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You're More Familiar With My Camera Lens Then Me by Lavender_Patch
Fandoms: Panic! at the Disco
22 Jan 2026
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Ryden fic.
Ryan has a crush on a guy at college, he likes practising his photography skills on him. The only problem is Ryan's never actually talked to the guy before.
Fair warning Ryan is written as incredibly creepy and awkward in this so… this is also completely self indulgent, no one asked for this but me
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And As The Sun Sets, You Cross My Mind by theheartrateofjamie
Fandoms: Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Bandom
12 Feb 2026
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His teeth. I didn't notice. I never did. Not even when he kissed me outside the laundromat. His cold fingertips pressed into the skin against my cheek, trying to search for the blood rushing to my face as his breath tackled my neck. His eyes lingered over my pulse longer than they should've. My breath hitched, I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew he memorized my breathing patterns and he could tell if something wasn't right. He couldn't forget any detail about me. I was engraved into his mind. The way my lips moved when I talked or how my eye twitched when I was uncomfortable would haunt him forever. The soft hum of his voice left his lips. He was amused by my reaction to the feeling of his eyes nailing into my neck. His lips parted and his teeth found their usual place on my neck. The sharpest point of his fangs sunk into the sensitive spot on my neck and I gasped for air. I didn't want this. Ryan felt my blood go cold. I know he did. He was in too deep to care. This was for his own being. I couldn't protest. I was his meal. I was deemed to be the helpless corpse swallowed whole by the boy I loved with unforgiving actions written all over his face.
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03 Feb 2026
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So Tonight That I Might See by W3stC0astSm0k3r
Fandoms: Panic! at the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy
01 Jan 2026
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“So what’s with the getup?” Ryan asked, eyeing his dressed up form. “Surely there’s not a rule about black tie on cold December evenings.”
Brendon rolled his eyes at the subtle poking of fun again. “There’s not.” He supplied monotone. “I played piano at town hall. What’s with yours? Is there a Bowie look-alike competition I’m not aware of?” If Brendon wasn’t worried about looking stupid, he would’ve laughed at his own joke.
Ryan scoffed and decided it was his turn to cross his arms. “There’s not.” He mocked, and Brendon smiled.
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It’s 2005, Brendon is a Mormon and Ryan wishes he was dead.