Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

You're just an anti social concert obsessed person. Your favorite band? Panic! At the Disco obviously but will someone notice you that you never though would?

A story about you finding notes in your locker everyday. By who? you don't know. (please read the first chapter for warnings!)

Kenadee was in a happy relashinship till her boyfriend of 3 years had cheated on her at a black veil brides concert. When she found out she winded up falling into the arms of Andy biersack.

You are backstage at a BVB concert when you mysteriously pass out and wake up in what looks like BVB's tour bus. What will happen when you and Andy fall for eachother? WARNING! Will contain self-harm/suicidal thoughts.

This about andy biersack when he was in high school. You're 17 and he's 18 at the time. *trigger warning* You have been best friends since you were little. You had problems with cutting, depression, anxiety, and starving yourself. He helps you through everything.

As you can see from the title, this is an Andy Biersack x Reader story. This story may contain vulgar language, sexual content, and violence.

When all seems hopeless and broken you only have your pains to fill in the gap but when two new guys go to your school one will change your life and show you a different way

Andy Biersack fanfic WARNING: contains cussing, possibly sexual content (idk yet) and self harm. I will put up trigger warnings before and after.

I was sitting in my garden, watching my sister play in the freshly fallen snow, when all of a sudden I hear an unfamiliar voice behind me. "Whatcha drawing there, Snowflake?"