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slashsleuth · 19 days
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shyan + text memes [1/?]
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sorry, not sorry I think text memes are still fun. my last version was all bfu, so I wanted to make some more recent watcher edits
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boobgara · 2 years
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Ghost Files Boston Photo Dump
(From Watcher's Patreon)
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velvvetcat09 · 6 months
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the demon and his ghost
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brett-is-afraid · 1 year
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Shane: Maybe the horrors would be less daunting if we were holding hands. Ryan: With each other or with the horrors? Shane: I have two hands.
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celestialvexation · 3 months
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↳ ship ( rpf ): shyan to the song "dancing in the moonlight" by king harvest
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sequencefairy · 3 days
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do you have the extra scratch to bleach your pretty little asshole?
[ now available on ao3 ]
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It's the second time that Shane goes blond that really does Ryan in. He'd been affected the first time, but who hadn't been? What a change! His friend, usually so conservative about his appearance even with the wild shirts and strange colour combinations, making such a change? Not something Ryan would have anticipated at all.
And then. And then Shane did it again. Went to the salon, asked for and received a colour treatment and Ryan just--well. He's lost the plot. He's not to be blamed for any of what happened after that, he's not. He can't be. Anyone would have done the same when faced with Shane and his blond hair and the attitude adjustment it came with.
So. Anyway. Not his fault, is what Ryan means. Definitely the ammonia fumes in Shane's hair colouring. Or something. Ryan doesn't know.
He should really stop thinking about this here, where he is balls deep in the hot clutch of Shane's body, his bare hand pressed against Shane's bare spine while Shane writhes under him, asking without asking for Ryan to move, to do something, to do anything. Ryan's not moving. He's already told Shane he won't. This is a non-negotiable part of the scene. Shane's gotta ask for it. He's gotta look back over his shoulders, pretty eyes wide, eyelashes clumped together, and open his mouth and ask for what he wants.
That's the deal.
Shane shifts and Ryan presses in, like he's not already all the way sheathed. The air goes out of Shane's lungs in a high wheeze, but he's nodding into the pillow so Ryan leans down further, covering Shane with his body, so he can put his mouth right next to Shane's ear.
"You want it, baby?" Ryan husks. "You know how to get it. You know all you gotta do is just tell me what you want. I can wait here all day, Shaney-boy, you and I both know it--"
Shane whines and squeezes his eyes shut tight. He clenches around Ryan, his body a ripple of sensation that makes Ryan have to bite his own lip and breathe through.
"Ry--" Shane starts, and stops.
"Come on," Ryan cajoles, sing song, "or I'll think you're holding out on me. Is that what you're doing? Getting off on the denial? Think you can come just like this? Keeping my dick warm in your pretty little asshole?"
Shane mutters something under his breath, but he hisses as Ryan shifts his knees. "Please," Shane says, finally, and it sounds like he's dragged it out from the soles of his feet. "Ryan--Da--" Shane stops himself and Ryan grins, wolfish.
"Who's gonna take care of you, baby?" Ryan asks. "Who makes sure you have the money for your hair appointments?" Ryan runs his hand down Shane's flank. Shane squirms both into and way from the touch. "Who gives you that extra scratch to keep your pretty little asshole bleached?"
Shane groans. "Fuck. Please, Ryan--fucking move, daddy, I need it."
"Good boy," Ryan says, leaning up and back and before snapping his hips. "Come on your daddy's cock, Shane."
And Shane does. Almost immediately.
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waywardmillennial · 2 years
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what do y'all edit out of the episodes please I'm begging
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Hi, are there any fics where the boys, preferably Ryan, is psychic?
hello! we sourced a few of these for you:
you and me and the ghosts make three by varnes | Series, 2 Works (16K), Complete
Keeping Out the Cold by blacktofade | E, 28K, Complete
After a strange ghostly encounter, Ryan and Shane begin sharing visions via a telepathic bond. AKA: the In Your Eyes AU that no one asked for.
