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Heyo shippers & readers!
Early March and 3 months into the year; we thought we'd solicit something special this round by asking our members to nominate a fic they know has been in our runners-up queue again and again and again. That fic we've all been hankering to read and for whatever reason, was always the bridesmaid of fics we chose to read and discuss together. With a tiebreaker and an emergency poll, we finally landed on Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered Am I by colazitron.
Something about the hype really made this read worth the wait. Many of our members agreed that the themes therein felt like the most classic of our favourite motifs. Moreover that it was clearly inspired by a deeply resonant moment in shyan history really had us yelling during the live-read.
Rating: E
Summary:
Look, just because Ryan looks good dressed as Indiana Jones, or dressed in various other things, and just because Shane maybe has a feeling or two about it, doesn't mean it's a thing, okay? Shane's got this.
Or: 5 times Shane had a feeling about Ryan's outfit, +1 time he did something about it
Book Club Thoughts
I'll read 50000 Shane spiraling about Indiana bergara and I'm so glad there was one out there I had never gotten to
I really also appreciate this fic for showing that level of how comfortable they are with each other, like that but also Shane saying "she thought I'm going to tap that" and Ryan laughing about it in the beginning of the fic
this is one of those fics I totally forgot about after reading in my early days of being a Watcher fan but it’s full of so many classic tropes, I’m very fond and it was fun to re-read
the humor in the writing is top notch. the tone is so consistent throughout, and nothing is ever fully serious
it was okay because shane wasnt turned on by it and he knew ryan wouldnt be either because no one is getting off but to then have this reverse dream where he’s trying so hard not to think about ryan, and he ends up conjuring a fantasy where he’s blowing ryan and getting off to it???? gorgeous beautiful amazing my kingdom to cola for this
Something about him being in the full outfit in first and last example where feelings begin vs are said aloud puts a nice bow on this story
I also love the way [the author] had Shane's worry and denial over his feelings for Ryan was the major conflict in getting together, but them actually getting together was so right and so easy for them and right there the whole time and ;aksdjf;lkdsj;fjkasl;d.
Shane’s progression from acknowledging Ryan being attractive, to admitting being attracted, and finally realizing it had become a feelings situation flows wonderfully. This is a delightful read.
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For the fans who were sucked back in just in time for Ghost Files, here’s one Shyan fic posted in each month of 2022 for you to catch up on! Welcome back to us.
Now, THE CONTENT.
The Wall Between Us by buzzfeedunwritten (loudmouthraccoon) | posted Jan. 25, 2022 | E, 29k | In order to get over his hopeless crush on Shane, Ryan finds himself at an establishment specifically designed for the purpose of safe anonymous sex.It goes about as well as you would imagine.
The Thermostat by GomorrahHillsides (Within_N_Without) | posted Feb. 20, 2022 | E, 12k | When arguing over the thermostat blatantly means 'I love you'.
I Can't Describe It, There's Nothing Like It by withcoffeespoons | posted Mar. 11, 2022 | E, 7.7k | "Wait, oh my god, when you told her you were bringing somebody home for the 4th, she thought..." "That I was bringing somebody home." Shane shrugged.
i'll pray you wanna get close to me by 2many2spirits (creature_from_the) | posted Apr. 17, 2022 | E, 25k | He went to raise the hand Shane didn’t have pinned to his own thigh, but he reached over Ryan and grabbed that hand too, effectively yanking Ryan closer to him.
eyes of doe & thighs of stallion by Anonymous | posted May. 17, 2022 | T, 8k | Ryan has never been called "pretty" before.
For Now, We'll Lay by The Ocean by jacarsia | posted Jun. 8, 2022 | E, 24k | The first two thoughts that ran through Shane's head when he shook Ryan Bergara's hand for the first time were: this is one gorgeous man, and there's no way he's human.
The Grand Adventures of Suburbia Shane by idkspookystuff | posted Jul. 9, 2022 | E, 11k | Not quite remembering where or when he fell asleep is not an irregular occurrence in the life of Ryan Bergara; an expert insomniac, who often lulls himself to sleep by worrying about various projects. What is an irregularity is opening his eyes only to see an unfamiliar ceiling; feeling an unfairly soft mattress under his back, and, after stretching out, thunking Shane on the arm.
makin' yourself up as you go along by drunkkenobi | posted Aug. 10, 2022 | E, 8k | Shane steps off-camera and gives her a thumbs up. Ryan squares her shoulders and clears her throat. When Annie gives the signal, she reads from the teleprompter the words that took her over thirty-one years to speak. “Hi. I’m Ryan Bergara and I’m a transgender woman.”
The Wolf King by PhyllisDietrichson | posted Sep. 22, 2022 | T, 4.9k | “Then let’s say it reminds me that I am a man. Will that satisfy you?”
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Writing Wrap-Up 2023
It is, once again, the end of the year! I wrote a lot!
First of all, I have officially published all my original stuff written for Space Fruit Press on Amazon Kindle under my penname, so if you enjoy my fic, I would love to encourage you to check out my original stuff, too, since all those dollars help me on the journey to doing that full time instead of having a full time job that really cuts into my fangirl time.
