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co-workers, friends, or.. maybe even
something else entirely

it's another stay at a haunted location, this time the bellaire house
we just finished shooting, me and shane stood in the living room talking

"so about sleeping here tonight-" he started but i hastily replied trying not to think about how bad of a decision this is
"i'll do it if you will." i stated
"wooo! that's the spirit!!" shane stuck out his hand for a high five and i reluctantly gave him one

haha..
god i don't want to stay in a fucking demonic house but it's important i suppose.. plus i said i would and it would be embarrassing to back out now, besides i'm sure i'd never hear the end of it from shane

"mm also.." i was ready for him to say something stupid and i wasn't wrong to think such a thing..
"you still look scared, all the demon stuff is done and you still have that look in your eyes."shane spoke, a slight smirk spreading across his lips and a hand on his hip
"shut up shane." those words i said often but never really meant, obviously

"fine." he shrugged smugly
i didn't even think before replying
"wait no-." i didn't mean to say that out loud.. now i sound like i want him to continue annoying me, which totally isn't true
but what if.. no
he chuckled "you're too soft, bergara." the lanky man teased

i seriously hope he doesn't make fun of me for that later, but it wouldn't be a surprise knowing his strange love for teasing me
"fuck you shane." i muttered
"wowww, i can't believe you would say that to me." he faked a sad look, along with puppy dog eyes
suddenly he pinned me up against the wall, too close.. he's way too close right now, i can only pray he doesn't see how red i am right now

"but i know you don't mean it." he replied with a smirk, before letting me go
i hate when he does stuff like this
i bite my lip in attempt to not show how flustered that made me
wait no haha- flustered isn't the right word because that implies.. nope, not even gonna go there right now

"i wish we were allowed to drink on shoots more.." i mutter breaking the silence
"who says we can't?" shane replied with a wink
i sighed "come on you know they wouldn't let us do that-"
"who's says we have to tell anyone?" yeah right..
"what-? are you suggesting we sneak out like highschoolers?"
shane nods his head "sure, why not?"
i want to laugh from the absurdity of that, of course shane would suggest something so impulsive
"i'll pass." i laugh out
"awwwh, you're no fun." he giggled slightly

silence followed, not uncomfortable silence though
it was only broken by a creak from upstairs
"whatthefuckwasthat-" the fear jumbled all my words together
"house noises, obviously." shane patted me on the shoulder mockingly
"uh huh." i glare at him for the shoulder thing

another creak rang out, my eyes got wide
"you.. you heard that right?" i asked trying to sound brave but obviously spooked by the noise
"no, i didn't hear a thing!" shane stated jokingly
"seriously?" i jabbed him in the side
"you're so cute when you're upse-"

*thud* *shatter* a noise came from the kitchen
"okay, i don't think i'm going to get any sleep tonight.."
"well come on, let's go find out what it was."
"are you kidding me shane? i'm not going to figure out what that was-" but i was interrupted by him grabbing my arm with a smirk

i let out a sigh and let him walk me to the kitchen
shane always knew how to get me out of my comfort zone, i secretly really appreciate it but my pride could never handle admitting that
on the kitchen floor was a vile of holy water, smashed into pieces

"must have rolled off of the counter." he stated nonchalantly
"yeah it rolled off of the totally flat counter." i replied sarcastically
"what, do you really think a demon- or ghost even knocked that off the counter?" he laughed
"you never know." i shrugged
he just shook his head in disapproval but that smile of his never vanished
i focused on it, before realizing i was staring at his lips
i saw his eyes slightly widen and his eyebrow raise
did he.. oh god.

