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[ghoulwheeze]

aliens made me do it

A short shyan fic for @bfu60min and the prompt “desperate”

Inspired by my dad’s antics after we watched the new episode together. 

Ryan had been dead asleep when he’d felt the whack on his butt. 

“What the actual fuck, Shane,” he croaked out groggily. 

“I just saved your life, man! Some alien was trying to abduct you, like they did those Roanoke colonists. I just saved you.”

Silence. 

The shorter man sat up. “Are you kidding me right now? That’s your excuse?”

There was a desperate look in Shane’s eyes, like he’d actually seen something. If it was an act, he was doing a mighty fine job of it. 

“I’m serious, Ry, there was a real live alien reaching for your butt. I saved you from it. That butt is mine and mine alone.” 

Ryan sighed. “Whatever, man. Just go back to sleep.” 

Slowly, Shane began to calm down, reaching out to pull Ryan into his chest. His face settled in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, the in and out of Shane’s breath soothing Ryan to sleep. Behind the believer, the skeptic continued to gaze around the room with haunted eyes. 

The next morning, Shane claimed it was all a dream, that he wasn’t really conscious during his theatrics. All he got from Ryan in reply was a huff and a disappointed glare. But despite his denial, he could never quite forget those long, probing fingers reaching out towards his love.

[spookybergara]

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[sincereiyleah]

I kinda love this tho.

“Have you heard?”

“Heard what? What you babbling about again?”

Ryan roles his eyes and struts up to Shane.

“It’s been passed all over town, ya dimwit.”

“Spit it out, will you?”

“The gold!” Ryan finally says, Shane looks at him confusedly.

“Gold you say? Where?”

“You know that hill over there by Waterkeeps Bay? Old man Jenkins cracked a big one ‘bout a few days ago. Everyone and their cows been there.”

“And you haven’t?”

“Course not.”

“Why so?”

“They’re off their meds, them folks by the hill, Jack n Jill all over again with the fightin’ surprise most of them are still above snakes.” Ryan finally takes a seat nexts to Shane and Shane turns his head to him.

“Bergara, never thought I see the day you pass up gold.”

“Damn straight, but they’re accusing folks of annex and I don’t look pretty on no tree.”

“Balderdash.” Shane scoffs, shaking his head.

“Didn’t think you’d be the one to call me belvidere.” Ryan says with a raised eyebrow.

“Said no such thing.” Shane laughs however and so does Ryan.

“You are balmy.”

“Rubbish, you’re the one with the blarney.” Shane smirks around his beer glass and drinks. “But Ryan, honestly, you’re not getting gold?”

“I’d be a fool-“

“Aren’t you already?” Shane smirks.

So does Ryan.

“Dipshit. But them folks, man goes wild for a few actuals. I ain’t no thief.”

Just when Shane was about to respond, shots were heard and their heads flew a one eighty to see.

“Thief! Thief!” The townspeople cried, a man was shoved and pushed.

“No! No! Not me! I ain’t no thief!” The man cries.

Ryan gets up and so does Shane, they stay far back in the crowd but they see who it is.

Brent.

Nobody really liked Brent, but he was tolerated.

Ryan himself had a few chats with the folk, but he shook his head at the accusation being thrown at him.

“Mercy! I ain’t no thief, I ain’t steal! I mined it- just like y’all folks.” Brent says, but there’s a group of men way bigger than him who pushes him closer and closer to the hanging tree.

“Bullshit! Hang him!” The crowd yells, the whole town more like it.

And so it was decided, Brent would be hung; and it was fairly quick process.

Ryan turned away though as the rock was removed from what used to be an associate of his.

Shane clasped a hand on Ryan’s shoulder; Shane hated Brent so Shane didn’t care much. But he knew to a certain degree, Ryan did.

“It was above your bend.”

Ryan nods. “Don’t you see though?” He looks up at Shane, almost despondent. “You wanna dance with the devil, you gotta live with it when he sets you on fire.”

Shane raised an eyebrow, but showed his teeth as he looked away at the dust on the ground. “If it counts, your the only gold I need.”

