Stuffsit Reveals! AKA OMG I WROTE A PANIC FIC
So the Author reveals for bandomstuffsit have gone up!
The person who wrote my most excellent gift The Things Frank Plays is s0ckpupp3t who is someone I'm not very familiar with so YAY now I get to go and backread lots of wonderful things! She did such a great job of filling the fic with things I love, I'm going to be devouring her masterlist with gusto.
...and apparently it wasn't at all obvious FROM SPACE which one I wrote:
The One Where Ryan Ross Thinks He Knows Everything - always-a-girl!Spencer/Ryan/Brendon, NC-17 - Original Post
YES. I WROTE PANIC. Not only did I write Panic, I wrote bb!OT3 high school Panic fic with always-a-girl!Spencer. Because apparently when I decide to write outside my comfort zone, I go WAY OUT of my comfort zone.
(Wow, I should really not be allowed to title my own fics. Ever.)
I'm not gonna lie, writing this was HARD. I maybe freaked out a little when I got my assignment because I'd only written one of takkatakkatakka's preferred pairings before, and while she DID specify she was okay with Pete/Mikey, most of her other preferences were Panic and she REALLY likes threesomes and I REALLY like threesomes and I really REALLY wanted to write her a threesome. I was like - it's cool! I can write Panic! It'll be fun! ////o\\\\ It wasn't QUITE as much fun as I thought. I think I freaked myself out with the idea of writing unfamiliar characters which just made it harder. And then you add in the writing from a female POV, which is also unusual for me I guess I just... challenged myself.
I was so SO lucky when beta time rolled around because I had romanticalgirl to tell me the sex didn't suck, mizubyte to yell at me about my grammar and she find me two Panic saviours in the forms of aerynvala and psuedo_catalyst who read it from a Panic perspective and gave me some REALLY helpful comments. ♥ ♥ ♥
Also, the BB OT3 high school AU was my SECOND attempt at writing this fic. My first attempt was going to be always-a-girl!Spencer/Ryan/Brendon established relationship fic where Ryan fucks up his flight on Christmas Eve and instead of having their first Christmas in LA like they planned, Brendon and Spencer have to road trip to Salt Lake City to find him and they have their first Christmas together in a hotel room at a random Holiday Inn. With sex. Punishing Ryan for missing his flight sex. Of course I got one scene into that fic before it all petered out and I just had to switch tracks if I wanted ANY hope of finishing on time.
I still have that first failed attempt at that fic, and I'm going to post it here like some kind of DVD-extra:
The One Where Ryan Misses His Flight (Abandoned WIP)
"You're an idiot."
Brendon pauses in the doorway, the heavy shopping bags nearly cutting off the circulation in his fingers as he watches Spencer slam her way around the kitchen, her cell phone tucked against her neck. He's been on the receiving end of that tone from her and he winces in sympathy for the person on the other end.
She shoves a plate into the sink hard enough the Brendon's surprised when it doesn't break. When she sees Brendon hovering at the edge of the kitchen she thrusts the phone at him. "Tell him he's an idiot."
Brendon puts down the shopping and takes the phone. "You're an idiot." he says dutifully, jumping a little when Spencer starts slamming cupboard doors. "Um, who is this?"
"It's Ryan." Ryan sounds miserable, or as miserable as he ever does. It's hard to emote in monotone.
Brendon's brain does some quick math. "Wait, you're supposed to be..."
Spencer slams the fridge closed hard enough that it shakes.
"Tell me you're calling me from the plane, that this is one of those really expensive plane phone calls and you're on the plane, or you're flight's delayed, just delayed but totally still coming." Brendon's voice climbs higher in pitch with every word. He's not panicking, he's totally not panicking.
"I missed my flight." Ryan says.
"He missed his flight." Spencer makes some more loud noises with parts of the kitchen. She must be running out of doors to slam by now. "You know, the one I said was a bad idea in the first place, but no, no, it was gonna be fine? The one where I told him to get there early because it's the holidays and all the Christmas traffic was gonna be a nightmare and the ticket's non-transferable and non-refundable? Yeah, that one." Spencer huffs out a breath, glaring across the kitchen with a pair of tongs in one hand and an oven mitt in the other. Brendon knows the glare is for Ryan, not him, but he still quakes a little. Spencer is fucking scary when she's pissed off.
Her colour is high, making her freckles stand out more and she's all breathless. It's also kind of hot.
"She's gonna kill me, isn't she?" Ryan's voice is soft down the phone line.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Spencer mutters, kneeing the oven closed and flipping the dial on the timer.