I’m The One (With a Healthy Dose of Disillusion) by Ourladyofresurrection | G, 3K, Complete
"I'm a psychic," Ryan blurted out, his brown eyes shining brightly up at Shane. Shane just about choked on his own saliva, "What?" ~ Ryan’s a psychic. Shane is a tired detective trying to solve the first murder in 50 years in his small town just inside of Schaumburg. Shane thinks Ryan is bullshitting him. Ryan thinks Shane is an asshole...also, he might be crushing on the skeptic, but that’s besides the point. (Psych! AU.)
Let Me In by orphan_account | M, 4K, Complete
Shane uncovers 'supernatural' hoaxes for a living, and Ryan performs at a circus as a fortune teller and mindreader. Shane refuses to believe even as Ryan knocks down each of his theories, one by one. In the end, the truth as Shane wants it may not be the most important thing.
From Hell, With Love by snapdragonpop007 | T, 4K, Complete
Shane Madej is a demon, and Ryan Bergara is a psychic medium. These are facts. Ryan knows one of these facts, and Shane knows both of them.
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Shippers & Readers, we're at it again
Ever wonder about the fics that don’t make it through the final round of voting for the bi-weekly read in the book club? You’re in luck!
The book club is structured so that we solicit nominations from our members, either based on a theme or a trope or simply a request for their favorites, and develop a list of ten nominations, which are then narrowed down to a top three. The top three fics end up in our weekend vote and the winner of that vote becomes our book club fic for that week.
This week was us overlooking the broad landscape of the middle of March where once upon a time, many of us looked forward to a little reprieve within the scope of Spring Break and all the fun times it entails. The request to our members was a return to a theme that once gave us a really fun banger of a read. Drunk in Love. We wanted shyan tipsy and confessing. Of our titles with this theme, we had two runners-up and we just want to highlight them.
Three Many Spirits - fullofbees
Please drink responsibly.
Bad Ideas - Fraudgara
Shane’s fingers curled tighter so he would stop shaking. Ryan pulled away, drew back slowly, and pushed Shane’s hands back, off his hips gently. “Baaaad idea,” he mumbled, licking his lips and shutting his eyes as he extricated himself. “This is a bad idea.” Ryan didn’t get it, and Shane was left behind in a moment, trying to figure out in a drunken stupor, how best to tell Ryan that those were the ideas Shane liked the most.
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byerye · 2 years
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shane simultaneously scaring the shit out of ryan and being his comfort ♡
(via ‘3 Horrifying Cases of Ghosts And Demons’ on YouTube)
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slashsleuth · 2 months
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he's ogling something alright
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boobgara · 2 years
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thehauntedinfirmary · 4 months
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Fic Rec Friday Edition 24
Welcome to Fic Rec Friday! We're in the mood for some longfics for this cozy December evening, so settle in and read along!
Hell for the Holidays by ma_malice Complete | 23k words
“There will be no sacrifice,” Shane said for the third time since they’d landed in Illinois. “Not so much as a chicken. Stop being weird.” Shane takes Ryan home for the holidays. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
Santa Daddies by drunkkenobi Complete | 3k words
“I really think we should just tell her,” Shane argued. “Kids find out anyway, might as well have our girl be ahead of the class.” “Shane, she’s three!” Ryan shot back. “All kids should believe in Santa at three!” Or: Ryan and Shane vs The Santa Problem
The Young and the Hopeless by mccxxvi Complete | 54k words
He lifted the towel to wipe his small mirror, when he saw it. There was writing on the mirror, a single word wiped into the condensation, written with a finger, a set of tidy, straight letters. Alexander. Ryan almost screamed. The ghost wanted Ryan to find his murderer and bring him to the light. Alexander must have been whoever murdered him. Ryan sighed, resigned to be the detective responsible for it. “Fine, I’ll find this Alexander you want. But I don’t know what to do afterwards,” he said to his empty room. A 1960s Professor!Shane/PhDstudent!Ryan gothic novel flavored AU fic, because i know a market gap when i see one.
