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.

if only ryan had more money to get a better babysitter.

"you feelin' good, bren?" "fucking perfect, ry" ⚣ryden⚣

"Hasn't your daddy ever taught you manners?" "He taught me not to talk to you, mister." Donald Way is the head of a big gang. He's got a business he loves and a family he loves more. Especially the eldest son, Gee, who has a love of skirts and stuffed animals. Donald finds this boy special and unique, something that needs to be protected. Especially kept safe from Frank Iero, the leader of the rivaling gang. But that doesn't stop Gee from running into Frank while in town, and it doesn't stop Frank from becoming fond of the smaller, younger boy. First book in the Rebel Series

In which Brendon and Ryan are fuck buddies. Brendon wants more and Ryan is definitely not gay... right? High School AU There will be a lot of smut. Third Person, but mainly centred around Brendon.

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.

❛❛mantente siempre dentro de la luz❜❜ 《joshler》 → #722 in short story 5/04/17.

Historia corta.

En cada una de nuestras citas tenía un par de rosas rojas que siempre me regalaba. Me decía que era el color que expresaba lo que surgía en él al verme.

Solo un número equivocado puede cambiarlo todo. Fun fact: Las horas que utilizo en la fic en realidad es a la hora que escribí esas partes :v Las faltas ortográficas son apropósito, pues no todos tienen una ortografía perfecta. (Aparte que son faltas que accidentalmente pongo al escribir y decido dejarlas ahí) Comenzado el 17/12/17 Terminado el 08/07/18 #1 en "peterick" 1/09/18 #1 en "fob" 1/09/18