"what'cha looking at, bergara?" fuck he noticed
he ruffled his hair, i forced myself to look away feeling my face heat up
i mumbled curses under my breath and he just chuckled
"anyways-" i started
"i hate this fucking house." i let my thoughts escape momentarily
"yeah, it's certainly not pleasant."
i raised my eyebrow and a smile formed on my lips
"and not because it's 'haunted'." i bursted into laughter

"uh huh." i smiled at that
then i accidentally yawned, i guess i didn't notice how tired i had became
"awww am i boring you that much?" he teased
"mm shut up idiot." i replied rubbing my eyes
"why don't we get some sleep?"
i nodded in agreement, that sounds perfect right now after.. till i remembered i'm in a fucking haunted house supposedly containing demons

shane walked out of the kitchen and toward the stairs, i opened the door and walked outside to grab our sleeping bags from my trunk

i took the sleeping bags back in, they practically engulf me
i probably look like an idiot right now but at least shane isn't here to point that out.. even if i don't mind when he calls me a idiot whatsoever
i took the sleeping bags inside and walked up the creaky steps, they sounded like they could collapse under me at any second but i pushed that thought away

i don't need to overthink the safety of some stairs..
shane waited at the doorway, once he saw me he immediately bursted out in laughter
"you- you look like a walking blanket!" he covered his mouth while still laughing
even i couldn't help but laugh a bit at that comment
"here, let me help you." he grabbed one of the sleeping bags out of my arms
"thank you." i laughed
he smiled in response
"of course."
shane placed his sleeping bag on the floor, i put mine next to his instinctively but he didn't even bat an eye
it's not like we haven't laid that close to each other before..

shane yawned, i guess he was tired as well
i climbed into my sleeping bag, shane did the same
"goodnight shane." i looked over at him
"goodnight ryan." he looked back with a smile

i stood in the kitchen, i woke up randomly in the night and figured i'd chill downstairs on my phone so i don't wake ryan up
"psst." i heard a familiar whisper
"steven?" i whispered into the darkness
a figure formed in front of me, horns and a tail present
"in the flesh! uh.. well you get what i mean!"
"what the hell are you doing here?!" i whisper screamed
"obviously i wanted to see how you were doing, madej!" steven laughed
"okay but now really isn't the time.. you're going to wake ryan up!.."

i said his name like steven would already know
"ugh.. sorry i forgot i haven't even introduced you to him yet."
"oh wow, mr independent shane madej having a friend? how surprising." he joked

for some reason the hearing word 'friend' referring to ryan felt like a knife jab to the heart

"err well he's more a co-worker but we are friends."
"you have a job now?" steven inquired
"well yeah duh, why else would i be in this place?"
"i don't know, maybe you suddenly decided you love the aesthetic of houses that feel like they haven't been touched in 200 years??" steven laughed

"anyways tell me about this ryannn!"
"we should step outside first, quietly."
"and please hide your horns and tail, we don't want someone finding out there's a demon in town."
"or two.." steven smirked at that before retracting his tail and horns
i opened the door quietly, being sure to not make a sound
ryan doesn't need to know steven's here, and i know steven is prone to mentioning things on a whim

they stepped out into the chilly night
"jesus when did it get so cold.." i muttered, the wind hissing in my ears
steven shrugged "it's not that bad."
"yeah for you, you're used to the heat of hell."
"as if you weren't as well." steven teased him
"true.." i can't deny that, but it has been a while since i went back.. home.

"soooo.." steven started
"oh right, ryan!" i smiled at the thought of him but he quickly tried to hide it
"he's uh.. well human obviously but he's nice! terrified of the supernatural though!!" i couldn't hide my smile anymore, i admit i like talking about ryan.. for whatever reason..
"oh yeah? how'd you make that work." steven raised a eyebrow
"..haha about that.." i bit my lip anxiously
steven face palmed