In addition to what is available on Amazon, there is another anthology of work coming from the press, and I will have a story in it! I need to write it, but it will exist. I'm very excited about this story, as well.
From a fanfic perspective, I have published only three things this year:
And I Was Never Afraid of the Dark (Oh, the Weapon You Made of My Heart) - shyan, wip, unfinished, 9.4k, demon!shane
Shane pulls Ryan out of Hell at 3:37 on a Tuesday afternoon.
He’s not looking at his watch at the time, but he infers the time later after he’s finally managed to get up off the desert floor, and has hauled them both back to the car he’d parked in the lot at the trailhead a little over a week ago.
Ryan’s a deadweight in Shane’s grip, head lolling back against Shane’s shoulder and body limp and unhelpful in Shane’s arms. His eyes are closed.
My Rivers Tilt Towards You - geraskier, fae!jaskier, 29k, strangers to friends to lovers, canon-divergent au
Geralt pushes the door open one-handed. As it creaks, announcing his presence, Jaskier looks up from the long table he’s sitting at. There’s a mug of something at the bard’s elbow and his songbook is open in front of him.
“Geralt,” he says in greeting, and for a moment, Geralt is sure that the bard’s eyes shine in the dark, reflective like his own. He blinks, and the moment passes. Jaskier’s mouth curves into a smile. “Is it done, then?”
Coax the Cold Right Out of Me - shyan, complete, 4.1k, vampire!shane, established relationship
“Shane,” Ryan says, insistent, eyes gleaming in the dark.
Shane lets his eyes fall shut, and sighs. The little red and white cooler they usually bring on shoots got left behind at the hotel, an hour and a half away in Jackson. “I’ll be fine,” he says, not looking at Ryan, and ignoring the ache in his gums. He’s gone longer without, he can make it through one shoot and then the drive back before being sated.
“You don’t have to be.”
(more rambling under the cut)
So I spent too long making this, but whatever. Let's have fun with infographics, baby!
Anyway, interesting look at the last couple of years for me! I have clearly been in a quality over quantity place regarding wordcounts + things published over the last few years.
I have, over the past couple of years, been feeling like my writing has changed quite a lot, both in terms of what I am interested in writing, and also what I am interested in publishing both to AO3 and as original work.
I think there's also probably something in here about the fall out from the pandemic, as well as something about the fact that I've been medicated for the ADHD for a year now, and I've had to learn how to write in a way that is not an unhealthy coping mechanism and instead as something I do for fun, as a hobby that I enjoy.
What I have been producing lately, in 2023, is some of my favourite writing I've ever done, and I feel like I really levelled up this year in terms of tackling themes and ideas that the me of 2021 wouldn't have even imagined was possible.
With that said, the other fun comparison across years is this one:
Clearly, when you only publish three things in a year, it skews your stats, but I do also think that My Rivers was definitely a thing I needed to finish and write in order to become the person who is currently sitting on about 70k or so of active WIP for a different fandom altogether.
I adore, always, all the love that my shyan fic gets, this fandom is demonstrative in a way that no other fandom has ever been for me, and I've made the best kind of friends in this fandom. Even if I never publish another shyan fic ever (which I am certainly not saying is the case), I still treasure every single one of these fics which allowed me to meet people who've become extremely fucking important to me.
In addition to published fic, of course, the other thing to talk about is all that stuff I'm sitting on that hasn't been published (yet).
These are the seven most active of my WIPs. I am desiring to publish Moonlight on Broken Glass before the end of December, but since I'm the porn and instead of writing it, I keep going back to refine other parts of it, I have some doubts in my ability to get a draft done in the next few days.
All together, that's about 82k of wip, in various states of done that I'm working on. So, really, this year, I've written like, well over 100k, which is always my quiet goal going into any given year.
I don't have anything else to say about this, but I had fun making these little pictures and looking at all my wips. It was, all told, a good year for writing, even if it started off kinda slow.
#things jess says#am writing#writing wrap up#i just like to look at things over the course of a year
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silly question but any chance you have any advice/tips for interacting with/meeting more fellow shyan fans 👉👈 my girlfriend is very supportive but i also send them ten billion shyan messages per day and i want to give them a break Hdjsnfjs
hi omg this is literally not a silly question at all, and im so sorry for taking so long to answer i was at work. but!!! i don't really have any tips, but im happy to share how i found my circle of friends for the last three years (crazy how time fliesssss)
when i started watching bfu, i followed any blogs that appealed to me/might be ship friendly. you can tell pretty much off the bat if people are ship/shyan/rpf friendly, most people have some kind of indicator in their bio if their header/icon doesn't give it away lol and going through the /shyan tag helped! i followed artists and fic writers and gif makers. i interacted with posts. when i started writing fic, i made a post asking for a beta, and i happened to find one of the sweetest souls in the whole world!
from there, it's like networking lol they were in a discord server, which i was able to join, and i made some new friends there. there are some writers' servers floating around that are active, and i know @shyanshippingsociety is chock full of sweethearts. if you're into reading fics and keep up with a bookclub schedule and are above 18, the @skepticbeliever-bookclub is always taking applicants!
