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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...)
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...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
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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
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2. I would totally love to read more of the Christmas hijinks, if you ever felt called to write more of that story.
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2. Oh man, I kind of DO want to write the rest, but I just got so blocked on it. Maybe I'll dredge it up again next holiday season. It's very much a seasonal fic.
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This was the first thing I've been able to write in months. I'd been stuck with terrible writer's block that I feared would never go away.
When I got my prompt I was like, "this is the perfect prompt! This is all the things I like writing about!"
I started and failed a Renaissance au in which Pete was a painter, and Patrick was a young Greek slave, and every word was like ripping teeth. I was worried that I might have to default.
And then. It all just came together with something entirely new. The first sentence came to me while I was at lunch and the rest just. Wrote itself. It was refreshing.
Also, I just read your OT3. I must say, it's an excellent way to star the morning.
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I loved my prompts - I had problems with pairings as I said above, but ALL the tropes were so SO awesome, there's nothing like finding out you're not the ONLY one who's into something weird/crazy/kinky.
I can totally relate on the 'having to abandon a story, then worrying about having to default' thing. Though for the record I would totally read that Renaissance AU. Patrick as a slave? Hell fucking yeah.
So glad it worked out for you and the prompts were so inspiring. I have a feeling I know which sentence you mean that started the new story. It's an excellent sentence.
I'm so glad you liked the OT3! I was SO panicky about it, but I think it turned out okay.
YAY YOU'RE ALIVE. :DDDDDDDDDD
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I'm such a one trick pony. When my prompt said age difference, especially between Pete and Patrick, I gave a little sigh of relief. It's my favorite thing to write/read about! I offered to write Panic, but I feel I would have only managed something maudlin and complicated between Ryan and Spencer.
I have plot points! Patrick was going to be Gerard and Mikey's slave, and Pete was going to be a family friend. Pete mostly paints nobles, but when he has time he indulges in the new styles that have been popping up. The first time he sees Patrick, he knows he has to paint him. He was going to teach Patrick Italian! Patrick was going to be his Muse! There was going to be dubious content everywhere! It just refused to stick together.
:D
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but I feel I would have only managed something maudlin and complicated between Ryan and Spencer. I like Ryan and Spencer best when they are being complicated. I tend to prefer Brendon/Spencer, or one step better, Brendon/Spencer/Ryan, but I like Ryan/Spencer when it's all messed up and complicated.
UNF DUBIOUS CONSENT WITH SLAVES. UNF.
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My match up was pretty ideal, honestly. I could work with pretty much all of the pairings, but when I read the likes/dislikes the idea for my fic just popped into my head and so I RAN with it. I thought about stretching myself and writing a Panic pairing, since most of the pairings listed were for that band, but this idea really took hold on me and so I didn't fight it too hard :D I really love anonymous challenges though--so much fun! And I missed getting to read a lot of the stories while they were still anonymous, but that just means LOTS FOR ME TO READ NOW :D
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Yay that you got a good match! I'll admit I was a little jealous of people who were looking at their matches going "FIC SOULMATE", but really in a lot of ways my match was perfect, I just had trouble with the pairings. I'm glad you wrote the one you did, it was SO delightful OMG. It's so great when something just COMES to you, you know?
YAY SO MUCH MORE STILL TO READ! ♥
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Personally I wasn't sure when I got my assignment. I don't know if it's noticeable or not, but I tend not to write fluffy things or anything not angsty and dark. I got my assignment and went *sighs* 'okay, this is going to be a challenge'. I mean, I know 2010 stuffsit I wrote fluff but 2011 was different stylistically.
I spent days trying to figure things out. I kept discarding ideas and desert neon helped, as did gala and bootson. In the end the fic I came up with was, not even that idea DN helped me with. it shifted and became it's own entity. So for that I love it. And once I had an idea I enjoyed it wasn't as hard to write.
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I am much the opposite from you I think, in that I feel more comfortable with something fluffy than something angsty (
I totally feel you on trying to write something, discarding, trying again. I mean that story snippet above is totally evidence of my trials with this. I'm so glad you found something that worked for you in the end, especially since it worked so well it ran away with you - that is always a good sign!
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YOU DID DVD EXTRAS TOO?? *_____________________________* FUCK YEAH.
*runs to read*