Ryan cocks his head, a soft smile growing on his face. “And that’s suppose to mean?”

Shane smirks proudly now, his cocky demeanor returning. “Come to my glory hole and you’ll find out.”

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I really enjoyed writing that??? This is for @bfu60min !! Btw, sorry Brent for accusing you of theft and hanging you right after.

[justrazorboy-blog]

Only Galaxy I Need

The dark sky was covered in thousands of colourful specks. It was one of Shane Madej’s favourite sights; it made him feel something he couldn’t quite explain. All of his anxieties and problems disappeared when he spent long nights out in his backyard, staring up at the stars and planets of their galaxy. It put him in a trance. A beautiful, relaxed trance.

Shane was often alone. Even if he had many to share his experience with, he didn’t want to give up his only form of solace in such a dark world to somebody else, somebody he probably didn’t care much for. It was his.

Tonight was different, however. He couldn’t bear to pass up on sharing this special moment with someone who may as well have been a galaxy in himself. Ryan Bergara; whose skin was as smooth as the sky and whose eyes twinkled and were as bright as the North Star. For that past week, Shane had not been able to tear his eyes away from such a person. It didn’t matter how bright the sun was, or who was around, seeing Ryan affected Shane in the same ways the night sky did.

But all of that would soon end. And the thought tore at Shane’s insides, scraping them out until he was bare.

“You’re full of shit, Bergara,” Shane responded quietly, smiling as Ryan’s face scrunched up in protest.

“I’m telling you the truth, there are other beings out there.” He gestured to the open sky above them. “Aliens, as you people like to say.”

Shane could believe that. He never thought the existence of aliens was impossible. In fact, they were much more likely to exist than other cryptids. “I just wish I could see one for myself,” Shane admitted. 

The two fell into a comfortable silence. Usually, Shane would prefer the quiet, but both knew that in the hours to come, all of this, their friendship, would come to an end. And he didn’t want his mind to linger in those dark places.

“Ryan. You’ve been around a lot, yeah?”

Ryan turned to Shane with a questioning look. “You mean through time? Yeah.”

“What has your favourite period been? I mean, where did you go that you wished you could stay there forever?” Shane watched as Ryan’s cheeks flushed under the moonlight.

“Right now… Is pretty nice. You’re pretty nice.” He whispered. “I wish I could stay here forever. But– I can’t.”

Shane’s heart dropped to his stomach at those words. “I don’t want you to leave either..” Every fiber of his body wanted to twist and snap. He never found goodbyes to be particularly hard, but this one was unbearable. “Why can’t you?”

Ryan took a deep breath. “I was given my ability to travel through time as a gift. My mother knew how miserable I was at home. There was nothing for me there. Just poverty and war.”

They had spoken about where Ryan had grown up previously when they first met each other. Shane was disgusted by it. The future was not a nice place to live; it was overrun by selfish governments, and the environment had been long destroyed by pollution and trash. Countries fought endlessly over supplies, which made no sense to Shane. They were just destroying even more of what they needed to survive.

“I promised her, that with it, I would find the best place for me. She didn’t care where I ended up, so long as I was happy.” Ryan smiled fondly at the memory of his mother. He hadn’t seen her in years. “This is probably going to sound cruel, and harsh, but please don’t take it that way. I truly do love it here, and you have been the most interesting person I’ve met so far. But I need to experience it all. What if there’s something even better for me out there? A place that I’m meant to be? My mother always told me that no matter where I was destined to end up, I would always find my way back there.”

Shane, admittedly, wanted to cry. Everything about this situation was unfair, but he understood. He didn’t want to be the person to hold Ryan back. Instead, he reached out and grabbed his hand, holding it firmly in his. “Your mother sounds like a wise person. And I think she’s right. If you’re supposed to end up here with me, then someday down the road you’ll find your way back.”

Ryan stared up at Shane with glossy eyes and a sad smile etched onto his face. “Of course I will. And if that isn’t the case, I have a feeling our paths will still cross. They have to.”

