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ghoulgirlwrites · 11 months

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So Don’t Hate Me, Trust In Me

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader

Era: Danger Days

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~1500

Summary/Request: So I was thinking about a Frank X fem!Reader (she/her) during Danger Days era, where they are really close and it's obvious they like each other, and Frank is more forward with liking her, but she's insecure bc she doesn't have any experience with relationships and intimacy (even just handholing and stuff), and is worried he'd be disappointed, maybe even something like she's not good enough for him. And he gets her to talk about it to him and is really understanding and reassuring, and willing to give her time and space, but she feels better after the conversation and wants to try. So basically angst to fluff?

A/N: I LOVED writing this one. It was one of the first fics I worked on in getting out of my hiatus and it was just everything I wanted in a request (particularly Danger Days Frank). Enjoy!

You’d just started a new job as Frank’s guitar tech. It was a dream job for you, since you wanted to work with bands and travel around the world, but you were too shy to get onstage yourself. MyChem were currently on tour promoting their newest album, Danger Days, and you were excited to work for them, since you’d been friends with Frank since shortly before Revenge had come out.

But the best part of the job was getting to work with Frank. The rest of the band was super nice and welcoming, but Frank was so generous and he seemed to care about making your job easier whenever he could. Every time you switched out a guitar for him, he’d grin at you as if you were his personal savior. When you’d first started working for Frank, you’d been nervous that it would affect your friendship, but it had only brought you closer.

However, you were trying to be cautious because you knew you were starting to fall for him. You figured that he was just nice to you because he was nice to the rest of the crew, but you often caught yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him or to run your fingers through his hair, which he’d taken to wearing longer, down to his shoulders. You knew you couldn’t act on these feelings because you figured he’d never like you back and saying or doing the wrong thing could put you out of a job and you really wanted to keep working with him, not just because of your crush.

You were just about finished setting up before MyChem took the stage for tonight. You handed Frank his first guitar and he put his hand over yours on the neck of the instrument, holding you in his hazel eyed gaze.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome.” You felt proud that your voice didn’t tremble and you prayed he didn’t notice your hand shaking beneath his.

He turned to head to the side of the stage, but then ran back to you.

“Did you forget something, Frank?” You asked.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say you look really nice tonight,” he said.

Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. “Thanks.”

You watched him play his heart out, still bewildered from the compliment he’d given you. It wasn’t the first time, but usually his praise was about your work. Your stomach fluttered at the idea that he noticed how you looked. You usually dressed for comfort, in jeans, band shirts, and hoodies and you weren’t dressed that differently tonight, apart from the fact that you were wearing your favorite hoodie. You liked it because it was comfortable, but you also thought that it brought out the color in your eyes.

The show was nearing the end, when Gerard started walking around the stage as he spoke into his microphone.

“So before we play our last song, we wanted to give a big thank you to our crew who do such an amazing job at every show. Thank you to our merch, our lights and sound people--”

Frank cut in. “And I just wanted to call my guitar tech, Y/N, to the stage for a minute. Y/N, where you at, girl?”

Your face burned as you shrunk back, but you saw Frank walking over to you, his guitar still slung around his neck. He lifted one hand, beckoning you gently with one finger. “Come on,” he mouthed, his lips curling in a sweet smile.

You sighed, walking onstage to a crowd of thousands, who were all screaming for you. ‘Bet they’d scream for just about anything if Frank told them to,’ you thought bitterly to yourself. But all thoughts went out of your head as Frank took your hand and led you over to his mic so he could talk.

“This is Y/N, my amazing guitar tech, she keeps me in line all night, can we give her a big round of applause?” Frank asked the crowd, lifting his arms up towards the pit. You blushed over his comment about “keeping him in line all night,” and hoped the stage lights didn’t show how red you felt.

The crowd went wild once again and your face burned even more as you felt Frank wrap his arm around you and pull you into a hug, discreetly kissing your cheek. It was such a quick peck that you were almost sure you’d imagined it, but when Frank pulled away from you, he was blushing too, but grinning, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling.

Frank finally let you go and you escaped to the sanctuary of backstage. You hadn’t wanted to hurt Frank’s feelings by running away, but it made you nervous being in the spotlight. And that kiss on your cheek had made your heart soar, but now you felt nervous. What did it mean?