this fandom literally has some of the sweetest people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting. some blogs i recommend giving a follow:
@queerunsolved @hereforthecultstuff @ghostdefiles @bergoozter @littlekingbergara @ghostbergara @psychicbergara @slashsleuth @miraclesofpaul @justcourbeau @sequencefairy @drunkkenobi @allredpen @ghostyprince @ebonybow @blacktofade @bodhirookes
there are so many more, (please forgive me and you see this and feel like i missed you) but these ones are blogs i enjoy and are fairly active. making friends is so hard sometimes, but this is the friendliest group of people, im sure you'll find plenty of new pals!
hope this helps!!!! love ya! 🧡
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Just stopping by to tell you how much I love your shyan fanfics. Your stories are all-consuming, and I especially enjoy the angst. (I have to confess I was a bit sad when I read the “no serious bodily harm will come to these characters we promise”-tag.🫣)
Looking through your blog I assume you’re primarily a Rhett and Link fan. Therefore I’m curious what made you start writing shyan fics? What pulled you into the ghoul boys fandom in general?
Thanks for sharing your amazing work with us.
Thank you!!! First I wanna say, both Shyan fics and the last Rhink fic I worked on were co-written with @tripwirealarm. Credit goes hugely to them, because left to my own devices, I struggle to finish shit.
Don't be too sad just yet over the "no serious bodily harm will come to these characters" tag... *wink wonk*
I have been a Rhett and Link fan more in the past than I am now. I still watch most GMMs, but I lost the spark.
Thank you for the questions, I would love to answer them:
What pulled me into the ghoul boys fandom in general: That'd be A. @tripwirealarm one day was watching BFU and I asked her "oh no you don't ship them do you?" and she said (and I quote) "I don’t really but it’s hard not to. Cut from laying in bed together in the dark bickering about wanting to use the jacuzzi tub to sitting in the tub together in trunks. Also the tall guy looks at the little guy like he invented happiness." (read: she said "No but also yes and in this essay, I will...") and B. they don't bitch about sharing drinks with each other and they actually know what pegging is THANK GOD, HOW REFRESHING. lmfao.
What made me start writing Shyan fics: @tripwirealarm
Or actually maybe it was me coming to @tripwirealarm being like "hey what if we did this short little one shot fic featuring the phrase 'standing o' in reference to ghosts giving them a 'standing ovation' and standing o sounding like it could also mean 'standing orgasm,' something something double entendre, and it turned into Simple Math because one thing is for damn sure, @tripwirealarm and I can't do short form.
You're welcome from me and @tripwirealarm <3
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OH I WASN'T DONE YET
20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?
12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?
6. Favorite title you used
ao3 wrapped ask list here
20. God, honestly, Third Man Factor, I popped off so hard with that one. My mind is incredible, I did so much research for that fic, n then I wrote all of it down, n then I wrote porn about it. The shyans r so so lucky I exist. Go read it. Go. do it. it's monsterfucking. AND I'm planning a sequel!!! Oh and also my other fic, for tears would fill my eyes. I'm so smart I was able to write unreciprocated love n not cry about it!!!
12. Technically speaking, I have a wip in mind to write for January, it's gonna be the first part of Kinktober 2016, cuz I thought to myself, "it'd be interesting to explore new kinks while also creating stuff for rarepairs", so I decided to simply do every kinktober. Aside from that, this entire year I've been planning an MCU rewrite for my current otp, Hawkeye/Loki, n bro my brain is so so big rn. I'm the smartest MCU fan alive. It's gonna be SO operatic my guy
6. for tears would fill my eyes !!! I got the genius idea to use era-specific songs for any Mash fic I write, n so this was the first one! It's from "I'll Never Smile Again" by Tommy Dorsey
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I have two RL ships, one is Shane and Ryan and the other is two classic rock band members from the 60s. I did used to feel guilty shipping Shane and Ryan. Anti RL shippers got in my head too much. I never felt guilty about the classic rock ship, one of them's dead, the other is 78, they're not going to read my fanfics.
YAAAAA honestlyyyy Shyan is also one of my very rare RPF ships. Theyre just a fun pair and honestly im hard in love with the whole Demon!Shane AU gahfhdgfgsdfsd..
I think RPF is fine, its just how people ACT About it sometimes. Like if you shove it in those peoples faces and then like threatened the spouses of the actors youre shipping or something (side eyes a SPECIFIC fandom...) then thats??? bad??? Duh?? Like talking about shipping ppl online or posting fics on ao3 or art on social media, thats all fine and dandy. Its always how you treat real people that means anything to me.
