

Shane arched an eyebrow, looking behind him, then back at Ryan who was still pretty much in shock. He left his phone of the coffee table and cradle Ryan’s face as he often did.

“Ry?”

“You, you said–”

The man blinked, unaware of what was going on. He seemed to be thinking about it, probably going through their previous conversation to understand why Ryan was so still, so into his head to even talk.

Shane’s eyes widened and he looked about ready to panic for just a few seconds, but it was all replaced with a huge grin and that shine in his eyes that melted Ryan in the spot.

“People do know I love you.”

Ryan’s face felt warm, he wondered what color he was blushing. Shane kept smiling at him, caressing his cheeks before kissing him softly, the cat purring somewhere on Ryan’s back, probably rolling his eyes at them being like this once again in his presence, right in front of his whiskas.

He wanted to yell at himself, so easily distracted from the moment with every thought that passed his head, every sound outside their bubble. Ryan was nervous, Shane chuckled against his lips after he barely responded, probably aware he was just… so anxious for nothing.

“Do you know I love you?” Shane asked, his voice sounding so soft, it made Ryan swallow.

“I… I don’t know… I do now?”

Shane chuckled again, this time getting closer to Ryan’s face to kiss his forehead. Shane hugged him, letting Ryan lean his head on his shoulder. The vibrations of his laugh made him look up, clearing his throat before cradling Shane’s face.

The man smiled at him.

“I love you,” Ryan murmured. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

“Mmm.” The man smiled. “I know.”

Ryan laughed, he could easily slap Shane for Han Solo-ing him, but there was just– his eyes and the way he was kissing him, how far they had come. Ryan kissed him softly, deepening the kiss as soon as he could, pushing the man to lay into the couch with him on top.

“Scoundrel.”

Shane smiled, pecking his lips once before finally, finally saying: “I love you too, sweetheart.”

If you asked Ryan, things started in the Sallie House.

That night, his attraction to Shane made itself notice in the way Ryan’s heart kept beating fast as the man held his hand between them, laying on the floor as he tried to sleep again. He had taken the footage from the final cut of the video, never spoke about it with the man until years later, when they were more than friends and had started to live together.

Watching it now, how young they were and how much was ahead, it made him smile.

“We were so fucking obvious, holy shit.” Shane murmured at his side, looking through cut footage from many episodes of their show. “You think people will be like ‘we been knew’ when they see this?”

“I think half of the internet already has, Shane.” He conceded. It had been a hilarious couple of years with fans and homophobes alike saying the weirdest, sometimes amazing things on their every platform. “But I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“Ryan, why did you never tell me that you can see my hard on during Goatman’s Bridge?” Shane asked instead, serious with a shine in his eyes that made Ryan’s whole body shiver. “This is the kind of cut shit you should show me more often, angel.”

“You are into such weird shit…” Including him, Ryan wanted to add. Ryan bit his bottom lip, waiting for Shane to answer.

When it didn’t come, he looked up from the tiny video they were doing to “officially” announce their relationship. Shane wasn’t on his side of the bed, and when Ryan looked around to find him, the man had taken away his laptop and tugged at his heels to get him under his body.

“What are you doing, you weirdo?” Ryan asked between laughs, Shane winked at him.

“You know what else is mine aside from that bridge?”

“Oh my God. No, no, get out! We have work to do!”

“You.” He smirked. “You are mine, baby. Until death do us apart. And maaaaybe beyond, right? If your faith can guide us there.”

He felt his cheeks blush, Shane’s smile was too sweet for someone who was about to bone his boyfriend a second time that day. Ryan rolled his eyes, smiling at him when Shane brushed his crotch with his, already getting hard in his pants.

“You are so fucking corny.”

“Horny, baby. Horny.”

If you asked Ryan, this was the start of the golden years of their lives together.

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#shyan #shyan fic #skeptic believer #mercury-skies #shyanlibrary #nini got mail #answered prompts #mine #my fanfics #otp: we took an oath #Anonymous #bfu #fanfictions #gifted fics #soph tag

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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

(Gif not mine)

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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fdsfdsfdsfdgfrq3tse · 5 years

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queliot buzzfeed unsolved au

so first off, they don’t work for buzzfeed because fuck buzzfeed but q is basically ryan and el is shane

margo is their producer

also q and el live together and in same apartment complex as margo and her fen who are dating

q is always terrified on investigations and el thinks its the cutest thing

el is a skeptic and makes fun of q for his belief in the supernatural

the channel originated from a project they did in college and they had so much fun with it they kept doing it and it quickly gained popularity

they are SO flirty in every video ever and people are so confused because q and el say they aren’t dating but then they go and act like that

margo is the most sick of their flirting

q is in love with el but is afraid to say something because he thinks el is wayyy out of his league

el is in love with q but won’t say anything because he thinks q is straight (despite mago’s insistence that he is not “have you seen the way that boy sits? there is no way he is straight?)

eliot’s favorite thing is when q goes off about a theory he finds it so adorable and could listen to q talk about theories for hours (q talking about a theory is like q talking about fillory)

their fans ship them so much

el LOVES reading fic about them but q blushes profusely whenever he does (totally not why eliot loves it)

q secretly watches all the shippy fanvids of them because he finds them cute and when he sees the way el looks at him he thinks maybe maybe el loves him back

they get together when q falls through a floor on an investigation and hits his head HARD

el rushes down to q and freaks when he sees q is bleeding BAD

el hold q’s head still in his lap while holding a towel (they carry first aid kits with them) to the wound and calls an ambulance

q insists he’s fine but he is obviously not

el is freaking out and just starts rambling to keep q awake

“you gotta stay awake, okay q. you’re gonna be fine. hey remember that time when those kids were investigating the same place as us and scared the shit out of us? that was funny. hey, stay with me, you’re gonna be fine. you have to be okay q because i love you and i can’t lose you”

“wait, wait, you.. you love me?”

“uh, oh shit did i say that out loud? well, yeah, um, i love you.”

q reaches up and puts a hand on els cheek

“i love you too”

and then q pulls him down for a kiss much to intense for an injured man

and el pulls away to say this but before he can get the words out q passes out

el freaks out EVEN MORE but luckily the paramedics arrive

they don’t get in trouble or anything because they had a permit to be and film there

they tell him only family can come so el tells them q is his fiancé so he can ride in the ambulance

they get to the hospital but el can’t go back with him

he sits in the waiting room, still freaking out, and realizes he should call margo

“hey bambi”

“is everything okay? you guys are supposed to be shooting right now.”

“uh, well, no everything isn’t okay. q fell through a floor and hit his head pretty bad and now were at the hospital”

“oh my god, el”

“i know, i know.”

“is he okay”

“i don’t know they haven’t said anything yet”

“okay el, i’m on my way. and el, he’ll be okay.”

before margo gets there, a nurse calls him back

when he gets to q’s room a doctor is there and tell him that q has three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion, but is otherwise fine

“he’ll wake up soon, the pain meds we gave him are keeping him asleep. and, sir, your fiancé was very lucky, it could have been a lot worse”

“my… right. my fiancé. uh thank you, doctor”

the doctor leaves and its just q and el

el pulls the chair in the room up next to q’s bed and holds his hand

“you gotta be okay q, i can’t do this without you need to wake up”

el doesn’t know what else to say so he just sits there, holding q’s hand, rubbing his thumb over q’s knuckles

margo arrives and el doesn't realize until she lets out a gasp.

“oh my god, he’s so banged up”

“i know, the doctor said it could have been so much worse”

“so he’s okay?”

“mostly, but he has three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a pretty bad concussion”

“holy shit”

it’s quiet for a bit before margo notices el is crying

she puts an arm around him and pull him awkwardly into her side over the chair armrest

“he’s fine el. he’ll wake up soon.”

margo stays as long as she can but she has to go home because her and fen have something they need to do

q wakes up and the first thing he notices is el holding his hand

“el?” he croaks out

“q? q! oh my god, you’re okay” el says and pages a nurse

“of course i’m okay” q says with a soft smile and squeezes el’s hand

a nurse comes in and seeing that q is awake she says “ah glad to see your awake, your fiancé here was worried sick”

el turns BRIGHT RED

“my wha-” q starts to say but el cuts him off

“i’m glad he’s awake too, i don’t know what i’d do without him” el rushes out

they sit in silence until the nurse leaves

“so i, uh, kinda told the paramedics i was your fiancé so i could ride in the ambulance with you” el stutters out not even looking at q

“we went from making out on the floor of a dirty abandoned hospital to being engaged. don’t you think we’re moving a little fast.” q says with a small laugh

eliot laughs with him and squeezes his hand

“so did you mean what you said? that you love me?” q says and this time he’s the one not looking at the other

“of course i did, q. how could i not love you.”

“i don’t know, there’s not much to love about me”

el is so taken aback because how can q, who is so amazing and kind and beautiful, think that??

“hey, there is so much to love about you. you’re smart and so nice and you’re one of the most passionate people i’ve ever met and you care so much about your friends it’s astounding. you’re honestly one of the greatest people i’ve ever met”

they’re both crying by the end of that

“i really wanna kiss you again but i can’t move so you have to come down to me because if i don’t kiss you now i might actually die” q says and el is happy to give into his request

q is released the next day and as much as the wanna do… stuff, they can’t because q’s injuries so they just make out a lot

when margo finds out they’re together she is SO HAPPY

their flirting only gets more intense in videos and so does their pda and they are sick of hiding their relationship so they decide to tell their fans

they tell them by making a conspiracy video about their relationship

“in this video, we will discuss the theory that eliot and i are dating.”

“not much to discuss since we are literally in a relationship.”

“bet you didn’t see that coming!”

“q, everybody saw it coming. the only person that didn’t know i was in love you was you.”

“shut up” “make me”

q pulls el into a kiss and that’s how the video ends

the internet goes INSANE

q and eliot immediately become a disgustingly adorable instagram couple

margo comments “gross” on every single picture of them being slightly affectionate (she also says it when they’re affectionate in real life)

one night when they’re laying in bed el, starts cracking up and q is like “what’s so funny??”

“i just realized, you literally fell for me” el says and just laughs harder

“oh my god” q says and starts laughing just as hard

eventually when they calm down q says “but just so you know, i fell for you way before then”

“hmm, really” el says and starts kissing q’s neck

“yup. i probably fell for you when we finished that first video back in undergrad”

q can feel el gasp against his neck

“well, that’s good”

“why is it good”

el pulls away from q’s neck and looks him in the eye “because that’s about the time i fell for you”

before q can say anything, el gives him a kiss that makes him forget his own name

#queliot #the magicians #quentin coldwater #eliot waugh #this is so long but enjoy!!#i could not get it out of my head #my stuff

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sam-i-am-27 · 6 years

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The Haunting and Killings of Iplier Manor

Summary: Mark Iplier Manor has always been a subject of great mystery and a possible investigation for Ryan and Shane. So when they finally go, thinking it’ll just be another ‘haunted’ home, they are in for a real surprise...

Word Count: 3,854

Thank you to my amazing editor, Jay, aka @pastel-and-gore. They are an amazing human bean who deserves the world! I can’t believe they can put up with my multiple doc bullshit and continue to edit but I am so grateful for them doing this. I literally cannot say thank you enough, my dude.

A/N: This is not a script. This is how I believe the experience Ryan and Shane would have in the manor would go if they visited. The reason not everything Also, everything in bold would be where the visuals would be and is the ‘script’ that Ryan wrote.

“I don’t like this, Shane. Like really don't like this,” Ryan said, looking up at the Manor they'd be covering in this new video. The sense of death hung in the air, something Ryan had felt at almost every single place they've filmed, but it never got easier to experience. It was even worse here, the air was so heavy that it was almost tangible.

“You say that everywhere we go,” Shane argued, glancing at the door and patio.

“Yeah, but none of the places has so many sales and ownership transfers for the same reason!” he sighed. “Let's just get some daytime, outdoor shots and then get inside. We’re doing this alone, remember? The landlords didn’t want to ‘risk’ more than two people at a time. And that’s something that’s already a horrible thought.”

“Whatever dude. His loss,” Shane said, turning on his camera and walking to the left.

As Ryan walked around the house, the mere sight of it gave him chills. Not because it was creepy, but because it wasn't. While weeds and grass were overgrown in the nearby gardens, the house remained very intact, only the occasional chipped brick or vine. Other than that, it was in perfect condition. The mansion itself was confusing and he felt like he was walking in circles. Was that chessboard always there? How many times had he passed by the pond-sized pool?

When he finally caught up with Shane, he felt thoroughly dizzy.

“Dude there’s a golf course and a giant chessboard!” his friend said, holding a few of their lights.

“Yeah, I saw it. Multiple times,” Ryan muttered, glancing at the setting sun. “Let's get inside before it gets too dark.”

Opening the door and walking inside was just as unnerving as walking outside. The door hinges barely creaked and the wood floor was completely unmarked, except to the right of the entrance.

“Murderers! We’re here for a murder!”

“Shut up, let’s just go inside,” Ryan said, rushing in behind Shane.

“Hey check out this mirror,” Shane said, pointing his camera at a broken mirror on the other side of the foyer.

“Yeah, there was a bit of shooting in the house during the time it was occupied. A bullet must have hit it,” Ryan snapped. “Let's just find a place to set up.”

Twenty minutes later, they had situated their equipment, Ryan's heart was still pounding in fear. Where had that very obvious and close lightning come from on such a clear night?

“Ryan, come on. Do it for the folks at home!” Shane said, patting him on the back. Ryan sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, let's do this shit and get out of here.”

They sat down in front of the rolling cameras and Ryan held up three fingers. Then two. One.

“This week on a special episode of Buzzfeed: Unsolved, we cover the mysterious hauntings and deaths within the Northern California home, Markiplier Manor,” he narrated. “Not only is this house reportedly haunted by dozens of real estate agents who have tried to sell it to new owners, but apparently, it is the sight of one of the cruelest, most motivated and quite frankly, one of the strangest killings we’ve ever covered.”

“Well I don’t know if this is true or not, so I’m holding back all judgement,” Shane said.

“Well other than you don’t believe that it’s haunted.”

“Obviously.”

Ryan laughed and sat back up straight. “Anyways, we’re investigating the hauntings and killings…” No lightning. “The killings of Mark Iplier Manor. For the sake of video length, the fact that this video will be part of the Supernatural season, and for my own sanity, we won’t be going much into the mystery of the killings itself and focusing more on the ghosts that haunt this place. Also, I’m not going to use the word M-U-D-E-R because according to reports, the word seemed to be a trigger word of sorts for whatever spirits haunt this place.”

“Murrrd...ock,” Shane taunted.

