#shayne

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"wholesome stories only w/ thomas sanders"

"...today is the day they will visit him after they're out of work/school. i think i'll visit him the next day and tell him about this post, tell him that other people knew he existed and that he did an amazing job." shayne continued on with the post, reading the op's sign off before lifting his head and turning to his friends on the couch.

today was another filming day for 'smosh reads reddit' and happened to be about wholesome posts, featuring thomas sanders. you sat behind the cameras, comfortable with your position as a crew member for this specific video, knowing that these types of stories often brought you to tears.

you had been the one to filter through the reddit stories that other producers had provided, making sure that the stories weren't too sad, but that they also weren't too 'neck beard'. and you had done well for the most part, making sure to line up sad stories with ones that were funny and just generally sprinkle the vibes so that they weren't too condensed. but today had just not been your day.

it took about an hour of filming before the day had finally got to you. when shayne started getting to the end of the post about siblings, you lost it.

shayne continued to read, "...and when i passed my brother's door, i heard him crying in his room. i knocked on his door and went inside, and the moment he saw me, he wiped away his tears and smiled. He asked if i was alright. i didn't feel the need to answer. i just hugged him..."

small tears had been silently running down your cheeks, no sniffles coming from you yet. courtney, one of your two fiances, was sat beside you in her own director's chair, and had been the only one to notice the tears. they had started to slowly wrap an arm around you and rub your sides comfortingly, kissing your shoulder, not caring about the lipstick stain that would be left.

angela and thomas had clearly been moved by the story, thomas' lips starting to pull down and angels's eyes filling with empathy.

as the post came to an end, shayne glanced over at the opposite side of the room where he knew his two partners were seated. seeing you in need of comfort, set off shayne, he needed to make sure you and courtney would be alright.

"...he wants to be ours, so i want to be his. thank you for reading," shayne stopped, eyes drifting towards his fiances and making a clear pause in his speech and actions so that the editors wouldn't be too upset as he continued with, "damn, uh look can we cut real quick?"

shayne was standing up and placing the ipad he read from on to his chair, before anyone could say something. at this point, you had been sniffling some and courtney had placed her head on your shoulder, replacing the arm wrapped around you, with a small squeeze from your now-linked fingers.

angela and thomas had turned backwards, angela making a cooing sound at the scene of you crying, sniffling quietly between laughs as shayne came over to pull you into a hug, placing a kiss on your head, before walking back over to his chair, not a word shared between you two.

"babe, it's alright," courney's eyebrows pulled together and she smiled, looking towards you.

you had stopped crying (your eyes were puffy and your cheeks were red) and started to choke out, "i'm okay guys! i was just sad."

there were a couple laughs from your partners and friends, some 'aww-ing' and some 'ooo-ing', and quickly the video was back on track.

"uuh yeah so lets just cut that," emily rose's voice came from the other side of the set, "and lets just pick up with the comments"

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