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

"Do you need something?" "Not at all."

ryro: i think i like you beebo: you shouldn't

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.

Ryan Ross was a guitar player in a small band called Close Corners, and by small, he meant that they played sold out shows every night and toured the world. He was a shy guy, he only ever opened up to the people he was close to. He was sensitive and sweet, and none of the things Brendon Urie was. Brendon was a fucking model. He had been on the cover of almost every magazine in the world, either for his amazingly handsome face or for a story about one of his outrageous parties. He was a Hollywood bad boy, and people latched on to him left and right. He went through boyfriends like he went through toilet paper. I guess that's why the world pulled their attention to the two boys when They were spotted as a couple in a small club. Everything kind of just blew up from there.

*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.

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.

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

"jesus brendon fuck off" "as if you didn't want to touch me this whole time let's be real"

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