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

Title: The Impossible Is Possible [1/30] Author: peopleexisting on LJ (ALL CREDITS TO THIS STORY GO TO THIS AUTHOR!) Rating: R/NC-17 (overall) Pairing: Ryden, some Joncer. POV: Third, Brendon’s. Summary: AU. Brendon switches high schools to get away from the pressures of bullying, but he finds that his new school isn’t all that better. Not to mention that he’s soon thrown into the turbulent world of a violent, disturbed boy, named Ryan Ross. Disclaimer: Not true, et cetera. Author Notes: This story is dedicated to my best friend, Nick, who has ADHD himself and so inspired (and helped) me a lot with Brendon’s character in this.

A story in which Brendon is 'kidnapped' by a guy on a motorcycle.

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.

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.

A small town singer gets picked up by a singing competition that showcases the best voices in music. Only 100 people are selected from all over America to join this elite competition. What's at stake? A record deal with DCD2, the label of Pete Wentz's (bassist of rock group fall out boy) own creation. Brendon, the small town singer, finds himself thrust into the spotlight, gaining friends and enemies along the competition. Will he be able to win the competition? Will he crack under pressure? And will he ever find love!? Find out in "Is There Somewhere?" A ryden fanfiction. List of ships mentioned: Ryden Brendon/Kevin Ray Ryan/Helena Pete/Patrick Brendon/Sarah

It's been a year since the night that changed my life for the better and now Brendon and I are closer than ever before. He knows all my faults but still loves me. He knows my strengths and makes sure I play to them any chance I get. But he knows how to get to me. Which is probably how he needed up talking me into going on tour with my old band. Well, I could hardly call it my old band anymore seeing as it's filled with people who practically hate me, and it's fans haven't heard from me since 2009. Talk about awkward. This should be interesting to say the least.

It's been ten years. Ten fucking years since my band and I started this crazy journey with our first album, a fever you cant sweat out. A lot was different back then. I have a whole new band, a wife, and I haven't talked to Ryan or Jon in years. But that last part will change tonight. Tonight, I am throwing a party to celebrate our ten years, and guess who my lovely wife invited? You guessed it. I guess I'll be getting drunk as fuck tonight. Cover credit goes to camjsado.tumblr.com