"of course.. you've always been afraid of admitting that kind of stuff." steven's not wrong, but i kind of hate that
"even back in hell, with your rank and stuff."
"unlike you who always bragged about yours!" i smugly added
"hey-! it's not my fault if i'm powerful!" steven giggled, placing a hand on his hip
"oh shush you-" a sound from inside the house made me pause
i looked over at steven
"did we wake ryan up?" i asked despite knowing he had no idea either
"maybe." steven shrugged
"i'll let you figure that out though." steven winked and walked away
"no fair!!" i called after him

i woke up expecting to see shane by my side, only to see a empty sleeping bag
i rubbed my eyes but paused when i swore i heard voices outside
i got out of my sleeping bag as quietly as possible, walking to the stairs and tiptoeing down them
there no doubt about it, someones outside
one of the voices sounded like shane and the other.. i have no idea

for some reason that made me a bit upset, but maybe he's just talking to someone from the crew? i was doubtful but tried to accept that as the truth
after all, who else would be be talking to?
i walked up to the door, putting my ear up to it

am i seriously going to eavesdrop right now?.. yes

"oh yeah? how'd you make that work." the unknown voice spoke
i furrowed my brow in confusion, make what work?
"..haha about that.." a voice i identified as shane's replied
what were they talking about?..
"of course.. you've always been afraid of admitting that kind of stuff."
"even back in hell, with your rank and stuff."
w-what?
hell? is that some kind of joke?

"hey-! it's not my fault if i'm powerful!" the unknown voice giggled
i hate that, the fact he's laughing because of shane why do i hate that so much?
"oh shush you-" shane replied but mid sentence i hit my head on the door
i always used to do that when i was stressed, but i have no reason to be like that now so why..

"did we wake ryan up?" shane asked
i decided to just go back to bed after that, fuck this ans fuck shane and especially fuck whoever that man is
i quietly made my way back up the stairs into the room where our sleeping bags laid, climbing in mine hoping to forget about all of this

woooooo! first chapter done :D
i was bored and made this.. don't even ask atm!
but poor ryan and his jealousy :(

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it's morning, but i'm still tired
i remember last night, shane was outside talking to someone
that feeling of jealousy washed over me again, like a wave that was strong enough to drown me if i wasn't careful
i opened my eyes, the unfamiliar room greeted me along with the site of shane
he looks so peaceful when he's asleep..
i push that thought away, if i keep thinking about shane i think i might loose my mind more than i already have 

but once again my thoughts lead back to him, as always
that idiot.. that absolutely insane idiot
fuck you shane, for invading my thoughts like this
i bit my lip holding back a smile
it’s not like i hate thinking about him though
i shook away that thought,
i decided to scroll on instagram to pass time while i wait till shane gets up

mm, is it morning already?
i groggily sat up
the sun shines through the windows of this stupid house
i looked over to see ryan sitting on his sleeping bag, staring at his phone but he quickly looked towards me realized i was awake
"good morning." i said with a smile
"good morning sir." he replied with that warm smile, it melted me every time i saw it
"sleep well?" he asked
"like a baby." i smiled knowing how he would respond

"you're insane shane, i don't get how anyone could sleep well in a house like this." ryan spoke
"i'm just not a coward like you." i teased him, but i get his fear
"oh shut up." he stared daggers at me, but i knew he wasn’t really upset
"can't deny the truth, bergara." i said with a shrug
"oh i'm denying alright." he said in a mocking tone
i repressed a laugh, he's too adorable when he's upset

i rubbed my eyes, i have an idea for later but who knows if ryan will agree
ryan looked back at his phone, scrolling mindlessly on instagram
"i'm just happy we get to leave this place soon.." ryan muttered, eyes fixed on his phone
"what? you don't like the demon house?" i faked a sad expression while putting emphasis on the words demon house
"no shane, i don't like the demon house." he replied sarcastically

