#shayan

[lilac-hecox]

Okay so I'm still thinking about Shayne and Ian getting drunk together. They shoot the shit and have a good time and one thing leads to another... I'll let you handle the rest.

Ian/Shayne - Shian - Glass

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“Hey man, thanks for coming over and hanging with me,” Ian says, tipping his bottle of beer towards Shayne in a mock cheering.

“Of course,” Shayne says in a grin, tipping his own matching bottle back, “that’s what friends are for, right?”

Ian huffs a laugh and for a second his eyes go far away, distant. Shayne regrets the choice of words, but he doesn’t say anything and just a handful of seconds later Ian’s eyes brighten again. It’s only been a few weeks since Anthony left Smosh and Ian’s been their de-facto leader outside of Defy working to make things seem normal, working too hard, their efforts making everything seem false. Ian hasn’t talked about it, at least not to Shayne, or Courtney, or any of the other cast members.

“You, okay?” Shayne asks instead of ignoring the silence that settles over them like a layer of dust.

Ian looks up and nods, but he holds Shayne’s gaze a beat too long before he looks into the amber glass of his beer bottle and shakes his head.

“Yeah, maybe. I don’t know.”

Then, he looks far away again, somewhere too far where Shayne can’t follow. Shayne is about to change the subject when Ian starts talking again.

“You ever feel like you don’t really know who you are?”

“I think everybody feels that way at some point.”

Ian shrugs, “Just, I thought I knew who I was. All these things I’ve been known for all my life, you know? Anthony’s best friend and co-founder of Smosh, and a comedian, and ‘the funny one’ but never the hot one, and never the leader but always the sidekick. All these years I’ve been defined by him and my friendship with him, and he has with me, and now he’s just…gone? He’s gone and I’m here and Smosh is here, but it’s not the same,” Ian says, his voice sad, more emotional than Shayne has ever heard it, “So, who the fuck am I now?”

“Hey,” Shayne says softly, setting his beer down next to him. The two of them are sitting on the carpeted floor of Ian’s living room because Ian had been showing Shayne his video game collection, and they had been drinking, and laughing, but now the room is quickly shifting into something else, something bigger and darker, and heavier, “You’re Ian Hecox. You’re a great dude. You are Smosh now.”

Ian shakes his head. “Smosh was never…I mean, he started the website, you know? I was just in the right place at the right time. Anthony was the one who made Smosh. Defy thinks you guys are doing great, by the way,” Ian adds, “I do too. Fans love you guys, especially you, Shayne.”

“Thanks,” Shayne says quietly. He squeezes Ian’s shoulder, aiming to comfort him.

Ian looks at him, then his hand, then meets his eyes and smiles.

“It is strange to feel haunted by someone that is still alive.”

Shayne nods. He wasn’t very close to Anthony, but he knows the history between Ian and the other man, the friendship, the bond, and he can see the impact Anthony’s departure has had on Ian.

“I’m sorry, Ian.”

Again, Ian shrugs. “Probably for the best…I guess. That’s what he said before he left.”

Shayne may not have known Anthony as well as Ian did, but right now he feels Anthony’s presence in every corner of the room, hanging over Ian like a shadow, a cloud that Ian can’t escape from.

Shayne squeezes Ian’s shoulder and again Ian smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.

“I know you’re not big on physical affection, but you want a hug?” Shayne offers.

Ian laughs, his face red from the alcohol and he shrugs.

“Why the fuck not.”

Then Shayne turns and pulls Ian into a hug, rubbing his hand along Ian’s spine. He feels Ian take a shuddery breath, and somehow Shayne’s other hand skates up to the back of Ian’s neck, holding on so he can pull back to see into Ian’s clear, blue eyes.

They look at each other for a moment, a long and quiet moment, and then Shayne isn’t sure who leans forward first, or who accepts it, but their mouths meet in a kiss. It’s innocent and kind of shitty, but Ian fists his hands in Shayne’s t-shirt and Shayne keeps kissing him.

Ian’s tongue is in his mouth, Shayne presses Ian down on to his back on to the carpeted floor. Ian can’t have time to overthink or be sad when Shayne’s kissing him breathlessly. It might be a mistake. They have been drinking and Ian’s in a vulnerable place, and he’s Shayne’s boss. Neither of them stops though. Neither of them is strong enough to say no.