Honestly I dont have much RPF ships tbh.... Shyan and probably Polygrumps mostly LOL ♥ Ghost, the band, is interesting because they're a gimmick band, they're all playing Characters, so its not REALLY RPF... and I dont really have ships besides a desire to have two Ghouls all to myself sdffhdf
anyway!! Im glad you dont feel guilty about it, or at least not as guilty I hope. I def understand RPF as a hot topic, a lot of people tend to think 'well I wouldnt like it' and thats fair, but I really kind of view it as... its not even necessarily shipping two real people. Because fans will turn people Into a Character. Summarize them in a handful of personality traits and make them a little less three dimensional lmao so its always been like... In my mind, just. Fictional characters based on real people. And it doesnt have any bearing on the person as long as, again, you arent shoving it in their face, or harassing them + their loved one about it
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Hey there! I’m curious about your discord server. However I’m rather new to discord and I’m not completely sure how to use it and if it’s for me at all. General I’m a rather quiet watcher/shyan fan and don’t interact much with others. I enjoy reading and seeing posts of others. But as far as I understand it discord is primarily for people to talk to each other, right? Do you think it is advisable for me to join discord, when direct fan exchange isn’t my thing?
hello!
thank you for your interest in our server! i personally think discord is a fairly intuitive platform (i'm not tech savvy at all and managed to figure it out) and you can always dm one of the mods of our server if you need help!
discord is a social platform, but you don't have to talk a lot in our server! we have a few lurkers, or people who interact with posts every once in a while, so if you only wanna see some fic recs, read some works by people in our server/see some incredible work, or just generally chill, we're here for you! you will have to talk to one of our mods for verification, but other than that we love our lurkers <3
everyone in the server is super sweet and welcoming! i'm an introvert myself, but i love talking to everyone in the server and engaging with them! feel free to check us out and see if you vibe! we'd love to have you!
join here!
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shyan is like the only rpf i've gotten into besides dnf and in a completely different way which is fascinating bc it's completely separate from themselves. like i love their friendship and their gf/fiancees but shyan demon shane fics are soooo good
Shyan works because I’ve never seen a fan shit on Sara or Marielle also didn’t she and Ryan just get married recently
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¡NO! Lomas hay 5 fics en español de Shyan. Pues obviamente porque hablan inglés, ¿pero no hay fans de ellos que hablan español?
#Voy a ser edit de ellos con canciones de banda atrás del video#O de alternativo… Algo similar a CSH#Todavía no me la puedo creer que Shane escucha a Car Seat Headrest (Pero también no estoy sorprendido. Es güero)#fndmrt.rpf
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Spanish Lessons (Shyan Oneshot)
It’s finally done, oof, I hope I did the prompt justice! Click (here) if you’d rather read it on ao3!
“This is ridiculous!”
Ryan grinned, offering an innocent shrug, “Why?! I think it’s more inviting if we speak their native tongue. If you were a ghost and two strange men walked into your home speaking a different language, would you come out?”
Shane rolled his eyes, trying to hide his amused smile with the palm of his hand. “Well, it wouldn’t really matter whether or not it’s more “inviting,”” He used his free hand to make air quotes, “because we’ll be talking to the dust, but sure. Okay!” Despite his berating, his eyes were bright and his tone was nothing short of playful.
Ryan shook his head, laptop in hand, walking over to the table Shane was slumped over, “Either way…” He pushed the computer to a slight angle so he could better see the taller man as they sat, “I think the fans will appreciate it! We dressed as pilgrims in Salem, we’ll speak Spanish when we’re at Mission Solano.”
“Mm, alrighty then. Teach me, Señor.” Shane sat back in his chair, his right arm staying comfortably draped atop the table.
Ryan didn’t look up from his laptop, only muttering a gentle, “Shut up, Shane,” as he sorted through his documents. His face was illuminated with a soft blue wash from the screen, skin glowing. The lights in Ryan’s dining room seemed to project stars into his dark eyes, his smile even brighter than usual.
Shane’s skin felt warm all of a sudden, and he rubbed the back of his neck to try to chase the blush away.
Blush? Why was he blushing? What the fuck? Maybe he had been drinking too much beer when they rewatched The Shining? To be fair, he had never been fantastic at staying levelheaded even if he only indulged in a small amount. Still… He didn’t typically get rosy-cheeked, not this suddenly, at least…
“Okay! So, I thought we could start with a few easy things, ya know, the basics.” Ryan turned to face Shane fully, “What do you already know?”
“Uh…” Shane’s head was foggy, clouded by the weird internal line of questions he was throwing at himself because, really, why the fuck was he blushing? “I don’t know much. Hola, gracias, adios… Tacos?”
Ryan grimaced, not only was Shane’s accent bad – like really bad – but he knew… to put it bluntly, near nothing. “Okay, well, at least you didn’t list off Chipotle’s menu, but, yikes, dude.”
Shane raised his hands, defensively, “Listen! I know I’m pitiful, but I’m here to learn! Not to be harassed.”
The shorter man smirked, “Noted,” He scrolled down on his laptop, biting his lower lip, thoughtfully.
Maybe the A.C. wasn’t working? That could be it!
Shane’s eyes flickered to the hall that held the thermostat, but he didn’t bother saying anything. Instead, he undid a few of the buttons on his flannel and pushed up his sleeves. It really must be the room, yeah? But when he glanced back at Ryan, the man rubbing his hand across the soft stubble lining his chin, he felt the heat cross over him again.