The rest of their night was spent watching the stars. When the dreadful morning came, they said their final goodbyes before Ryan disappeared, as if he had just poofed out of existence. Throughout the years Shane often wondered if he had imagined the whole thing. How could someone as perfect as Ryan really exist? But against his disbeliefs, Shane waited. For years he continued to sit out and watch the night sky, wondering where Ryan was now, and if he still remembered their short week together.

Decades had come and gone. Shane was older, his skin wrinkled, but he was still the same. He had started to give up hope of ever seeing Ryan again when the day had finally come. But that day would not be what he had expected.

Kneeling, Shane wrapped his frail arms around the body. Tears poured down his cheeks as the familiar features of the galaxy showed through the man’s face. Only now, there was no twinkle in his eyes. They stared, unmoving, up at the dark sky. The same dark sky they had first met under. The same sky they bonded over; the same sky they were last under together before he had disappeared for years upon years.

“Ryan…” Shane croaked out, his voice shaky. There was no response. Shane’s shirt was stained with blood that seeped out of the other’s stomach wounds. “Please… You can’t do this…” I can’t do this. Not without you. I waited for so long, Ryan, please.

But there was nothing left to be done. Shane had watched, with his own two eyes, as Ryan had appeared across the street. He may have not seen the man for over thirty years but there was no doubt about it. That was Ryan. But, foolishly, Ryan couldn’t contain his excitement of finally being back where he belonged. He ran into the street, where a driver hit him. His body fell limp after being sent flying. 

“We’re going to have to ask you to step away, sir.” The paramedics behind Shane spoke. But Shane didn’t listen. His hands grazed over Ryan’s body, searching for it. 

“Sir, we understand you are going through some hard times, but we must examine the body-”

Shane tuned them out completely. His hands checked every pocket, searching. Desperately. 

The paramedics started to grab at Shane to pull him off, but he flailed and pushed them away. He needed it. Where was it?

The frustration and anxiety was building inside of him, threatening to boil over, when his hand finally clutched onto the object. He squeezed it tight, memories of that last day together flooding his mind. The commotion around him as people stopped to see what had happened disappeared completely. It was silent, all except for a low whirring sound gradually filling his ears. His eyes stayed shut, afraid of what he may see when they opened. Everything around him started to spin, his stomach becoming queasy from the rough movements as he was shaken around as if he were on some kind of ride. He hadn’t been on one in years. So many years had gone by, and he had accomplished nothing. He had waited so long- and for what? What kind of sick joke did the galaxy play on him? Was his life really that pathetic?

“Shane?”

The familiar voice broke through Shane’s thoughts. He slowly opened his eyes, only to find Ryan sitting in front of him, confusion was written all over his face. It was dark, but Shane knew exactly where they were. Ryan’s wrinkles were gone, and life had returned to his body. Images of his corpse that Shane was just holding flashed in his mind, but all of the bad feelings he was just feeling diminished completely, being face to face with Ryan. 

“What happens when you time travel?” Shane asked suddenly, earning a raised brow from Ryan. He knew it was an odd time to ask. This night had been tattooed to his mind and he recalled every word that was shared. Every last, heart-wrenching word.

“Well uh, I suppose it’s less of actually turning back time, and more like jumping through dimensions.” Ryan struggled to explain, bewildered by Shane’s random question. “There are billions of galaxies, each one with a minor difference that differentiates them from others. That’s why when I time travel, only my memory is affected. Everyone else has no idea what’s happening or has any recollection of their other selves. Essentially, I’m inhabiting the version of myself from every possible timeline when I jump galaxies.”

Shane nodded slowly. So he hadn’t actually travelled back in time. He had entered a new galaxy, one with a different outcome than the last. 

“Ryan… You can’t leave.”

Ryan let out a quiet sigh. “Shane, you know I want to stay but-”

“No. I don’t. You say you want to stay here but you’re set on leaving. Please, believe me. Follow your heart. We’re meant to be together, you’re meant to stay here. This is where you belong.” Shane practically begged. He knew there had to be something different, something that would make him stay. This was his last chance. If they truly were meant to be together, the galaxy would allow it. 

