-hey! welcome. this is a brallon smut/fluff one-shot book (as you can tell from the story title ofc) -unfortunately i do not update these stories anymore but i'm happy you guys enjoyed them! -if there are any typos, questions,, etc. : i will be open to respond by comments! •warning: some one-shots include mentions of... sex suicide mental illness drugs r*pe abuse there will be warnings in each page if there is a touchy subject listed above! if not, please notify me so i can. thank you! edit: i do not support brendon anymore but i will keep these dumb little oneshots up

Brendon has always had a thing for his teacher, Mister Weekes. He finally gets what he wants, knowing he could cause Mister Weekes to lose his job. Does he try to take things further, or does he just leave it where it is? *Smut warning*

Just a book of Ryden one shots.

I have written a series of oneshots and they are all compiled here. Look out for more updates :3. Also credits to the artist who made the cover, I unfortunately do not know who made it.

Sweat was beading on my forehead and dripping down my neck. The lady in front of me bled from her chest in slow deep pulses. The pulses became slower and slower, quieter until they stopped. Why am I here? I'm innocent, I'm not meant to be here.

Mpreg Highschool AU I'm really shitty with descriptions I promise it gets better as it goes on.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

Frerard