spencer smith gave brendon urie the wrong number, causing brendon to talk to someone and finds out who they are in two weeks. (yes i am aware than ryden isn't official i just think its cute and wanted to make a fic abt it) ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ⁴.¹.¹⁹ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ³.²¹.²⁰

- In which Ryan is desperate and Brendon is hyper. Since Brendon is obviously incapable of behaving like a normal human being, he's assigned detentions after school in the library, the same library that Ryan hangs out in after school to avoid going home for a little longer. "Stick flowers in my wounds, grow a garden in my side." [Based off of the song "Saturday Love" by Angels & Airwaves]

Josh is a business man. A very, very wealthy business man. He thought he had it all. Money, good looks, power. But the one thing he craved? Love. He's thirty two and pathetically single. He wants to change that. Time's ticking. Tyler is a brat. A nasty, slutty, obnoxious, selfish brat. He gets what he wants when he wants it and doesn't give a single fuck what he has to do to get it. So when he sees a hot rich man in a bar one night? He decides the man is something he wants. Too bad they both have completely different intentions. ©nicosniners

"Two households, both alike in dignity..." * * * Started - June 12, 2017 Finished - June 21, 2017 concept; 'hopeless fountain kingdom' - halsey; 2017

"Do I fear the sleepless nights? You have no idea how long the darkness lasts when you cannot close your eyes to it. For the night is dark and full of terrors." * * * |TW: Nightmares, insomnia, anorexia, intense phobias, blood, mentions of death in nightmares, hospitals|

Joshler//COMPLETED Josh was a struggling teacher, Tyler was a student with one dream. Josh wanted to pay his bills, Tyler wanted to become a photographer. Josh feels like giving up, Tyler doesn't want to give up pursuing his dream.

"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.

*Based off The Young Veins song "Cape Town"* Never go to Cape Town. It's a place where lovely ladies sing and pretty boys dance. And there he was. All brown eyes and dark chocolate hair. Dancing in the midst of the crowd. I defiantly got lost in Cape Town.

not mine!!!!!!! creds go to SoloChaos on archive of our own just another copy of the forest fic make sure you have tissues

Touring, foreign countries, excessive bantering, secret snuggles, girlfriends, affectionate boy BFFs, girlfriend issues, self-loathing, restaurants, violations of social mores, Walmart visits, misery, angst, mourning, laughter, emotional outbursts, hotel rooms, song-writing, concerts, self-acceptance and the like; it just covers the adventures and misadventures of Ryan and Brendon throughout about a five month period, both on and off of tour. All credit to krisattic on live journal