Ryan stayed silent. The words processed through his mind. “But how can you be sure?” He whispered.

Shane stared Ryan directly in the eye, his hand reaching to hold his as it had done decades previously in an alternate galaxy. “Fate has a weird way of letting me know.”

The words were ominous but Ryan was smart. He may not have remembered anything that Shane did, but the look that the older boy gave him explained everything he possibly needed to know. Ryan smiled properly, warmth spreading throughout his body as he made his decision with no knowledge of how great of an effect it would have.

“Okay.”

[sayonaralullaby-a]

You wanna dance with the DEVIL You gotta live with it when he sets you on f i r e

　 　 　 　 　 　 Icarus!Shane Madej AU   - - ☆ - -    For the @bfu60min challenge

[weirdo-ing]

Demons are simply... fallen angels.

His once pristine white angel wings- now tainted black from the unforgivable sin he had committed.

His midnight black wings are littered with freckles of gold; his long, furry black tail ending with a dash of golden.

All of them lead to the sign of a demon royalty.

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This DemonPrince!Shane AU is from the fic I'm currently writing, <The Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To (Is When I'm Alone With You)>. 

Please check it out on ao3, @TheRealBlackPearl!

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Edited because of some minor changes

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[ghoulwheeze]

without ever letting you know

A short shyan fic for @bfu60min and the prompt “gold”

Inspired by: Gold by Kiiara

Ryan was burning. He was burning and it was killing him and he would let it. He would let it consume - eat him whole, bury him alive. Because that's what love was. Love was gold, brilliant and shimmering and heavy. Love was flecks littered in everyday life, constant reminders of his plight. Love was molten pain, dragging him down and anchoring him in its abyss. 

And it was fine. It was fine because Shane Madej was worth it. When Shane smiled at him, Ryan felt a fire light within him. When Shane cracked a joke, it was all Ryan could do to continue breathing through his wheezing. When Shane touched his skin, Ryan burned. He burned and burned. He would carry the electric mark wherever he went, an apparition of a hand only he could see. And Shane never noticed. He'd scare Ryan without a thought. He'd leave parties Ryan went to just to see Shane at. He'd tease Ryan a tad too much, and never notice the scorch marks on Ryan's heart. So sometimes Ryan wished that Shane would let him go. Release him so that he was free of the lump of golden love that sat in the pit of his stomach. Let him move on, and find happiness. He'll try to drift away, get rid of that metal that keeps them magnetized. Liberate himself. But in the end, sitting in that Unsolved basement alone, Ryan will miss his partner, his best friend, his crush, his unrequited love, too much. He'll cave. And then the gold will coming pouring back in all the cracks, solidifying and encasing him, forever entrapped in the miraculous burden of all-consuming love.

[justrazorboy-blog]

Decaying Words

For the @bfu60min prompt this week! (Prison AU)

Page 1 

Time – what a weird concept. It exists, but is simultaneously just another thing the human race has come up with to bring order to society. The change between night and day, the change of seasons, our failed attempts to keep from growing old and dying in this cruel, short existence; all real. But who was the fool to come up with the measurement of time? Hours, minutes, seconds? Why did everyone agree to follow this? I theorize it’s because as humans, we feel the need to understand. Understand why it is things work the way they do, and to bring some kind of closure to life. We need time because without it, we’d be lost.

I’m lost. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, or what time of day it even is. Has the sun risen? Is it just starting to set? Is there snow, or is summer just beginning? Without the ability to tell time, everything just feels… Slow. Time is passing, that I know, but only because I can hear others going about their day. Prisoners yelling from somewhere distant, and the occasional footsteps of guards walking past. Without those indicators, I’d be stuck in a dark hole. Unable to control my thoughts. My dark, regretful thoughts.“

"Ryan-”

Ryan whipped around, the book slipping from his grasp and plummeting to the cemented floor. As he steadied his breathing, which had quickened at twice its usual pace to keep up with his beating heart, his eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. “Jesus Christ, Brent! You can’t just sneak up on me like that.” Ryan hissed, shielding his eyes as the beam of light from his partner’s flashlight passed by his face.