After that night, you tried to keep yourself busy and limit your interactions with Frank. You didn’t know what his intentions were and you were scared you weren’t good enough for him. You had never really dated anyone and you knew he’d had quite a few relationships, so you were also afraid that your inexperience would be a turnoff for him.

It was hard to totally avoid him though, especially since you worked for him and you’d seen his face fall enough to know that he’d noticed and wasn’t happy about it, but you couldn’t help it.

Finally, he cornered you one day backstage while one of the opening bands set up for their set.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured.

Your heart stopped. You were caught. There was no avoiding the conversation now. You swallowed hard. “Frank, I…I’m sorry. Can we talk about this somewhere more private?” As you said this, you saw Gerard out of the corner of your eye, looking over at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowed. Gerard was hard to miss these days, with his bright red hair.

Frank nodded and you let him take your hand and pull you away from everyone else. Once you’d stopped walking, he held your hand in his still, loose enough that you could let go if you wanted to, but tight enough that you could sense that Frank didn’t want to let you go.

He sighed. “Look, I--I’m sorry if I scared you off that night when I called you onstage, but I just--I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I like you, I just didn’t really know how. I didn’t plan on kissing your cheek, it just happened, so if you’ve been avoiding me because of that, I’m so sorry. I never want to make you uncomfortable and I want you to know that we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to pretend this never happened, we can do that, if you want to leave tour--”

You’d been listening to him ramble, your heart fluttering in your chest as he said everything you’d hoped to hear from him, but when he mentioned you leaving tour, you had to stop him. “Frank, I don’t wanna leave tour.”

His face lit up with a cautious sort of hope. “You don’t?”

You shook your head, offering him a small smile. “No, I don’t.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank God. So what is it then? I miss you and I want us to be good again.”

You sighed. “I like you too. I like you so much that it scares me. A-and I could tell you liked me too and that scared me even more.”

He frowned. “Why? You never have to be afraid of me, you know that.”

You bit your lip. “I know. It’s not that. It’s just that…you know I’m not very experienced when it comes to this kind of thing. And I’m insecure that I’ll screw it up, or that I won’t be good at…you know.” You trailed off, blushing furiously.

His full lips curved in a slight smile, his hazel eyes full of warmth and love for you. “Y/N, you’re going to be amazing, because you’re amazing. But we can slow things down, I can…I can back off a little if that’s what you need.”

You nodded. “Not too far back though,” you whispered, smiling slightly.

He reached his hand out to yours, linking your pinky with yours. The simple, gentle touch felt amazing.

“Better?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, reaching up with your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. It had grown down to his shoulders and you loved the way it looked, even when it obscured his beautiful eyes. “Thanks, Frank.”

He smiled. “Of course.”

The two of you took things slow over the next few months. Frank was unendingly patient with you, which made you feel brave enough to progress your relationship. You still worked for him, since it gave the two of you the chance to spend a lot of time together and travel around the world. You loved watching him play music and jump around the stage like a maniac. And after every show, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

#my chemical romance #my chemical romance fanfic #my chemical romance imagine #frank iero fanfic #frank iero imagine #frank iero x reader #mychem fanfiction #my chemical romance x reader #my chemical romance fic #mcr x reader #mcr fanfiction #mcr fic #mcr

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ghoulgirlwrites · 11 months

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Hello! Maybe if you don't mind you could please write a black parade era mikey x reader with she/her pronouns please. I was thinking maybe he's having a bad day and she let's him sleep on her couch and (with consent:) it turns into kissing. Thank u very much!

Sorry you had to wait so long for this! It's posted here

#answered #requests

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ghoulgirlwrites · 11 months

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God Only Knows What I’d Be Without You

Pairing: Mikey Way x Female Reader

Era: The Black Parade

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~1500

Summary/Request: Hello! Maybe if you don't mind you could please write a black parade era mikey x reader with she/her pronouns please. I was thinking maybe he's having a bad day and she let's him sleep on her couch and (with consent:) it turns into kissing. Thank u very much!

