Miss Jackson || Brendon Urie fanfic

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Hello dear sinners, you're about to read my first fanfiction, so if it sucks... I'm sorry.
I want you to know that English is not my first language. I'm from Belgium. But writing a Brendon Urie fanfic in Dutch... I would maybe have like, I don't know, one reader or something...?
Panic! isn't that well known here... which I think is a shame, they're amazing! (And I know you think the same, because if you didn't, you wouldn't be reading this book.)

Anyway... I'll try to give you guys a new chapter every week. If there's a week without an update, there will be a good reason for that and I'll try to announce it in time.

As I already said: English is not my first language and even though I have some friends who help me correct my mistakes, there can still be some. If so, don't be afraid to tell me. I don't bite.

I have a lot of ideas for this story and every day I get some more, so I have no clue where this will go.
I'm not sure of this yet, but this story might include smut.
This does not mean this will be a book full of rough sex scenes. Not at all. I'm thinking of maybe a little drama here and there, some wrong choices and some stuff that wasn't supposed to happen.
But if there's smut in a chapter, I will put a warning right before the smut scene, so people who don't want to read it can skip that part.
Guess I'll just see where my brain leads me.

This will be a book full of puns, references to songs or vines, but that's my brain. I can't help it.
In the story, the things that happen will cause Brendon to write songs. This will be in no specific order, so it's possible that I let him write a song from the "Death of a Bachelor" album, and in the next chapter one from "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out".
Like for everything in this book: I'll see where my brain leads me.

Oh, I love to read comments! So please, don't be afraid to leave a comment, my fellow sinners.

I'm getting the feeling I'm spending way too much time on my introduction, so let's start the story... Ready to go? (Yes, there's the first of many jokes.)

xx Lizz.