“Me, scare you? You’re the one who suddenly disappeared!” Brent pushed the rest of his body through the cell’s doorway, his head barely missing a cobweb hanging above. “What the hell are you doing?”

Ryan bent down to retrieve the book he had been reading. Considering its age, it was in decent condition. The pages were stained yellow and only a few were detached from its spine, but the words still readable. The cover, however, was skimmed in mold after years of abandonment and rot. “I found a journal of sorts. I think it may have belonged to a prisoner here.” He turned and held the object out for Brent to inspect. The camera crew following his lead got closer, hoping for a nice shot for the episode.

“You’re telling me this thing has been sitting here for nearly fifty years?” Brent asked with obvious disgust. He waved his flashlight across the cell, taking in the surroundings of which it had been discovered in. It was a nearly empty room with nothing but a rusted toilet in one corner, and piles of rubble littering the majority of the floor’s surface.

“Precisely, yes.”

Page 103

My stomach won’t stop begging for food, and my throat for water. I can practically feel the inside of my body rotting away with each passing moment. How long has it been since I’ve eaten? Guards pass by regularly but never stop. Perhaps they’ve forgotten about me. Or, more likely, decided I should finally die for my crimes. But that’s quite an unfair situation, dare I say. They have the death penalty for a reason.

I resorted to drinking my piss a few hours ago (hours? days? minutes? I can’t tell anymore). It’s certainly not the most ideal, but at least I can quench my dehydration a little bit. Less suffering on my part. More suffering; much more suffering. What a stupid idea. Prolonged death is never a good option.

Hah. So this is how I’ll die. Covered in my own piss and shit, as pale and thin as a skeleton. Perhaps already a skeleton, if the guards truly did forget about me. Those idiots. I can see their faces now, the smell of my decaying body overwhelming their senses – opening my cell door to find my lifeless corpse, propped against this wall. The news headlines would probably be praising my death; ‘Serial Killer Shane Madej Found Dead in Solitary Cell, Covered in Own Bodily Excretions.’

“This is horrific.” Brent interrupted, his face scrunching up.

Ryan nodded slowly. “Sad, too. Even if he was a serial killer…” His words trailed off as his mind began to wander. He pictured what it would be like to be in Shane’s position; all alone, going insane.

Dying.

A shiver ran up his spine. They weren’t pleasant thoughts at all.

“How did a guy in solitary have access to a journal and ink anyway?” Brent questioned, gesturing for one of the camera guys to get a close-up of the page they had just read from.

“Must have smuggled it in somehow. Prisoners in this solitary block were rarely checked on, so it makes sense if it was never discovered.” Ryan shrugged, not entirely sure of his answer. The situation was weird in itself; a prisoner just being abandoned like that. Surely the staff couldn’t be that forgetful.

Page 132

Footsteps. I hear them. Coming closer, echoing down the hall! Maybe if I scream I can finally get their attention-

… They ignored me. I screamed until I collapsed, but they just kept walking. My body is too weak to move anymore. I won’t be surprised if these are the last words I write before finally succumbing to my death. I wonder what will be waiting for me on the other side? Huh, I really am going crazy. I’ve never been a religious person, so darkness. That’s the only logical explanation. No God, no afterlife… Just eternal sleep.

Before his passing, my old cellmate used to talk constantly about ghosts. Spirits. The people who are leaving something behind when they die, unfinished business that they have, so their souls are stuck on Earth.

Even if ghosts existed, that’s not where I’ll end up. I have nothing to keep me here. My family hates me, always have. But who can blame them? I’m a maniac. Insane. Fucked up in the head. I’ve done all of the work I needed to do. All those lives I took; I’m repaying for them by being here. I don’t owe money. Nothing.

I’m ghost-proof.

I’ll just slip into the darkness and wither away.

“Ryan we need to go, our time is up. That tour lady will be back any minute to lead us out.” Brent moved his flashlight from where it was directed at the book and started to talk with the camera crew.

