#shyanpositivityweek

[levyfiles]

Shyan Culture Favourite 1/?: Absolutely loving height/size difference jokes 

[wetookanoath]

Ryan giving massive heart eyes to Shane during the Ohio State Reformatory Post Mortem  (◡‿◡✿)

Bonus:

[banshee-cheekbones]

11 for the sappy prompts? BTW I love your whole thing

11 = “I thought you didn’t want me.”

I went with Shyan for this one, but let me know if you wanted another pairing and I’ll see what I can do! 

also written for prompt roulette at the bfu writers discord, using the prompt ‘coffee shop au’ and for day 2 of the shyanpositivity event (i’m late, what a surprise). 

roughly a G rating, 1.3k, on ao3 here.

true love (is making fun of assholes together)

Ryan’s fairly certain that he’s been scrubbing at the same non-existent stain on the counter for the last five minutes.

They’re closing in twenty minutes, and there’s only a handful of customers that are still hanging around, regulars that Ryan can trust to head out before they flip the sign. Normally, he’d take advantage of the quiet to try to get a head-start on their closing routine, would go clean the bathrooms or tidy the tiny break room, but he can’t bring himself to move.

That would mean that he’d have to stop eavesdropping on the asshole sitting at the table closest to the counter.

He came in fifteen minutes ago, ordered a black coffee and a croissant, pulled a disgruntled face when Shane asked him if he wanted the croissant toasted, as if the answer should have been obvious, and dropped down at the nearest table heavily enough for the chair to creak alarmingly. Immediately after he finished demolishing his croissant (leaving behind a flurry of crumbs over both the table and his shirt), he’d yanked his phone out and called someone, and it’s that conversation that Ryan can’t stop listening to.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Based on the fact that Shane has been pretending to count their leftover baked goods for the last several minutes, Ryan suspects that they’re both in the same boat. Shane only glances from the glass display case to wave goodnight to one of their regulars before he returns to staring at the muffins and croissants, mouth screwed up like he’s trying with all his effort not to laugh.

Ryan can relate; he’s met some real dickheads since he started college, has unfortunately encountered quite a few while he was on the job, but this guy truly takes the cake for being an asshole. Even with only being able to hear one half of the conversation, it’s pretty clear that he’s trying to work the ‘nice guy’ angle, and based on the way his face is growing increasingly red and crumpling into a look Ryan can only describe as crestfallen, the person on the other end of the line isn’t falling for it.

“But…” The guy trails off, presumably because he’s interrupted, and Ryan glances at Shane out of the corner of his eye. Shane’s eyes are twinkling with mirth, and there’s a slight, but still noticeable, shake to his shoulders, like the laughter is about to burst from his chest like an animal escaping from the zoo.

“But I thought you didn’t want me,” the guy continues, and he sounds so pathetic that Ryan kind of wants to throw the rag he’s been using to ‘clean’ at his head.

“Oh my God,” he whispers instead, stepping away from the counter and walking behind Shane. Out of habit, he trails his fingers along Shane’s back before he steps over to the espresso machine so he can pretend to polish that.

“This is better than the last six movies we’ve watched,” Shane replies before he breaks into a beaming grin and calls out, “Have a good night!” when another one of their regulars drops a tip into the small jar on the counter and heads out.

Before Ryan can say anything, it somehow gets even better.

“Well, if you didn’t want me, then why did you help me study for that exam?”

Laughter abruptly bursts from Shane’s chest like a thunderclap, and that’s enough to make Ryan lose it too. There’s no point in trying to restrain himself; it’d be like trying to cap a volcano after it’s already erupted. When he glances up, he’s not surprised to see that the guy is glowering at the two of them, phone still hovering in front of his ear, but that just makes him laugh even harder.

“Seriously, man?” Shane splutters, tears flowing down his lightly stubbled cheeks. “You actually just asked someone that. For real.”

The guy spits out a few half-formed words, face growing increasingly redder, and after only a few seconds, Ryan decides to put him out his misery.

“C’mon, dude,” he says, shaking his head. “They aren’t into you. And I don’t blame them, frankly.” Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Shane stick his hand out, and Ryan automatically fistbumps him without turning his head.