Shit.
“Alright, repeat after me: Me llamo…”
Shane’s mouth was suddenly quite dry, voice shaky, “May hamo?”
Ryan opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, an unmasked cringe falling over his features, “Uh… Kind of? Let's try this in parts. Me,”
“Me.” Shane echoed.
Ryan nodded, “Llamo.”
“Me llamo… Uh,” He looked away under the pressure of the gaze, “Shane?”
“There ya go!”
Shane didn’t look up, instead, he focused on the way his beer was sweating with condensation, “Sorry, man, I get kinda… self-conscious when speaking other languages, especially when I’m rusty.”
“Hey,” Ryan leaned forward, reaching out his hand.
Shane’s eyes went straight to the approaching appendage, his breath catching in his throat.
“You don’t have to worry, dude. I’m not gonna bully you… too much.” He grinned, his hand hovering in midair for a moment before snagging up his beer. “I promise, you have nothing to worry about.”
“Thanks, Ry.” Shane’s fingers twitched as if disappointed by the lack of contact.
Fuck, this was not good.
“I brought taco bell!” Ryan smiled, brandishing the two bags proudly as he walked to Shane’s kitchen bar.
“Oooh, yes! I’d say it was fitting for the occasion, but I feel as if that’s insulting.” The taller man grabbed a handful of paper towels as he walked out of the kitchen.
“Considering I’m the one teaching you, I’d say this,” Ryan raised the bag, “Is an accurate representation of my justice to the culture.”
Shane wheezed, snagging his order, excitedly. “So, what’ve you got for me today, Teach?”
Ryan swallowed his mouthful of taco with a smile, “I figured I’d teach you how to ask a couple questions just in case you want to use them when we do our time apart. Okay?”
Shane nodded, taking a sip of his soda.
“Alright,” Ryan picked up a napkin, “In case someone–”
“Someone, mhm.”
The shorter man rolled his eyes with a grumble, “Shut up, Shane.”
Shane bit his bottom lip to hide his cheeky smirk.
“In case someone or something makes a sound, and you want to ensure it was reliable say ‘qué.’”
“Qué. It just means ‘what,’ right?”
“Yup!” Ryan took another bite of his food, “I figured it was just worth knowin. Next,”
Shane watched as Ryan retrieved a set of note cards from his pocket, small, illegible scribbles ran across them.
This had become a bit of a thing since three weeks ago, they’d decided to meet up on Fridays and practice a bit of Spanish before inevitably getting sucked up into some conversation that was not about the future video or Shane’s atrocious pronunciations.
It was nice to just get to hang out, they hadn’t been able to in a while.
“Dónde estás?” Ryan waited for a response, eyes still skimming his notes as he licked the salsa off his fingers, but none came.
Shane’s face wasn’t just warm, no, it was scalding, throat thick, and tongue heavy. He tried to say something, do something to signal he was coherent, but he couldn’t stop staring. His thoughts were running a mile a minute. God, he must seem like such a weirdo.
“Shane?”
“Uhh,” His voice caught in his throat, cracking pitifully, and he coughed to hide the deepening redness in his cheeks, “Dóndayy estás?”
Ryan blinked, slowly, brows raised, “Dónde.”
“Dónde. Got it, haha! Yeah, whoops.” Shane turned away, picking up his garbage and throwing it into the bin. He didn’t turn back around, he just let the bashful heat spread over him.
“Are you okay, man?” The voice was distant, a lost dream.
“Yeah!” Shane still didn’t move, his friend’s eyes were heavy on his shoulders, “…Fine.” The contrast in volume between the two words definitely wasn’t helping his case. The first a defensive explosion, the second a weak whisper.
“Shane, talk to me, you seem… Off. Am I intruding? Should we stop these lessons?”
“No!” Shane spun around, his face still a bit flushed, “No. I-I think they're fun, I’m just tired. I think-I think I might be comin’ down with something.”
Ryan eyed him suspiciously, hands still clutching the note cards. His gaze ran up and down Shane, trying to inspect for any noticeable explanations as to why this whole thing was as odd as it was. “Uh, okay. Should I… Should I go? I don’t wanna stop you from getting your rest.”
He wanted to say ‘no!’, he wanted to say ‘Ryan, please stay,’ he wanted to explain ‘listen, dude, I’m having some strangely non-platonic thoughts about you, but I’ll get it under control. Let’s just chill!’. Instead, though, he swallowed the cotton balls that seemed to be clogging his throat and shakily said, “Yeah, I think that’s for the best tonight.”
Ryan’s tongue flickered over his bottom lip, again, his eyes a bit wider, a bit sadder, “No problem, man, sorry for forcing all this on you.” He began turning away, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair, “I should’ve talked to you about it first.”
Shane stretched out his hand, but he was just too far to reach his friend, “Ryan–”
Ryan spun to face Shane, but continued backing towards the door, “You don’t have to do that, say it’s not my fault, I mean. I know I’ve been a bit much for this ep’s preparation. I’ll see you Monday, right?”
