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Title: if you go down in the woods today
Author:dreamersdare, kat_lair, pushkin666
Fandom: Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher Entertainment RPF
Pairing: Ryan/Shane (implied, mostly in our heads)
Tags: Ficlet, Round Robin, Slash Goggles, Gen or Pre-Slash
Rating: G
Word count: 738
Summary: Ryan and Shane can be sure of a big surprise.
Author notes: We had a threeway fandom date and, in time-honoured tradition, wrote some round robins. If you can guess who wrote which part you will win... uhh, bragging rights?
if you go down in the woods today on AO3
“We’re going to break our necks and it’s going to be your fault,” Ryan says, carefully picking his way, all but sliding a sneaker along the ground in front of him in fear of roots or rocks determined to trip him up.
“It’s a well-maintained path,” Shane counters, though he’s not exactly jogging along either. “The lookout point is just around the corner, and I want to give our eyes time to adjust.”
Ryan grips the torch in his hand instead of answering. It’s switched off, because Shane had wanted them that way and Ryan had bitched about it and then done what Shane wanted, just like always.
“C’mon,” Shane says. “Not long now.”
Ryan is both relieved and annoyed to find out that Shane is right, and his eyes are adjusting to the lack of light. It’s definitely nighttime but it’s nowhere near pitch black. The sky is clear, the half moon looming on the horizon, and Ryan is starting to make out the outline of trees around them, the sign pointing out to the lookout spot, and Shane, just a few steps ahead.
Which is why he doesn’t run right into his back when he stops suddenly.
Ryan yelps in surprise and then covers his mouth with his hand, not wanting to make any more noise than is necessary right now. Not only is it dark, but every sound around them is magnified, which is why he’s a little disturbed at the way Shane’s breathing has quickened.
He knows his friend well enough to know that it means Shane is unsettled and nervous, maybe even scared, but Ryan has only ever seen Shane scared once before and that was an experience – an encounter that he really doesn’t want to be thinking about right now. Shane is not the scaredy cat of the two of them – that title belongs to Ryan – but from the stillness of Shane’s body and his harsh breathing Ryan knows that something is wrong.
Without saying anything, he slowly reaches out and touches Shane’s back, disturbed yet again at the way Shane tenses up at the contact. There’s a sound to the right of them, and then to the left, and every hair on the back of Ryan’s neck stands up. His instinct is to run, but he has no idea why he feels that way. He steps closer to Shane until he’s almost pressed up against him, his hand wrapped tight in the soft flannel of Shane’s shirt.
This close, with no space left between them, Ryan can feel the heat bleeding from Shane’s back and he’s acutely aware of the tension holding him rigid at Ryan’s front in a direct contradiction to his usual relaxed slouch, a fine tremor running through him in anticipation of… what? He’s tall enough that Ryan can’t see clearly past him now that he’s pressed in so tight, and the thought of pushing past, to put himself in front of the unknown danger has his heart fluttering in a dizzying, anxious staccato. He twists his fingers until the flannel of Shane’s shirt bites into them with grounding cruelty.
“Shane?” he whispers. “What’s going on?”
“Ryan,” Shane says, low and eerily calm, and Ryan’s pulse spikes into a rapid-fire hammering that’s almost enough to drown out what Shane says next. “I don’t want to alarm you, but we seem to have some unexpected company. When I tell you, I need you to back away slowly until I tell you to stop. Whatever you do, do not run, under any circumstances. Okay, buddy?”
“What is it?”
There’s a sharp crack somewhere ahead of them, like a too-large foot coming down on a strategically placed branch and Shane hums a little in lieu of an answer, lifting his hands to make quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. Ryan’s breathing sputters too-loud as his brain short-circuits. Shane is, wait, what-?
“What are you-?”
“Now, Ryan, back up slowly,” Shane cuts across his escalating screech fast and low and doesn’t wait for an answer. He steps forward, one slow careful pace, raising his arms and holding his shirt out to the sides, like some knock-off Batman. Ryan gapes, his mouth dropping open as his thoughts buzz to static, and he stares at Shane uncomprehendingly, and Shane takes a deep breath, opens his mouth and yells, loud enough to echo around the open expanse around them.
“Hey, bear! It’s me, ya boy!”