For a few moments, the guy doesn’t say anything coherent. His face reddens further, until Ryan is actually afraid he might have a heart attack, and his grip tightens on his phone until Ryan half-expects the case to crack.

And all the while, Ryan just can’t stop laughing.

Eventually, the guy shoves his phone into his pocket (Ryan assumes that whoever was on the other end has already hung up) and gathers up the rest of his things. Once he’s on his feet, still glaring at them, he reaches out and, like a particularly vindictive cat, pushes the saucer that his croissant came on to the floor.

The saucer hits the tile with a loud thunk, but it doesn’t actually break, and for a few seconds, the guy simply stares down at it with the most perplexed expression Ryan has ever seen. He wheezes helplessly, and tears start leaking from his own eyes.

“Don’t worry, we’ll grab that for you,” he says, leaning heavily into Shane’s side, ribs aching, bracing himself on the counter with one hand so that he doesn’t simply fall over.

“Fuck you,” the guy mutters under his breath, cheeks nearly purple with rage as he walks towards the door.

“Have a nice night!” Shane says cheerily, throwing in a wave for extra emphasis. As soon as the guy’s back is totally turned, that wave turns into an jauntily extended middle finger, and Ryan laughs even harder.

“Jesus Christ,” he says, wiping at his eyes once the bell over the door quits ringing. The shop is totally empty now, and even though there’s still technically ten minutes before close, he doesn’t feel guilty about stepping out from behind the counter so he can turn the sign over and flick the lock on the door. “What a fucking guy.”

“I thought his head was going to explode.” Shane comes out into the main area to start stacking the chairs on the tables, but he’s only done two before he stops and starts laughing again, almost silent with the force of it, shoulders heaving. When Ryan looks over, Shane is simply pointing at where the saucer is still lying on the floor, totally intact. Eventually, he manages to choke out, “The fucking plate,” before he sags back against the counter and dissolves into wheezing. He looks simply delighted at the sheer absurdity of the situation, and even as Ryan chokes on more laughter of his own, he falls a little harder for the guy.

Once he’s pulled the blinds down over the two windows that face out onto the sidewalk (it takes a few tries, because his shoulders are shaking so hard), he crosses the room to where Shane is wiping at his leaking eyes with the back of his hand.

“C’mere,” he says, curling a hand into the rough fabric of Shane’s barista apron and tugging him forward a bit. Shane gasps loudly as he casually tosses his long arms around Ryan’s neck.

“But Ryan,” he proclaims loudly, like an aghast actress in a soap opera, “I thought you didn’t want me.”

“You know damn well that isn’t true,” Ryan answers, shaking his head and trying his best to restrain his laughter so that he can actually slot his mouth against Shane’s.

“Do I, though?” Shane raises one eyebrow and lightly drums his fingers on the back of Ryan’s neck, eyes still sparkling with tears of amusement. “Maybe you should prove it.”

“Fine,” Ryan shrugs, pressing Shane back against the counter and leaning up onto his toes. “I will.”

(By the time they manage to break away from each other, Ryan having satisfactorily proven his point, they’re already half an hour behind schedule.

Ryan regrets nothing.)

[shyanlibrary]

hey im trying to find a fic i read on ao3 from a while back, it was your typical Accidental Child Acquisition fic but where ryan takes care of his goddaughter after something happens to her parents and shane kinda helps him out after a while. do you happen to know what it's called?

Por Favor, Sweetheart by carrieonfighting

Summary: Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late

Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks

Rated: T

Commentary: This is my favorite single parent AU fic in the fandom. The story is similar to a movie that, while I know it’s not that good, I hold dear in my heart and it’s the sweetest thing. You have Ryan genuinely trying his best and deciding to step in for what is a serious matter and life-changing desicion, and then you Shane, who accepts this immediatelly and searches for a way to help. 

It’s a really sweet fic with plenty of humor and baby stuff going on, not to mention the representation of Ryan’s heritage is one of my favorite things in the world and this was one of the first fanfics to do it right.

