[COMPLETED] Brendon may specialise in English, but that's not all he's going to teach Grace. An unlikely pairing between a high school student and teacher-in-training is all it takes for an entire town to unleash a world of pain upon Brendon Urie and Grace Drake once their affair sees the light of day. Will their relationship withstand the harsh criticism of a disapproving world? *Should mention that this was inspired by @AnxietyAtTheBall 's "Call It An Obsession", which is an amazing read, and you should check it out if you haven't already.

The clue's in the title. Highest Rating- #22 in random

Alexandria White : a proper church girl who has never lived a day in her life. Brendon Urie : the pastor's son who demands to live a life full of nothing but thrill. what happens when their paths cross? do opposites really attract? - "I wanted a change in life. I want to finally feel a rush in my bones. the night I actually looked up to the stars and asked for a change I didn't expect much, but something happened. the change I got was something I never would have guessed and certainly not something I would have wished for. I got Brendon Urie."

"I-I'm gonna go... s-shower." "M'kay." he said, "I'll be here." I ran Into his room and grabbed my shorts and a tank top from the extra dresser he kept here for me for when my mom was out of town. All I could find in my underwear were thongs, ones that I knew I didn't buy. "Brendon what the hell did you do with my regular underwear, and where did those thongs come from?" "I gave you a Victorias Secret makeover." "Oh," I blushed, "Well, thank you." I walked back into his room and undressed. I shut his door and turned the shower on to lukewarm. When I stepped in I let the water trickle down my back. I shampooed and conditioned my short hair and washed my body with all the shampoo that he kept for me. It only took another 15 minutes to shave everything. Then I stepped out into the cold air of the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around myself and dried off a bit before putting anything on. I put on my cerulean blue lace thong and bra. It was a beautiful set and I was in love with it. I started to dry my hair with a towel when I realized I left the rest of my clothes in Brendons room. I threw the towel in the hamper and looked at my shiny black toe nails as I walked into brendons room. I looked around for the clothes but all I saw was Brendon sitting on the bed. Suddenly I became more self conscious. I looked around for something to hider myself but there was nothing. Finally I saw a blanket but when I reached for it Brendon said, "No," "What?" He stood up. "I wanted to see how you looked in them." I blushed as he came closer to me and grabbed my hands. "God, you are so fucking beautiful."

~BOOK 3 OF THE BRENDON URIE/PANIC! AT THE DISCO TRILOGY~ About a year has past since the turn of events Brendon and Hannah had to encounter. But their problems aren't finished just yet. For Brendon focuses more on writing music and touring than he should be, leaving Hannah stressed and trying to cope with everything. Will a new addition to the family fix the dense air between them, or make matters worse than before? Will things end they way they wanted? Or will there be pain and heartbreak?

(Formerly titled If You Change Your Mind You Know Where To Find Me) Asteria Vayne is a graphic design intern at Fueled By Ramen. When given the opportunity to work with her favorite band, she thinks all of her dreams have come true. A dream job in New York, a free ride at a prestigious university, and the opportunity of a lifetime. But when her dreams become too good to be true, she finds herself on an emotional rollercoaster that she can't get off of.

Kristine's life went as it usually did... Wake up, go to school, embarrass oneself at school, come home, hide from the world, repeat the next day. It was all normal... that was until he came into her life. Brendon, the witty, charming, sophisticated- and not to mention older- new next door neighbor. Being in a band and incredibly smart, he was everything Kristine has ever wanted. He was perfect (in her eyes, anyway) But when secrets are revealed, and promises aren't kept. Her perfect man may not be who she thought he was.

He stalked towards me, hunger in his once bright eyes, his body as rigid as a predator ready for the kill. With my back against the wall I searched for my escape, for even a glimmer of hope in this dark pit of hell; nothing. Here I was, face to face with what one can only describe as a raging psychopath, and all I could do was cower with my knees to my chest. In seconds a pressure wrapped its stinging presence around my throat, hoisting me from the floor until my tip-toes barely grazed the tile beneath me. Violently clawing at the fleshy fingers, I fought with every bit of strength I had. "I love it when you squirm. It makes it all the more thrilling." Hot breath caressed my ear, spilling the acidity of his words into my very core. "What happened to you?" I pleaded, trying to reach out to whatever part of the real him was still left. "Well, you see my dear, a lot of things can happen behind these walls." Cover designed by AnxietyAtTheBall, whom I absolutely love!

"how many boys have you fucked?" "I think that's inappropriate, sir." (i wrote this a while back and it's makes me cringe so fucking hard. currently i'm in the midst of rewriting each chapter).

{Completed} - I smiled at him, taking the hand from my knee and intertwining our fingers together, silencing his bouncing leg. "So far this night has turned out quite cliché hasn't it?" I spoke as he grinned sheepishly and gazed down at our hands. "A girl and a boy sneak out together, expecting to explore the city. The girl," I motioned to myself, "is approached by an overly confident guy who gets beaten to the ground by the seemingly smaller boy," I motioned to Brendon who frowned slightly, "who she then develops feelings for at the sight of his strength." "And here we are," he smirked, lifting up our intertwined fingers. "Yes, and are you going to tell me where we are going now?" He grinned widely as his eyes moved past mine out of the bus window. He slid his fingers out of my grasp to point at a large flickering sign that read, House of Memories, in an intensely fluorescent blue. (I promise this is more of a band fic than a story about high school lol, in other words, I like to think it gets better as the story progresses so, pls bare with me)