Ryan texts a random number he found on the bathroom stall. Brendon tries to ignore the text messages when he finds out who it is. Out of mutual boredom and curiosity, the pair decide to play 21 questions. Text fic Started: 3/29/20 Finished: 5/24/20 Highest Ranking: #1 Ryden #1 Petewentz

Brendon and Ryan have been secretly dating since eight grade. It is now their junior year and things are getting stressful with fake girlfriends and strict religion. Will their love be caught? Will they ever be able to show the world?

hour one: "hi, i'm brendon." "i'm ryan." hour thirteen: "ry. you left a piece of paper on your seat." "keep it. it's for you." warning: ⚣ hi please stop reading this i hate it okay ily bye

"My love for him is... is like ice," I tell Dallon, laughing shakily, watching the cloud dissolve into the air. "Like ice?" He asks, and I nod to confirm. "Unneeded." I look at him. He chuckles and shakes his head, standing up and brushing the snow off of his knees. "No. Because in the winter, there's so many little things ice helps you with, and it's so pretty to look at. And when it's spring and summer?" He looks around, "Well, that's when it's the prettiest." - I wrote this cause my girlfriend threatened to ignore me for a week if I didn't write a cute ryden story tw self harm and depression and SI

a mildly fluffy ryden one shot. brendon finally confesses his love to ryan. also chocolate. **this is my first fanfiction and i might not even post it since i'm not too proud of it, so if your reading this, lucky you! i posted it!**

Ryan Works at Build-A-Bear-Workshop, and he isn't really big fan of his job. A customer then walks in one time, and then after that, way too often. It kind of intrigues Ryan a little more and he wonders why this customer is here all the time, not buying much, just there.