“L- let's just get into this… Before we begin, there are two things that need to be noted. One, for reasons unknown, many of the people in this story have no recorded history, last names or legal records. So all information I am giving has holes and is from news released to the public or from reports of one of our characters that were found abandoned in different locations. Second, there is background information that needs be covered before we can go over the deaths that occurred here.” He pulled out the script. “Mark Iplier Manor was built and owned by the parents of their son, Mark Iplier, who they named the house after.”

“Already I know he’s a fuckboy.”

“What do you mean by that?”

"Come on, you name a multi-storied manor in the middle of Northern California after your son, the kid’s going to be spoiled rotten!” Shane said, making Ryan laugh.

“Well he was, but we’ll get back to that a little while later,” Ryan agreed. “As a child, Mark spent a majority of his time with his three friends, William Jackson Barnum and siblings Damien and Celine, no surname recorded. When they were older, Mark and Celine fell in love and eventually got married, living in this Manor with a hired a butler named Benjamin, no last name given, and a Chef who only went by the name Chef.”

“Benjamin the Butler and Chef Chef?!” Shane chuckled. “Where there any other names like… William the Ward?”

“Shut up and let me do this quickly. Damien remained unmarried and moved on to run for mayor. William, unmarried but publically jealous of Celine and Mark's relationship, became a Private in the military, working as the employer of Chef for a time, and eventually a Colonel. After he was done with the military, he reconciled with Mark and managed to convince his friend to fund millions into expeditions.”

“Millions for a guy who wanted to fuck his wife!” Shane laughed. “’Oh hey dude, I wanna go do some Jumanji shit with your WIFE. Can I have a few million dollars?’”

Ryan laughed uncontrollably for a second. “He had money to spare and at the time, I think he was in a state of shock that rendered him a little incapable of processing how fucked up this situation was.”

“Yeah because no one realizes when their wife has gone missing with their best friend.”

Ryan chuckled and shuffled his papers, shivering as a draft blew through the room but ignoring it to continue the explanation. “By the time that William had returned, he hadn't made nearly enough to pay off his debts to Mark. This led to the two friends growing farther and farther apart, leaving William financially crippled. But Celine, who was still studying the mystic arts, was growing closer to William. The two didn't keep their relationship very secret and one day, William ran off with Celine, leaving Mark alone and broken in a reportedly haunted house.”

“Okay, so obviously the Colonel dude and Mark had some rough patches,” Shane said.

“Oh you think?!” Ryan asked, unable to hold back a small laugh.

“So what about Damien?” Shane asked. “Was he like ‘Oh my sister’s fucking my two best friends who want to kill each other. Better run for mayor!’”

“Actually yes. He won mayor with the help of one of his other friends, who we will cover later,” Ryan said and continued to read the script. “Almost a year later, on October 10, Mark called all his friends -excluding Celine and including a detective friend Mark had made, Abraham, and Damien’s District Attorney, who strangely, had no background information, not even a gender- back to the manor for a night of poker with no explanation as to why other than to, quote, ‘Get the old gang back together’. The events that occurred over the next two days ended with the disappearance of William, Mark, Celine, and the District Attorney.”

He took a breath but before he continued, the draft picked up, bringing a haunting voice with it.

“I’m here.”

Ryan yelped and turned around, looking for the source of the voice, and was surprised to see that Shane was looking too. “You heard that?”

His friend nodded, looking a tad bit paler than usual. “Yup… that was definitely words of some sort.”

“‘I’m here’ or something like that.”

“I heard something ‘Da deer’,” Shane reasoned, but Ryan knew he was just convincing himself.

“Uh… let's just start our investigations.” He began to pull out his Spirit Box. “In the manor, there are reportedly three areas in the house that are the most haunted: the Foyer, the Seance room, and the room we are in now, the Living Room. There are reports of whispers, random cold spots, disappearing and reappearing objects and rooms. Many of the guests who visit here say that they will black out randomly and appear somewhere else”

“Who haunts this place, Ryan?” Shane asked in mock curiosity.

“If you’d let me talk, I could tell you.”

“Alright, go ahead!”

“The night of the Poker Party, everyone had gotten very drunk over the course of seven hours. When the Attorney woke up, spoke with Benjamin and Damien before coming down here. Immediately, they were met with a crack of lightning and saw Mark's body on the floor.”

“So they walk in, BOOM WAKE THE FUCK UP and then splat. body?”

“Yeah, just like that,” Ryan confirmed. “The remaining people ran into the room and Abraham took over the scene with the Attorney as his new partner.”

“What happened his last one?”

“Well according to what little I could find on Abraham, every single one of his partners died or went missing in increasingly painful and violent ways.”

“Oh. So like one got shot and he’s like ‘Oh no, can’t get any worse’ and then the next one gets impaled by a bull?”

Ryan laughed and shook his head. “I mean I guess! Can I get through this?!”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“So also according to Abraham, who examined the body personally, Mark had been stabbed 37 times, poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, and shot in that order.”

“WHOA! Someone wanted him dead.”

“Yup. Out of curiosity, who do you think it was?” Ryan asked.

“William. Come on. In debt, with this guys wife. It's got to be him,” Shane said.

“We’ll just see,” Ryan said. “Anyways, about an hour later, while Abraham was out of the room talking with his partner, the body vanished without trace, explanation or evidence that one of the guests had stolen it. It was never found and is still missing to this day. But it’s rumored that his ghost still haunts this room.”

“So it could be under our feet? Or in the roof? Or in the room we're sleeping in?!”

“I don’t want to think about where it is. Besides, a lot of theories say that it was either a faked death, buried in the yard or became a zombie.”

“No.”

“Yeah, that’s another reason we’re not discussing the mystery itself: you’d hate every bit of it. Now shut up and let's just talk to the ghost…” Ryan groaned and held up the Spirit Box. “Uh, Mark Iplier, I'm Ryan. This is my friend, Shane. This is a Spirit Box and it will help you talk to us if you want to. I'm turning it on… now.”

The high pitch whine the machine made made him groan but he held the box tight.

“Mark Iplier, are you here right now?”

The channels changed without a word spoken.

“Mark, if you can here is, I heard you had a pretty violent death and a pretty bad life… uh… are you-”

“H-He-ll-lo?”

“Oh fuck…”

“Hi,” Shane said cheerfully.

“Are you Mark Iplier?” Ryan asked, his voice shaky.

“N-o-oo.”

“New? Are you a new ghost?” Shane asked.

“Shut up dude. It just said that it’s not Mark, so it’s probably someone else,” Ryan said. “Can you tell us what color shirt are our shirts?”

There was silence for a second.

“I-I c-c-an-n-t-t s-s-s-ee. I-I-t-t-s d-a-a-a-r-k.”

“Okay dude these are clear sentences,” Ryan said. “Clear words that are forming functional sentences.”

“Sure. I'm just hearing huh-guh-cuuhhh-"

“Whatever dude. Let's just wrap this up so we can move to the next room and next story,” Ryan said. “Well, Mark or whoever you are, we’re going to go now and check out the rest of the house. Bye.”

“W-W-a-a-i-”

But it was too late and Ryan was putting the Spirit Box away. He really didn’t want to put it away, seeing as to how he was getting some of the most definite proof they had ever gotten, but he wanted to move on as quickly as possible and get to sleeping and besides, if it was this haunted here, hopefully it’d be just as in the other rooms.

“Okay, on to the second room, the Seance Room, which is upstairs,” Ryan said, getting up and grabbing the hand-held camera.

“Oh we’re moving?”

“Yeah, it’s upstairs. We’re not just going to tele-”

The world turned upside-down. Ryan everything inside of him float for half a second before crashing down. He stumbled and retched, not realizing he was standing in the foyer, sweating and cold. He could feel the cold leather seat but it wasn’t there. He had been moved into the foyer by an unknown force and he felt fear worse than he’d ever felt before. As he realized where he was and wiped his mouth of the bile, he whispered, “What the hell?”

Shane came running out of the living room and looked at his friend with a fear he hadn’t ever seen on his face. He saw the vomit and pulled out some water for Ryan to use.

“What just happened?” Ryan asked, taking the bottle gratefully.

“You disappeared dude,” Shane said. “One moment you were there in the living room. The next you’re out here.”

“Fuck, dude, I hate this… I hate this,” Ryan said, sitting down in the middle of the room, taking deep steadying breaths as he tried to rationalize what was happening. “Okay, so we can either keep going or we can stop… I really want to stop but if we can keep going…”

“Ryan, your camera was still going,” Shane said, pointing to the GoPro strapped to his chest. “We can check that-”

“Shane I just teleported!” Ryan said. “Do we really want to keep going for the sake of a video?!”

“It’s money, Ryan. I know we’re both scared, and yes, I’ll admit that I’m scared out of my fucking mind, but we are getting footage that could boost our careers exponentially! If you’re too uncomfortable and want to leave, we can do the Jerome investigation instead, but… nothing else. It’s up to you.”

Every single part of his being was telling him to run, to get out of this place this instant. However his curiosity part was telling him that this manor, The Eastern State Penitentiary, and the Sally House was the closest thing to a true haunting. But now… did he really want to keep going with this for a job and some money?

“We can… just do the recordings… and not spend the night. I cannot spend a night in this place… but let’s just get through this place as quick as possible,” Ryan whispered. “Let’s just do the foyer right now.”

“Okay,” Shane said, sitting right next to Ryan and placing the camera in front of them.

“So the Foyer… according to Abraham’s reports, there had been building tension between him and William for some time. On the final day of these events, William found something out that caused him to pull his gun. In an act of anger, on that balcony up there,” Ryan pointed above them to the railing, “William shot Abraham in the side, just below the ribs, and it was not fatal but it did knock him unconscious for a long while. The Attorney rushed forward to tear the gun away from William and after only a second of struggling, was also shot and fell over the railing down here. When Abraham awoke, he found the house abandoned by everyone and the Attorney’s body missing.”

“Well then. That was a quick and sudden ending,” Shane said.

“I mean Abraham did spend an unknown amount of years chasing down William, who escaped the country under many different names before both of them disappeared from the books completely. But yeah, a sudden ending here,” Ryan said sarcastically.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So the rumor about this room is that the Attorney’s spirit resides not only throughout the entire room, but mainly within that mirror you were looking at earlier. Apparently, they like to pound on it, press their hands up against it. Sometimes you can hear a gunshot at approximately 4:30 every day whether it be day or night, or calls to Abraham, William, Damien and Celine.”

“Oh yeah, what happened to the two of them?” Shane asked.

“That we’ll get to later,” Ryan said as he pulled out the Spirit Box again. “Okay, uh, Attorney, my name is Ryan, this is my friend Shane… we’re going to use this thing called a Spirit Box. You can speak to us through it.”

He turned on the box and before the high pitch whine cut through his ears, there was a voice, clear as day.

“P-Pleas-s-e. I-I a-m-m s-s-so al-l-on-ne.”

Ryan screamed and dropped the box. He and Shane backed away from the box as it sat on the floor, continuing to hiss and screech.

“What the hell…”

“I-I-I tried-d to t-t-alk-k… I n-n-e-e-d to-o get-t-t out-t-t…”

“Okay, Ryan, I take it back,” Shane said. “This might not be worth the money if our lives are in danger… but the cameras are rolling so that’s something... ”

Ryan was too terrified to respond. He was pretty sure that if he moved another inch, he’d continue moving right out the door and into Father Thomas’ home until he died. This was happening… an actual ghost was talking to them so clearly that anything that Shane was scared. He couldn’t reason his way out of this situation.

“T-Th-h-h-e hous-s-e is-s the-e-e enem-m-my… g-g-e-t-t out-t-t… H-H-el-l-p-p m-m-me-e…” the voice said.

“Are you the Attorney?” Ryan asked, his voice wavering on the brink of tears. They were interacting with a paranormal entity and from the sound of it, it wasn’t alone.

There was no response from the box. For a second, the white noise was barely muffling Ryan and Shane’s heavy breathing. He was going to cry… he was sure he was going to cry…

Something shook the entire room and Ryan screamed as the broken mirror across the foyer fogged up and a bloody hand pressed up against it. A fuzzy reflection of a person pressed up against the glass, smearing blood everywhere. A high pitch whine filled the air, making the two humans grab their pleading, “Save me! Please! I can’t do this! Please! Find Damien and Celine! They did this! LET ME OUT!”

There was a crack of lightning louder than any they had heard already. The room was suddenly filled with a bright red light and Ryan looked up at the balcony to see a red entity of some sort standing there, glaring down at them. Ryan felt a wave of fear, anger, and need sweep through him, making him want to go to the light… but at the same time, he knew he had to get out of here if he wanted to survive.

“GO! GO!”

The two of them sprinted to the door, every thought of money, viewers, and the equipment left behind in the house. Ryan barely made it through the door as it slammed closed. The back of his shirt snagged between the crack and he yelped as this small bit of fabric began to get dragged back into the home.

“SHANE!” he screamed, holding out a hand to his friend. Shane grabbed his arm and pulled, his strength barely matching that of whatever was dragging him back inside. Light was pouring out the windows, starting to blind him and light up the night sky. Ryan scrambled to rip his shirt off and with a rip, the end of his shirt being sucked into the house, but he didn’t have time to care. He needed to leave now.

As the two sprinted through the grounds, Ryan noticed how the world seemed to be splitting in three, reflecting on two levels of red and blue and white. He couldn’t tell what was real and what was the illusion. He felt like he was running in circles again, but the gate was barely getting closer and the pull from the house was getting stronger. But he plunged forward with a scream, bursting through the gates and hopping into the car as quick as he could, Shane following right behind him. The house literally howled with rage, shaking the world and making Ryan certain that the ringing noise would take days to go away.

Without looking back, he drove the car as fast and as quickly as he could away from that house.

It wouldn’t be until nearly an hour of driving later that Ryan would be able to breathe somewhat normally. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking for days and anytime he would be able to catch a wink of sleep, they’d be plagued with that light, with that broken mirror…

He couldn’t go back to work… he could barely go around corners without a mirror. It had only been a few seconds of downright encounter but the time spent in that house had been hours upon hours of fear. As if the past two years worth of investigating hadn’t left him scarred enough. Now he jumped at shadows, which were cast by the Light. His own reflection became the Attorney’s bloody hands and image, pleading with him to save them.

Shane wasn’t doing any better. For the first time in the years that Ryan had known him, he didn’t have a snarky quip or a smile or anything. His girlfriend worried about him and tried to get him to smile, but it just wasn’t working. She and Ryan’s girlfriend both worried so much but neither could tell them what had happened…

It could only be believed if they saw it.

“Ryan… we need to look at that footage,” Shane said almost two weeks later, his voice scratchy from lack of speaking and the occasional screaming nightmare.