“We skipped so much of his story, though…” Ryan whispered, flipping back through the many pages they had jumped across. So many words gone unread. How could they just leave it here, to probably never be found again? Without a second thought, Ryan grabbed one of their equipment bags and stuffed the book inside. He absolutely could not leave it behind.

“Yo- Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Brent asked worriedly, catching Ryan’s act. “That’s stealing!”

Ryan zipped the bag shut and laughed darkly. “Stealing? They wouldn’t even know it’s gone, clearly if it’s been sitting here for decades!” Usually, he wasn’t the type to take risks or commit crimes, but something about this man’s story made him need to take it with him. Before either could get another word out, they were approached by the lady from earlier who had guided them through the prison.

“Any luck?” She asked, eyeing the two boys.

“Nah. Nothing very compelling,” Brent replied, his gaze shifting to Ryan. He wasn’t about to rat his friend out, but he would much rather leave with a guilt-free conscious.

“May I ask a question about this cell?” Ryan asked the woman, who nodded. “According to our research, a man named Shane Madej once resided here. Do you have any information on him?”

Brent could have very well strangled Ryan right there but remained silent. After all, he was a little curious himself.

“Ah, Shane Madej – he was jailed for murder, about seven counts if I recall correctly. While in prison he murdered his cellmate for no given explanation and was sent here to solitary. It’s actually kind of a scary thought, because he was here for about four months in total, including when the prison was shut down and abandoned. All of the other prisoners were relocated across the country, but somehow their records got messed up. He was left behind, unheard of for years. Nobody had any reason to enter this place until a new landowner swept the place clean. He found Shane’s skeleton right there,” she pointed to a corner of the cell, close to where Ryan had originally found the journal. “And that was that. They identified him after finding out from the old warden that he had been the only one in solitary within a month before the shutdown. He insisted they had moved Shane back to his regular cell but, obviously, that wasn’t the case. After determining the timeline, and using modern testing, it is believed that he would have been alive in this cell for over a week after the shutdown, before his death. So, in short, it’s quite a mystery. No one is exactly sure of how that had happened.”

Ryan gaped at the woman. “They just… Left him here? That’s absurd!” He exclaimed, trying to fit together the story in his mind. How was that even possible?

Leaving him to his thoughts, the group followed the woman out of the prison. It was only four in the morning so it was still dark outside. He, Brent and their crew thanked the woman before parting ways. It wasn’t until they were back at their hotel, Ryan flipping through the pages of the stolen journal, when something suddenly clicked in his mind.

“Brent… If the prison was abandoned over a week before Shane’s death, then whose footsteps and voices was he hearing?”

Brent was silent for several moments before his lips tugged upwards, producing a grin. “I guess the guy wasn’t so ghost-proof after all.”

[sayonaralullaby-a]

Close

For @bfu60min challenge + phrase prompt: “I’m moving closer to you, I don’t care.”

　“I’m coming over there to rest with you and you can't stop me.”

　Great determination blend well into the words, though, were they nearly drawn from an immature child’s attitude, one would think. At least Ryan believed so while he was sitting on a couch, his attention flickering from his laptop to the sickly Shane, who was... well, definitely not standing at the doorway anymore since he first appeared, and instead, was hiding behind an another furniture that was set several feet away from where he was — alike he was a critter of sort attempting to catch him ( yeah, right, with his ridiculous legs as they were like the length of a huntsman spider’s, he would be doing it terribly ).

　 The dramatic sight left Ryan seeking cover over his laughters, his chest twirling in amusement that soon rendered the corner of his straightened lips twitching. Fuck.

　“For the last time, Shane, I’m not - I’m not going to risk getting my bones broken with a lot more work piling up on me because of you,” said Ryan, his voice wavering, tone shifting from seriousness to otherwise before vice versa ( God, Shane and his weirdness wasn't helping him at all ).

