#student!shane

Spill that tea Ry

Ryan calls bullshit. How Shane had gotten a weekly instalment in class to stand up and sprout some shit about talking hotdogs, he cannot fathom. At this point, he’s not even sure if there’s fucking hotdogs in it anymore or just weird blue creatures and lesbian corns. As much as he loves his boyfriend, he cannot stand his stupid creation and feels as though he’s losing his mind just by listening to it. Once Shane starts crediting Ryan at the beginning of every instalment, it’s impossible for him to stay quiet.

I changed my bitmoji on snap and I feel like a whole ass new bitch

Before school had even started, Ryan had heard the chatter. Apparently Shane had had a growth spurt, one that hit hard and sent him about a foot and a half higher. Everyone seems afraid of him, as if his height is going to stop the dorky things from coming out his mouth. Ryan’s excited about this new height prospect.

He waits at the entrance of the school with his friends, claiming he wants ‘chill’ when really he just wants a glimpse of this new manmade ‘monster’. Holy fuck, had it been worth the ridicule. Shane’s strides are long and fast as he approaches Ryan, and the smaller man’s neck almost hurts from having to look up. Shane had most certainly had a growth spurt.

He stood obnoxiously tall compared to his classmates, all lanky limbs and nervous giggles. “Hey, little guy.” Ryan has half a mind to kick Shane in the throat (not that he would ever reach it) but he can’t even stomach an insult back. While Shane’s body had worked in wonderful ways, Ryan’s was very much against him. He’s half hard and totally in awe, staring up at Shane.

Daddy!ryan is a thing that makes my eyes wet and my vagina wetter… PEACE

After the initial embarrassment of having a student flirt with him, Ryan learns he has no self-control. Any normal professor would report it or at the very least ignore it, and what does Ryan go and do? He makes it into a subtle little competition, god fucking dammit. He does little things to try mess with Shane in a way that’s not obvious to other people, like wearing dress shirts that are extra tight around his chest and arms. He makes sure to flex harder when he’s writing on the board and even lifts his arms so his back peeks out a little.

Shane sees his tactics and bites back just as hard, constantly asking questions that have innuendos within them. Ryan decides that if his student is going to be such a brat, then he’s going to go the extra mile. Shane puts his hand up and Ryan ensures that he leans over the boy’s shoulder to see his screen. His firm chest is pressed against Shane’s back as he nods his head and strategically places his arms either side of Shane to reach the keyboard.

Thanks baby!

Dear fucking God, Shane is pissed. And not the angry type either- the ‘can-barely-walk-straight’ drunk type. Ha, ironic ‘cause nothing about Shane seems to be straight these days. It’s just, assignments are hard and why pass school when you can get black out drunk? Oh, and not to mention Shane’s got a problem. One that walks and talks and happens to teach him in classes. As Shane stumbles through the street he wonders if it’s legally okay for a professor to be that young, or that goddamn hot. It’s like the world hates him because either Shane is hallucinating or that very professor is walking towards him right now.