“I know… we need to for everyone’s sake…” Ryan said, his voice aching for the same reasons. “But… I don’t want to remember anything more than I need to.”

“We’ll look at it and we’ll see what we can do with it… If we can’t do anything, we take a long break. We won’t ever do any hauntings or ghosts again. Just mysteries and stuff, okay?” Shane said, holding out the three cameras that had been recording every second of their encounter. Ryan looked at them and then at Shane, with his baggy, bloodshot eyes and nodded.

“Let’s fucking do this.”

So uh yeah! THE BOYS ARE MENTALLY SCARRED.

I had a ton of fun writing this. Like way too much fun writing it, but I am so glad that I did because it’s been building up in my head for a while. And I am in love with the result.

Uh... yeah! I don’t think I have a general taglist (if I do, I’m sorry I’m an idiot and I lost the names) but it is open!

Reblogs are awesome.

Have a good day!

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Shane continued to fiddle with the gun on his desk as he pretended to ignore Agent Bergara sauntering towards him. The agent stopped in front of Shane, waiting for the other man to look up at him, fully aware of the eyes of the entirety of Q-branch on his back.

“You do realise, Agent Bergara, that you can merely leave your equipment with another member of my staff? Make this process easier for both us.” Shane drawled, finally looking up into the agent’s face, ensuring he didn’t let his eyes linger too long on the man’s body in a suit.

“Ah, but then I wouldn’t get to see the joy on your face at me finally returning your equipment unscathed.” Ryan grinned as he held out two halves of a gun to the exasperated Quartermaster. “And, as I’ve told you before; call me Ryan”. Shane repressed a grin at the man’s audacity and instead adopted a frown.

“How the fuck did you even break a gun in half?” Ryan had always been bizarrely accident prone with his equipment, but this was beyond even Shane. “You realise this gun was coded specifically to your handprint and was ridiculously expensive to make?”

Ryan had the decency to look a little sheepish before grinning a little. “Well you see, there was a French model, and then a gunfight and then a whip and then –.” Shane cut him off with a laugh and an eye roll.

“Don’t you have a debriefing to get to, Agent Bergara?” Ryan smirked as he backed away from Shane’s desk.

“Only if you’re the one doing it, big guy”, he turned around and threw a wink over his shoulder at Shane as he left the room.

Shane felt a blush creep over his face as his second-in-command Sara approached his desk, two cups of tea in her hands. She handed one to Shane, a laugh playing on her lips.

“Shut up.” Shane muttered, accepting the offered cup and bringing it quickly to his mouth to hide his blush. Sara merely laughed in return, sauntering back to her desk.

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Shane knew that when he took the job of Quartermaster for the CIA’s research and development department – affectionately nicknamed Q-Branch - that he would have to deal with cocky agents - especially the Double 0 agents, the best the CIA had to offer. M, the head of the CIA, had warned him that most of the agents could be rebellious and uncooperative; he just wasn’t anticipating Agent Ryan Bergara.

Bergara was the agency’s top operative; deadly in the field, he had never once missed his mark. He was also charming and funny and completely and utterly Shane’s type.

Shane knew that not every agent appreciated having a voice in their ear on missions. Agent Bergara was no exception. Everyone that had attempted to act as Bergara’s handler had been unceremoniously dumped at some point during the mission as the agent would invariably ditch his earpiece at some point.

Three months after he got the job, Shane had had enough. He was fed up of constantly making new earpieces for an agent who clearly didn’t appreciate the hard work that went into them--so he got himself assigned as Agent Bergara’s handler on missions. It meant he had to drop some of his side projects, but it was worth it to be able to annoy the man who was costing his department so much money.

The first few missions were no different. Bergara got bored, or got fed up of having a voice in his ear, or got a ridiculous idea into his head. So, he would dump his ear bud. But the fifth mission was different. Bergara was on a simple assassination. An escaped general from eastern Europe who was due to be on trial for vicious war crimes. It had been decided it was simply easier to take the man out to prevent him from revealing vital secrets on the stand. Bergara was stuck for 48 hours staking out the man’s apartment and so Shane was stuck too. It wasn’t until hour 6 when Shane mentioned the movie he had seen that weekend that the pair actually started talking. Shane was surprised to find Agent Bergara had an interest in films. He was surprised to find the man had an interest in anything outside of work. By all accounts, he kept to himself and didn’t usually socialise with the other agents. Everyone knew that Bergara had a bad history with losing people he got close to - his last girlfriend had been a double agent and he’d lost his parents before he was a teenager. Bergara was usually sure to keep his distance, the ultimate professional. Shane wasn’t sure if it was the movie or the length of time they had to be on the phone for that made Ryan start talking to him. Hearing Ryan laugh at his joke about Jaws wasn’t the moment Shane fell in love with him, but it was certainly close.

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The first time that Ryan walked into Q-Branch the day after completing a mission, carrying his latest pile of paperwork, Shane wasn’t quite sure what to do. He watched as Ryan approached the frankly enormous desk Shane had at the front of the room, pausing right in front of it.

“Apparently if I don’t complete my paperwork this time, Helen will be forced to stab me with a stiletto.” Ryan gave Shane a crooked grin, clearly hoping that the other man would pick up on his unasked question. Shane felt a smirk crawl across his face and leaned back in his seat, gesturing at Ryan to continue. Ryan let out a small huff of laughter, shaking his head slightly before continuing.

“I don’t actually have my own office and the double-0 shared space is too quiet. So I figured I would come down and share your ridiculously large desk.” Shane continued to smirk, watching Ryan stand awkwardly in front of him, clutching his paperwork to his chest. As Ryan shifted ever so slightly, his awkwardness shining through, Shane realised that this was Ryan in front of him instead of Agent Bergara. Agent Bergara breezed through life, letting people fall into his wake, charmed by his smile. Ryan was standing in front of him asking to share a desk because he didn’t want to be by himself. If Shane didn’t know Ryan could kill him in 50 ways using a paperclip he would almost call it cute.

“Sure thing, just let me…” Shane shifted things on his desk around, clearing a space for Ryan as one of his underlings brought up a chair for the agent. “Take a seat, little guy.”

Ryan wheezed out a laugh at the nickname, placing all his things in the space and collapsing into the chair. Shane grinned at him, eyes dragging down Ryan’s arms in his t-shirt before forcing himself to concentrate on his work again.

It seemed that giving Ryan permission once had opened the floodgates. It quickly became known that if Ryan couldn’t be found elsewhere in the base, he would be in Q-Branch, charming the underlings in Q-Branch and shooting the breeze with Shane. He grew quickly accustomed to the agent crowding his space, sharing his desk and making him laugh.

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It was 1am and Shane was still at work. He had been improving the firewalls across the whole of the CIA since he was hired five months ago and tonight he had been hit was inspiration. He was just finishing up when an alarm started blaring on his phone. Cursing quietly, he blindly fished it out of his pocket, his frown quickly turning to a smirk when he saw what exactly the alert was. The security system in his apartment had picked up an intruder and his cameras were streaming the footage of a very familiar figure skulking around his living room. Still smirking, Shane dialled a familiar number, and while he was waiting for it to connect he pulled up the feed for his apartment’s cameras on his laptop screen. Shane watched as Ryan pulled out his phone, a grin lighting up his face as he saw Shane’s name on the display.

“Stay away from the windows and doors if you want to stay alive, little guy.” Shane drawled when Ryan picked up the phone. “My system isn’t designed to stop people getting in, it’s designed to stop them from getting out.”

“Damn, I thought it was weirdly easy to get in here. Guess I should have expected something like this from our resident genius”. Ryan turned and grinned into Shane’s security camera. “Got any good movies I can watch while I wait for you to finish up at work?”

Shane laughed, his mind racing at the thought of Ryan hanging out his place.

“I’ll be home in 20 minutes. Pick something on Netflix. There’s popcorn in the kitchen.” He instructed the agent, quickly hanging up the phone and thumping his head down onto his desk. Sara was never going to let him live this down.

By the time Shane got back to his apartment, Ryan had popcorn sitting on the coffee table and bizarre true crime show queued up on Netflix. Slumping down next to the agent on the couch, Shane wordlessly accepted the proffered beer, feeling himself relax into the couch in Ryan’s company. The two sat wordless watching the show for a while, sharing the popcorn in a comfortable silence that Shane hadn’t expected to experience. Sitting there, Shane could tell the difference between Agent Bergara and Ryan. Agent Bergara was always put together, hair in place, smirk on his face. Whereas Ryan was softer, his body language looser, his hair haphazard. Agent Bergara famously didn’t have friends or loved ones. Ryan had broken into Shane’s apartment to hang out on his couch. Shane wasn’t quite sure what to do with Ryan. But he had a feeling that this instance of home invasion might become a regular occurrence.

It was 3am by the time Ryan decided to leave. He helped Shane move the empty popcorn bowl and empty beer bottles to the kitchen, before the pair walked towards the door.

“You know you can just text next time?” She asked him, a smile gracing his lips. “Rather than risking life and limb just to hang out?”

Ryan laughed in response.

“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?” He joked as he opened the door. “See you at work, Shane.”

Shane echoed his goodbye as the door shut. He checked his watch as he made his way to the bedroom. Five hours till he had to get to work. He was going to be a zombie tomorrow, all because he just couldn’t say no to Ryan Bergara.

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After the ninth time that Ryan broke into his apartment, Shane caved and wrote him into the security system. Ryan seemed to take that as an invitation to come over whenever he liked. Which, if Sara was to be believed, it basically was. Slowly but surely, Ryan started to invade Shane’s space. His DVDs filled Shane’s shelves, mission reports were strewn about the coffee table, his favourite beer was in the fridge. Shane had started to notice a difference in him. On missions he was still Agent Bergara, but on his down time, Ryan spent most of his time in Q-branch, completing his mission debriefs and helping test new equipment. Shane’s crush blossomed so quickly that he was ridiculously far gone before he even realised what was going on.

The pair were in the middle of a debate on the existence of Bigfoot when Shane realised how in love with Ryan he was. Ryan was busy spluttering with laughter at Shane’s insistence that Bigfoot was based in reality, and all Shane could think about was how much he wanted to kiss him. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t breathe for a second.

“Dude.” Ryan’s voice broke him out of his daze. “You okay? You completely zoned out on me

there?”

Shane forced a smile on his face as he tried to create a cover story that would satisfy a man who practically read people for a living.

“Yeah. Yeah. I was just thinking.” Shane paused, his eyes roaming over his desk for inspiration. “How would you feel about an exploding pen?” He grabbed some half completed plans from his desk, thrusting them at Ryan, who took them with a slight laugh.

“I thought you said an exploding pen was a ‘waste of resources’?” He raised his eyebrows at Shane, excitement clear on his face.

“Yeah, well.” Shane paused, watching Ryan’s face as he studied the plans. “Sometimes things change.”

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Shane watched the way Ryan threw back his head in laughter, the warm lights of the bar casting shadow down his neck. For now, it was just the two of them in the bar booth, their coworkers having dispersed to get drinks or dance or hustle unsuspecting civilians at pool. The pair were sitting close together to hear each other over the bar’s music and Shane was hyper-aware that he and Ryan were pressed together from hip to knee. Shane’s arm was stretched along the back of the booth, fingers periodically brushing Ryan’s shoulder when the other man leaned back.

“You are so full of shit, Madej.” Ryan grinned at Shane, and Shane couldn’t help but grin back. Ryan’s grin turned soft and a little unsure and Shane’s breath caught in his throat. He could swear Ryan’s eyes just darted to his lips. He could feel a tension rising between them, could feel Ryan tense up slightly from the way they were pressed together. Shane opened his mouth, unsure of what he was going to say, but knowing he had to say something, couldn’t let this moment pass him by.

“Shane! Tell Sara that she’s completely and utterly wrong and E.T. is definitely evil.” Jen, one of the other agents, threw herself onto the bench in the booth, dragging Sara in beside her. Ryan jumped away from Shane, his gaze dropping to the table. Shane turned to look at Sara and Jen, ignoring the look on Sara’s face as he answered Jen’s question. She knew him well enough to know that something had happened. When Jen turned her focus to Ryan, drawing him into the debate, Shane took the opportunity to give Sara a small shake of his head. She tilted her head in response, silently trying to figure out what was going on. Shane gave a half shrug in response.

“Jen, he loved them!” Ryan’s outburst interrupted their silent conversation and Shane barked out a surprised laugh at the determination in the younger man’s voice. He turned his gaze back to Ryan and Jen, slipping into the conversation, mind still reeling for whatever had almost happened.

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Shane’s jaw clenched as Ryan’s laugh filtered through the speakers on his computer. The sound was clear, despite Ryan being halfway around the world, (Shane’s equipment was top-notch thank you very much) and it contrasted with the slightly grainy image from the security cameras in the hotel ballroom Ryan was scoping out.

Dressed in a tuxedo, he effortlessly blended in to the crowd at the charity gala, pretending to network in order to get close to their target. Glancing at the screen, Shane could see Ryan flirting with a blonde woman and he swallowed, directing his attention back to the plans in front of him - he was convinced he could make exploding coins a thing.

Sara approached his desk, rolling her eyes at the diagrams that littered it, reaching over to mute the microphone on his desk, ensuring Ryan couldn’t hear the conversation.

“Are we just going to keep pretending that there isn’t something going on with you two?” Sara raised her eyebrows at him, watching a blush rush across his face.

“Yup.” Shane avoided Sara’s gaze, eyes locked on his work.

Sara gave him a soft look, lowering her voice to make sure that no one else in the office could hear her.

“You could just ask him out you know? I know it’s scary but-” Ryan’s voice from the speakers cut Sara off.

Shane internally gave a sigh of relief at the interruption.

“Duty calls, Sara. We’ll talk later. Or not.” Sara rolled her eyes as she walked back to her own desk, leaving Shane to answer Ryan’s call.

********************************************************************************* Shane laughed into his mic, as Ryan complained about the lack of guards in the corridor he was sneaking down.

“One fight Shane. That’s all I ask. It doesn’t even have to be that good.” Ryan whined, the smile evident in his voice.

“Sorry all your missions can’t be fights on top of trains and wooing beautiful women” Shane joked. “Sometimes sneaky infiltration is what we need in the spy game.”

“Shut up Shane.” Ryan laughed. “God, I can’t believe I-.” A loud explosion dominated the feed, cutting off the rest of his sentence. Static sprung up where there had previously been quiet laughter.

“Bergara, come in.” Shane commanded, all trace of laughter gone. Q-branch went still at their leader’s tone, clear to everyone something at gone wrong. “Agent, answer me.” Shane’s hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white with the tension. He quickly barked at his team to pull up CCTV images of Ryan’s last location before turning back to his mic.