A/N: Sorry this took SO long, but it's been a crazy year. Enjoy! Title taken from God Only Knows by The Beach Boys, one of my faves

You’d been best friends with Mikey since you were kids, having been next door neighbors in Jersey. Of course, you supported him when he’d started a band with his older brother, Gerard, and you were so excited when the band blew up, drawing in fans from all over the world.

Mikey had recently moved out to LA for recording, meanwhile you’d stayed in Jersey, living in an apartment with a friend you’d met in college. You missed Mikey terribly, but you’d never admit just how much. Your other friends teased you mercilessly about him already, you shuddered to think what they might do with that information.

You’d just woken up and went into the kitchen to make coffee, when your cell phone rang, Mikey’s name popping up on the screen.

“Hey!” You said, and you felt yourself beginning to smile.

“Hi,” he said, his voice stretched thin.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, immediately picking up on the exhaustion in his voice.

He sighed. “I--I messed everything up.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Just--just recording stuff. I’ll tell you more later, since I’m coming home,” he said.

“Coming home?” You asked, convinced you’d heard him wrong.

“Yeah, they kinda told me to take some time off, so I’ll land in Jersey this evening,” he said, sounding utterly defeated.

Your chest clenched. “Aw Mikes, I’m so sorry. I can pick you up from the airport and you can stay with me for as long as you need.”

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, totally. My roommate’s gone for the weekend and I’m sure she won’t mind even when she gets back,” you said.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said.

“Of course. Is there anything else you need?” You asked.

“No, I should be good. My flight gets in at eight tonight,” he said.

“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t wait to see you,” he said.

“Same here.”

He gave you his flight info, then you hung up shortly after that. You quickly set out to clean your apartment to make sure it was ready for when Mikey arrived, until it was time for you to go pick him up at the airport. The drive went by quickly and soon, you found yourself at baggage claim, keeping an eye out for your tall friend.

Sure enough, you spotted his dark blonde hair from across the way and quickly ran to him. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, but as soon as he saw you, his whole face lit up in a big grin, one that he usually reserved just for you.

He set down his bags to pull you into a big hug. You felt him press his cheek into the top of your head as you breathed in his comforting scent. It seemed crazy how much you missed him. All too soon, you both pulled away and you looked up at him.

“How was your flight?” You asked.

He sighed. “Long. I’m ready to be home with you.”

“Well, lucky for you, that’s exactly where we’re going,” you said.

You helped him carry his bags to the car and loaded them in the trunk. The drive to your place was quiet. You wanted to hear all about the recording process, but you knew that was a touchy subject for Mikey right now, so you didn’t push him. When you glanced over at him, you saw him gazing out the window, looking as if his mind was miles away from here. You weren’t sure what had happened, but you hoped the other guys hadn’t been too hard on Mikey.

You got back to your apartment and decided to order Mexican food for delivery. As you sat on your couch eating together, you turned to Mikey.

“So what happened?” You asked.

He sighed, looking away from you. “It’s just…there’s so much pressure on us to make a good record after Three Cheers and Gerard isn’t in a good place and also did I mention that the mansion where we’re staying is haunted and really creepy?”

He paused, and you tried to think of what to say next, but he wasn’t done. “So one day I couldn’t do whatever everyone expected from me and Ray yelled at me and I just…couldn’t do it anymore. That’s when I called you and said I was coming home.”

“Do they know where you are?” You asked.

He swallowed. “Yeah. I told Gerard I was leaving and I said he could tell the others. I couldn’t stay longer to tell all of them.”

“I understand.”

“I just--I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know if I can finish the album like this,” he whispered.

You took his hand in yours, causing him to look up at you, pain in his hazel eyes. “Don’t think about that. I know it’s hard, but right now, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. You can stay here with me for as long as you need.”

He nodded. “Thanks, Y/N. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.”

Once the two of you finished eating, you decided to put on a movie to wind down. You found yourself snuggling into him and pretty soon, his arm was around your shoulders. Suddenly, the movie seemed utterly boring and you found yourself peeking up at Mikey. Your cheeks burned as you realized he was already watching you, but instead of looking away, he held your gaze. You both leaned in, and soon, your lips met his. His mouth was soft and warm against yours as he caressed your cheek with fingers calloused from bass playing.

