Shyan Oneshots (smut + fluff)

tank tops aren't that tight - fluff

trans!ryan au

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i sighed, taking off the chest binder i had been wearing. i took some deep breaths and stretched.

my ribs and chest ached, but i couldn't keep the binder off for long--just a few more hours until i get home.

i looked at the bruise forming on my ribs. when did that get there?

"ryan?" i heard shane's voice call. i guess i've been in here longer than i thought.

"uh.. yea?" i responded.

"dude, you've been in here for like 10 minutes," shane knocked on the stall door.

"yeah, uh, i'll be out in a bit. go back to work."

"sure."

i waited until i heard a door shut to put my binder and shirt back on.

this binder was definitely too small-- but i don't have the money to buy a new one. it'll work, for now.

i opened the stall door and saw shane--still standing there.

"oh, i thought you left?" i said, glancing at him.

"i knew you wouldn't leave if you knew i was still here. what was taking you so long anyway?"

"just, uh, adjusting my shirt," i said, cursing myself for not having a better excuse.

shane didn't answer, instead staring at my left shoulder. "ryan, what's this?" he reached his hand out and tapped the grey binder strap on my shoulder.

my face got hot. "oh, just a tank top-"

"that's too tight, ry," he cut me off.

"can you come over after work? i'll tell you then." i REALLY did not feel like outing myself at work.

"yeah, sure."

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shane knocked on the door to my apartment.

"hey, ry," he said, as i opened the door to let him in.

"hi, shane." i knew i sounded emotionless, i was trying to hide the anxiety in my voice. we sat at my couch.

"so, what did you want to talk ab-"

i cut him off before i lost any remaining courage. "i'm trans, shane. i was wearing a binder. i still am, actually."

"ryan, please take it off. it's been well over 8 hours." shane did not seemed phased at me coming out as trans.

"shane-"

"yes, you're trans, i figured that out myself, ryan. please take off the binder before you hurt yourself."

"how did you know?" i asked, standing up.

"tank tops aren't that tight."

"oh." i walked towards my bathroom. "i'm gonna take it off, i guess."

"good, thank you ryan. i'm proud of you."

i grinned to myself. i haven't heard those words in a long time.