“Ryan, please.” He begged, ears straining, desperate to hear something that would indicate survival.

“Shane.” Sara quietly approached his desk. “Images show there was an explosion. The whole building is practically rubble. They aren’t expecting any survivors.” She reached out towards him, unsure if he would accept comfort in his fragile state. “I called M. She’s on her way down.”

Shane ignored her, pulling up CCTV from the streets surrounding Ryan’s last known location. He had to have escaped. One of the cameras would have caught him leaving the building. He had to have made it out.

Shane didn’t look up when M entered Q-branch. He didn’t look up when M attempted to talk to him. He focused all his energy on searching the CCTV, desperate to find a glimpse of Ryan somewhere. He hacked hospital records, hunted though clinic records and, finally, desperately, searched through morgue records. There was no record of Ryan anywhere. When Shane finally dragged his attention away from the screen, it had been almost 24 hours since Ryan had gone missing. He dropped his attention to the file that had been placed beside him at some point, and his heart dropped.

It was the mission report. All it needed was his signature, and Agent Ryan Bergara was officially dead, the mission officially classed as a failure. Shane swallowed, his hand hovering over the pen on his desk, unable to pick it up, unable to admit he had lost Ryan before he had ever really had him. He took one shuddering breath, struggling to keep down the grief that struggled to overwhelm him. Quickly, before he could really process it, Shane grabbed the pen, ripped open the file and scribbled his name on the line at the bottom. He threw the pen back on his desk, grabbed his jacket and practically ran out of the building, desperate to get home.

Home wasn’t much better than the office. Everywhere Shane turned, he could see Ryan. He stood paused in the doorway, eyes drifting from Ryan’s jacket on the couch, empty bottles of his beer on the counter, his favourite DVD in front of the tv. Suddenly, Shane couldn’t take it anymore. He staggered to his bedroom, collapsing onto his bed as the tears overtook him.

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It was three months before people at work stopped tiptoeing around Shane. Losing an agent was never easy, and everyone knew how close Ryan and Shane had been. Sometimes, Shane forgot. Not for long. But for just long enough that he would lift his head to catch Ryan’s attention and he would be hit with the grief all over again. It was exhausting.

It was 3am before Shane managed to persuade himself to leave work, dreading leaving the buzz of the office for the silence of his apartment. His hands were curled in his pockets as he trudged back to his flat, his thoughts muddled, too heartbroken for his brain to fixate on any one idea.

The second he opened his door, Shane knew something was wrong. He could see a light spilling into his hallway from the kitchen, a light that he knew he had switched off before he left for work. Shane grabbed the golf umbrella he kept by his front door, easing down the hall, ready to confront whoever was hiding in his kitchen. He stepped into the room, holding the umbrella like a baseball bat, ready to swing, dropping it instead when he saw the man leaning against his counter.

“Hi”. Ryan grinned at him, the gaunt lines of his face betraying the hardships his attitude was attempting to cover.

Shane was moving before he realised he was doing it. He crossed the kitchen in three strides, taking Ryan’s face in his hands and kissing him. Ryan kissed back, equally enthusiastic, hands gripping Shane’s hips, pulling the taller man into him, desperate for contact. Shane pulled away enough to breathe, his eyes raking over the smaller man’s face, drinking in the sight of him .

“Guess you missed me, huh, big guy?” Ryan joked, a soft smile playing on his lips as he stared up at him.

“You should see the amount of work I managed with no one bothering me”. Shane joked back, mirroring the agent’s smile.

Ryan’s laugh was the best thing Shane had ever heard.

#my fic #shyan #shyan fic #rpf #bfu rpf

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andrewilnyckyjhateblog · 6 years

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bodys

pairing: shyan word count: 4.1k status: one-shot content warnings: rated explicit for graphic depictions of sex acts

summary: every other wednesday, like clockwork, ryan gets antsy. shane wants to — no, needs to know why. (spoiler alert: he's horny.)

→ READ ON AO3.

(is it the chorus yet? no. it’s just the building of the verse so when the chorus does come, it’ll be more rewarding.)

Every other Wednesday, Ryan got antsy.

Shane had started to notice this months ago — he knew, sometimes, Ryan got a little jittery. Even after they started working on Unsolved together, he hadn’t realized that there was such a routine to it. But after a while, he’d started noticing things about Ryan. Just little things, like how he took his coffee, and how he wore different shoes depending on his mood, and how he liked to go for runs when he was stressed.

And every other Wednesday, he got antsy. It was almost like clockwork. He would get up and walk around — to the coffee station, to the bathroom, just a quick jaunt around — at least once an hour, if not twice. It was worse in the afternoon. He wouldn’t eat at lunch.

Shane was mostly curious. Ryan had a lot of energy, but this was above and beyond. It was abnormal, and while Shane appreciated, for the sake of his sanity, that there was a kind of rhythm to this abnormality, it was still — it was out of the ordinary, he couldn’t explain it. And that was annoying. It was like a little tick in his brain, eye twitching every time Ryan left his desk. Ideally, Ryan wouldn’t get antsy in this way. He wouldn’t jiggle his leg until it sounded like such a jackhammer Shane had to put his headphones on. He wouldn’t tap on his keyboard without typing like he was writing some kind of incomprehensible Lorem Ipsum nonsense. But, at the very least, Shane could know why he got like this.

He was mostly curious, of course, but there was a little part of him that was concerned. Concerned that Ryan wasn’t able to get work done. That it would get in the way of something important sooner or later. After all, every other Wednesday, not being able to focus in the least — that was a lot of time lost, a lot of work not done. That could interfere with their editing, his research, recording, shoots; it was reasonable for Shane to worry things wouldn’t get done like this. And an even smaller part of him was concerned that something was wrong. Something was making Ryan worry, something was making Ryan anxious, something was upsetting him — or something else, maybe. Maybe it was anticipation, or excitement. He was waiting for something, or maybe even for someone, and this part of him, however small, shouted louder than the rest of his thoughts about Ryan’s Restless Wednesdays. If it was Ryan waiting for someone, or even just a thing he was doing, it wasn’t anything he’d told Shane about. If he was dating someone, or going somewhere, it was a part of his life that Shane was locked out of. And it wasn’t like Shane would care — they were friends, of course. Best friends, even. But if Ryan had a crush on the barista at the Starbucks who worked Wednesday evening shifts, or if he had doctor’s appointments on Thursday mornings, then he hadn’t told Shane, and a part of Shane’s mind traitorously interpreteda this as hiding it from him.

So he noticed Ryan got antsy, and he almost wished he hadn’t, because it had become such a point of obsession in his “mildly-interesting-events-calendar” that it was starting to drive him as crazy as it seemed to drive Ryan. It didn’t help that the Wednesday in question, the Wednesday he’d decided to dwell on these feelings of unease, Ryan was worse than usual.

It was right before lunch. Ryan had stood up several times, looking as though he was going to leave, go somewhere — and then he’d sit back down again, back to browsing through footage mindlessly. It was annoying, bordering on vexing, because they had to finish a video to go up Friday, and they weren’t nearly done. Ryan was slowing the whole thing down with this bullshit. And Shane had had it. Quietly, he vowed to himself, next time Ryan stood up, he would confront him about it. What was going on in his personal life wasn’t really Shane’s business if Ryan didn’t want to tell him about it, though he’d felt that they were close enough that Ryan could, but it was starting to interfere with his work which, quite literally, was his business indeed.

It took several more loops before Shane could force himself to follow. Ryan had gotten up, and actually had taken several steps, before turning to Shane as though to say something. Instead of speaking, he had turned around, headed back to his desk, and without even bothering to sit, turned around and started walking again. Shane stood, several of his long strides outpacing Ryan easily. His legs were, at best, unmanageable, but they had their perks.

Placing a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, he bent to speak to him quietly, voice low as he spoke. “Let’s talk. Privately.”

Ryan swallowed and nodded, taking Shane’s arm and pulling him into a secluded hallway. After a beat, just peering up at him, he spoke, landing somewhere in trying to sound pleasant and failing, instead producing a nervous kind of hiss. “What’s up?”

“You’re acting… weird.”

Ryan frowned, brows knitting. “I’m always weird.”

“You are.”

“Elaborate.”

“I don’t know, man, you’re just… You get antsy.” Shane jammed his hands into his pockets, and glanced up, breaking the steady eye contact. It was harder than he’d imagined, confronting Ryan about this. It was awkward, and neither of them were strangers to that, but even so, he was finding it extremely unpleasant.

Ryan’s brows rose in surprise, mouth parting in a slight ‘o’. “I am, huh?” he asked, running his hands over his face.

“Yeah, like. Every other Wednesday, like clockwork. It’s… kind of annoying, I guess? Distracting. And you can’t get work done. I guess I just wanted to see what’s up with you.”

He broke into a crooked smile, turning a little red across his cheeks, to Shane’s surprise. It was… cute. Very cute. He didn’t answer, though, after a beat, so Shane kept rambling — he couldn’t help himself. “You know, if something’s up, you can tell me. We’re buds. More than just, like… ghouligans. I’m your pal for real. Even if it’s just a crush or something.”

“God, okay, you can stop.” Ryan chuckled, shaking his head. He was still combing his hands through his hair — another nervous tick. “Okay, here’s the thing. I do my T shot every other Thursday morning. And by Wednesday afternoon…”

Shane breathed out a sigh of relief before Ryan finished. It wasn’t something bad, or someone else (and he tried not to think about the strange wash of relief when he confirmed it wasn’t a crush). He was probably just… nervous for his shot, or something — though Shane had vague knowledge that, at almost 28, he’d been doing this for nearly a decade, so nerves seemed a bit off — after that long, even Ryan would get used to it, wouldn’t he?

“By Wednesday afternoon. I get,” he paused again, cheeks reddening even more. Shane raised a single eyebrow — whatever it was, he couldn’t imagine how it could be this embarrassing. “I get, like, inconsolably horny. It’s just a hormone thing, but it’s distracting. As you can imagine. Like the feeling of a perma-boner, for hours. It’s draining, even.”

He hadn’t expected that. And, in the matter of a few words, his perception of the past few months had changed entirely. Ryan wasn’t anxious, he was aroused. And, even if it was embarrassing and frustrating for him, Shane couldn’t suppress his thoughts of how hot that was — jiggling his leg, getting up to walk around, all of the fidgeting. All that time disappearing. He wondered, for a brief moment, if Ryan had ever rubbed one out in a closet. He dismissed the thought quickly, though. Even if he was into his colleague and friend in a way he wasn’t able or ready to address, he wasn’t a creep, and wouldn’t think about his best bud masturbating, especially not to his face.

Ryan wasn’t looking at him anymore, his whole face lit up bright red, eyes wide and pointing to the ground. It was an infuriatingly endearing way to react to telling Shane that he had spent hours sitting beside him, too randy to think. Shane had to react, he knew — though it didn’t seem like it, it had to have been a stressful admission to make, one that made Ryan vulnerable to — humiliation, he supposed.

“Should’ve just grabbed me for a quickie in the bathroom. Problem solved.” Shane blurted. He snorted, before realizing Ryan wasn’t laughing at all. He was thinking.

“You’d be up for that?”

“What?”

“Like,” Ryan mumbled, face in his hands again, “like a friends-with-benefits set-up, I guess. A quick fuck so I can actually focus.”

He hadn’t expected that response at all. Not that Shane had actually thought about what he was saying before he said it, because he wasn’t, in the least, but — he thought Ryan would shove him and laugh it off, not this. At the same time, though, he didn’t… dislike the idea. Ryan was hot, and Shane would be a fool if he thought he wasn’t, to some degree, attracted to him. They had good chemistry as friends, and he was certain they’d have pretty good chemistry in that way, too. And they cared about each other, in a way that superceded any sexual desires — in a way, it kind of made sense.

And Ryan was hot.

And he was into Shane. He wanted to have sex with Shane, supposedly, based on this proposition.

Shane didn’t overthink it. “Hey, why not.” If he overthought it, he’d talk himself out of it, and if he was being entirely honest — it had been a while since he’d gotten laid, and the idea of a low-key fuckbuddy, something casual and quick, sounded pretty good at this point. He glanced at his watch, and quirked his lips. “I don’t think we have time to head to either of our places on our lunch, though…”

“Well,” Ryan said, glancing leftwards. “There’s a single stall bathroom right here. It’s pretty big. Big enough for both of us.” And, just like that, Shane opened the door, and with a quick glance behind them, to make sure nobody saw them, they ducked into the bathroom. Ryan headed in first, and pulled Shane behind him.

The door slammed shut, and Shane searched for the light switch. When he flicked it on, it dawned on him how wildly unsexy this whole situation was. As nice as the Buzzfeed offices were, it was still a bathroom. The lights flickered above them, casting unflattering shadows.

Still, looking at Ryan, Shane’s heart twisted in a way that wasn’t entirely platonic. He was so — endearing, he supposed, shifting nervously across from him. It was an interesting thing about Ryan, how he managed to look so strong, so confident, stern face and set jaw and ultra-masc appearance, but so open, so vulnerable at the same time. It was one of Shane’s favourite parts of him. And, of course, he was undeniably attractive — a kind of masculine beauty to him, in his clenched jaw and set brows and strong arms. Like anyone else, Shane had his insecurities, but he’d come to terms with them. It had been a long time he’d felt so inadequate, standing across from a partner.

Realizing they’d been standing in silence for a long moment, he forced himself to try and break the tension. “This is like some kind of bad porno, huh?”

Ryan snorted. “Yeah. Two horny bros fuck in the office bathroom!”

“Next unsolved mystery: how many kinds of sex can you have in five and a half square feet?” They both started cackling, barely smothering their laughter, before realizing someone in that hallway could definitely hear them if they listened — that set off more laughter, Shane choking it down, Ryan covering his mouth with his hand. “Alright, okay. Uh. How d’ya wanna start, then?”

Ryan swallowed thickly. “We could make out?”

“Alright,” Shane replied, and leaned down, fingers grazing Ryan’s jaw as he tilted his head up. They kissed, softly and slowly — familiar and new all at once, exploring how they slotted against one another, and how easy it seemed to be. Ryan tasted like coffee and toothpaste, just a hint of sweetness. Shane bumped his nose against Ryan, and he pulled back for a moment, snickering.

Still, he looks down at Ryan with a little wonderment at how good it was. Making out with someone for the first time was rarely good. It was awkward, nerve-wracking, a little uncomfortable; for them, it was all of these things, but it was still distinctly good. And it was hot. He wasn’t wrong in thinking they’d have good chemistry.

“You need to do something about that big fuckin’ honker.”

“Do I?”