Too soon, you broke away. You could see the pink in his cheeks and you guessed yours were just as red. You each turned back to the movie, as if it was suddenly the most exciting thing in the world.

Mikey didn’t last long after that. You ended up sitting on the end of the sofa with his head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he dozed.

The movie ended and he was still fast asleep, so you excused yourself to your own room and went to sleep, hoping he had what he needed for the night. You didn’t want to wake him to find out.

You awoke early the next morning. Mikey was still asleep on the couch, so you decided to put the coffee pot on and start making breakfast. The aroma of the coffee must have stirred him from his rest because you heard him groan and yawn. You poured him a cup, done up with a little cream and lots of sugar, just how he liked it. He was just sitting up and stretching when you came in the room with a mug in each hand and gave him his. He smiled gratefully at you.

“Morning,” you said.

“Morning, thanks for the coffee.”

You smiled. “Of course.”

“Can I help with breakfast?” He asked, peering over your shoulder in the direction of the kitchen.

“You don’t have to, but I wouldn’t mind the extra help,” you said.

“I’d love to!” He said, getting up from the couch and stretching again.

You’d decided to keep it simple this morning, just eggs and toast. He took over scrambling the eggs while you made the toast.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to talk about the kiss.”

You gulped. “Okay.”

“Look, you know me. You know I don’t…I don’t do stuff like that very often. And I’d never do anything to hurt our friendship. That wasn’t just a kiss to me,” he said.

“Me neither,” you said.

You heard him take a deep breath. “And uh…there’sHello! Maybe if you don't mind you could please write a black parade era mikey x reader with she/her pronouns please. I was thinking maybe he's having a bad day and she let's him sleep on her couch and (with consent:) it turns into kissing. Thank u very much!…there’s another reason why I left. I mean…that I left and came here.”

“What is it?”

He was quiet for a moment, as if he was weighing what he’d say next. “I like you. A lot. And I just thought…that even if I lost MCR, that at least I’d have you. Is that stupid?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not! I like you too, Mikes. I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you for ages, but I guess you beat me to it.” You couldn’t help but smile.

He returned your smile. “Guess so.”

“And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’ll lose MCR. I just think you need a little break and soon you’ll be back and better than ever. And I know the album’s gonna be great.”

“You haven’t heard it yet!”

“That’s how much I believe in you.”

You finished making breakfast and ate together. The two of you found it hard to keep from grinning at each other, and pretty soon, your cheeks ached. After breakfast, you decided to lay back down together in your bed, Mikey curled up behind you, his arm draped around your waist. It was the most comfortable you’d been in ages.

#mikey way #mikey way x reader #my chemical romance #my chemical romance fanfic #my chemical romance imagine

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ghoulgirlwrites · 1 year

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he has no right being so shocked

#alright which one of my fic requests was secretly Frank #joking but also not

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ghoulgirlwrites · 2 years

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Hi! Could I please have Jay (Okja) for the Fool For Love prompt? Thank you and congrats on 500!

Author’s Note | lmao, I made this so so so sappy and so selfish for me bc I am lowkey craving soup rn and like...goshdarnit I just wanna make soup with Jay lmao (because I know that man is a fucking god in the kitchen, he knows all the best vegan recipes)

The quiet moments are few and far between. Neither you or Jay live the kind of lives that allow for the indulgences that many couples can.

Jay has about a dozen different ethical dilemmas with most date ideas. That doesn't even scratch the fact that you simply don't have the time. Who would've thought that being a part of an animal rights organization would leave you and Jay moving almost all the time?

Home doesn't have a firm definition. You both travel from base to base and occasionally settle at cheap apartments in between missions.

It's in one of these apartments where a tradition is born. When you're standing over a cutting board, peeling carrots for soup. You often made humble meals like these, a light vegetable broth and with soft, bread dumplings that float to the top.

It's cheap and easy, perfect after a long day. And it's one of these long days when you feel Jay's palms lay over your shoulders. He gives them a firm squeeze, making you groan slightly. You hadn't really had the time to notice how weighed your bones felt, how your muscles were just beginning to ache and the slight pinching pain that the base of your spine that needled up your back

Jay's fingers still press into your flesh tentatively. "How about you let me take care of that once you're finished peeling?" You don't see him nod but you know that he's talking about dinner.