"well i do." i said resting a hand on my chin
"of course." he said dragging out the ‘of’
a floor board downstairs creaked
his expression changed to that of fear, unsurprisingly
"what the fuck was that?" ryan’s eyes widened
“a demon obviously!” i said with a smile, though his face twisted in fear and annoyance
i put a hand on his shoulder, both reassuringly and teasingly
“kidding, it’s probably just normal house noises.”
“probably.” he repeated what i said and shot a glare at me
“well i mean you never know!” i teased but he didn’t look so amused
“uh huh..” he muttered
i removed my hand from his shoulder, wouldn't want to push my luck or else he might kill
me
i laughed internally at the thought of that, i can’t even picture ryan fighting someone yet alone killing them
“by the way i had an idea for later, if you’re up for it.” i bit back a smile
he raised an eyebrow
“what is it now?”
“soo.. i found this bar nearby and i was wondering if we could go since we are done shooting,”
“after all you did bring up drinking yesterday.”
ryan let out a laugh
“seriously?”
“is that a yes?” i asked with a chuckle, staring at him intently waiting for his answer
after a short pause he shook his head with a smile
“fine.. but only since we have nothing better to do anyways.” he smiled
“woo!! hell yeah!” i cheered with a laugh

apparently i didn’t write more after this part so just take it as a time skip 😭😭 next chapter soon (i’m working on it i swear)
also no im not using notes even if they exist this is better (average wattpad user complaining bc i’m too used to in-chapter notes)
ty for reading 🫶🫶

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okay so tragic update
i currently cannot finish the next chapter, i write in my notes app and recently i lost my icloud account after my phone broke and i cannot get back into it atm 😭😭
trying to sort things out, i promise it will be published if i can get back into it tho
sorryyy 💔💔

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we walked into the random bar i found, i was already excited

i enjoy spending time with ryan, i can hope he feels the same way about me

“woooo!! let’s get fucked up!!” i cheered enthusiastically

“uh huh.. but first,”

“i’m gonna go see if they have a pool table so we can play.” he stated and i replied only with a smirk and a raise of my eyebrows

“you know i’ll beat you.” i said with a cocky tone but a smile curled my lips  

“oh don’t be so confident.” he winked before walking off

i felt my face heat up in response to his wink, game on bergara.

i pulled my phone out of the pocket of my jacket, noticing a few texts from steven i had apparently never noticed 

steven 👺👺:

“good morning”

“are you dead??”

“okay.. smh”

“i hope your little human didn’t kill you in your sleepppp”

“or maybe i do >:)”

i laughed at his comment about ryan killing me and quickly typed back a response 

“first off, how dare you.”

“second off no, unfortunately for you ryan hasn't killed me yet.”

“out drinking with him rn, maybe he will take his chance to since you said that”

“so obviously i’m blaming you if i do die”

i looked over at the bartender with a smile

"something dark, doesn't matter what."

“coming right up.” the bartender smiled and grabbed a glass, filling it with a carmel colored liquid

he slid it over to me and i began drinking a bit

..okay, maybe a little more then i thought

i checked the time, ryan’s been gone for a few minutes

did he get lost? this place isn’t that big but knowing him it seems possible

i walked towards the back of the bar, hopefully i’ll find him somewhere

i walked further into an area with pool tables, scanning the room for any site of ryan

i was happy when i finally spotted him, standing by a pool table

that was until i saw someone else with him.. ryan was talking with some girl and to make it worse, he looks happy 

some girl with curly hair, a bright smile and a cute white top and okay yeah she's pretty but still why did ryan have to be talking to her?  

i felt something i could only describe as familiarity when i had glanced at her, but i figured it was just my mind imagining things 

regardless i felt like running straight out of the bar in that moment, but i kept my composure and just walked away because i don’t care if ryan dates people, he’s my friend 

and i'm not jealous, why would i be? i mean sure ryan is handsome and funny, and i do want to spend all my time with him but it’s not like that right?  

plus i'm not even the jealous type whatsoever,  anyone who knows me would know that isn’t the case! in fact i'm happy, ryan found someone he likes

because i care about him, and i should support him in whoever he’s interested in

i walked back to the bar, i sat down where i was before and blankly stared at the table as thoughts ran through my head like a bullet train

i don't care, he's just my co-worker, this is good for him, i'm happy for him, this doesn't change anything shane why do you care?