“No.” Ryan was smiling and blushing, looking messy and tousled in the best way. He went in for another kiss, brief but not at all chaste, tender as he moved down his throat. He pressed kisses into Shane’s jaw through the beard fuzz, strong arms wrapping around him as he moved to his neck. He unbuttoned the top button of his flannel and pressed a kiss to Shane’s collarbone, spreading the shirt open so he could nip and bite at it. Shane’s hand instinctively went to his mouth, biting down on his fingers, smothering a moan. “Easy to please, huh? Wish we weren’t at work — I’d love to hear you.”

Shane breathed in sharply, and realized he had a chub already — if he didn’t take control of the situation soon, he would embarrass himself, coming in his pants like a teenager. Besides, it was Ryan who needed this, much more than he did.

Pulling away for a moment, he took another deep breath to calm himself before leaning back down, pulling Ryan in for another hungry kiss. This time, he took the lead, hands trailing down his sides, slipping under his shirt. He felt the ridges of Ryan’s hips, firm and muscular, running his thumbs over them and down towards the waistband of boxer-briefs. He ran his index finger along the elastic, slipping it below slowly. Breaking their kiss for a moment, Shane whispered to Ryan, voice low and breathy. “Can I touch you?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, looking heady and a little dazed. Between kisses, Shane moved quickly, unbuckling Ryan’s belt and undoing his jeans. Shane found himself a little dumbfounded by the whole situation — he had fallen into this so easily, so readily. He’d never seriously considered Ryan before as, well, anything more than Ryan. His best friend, his ghost-hunting partner, his co-host, his biggest supporter. But this transition felt almost natural — like it was the next step in their relationship, like this was where it was headed anyways. In a way, it wasn’t more than Ryan. It was just… him.

Ryan helped him shimmy his jeans down a little, and Shane shook his head. It felt so high school, jamming his hands down another guy’s pants to give him a handy. A bathroom was better than a janitor’s closet, but not by much. He dragged his fingers down Ryan’s v-line, taking in how defined it was — he knew Ryan was in shape, but he hadn’t realized the dude was sculpted. Slowly, painstakingly so, he slipped his fingers beneath the band of Ryan’s underwear. He paused for a moment, hand still down Ryan’s pants. “Should I… go get lube?”

Ryan wheezed, breathy and fast. “Little late for that. Spit?”

“Aw, man. I’m not gonna spit on my hand. That’s so porny.”

Pausing for a moment, Ryan drew Shane’s hand out of his pants, bringing it upwards. Leaning down a bit, he parted his lips, still holding Shane’s gaze up through his lashes, and slowly started sucking on Shane’s fingers. He always thought that move was a little contrived, but his mind was changed — watching Ryan take him in his mouth, swallowing each knuckle easily, through fluttering lashes in some perverse twist of innocence… it had to be one of the hottest things Shane had ever seen.

After a few seconds, Ryan pulled away. “Good to go, then?” His voice sounded a little rough, a little raw.

Shane nodded. He didn’t trust himself to speak. He slipped his fingers below Ryan’s waistband once more, this time going lower — he felt Ryan’s clit, erect and straining against his boxer-briefs. He was already wet. Shane started stroking his clit slowly, thumb circling across the top. His gaze was steady on Ryan’s face, watching him tilt his head back, clenched fist against his mouth to hide it parting, trying to smother a gasp.

He slipped a finger into Ryan’s cunt, shallow and slow, still working his clit as he did so. Ryan was hot and wet, and Shane had to bite back a curse, just thinking of what it would feel like around his cock. Ryan gasped again, a shaky ‘fuck’ in Shane’s ear. He was hot, and getting to touch him was hot — but the most satisfying part of this, what was making his dick strain against his pants and kept him chewing on his lip, trying to choke back moans, was how he was pleasuring Ryan, how good Ryan was feeling. His satisfaction was the best part. Shane had always felt, in sex, it was best for him when he was topping; he liked doing the work, being the active partner, entirely honed in on making whoever he was with feel as good as possible. This felt like that, dialled to a thousand.

Ryan was pushing against him, hips twitching, fingers shaking as they moved across his shoulders, down his sides, to his mouth in a clenched fist and through his hair. He looked as though his knees could give at any moment — almost to where Shane wanted him. Dipping his head again, he whispered to Ryan. “Can I eat you out?”

Ryan nodded vigorously, but Shane waited for a verbal yes. He pulled his hand out from Ryan’s jeans, thumbing his hip bone again as he did. “Yeah, God. Fuck. Please,” Ryan whimpered as he let Shane shimmy his jeans down. Taking a breath, he boosted himself onto the sink counter. “God, I can’t think about how gross this is, this fucking bathroom.”

“Don’t,” Shane said as he kneeled, slotting himself between Ryan’s thighs, knees over his shoulders. He took a moment, just taking the sight in. His happy trail, the downy hair covering his thighs, muscular and flexing in anticipation. He ran his thumbs across Ryan’s inner thighs, glancing up at his face. His brows were knitted, shoulders bunched — Shane had noticed that Ryan drew in on himself when he was tense. He wanted to make him feel loose, unclenched, absolutely falling apart. Slowly, delicately, he thumbed at the lips of Ryan’s hole, feeling his legs twitch. “This feel good?” he asked, and waited for Ryan to nod. When he got the response he was looking for, he leaned in, pulling Ryan’s clit into his mouth and sucking gently, savouring the feeling of Ryan shaking and writhing above him. He felt his own cock straining against his pants. Even without Ryan touching him, he was close to the edge. Ryan’s legs wrapped around Shane’s neck, hands threading through his hair. He scratched at Shane’s scalp, breathing shakily as he did.

His tongue swirled against Ryan, and he slipped a finger inside his cunt, massaging him. He yanked Shane’s hair in response, hissing out a slow ‘yes’. Shane moaned against him — he hadn’t thought he was into hair-pulling, but when it was Ryan, it was somehow… incredibly sexy. If he had thought Ryan was antsy before, he hadn’t seen anything then — he was bucking against Shane, hips twitching in every moment, incredibly responsive to anything Shane did. “I—I think I’m close,” he choked out.

Shane inserted another finger, mouth and hand moving faster and faster. He slipped his free hand down his own pants — coming in his pants, at this point, was unavoidable. He was just embracing the inevitable. His cock was full and incredibly sensitive; he stroked once, twice, thrice, barely able to control his own hips jerking.

They came together, in near-perfect synchronicity. Shane allowed himself a moment of pride for his timing skills — he made Ryan come pretty quickly (his previous horniness notwithstanding). Ryan leaned back on his elbows as Shane disentangled them, moving forward to pull him into a rough kiss once he rose from his knees. His hands threaded through Shane’s hair, tugging slightly, and Shane felt him grin against his lips.

“Thanks,” Ryan said when he pulled away, wearing a crooked, tired smile. He took several deep breaths, looking spent and satisfied, before sliding off the counter, shimmying his jeans back up.

“No problem,” Shane replied, a little bemused by how casual their whole post-sex exchange was. He pulled his hand from his pants, and cringed when he realized the aftermath of coming in his pants — he did indeed have cum in his boxers. “Aw, gross.”

Ryan wheezed a laugh, clapping Shane on the shoulder. “Looks like you’re going commando, big guy.” Shane glanced at his watched — Ryan was right. Not enough time to go home and change. “You’ll be alright.”

He was already preening in the mirror, trying (and failing) to smooth out his hair and unwrinkle his clothes — even if he managed, which he didn’t, he couldn’t wipe that post-sex satisfaction off his face. Something in the pit of Shane’s stomach, more tender than lust and more affectionate than intended, was proud to put that expression on him, even if it was just going to trigger unending amounts of office gossip and mockery. He knew he himself looked dazed and rumpled.

As Ryan went to unlock the door, and Shane resigned himself to ditching his boxers and freeballing, he paused. Shane hadn’t had time to really consider whether they’d do this again, and it seemed Ryan had a similar thought when he’d turned around. “So… that was fun. Top five lays at least.”

“Top five?” Shane replied, tone slightly mocking. “Oh wow, really?”

“Hey, considering we’re in a fucking office bathroom in the middle of the workday, I’d say that’s pretty good. I can bump you down for attitude.”

“You can bump me down anytime.”

Ryan rolled his eyes. “Wanna… keep doing this?”

“I’ll block off an appointment in my calendar. 20 minutes, two weeks from now?”

“I was thinking sooner, but if you want to wait, that’s your prerogative.”

That made Shane backtrack quickly — he hadn’t really expected Ryan to want to turn this into a full FWB situation when he’d yanked him into the bathroom but, in the same breath, he absolutely wasn’t complaining. “No, no, sooner sounds great.”

“Alright, well.” Ryan turned to leave, before pausing again. He took a step towards Shane, then a step towards the door, and a step back to Shane again.

“I thought we did this to stop you from being so… antsy and weird.”

After a beat, Ryan slapped his ass, groping it for a moment before he pulled away. “Weird, sure. Antsy, nah. I was just trying to make up my mind — if I wanted to see if anything was there or not. More than I expected.”

As he opened the door, Shane shook his head. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment,” he mumbled at Ryan’s back.

Ryan glanced behind him, cracking a goofy grin. “Think I can get a ‘Sasquatch is real and I fucked him’ hat now? You’re basically one in the same, right?”

“I think you’ll have to actually fuck me to get that. Come on, put your money where your mouth is.”

He rolled his eyes, still wheezing. “I’ll put it on the agenda. Have fun with your cumpants, big fella.”

“Yessir,” Shane replied, as Ryan closed the door behind him.

He took a moment to take stock of the situation, standing alone in the bathroom. So: he’d fucked his best friend, with unforseen and unconsidered consequences. He had cum in his pants. He was dazed from the fuck, and probably would be a little hazy for a few hours at least — he wasn’t seventeen anymore.

But, at the very least, he’d had a good time.

And Ryan wouldn’t be so antsy anymore.

we can get real horny / and keep messing around we can keep real quiet / won’t be making no sounds i’ll try my best / not to touch your face next time can we / please meet at my place?

#shyan #buzzfeed unsolved #shane madej #ryan bergara #jules.txt #fic*

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thesuperyooper · 6 years

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Buzzfeed Unsolved VS Markiplier Manor

Inspired by this post by @markired

This was too fun to write...

"Here it is, Markiplier Manor." Ryan mused as the the Buzzfeed Unsolved crew pulled up to the looming mansion.

"Markiplier... why does that name sound so familiar?" Shane asked and Ryan shrugged.

"No idea man. No idea." he replied.

The group got out of the car and the cameraman started rolling on the manor.

"This is Markiplier Manor, one of the most mysterious and putatively haunted places in all of LA." Ryan introduced as the cameras panned to the mansion. A thunder cloud began to roll in overhead and a light rumble filled the air. Ryan jumped a bit and Shane laughed at him.

"We're not even in the house yet and you're already losing your shit." Shane giggled as they approached the main entrance.

The door was large and wooden, with a long vertical window in the center and matching ones alongside the door. A warm, golden glow emanated through the designs in the window panes. Two sets of armor stood watch over the door. The whole house gave off a welcoming feeling that didn't match the cold, stone facade of the manor. It quite sit right with anyone in the group. Ryan knocked on the door gently.

The door swung open hastily and a tall, well built man in black tie attire greeted them. He wore white gloves and his black, curly hair was styled back with expertise. "Ah, Bonjour! Welcome to Markiplier Manor!" he greeted with a jubilant smile on his face, "You must be the Buzzfeed crew! Come in, come in. I shall get out of your way, forthwith."

The butler disappeared into the house. The three men shuffled in the house and Shane looked at Ryan with a confused look.

"What the hell does forthwith mean?" Shane whispered as they made their way into the sitting room.

Ryan shrugged once again, but was caught off guard by a soft voice coming from the entryway that they had just left.

"Oh! There you are, old friend. How are you settling into your new office?" the voice whispered. It sounded layered, almost. Like it wasn't in the right place.

Ryan looked, confused once again, to Shane. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, the butler seems to be having a rough time in the kitchen." Shane laughed, and Ryan heard a clanging from another room.

"No, not that. That voice." Ryan reiterated. Shane rolled his eyes and clambered down onto the couch. Ryan sat down next to him and pulled out his phone, shaking off the weird vibe he was getting from the house. The cameraman set up a tripod and started filming the two.

“So, what’s up with this house?” Shane asked, leaning back, and Ryan pulled up his script on his phone.

“Well, back in the 1920’s, this house was under ownership of an actor by the name of Mark.” Ryan began.

“Wonder where the Iplier came from…” Shane questioned.

“Maybe it was his last name?” Ryan suggested.

“Nah, I bet his last name was something ridiculous. Like Fischbach.” Shane joked.

Ryan laughed and continued to read the history of the manor. “Mark lived here his whole life with his best friend, William. William left to serve in World War 1 where he came back as a Colonel. Upon his arrival back into the United States, his friends, Mark, the D.A, who’s name is never specified, and Damien, the town’s mayor at the time, began calling him The Colonel, and the nickname stuck. Mark helped William find employment after the war and kept him financially stable.”

“Like, the KFC Colonel?” Shane joked once again.

“Imagine coming back from World War 1 and your friends literally renaming you after a fast food mascot.” Ryan chuckled.

“I’d kill you.” his counterpart added.

Ryan continued once more. “It’s said that Mark, Damien, the D.A. and William were inseparable, until, that is, Mark married Damien’s sister Celine. It’s safe to say William was jealous, for now he was in debt to Mark and in love with his wife. Nothing big happened, though, until Celine left Mark for William. Mark then ostracized himself from the group; isolating himself in this very manor for months.”

“Jesus Christ,” Shane exhaled, “curb your best friend and steal his wife.”

“Talk about a homewrecker.” Ryan jabbed.

“Okay, but what about Damien? The poor guy is stuck in the middle of this like “I don’t want either of you to date my sister!”” Shane said in an old-timey voice.

“One day he just goes, “Fuck both of you!” and Celine goes “Been there done that.”” Ryan weezed.

“The D.A. just nopes out of the whole situation.” Shane giggled.

After catching his breath, Ryan went on, “After a year or so, Mark organized a private, weekend, poker party, in this very manor. Damien had told his girlfriend at the time that he thought Mark was “trying to get the gang back together.” The party was exclusive and the only accounts of what happened that night were from the chef, the groundskeeper, a detective named Abe, and the butler, Benjamin.”

“I wonder if he’s any relation to our tall, dark, and handsome butler friend?” Shane mused.

“Maybe his grandfather?” Ryan guessed. “The only definitive things we know about the poker party was that the only people to come out alive were the groundskeeper, the chef, and Benjamin. The story goes, that Mark was killed the morning after the party, and the rest of the folks tried to figure out who the murderer was. Accounts of strange happenings such as Mark’s body vanishing, disembodied whispers, broken mirrors, and people appearing out of nowhere, have led people to believe the house may have been cursed before the party.”

