emilyray: Fic: Not Exactly What You Planned
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Spencer remembered it like this: they were ten, and they were playing with an old half-deflated soccer ball, and Spencer threw it to Ryan, and Ryan didn’t catch it because Ryan couldn’t catch and also because Spencer threw it further than he meant to, and the ball went into the road. Ryan ran after it. Spencer saw the car and ran after Ryan. He didn’t remember anything after that. He didn’t know if Ryan remembered it differently.

Spencer remembered it like this: they were ten, and they were playing with an old half-deflated soccer ball, and Spencer threw it to Ryan, and Ryan didn’t catch it because Ryan couldn’t catch and also because Spencer threw it further than he meant to, and the ball went into the road.

Where Spencer died when he was little and Ryan is the only one who can see him, that is until Brendon shows up. 4,800 Words

Spencer's dead. He's haunting Ryan. Enter Brendon.

What if Spencer was dead and then there was a very complicated threesome involving his ghost?

A while ago I was talking about what if Spencer was dead and then there was a very complicated threesome involving his ghost? This is the only time of year I can get away with actually writing that, so here you go: it's a ghostfic!

Spencer is a ghost

Threesome involving Spencer's ghost.

Brendon/Ryan/Spencer

Spencer died when he was ten, and he's stayed with Ryan ever since, but he knows Ryan needs somebody else in his life (and maybe so does Spencer).

Brendon gaped at him and the stranger looked back with several different expressions chasing each other over his face - surprise, amusement, confusion, slow shock - and just as Brendon finally managed to demand, “Who the hell are you?” the stranger blurted, “You can see me?”

What if Spencer was dead and there was a very complicated threesome involving his ghost? Totally not as creepy and/or depressing as it sounds.

Vampire fic; writing style isn't great, but I like the concept and the way they fit at the end.

“I don’t see why you want us there,” Brendon asks when he pulls away from the girl’s neck. His lips are stained dark red and there’s heat in his eyes like that which only comes from bloodlust. “We’re not the ones with a boner for this guy’s photography.”

“I don’t see why you want us there,” Brendon asks when he pulls away from the girl’s neck. His lips are stained dark red and there’s heat in his eyes like that which only comes from bloodlust. “We’re not the ones with a boner for this guy’s photography.” Ryan rolls his eyes, because it wouldn’t kill Brendon to act the part every once in a while. He’s not asking for a full out Bela Lugosi accent or cape. But for once, it might be nice if Brendon didn’t act his age.

Ryan is with Spencer and Brendon, and then he finds Jon. Very sweet vampire story.

“Young ones are impetuous and need constant looking after,” she’d whispered when she turned him; stroking the back of his head while he shook and convulsed in her arms. He’d died on the football field of his university, staring up at the stars. He remembers thinking something stupid and romantic at the time, about having a soul that was much older than she knew. “But I’ll look after you.”

“So I’m a vampire.” That’s not how he meant to say it, just sort of blurted out while Jon’s sipping his coffee and looking awkward. It’s just sort of complicated. Jon agreed to meet him again at the coffee place, and Ryan thought it had been a good sign.

Tom Conrad’s photography is half the reason they’re in New York. Sure, it’s a huge metropolitan city with enough of a counter culture to make finding food fairly easy, but the reason Ryan pushed for it is because Tom Conrad was working here.

Panic as Vampires