[lyricsssdotin]

Kahaani 2020 Lyrics

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[jpopstreaming]

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[shayansaoshyant]

shayan saoshyant

[egobrazil]

Shayan entra em batalha judicial contra Deolane Bezerra

Depois de uma temporada caótica e recheada de polêmicas, agressividade e tudo mais que deixou o clima de Itapecerica da Serra com aquele ar pesado, as tretas de “A Fazenda 14” não terminaram ainda. Segundo informações da coluna de Gabriel Perline no IG, Shayan Haghbin entrou com uma ação de danos morais contra Deolane Bezerra por conta das falas aonde ela xinga ele de “Lixo”, “Macho escroto”,…

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

REBECCA FERGUSON photographed by Shayan Asgharnia for the LA Times (2024)

[othercat2]

Next day reblog!

molasses dark as pitch 13/?

molasses dark as pitch (45354 words) by OtherCat Chapters: 13/? Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Luò Bīnghé/Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Original Mòběi-jūn/Original Shàng Qīnghuá, Shàng Qīnghuá & Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Shā Huálíng & Shàng Qīnghuá, Mòběi-jūn & Original Luò Bīnghé, Original Luò Bīnghé/Original Luò Bīnghé's Harem Characters: Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Original Luò Bīnghé, Original Luò Bīnghé's Harem, Original Shàng Qīnghuá, Original Mòběi-jūn Additional Tags: Quadrant Confusion, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence-Quadrants, Borked Timeline is Borked, Caliginous Romance | Kismesis, Pale Romance | Moirallegiance, OtherCat took the Fanon and Ran Away With It, Secondary pairings to be added - Freeform, I have decided Sha Hualing is bad ass in a way that I personally find bad ass, Ning Yingying shall be a cinnamon roll who will punch you, Ashen Romance | Auspistice, MoShang - Freeform, Slow Burn Summary: Someone forgot to tell the incipient Emperor of Everything about the Demonic Birds and Bees. Now Sha Hualing has to explain this to her co-wives while keeping Junshang from killing his first pitch crush. Which yes Liu Mingyan would be a bad thing!

In which Sha Hualing mediates platonically and deals with a headache (the headache is Qiu Haitang)

Qiu Haitang is in a high dudgeon over Shen Qingqiu continuing to be among the living--and having been brought into the harem. Luo Binghe asks for advice and  Sha Hualing speaks to Shen Qingqiu, filling him in on various situations.

[molinaesque]

Walton Goggins by Shayan Asgharnia (2024)(x)

[shayandas]

But I've lived—thrived half my afternoons wondering whether mom would prepare my favourite dinner for the evening; put up with distances hoping it would make the brief meetings monumental; got through half my exams pondering about the things I would do the night after the last paper; fought extra hours expecting it would help me sleep better. Lord, I no longer wonder why 'tis so easy to give up when you've got nothing to hope for.

Shayan Das

[arutai]

Amanda Seyfried by Shayan Asgharnia

[lilac-hecox]

Shaymien at a fair/carnival? I just think it’d be cute to read about them going around playing carnival games, going on the rides and eating the classic fair foods together. It could just be them going as friends at first and then it sort of turns into a date? Up to you!

Shayne/Ian - Carnival

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"Point out which one you want," Shayne says, flexing his muscles in an overexaggerated way, "and I'll win it for you." He waggles his eyebrows at Ian.

Ian snorts out a laugh, he has a small fond smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His clear blue eyes scan the row of dumb, cheap, stuffed animal prizes strung across the top of the tent. He nods towards a weird looking elephant with huge floppy ears and a crooked trunk.

"That guy," Ian says.

Shayne smiles, slaps down a five dollar bill on the counter, and waits for the carnie to hand him three baseballs, the leather worn around his fingers from other people's countless attempts at the game.

"One elephant coming right up!" Shayne says, lining himself up with the metal bottles stacked in a triangular formation. Shayne knows these types of games are usually rigged, usually unwinnable, but he's also seen those videos that show you tips on beating the 'unbeatable' games.

Shayne lobs the first baseball and it is too far off to the right, missing the bottles entirely. Ian is quiet next to him, but Shayne can tell he wants to make a joke, that the only reason he isn't is to spare Shayne's feelings and the fact, that, you know, the two of them are on a date right now or whatever, and Ian Hecox has the tact to know not to rag on his date.

Shayne throws the second ball, right for the lower corner, that's the trick the pros all say, aim there and not the middle. The ball collides with the bottles and they fall away from each other as Shayne successfully topples the triangular formation.

He glances at Ian with a satisfied grin and Ian raises his eyebrows, smiles in amusement.

"Consider me impressed," Ian says.

The carnie is less than thrilled when he comes to ask Shayne what he wants for his prize. Shayne points to the weird little elephant toy.

