For the shyan week’s free day, I decided to make a rec list with my favorite shyan fics I’ve read so far. All these writers are fantastic and deserve all the kudos and comments, I love all these stories!
Fics with a star on the side are big favorites of mine.
if you go down to the woods by Siria | T | 1,752 Words | ☆
The footage shows Ryan Bergara walking into the woods.
The footage shows Ryan Bergara walking out of the woods.
Like You Want To Be Loved by poetdameron | T | 16,535 Words | ☆
"Settle down with me", Shane says without thinking and as Ryan looks at him with wide open eyes, all he can think of it's how many of Ryan's secrets he knows, how Ryan likes his coffee, and the fact that he has loved him since the moment Ryan first looked up at him and smiled.
Early Morning Conversations by idonthavelungs | G | 594 Words
Sleeping in a dead person’s bed in a house that’s probably haunted doesn’t exactly make sleep come easy.
Horror and Chill, Baby by Squeakyshroom | E | 6,206 Words
Ryan won't chill, so Shane gives him a helping hand.
Or: Ryan's straight but not when Shane touches him like that.
Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes by YogurtTime | E | 6,577 Words | ☆
An innocent man of taste and leisure, Ricky Goldsworth, just wants to check into his hotel room, but gets into an altercation with the concierge while a mysterious gentleman in expensive-looking clothes watches nearby.
Kismet. by poetdameron | E | 18,625 Words | ☆
Everyone is born with Gifts. It doesn’t matter if they didn’t ask for it.
Shane never thought he would meet the only person in the world he can touch without killing them, let alone fall for him.
un poco loco by sanjariti | T | 2,468 Words
(told in a linear date timeline)
In which Ryan Steven Bergara loves Shane Alexander Madej so much, he plans their one-year anniversary gift 6 months in advance. But what sort of gift requires so much planning?
And they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates) by Squeakyshroom | E | Chapter 5/5 | Complete | 25,690 Words
Shane and Ryan are roommates who fuck, but with rules.
(Now if only they'd stop breaking all the damn rules)
Por Favor, Sweetheart by carrieonfighting | T | 7,859 Words | ☆
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
Thursday: Turquoise Taupe by shaniacbergara | G | 3,142 Words
Shane Madej’s hometown is…well, a little bit different than most. He and Ryan take a trip there.
When It Happens by Anotherlostblogger | E | 8,790 Words |☆
At some point Ryan and Shane stopped being just friends. That tension has been there just thrumming under the surface, waiting for the right moment to be released but it’s like a valve, slowly turned so it starts out trickling until they’re caught in the overflow.
in the drift by lorena_estrella | G | 624 Words |☆
After losing his brother in a Kaiju battle, Shane never thought he'll trust anyone again. Then Ryan happened.
Pacific Rim AU
ready if it happens with you by sarcasticfishes | E | 4,319 Words |☆
It’s not a thing. Ryan’s just a little… touch-starved. Intimacy-starved.
Shane passes behind him when he’s sitting at his desk, idly touches Ryan’s shoulder, thumb brushing the curve of his neck — and goosebumps erupt down the length of Ryan’s arms.
In His Brown Eyes by poetdameron | E | 9,866 Words
As a kid, a shadow lived in Shane's room that became his friend. All he can remember of it, it's its beautiful brown eyes.
As an adult, Shane meets Ryan and his beautiful brown eyes that are familiar.
Collide by needywitch | E | Chapters 2/2 | Complete | 35,310 Words |☆
Ryan is desperately in love with his best friend.
I Don't Want to Sleep Alone by Anotherlostblogger | E | Series | 3 Works
After Ryan gets really shaken that night at Yuma, Shane is left to deal with the aftermath.
Rough water by heyghouls | Not Rated | 9,092 Words
Ryan's apartment gets flooded. He doesn't have anywhere to live in the meantime but it's a good thing his good friend Shane lives close to the office. Shane happily offers him a home and the boys are forced to face their unresolved sexual tension.
One apartment, two boys with raging attractions towards the other and one undeterminated stay. What could go wrong?
