You're veteran with PTSD who unexpectedly gets hired as a security guard for Panic! at the Disco. Your bond with Brendon grows stronger over your shared struggles with anxiety and you realize you're not so different from each other.

You're shy about your singing voice, but Brendon helps you find your confidence. Feelings, cuteness, hurt/comfort, and smut ensue.

Gerard was visiting his grandma's grave. Just a normal routine. Then as he was heading back to his car he saw her. She was covered in blood. Her long black hair was matted in it. She was sat on the mausoleum steps, holding her side and drinking a bottle of vodka. He couldn't just walk away. She needed help. After a lot of effort on his part, he managed to get her to his home. She doesn't talk, she jumps at every little sound and she was very figitty. Who is she? What happened to her? Gerard will do whatever he has to to find out.

- Involves smut - Female Reader Frank got bullied at his old school. He was different than all the sporty kids and bad boys. He was a little shy and didn't talk much. Even though deep inside if someone were to talk to him he would be able to show his funny, childish, upbeat personality. So knowing that, he moved to New York to get a hopefully fresh start. He was afraid of being bullied and not having anyone to help him through it, until he laid his eyes on a girl. She reminded him of himself. Shy, awkward, and a little quirky. But most of all she was beautiful... he knows he shouldn't think that way about her. I mean, he just met her. But there was something about her that made him be truly himself. Sorry I'm bad at descriptions :/

I guess I'm not the only one who likes that bench.

‼️PLEASE READ‼️ I do NOT write waycest or frerard, so PLEASE DO NOT add my stories to folders dedicated to them. Thank you, and please enjoy.