“Wait- the body just disappeared?” Shane asked.

“Just straight up vanishes.” Ryan confirmed, “Never to be seen again.”

“Sounds hinkey” Shane replied.

“Most of the witnesses to the party refused to talk about it, the chef even claiming that he’d rather die than go back to the manor.” Ryan explained, “The only body found was Abe’s, who had been shot in the stomach. There are three theories: One- the bodies of the D.A., the Colonel, Mark, Damien, and Celine were disposed of by the staff of the house, who had gotten fed up with Mark’s management. Two- William killed Mark, Damien and the D.A. and ran off with Celine. And Three- every one thought to be dead is still alive. There have been accounts of people seeing William with pink hair and a mustache to match and Damien by his side. Some people also believe that Mark is still alive and makes Youtube videos.”

“Hold your fucking horses.” Shane yelled. “You’re telling me people think they’ve seen these guys, like present day setting? They would be like, over 100 years old by now!”

“I’m just reading the theories, man!” Ryan retorted, laughing, “Don’t shoot the messenger!”

Shane just laughed and shook his head, “I think it’s time we shut off the lights and get to ghosting!”

A couple hours later, Shane and Ryan were walking through Markiplier Manor, their cameraman in tow. As they walked into the dining room, Ryan clicked on the spirit box.

“Is there anyone here?” Ryan asked, as the spirit box’s static noise echoed throughout the house. “If the spirits haunting this house are with us tonight, make yourselves known!”

“Mark, if you are here, tickle Ryan’s chin!” Shane joked, earning him a glare from Ryan.

The spirit box crackled. A deep laugh was heard quietly through the house and the spirit box started to play some sort of techno-music.

“What the fuck?!” Ryan shouted, startled, immediately turning the spirit box off. “You heard that laugh too, right?”

Shane shrugged, “It sounded like the house settling to me.”

They moved into the sitting room and Ryan switched on the spirit box once more.

“What happened during the weekend of October 10th?” Shane asked.

The spirit box crackled, “Murder.”

“Holy shit dude.” Ryan gasped as a bolt of lightning struck outside.

“Well, that’s comforting.” Shane replied.

Next, they went to the D.A.’s room. Nothing happened. Then, to William’s room. Nothing happened. Their last stop on the second floor was Mark’s room.

They looked around at the room and Shane picked up a picture frame. Inside was a picture of William, Damien, and Mark. He set it on the floor and the Ghoul Boys sat around it.

“What happened between you and William, Mark?” was the question he proposed.

A hush fell over the room, before a strange, disembodied whispered quietly said, “Can I borrow your friend here?” The picture flipped over and the glass cracked around the Colonel’s face.

“You had to have heard that!” Ryan shouted, backing away from the picture as Shane picked it up.

“That butler is going to kill us.”

The boys exit the room in a panicked rush before they heard a voice shouting, “Madness is stealing your best friend’s wife! Madness is plotting the death of your childhood friend because you can’t handle the tru-” The voice was cut off by a gunshot that came from the upstairs balcony.

Shane and Ryan ran to the balcony, only to find no one there. They looked at each other, before running downstairs and towards the exit.

Before leaving the two paused in front of a large mirror and caught their breath. Suddenly the mirror shattered and a piercing scream came from the corridor below the balcony. Shane and Ryan looked at the mirror to find the D.A. staring out at them, screaming and pounding their fists against the shattered glass. Both men screamed and ran out the door, into two solid objects.

When they looked up, they realized that they had just ran into two other men. One was wearing a black suit and had pitch black eyes, while the other wore a yellow shirt and pink suspenders, his hair and mustache the same shade of bubblegum.

“Heard you two were looking for ghosts!” the man that people claimed to be William said in a slurred cadence.

Shane and Ryan ran passed them, their cameraman not too far behind. They jumped in their car and drove away from the manor.

“You guys win! I believe it all now!” Shane yelled.

And that was the final episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural.

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Thank you @amerileste-cressderqueen for your super cute prompt! This is more Jock! Ryan than Badboy!Ryan but I can’t help but make Ryan cute and jock-y. I hope I did your au justice!

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“Kobe!”

Shane shakes his head to himself, watching as a piece of crumpled paper goes sailing into the trash can in his periphery. There's scattered laughter coming from the back of the class and Shane might be a bit more inclined to ignore it if he wasn’t in the middle of outlining his essay. Creating a coherent argument on the Yalta Agreement’s impact on Eastern Europe was annoying enough without a live remake of Space Jam happening three rows behind him. Jocks. Could they be more stereotypical?

Usually, Shane doesn’t mind the running commentary from the guys in his class. It’s never malicious and sometimes even gets him to laugh along. But history happens to be one of his favorites and having to pause every five minutes so Jock 1 can yawn loudly while Jocks 2 and 3 snicker like they’ve got prime seats at some comedy club can get kind of grating. Shane comes to class to actually learn something, sue him. He knows he’s a bit of a nerd.

Eventually, Shane somehow manages to tune them out, getting sucked back into researching and typing up his outline. Before he knows it, the bell is ringing and everyone is rushing to pack up their bags, chairs screeching as students hightail it out to their next class. Shane puts away his laptop, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heads towards the door. He has lunch plans with Sara and a couple of his friends and he knows if he’s late all the only-kind-of-shitty cafeteria food will be long gone.

He’s halfway to freedom when his teacher calls for him.

“Shane? Can I talk to you for a second?”

Shane’s heart momentarily stops, wondering nervously if he’d gotten in trouble before he relaxes again. There’s no way he’d ever get in trouble in this class. None of his friends had managed to get the same period history class as him so he rarely talks unless to answer a question and, not to pat his own back or anything, he’s pretty much killing it grade wise.

Shane almost laughs at his paranoia from something as simple as his teacher asking to talk to him but, realizing that would make him seem even weirder than he already is, simply turns to face his teacher.

“Yeah, of course Ms. Millers. Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, of course not. I was just hoping to see if you would be available to tutor one of your peers in your free time. You can say no, obviously, but this student is struggling pretty badly and you are one of my top students.”

“I- I don’t know. I kind of have a lot on my plate right now with college apps and… stuff.”

“Well, tutoring is a great extracurricular to have and I’d even give you extra credit to make up for your lost time. What’d you say?”

Shane hesitates. He’d hate just flat out saying no to his teacher and the extra credit and promise of beefing up his college resume are enticing but he just isn’t sure. Spending all his free time with some kid who probably couldn’t care less about learning history or listening to Shane isn't exactly his idea of a fun time. But still, he can’t help thinking about how good this would make him look to colleges.

“Would it be okay if we just did a trial run? Like, I tutor them for a bit and if it’s not working they get a new tutor. I’m just not sure if I’m cut out for the whole teaching thing.”

His teacher smiles at him and agrees, thanking him profusely before handing him a post-it note letting him know who he would be tutoring and when they could meet.

“You know Ryan Bergara, right? I’ll let him know that you’ve agreed to be his tutor and you can have your official meet after school in the library. From there on, it's up to you. Thank you again, Shane.”

----

Two o’clock finds Shane halfheartedly trudging across the school to the library. He’s already regretting agreeing to this despite not having spent a single second actually tutoring yet.

It’s not that he has anything against Ryan, in fact he hasn’t even ever talked to the guy. Their school’s big enough that they’ve never really crossed paths before and even with Ryan cracking his occasionally funny jokes at the back of the class Shane’s used to ignoring him and being ignored in turn.

He’s just...a little nervous if he was being honest with himself. Shane’s seen the teen classics, is currently living one. He knows, despite how stereotypical it might seem, that jocks like Ryan and nerdy guys like him don’t usually get along. Like cats and dogs, it’s just their nature. So having to spend prolonged amounts of time with fratboy-in-training Ryan Bergara just seems like a disaster waiting to happen.

Or it would be if he ever shows up to their session.

Fifteen minutes have gone by since Shane had arrived at the library. Fifteen minutes since their specified session was supposed to take place. Fifteen more seconds and Shane is about to storm out of there, seething with annoyance over having to take time out of his day for some asshole wh-

“Sorry I’m late! I had to talk to the coach about missing practice and then he was up my ass about how I’d be off the team if I missed too often and then-“ Ryan trails off at Shane’s unimpressed glare, “uh, yeah. Sorry. For being late.” He finishes, giving an awkward laugh and looking embarrassed and out of breath.

“It’s fine,” Shane says, clearly not fine, “just try not to do it again.”

“No, yeah for sure, man. This was just a fluke, won’t happen again,” he pulls out the chair opposite of Shane and plops down. “So, uh, what now? I’ve never had a tutor before so I don’t really know how this is supposed to go.”

Shane shrugs, “Well, I’ve never been a tutor before but I guess... we can outline what you struggle with most, go over some of your past grades, talk about your studying habits, things like that. And then we can start actually studying next time. Sound good?”

“Yeah but just warning you, you’re probably gonna be severely disappointed in some of my answers.”

----

“Never, Ryan? You never study for the class you’re literally failing? What is wrong with you!”

“Not- not never never. I said ‘almost never’. That’s a little better.”

“Ryan…”

“Okay! I know it’s bad but I just figure; what’s the point? I don’t have hours to spare to try to figure out what's going on 500 years ago and why.

And even if I do it still doesn’t make sense to me! There’s like a million things going on at one point in time, dude! It’s confusing! So I thought; why bother. Senioritis and all that.”

“Senioritis is not a valid reason to fail an entire class, man.”

“I know, it’s just,” Ryan sighs sounding defeated, “I don’t even know where to start. This is probably useless, man, I’m never gonna catch up.”

And if that doesn’t break Shane’s heart a little bit.

“Ye of little faith. I’m offended that you’re doubting my abilities. I’m about to My Fair Lady the shit out of your history skills!”

Ryan raises his eyebrow at Shane’s antics but he laughs all the same so Shane considers it a win.

“If you say so.”

“I do say so. So let’s make a game plan! See, like your little basketball thing-y! I’m already helping you understand so much more.”

Ryan laughs again and looks much less despondent. Shane could get used to this.

“Wow, you put a sports reference in just for me? I’m touched.” Ryan replies and Shane has to will his face to keep from heating. Jocks really will flirt with anything in front of them won’t they?

“So! What I want you to do is actually take notes on our assigned readings and what we do in class. From the way you yell ‘Kobe’ every two seconds—” Ryan reddens—“ I can assume you definitely don’t do that and then we can compare class notes to fill in anything you’ve missed.

We can meet twice a week for maybe, an hour or two? And before any big tests or if you have questions, of course. That way we can still have time to do whatever. That okay with you?”

Ryan shrugs. “Yeah, man that’s great. I have practice Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays so it’d actually be pretty perfect if we could meet up tomorrow or Thursday?”

“Tomorrow’s fine,” Shane says as he stands up and begins putting on his bag. “Same time, same place?”

“Uh, yeah but wait,” Ryan grabs Shane’s wrist to keep his from walking away, “Can I have your number?”

“My- my number?” Shane asks a little flustered.

“Yeah, so we can plan to meet up for sessions or I can let you know if I’m ever running late again.”

Ryan shoots him a sheepish smile and Shane feels extremely dumb.

“Oh. Yeah, of course. That makes sense.”

They exchange numbers and Shane manages to feel only mildly horrified. Obviously Ryan wasn’t hitting on him. Why would he be?

By the time they reach the student parking lot an air of awkwardness has seeped into their interactions once more.

“So, uh, you need a ride home?”

“No, it’s alright. My ride’s already on it’s way. Thanks, though.”

“Oh,” Ryan hesitates, then “I can wait with you if you want?”

“Umm. Sure? My brother should only be a couple minutes but thanks.”

Ryan sits down on the lip of the sidewalk and Shane, feeling awkward looming over him even more than usual, follows suit.

“So basketball. That’s uh… neat?” Shane winces and he very much appreciates how Ryan tries to tamp down his laughter.

“Yeah, it’s ‘neat’ I guess.” Then after a few seconds of dead air, “You play?”

Shane knows it’s a perfectly acceptable question but still he can’t find it in himself to not laugh out loud at it.

“What?” Ryan asks, confused, “why are you laughing?”

“Oh my God. Me? Playing any sport, ever? Ryan Bergara I did not know you were this funny.”

Ryan snorts, “Whatever, dude. You should join anyways. The other team would see all twenty feet of you running down the court at them and shit themselves.”

“And this whole time I thought you needed more to get on the team than just being tall. At least, that’s how I figured you got on the team anyways.”

“Fuck you, Sasquatch!” Ryan says without any real heat. They’re both laughing too much to actually be offended by anything.

Unfortunately, they’re soon interrupted by the sound of an engine running and Shane looks up to see his brother’s car pulling up. With a pang of regret he says goodbye to Ryan and climbs in the passenger seat.

He had actually been having a lot of fun with Ryan. He’s even almost looking forward to seeing him again tomorrow.

----

Studying with Ryan turns out to be… quite nice. Different, but nice.

Ryan isn’t actually a dumb jock, nor is he unwilling to listen to Shane. In fact, Ryan readily soaks up whatever information Shane offers him, asking questions about what he doesn’t understand and absolutely nailing what he does. His problem, Shane discovers, is his lack of motivation.

Left to his own devices Ryan would never even think of opening their World Histories textbook. So Shane has to force him to take notes, quizzing him afterwards and making him rewrite key figures, timelines and concepts until Ryan could recite it back to him in his sleep.

But disregarding the whole academic aspect of their arrangement, it’s also just fun to hang out with Ryan. Their senses of humor align perfectly and their sessions have the tendency to run long because they always distract each other with dumb bits and silly jokes. Shane is amazed at how good they worked together and some part of him longs to have met Ryan earlier.

----

Through the course of the school year, however, their academic relationship turns into something more.

Ryan eventually moves his seat from the back of the class to next to Shane’s up front, turning red and flipping his friends off over his shoulder while they jeer and whistle.

Shane shoots him a confused look but he’s happy for the company. Ryan just looks down at his desk and mumbles something about being able to pay better attention from up here. Shane shrugs in acceptance but he does find it rather odd when he sees a flush creep across Ryan’s neck.

Still, it’s fun having Ryan next to him. It gives him someone to bounce ideas off of when they’re given an assignment or made to pair up. They work well together and Ms. Millers is definitely pleased with Ryan’s improvement in class.

Plus, with Ryan right next to him Shane’s become privy to all of his weird and dorky comments. Soon, Shane makes it his mission to make Ryan crack up in the middle of class with weird history facts. This way, Shane figures, he’s still helping Ryan learn history just with the added bonus of seeing Ryan throw his head back in infectious laughter, face bright and warm with joy.