Playing It Cool by poetdameron | E | 27,494 Words | ☆
Ryan needs a new roommate, Shane needs a new place. They both work in the film industry, like the same weird crap, love the same movies, and would die for pop corn. It's a blessed match!
There's only one tiny detail Kelsey may have forgotten to tell Ryan about Shane's acting job.
universal truth by lorena_estrella | G | 276 Words
Shane has no idea how he got so lucky but he isn't complainig either. For the next thousand years, all he wants is to love Ryan
Old Sins Cast Long Shadows by MercurySkies | E | 15,442 Words
Sin
/sɪn/
noun
1. an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law.
2. any thought or action that endangers the ideal relationship between an individual and God.
3. any diversion from the perceived ideal of human living.
And Longer If I Can by poetdameron | T | 6,315 Words
After Shane makes an "odd" question, Ryan can't stop thinking about the possible implications of it, obsession over the one conclusion most likely to (not) be: Shane is breaking up with him sometime soon.
Thank you, Satan by Squeakyshroom | E | 7,426 Words
Ryan breaks his arm and Shane takes care of him. It’s not weird...until it is.
Or: Ryan wants Shane. Shane wants more.
won't you ride on my fast machine? by ElasticElla | M | 1,678 Words
“So? Lovers’ quarrel? Work gone wrong? Bad family barbecue that ended abruptly when you accidentally came out by making a pun about your poor math skills?”
“That’s way too specific to not be real,” Ryan accuses.
A Ghoul's Guide to Life, Death & Afterliving by MercurySkies | E | Chapters 21/21 | Complete | 57,013 Words | ☆
'Shane was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that, to quote ‘the’ Charles Dickens with an emphasis on the 'dick'. They didn’t tell you the great Victorian novelist was also a grade A asshole in high school but then again what do they tell you in high school? Shane Madej was dead, as dead as one disembodied soul standing seemingly above his own corpse probably can be.'
(a moment) by thisissirius | M | 1,437 Words
ryan is shivering when they get back to the motel
contrapposto by spoopyy | T | 7,301 Words | ☆
Ryan works in a museum. Shane doesn't understand art. They fall in love.
meet me halfway by poetdameron | T | 12,346 Words | ☆
In a world where everything changed over the night, Ryan and Shane's minds connect miles away, making Shane the man of Ryan's dreams. Literally.
the summer is ended and we are not saved by anarchetypal | E | 1,733 Words | ☆
Ryan drops the holy water gun with a shout and stumbles back, fueled by blind panic as he turns and sprints past their sleeping bags for the attic door.
Behind him, he hears Shane sigh almost calmly despite his flesh still burning. “Don't— C’mon, seriously, do we really have to make this a whole thing— You've seen horror movies, you know how this is gonna—” Apparently still annoyed, he breaks off, and the door in front of Ryan slams shut on its own.
Ryan skids to a stop and reaches for the knob, rattling it ineffectively. “Shit, shit, shit—”
“So many horror movies,” Shane says, voice much closer now, and Ryan spins around. “I’m just saying, can we not make this a thing right out of TV Tropes, you know, that’s just boring for both of us.”
Shyan Week 2020
↳ Day 2: Partners. Ryan and Shane have worked together for almost six years, they’ve been friends for as long and collaborated in Ryan’s very first video in BuzzFeed, Shane was there when Unsolved became bigger and are still partners with Watcher Entertainment, their own production company.
Shyan Writing Events is excited to announce its upcoming Shyan Week 2020! Please keep reading for more information and the prompts for this year!
~ What is the Shyan Week?
A fan event in which participants will create fan works of their own based on a prompt given to them daily for seventh days. Participants will be able to chose between three options a day, posting their stuff under the tag #shyanweek2k20 for other people to check out and enjoy. Our goal is to fill our tags with different angles and interpretations of the prompts to celebrate our ship and fandom.
More details under the cut!
~ Event Rules
Everyone can participate in this event as long as their work is based in one of the three prompts given on the day they are posting.
The work’s main pairing should be shyan, otherwise it won’t be accepted as part of the event. Side pairings are allowed.