The taller man didn't say anything, too at a loss for words as he watched Ryan slip through his fingers and out the door. He tossed a wave over his head and clambered into the car. Shane didn’t leave the doorway, not until the car was long gone down the road, and his fingers started to feel the chill of the air.
God, he was really fucking this up. He needed to fix this.
Kelsey wanted to grab margaritas at a small Mexican restaurant with some of the Buzzfeed gang, so instead of doing their usual Friday hangouts, Ryan suggested they go there and practice a few basic phrases. Shane tried to tell himself that Ryan just didn’t want to bum Kelsey out by not going, but he could tell that the real reason his friend had insisted they go was so Ryan could prove to himself that he wasn’t forcing Shane into an uncomfortable situation.
They hadn’t talked that much the past week, and, honestly, Shane felt like he was suffering from withdrawal. He felt generally shitty, but, on top of that, every time he saw Ryan his heart sped up like he was crashing. He would stare like Ryan was the cure to all his troubles, and yet he could formulate a coherent sentence that didn’t either a. make him sound like a pining high schooler or b. make him come off as a dick.
So, he decided to keep his mouth shut. For better or worse, he wasn’t sure.
That’s why he was now here, walking into the ‘restaurant’ which was more bar than anything else. His hair was groomed and he had changed into a darker blue button down, something he rarely ever bothered to do. His footsteps were distant, eyes scanning for his group. Hands clammy in his pockets.
Kelsey’s fluffy mane caught Shane’s eye first, her purple romper second. She had a dark plum lip proudly on display that made the smile she gave her boyfriend even brighter.
“Shane!” She grinned, waving him over. “Hey, man! Ryan’s been lookin’ for you, he’s by the bar.”
“Thanks.” He smiled, trying to hide the nerves bubbling in his chest. He wanted to say something to prove that Ryan didn’t need to feel guilty or whatever, but he also didn’t know how to do that without confessing that he was feeling… less than heterosexual, at the moment.
“Heyyyy, big guy!” Ryan was tucked into the corner of the bar, a margarita in hand, and a few empty glasses of various sizes surrounding him.
“Hey, man, how’s it goin’? I heard you were lookin' for me.” Shane took the open barstool beside his friend, studying the rosy tint to his face.
Ryan snuggled deeper into his grey hoodie, his white cap hiding his eyes. “Ohhhh, yeah… I just wanted to spend time with my buddy!” There was a slight slur to his words that Shane could only assume was due to the contents of the now empty cups. “I just… I miss hangin’ out with ya, man! I thought teachin’ ya Ssspanish would, uhhhh, be funnnn… But I-I feel like I’ve been a bad friend.” He finally looked up from beneath the visor, his brown eyes wide and apologetic.
Shane leaned in, draping his arm over the bar, “What? Why?”
Ryan shrugged, sulkily, trying to avoid the heavy pressure of Shane’s gaze. “I dunno… I just… I feel like I haven’t let you do anything you want to do. So lo siento.” He waited for a response, eyes dragging up to Shane’s, slowly, only to be met with furrowed brows and confused eyes, “Oh! That means I’m sorryyyy.”
Shane chuckled, placing a hand atop his friend’s, “Ryan… You don’t have to be sorry. I love spending time with you I just,” Shane bit his bottom lip, he could just… say it. Right now.
He almost did, too, lips parting to reveal his truths, but then the logic sank back in.
Ryan was drunk, drunk off his ass, and there were two logical ways this could go.
The first would be that Ryan wouldn't even remember come tomorrow, and they’d have to do this whole thing over again. The second… the second would be that in this drunken stupor he wouldn’t take it well. Having a friend–gay or straight–tell you they like you when you obviously don’t reciprocate those feelings can wreck a friendship. Not to mention a best friendship. If Ryan got overwhelmed or felt, God forbid, betrayed while drunk, who knew what would happen?
“…I’ve had a lot on my mind, and all the stress makes me kinda weird. So, please don’t think this is your fault. I want you to come over next Friday and teach me some more Spanish.” Shane turned to pull his arm away, but Ryan stopped him, taking the arm and using it to pull the taller man into a hug.
“You’re the best, Shaneee!” Ryan’s touch was warm and electric, and Shane couldn’t help but let out an audible gasp.
He held his arms out, awkwardly, for a moment before returning the embrace. He tried to focus on the endearing wholesomeness of the moment and not the way his heart had begun hammering in his chest, not the way the redness was surely creeping across his cheeks.
Ryan didn’t move to pull away, simply snuggling into the taller man’s neck with a hot sigh, the warmth of which sent chills down Shane’s spine.
“Hey, Ryan… I’ve gotta… I’ve gotta head out, I have some, uh, stuff to catch up on early tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Ryan pouted, sadly.
“Ry,”
“Yeah?”
Shane smiled down gently at his friend, “I need you to let me go.”
Ryan’s rosy flush grew brighter and he shook his head to hide his bashful smile, “Oh, haha, yeah.”
Shane caught Ryan’s gaze once more, a goodbye ready on his tongue, but those eyes… Those eyes, filled with summer constellations, stole the breath from his lungs. Those eyes, a blend of mocha coffee and autumn leaves, took the words from his mouth. Those eyes, a gentle reminder that through everything–film shoots and arguments and paperwork–they had each other, sent sparks all the way to his toes.
