I AM NOT THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS ONE SHOT!!!!! the original author of this is vmaoranges on archiveofourown.org (ill delete if told by the author) summary: When eighteen-year-old Brendon Urie is admitted to a mental hospital, he is forced to deal with his many issues, along with his schizophrenic roommate, Ryan. -HUGE TRIGGER WARNING : eating disorders, self harm, mental institution, suicide, schizophrenic -SMUT WARNING

High school is like a big game of would you rather, Brendon Urie has come to realize. It's one thing or the other and most of the time your options are so shitty you could rip your hair out. So when Brendon comes to terms with his inevitable popularity downfall, he and his best friend, Eden, come up with a plan to go out with a bang. MATURE FOR: LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT

Ryan Ross was a guitar player in a small band called Close Corners, and by small, he meant that they played sold out shows every night and toured the world. He was a shy guy, he only ever opened up to the people he was close to. He was sensitive and sweet, and none of the things Brendon Urie was. Brendon was a fucking model. He had been on the cover of almost every magazine in the world, either for his amazingly handsome face or for a story about one of his outrageous parties. He was a Hollywood bad boy, and people latched on to him left and right. He went through boyfriends like he went through toilet paper. I guess that's why the world pulled their attention to the two boys when They were spotted as a couple in a small club. Everything kind of just blew up from there.

ryan never planned on having an affair with his english teacher.

"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing." * * * The Great Depression was, by far, one of the worst tragedies in the history of the world. People drowned in debt. Banks were ruined. The stock market was broken and unreliable. But one of the only things that kept people going was this new style of music. It was rhythmic, infectious, and something that people had never quite heard of before. So they called it jazz.

Summary: The one where being Mr. Nice Guy has some unforseen consequences. - not mine :)

Ryan finds the perfect opportunity to explore a previously uncharted area of his sexuality in secret during a month long summer road-trip to California with his best friend. But now he's back in Las Vegas for his Senior year and he can continue to compartmentalize this part of himself and pretend that everything is normal. But then Brendon Urie happens. Again. And again and again and again... can Ryan handle it this time? In which Ryan struggles to keeps everything together and honestly just needs a hug. ~~~Ryan's POV~~~ ***includes smut, language some might find offensive, underage drinking/drug use, sexual assault and mediocre writing. Started: Oct. 15, 2018 # 1 in Ryden @ some point ***I DO NOT SUPPORT BRENDON URIE OR ACTUALLY SHIP RYDEN

The sex industry was a dangerous place, everyone knew that. Sure, it had its perks, but for glamour model Ryan Ross, the only perk was being asked to partake in a photoshoot with gorgeous pornstar Brendon Urie, a man he both hated and admired. That single photoshoot might just have been the detonation that started everything: the lies, the affairs, the heartbreak, the scheming - in order to stay sane, you had to keep your hands to yourself. And for someone like Brendon, it would be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Because when you fall, you bring everyone else down with you. "How can you be okay with yourself knowing that you caused all...this?" "I'm never okay with myself, Ryan. Ever." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Author: repulsive_x on Livejournal. ALL CREDITS FOR THIS WONDERFUL STORY GO TO THIS AUTHOR! Rating: NC-17 POV: 1st, Brendon’s Summary: Brendon develops a little crush on the pastor’s son.

Ryan is quite popular thanks to his line of sex toys, Cinnamon Tulips Inc. A lame, tacky name, sure, but it got him to where he wants to be. Living in the finest penthouse in New York City, his bank account practically overflowing and, the best part, an unlimited supply of sex with whoever he wants. At twenty three years old, he's living the dream life.