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

"We're the alley cats and they can throw their stones They can break our hearts but they won't take our soul." ~ ~ ~ Ryan is new to LA. He doesn't want fame; he doesn't want fortune. He just wants people to admire his work. -//- Started // Nov 19, 2018 Finished // TBD

Every year the school hosts a game. Find all the objects and you win. Brendon has played for the last three years, this is his last. Ryan is a newbie and is lost. When handcuffed together for the games, the two must fight it out to win the game.

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 Brendon and Ryan are fuck buddies. Brendon wants more and Ryan is definitely not gay... right? High School AU There will be a lot of smut. Third Person, but mainly centred around Brendon.

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.

they can hide their feelings for each other pretty well when they're sober. but when they're drunk? not so much.

"I wish I could see space in everyone's eyes." Ryan loves space. Ryan loves the sun, moon, galaxy and everything that has to do with night. He's different, maybe that's why Brendon likes him because he sees the world through different eyes.

*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.