*Trigger warning for suicide mentions* At Barrington High, there were two group of music kids who absolutely despised each other. One group was the bratty, snobby strings who acted like their music was better than anyone's. And the other group was the concert band who didn't actually give a fuck about the performances and competitions. They only gave a fuck about if they were having fun. It was really weird as Mr Weekes and Mr Walker seemed to get along fine.The whole reason they hate each other apparently dated back several decades ago but no one really knew why. Maybe it was because the strings ripped up the concert pieces that belonged to the concert band. Or maybe it was because the concert band broke their expensive violin. Ryan suspected that is was just because they were two different groups of musicians who went to the same school. I mean, it all seemed to come back to that. Ryan was a flutist. Brendon was a Cellist. Let's just say it's not easy to fall in love with the enemy of your band. *first published 20/6/16* *Cover was made by @frankiezoid*

*Based off The Young Veins song "Cape Town"* Never go to Cape Town. It's a place where lovely ladies sing and pretty boys dance. And there he was. All brown eyes and dark chocolate hair. Dancing in the midst of the crowd. I defiantly got lost in Cape Town.

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.

Yes, it exists. In Nevada, there is a institution just for homosexual teens that have these 'special' thoughts. Crazy parents send their trouble teenagers for while, in hope that their child will magically become straight when they return. Of course in the institution there are different levels. Some floors have drug addicts, alcohol addicts, and LGBT treatments. But the main treatment is gay services. In Summerlin, Nevada, a boy by the name of Brendon Urie happens to have the most Mormon parents in the universe, well that's his opinion. He comes out to his parents and it doesn't go well. They got so worked up about it that they tried interventions, church, family meetings etc. But nothing worked because you can't exactly change someone's sexual orientation. So in response they had to get something bigger involved. They sent him to 'Center of Behavioral Health.' When he went he knew nothing was going to change, things only got worse. He met a boy named Ryan Ross.

We all know he left the band. But why?

*SEQUEL TO FOLKIN AROUND (RYDEN)* Brendon introduces Ryan back into the band, however it's a big change for Ryan. Being constantly bombarded by fans and paparazzi sends him spiraling downward, crumbling beneath his own mind. *Trigger Warning- SH, depression, anxiety*

Ryan struggles with his life, the factory work and extremely low living standards can't guarantee him a long life. He loathes nothing more than his abusive and arrogant boss, who endangers them all day after day. But due to a convenient coincidence he finds himself making acquaintance with the boss' son, Brendon, who inherited the same arrogance from his father. Could this dangerous liaison save Ryan from his horrible fait or will it toss him straight into the afterlife? - set in London during the Industrial Revolution -

[completed] this is the sequel to "message me" ryanross: I miss you sorry. the account you messaged has either been logged off for a while or has been deactivated. i am so sorry this series thing was SO bad but yeah enjoy [lowercase intended] © galigator

Brendon has one rule that he refuses to break, but he has never been the best at keeping promises, even ones that are made only to himself. ~~~ Wattpad exclusive *trigger warning for suicidal actions and character death* Completed Playlist: https://8tracks.com/vampireboy/a-million-missed-calls

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." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------