Have you ever wanted to read about your favorite bands or ships trapped inside a nightmarish horror scenario that they can't escape from? It's okay. Me too. We're all sadists here. In this horror one-shot story, you can make your own requests for me to write! If you want Fall Out Boy fighting Annabelle, or if you want Ryden risking their lives in the Midnight Game, then it's all possible here! Just leave a comment and let me know ;) Happy October!

Summary: Ryan is a misanthropic Starbucks barista who is a tired insomniac and just wants to be left alone. Then Brendon moves in. myheartradio on livejournal

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 loves many things about Brendon, the list can go on. But he keeps little notes in a box, under the bed to remind himself of those things.