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It’s pretty easy to be at peace with it when Ryan starts to push in, one steady advance of sensation and pressure and, to Shane’s immense surprise, something like homesickness. He has the strangest sensation of driving down a road he’s driven a million times, his old favorite song on the radio to welcome him back. How that can be when he’s never traveled this particular road, he can’t say.
but i haven't thought of you lately at all by beethechange
Hello! I'm looking for this fic that starts with ryan and Shane sleeping together and ryan building a pillow wall to not touch each other but as the fic progresses they get more and more comfortable sleeping together and end up not being able to sleep without each other and of course falling in love ❤ Do you think u can help me find it please? Thank you in advance! 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Hi @pamebear !
I think you might be Looking for this fic:
Bed-warm Hands and the Ghost of Elvis by MiraclesofPaul [21 K]
They get used to sharing a bed while filming the show. Ryan’s just trying not to let his feelings get in the way.
It’s one of my absolute faves :)
Shane’s swooping in to press his stupid grin against Ryan’s mouth in what definitely doesn’t count as a kiss, but Shane’s hands are on his face and they’re warm and soft and Ryan lets it happen because he wants it so much.
Finders Keepers by blacktofade
“Is it weird that I think I feel even better?”
Shane shrugs. “You aren’t doing cartwheels in the room, so...”
“Fuck you,” Ryan snaps back, but he’s grinning. He leans up and kisses Shane again, sweet in a way that makes Shane feel off kilter. They did this because Ryan was curious, because Shane was starving, but when Ryan kisses him, he feels the undercurrent of something more.
Let Me Climb Under Your Skin by locketofyourhair
“I’m down,” Ryan said, throwing hours of planning and internal discourse away.
“You’re… down.” Shane said.
“Yeah, let’s… like, date, or whatever.”
“When you’re nervous you turn into a bro,” Shane said, stepping to the side with what may have been the brightest smile Ryan had ever seen. “But okay.”
happy together by ghoultown
What they do spills out organically in the switch between hushed voices and raucous laughter and the point where their vocalizations stop being words and start being desperate, drawn up from the depths of them.
Hot Scary Summer by thewindupbird
If Shane were a better man, he might be subtle enough to play it off as attempting to heal Ryan's cut, but Shane knows no part of him is subtle. It's not helped by the fact that he's drunk on blood and alcohol and is right at the limit of how long he's willing to sit back for while Ryan pushes at him.
Almost Cool by blacktofade
The first time is messy and rough, bodies colliding and hands roaming, desperate and shaking, hungry for something neither of them can name yet. Desperation clinging like a shadow neither of them can see through, and Ryan’s not sure if they would even want to.
Shane touches him like he’s a holy thing, leaves bruises in an attempt to force otherwise forgotten memories, as if Ryan could forget any of this.
the things you do to me (you know them too well) by Catherines_Collections
It’s like they’re tiptoeing along a precipice. It’s delicate, frighteningly delicate. Shane may not be afraid of ghosts or demons or cryptids, but this? Precarious and human and flesh and blood? Wanting to say something only for the words to die in his throat over and over? This is terrifying.
tiptoe (over me) by LightningRidgeBlackOpal
Ryan thinks about how comfortable and safe he would feel if Shane cradled his face in his big hands and kissed him.
take me on (take on me) by ghostyspook
Shane had realized, truly, that he loved Ryan, in the back of an Uber in the dark, as all the city lights passed their windows. He had looked over, slightly drunk, to see the younger one passed out and leaning on the window. The reds, blues, and greens of the signs they passed descended over his soft features and had shown lightly behind him, and Shane swore he'd never seen someone so beautiful.
we are breathing river water by fourtccn
He cups a hand around Ryan’s gorgeous, smiling face, and presses one last kiss into the corner of his crinkled eye. Ryan’s breath stutters against his cheek, so much different from their panting in between the hungry kisses, but the laugh lines don’t disappear as Shane kisses them.
hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect by bodhirookes
Shane sends a picture of his face. He’s lying down, the frame just big enough to show most of Shane’s face and Obi on his pillow. Ryan grins stupidly at his phone. God, he loves Shane’s stupid face so much.
He sends Shane a picture of just him, pouting. He texts back: I miss Obi, not brave enough to write what he really means.
Bed-warm Hands and the Ghost of Elvis by MiraclesofPaul
Shane takes Ryan in, his eyes closed, head tipped back against the elevator wall. His Adam’s apple stands out against the smooth planes of his neck, and Shane realizes to his dismay that he wants to make a topographical map of those ridges and valleys with his mouth.
Pushing All Your Buttons by beethechange
Shane cupped the side of his cheek, amazed that there was skin and bone and a living breathing Ryan under his touch.
You've Been Starring in My Dreams by drunkkenobi
Shane chuckled again, a nervous thing that made Ryan smile at him, then laugh with him.
Ryan's hand didn’t move, it felt as if it held Shane’s heart so close, all Shane could feel was Ryan, Ryan, Ryan…
Like You Want To Be Loved by poetdameron
Shane wasn’t sure if Ryan felt it too, the sudden weight of knowing they’d wandered outside of the lines of friendship last night.
The heaviness of feeling like he would really like to do it again.
The Christmas Curse by MiraclesofPaul