This event is for works written in English. Anyone from any part of the world can enter, but English is necessary. It needs to have the necessary beta work done before posting. Fanfictions must be reasonably edited and readable, we are NOT betaing works for authors.
Original works created for the event ONLY.
Works including rape/non-con/torture-porn/underage are not allowed as part of this event! This is not a ban on dark material. You may address related themes in your works, but graphic scenes should be avoided. But material of the kind between the couple will not be allowed.
~ Rules for posting
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~ Restrictions
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Day 4: F R E E D A Y
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'things you said when you were sick' ryan going: 'you were so weird! like you kept talking about how cold i was and-' shane quipping back: 'cuz i had a fever and your heart is made out of ice'
This was sent to me waaay back in the beginning of March, and now you’re getting a long-ish drabble in time for Shyan week day 6, prompt domesticity :D
To think this was even before 3AM anon came around and people started sending me so many prompts in my mail, ah wild.
if I’m telling the truth
It’s not that Ryan wants Shane to be sick, but it really does not hurt to have an excuse to take care of the big guy once in a while.
Shane grunts from beside him, grimacing when he tries to sit up from where he lay on the couch.
“Woah there.” Ryan reaches out to pull him up, “You want some more tea?“
“Yeah, that’d be great.” Shane’s voice is scratchy. He rubs a hand down his face, tucking his legs close under the fleece blanket, making an appreciative noise in his throat when Ryan hands him the steaming mug.
“Ugh, remind me not to get sick again.”
“Oh I did plenty of that.” Ryan smirks, because he really, really did. “‘Shane don’t run in the rain’ I said, ‘you’ll get sick’. Then 20 minutes later the suspect was discovered with a severe case of cold.” Ryan pitches his voice down into his theory voice, and he can’t help the giggle when Shane scrunches up his nose at it.
As much as he’s glorying in Shane’s misery, it is a nice memory, Shane’s wide-eyed grin as the rain rapidly plastered his hair onto his forehead, long limbs twirling in the downpour, drops painting across the joy that had been in the other man’s gaze, warming Ryan under his umbrella.
Ryan thinks he’ll store it away, in a deep-down place.
“You’d think you’ve never seen rain in your life, you were so excited.”
“That’s because LA is a desert that rains never, Ryan, I need my comfort rain-running.”
“Well, you get rid of the fever first, then tell me about your freaky love for rain and how us Californians are soft lilies.”
“You are.” Shane mutters, shifting to brush a kiss into the back of Ryan’s hand when Ryan reaches to feel Shane’s forehead. “Oops, sorry, go, go wash your hands!” Shane calls, nudging at Ryan insistently until he got up, leaving Shane chuckling to himself nestled under the blanket.
After his last dose of medicine Ryan fusses Shane to bed, almost cooing when the taller man curls up under the comforter. Ryan is the one that usually needs comfort, hollow from overexposure on shoots or tossing and turning for days when he gets sick, so it’s kind of nice that he gets to mother his boyfriend a little now.
He climbs on the bed and tucks the blanket tighter around the two of them, settling down to face Shane.
“You wake me up if you need anything in the night?”
“Sir yes sir.” Shane salutes him, it’s crooked and there’s way too big of a grin on Shane’s face, it’s so hard to not lean in. That’s what this whole ordeal has robbed him of, Ryan thinks glumly, the careful small touches and caresses that they had always taken for granted. He’s so going to double down once Shane gets better.
Shane’s looking at him through his down tilted eyes, already sleepy, “You’re a gorgeous pizza.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Ryan murmurs, giving the other man a peck on the nose, but his curiosity nudges him on, “You got any specific kind in mind?”
Shane hums, tucking himself against Ryan’s side through the blanket he’d wrapped around himself, “Definitely deep dish.”
“Oh yeah?” Ryan’s heart skips a beat, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He’s kind of fishing for compliments now, but it doesn’t really matter when he gets to curl up with Shane at his side, “Because that’s your favorite?”
“Cause it’s like home.”
Ryan stares, his breath caught in his throat, because he can’t bring himself to do anything else. Shane says it so easily, voice thick from the fever and sleep. Time stays still around him, the tenor of Shane’s words hanging in the air for seconds, minutes, hours even, Ryan’s not sure.