***
Title: if you go down in the woods today
Author:
dreamersdare, kat_lair, pushkin666 Fandom: Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher Entertainment RPF
Pairing: Ryan/Shane (implied, mostly in our heads)
Tags: Ficlet, Round Robin, Slash Goggles, Gen or Pre-Slash
Rating: G
Word count: 738
Summary: Ryan and Shane can be sure of a big surprise.
Author notes: We had a threeway fandom date and, in time-honoured tradition, wrote some round robins. If you can guess who wrote which part you will win... uhh, bragging rights?
if you go down in the woods today on AO3
“We’re going to break our necks and it’s going to be your fault,” Ryan says, carefully picking his way, all but sliding a sneaker along the ground in front of him in fear of roots or rocks determined to trip him up.
“It’s a well-maintained path,” Shane counters, though he’s not exactly jogging along either. “The lookout point is just around the corner, and I want to give our eyes time to adjust.”
Ryan grips the torch in his hand instead of answering. It’s switched off, because Shane had wanted them that way and Ryan had bitched about it and then done what Shane wanted, just like always.
“C’mon,” Shane says. “Not long now.”
Ryan is both relieved and annoyed to find out that Shane is right, and his eyes are adjusting to the lack of light. It’s definitely nighttime but it’s nowhere near pitch black. The sky is clear, the half moon looming on the horizon, and Ryan is starting to make out the outline of trees around them, the sign pointing out to the lookout spot, and Shane, just a few steps ahead.
Which is why he doesn’t run right into his back when he stops suddenly.
Ryan yelps in surprise and then covers his mouth with his hand, not wanting to make any more noise than is necessary right now. Not only is it dark, but every sound around them is magnified, which is why he’s a little disturbed at the way Shane’s breathing has quickened.
He knows his friend well enough to know that it means Shane is unsettled and nervous, maybe even scared, but Ryan has only ever seen Shane scared once before and that was an experience – an encounter that he really doesn’t want to be thinking about right now. Shane is not the scaredy cat of the two of them – that title belongs to Ryan – but from the stillness of Shane’s body and his harsh breathing Ryan knows that something is wrong.
Without saying anything, he slowly reaches out and touches Shane’s back, disturbed yet again at the way Shane tenses up at the contact. There’s a sound to the right of them, and then to the left, and every hair on the back of Ryan’s neck stands up. His instinct is to run, but he has no idea why he feels that way. He steps closer to Shane until he’s almost pressed up against him, his hand wrapped tight in the soft flannel of Shane’s shirt.
This close, with no space left between them, Ryan can feel the heat bleeding from Shane’s back and he’s acutely aware of the tension holding him rigid at Ryan’s front in a direct contradiction to his usual relaxed slouch, a fine tremor running through him in anticipation of… what? He’s tall enough that Ryan can’t see clearly past him now that he’s pressed in so tight, and the thought of pushing past, to put himself in front of the unknown danger has his heart fluttering in a dizzying, anxious staccato. He twists his fingers until the flannel of Shane’s shirt bites into them with grounding cruelty.
“Shane?” he whispers. “What’s going on?”
“Ryan,” Shane says, low and eerily calm, and Ryan’s pulse spikes into a rapid-fire hammering that’s almost enough to drown out what Shane says next. “I don’t want to alarm you, but we seem to have some unexpected company. When I tell you, I need you to back away slowly until I tell you to stop. Whatever you do, do not run, under any circumstances. Okay, buddy?”
“What is it?”
There’s a sharp crack somewhere ahead of them, like a too-large foot coming down on a strategically placed branch and Shane hums a little in lieu of an answer, lifting his hands to make quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. Ryan’s breathing sputters too-loud as his brain short-circuits. Shane is, wait, what-?
“What are you-?”
“Now, Ryan, back up slowly,” Shane cuts across his escalating screech fast and low and doesn’t wait for an answer. He steps forward, one slow careful pace, raising his arms and holding his shirt out to the sides, like some knock-off Batman. Ryan gapes, his mouth dropping open as his thoughts buzz to static, and he stares at Shane uncomprehendingly, and Shane takes a deep breath, opens his mouth and yells, loud enough to echo around the open expanse around them.
“Hey, bear! It’s me, ya boy!”
***