"We want the elephant."

The carnie is back seconds later with the floppy eared, trunk too big, elephant that Ian had pointed out. He hands it off to Shayne, and Shayne holds it in the air triumphantly as he and Ian walk away from the tent and down the row of bright and noisy games, the barkers calling out from their own tents, beckoning them to try their games of chance.

Shayne stops a moment later, under the glow of the yellow hazy tent lights and offers up the elephant.

"Your elephant, sir," Shayne says.

Ian laughs. He isn't really the sentimental type, he has no real use for this dumb and ugly stuffed elephant, but he still takes it from Shayne, tucking it safely under his arm.

"Thanks Shayne, you're my hero or whatever," Ian says with a smirk, but his eyes seem to sparkle under the lights from the tent.

This date had been Shayne's idea. The LA carnival was not exactly Ian's ideal date, but Shayne had asked and by some miracle Ian had agreed and here they were. This was their third date. The first one had been something of a group date with other Smosh members, something where the lines had blurred between friendship and flirtation, something that led to the two of them staying in the restaurant long after everyone else had left and talking for what felt like hours, realizing that something was there between the two of them.

The second date was a long drive in one of Ian's fancy ass rich guy cars and then a picnic just off of a secluded hiking trail that Ian liked. Now this, the carnival on a Thursday night, Ian with his stuffed elephant and Shayne desperate to do anything to see Ian smile.

It was getting later, the sky a thick purple that would soon fade to black. They probably wouldn't stay too much longer, but there is one more thing Shayne would love to do with Ian, if Ian will oblige him.

Shayne reaches out and takes Ian's hand, causes Ian to look into his eyes.

"Can we ride the Ferris wheel together?" Shayne asks.

"God," Ian says with a laugh, "Alright, alright. I guess it isn't an authentic carnival experience without the Ferris wheel."

Shayne feels himself fall a little more, every day, like it is the easiest thing in the world for him now. Maybe all along he's always loved Ian and that love is shifting into something powerful, something strong.

The two of them walk to the Ferris wheel. Considering it is a Thursday night the line isn't too long. They stand shoulder-to-shoulder. There are couples in front and behind them, all waiting to ride the Ferris wheel.

"This was really nice," Ian says, "I'm having a good time with you."

The words from Ian mean a lot because he isn't one to be overly mushy, Shayne has learned this, has learned to read between the lines with Ian.

Shayne reaches between them and takes Ian's hand, squeezes it softly.

"I'm having the best time with you."

"And our son." Ian says, holding up the elephant.

"Wow, third date and we're already raising a kid together," Shayne jokes.

Before more can be said it is their turn, the carnies lining up their empty carriage. They sit together, pressed warmly next to each other. Shayne puts his arm around Ian's shoulder.

The wheel turns and begins leading them upwards, lifting them into the night sky. The two of them can see the lit neon carnival grounds, the bustle of people walking around, the light row of tents where Shayne had won the elephant.

Shadows and glittering lights cling to Ian, reflect in his glasses, making him look ethereal, a vision. Shayne's heart clenches in his chest. The hand on his shoulder brushes the back of Ian's neck, and Ian turns to look at him as they reach the peak of the Ferris wheel, stopped at the very top.

"Would it be cliche to kiss you right now?" Shayne whispers, as if speaking too loudly would break the moment.

Ian's eyes are soft, "Yeah, but do it anyway."

Shayne nods, leans in, and presses his lips to Ian's. Their first kiss. Ian tastes like overpriced lemonade and the sugary sweetness of a funnel cake. Ian's hand spreads open along Shayne's jaw as their lips move together softly.

--

Weeks later, when Shayne is coming over to Ian's for dinner and to watch some weird ass movie that Ian will not stop talking about, Shayne walks into the living room and spots it. The weirdo elephant that Shayne won for Ian that night at the carnival is tucked on to a shelf next to some books and other odds and ends. Shayne had expected Ian to toss it off the top of the Ferris wheel after their kiss, to give it away at the office, the last thing he expected was for Ian to designate a home for the weird little guy amongst his possessions.

The thought of it being there, of Ian wanting it there, it makes Shayne smile.

[wiihtigo]

megastar playlist with annotations

[thesoulerotic]

Shayan Asgharnia

[shayansaoshyant]

[lovelyy-moonlight]

Rebecca Ferguson photographed by Shayan Asgharnia for LA Times 2024.

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

Rebecca Ferguson photographed by Shayan Asgharnia for the LA Times ( 2024)