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

Brendon's got some daddy issues.

It's 1950 and the only way adults can have some sort of fun is by secret strip clubs. The burlesque behind the abandoned building and under the motel. Ryan Ross was just looking for his usual that night, chics and men. He was on his usual search but the music seemed to attract him more than any other man or woman in the bar. He found that the man behind the music, in a gold mask, was much more interesting. "He smirked and nodded up at the masked singer, giving him his attention. The music man gave him a side smirk and sang more confidently." ('But it's better if you' do based)

Brendon Urie is the name. The name of the blind boy that no one talks to. In that school of disabled kids that have things with their troubled selves. He then meets a boy in one of classes, but with the issue of not seeing, he doesn't know exactly what is happening. The other boy's name is Ryan. He has the disability of not being able to hear through one ear and having really bad panic attacks that can result to hospital service. The two boys learn about each other, and get closer even though Brendon can't see. Ryan learns to accept Brendon no matter what, and becomes really reaally protective over the blind boy.

High school Brendon and Ryan are new friends but when they discover a hatred for a mutual person, things seem to fall into place.

"We're the alley cats and they can throw their stones They can break our hearts but they won't take our soul." ~ ~ ~ Ryan is new to LA. He doesn't want fame; he doesn't want fortune. He just wants people to admire his work. -//- Started // Nov 19, 2018 Finished // TBD

Just outside of Phoenix, Arizona, Brendon Urie's mild-mannered alter ego is simply himself. A 25-year-old hairdresser who thinks he's seen it all and he's done all he can in this little town. It's a normal Monday afternoon with a lull in business when he hears the same jangly guitar music he's heard from the same guy that's been sitting in the same spot for the past couple of months. Struggling artists, what can ya do? For Brendon, he pities the poor guy and he just doesn't have the heart to call the cops on him for loitering, so he leaves him be. Until that particular Monday when he just gets too curious. [tw: cursing/swearing, general drug use] instagram fic bc we like to try new things around here!

It's been four years. Four fucking years since I saw George Ryan Ross for the last time. I still don't understand why he left us. Why he left me. I thought we shared a bond. Guess it wasn't mutual... But today I got called, and that call might have changed my life forever... Warnings: -Ryan is terribly fucked up in this story. He had an awful childhood and suffers from some mental problems. He's kinda depressed and stuff, so if you want a happy Ryan you have to find another fanfiction. -Sexual content. I don't put warnings in my chapters. -Boy x boy

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.

Brendon insists he isn't gay, but decides he wants to experiment with just a kiss. But a kiss is never just a kiss. This takes place during the Fever era (my favorite) and is rated NC-17 for smut and foul language. Originally posted on archiveofourown.org under my user name SinnerOnTheRight.