and of course it got worse, just my luck 

he’s straight you should have known that and he’s never gave any hint that he wasn’t so it’s your fault you even assumed he was into guys let alone you!, not to mention he's your co-worker for gods sake! he is nothing more and you shouldn’t see him like that, maybe he found this girl on purpose to make sure you realized it!!—

i start to regret even offering to drink together at all, but i remembered how selfish that was and decided to ignore it

and.. oh my god is this how ryan feels when he says he overthinks? i felt pity rise in my chest 

i asked the bartender for more of what i had before and waited again for ryan to return so we could actually play pool together 

ryan came back shortly after, his smile was still beaming

i'm happy for him  i reminded myself 

“you started drinking without me?? wow some friend you are..” he teased but my brain had latched onto the word friend and taunted me with it, i forced myself to not think about it though 

“what!? you were taking too long!!” i laughed pretending like those stupid thoughts weren't still bothering me

“yeah sure, i was only gone for like.. 5 seconds!!” he said in defense “5 seconds?! it was more like 5 hours!” i replied with a amused scoff 

“oh come on, now you’re exaggerating!!” he giggled “anyways, did ya find any pool tables mr runaway?”

he shook his head at the nickname but swiftly replied “oh you bet i did, come on-“

he turned towards the area the pool tables were but i grabbed his arm to stop him

“hold on there mr, it wouldn’t be fair for you to play sober when i’m not.” i remarked

“..fair i suppose.” he muttered “of course it’s fair!! you’d be cheating otherwise.” 

“you'll beat me either way, remember?” he joked, jabbing my side teasingly before turning towards the bar again

“can i have uhhh.. bourbon and soda??” he stammered out and i looked at him resisting the urge to laugh

even the bartender looked confused but made his drink anyways, clearly that wasn’t an average drink order but to be fair ryan isn’t an average guy 

“what?? like d.b cooper??”

“it was the first thing i could think of, okay?” he laughed and i replied with a smile and a disapproving head shake 

the bartender slid the cup over, the ice rattled against the glass

ryan grabbed it in his left hand before grabbing my hand with his right “happy now?” he said sarcastically

i resisted the urge to let my eyes wander to his lips “sure.” i replied with a eye roll

but if there’s one thing i can’t resist, it’s bringing up that girl

“by the way, who’s the girl you were talking to?” i looked at him with a wink, hoping he couldn’t see through it 

he raised an eyebrow

“hey, how’d you know i was talking to someone!” ryan laughed

“i saw when you were coming back, anyways who is she?” i lied through my teeth 

“oh you know, just some girl.. think her name was sara?”

i studied his facial expression to see if i could tell if he was really into her but couldn’t tell  “she’s nice.” ryan shrugged

“i got her number too.” he grinned proudly and i rolled my eyes in response “of course you’d get a girls number before me.” i replied jokingly 

“since when have you been interested in any girls?” he said quickly realizing how wrong that sounded

“i mean like- like interested in relationships in general not that you’re like-“ he tried to backtrack but his face grew red with embarrassment 

“but uh- it would be fine if you were obviously-“ he tried to make it sound better but just put his head in his hands

i always found it endearing how whenever ryan said something poorly worded he would try to fix it but fail miserably every time 

“i’m sorry i made it sound even worse..” he laughed and i just placed a hand on his shoulder patting it softly

“don’t worry about it, i know what you meant.” i laughed it off, he smiled in response

little does he know, he wouldn’t have been wrong even if he meant it in the way it came out

“good.” he chuckled sounding relieved “anyways, pool?” he spoke, breaking the short moment of silence “you bet!!” i replied with a hint of challenge in my voice 

“hell yeah!” he pulled me towards the area with the pool tables

we played pool for god knows how long, stopping to get more drinks every once in a while to the point where we were totally wasted

“we need to call a uber..” ryan spoke with a exaggerated frown his speech slurred before hitting a ball into my side of the pool table

“right.. are we going to have to sleep in that fucking house again?” i complained readying my stick to make a perfect shot.. well as perfect as you can make while drunk