"Already done." you murmur. Without a second of hesitation, you set the peeler down and step to the side, allowing Jay to take your place at the counter.

He rolls up the sleeves of his button up, revealing his toned forearms, dotted with sparse freckles. You love being reminded of his proficiency in the kitchen and you can't help but chew on the inside of your cheek as you watch him.

He goes to work with a finesse that you enjoy watching, slicing through the vegetables and making consistent, bite size circles that you can practically taste already.

Even though you're sure that Jay could make the entirety of the meal himself, you don't like the idea of standing around.

So you start mixing together the batter for drop dumplings; flicking a little bit of flour in Jay's direction in an attempt to break his focus. He simply rolls his eyes and continues chopping, saying in his soft voice, "If you keep that up, dinner won't be ready until midnight."

"That doesn't sound terrible." you reply. And Jay chuckles. That's the sound that tells you that he's had a good day; he's up for a little bit of playful teasing.

You like that side of him. Most everyone sees his calm, collected, stoic demeanor. His energy when he enters a room is palpable. Without entirely meaning to, Jay intimidates and disarms nearly everyone you know.

You don't care if it makes you selfish, but you're glad that you're one of the only creatures on Earth who gets more than the occasional glimpse of the other side of his poise. Because on that side of the blade is a grace that nearly steals the breath from you.

This becomes part of your dance with him. At least once a week you prepare the humble soup with him. Sometimes you talk. But it's all mushy, silly things here and there. Jay handing you a sliced vegetable to eat. You hold a spoon of broth to Jay's lips so he can taste it before you drop the dumplings in.

He sips away at the broth and contemplates it for a few seconds, making you sniff lightly at the unintentional drama of the action. Then you smile when he concludes, "It's perfect, just like you always make it."

He kisses you. First on your forehead. Then your nose. And finally his lips will hover over your own. He'll peer down at you through half lidded eyes with a consideration that makes you just as warm as the broth.

Once he seems satisfied with his study of your expression, that's when he leans in, giving you that long awaited kiss to your waiting lips. And you find that he was right. The broth is perfect. Just like always.

Suddenly and secretly, you love making this meal with him week after week. And not just because it's easy. And not just because of how much of a relief it is to have these little hours with him.

But because it's the only time you see Jay go back for seconds on a meal. He'll groan to himself about how he'll regret taking the extra spoonful later before shooting you a small, impish smile and resigning with a sigh, "But, we must all have something to indulge in."

You like how the warmth of the soup turns him into putty. His skin is soft and moldable when you both start to drowse, intertwined on the couch. Empty bowls sit on the coffee table and somehow, every topic of conversation has seemingly been exhausted. But you're still mumbling incoherently, trying to hold onto any sliver of his low, sleepy voice.

You smile slightly when you get your way. "Aren't you exhausted?" he rasps.

"A little..." your words are broken by a yawn.

"Only a little?" Jay teases. You laugh tiredly before burying your head into the comfortable crook of his neck. His hand weaves through your hair as he cradles the back of your neck and plants a kiss on the crown of your head.

Maybe home can be defined. The apartment will always end up being just a place to you. Just a shell where you and him happen to inhabit. The real warmth comes from you and him, bellies full, eyes closing, and hearts humming as you indulge in the peace that is so rare for both of you.

#fic recs #loved this

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ghoulgirlwrites · 2 years

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Oh my gosh this was amazing! Thanks for tagging me, I love seeing stuff like this💜

A Few Very Compelling Arguments - Frank Iero x Reader

Summary: You are new in the band and Frank can’t seem to stand you. After getting hurt by him on stage you decide to quit the band, something Frank is not at all happy about. Reader: fem!Reader Warnings: mentions of mental illness, hints at suicide(?), blood, jealousy, Frank is an asshole in the first half Word Count: 7 702 (don’t ask me what happened there, I don’t know either) A/N: I’ve wanted to write some enemies to lovers with Frank since I read this story by @ghoulgirlwrites a few weeks back. I hope it’s not too similar. Anyways this story sent me on a total enemies to lovers thing, and now you guys have to live with that. Also I take no criticism for writing Frank this vulnerably. We all know he’s sensible, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be afraid to be vulnerable in the presence of the people he loves and trusts.

