After being left at the altar the night before his wedding to Pete-fucking-Wentz, Ryan cashes in his honeymoon tickets to Hawaii where he finds that maybe not all men are assholes.

'Bright lights, big city, this is exactly where I want to be.' Ryan was a city boy, Brendon was the guy down the street. {Ryan's POV. NO SMUT}

Addict: A person who is addicted to a particular substance, typically an illegal drug. No matter what your drug of choice is, an addiction is an addiction. Getting help is the only solution.

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

prostitute!brendon and virgin!ryan that's all ya need to know :")

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.

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

ryan and brendon live on opposite sides of the country and ryan can never sleep *lowercase intended, texting style of writing*

[disclaimer asked for by @blurry011 this is sad at some points, but it'll be fine once they start eating pancakes] beebo: 11:11 make a wish! beebo: what'd you wish for? ryro: for you backspace backspace ryro: for me to pass that god awful chemistry test tomorrow ugh

in which everyday at 2 am Brendon gets a text from a random number.