“ugh.. but we fly home tomorrow so that’s nice..” he added with a sad head shake

i managed to hit a few balls into his side

“so.. we are going to fly home with a hangover, and stay in that house. nice.” i spoke pausing to look up at him

“what’s your solution sir?” ryan asked sending another wave of balls rolling with his pool stick, and silently cursing under his breathe when only a few balls roll into a slot

“stay somewhere else??” i pouted “like where shane?” he rolled his eyes looking back up at me

“i don’t know, maybe a hotel?” i replied with a shrug but instantly regretted it since i knew how it sounded 

but instead of  question it he just paused and stared down at the pool table, apparently genuinely thinking about it

“fine with me.” he finally answered meeting my gaze and i was pleasantly surprised, i hadn’t managed to make it weird then “alright then, and don’t worry i’ll pay.” i smiled

“i’m paying you back then.” ryan added in a serious tone “what?? no! the fuck you aren’t!” i replied with no bite in my voice and he just rolled his eyes

“i’ll cash app you later.” he stated firmly and after a brief pause i replied reluctantly “fine..” realizing i couldn’t change his mind about it 

i pull out my phone and open the uber app requesting a ride to the closest hotel i could find, which wasn’t far at all at least 

“uber should be here soon so we should probably go outside to wait.” i told ryan who was staring off into space, probably thinking about something

i wonder what

“hm- oh alright.” he looked up

i grabbed onto his arm without thinking and lead him towards the main part of the bar

“i’m not that drunk you know.” ryan spoke looking up at me while we walked

i was about to question what he meant til i realized he was talking about me holding on to his arm

“oh- fuck sorry.” i let go quickly turning my attention to the approaching door, he couldn’t tell that i wasn’t doing it because i thought he was too drunk.. 

“i didn’t mind.. just that you’re probably more the one who needs to be lead out of here.” ryan said the first part so quietly i wasn’t sure if i was meant to hear it, but i did

i reached out to open the bar door but he got to it first “you’re paying so i should be opening the doors for you.” he spoke stoically, like he was pleased with himself for being so polite

“i thought you said you’d cashapp me back anyways?” i smirked raising an eyebrow but he shot me a look before quickly muttering a ‘shut up shane’

he held open the door for me regardless, i stepped out into the slightly chilly night

the uber pulled up seconds after and we both got in

(i give up on writing this one part, forgive me okay just mini timeskip to the hotel okarrr)

by the time we had arrived, ryan was holding onto me to help me keep my balance and helped ask for a room from the receptionist

“can we have a room for two?” i pulled out my wallet and he shot me a glance

“what? am i not allowed to pay?” i frowned and he replied sternly “no, not when you are drunk.”

“but you are just as drunk as i a-.” he cut me off by pulling his own wallet out

the receptionist gave him a look that told us something was wrong

“so.. we have a room available but it only has one bed.”

“oh.” he gave me a concerned look as if to ask if that was okay and honestly i didn’t care whatsoever, if it was too weird for him i’d just sleep on the floor or something

“it’s fine ryan.” he let out a sigh of relief and paid for the room and handed me a keycard so we could both have one

we headed to our room which was on the first floor luckily, ryan looked tired and honestly i was quite exhausted myself

he still looked worried though

“i can sleep on the floor or something you know, i’m fine with it.” now he looked amused, adora- “shane are you kidding me? no, i’m not letting you sleep on the hotel floor.” of course, how could i forget that ryan is too caring to do that? i laughed “then what do you suppose we do?” i questioned

“uh.. good question.” he murmured

“well we have slept close to each on shoots before, this isn’t too different from that.” expect from the fact we aren’t sober and are alone in a hotel room 

“fair, then i’m okay with it if you are.” i replied and he nodded but i could swear there was a crimson blush creeping up his cheeks

we climbed into bed together but kept our distance, did i secretly hate that? maybe, but i’m not going to show it

“goodnight ryan.” i mumbled

“goodnight shane.” he replied