You weren‘t sure when things had started to change, but you knew you didn’t like it. You had not been in My Chemical Romance for long, a little less than a year. You were a friend of Ray’s, all the way back from his time in college, even though you were several years younger than him. After he had asked you to join the band on tour as their drummer one thing had led to another, and suddenly you had become the fifth member of the band. Then things had been fine, as fine as things could be when you were stuck in a van a majority of the day with a bunch of guys who had yet to discover the concept of taking showers. It was only at the start of this tour, right after the release of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge that Frank had started to change. He had always been very sweet to you before then, polite, friendly. Sure he was somewhat energetic on stage, but off stage he had been nothing but a sweetheart, something that definitely had gotten more to you than it should have.

It started off slow, the poking, the pranks, the nicknames. You knew he loved sneaking bites of other people’s food, or just put on whatever shirt he found on top of the clean laundry basket, no matter who it belonged to. You would not have minded this at all, if it had not always been your plate he stole fries from, or your favourite band shirt he picked to wear on stage.

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#fic recs #I love how you expanded on something I just kinda mentioned in my fic that was really cool!!!#I love Frank being a crying cuddly mess #so much

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ghoulgirlwrites · 2 years

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Not a kid

Pairing: Frank Iero x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: lots of smut, oral (male receiving), sex, fingering, age gap, mentions of abuse.

Summary: the reader works with mcr, and has a crush on Frank. Little does she know he wants her too.

Author note: first of all this is mostly just smut, and I wrote it in an hour. It hasn't really been edited, sorry! Second of all, I do not in any way condone or approve of such big age gaps when someone is so young, there are times when it is truly innocent but the majority of the time it is grooming. If you have struggled because of things like that, please do not read this, and I'm here if you need someone to talk <3

It was like a dream come true. At only 20 years old, you was working for your favourite band: My Chemical Romance. Sure, all you was doing was helping set up the stage but you still got to tour with the people that literally saved your life! It was a miracle you had already gone a few months and hadn't gotten fired due to not being able to concentrate. The initial star-struck awe had washed off, but your crush on Frank Iero hadn't. Though that had lasted years it only grew more intense once you got to know him.

One night, not long after you met, Frank found you backstage. You was curled in a ball, cold and crying. It broke his heart. Without thinking, he grabbed his jacket from the side of the stage and draped it across your shoulders. But you didn't hear him and flinched.

“Geez, Frank, you scared me!” you said, frightened, sad, angry and embarrassed all at once.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You just look really cold.” he crouched down beside you, and you tried not to panic. “What happened?”

“I- it's fine, really. Just some things happened a while ago and it's coming back now, you know?”

Frank rested his hand on your arm and said, “If it's making you cry, it's definitely not nothing. You seem too strong for that.”

You blushed furiously and turned away.

“You don't have to talk to me about it, but please talk to someone. If you leave whatever this is inside, it will only take you down.”

“I don't have anyone else to tell.” you said quietly, head turned away from Frank. But he heard you.

“Then I'm listening.” Frank settled down next to you, prepared for anything. You didn't want Frank to see you like this, but you needed to talk to someone.

“It's just that- OK, so my ex, he- well it wasn't really his fault- I mean, I guess I kinda deserved it, I was being annoying and led him on and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll. First of all, I don't know what happened but it doesn't sound like your fault, if he hurt you in anyway you did not deserve it, OK? Look at me,” Frank gently cupped your face and looked deep in your eyes. You were so scared he could see your broken soul. “You deserve heaven, not some hell spawn.”

There was hope in your eyes for a moment before he turned away.

“You're young, you'll find someone. Just not him, OK?” Once you nodded, Frank added, “so what's been happening and how can I help?”

Months later, you couldn't fall asleep, too busy daydreaming about Frank. He was just... Everything. But you're just some kid in his crew, you have no chance. Get real, he'd never want you. The voices were relentless. You got up to go for a walk.