History’s always been his favorite class of the day and with the added addition of Ryan by his side everything seems to have gotten even better.

----

Once Shane realizes his feelings for Ryan aren’t even remotely platonic, however, things go slightly to shit.

If he were feeling dramatic, which Shane always was, he would liken his epiphany to the so-called powder keg of Europe. Replace the nationalistic feelings of the Balkans with his romantic feelings for Ryan and World War I with intense self-depreciation and moping over Ryan not liking him back and it was basically the exact same thing.

God, he was pathetic and even history analogies weren’t making him feel better.

Ever since The Realization (in capital letters because Shane felt everything life altering necessitated capital letters), though, he has been more or less a mess.

Every single interaction with Ryan seems to send him into cardiac arrest, even things that he’d previously enjoyed immensely like huddling close in a library booth to compare notes or Ryan laughing so hard at one of his jokes that he would begin wheezing. Every little thing Ryan does makes Shane’s stomach flutter nervously or causes his hands to clam up.

Shane would wish he didn’t have a crush on someone he was starting to consider as one of his closest friends if it didn’t simultaneously make him giddy as hell.

----

“Shaaaane,” Ryan groans one Thursday, the second after he sits down, “I’m fucking doomed.”

Shane smiles fondly down at Ryan, laughing at how he’s planted his face directly into his backpack on the table.

“Alright, drama queen, I’ll bite. Why are you doomed? Ghosties follow you home? Did the wind

come whisper in your ear and tell you when you’re gonna die?”

Ryan flips him off without picking up his head. Backpack muffling his voice he says, “I’m a dumbass and I forgot that we had a test tomorrow but I also have a big ass game tomorrow that I need to practice for so I’m screwed. Maybe I should ask the Ouija board which I should get ready for.”

“Or, dumbass, you could do both.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Shane snorts before holding up a finger and digging out his phone, “hold on I got the perfect thing for this.” Shane continues to mess around on his phone before smiling smugly and hitting send.

Ryan lifts a brow as he receives a message from Shane before his mouth quirks into a wide smile.

“Oh my God. Did you just send me the ‘Why Not Both’ taco commercial gif? What is this 2008, you dork!” Ryan laughs and Shane finds himself laughing along on reflex, chest feeling tight and warm with how fond Ryan sounds. He’s always glad to distract Ryan from his anxieties.

“So whaddya say? I quiz you while you practice the ol’ game of hoops. Exercising while studying is supposed to help with recall, anyways.”

“Mr. Madej, you, sir, are a genius.”

----

Shane is not a genius. Shane is, in fact, a very dumb, foolish man for thinking he could handle Ryan Bergara in all his sweaty, grunt-y glory. Oh God.

He really isn’t sure what he thought was gonna happen when he offered to let Ryan practice while he quizzed him but it definitely wasn’t this.

‘This’ being a very shirtless, very attractive Ryan only a few feet away from him.

“So,” Shane cleared his throat, trying to keep his attention on his notes and not on Ryan’s half-naked form running suicides across the gym floor, “last topic. The XYZ Affair occurred under which President and involved what countries?”

“Uh. President...Adams? And it was between the US and the French because the French were trying to get us to bribe them or something, right?”

“R-right. And Adams was?”

“Old and white?”

Shane laughs, “Ryan…”

“Sorry, sorry,” Ryan laughs, taking a break, hands braced on his knees to catch his breath and wow that is a view Shane could get used to. “He was a Federalist which meant he liked a strong government and the new constitution.”

“Damn, Bergara, you’re getting good. You might as well be the tutor now.”

“Yeah, right. I’m convinced the reason your noggins’ so big is because of all the freaky history facts you got shoved up there. I doubt there’s anything I could teach you.”

“I could think of a few things.”

Ryan cocks an eyebrow at him looking amused and Shane feels his face heat at having said that out loud.

“I mean— basketball of course! Definitely don’t know anything about that, ha.” Shane finishes lamely and God, Shane would appreciate a good, ol’ biblical plague just about now to come and knock him dead.

“Oh, yeah? You wanna learn about basketball?” Ryan smirks as Shane nods unsure, face still red. “Okay then, big guy, get over here.”

“What, no! Let’s just focus on Federalism! So fun!”

“Nah, I’m good. Now get over here before I drag your gangly ass over here myself.”

Shane whines and Ryan just mimics him, smiling widely when Shane finally gets up and walks over to him.

“See, wasn’t so hard. Let’s start with your free throws. Most children can do those.”

“Haha, you’re so funny, man. Truly, I’m cracking up.”

“Shut it, Shane. Now, bend your elbows a little bit. Straighten your wrist, yeah like that. Now aim for the hoop and shoot. Don’t forget to follow through.”

Shane shoots and misses by a mile. He groans and slaps Ryan’s shoulder when he starts laughing loudly.

“I told you, I don’t do sports, Ryan.”

“No, no it was good for a first try. Here, lemme just,” Ryan presses another ball into his hands and then moves behind him. Before Shane knows what's happening he feels Ryan pressed against the length of his back and he’s being manhandled into position once more. “Alright, there, that’s better. Now I can’t see around your ginormous head so you’ll have to aim pretty well but I’ll guide you through it.”

Ryan’s arms aren’t quite long enough to wrap perfectly around Shane’s but he manages to maneuver his arms into a shooting position before he makes Shane move with him in one fluid motion. Shane can feel Ryan’s muscles moving around his own, warm and cut and wow. This is a lot to take in. He doesn’t even register the ball going through the hoop until Ryan takes his arms off him to clap him on the back excitedly.

“You did it, man! Nice job. You’ll make the NBA’s yet.”

Shane shakes himself out of it. “Oh, definitely. Maybe, I’ll even let you come fangirl when I get signed onto the Lakers.”

“You remembered my favorite team?”

Shane scoffs, “Of course I do. You never stop talking about them, man. Plus, you have an unhealthy amount of Lakers jerseys.”

Ryan stares at him, strangely and Shane briefly panics that he somehow incriminated himself. He breathes a sigh of relief when all Ryan does is smile at him.

“Yeah, you’re right. You should, um, maybe come to my game tomorrow, though. Watch me play,” he pauses, looking at Shane almost shyly, “Y’know, to pick up some pointers. The Lakers deserve the best.”

“Of course, little guy.”

Ryan beams at him.

——

“I am so fucked,” Shane says the second he gets to Sara’s room, planting face first into her bed.

“Hello, to you too, stranger. Been awhile since I’ve seen you without your new man.”

“Sara! That’s the reason I’m fucked—“ Sara grins at him and laughs when Shane chucks a pillow at her “not like that you creep. I mean I have a crush on the captain of the basketball team and my life is over.”

“Jeez, Shane. Since when were you this dramatic?”

“I’m not being dramatic. My life is one giant cliche and it sucks.”

“You’re literally languishing on my bed like some 1920’s starlet. I’d say you’re a little dramatic but seriously. So what if you like Ryan, I honestly thought you guys were already dating.”

“What?” Shane says, choking on his own spit, “Why would you think we were dating? I can’t even tell if Ryan likes me!”

“Shane, we’ve been best friends for years so know that I say this with complete love and sincerity: you’re a dumbass.”

“Hey! I’m wounded. Can’t you just comfort me like a normal best friend. Where’s my ice cream and shitty rom com marathon?”

“Shane, seriously. You guys hang out all the time, even when you’re not studying,” Sara starts, counting off on her fingers, “I once saw him give you such intense heart eyes he almost walked into a locker. He-“

“Heart eyes aren’t a thing, Sara. Plus, why would Ryan even like me. He’s popular, and a jock and cool-“

“Oh my god, stop making this into a John Hughes film. Sorry to offend your little boyfriend but he’s not actually a ‘cool kid’. He's a dork like you.

Shane, you told me he has a ghost hunting kit in his bedroom. You literally told me you guys spend hours playing Sims together and plotting fake murders. You guys are literally perfect for each other.”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’. I need you to get this though your huge dome. You’re dumb and neither of you are cool and that’s why you guys are perfectly adorkable for each other.”

“If I relent will you promise to never say ‘adorkable’ again?”

“Hmm. Nope.”

Shane laughs and he pulls Sara into a hug.

“Thanks, Sara. Love you.”

“Love you, too, ya dillweed. But I can think of one other person you should be telling that to.”

Shane just throws another pillow at her.

----

“So,” Ryan says during the lulls of one of their study sessions. They’re in his room, books pushed to the center of his bed and Shane sprawled across the bottom of it. “You ask anyone to prom yet?”

Shane swallows, his heart a pit in his stomach.

“No, not yet. Been a little busy. Why?”

Ryan looks at him shyly before his gaze darts back to his hands, fingers nervously folding and refolding a piece of paper in front of him.

“No reason, I was just wondering…”

This is it. This is the moment where Ryan’ll ask him, he’s sure of it. Sara’s pep talk ringing in the back of his mind, Shane’s prepared to scream out his affirmation.

“I was wondering if you’d mind coming to the basketball game tomorrow. I’m planning on promposing before the game starts and I have it on good authority that you’ve got a way with cameras.”

Crack. What was that? Oh nothing, just the sound of Shane’s heart breaking, no big.

“Sure, I’d love to. Anything...anything for my best buddy.” Shane says, forcing a calm demeanor, “um, I just remembered my mom wanted me home early so I’ll just see you at the game.”

“Alright. Be sure to get their early and get a seat near the court. Wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” Shane laughs, smiling dropping the second his back turned.

----

So.

So Sara was wrong and Ryan liked someone else. So what! He was still going to be a good friend and show up to the game and film Ryan asking out someone else. Of course he was!

Or, he would if he could force himself out of bed.

“Shane?” He heard Sara call his name after another twenty minutes spent moping facedown on his bed. “Shane! What are you doing? You have to be at that game, like, yesterday!”

“Sara, can’t you smell the teen angst? I don’t want to go to the game.”

“Well, Ryan’s waiting on you and he made me come get you so yeah, you are going.”

“Sara, you traitor!”

“Stuff it, Madej. I’m doing this for you. Now get up and shower. I’m going to pick you at a nice outfit and then we’re going.”

“Sara, you’re like zero feet tall you can’t order me ar-“

“Now!”

Shane got up at bolted for the bathroom.

“Just so you know I’m doing this because I want to not because I’m scared of you.”

Sara just hummed, already going through his wardrobe.

----

“This sucks and I’m revoking your best friend card,” Shane mumbles as they take their place at the bottom of the bleachers, as close to the court as possible. The seats behind them were already filling in with students and families and he could see both teams warming up on the court.

Ryan catches his eye and waves at him. Shane can’t help but wave back. Beneath the murmur of people Shane could’ve sworn he hears Sara mutter ‘idiots’ under her breath.

“No you’re not because I’m the best,” Ryan and his team move closer to the bleachers with one person holding an honest-to-God stereo and Ryan holding a big poster. Shane feels his heart clench all over again. Quickly, Sara grabs the camera from his hands and turns it on, “See, I’ll even film Ryan’s promposal for you!”

Shane smiles slightly but moves to take the camera back.

“Thanks, Sara but you don’t have to.”

“Shh! I think he’s gonna do it.” Sara says slapping his hands away.

Shane turns forward, dreading seeing what Ryan had planned for someone else, someone not him.

The team finishes walking toward the edge of the court and Ryan sends him a quick wink before he focuses on turning the stereo on.

Music blasts out of it and laughter spreads through the gym as people register the song being played.

Getcha Head In The Game from High School Musical. Of course.

“Really, Bergara?” Shane mouths at Ryan, unable to help himself. Ryan just shrugs and smiles widely before he flips the poster around. This time Shane physically shake his head in response.

In bold, slightly messy, block letters it reads: I KNOW IT'S A LONG SHOT BUT I HOPE I KOBE THE ONE TO TAKE YOU TO PROM. Complete with a little lopsided drawing of a basketball.

It’s dumb. All of it is so dumb. But Shane is still hurt. He wants it to be him Ryan was making dumb basketball puns for, him Ryan was taking to prom.

He’s so lost in his sad little spiral he almost misses Sara shoving him and sticking the camera in his face.

“Ow, Sara. What-“

His protest dies on his lips as he notices several sets of eyes on him and Ryan shifting from foot to foot in front of him.

“So? Will you go to prom with me?”

Shane stands there shocked. This is a joke, right? There’s no way Ryan actually wants Shane to go with him to prom.

But Ryan is standing there, smile slipping from his face as Shane continues staring at him in silence.

“I thought- but you said yesterday-“

“I kinda wanted it to be a surprise so I fibbed a little. Sorry?”

“You asshole! After we go to prom I’m gonna kill you!”

Ryan winces before he looks up at Shane smiling.

“After? So, that's a yes?”

“Of, course it’s a yes!”

Ryan whoops loudly and drops his poster to try to lift Shane in a hug. Shane just laughs at his failed attempt so hard it feels like he might cry.

----

Prom is nothing like the ones in all those teen rom coms Shane’s life is starting to resemble and it’s all the better for it.

Ryan and Shane are in the outer edges of the dance floor, breaking out absolutely horrible dance moves to whatever Top 40 pop song the DJ is playing. They��re out of breath and laughing and Shane would want it no other way.

Suddenly, though, the song turns softer, slower and people begin breaking off into couples. Shane stands awkwardly to the side before Ryan grabs his hand and pulls him to his chest.

Shane’s nervous and the soft swaying that they’re doing is making his heart pound faster than when they were jumping around offbeat. Shane’s hands are shaking and he isn’t sure if he’s imagining it but he thinks Ryan’s are too where they’re placed around his hips.

“So, uh,” Shane starts, nervously licking his lips, “you think there are any fuckboy ghosts out here, bumping and grinding without anyone noticing?”

“‘Bumping and grinding’,” Ryan repeats, wheezing, “is this 2002, grandpa? What are you even talking about.”

Shane shrugs and he feels Ryan shift with the movement, “I dunno, man. I may or may not be nervous rambling.”

“Yeah? I thought you weren’t scared of anything, though.”

“No, I’m scared of spiders and being forced to do heroin. You know that.”

“Yeah, of course I do, big guy.” Ryan says in a soft voice and Shane feels like that means more than it sounds like.

But then the song is ending and Shane desperately doesn’t want it to end, doesn't want any of it to end so he heaves in a deep breath and takes a leap of faith

“Hey, what would you do if I were to… hypothetically...say I wanted to kiss you?”

Ryan laughs softly and picks his head up off of Shane's chest where Shane is certain he would have been able to hear his heart beating a mile per minute. Ryan looks Shane in his eyes.

“Hypothetically I would kick your ass for taking so long.”

