I don't love you, like I did yesterday.

*short chapters, finished* "B-bye Ryan", I whispered after he was gone. I smiled to myself because I managed to say his name out without stuttering.

"jesus christ, are you ever not an annoying prick." or where brendon meets his new neighbor, ryan, who always finds a way to annoy him highest ranks; #1 in joncer #2 in ryanross #2 in panicatthedisco #1 in ryden

:: credits to @MissJackseanAtTheDisco for the plot idea! :: Brendon comes in an ice cream parlor to find a cute boy that's a small flirt. Okay, he's a big flirt, but that doesn't stop Brendon from thinking it's cute. warning: ⚣

What made Brendon change? What made him this man with control over human life? Who has he become? * * * For @petewentzisdead / @milkcartonangel Triggers: murder, mentions of body dismemberment / disposal & mentions of blood. Stay safe.

FINISHED RE-CONSTRUCTION !!! mis·an·thro·py /məˈsanTHrəpē/ (n) - a dislike of humankind. - - - "Who could see inside the mind of a killer, anyway?" * * * Started: 8/3/2017 Finished: 10/22/2017 **Republished: 07/01/2022 {tw: blood/gore/death/character death/drug use/strong language/graphic sexual content/non-consensual sex/abuse/necrophilia}

the one where ryan has cancer and brendon fills his days with sunshine and happiness. [short story] tw!! cancer, death

- In which Ryan is unhappy, poor, and obsessed with his dog. Brendon Urie moves into Ryan's house against his will, and fills the whole place with the scent of berry flavored bubble gum, which Ryan tries to counter with cigarette smoke, absolute angst, and the sound of him screaming at his typewriter. "But I have no doubt, one day the sun will come out." [Based off of Coldplay's album "Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends"]

The story I'm going to tell you may starts a bit different than usual. It starts with a dead person. The poor boys heart just stopped beating. And at that young age, only 11 years old. The things he could've done in life, uncountable. At that age you don't know who you are, who you'll be and with whom. You can achieve anything you can dream of, write your book to its last page. This boy could barely write chapter one. No one should be in his situation. An innocent child, who's body wasn't even found. Murder? Suicide? An accident? No one knows it, except me. Because well, I'm the dead boy.