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.

Brendon was a boy in love. Ryan was the pitcher for the school baseball team. {Just a ryden baseball au I thought would be cute!} Brendon's POV

High school is like a big game of would you rather, Brendon Urie has come to realize. It's one thing or the other and most of the time your options are so shitty you could rip your hair out. So when Brendon comes to terms with his inevitable popularity downfall, he and his best friend, Eden, come up with a plan to go out with a bang. MATURE FOR: LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT

B!: heyyyyy Ryebread: hey ? Ryebread: whomst B!: wow already forgot huh B!: here maybe this will help Bren!: ? Ryebread: oh my god Sequel to the shit storm that is Ryden Kik But this one actually has some semblance of a plot, a true miracle

au || "fuckboy" ryan starts texting brendon, only to become infatuated with him

Ryan finds a guy with a coffee shop. He kinda falls for him.

"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing." * * * The Great Depression was, by far, one of the worst tragedies in the history of the world. People drowned in debt. Banks were ruined. The stock market was broken and unreliable. But one of the only things that kept people going was this new style of music. It was rhythmic, infectious, and something that people had never quite heard of before. So they called it jazz.

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