[ghostproofbergara]

happy birthday, shane.

bfu | ryan/shane | 668 w. | fluff

summary: ryan wakes up just before dawn, a little early than he has planned for the day but if he goes back to bed again, he sure will sleep through his alarms and miss the start of a wonderful day. 

it’s shane’s birthday, after all. 

ryan wakes up just before dawn, a little early than he has planned for the day but if he goes back to bed again, he sure will sleep through his alarms and miss the start of a wonderful day.

it’s shane’s birthday, after all.

ryan smiles to himself as he glances at his still sleeping boyfriend, hair matted to his forehead and lips slightly parted with a soft snore passing through. he must have been really tired, ryan thought as he brushed his fingertips through shane’s locks, light enough not to wake him from his peaceful sleep. ryan slowly lifted himself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard and reaching for his discarded laptop on the nightstand, making sure it is as dim as possible so as not to disturb shane.

he continues the video he was editing last night while he was waiting for shane, before eventually falling asleep. ryan didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep until shane pried off the laptop from his lap, settled him down on the bed with a soft kiss on the lips.

“at this rate, you’re gonna have back problems earlier than you should.” shane had joked with a fond smile, though it slipped past ryan before falling asleep again with shane’s warmth pressed beside him.

a few hours passed without ryan noticing and the sunlight has started streaming in through the slightly drawn blinds of the window. ryan turns his head just at the right moment to see shane’s face casted in a soft glow, and if ryan’s breath has literally been taken away, well that’s for himself to keep.

shane shifts and turns to his side, nuzzling closer to ryan’s thigh and ryan automatically has his fingers tangled with shane’s hair, brushing through blonde locks with a soft hum. he waits for shane to stir, shutting his laptop quietly with his other hand. its moments like these when ryan wishes they could stay in their happy little bubble for the rest of the day, away from hustle and bustle of the city and the responsibilities from work. its moments like these where he feels so much for shane and he just wants to shake the other awake to tell him how much he loves him.

he’s tempted, but maybe not today. someday.

shane finally stirs into wakefulness, eyes slowly fluttering open as he looked up to ryan with a softness ryan briefly thinks his heart might explode for this man, and this man alone.

“mornin’, big guy.” ryan mumbles with a smile, pushing shane’s hair back and musses it playfully before pulling his hand back. he returns his laptop back on the nightstand, anticipating the possibility of being pulled back into bed.

“morning.” shane yawns and stretches his long legs and arms before settling back down on ryan’s thigh. “you’re up early.”

ryan hums acknowledgingly, his fingers once again finding themselves entangled with shane’s hair. “couldn’t go back to sleep.”

shane nods and nuzzles his nose against ryan’s thigh, a small sigh escaping his lips which made ryan laugh. his boyfriend can really be cute if he wanted to.

“happy birthday, shane.” ryan says a few moments later, leaning down to press a kiss to shane’s hair. shane makes a small noise before he is twisting in his spot to return the kiss on ryan’s lips. its soft and quick, but ryan already felt its effect run down his spine. god, he really does love shane so much.

“am i entitled to a breakfast in bed then?” shane asks with a knowing smirk after he pulled away, and lets out a surprised laugh as a pillow hit his face.

“asshole,” ryan says with a chuckle, crossing his arms across his chest as he looked at his boyfriend. shane is now sitting on his knees, a stupid grin plastered on his face and ryan can’t stop staring.

“you love this asshole.”

“i really, really do.”

guess that breakfast in bed is going to happen either way.

[wetookanoath]

what about seer!ryan who doesn't know he's a seer? he's actually seen a bunch of ghosts in like hospitals and crowded places but ghosts actually look ridiculously close appearance- wise to regular, alive humans so he doesn't notice. that is, until he and shane start doing investigations and one night ryan's like "didn't we tell security to leave?" and shane's like "??? there's no one else here but us ry" and ryan tries not to freak the fuck out

I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT.

Like, it’s so casual and completely normal, he never realizes until he’s a damn adult. How many times has he interacted with ghosts? And is this why he always felt so attracted to know if there’s something else out there? Something beyond? 