Fuck… He really liked his best friend.
He had to tell him.
Every day this week was like a taunting reminder that something was off. Ryan seemed less hurt, but still distant, and Shane couldn’t stop replaying that fucking hug. It was just a bro™ moment, and yet every time he thought back on it he was fucking blushing again!
Shane suggested they meet at Ryan’s, that way when he was done thoroughly embarrassing himself he could escape. He didn’t need his very straight friend to feel uncomfortable in his presence any longer than necessary.
Fuck, what was he doing? Was this all worth risking the very good thing they had going?
Shane shifted from foot to foot outside Ryan’s door, hand raised halfway. He could do this. He could.
Tentatively, he offered three knocks, his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth.
“It’s open!” Ryan chirped.
Shane ran a hand through his wild hair before stepping into the small hallway.
“Hey! Your roommates out?” Shane glanced around the empty living room, eyeing the movie posters that decorated the walls.
“Hm? Oh, yeah, they went out to a friend’s party.” Ryan emerged from the kitchen, with a pair of beers.
Shane nodded a wordless thank you, taking the beer from the shorter man. “You didn’t tag along?”
He shrugged, “Nah, I had to teach my best pal some Español!”
The pair ventured over to Ryan’s large grey sectional, asking casual questions about meetings and non-work related events. Ryan listened to Shane gush about an Arctic Monkeys’ concert, a gentle, dissociative glaze resting over his eyes.
Shane paused, letting the arm he had been flailing excitedly fall to his side, “What’s wrong, man?”
Ryan shrugged, “Did… Did I do something wrong? I know you said you liked doing these Spanish lessons and that you’ve just been stressed, but… it seemed like you were avoiding me all week and I can’t figure out what I did.”
Shane opened his mouth to speak, to mutter reassuring whispers, but his throat tightened. He had to say it. He had to.
“Ryan… Shit, I’m gonna screw this up, but… Bear with me, okay?”
Ryan nodded slowly, brows drawn together and lips parted in a small ‘o.’ “Uh… Okay?”
Shane couldn’t bear the pressure of his gaze, eyes flickering down to his hands. He felt oddly quite small like this, “Me encantas, Ryan… Me gustas… Mucho.” He took a shaky breath before risking a vulnerable glance at his friend.
Ryan’s mouth had gone from the small ‘o’ to a widen gape, eyes bright and stunned. “Do you… Do you know what you just said?”
Shane laughed nervously, “I talked to Curly, so… honestly, I’m not 100% sure, and my accent is, well… horrid, but I think so.”
“You… You like me? Like… Romantically?”
Shane chuckled, an anxious, shaky chuckle, “I, uh, yeah… Yeah, I do. And if you don’t like me, that’s chill, dude! Don’t worry about it! I just… That is why I’ve been so weird lately… So, I’m sorry if this makes things weird, I totally understand if you don’t–”
Ryan hastily silenced Shane, pressing his lips against the taller man’s. The kiss was gentle, a delicate touch, and just as Ryan began to pull away Shane came to. He grasped a fistful of Ryan’s collar, pulling him in closer, their lips fitting together with a bit more ferocity than before. He clung to his friend like this was all a dream slipping through his grasp, the fervor of his movements showing his desperation.
Ryan’s head fell back with the pressure, a shaky, excited breath escaping him. His fingers curled into Shane’s hair, allowing his lips to part. They fought for dominance now like they did with all things, fully and with every intention of winning.
Shane finally pulled away, his forehead resting against Ryan’s, “So…”
Their breaths were heavy, eyes fluttering open through a moonstruck haze,
“A mí también me gustas… I like you too, Shane.” Ryan grinned, a giddy giggle escaping him. “Fuck, man,” He sunk back into the couch, “I thought you were pissed at me or somethin… But you just had a lil crush on me!” The smug look on his face was unbearable.
“Oh, fuck you,” Shane muttered, but despite the venomous words his tone held nothing but genuine adoration and the kiss he planted on the shorter man’s lips was nothing short of tender.
#shyan#skeptic believer#one shot#shyan fic#shyan fan fic#shyan oneshot#oneshot#skeptic believer one shot#skeptic believer oneshot#shyan one shot#skeptic believer fic#skeptic believer fan fic
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Hello, friends!
We are back with a bit of nostalgia. Our read this week was posted back in 2018, so it had all those very good, right-at-the-beginning kinds feelings. For Round 66, we had the absolute pleasure of discussing BFFS Get Married For A Week - Ryan and Shane by aspookycryptidsock. For a story about faking a relationship, this fic has everything you need, like it created the blueprint. With amazing supporting characters, the tastiest UST, and some of the best fic dialogue around, we fully enjoyed reading this one (some of us visiting it for a second, third, or umpteenth time).
Rating: Explicit
Summary:
"As I was saying," Curly continues with a pointed glare in Ryan's direction. "It's my honor to join the two of you in unholy matrimony. The rules are simple, you'll live together, plan one date each, and cherish each other. Til week do you part."