Shane isn’t sure what he expected Ryan to say. He knows that's how he hoped Ryan would respond but still, he’s shocked and he’s sure it shows because Ryan laughs softly and kisses him even softer, a little hesitant and unsure but so so sweet and Shane thinks he can live in this moment forever. They part out of breath and flushed, swaying slowly to the tacky crooning of some generic love song. Around them the dance room is filled with just as tacky and generic decorations.

Shane places his chin on top of Ryan's head, kissing his hair and Ryan resumes his position nestled against Shane’s chest once again. He can feel Ryan’s smile pressed soundly against his own heart and as tacky and generic as Shane thinks it sounds Shane can feel himself falling a lot of bit in love, swaying underneath the flashing lights of his high school prom. He truly doesn’t care. To him this moment feels like it could go down in the history books.

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Here are some prompts, I've got multiple cause ~options~ are fun and also I'm indecisive A) Ryan thinking of increasingly convoluted excuses to hold Shane's hand B) meet-weird where Ryan's walking in a park to find Shane sitting in a tree playing to kazoo for a bunch of squirrels C) dialogue prompt! "There are other solutions beyond murder, people." Do whatever one tickles your fancy, and congrats on 1k followers! :)

oh shit i love them ALL which one do i do?? B is hilarious but I really actually can’t think of a reason why Shane would be doing…that…

I’m gonna go with A - Ryan finds convoluted excuses to hold Shane’s hand.

Okay, so, the hand-holding had been a thing for a while. They didn’t talk about it, but every so often, after a scare, Ryan would end up grabbing Shane by the arm, or the shoulder, or even the hand. If the scare was particularly ferocious, he would grab his hand and keep it. It was only ever on location though. And they didn’t talk about it.

Then, one day, Shane had joined Ryan by the big window in the Buzzfeed offices - the one with the decent views of LA. Ryan had his nose pressed right up against it, staring at something in the skyline.

“Has the alien invasion finally arrived?” Shane asked, poking him in the back of the shoulder to signal his arrival. Ryan jumped, and scowled at him.

“Ow, dude. No, look, there’s this huge-ass bird on that rooftop. Look.”

Ryan pointed. Shane looked. He did not see the bird.

“I can’t see the bird,” He said.

“Over there, dumbass,” Ryan pointed more insistently.

“Are you imagining birds as well now-”

“No, Shane, over there.” Ryan grabbed his hand and pointed with it towards a nearby building. Shane saw the bird.

“Oh, that. Oh, shit, that is a huge bird. Is it a pigeon?!”

“I told you,” Ryan said. He didn’t let go of Shane’s hand, not until Shane glanced down awkwardly at where Ryan was still pressing it against the glass, and then Ryan dropped it awkwardly.

—

Another scare, in an abandoned mansion in the backwaters of Michigan, all wrought-iron bannisters and dust. It was getting towards the end of spring, but Ryan was still bundled in enough layers to prevent him quite bending his elbows. When the house creaked violently, he immediately grabbed for Shane’s hand, gloved fingers entwining with his own.

—

A variety of small incidences, then; weaving through a crowded bar, dragging Shane into a tapas restaurant and then hauling him away from the tiny fancy hotdogs. He didn’t mind. Guys could hold hands sometimes, it was fine.

—

“Look dude, I’m telling you, you can feel the vibrations through your hands.”

“Yeah, but how does that translate to hearing it in your brain? I call bullshit.”

“That guy - Mozzarella?”

“Mozart, you philistine-”

“He was deaf, and he could compose.”

“Yeah but he, like, went deaf. He still knew what music sounded like.”

Ryan huffed, frustrated, and went and fiddled with the frat-boy sized stereo in the corner of his front room. When something Shane vaguely identified as hip-hop blared through the speaker, obscenely bass-boosted, Ryan grabbed Shane’s hand and slapped it against the speaker.

“I can feel it vibrate, dude, I’m not disputing that, but I can still hear the music in my ears.”

“We need to - find some way to deafen you to prove it properly,” Ryan muttered.

“You need to cool it with the threats,” Shane said, snatching his hand away.

—

Michigan was nice, but LA was nicer, and Ryan flourished in the sunshine. Also, flipflops were optimal footwear, in Shane’s humble opinion - peak potential for weird jokes that made Ryan lose it.

“Look dude, I’m just saying, if Mothman were to appear in the street right now your automatic reaction would likely be to walk right past him.”

“How much does Mothman look like a normal dude?” Shane wondered, absent-mindedly taking a bite from his icecream.

“Didn’t you get the pictures I sent you?” Ryan immediately dug his phone out and started scrolling.

“I ignore everything you email me now; I get the shoot details from TJ.” Shane said.

“What?!”

“You keep sending me those weird tabloid articles about ghosts, and I couldn’t figure out how to filter them properly.” Shane said.

“You-” Ryan grabbed his hand and took a big lick of the ice cream. “There, you dick. Revenge.”

“Whatever,” Shane shrugged, and licked the icecream himself, dragging Ryan’s hand breathtakingly close to his chin. “Can’t outgross me, Bergara. ‘Tis a futile attempt.”

“You’re disgusting,” Ryan rolled his eyes, and when Shane rested his hand on the table in front of them Ryan’s hand stayed covering his.

—

Ryan started grabbing his hand whenever Shane made him laugh, the way he would usually slap the arm of the chair or the table. Just a friend thing, right?

—

“Okay, Madej. This is it. The ultimate test of who’s right about ghosts.” Ryan thumped down into the booth opposite him, eyes slightly hazy. He shoved the empty beer bottles aside and held his hand out, a challenge in his eyes: “We arm-wrestle.”

Shane giggled helplessly, the alcohol in his system making everything vaguely blurry - wait, was he wearing his glasses? He wasn’t wearing his glasses. This could mean he was not as drunk as he thought, or possibly much much drunker. Either way, he planted his elbow on the table opposite Ryan’s and looked him right in the eye.

“You’re on, Bergara. I have the power of science on my side.”

“The power of being obnoxious on your side,” Ryan snorted, grabbing Shane’s hand in his. “Wait, we need an…an impartial observer. Jen, get over here.”

“What the fuck are you guys doing now?” Jen complained, flopping down into the booth next to them. Ryan didn’t break eye contact with Shane.

“Arm wrestle,” He said through gritted teeth. “Winner has to admit they’re wrong about ghosts.”

“Cool,” Jen shrugged. “Uhhh, go, I guess.”

Shane put up a valiant fight. He did. He wasn’t caught unawares by Jen casually telling them to go, and he didn’t squawk when Ryan immediately slammed his hand into the table.

“Wow, you really do have noodle arms,” Ryan said.

“No, that doesn’t count,” Shane insisted, pointing with his free hand. “I wasn’t ready.”

“You have to say I’m right!” Ryan crowed, batting Shane’s accusatory finger away. “Ghosts are real!”

“The match was invalid,” Shane protested, struggling to keep a straight face.

“Shane Madej says ghosts are real!” Ryan yelled, lifting Shane’s hands in the air. “This fucko made fun of me for believing in ghosts, and now look at him!”

“That’s not fair!” Shane laughed, ineffectually trying to tug his hand out of Ryan’s. People were looking at them. Jen had slipped back into the crowd. “Let go of me, you weirdo.”

“No!” Ryan said. “This is your punishment!”

“It’s hardly a punishment!” Shane said, and Ryan gave him a look. A Look. He was really quite drunk.

“Isn’t it,” He asked, considerably quieter.

“Nah,” Shane said, waving his free hand dismissively. “I like it.”

“Oh,” Ryan stared at his fingers entwined with Shane’s, the arm-wrestle forgotten. “Then I - I guess I’ll keep doing it?”

“Sure,” Shane shrugged, and he left his hand in Ryan’s on the vaguely sticky table top, and he left his hand in Ryan’s later whilst the two of them walked - staggered - back to his apartment. He liked it.

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ghostyprince · 5 years

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title: place your hand on mine (untie your mind)

word count: 1.404 rating: G fandom: BuzzF. Uns. relationship: Ryan B./Shane M. summary: Based on this tumblr post: "i bet my hands are bigger than yours dude. i bet they are. no fucking way are your hands bigger than mine. oh, you wanna prove it? go on then. place your hand against mine and we’ll measure them and settle this right now. go on. do it. palm to palm bro let’s go."

author’s note: I wrote this at 10 PM half-asleep because I really needed something cute after having a bad day, so enjoy!

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"No way your hands are bigger than mine, dude!" Shane's lips quirked into an amused smile, sometimes he couldn't believe Ryan was so competitive about such small things. They've just finished recording the latest Post Mortem, it was only the two of them left at the Ghoul HQ. Apparently, someone on Instagram really liked Shane's big hands. He often received comments like that and he kept on ignoring them usually, however, this one particularly amused him, so Shane decided to include it in the video. Ryan hadn't looked like it bothered him at the moment, he just laughed and said something about the BuzzFeed mugs being abnormally small. Apparently, now that their recording session ended, he had some strong opinions about it. "Does it matter? I mean your hands aren't small either, even compared to you being pocket-sized." The smile stretched into a grin after Ryan answered with a slightly annoyed huff. "Rich coming from the guy whose head is way too big for his beanpole size." He scoffed but moved on pretty soon.

"Come on, I bet my hands are bigger than yours, that person is so wrong." He held up his palm, open towards Shane, elbow on the table. Shane snorted, leaning back in his chair and taking a few seconds to just eye him, and his held up hand. "Prove it, big guy," Ryan said, pressing the matter further, his tone was challenging. "Why are you so hung up on this? Is this like- Is it an insecurity of yours, or something?" Shane asked eventually, only half-joking. He's not gonna be a dick, if it really was a thing for Ryan, he won't make fun of him about it. Maybe he will, a little bit. "What? No! It's just- I'm curious, okay?" Ryan shrugged, acting like it was no big deal, but Shane saw right through him. He knew that nervous look, saw it every single time they arrived on location while shooting for Supernatural. The shifting of his eyes and anxious twitch of his lips. Why on Earth was Ryan so nervous about Shane's hand size though, was beyond him. "People seem to mention it a lot, so I just don't get it, you know. Are you going to leave me hanging?" Ryan continued, finally meeting his eyes, he was smiling, almost shyly. Almost hopeful, Shane noted. That's what broke his half-hearted protest. "Sure, I'll humor ya. For the record, I still think this means nothing and is dumb, but if it's so important to you..." He pointed out, trailing off, before sliding his hand against Ryan's, who let out a tiny gasp, so faint, Shane would've missed it if he wasn't busy studying Ryan's face. Which was in fact rapidly heating up by the second. What Shanee didn't expect is how he, himself would react. To his hand against Ryan's, and to the reaction he was given. That small gasp and those intense brown eyes twisted up his insides, setting butterflies or bats or whatever they were, wild in his stomach. Their hand being like that wasn't anything new, they did it in an episode before, Shane couldn't even understand how that slipped Ryan's mind. Ryan surely noticed any size differences between their hands before? Maybe he's been too distracted at the time. They held hands during the summoning session too, Shane admittedly thinks about that way more than he probably should. In fact, he thinks about a lot of things he probably shouldn't. How Ryan's lips would feel against his, how he'd rather comb his hand through Ryan's oh so soft looking hair instead of doing this dumb hand size comparing thing. Although, now that their palms were pressed together, Ryan's fingers flexing against his, Shane could feel the warmth of his skin. All of the little callouses on his palm, it took his breath away.

Again, they've done this before, it shouldn't be anything special, and yet it felt so different. Like he was touching Ryan for the first time, after craving to do so for so long. It's not exactly a false statement. Maybe it was the intimacy of it all, the peaceful quiet of the Ghoul HQ, it just being the two of them, time didn't seem real. Not to mention Ryan's eyes never leaving his, once he took the courage to look at Shane. He didn't speak, not even when they must've been sitting there for minutes, just staring at each other, hands touching. From the outside, they must have looked so fucking dumb, two dudes palms pressed together for a reason neither of them seemed to care about anymore. Shane looked at him, the way he allowed himself sometimes when Ryan was busy with editing. Taking note of all the things this literal sunshine of a person knocked his socks off with, as easily as it was nothing. Shane wasn't too much of a sentimental, or romantic person per se. Perhaps, on rare occasions, and lately, when he caught sight of Ryan. He kept it all to himself though, the lovely curve of Ryan's nose, those sharp jawlines, or his pretty brown eyes, that were too tired too often. His hair with little to no product, soft and curly, his toothy smiley, or that laugh he coaxed out of him. Shane could go on, it wasn't even a start on the long long list yet. He kept the thought of kissing those lips bruised, 'til both of them are breathless, the most. He always snapped out of it soon, because reality sunk in because Ryan had never given any indication that he'd like any of that.

Shane tried, he really did. Every single attempt at flirting fell flat, Ryan was incredibly oblivious it seemed. Probably being direct about his feelings would've been the best method, but he didn't intend on ruining one of the closes friendships he ever had. So he tested the waters with small flirty comments here and there. They increasingly got less and less subtle, as Shane's frustration grew upon realizing that Ryan's impossible to flirt with.

Of course, there was always the possibility that Ryan had ignored his flirting so he wouldn't have to turn Shane down, or simply the idea of Shane being anything more than a best friend hadn't even occurred to him. And yet, he still got his hopes up every single time Ryan looked at him that certain way. Sometimes it would show on camera too, and Shane replayed those moments more times he'd ever admit to, heart fluttering at the implications of those looks. (And then he felt ashamed for overanalyzing his friend simply looking at him, just to do it all over again the next time he was given the Look as Shane called it.) What really made Shane's heart want to jump out of his chest is the fact that Ryan was looking at him like that right then and there. Not a short little glance Shane would catch him do, no. Ryan was looking at him like he hung the moon and stars, openly and more filled with fondness Shane ever had the privilege to witness. Shane's fingers moved in their own accord, sliding between Ryan's like they were made to fit there perfectly. The stunning and very much smug grin that slowly formed on Ryan's face melted away all of his doubts for good. He suddenly understood why it was so strangely important to Ryan now. God, he's been set up so bad. Shortly, there was a tug on his hand, Ryan pulling him closer, to meet him in the middle, pressing their lips together. Because Shane was still dumbstruck by the realization. It didn't take too long for him to contribute to the kiss, however, finally, finally pushing one hand through Ryan's hair with such fierceness, it made Ryan laugh against his lips, and Shane also found himself smiling, no, grinning like an absolute fool. Shane hadn't remembered if they ever found out whose hand was bigger, but it's not like it mattered in any way. They would have plenty of time taking note of that, holding hands, or kissing each other's knuckles. Going by how wrecked Ryan looked every time Shane grabbed two perfect handfuls of his ass, or when he casually rested his hand on one of Ryan's thighs Shane didn't think he was too bothered by the fact that his hand was probably a little bigger.

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