Brendon sighs. "You might want to stay in Chicago, dude."
"I think I'm gonna have to. They can't get me on any other flights to LA. Fuck. Fuck.. I'm an idiot."
"You really are." Brendon says absently, his mind already ticking over. "Wait, can you get anywhere else? Is anything going in this direction?" He walks over to where Spencer's dithering by the microwave, looking like she wants to pace but is holding herself back. He brushes a calming hand down her back and while she doesn't lean into it, she doesn't shrug him off, either.
"Um, I think there's some seats to Salt Lake left?" Brendon can hear the wince in Ryan's voice.
Brendon watches Spencer watching the timer on the oven tick down. She's chewing her lip hard enough it looks like it could bleed. They can just wait it out, leave Ryan in Chicago with Jon and Cassie and do Christmas when Ryan gets back to LA. But no, this is their first LA Christmas, Spencer blew off going home to Vegas specifically so they could do their own thing here, the three of them.
"B?" Ryan sounds unsure. Brendon can hear the dull echoed voice of a flight announcement in the background. He tries to imagine doing Christmas day without Ryan being there, and he just can't.
"Get a ticket to Salt Lake." He say, suddenly confident.
Spencer glances up at him with wide eyes.
"You sure?" Ryan asks. "I mean, even if I hire a car and drive I won't make-"
"Buy the ticket, Ross, we'll come to you."
Brendon hangs up, feeling strangely powerful.
Spencer opens and closes her mouth a few times. When she does speak all that comes out is,
"You know, this food isn't going to travel well."
"Well, we can stay here and have a Ryan-less Christmas if you prefer?"
Spencer sighs. "I'll get the cooler."
*
So that was my bandomstuffsit adventure. How was yours? Was it easy to write your fic, or excruciatingly hard? Were you writing for someone you knew, or a stranger? Did you have to challenge yourself to fill your recipient's wishes, or did they turn out to be your long lost fic soulmate? Was there any fic you were DYING to find out who wrote? (I was desperate to know who wrote my gift, as well as the gorgeous Frank+Ways fic, which turned out to be sneaky_sena so my masterlist-backreading-frenzy is only getting larger and larger...)
HI I AM STUCK AT WORK ON A SATURDAY TALK TO MEEEE
The person who wrote my most excellent gift The Things Frank Plays is s0ckpupp3t who is someone I'm not very familiar with so YAY now I get to go and backread lots of wonderful things! She did such a great job of filling the fic with things I love, I'm going to be devouring her masterlist with gusto.
...and apparently it wasn't at all obvious FROM SPACE which one I wrote:
The One Where Ryan Ross Thinks He Knows Everything - always-a-girl!Spencer/Ryan/Brendon, NC-17 - Original Post
YES. I WROTE PANIC. Not only did I write Panic, I wrote bb!OT3 high school Panic fic with always-a-girl!Spencer. Because apparently when I decide to write outside my comfort zone, I go WAY OUT of my comfort zone.
(Wow, I should really not be allowed to title my own fics. Ever.)
I'm not gonna lie, writing this was HARD. I maybe freaked out a little when I got my assignment because I'd only written one of takkatakkatakka's preferred pairings before, and while she DID specify she was okay with Pete/Mikey, most of her other preferences were Panic and she REALLY likes threesomes and I REALLY like threesomes and I really REALLY wanted to write her a threesome. I was like - it's cool! I can write Panic! It'll be fun! ////o\\\\ It wasn't QUITE as much fun as I thought. I think I freaked myself out with the idea of writing unfamiliar characters which just made it harder. And then you add in the writing from a female POV, which is also unusual for me I guess I just... challenged myself.
I was so SO lucky when beta time rolled around because I had romanticalgirl to tell me the sex didn't suck, mizubyte to yell at me about my grammar and she find me two Panic saviours in the forms of aerynvala and psuedo_catalyst who read it from a Panic perspective and gave me some REALLY helpful comments. ♥ ♥ ♥
Also, the BB OT3 high school AU was my SECOND attempt at writing this fic. My first attempt was going to be always-a-girl!Spencer/Ryan/Brendon established relationship fic where Ryan fucks up his flight on Christmas Eve and instead of having their first Christmas in LA like they planned, Brendon and Spencer have to road trip to Salt Lake City to find him and they have their first Christmas together in a hotel room at a random Holiday Inn. With sex. Punishing Ryan for missing his flight sex. Of course I got one scene into that fic before it all petered out and I just had to switch tracks if I wanted ANY hope of finishing on time.
