⚠️the cover for this book is NOT mine i honestly found it on pinterest but the caption thingy said it was from @ JLemongrass 🍋 on twitter sooo😅⚠️ please give suggestions on what i should do🤍 this is all for fun so don't take it seriously!!! the seggs parts are gonna a little uh interesting so just bear with me 😀

the heart rate of the mouse quotes. i do not own any of these, all credit goes to anna green.

Brendon just never seems to pick up the phone.

Every year, an elf is sent down to every city to help raise Christmas spirit. This year, Brendon Urie was assigned to Las Vegas, Nevada. More importantly: Ryan Ross. Now Brendon's career and elf life is at stake unless he can get Ryan to believe in Christmas again. But what if Ryan ends up changing Brendon's beliefs instead? This is their story. - not mine :)

We took eight exes and sat them in a room with a camera, a list of questions and a bottle of what we call our "Demon Drink Mix". Shots strong enough to knock the devil off his throne. The game is simple. Truth or Drink. Each pair of exes will be asked a series of questions no one would want to answer. A dare or two will be thrown in just for the fun or it. Either they answer honestly, or they take a shot. It's up to them whether or not they want to risk getting a hangover from hell.

High school is like a big game of would you rather, Brendon Urie has come to realize. It's one thing or the other and most of the time your options are so shitty you could rip your hair out. So when Brendon comes to terms with his inevitable popularity downfall, he and his best friend, Eden, come up with a plan to go out with a bang. MATURE FOR: LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT

Ryan texts a random number he found on the bathroom stall. Brendon tries to ignore the text messages when he finds out who it is. Out of mutual boredom and curiosity, the pair decide to play 21 questions. Text fic Started: 3/29/20 Finished: 5/24/20 Highest Ranking: #1 Ryden #1 Petewentz

Ryan's a druggie, Brendon is just annoying, and they don't even know each other. That is until Ryan overdoses and Brendon just happens to save him. ➵contains suicide references, maybe drugs, sexual contents, and strong language➵ . . . . I saw panic! April 1,2017. Last Saturday and Im still not over it. All the sun and moon refrences. FUCK. Anyways this is mostly based off my favorite panic! Song, Camisado. When he played a mash up of some fever songs at the concert I almost threw myself in a trash can. I bawled when he started to sing camisado. It was amazing so it inspired me to write something based off it. Started April 5, 2017

"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.

Summary: Ryan is a misanthropic Starbucks barista who is a tired insomniac and just wants to be left alone. Then Brendon moves in. myheartradio on livejournal