A Ghoul's Guide to Life, Death & Afterliving by MercurySkies Complete | 70k 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.'
The Last Days Of The Bergara Gang by PhyllisDietrichson Complete | 41k words
“Plus,” and he smiles with all of his white teeth, “if we’d left you there much longer to cardsharp that crew, likely your night would have ended with a knife to the throat.” He reaches out as if to graze his fingers over Shane’s clavicle, then remembers himself at the last minute. His hand hovers in the air. “And what a shame it would be, to mar that throat.” “Do you—what do you want, Bergara?” Shane stammers out. He winces at the waver in his voice. “You,” he responds, his eyes sweeping up to meet him with a gaze that pierces Shane between the ribs.
hey boy, take a look at me by weakspots Complete | 18k words
Ryan is 27, for Christ’s sake, and he’s not exactly hideous, so there’s really no reason to spend his money on a dude — a dude — whose face he’ll never see but whose livestreams he’s been jerking off to for roughly 4 months now. He should be going out and partying and fucking random chicks. Or a guy, whatever, just to get it out of his system and confirm to himself that he really is 100% straight. Because he is. This is morbid curiosity, if anything.
Whatever The Opposite Of Lesbian Sheep Syndrome Is by orphan_account Complete | 9k words
Shane was the one who kissed, not the one who was kissed. Shane was the one who did the holding, not the one who was held, and that was fine.
made it so far in time by addandsubtract Complete | 12k words
“I’m, uh. I’m pretty sure the you I’m friends with is older,” Ryan says, and then winces.
use somebody by bodhirookes Complete | 10k words
“You’re the most obnoxious person I’ve ever met,” Shane says over the sound of Ryan’s workout noises, which are equal parts distracting and hideous. “Why can’t you just be a lazy asshole like the rest of us?” “I have a figure and reputation to maintain,” Ryan grits out, not even pausing to look at him. “Can’t be a big, bad ghost hunter without my guns.” Or, Shane has a thing for Ryan's muscles and Ryan has a thing for Shane having a thing.
a child's answer by deerie Complete | 2k words
“You know, it’s kind of sad about the Queen Mary,” Ryan says as they make their way to the mess hall. “That’s where I saw a ghost for the first time.” Shane stares at him incredulously. Ryan can tell that he wants to say something, but is refraining. He’ll have to find the video of the tube of toothpaste being knocked off the counter as proof to show Shane. Ryan remembers the panic he felt in that moment: the revelation that something existed outside of the realm of what he understood. It’s the same feeling that he had when the Kaiju first appeared, thrashing and tearing and ripping buildings and bridges to shreds.
A Symptom of Time by fightingfuries WIP | 12k words
"Sure," Shane says easily like he doesn't believe Ryan for a second. "You're living out the plot of the 1993 Bill Murray vehicle Groundhog Day. Now where does the kissing factor in, exactly?" "You were all like 'I'm Shane, I don't believe in magic but you should find a tall brunette to kiss.’" Shane laughs again, helplessly. "I'm the tall brunette? I obviously meant Andie McDowell." He catches himself. "If I had said that, which I didn't, because time loops aren't real."
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kamwashere · 1 year
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enough disillusioned, snarky, no-nonsense cc tinsley. i need more tinsworth fics where he acts like benoit blanc but in the 1940s
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themouthking · 9 months
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Smoke and Mirrors is a completed work.
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My cowriter @tripwirealarm, a human who is not myself, and I would like to say thank you to those who've been following along and leaving comments along the way. We hope you enjoy the last chapter!
I'll speak for myself and say, it's really been meaningful for me to see folks sharing about what this story means to them. In the end, we wrote this for us, because it was what we wanted to read, but I'm glad to see it was something y'all wanted to read, too.
Without further a-boo, read chapter 14 HERE.
Or go back to the start with chapter 1 HERE.
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sequencefairy · 8 months
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Every day I am attacked in the best way.
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