I still have that first failed attempt at that fic, and I'm going to post it here like some kind of DVD-extra:
The One Where Ryan Misses His Flight (Abandoned WIP)
"You're an idiot."
Brendon pauses in the doorway, the heavy shopping bags nearly cutting off the circulation in his fingers as he watches Spencer slam her way around the kitchen, her cell phone tucked against her neck. He's been on the receiving end of that tone from her and he winces in sympathy for the person on the other end.
She shoves a plate into the sink hard enough the Brendon's surprised when it doesn't break. When she sees Brendon hovering at the edge of the kitchen she thrusts the phone at him. "Tell him he's an idiot."
Brendon puts down the shopping and takes the phone. "You're an idiot." he says dutifully, jumping a little when Spencer starts slamming cupboard doors. "Um, who is this?"
"It's Ryan." Ryan sounds miserable, or as miserable as he ever does. It's hard to emote in monotone.
Brendon's brain does some quick math. "Wait, you're supposed to be..."
Spencer slams the fridge closed hard enough that it shakes.
"Tell me you're calling me from the plane, that this is one of those really expensive plane phone calls and you're on the plane, or you're flight's delayed, just delayed but totally still coming." Brendon's voice climbs higher in pitch with every word. He's not panicking, he's totally not panicking.
"I missed my flight." Ryan says.
"He missed his flight." Spencer makes some more loud noises with parts of the kitchen. She must be running out of doors to slam by now. "You know, the one I said was a bad idea in the first place, but no, no, it was gonna be fine? The one where I told him to get there early because it's the holidays and all the Christmas traffic was gonna be a nightmare and the ticket's non-transferable and non-refundable? Yeah, that one." Spencer huffs out a breath, glaring across the kitchen with a pair of tongs in one hand and an oven mitt in the other. Brendon knows the glare is for Ryan, not him, but he still quakes a little. Spencer is fucking scary when she's pissed off.
Her colour is high, making her freckles stand out more and she's all breathless. It's also kind of hot.
"She's gonna kill me, isn't she?" Ryan's voice is soft down the phone line.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Spencer mutters, kneeing the oven closed and flipping the dial on the timer.
Brendon sighs. "You might want to stay in Chicago, dude."
"I think I'm gonna have to. They can't get me on any other flights to LA. Fuck. Fuck.. I'm an idiot."
"You really are." Brendon says absently, his mind already ticking over. "Wait, can you get anywhere else? Is anything going in this direction?" He walks over to where Spencer's dithering by the microwave, looking like she wants to pace but is holding herself back. He brushes a calming hand down her back and while she doesn't lean into it, she doesn't shrug him off, either.
"Um, I think there's some seats to Salt Lake left?" Brendon can hear the wince in Ryan's voice.
Brendon watches Spencer watching the timer on the oven tick down. She's chewing her lip hard enough it looks like it could bleed. They can just wait it out, leave Ryan in Chicago with Jon and Cassie and do Christmas when Ryan gets back to LA. But no, this is their first LA Christmas, Spencer blew off going home to Vegas specifically so they could do their own thing here, the three of them.
"B?" Ryan sounds unsure. Brendon can hear the dull echoed voice of a flight announcement in the background. He tries to imagine doing Christmas day without Ryan being there, and he just can't.
"Get a ticket to Salt Lake." He say, suddenly confident.
Spencer glances up at him with wide eyes.
"You sure?" Ryan asks. "I mean, even if I hire a car and drive I won't make-"
"Buy the ticket, Ross, we'll come to you."
Brendon hangs up, feeling strangely powerful.
Spencer opens and closes her mouth a few times. When she does speak all that comes out is,
"You know, this food isn't going to travel well."
"Well, we can stay here and have a Ryan-less Christmas if you prefer?"
Spencer sighs. "I'll get the cooler."
*
So that was my bandomstuffsit adventure. How was yours? Was it easy to write your fic, or excruciatingly hard? Were you writing for someone you knew, or a stranger? Did you have to challenge yourself to fill your recipient's wishes, or did they turn out to be your long lost fic soulmate? Was there any fic you were DYING to find out who wrote? (I was desperate to know who wrote my gift, as well as the gorgeous Frank+Ways fic, which turned out to be sneaky_sena so my masterlist-backreading-frenzy is only getting larger and larger...)
HI I AM STUCK AT WORK ON A SATURDAY TALK TO MEEEE