He’s internally freaking out all the while that first time he realizes. He thinks some more, makes research, thinks about the fact that maybe he’s having a mental breakdown and takes some days off work, maybe visits a doctor, talks to his mom who understands all this, their cultures all close to spirits and the beyond, it’s no wonder he may have a Gift.

No one is going to believe him without proof anyway, especially Shane. He’ll probably be worried shitless for him, would incist on him going to a therapist, would probably follow him around to make sure he is sleeping and eating well, and going to see that therapist, Ryan.

Ryan keeps it with himself, tries not to run scared from each place they visit where souls are around them, tries to convince Shane and found a way to make him understand that he’s not making this up, this place is fucking haunted.

Eventually, he tries to talk to them. Some don’t respond, others do. There are the ones who don’t know they are dead (he says so to Shane some times) and those who know but there’s nothing they (or him) can do. Older ones tend to be more conscient of their situation, newer ones seem lost more often.

With all he can see, it’s kind of ironic he hasn’t noticed Shane is always looking at him and putting attention.

He listens when Ryan talks about spirits and ghosts like if he knows them and wonders how into deep Ryan truly is. He also listens and watches when he jumps at shadows and stares too long to empty spaces. He puts attention when Bloody Mary says he may have some ability, he watches carefuly the recording of his solo session with her in that room and the child.

Ryan is not telling him something. With time, it’s obvious he won’t and he is worried. He’s worried Ryan is into too deep and believes things that aren’t, but he also worries for their closeness and their friendship, how would Ryan take it if he acuses him of something he blieves is happening to him and Shane is insensitive enough to not understand? And what if, what IF, it’s actually real and the one wrong is him? It’s risky. And it’s scary on its own.

It doesn’t help he’s kind of in love with Ryan. It makes him anxious because this is a person he doesn’t want to lose, can’t lose, and if he makes a wrong move, that’s it. 

Ryan can see the dead and sometimes talk to them, but he can’t see the very much alive man that stands at his side every day.

[shyanlibrary]

hiii im here to (almost) shamelessly promo my own fic "The Demon Who Followed Me Home" its a wip on ao3 and its some 14,000 words and its demon!shane who gets kicked out of hell bc of a petty dispute and he ends up getting attached to his neighbour and sticks around and sdlkfj theres some violence and a sheep dies but thats abt it so far sdkfljs i hope u have a good day bud

Thanks! Have a good day, too <333

The Demon Who Followed Me Home by toadlet

Summary: Shane Madej, resident demon and best friend of Ryan Bergara, who writes a supernatural+unsolved newsletter. What could possibly go wrong?

(basically shane gets booted out of hell, makes friends with the cute boy next door, and lots of things happen)

Rated: M

Chapters: 1/?

Word Count: 14, 499

[wetookanoath]

i saw your post so i'n poppin in to say i watched the new ep w my boyfriend today and he told me that beanie shane looked like a gay druggie artist. maybe you could make an au out of that? ~🦐

LMAO, OH MY GOD. Okay, but like-- without drugs because, as a mexican daughter of a the first woman judge in her city, I can’t stand drug culture.

Shane is your awkward artist who draws humanoid fastfood and has an online comicbook called HotDaga where everything is weird as shit, but people love it so much and he enjoys so much doing it, it’s kinda addictive.

He has other works, too. He has another comic series about some human demon hunter and her demon lover who helps her out, if it’s lowkey based on his best friend’s, Sara, relationship with her girlfriend Quinta, nobody but them need to know.

That’s how Ryan knows him. 

Ryan is a big fan of the “serious comic”, as he calls it, because he just loves all things spooky. He’s a film student and is dying slowly with college between studying, working and already preocupating about loands and finals. But this comic makes him go !!, so when the artist announces it’s going on Hiatus because he wants to finish the HotDaga, he loses his shit and writes him a long ass, kinda frustrated, PM that he didn’t expect to be answered.

Ashamed, he tries to apologize, but quickly their messages transform into banter and somehow, they start talking until someone asks the other out for coffee so they can’t close this goddamn argument once and for all, and holy shit, is this a date?