Book Club Thoughts:
anywayyyy, looooooove shyan and fake relationships, nothing like making these two dudes have a little taste of what they would be like together to make them wonder if it would be worth it to get the full thing for real, particularly when the premise is so plausible.
this one just has all the wish fulfillment, too, both for the fans and for the characters
the prophecy of it is hilarious to me. they did predict the dancing plague video, but these dates are pure WWW
and anyone who adds a massage scene in their fics deserves to find $20 on the ground
it's soo rich. It's messy and saucy and all the sardonicism that had people writing him as our resident sex snapple and I love it
how do they get Ryan so right??? This is still such good Ryan dialogue
It's so RARE. When the UST spikes into ST and then grips them by the throat and throws them straight back into UST
all those what the fucks on ryan's internal dialogue had me living
you know, you read so much smut in your life, it's nice to come across something that makes you read through your fingers because it's so intimate
I really like how the author handles the conflict here, it's patched up and festers just how I imagine it would in real life without ever being too drawn-out.
the classic involvement of other buzzfeed people in fic of this time is one of my favourite things
The pacing here is wonderful, both with the build and the dénouement, giving the reader the opportunity to sit with that singular word for as long as they need (or as long as they think Ryan needs) before moving on. It is brilliantly done.
Honestly, such an amazing fic. There was plenty of conflict but it didn't really enter fully into angst territory at any point so it was a very "feel good" fic, and a nice midweek pick me up for me.
A delightful nostalgia trip.
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i’ve been in fandom since i was 8 years old, the result of immigrating to a completely different country and experiencing a fair amount of displacement while gaining the internet. this is not that story, but! since those early days, one type of ship ‘aesthetic’ i’ve come across often is the dark/light contrast. sometimes its just a dark haired character with a light haired character. sometimes the dark haired character is also visibly browner.
for reasons that are probably obvious, i gravitated towards dark haired/dark(er) skinned characters, and began to experience a phenomenon i would not understand until much later in life. i found that light skinned characters were often treated as delicate, fragile and to be protected while dark skinned characters took on the role of protectors, sometimes depicted as uber masculine (in order to protect the light skinned character better). this often translated into the bedroom lives of these characters, where light skinned characters bottomed more often than not. in these sex scenes the dynamic of light skinned character as ‘treasured’ and dark skinned characters as the ‘treasurer’ was emphasised.
this dynamic presented itself in multiple ships i’ve loved over the years - cecil and carlos from wtnv, zuko and sokka in atla (it is PARTICULARLY BAD in this dynamic, holy shit), barry and iris in the flash, to name a few. within these examples, we can say that its not just the race aspect thats important here, but colour specifically. zuko is drawn to look han chinese, while sokka is dark skinned and indigenous, and though technically they are both poc, zuko’s lightness means he is treated differently than sokka.
while larger watcher fandom very much leans towards shane, and still suffers from whiteness woobification, i found refuge in shyan fic, which flipped this dynamic; shane’s skepticism and bravery (and probably his height) meant that there’s a trove of fics wherein shane is the protector and ryan is the protected, and just like its always been in my observations, it translated into the sexual aspect of their fictional relationship, too.
i wanted to vocalise all of this because people get frustrated by inequality. sometimes i see people calling to ‘subvert’ the ‘normal’ dynamic (of protector shane and protected ryan, of top shane and bottom ryan). i am not against flipping things around or creating more varied content, but i get frustrated when (white) fans (especially) present their desire for variety as radical because of shane’s height or his lack of fear because it doesn’t acknowledge that there is ALREADY a radical subversion that exists here. here we have a brown “character” who is treasured, protected, made love to.
i have been in fandom since i was 8 years old. i’m 28. i haven’t been in every fandom ever, but i’ve been in a lot, and i can tell you how rare it is that a brown character gets that treatment.
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When you find a fic with your obscure ship:
When it’s written in first person:
#ao3#ao3 memes#fanfic memes#fan fic memes#fan fiction#fanfiction#fan fic#fanfic#fanfiction memes#fan fiction memes#destiel#ineffable husbands#reddie#murder husbands#klance#shyan
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Newly turned werewolf!Shane who’s slowly losing himself to the beast within anyone?
#shyan#shyan fanfiction#fan fic#my work#otp: we took an oath#I promise I'll try and get this written as quickly as I can. I've got it all planned out I just need to write it
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hi there hello. i am the guy who keeps commenting on your ao3 fan fiction abt how it is destroying my life and house and brain [positive] and you are cool. (user is phylonoe over there) just thought i’d mention in addition that i like your fic so much that it made me want to write things again and i started a shyan fic. ok. that’s all love ya
HI THERE!!!! Thank you so much for this message, seriously. I have been LOVING reading your comments -- they're always so thoughtful and heartfelt, and knowing that people are really loving this just means so much. So much more than I can even hope to express.
ALSO, I'm so excited to hear our thing got you excited to create! PLEASE let me know where it is when it's done so I can find it!!
Boogarily Yours,
TMK/chumpacabra
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