The next time he focuses on Shane’s face, the other man’s eyes are already closed, breaths evening out as he drifted away, the huffs of air tinged with barely-there snores.
Shane looks so young like this, the lines of his face smoothed out in sleep and hair still soft from the shower. Ryan looks at him, then looks some more. He’d never get tired of looking, even before Ryan caved and confessed his heart out, their lives were already tied so close together that Ryan hadn’t been exaggerating when he said Shane’s the person he sees the most for the last four years.
Even Obi likes him now, and that should be a pretty big accomplishment in anyone’s book.
He knows things could change, how the rapid flow of the devouring internet and humanity itself could rush in and tear everything apart any second. And Ryan’s really not the praying type, but for god’s sake, he hopes they could stay like this through it all.
He searches Shane’s face, and he’s almost glad that he’s already too far gone.
“I love you.” Ryan whispers, testing the words on his tongue, just to see how they feel. He’s been avoiding them on purpose, Ryan thinks, guilt clenching in his gut. But it’s difficult to face them when the words still hurt, spikes of broken hearts sharp and piercing to the touch. Words that were broken with halfhearted goodbyes and see-yous that should have lasted forever.
But it feels right here, now. It fits right into the dynamic of the two of them, Ryan and Shane, together.
Ryan thinks he could say it again.
His eyes prickle, and he smiles in the darkness, pressing a hand against his mouth to muffle the sob that’s trying to form.
“Love you Ry.” Shane murmurs.
It’s a wonder Ryan managed to fall asleep, but Shane and Obi’s purring combined is a force to be reckoned with.
He wakes with a fuzzy weight on his chest, and a cursory stretch reveals the kitten had somehow deemed him worthy of a pillow at some point in the night, Obi’s little soft face tucked against Ryan’s chest, his whiskers tickling bare skin. It’s another bright sunny weekend in LA, and as far as Ryan’s concerned it can stay that way forever.
“Mornin’.” He murmurs, reaching down to scratch behind the little hellion’s ears.
Obi shoots him a dirty look but accepts the touch, then he pads over to nestle right into the curve of Shane’s neck. The other man wakes in a half start.
“Wha-” Shane sputters, fluttering hands coming up to investigate the warm scarf that Obi has become, “oh, it’s you.”
“Hey sleepyhead, feeling better?”
“Yeah,” Shane sounds strained, trying to speak without jostling the kitten too much, the animal’s purrs sounding in time with Shane’s voice. “Movement’s out of the question for a bit though.”
“He was sleeping on me all night, you’re on nursing duty now.” Ryan gives Shanes ribs a light poke, delighting in the pained way he tries to shift without actually moving.
“We’ve got a homicide going on here officer, you’re not going to investigate that?” Shane does a rapid-fire series of blinks, maybe there’s also a wink in there, but Ryan really can’t tell, he really hopes Shane isn’t having a stroke.
Obi’s tail flicks and curls around to rest across Shane’s nose, and the man lets out a strangled sound.
“That depends,” Ryan grins, tapping his chin, “It just so happens I might suddenly not see anything, you know, cats are such gentle animals.”
“Oh, you’re evil.”
“I’m not the one that put that characteristic in my sims character,” Ryan reminds him, laughing, “Come on, you think your throat can take waffles?” Shane’s eyes light up.
“Oh yes please, they are the superior batter food after all.”
“Why you gotta keep shitting on pancakes?”
“Cause it’s fun to see you get all puffy about it.” Now that’s definitely a wink. How the fuck does he have the energy to do all this when he was burning up with a fever just yesterday? Evolution is so not fair.
“You,” He flounders, “your mom gets puffy. You’re just a sore loser” Ryan huffs, and has to take a leaping jump off the bed when Shane reaches out a hand to swat at him.
“Oh I’m not the one that should be worried about that getting sore.” Shane raises an eyebrow and his eyes go dark. Ryan shivers.
“Promises promises.”
Shane flails again, but Ryan’s too quick for him, already jumping back with a giggle. And Shane just lays there with an arm and half his torso dangling off the bed, a little ball of orange fur draped across his throat purring like an engine.
