grass under your feet (~22,500 words) // (Panic At The Disco) // (Ryan/Spencer) // (R) Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith meet, grow up, and fall in love. {xvi. I’ll say please please be with me}...headers are lyrics from Stupid Mouth Shut by Hem, which you can download and listen to via the grass under your feet sountrack . Non-bandom flisters, apologies for just killing your flists

grass under your feet (~22,500 words) // (Panic At The Disco) // (Ryan/Spencer) // (R) Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith meet, grow up, and fall in love. {xiv. I’ll tell you everything} Ryan wakes... you bought a surprise beach house for you to live together in,” she says, pointing at Spencer with one of those miniature umbrella things. “That’s pretty gay.” Yeah, okay. It kind of is. PART SIX

grass under your feet (~22,500 words) // (Panic At The Disco) // (Ryan/Spencer) // (R) Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith meet, grow up, and fall in love. {x. and the shadows capture me in webs} ... he won’t even be able to call it a revelation. In that second, it occurs to him that he’s probably been in love with Ryan since he was seven years old. He should be afraid. He isn’t. PART FIVE

grass under your feet (~22,500 words) // (Panic At The Disco) // (Ryan/Spencer) // (R) Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith meet, grow up, and fall in love. {vii. a clothesline strung like paper kites...their way across the venue stage and down through the seats. Spencer hangs on to Ryan’s shoulders, closes his eyes and buries his face in the crook of Ryan’s neck, and lets Ryan lead him. PART FOUR

grass under your feet (~22,500 words) // (Panic At The Disco) // (Ryan/Spencer) // (R) Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith meet, grow up, and fall in love. {iv. that keeps me out, but lets me see}...over, so they hit that up after the aquarium finally closes. They get home after four AM, giggling and getting the key stuck in the front door, but somehow not waking up the whole house. PART THREE

grass under your feet (~22,500 words) // (Panic At The Disco) // (Ryan/Spencer) // (R) Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith meet, grow up, and fall in love. {xiv. I’ll tell you everything} Ryan wakes... you bought a surprise beach house for you to live together in,” she says, pointing at Spencer with one of those miniature umbrella things. “That’s pretty gay.” Yeah, okay. It kind of is. PART SIX

We Were Just Kids \\ The “grass under your feet” EP I listened to a lot of stupid music while I wrote and edited this, so this is a selection of the stuff that actually had any relevance to anything... has nothing to do with anything, just fast enough and bouncy enough to get me through the endless rounds of editing. I get to include one silly, danceable fun song, surely? DOWNLOAD THE ZIP HERE

I'm so close - SO CLOSE - to being finished with this stupid Spencer/Ryan, but because I'm ready to hit my head off the wall and caterwaul in nascent despair, let's play a game so I don't have to write...more people (if you like!) And so on, until we run out of people or whatever. + There is a cycle of depravity. + I don't have to write any more of Spencer being a failboat tonight. \o/! OK GO

There's a real art to writing sex scenes that I just don't know. It's fascinating to me, because sometimes I forget that I wasn't born with the magical ability to write - I've been practising since I was...rib him for it. “Oh, God,” Spencer says, because he never believed in it before, but maybe now it’s time. Spencer wants to bite the bedsheets, something, anything. His toes curl in the thin air.