　He was a hardworking individual ( sometimes would his strength even become a flaw under a forming weight of exhaustion pressing deep into his mind and body from a lack of rest ), and he hated at the thought of not being able to work; if he received this particular amount of work, he will stick to the plans he would come up with and finish what he was given. Nothing less or more, unless told in advance that something would come up and interrupt his work period. So the chance he was going to catch Shane’s germs was a big fuck yes, and Ryan was, in no doubt, going with that big fuck off vibe towards it.

 　"I can help,” Shane bluntly offered.

　Ryan shot him a funny look. “The last time you offered to help me and I allowed you, you deleted few of my work.” 

　“It was an accident!”

　“Oh, and was it also an accident you got sick?” Ryan then questioned him with every notes in his voice was ringing sarcasm.

　“Well, things like this happens, so, what can I say.”

　Ryan stared at Shane in disbelief.

　"You fucking - oh my God, you ate the pumpkin seeds literally right out of a pumpkin! You said you were going to eat them and I warned you not to, but now, look at you!” 

　“Yes, I can see myself very well, Ryan.”

　Ryan’s expression later changed to confusion once he perceived an emphasis he thought was unnecessary in Shane’s response. God fucking knows why, he let his mind wander for a brief moment to recollect what Shane had previously said before making a connection to them with the word he just emphasized. Bits of his attention peeked into the reality when he heard a small wheeze coming from Shane and before Ryan would say anything, Shane said, 

　“Get it? I can? Pumpkin? I kin?”

　“Oh my fucking GOD,” Ryan internally screamed at the shitty joke and firmly placed his hands on his face. He rubbed his eyes in a furious manner, and did he dared himself to look at the other once more, only to notice Shane was ever so slowly creeping over at his direction. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, big guy,” Ryan said, narrowing his eyes, “What do you think you're doing? Just go back to bed and rest for the sake of myself and especially yours.”

　Ryan’s muscles slightly tensed when he heard a small amused snort from the older who was simply continuing to motion his way over, and he replied, “I’m moving closer to you, I don’t care.”

　Ryan would have tried to persuade him to rest, but Shane was doing, uh, whatever with his fucking dumb legs — one leg being raised up high in the air before placing them on the surface with the top of his toes and repeated the same movement with the other while he was approaching closer to him. “Fucking Hell—” It was already too much for Ryan and he burst out a laughter with the hard wheezes following right behind it. The ridiculousness of Shane rendered his mind to completely dismiss the previous event and focused more on his weird legs thing. He wheezed once again and a weight fell on his frame.

　A yelp fell forth from gaped mouth and his first instinct was to take his laptop away from his lap and placed them on the opposite side of where he was sitting. It was a good thing he did because, indeed, Shane doesn't give a shit at all while he was pressing his body dead against his, remotely crushing him. ‘May as well call you a fucking pine tree,’ thought Ryan with a huff. He was about to tell the other to get off of him, though something caught his full attention from just Shane resting on him and left his heart stuttering.

　The way Shane had his head on his shoulder with his nose gently against his neck, akin to petal lips against wounds, it was... comforting. Shane’s current posture was built with softness, and behind his presence was somehow able to pull his desire to just him. Just everything about this, it was exquisite, in a way. He didn't realize he had been observing him for so long until a light snoring pulled him out of his inner state ( though all of his concerns with the fear of catching the sickness disappeared ) and blinked. He wasn't surprised at how fast Shane fell asleep, but there was a big smile on his face.

　While Ryan wondered if the older actually wanted to rest with him without openly admitting it, he couldn't help but also think about Shane stating he was moving closer to him and didn't care. He never directly said what he didn't care about, so it was a poke to the brain. One thing that was tapping at the corner of his mind was how the sentence had something more with Shane planning to add something after it, yet he only ended it at the middle. Supposed, Ryan may never know now, would he?

　“I’m moving closer to you, I don’t care ( being with you makes me feel whole ).”

[sayonaralullaby-a]

OOF I THINK I GOT AN IDEA FOR A GLITCH!RYAN EDIT

[sayonaralullaby-a]

I'm currently working on an edit for the bfu60min thing, and can I get a uhhhhhhhhhh.......... Icarus!Shane and Solar Deity!Ryan????????????