He blinks up at Ryan with that shit-eating grin on his face, and Ryan falls for him a little bit more.
Ryan busies himself around the kitchen, sliding a cup of tea onto the counter when Shane ambles into the room, rubbing at his eyes. Obi pads over to the corner and starts on his breakfast.
“You were pretty out of it last night.” Ryan leans back against the sink, sipping at his coffee.
“I say anything stupid when I was high on cold medicine?”
There’s a twinge in his chest, “Oh I dunno, what counts as stupid?”
“Hmm, a lotta things.” Shane’s palms are wrapped tight around the mug, and it must burn, but his hands clench around it like they need something to hold onto. He meets Ryan’s eyes, “But nothing I regret.”
There’s a slight ringing in his ears. Ryan swallows, pushing down the thoughts that erupt at the words. He cracks a smile, “You sure that’s not because you don’t remember what you’re supposed to regret?”
“Pretty sure.” Shane grins back, but his gaze turns serious again, settling on Ryan with a steady weight. “You said things too.”
Ryan’s breathing is coming short. He wonders idly if there’s a tea that can fix that. Shane can probably find one. “I did.” He hedges.
“Anything you regret?” Shane’s fingertips are white against the navy blue mug, and there’s a vulnerability in his face that Ryan wants to kiss away.
It may be a lazy number nine their kitchen clock’s pointing at, but it’s still too early to have this sort of conversation.
But it would eventually come to this point, Ryan thinks. No matter what they can and may do or say in the dark of night under the haze of sleep and liquor, no matter how passionate or desperate or all-encompassing it gets, it will always come down to this, the reckoning in the sobering light of morning.
And maybe it’s better this way, when the harsh sunlight throws no more shadows to hide, leaving truths bare in trembling hands.
“Never.” Ryan breathes with what’s left of the air in his lungs, and watches the tension in Shane’s shoulders melt away.
“Oh thank god.“
Shane is even less of the praying type, but the hushed words scrape closer to divine gratitude than Ryan’s ever heard.
Then Shane’s pulling him close between the counters, enveloping him in a hug that shakes slightly with the effort. “Thank God,” Shane says again, breaths hitching against Ryan’s chest.
Ryan returns the pressure, rubbing small circles between Shane’s shoulders and murmuring I’ve got yous and I knows into his shoulder.
“Oh look at me, crying on a Saturday morning.” Shane sniffles, pulling back and wiping at his eyes. The sun catches the wet patches trailing down his cheeks and Ryan is dazzled by the light. He brushes at the tears with a hand at the other man’s face.
“I love you, Shane Madej.” He says, loud and clear into the whole damn universe. It sounds nice, and makes Shane’s face light up in the prettiest way. Ryan’s never going to get tired of saying it. “I love you.” He repeats.
Slowly, Shane cups Ryan’s hand with his own, turning his head to brush a kiss to Ryan’s palm. It’s stupidly tender, stuff Ryan’s seen in every romantic movie, and Shane makes it even softer.
“I love you too.”
Shane’s eyes do the crinkly thing at the corners, and Ryan just wants to kiss this insanely kind and caring of an idiot he’s fallen so completely for. So he does.
“Wanna hear what other stupid things you said last night?” Ryan teases, breathless when they break apart, and Shane wheezes out a laugh.
“Yeah? Let’s list my crimes.”
“You were super paranoid about me getting sick,” Ryan says, catching the corner of Shane’s t-shirt and tugging slightly, “You kept talking about how cold I was in your sleep and-”
“That’s cause I had a fever and your heart is made out of ice.”
“Is that why you like me!” Ryan grins, pointing an accusing finger, “I called it you yeti!”
And Ryan relishes in the fact that Shane doesn’t have a comeback to that, because Shane leans in again, and Ryan thinks as their lips meet, that he’ll even be generous enough to not hold it against him.
pairing: shyan
genre: AU, angst
rating: T
warnings: mentions of death
summary: Shane is a doctor trying to find a cure for deadly virus. Ryan is afraid of dying.
a/n: written for Shyan Week 2020, one chapter for each day/prompt.
