It takes a big man to own up to your mistakes. To admit that one mistyped phrase would lead you down a rabbit hole you knew existed but had, up to that point, steadfastly ignored. It takes an even bigger man to close out of the window, erase your history and forget everything you’d just read.
As it turns out, Shane Alexander Madej, is not the bigger man.
It had started as an accident. It was 3 AM, he was tired, he was tipsy and he just wanted to know what the fans thought of the last hot daga installment. Where better place to get unfiltered commentary than tumblr right? In hindsight maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
Because suddenly it was 4:30 AM and ‘Buzzfeed Unsolved’ had suddenly become ‘buzzfeed unclean’ and Shane couldn’t stop scrolling. It was 4:30 AM and he was having an existential crisis. There were screencaps of the show, and the post mortems, and they were very wonderfully done. Basic things, jokes that at the time of filming, both he and Ryan knew would end up gifed.
The height difference. God damn how had he never noticed just how big the height difference was between them. Sure he knew he was taller, he poked enough fun about it, of course he knew. There was something though-- His stomach churned as he looked at gif after gif of them side by side. It was the night before an Unsolved shoot. Their flight was at 9 AM, and Shane was having a crisis.
Had it always been this apparent? Had he always towered over Ryan like that? Surely it was exaggerated in some way. The camera angle or the image editing. Surely he would have noticed. Yet as he continued scrolling it slowly dawned on him just how much he hadn’t noticed at all.
How each one emphasized how tall he was standing next to Ryan. How he dwarfed the other man. It was almost ridiculous how incredibly small Ryan looked. Shane could feel his cheeks growing warmer with every gif set. Okay, so there was a bit of a size difference between them. So what? He hadn’t thought of it much before, no reason for him to dwell on it now, right?
Then the art showed up. Right. And his roomy lounge pants grew tighter with every image. Images of him wrapping his arms around Ryan, of him tucking the smaller man to his chest, of him lifting him off the ground and--
While he didn’t seem to notice the size difference before, the fans did. Oh God did the fans notice. He was staring at one particularly racy image when his phone beeped beside him. Scrambling to pick it up Shane frowned, eyes still on the image of his friend, his coworker, on his knees dressed up in skimpy lingerie. The blush pink lace played against the golden skin tone. His dark eyes wide, glassy and captured perfectly--
“Man, where are you?” Ryan’s voice yanked him roughly back to reality. What? Why would he need to know that? It was the middle of the night why would he-- “Shane. I swear to God if you make us miss our flight.” Shane’s eyes widened as they darted to the little clock in the corner. 7:45 AM. Shit.
How in the world had it been three hours already? It couldn’t have been that long. “Sorry man, I’m on my way. Just kinda,” He hesitated as his gaze caught on the Ryan on his computer screen. The Ryan whose mouth was parted just so. The Ryan begging him to— shame curdled in his stomach as arousal flared in his groin. “I got distracted, sorry. I’ll meet you at the airport.”
“Dude, we board in an hour! Hurry up!” Ryan snapped through the speaker. His voice toeing the line between exasperated and fond before the line clicked and went dead.
Leaving his laptop open on the bed Shane quickly dressed, bypassing the shower and scowling at his disobedient dick in the process. He wouldn’t give his traitorous body the satisfaction. Not today. He’d packed his bag the night before and as he picked it up he stared at his still open laptop. His thoughts still on that damn picture. On the link underneath. Fuck.
Quickly, before he could talk himself out of it, he bookmarked the blog before snapping his laptop shut. It was for research purposes. That was all. After all it was always a good idea to keep tabs on what the fans thought of you… right?
hey there! I didn't know if you're making original posts for any of the Watcher shows or if you want to be added to my Squad Watcher creator list? (link in my pinned post) or if you can think of anyone I should add! thanks <3
Hey Vi! I’d love to be added to the creator list! I’m finally starting to get some free time again and definitely have some more projects in the works!
Listen, sometimes a ship is less about wanting them to kiss or have sex or whatever, and more about needing them to be so endlessly intertwined and connected to the point where they might as well be one creature.
It takes a big man to own up to your mistakes. To admit that one mistyped phrase would lead you down a rabbit hole you knew existed but had, up to that point, steadfastly ignored. It takes an even bigger man to close out of the window, erase your history and forget everything you’d just read.
As it turns out, Shane Alexander Madej, is not the bigger man.
It had started as an accident. It was 3 AM, he was tired, he was tipsy and he just wanted to know what the fans thought of the last hot daga installment. Where better place to get unfiltered commentary than tumblr right? In hindsight maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
Because suddenly it was 4:30 AM and ‘Buzzfeed Unsolved’ had suddenly become ‘buzzfeed unclean’ and Shane couldn’t stop scrolling. It was 4:30 AM and he was having an existential crisis. There were screencaps of the show, and the post mortems, and they were very wonderfully done. Basic things, jokes that at the time of filming, both he and Ryan knew would end up gifed.
The height difference. God damn how had he never noticed just how big the height difference was between them. Sure he knew he was taller, he poked enough fun about it, of course he knew. There was something though-- His stomach churned as he looked at gif after gif of them side by side. It was the night before an Unsolved shoot. Their flight was at 9 AM, and Shane was having a crisis.
Had it always been this apparent? Had he always towered over Ryan like that? Surely it was exaggerated in some way. The camera angle or the image editing. Surely he would have noticed. Yet as he continued scrolling it slowly dawned on him just how much he hadn’t noticed at all.
How each one emphasized how tall he was standing next to Ryan. How he dwarfed the other man. It was almost ridiculous how incredibly small Ryan looked. Shane could feel his cheeks growing warmer with every gif set. Okay, so there was a bit of a size difference between them. So what? He hadn’t thought of it much before, no reason for him to dwell on it now, right?
Then the art showed up. Right. And his roomy lounge pants grew tighter with every image. Images of him wrapping his arms around Ryan, of him tucking the smaller man to his chest, of him lifting him off the ground and--
While he didn’t seem to notice the size difference before, the fans did. Oh God did the fans notice. He was staring at one particularly racy image when his phone beeped beside him. Scrambling to pick it up Shane frowned, eyes still on the image of his friend, his coworker, on his knees dressed up in skimpy lingerie. The blush pink lace played against the golden skin tone. His dark eyes wide, glassy and captured perfectly--
“Man, where are you?” Ryan’s voice yanked him roughly back to reality. What? Why would he need to know that? It was the middle of the night why would he-- “Shane. I swear to God if you make us miss our flight.” Shane’s eyes widened as they darted to the little clock in the corner. 7:45 AM. Shit.
How in the world had it been three hours already? It couldn’t have been that long. “Sorry man, I’m on my way. Just kinda,” He hesitated as his gaze caught on the Ryan on his computer screen. The Ryan whose mouth was parted just so. The Ryan begging him to— shame curdled in his stomach as arousal flared in his groin. “I got distracted, sorry. I’ll meet you at the airport.”
“Dude, we board in an hour! Hurry up!” Ryan snapped through the speaker. His voice toeing the line between exasperated and fond before the line clicked and went dead.
Leaving his laptop open on the bed Shane quickly dressed, bypassing the shower and scowling at his disobedient dick in the process. He wouldn’t give his traitorous body the satisfaction. Not today. He’d packed his bag the night before and as he picked it up he stared at his still open laptop. His thoughts still on that damn picture. On the link underneath. Fuck.
Quickly, before he could talk himself out of it, he bookmarked the blog before snapping his laptop shut. It was for research purposes. That was all. After all it was always a good idea to keep tabs on what the fans thought of you… right?