You still had the keys to the venue, which you gladly opened and went immediately to the stage. There was just something so soothing about the view from there. It made you want to sing, dance, play. Just perform in anyway you can. Feel alive.

The stage was comforting but not enough. You saw a guitar side-stage and picked it up, and started strumming a tune you wrote, sitting on the edge of the stage. As always you played it until you got stuck- that incomplete song, the ending you just couldn't find.

“Here, would you let me try something?” Frank's voice came out of nowhere, and once more you started. You turned around to see Frank in a plain black shirt and some PJ pants. Before you could ask, he shrugged and said “Yeah, I couldn't sleep either. Mind if I join you?”

“Ah, sure, go for it,” you said, a little intimidated that the Frank Iero had heard a song you hadn't finished writing.

Frank sat next to you, legs off the front of the stage. He watched you try to play that last bit, and saw how you got stuck.

“Would you let me try something?” he asked, voice so soft it sent a chill down your spine.

“Sure, go for it.” you were about to hand him the guitar, but then he was behind you, chest against your back, holding the guitar around you. He gently placed your hands on the frets, and said in a low voice “like this,” as he played for a second.

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on the music, but you could feel Frank against you. You took a deep breath and played. It was perfect.

You shifted and turned your head to look at Frank as best you could.

“Thank you,” you said, trying to keep your eyes on his. But you watched as his fell to your lips, then back up. You could feel his breath brush your face. You both lent in a little, and as you closed your eyes, Frank spoke.

“I.. I can't I'm sorry.” With all the self restraint he had, he turned away, and stood. “You're just a kid, you work for my band, we... this can't happen.”

You huffed. “Frank, I'm not a child...” the anger ran out. “But I guess you're right. It's wrong, we shouldn't.” You put the guitar down, stood up and started to walk away.

“Y/N, wait,” Frank begged.

You kept walking.

“Y/N, please. Please wait.”

You stopped but didn't turn around, fearing your tears may fall, and if he held you, you couldn't stop yourself.

“You deserve better, alright? Remember when I told you that you deserve heaven?” Frank sighed. “You're an angel, OK? You deserve better than someone twice your age.”

“Well damn it's creepy when you put it like that.” You said, trying to make light of the situation.

Frank chuckled. “See? Gross, right?”

You smiled, then spoke. “Frank, you don't get it. I'm an adult. You're an adult. You're not some older dude, you're a hero. I look up to you, I... I really like you. I can't turn off my heart, I don't care if it's wrong.” You turned around.

Frank walked over to you, and in a low voice, murmured, “You really mean that?”

“Yes.”

“And you're sure you want this?” Frank was standing impossibly close to you now, and you shivered.

You nodded.

“Verbal, please.”

“Yes, Frank. Hell, I've wanted you forever.” With that, Frank's hands were cupping your cheeks as he kissed you deeply.

The kiss wasn't cute. It wasn't a soft first kiss, but rather a passionate need for each other. And like fuel to a fire, the heat only got stronger. Frank had one hand on your cheek and the other around your waist, pulling you closer, and you had one hand on his chest and one in his hair, which you lightly tugged, causing him to gently moan into you.

The two of you ducked backstage, where Frank spun you against a wall and kissed you even harder. Your lips were both getting swollen but neither of you were willing to come up for air. You pulled Frank into you and felt him get hard. You smirked into the kiss as he slipped a hand under your shirt, stopping to check for permission. You took off your shirt, and Frank moaned.

“How the hell are you so sexy and you're not even naked?” He asked, kissing your neck. Your giggle turned into a moan as he sucked and pushed his leg between your thighs. You bucked your hips before you could think about it.

Kissing once more, you pushed Frank away from you and against the wall, watching him smirk. You kissed deeply and began to palm his boner through his pants. Frank gasped into the kiss, and you used this to your advantage, exploring his mouth. You stopped kissing him and frank groaned, disappointed but not going to push you.

Then you dropped to your knees. Frank's eyes widened and his hand ran through his hair.

“Yes or no?” you asked.

“Mmm,” Frank said, struggling to think with the girl he liked for months now kneeling before him.

“Verbal, please,” you teased with a cocky smirk. Frank scoffed, and teased you back, making you hair into a ponytail with his hands and guiding you closer to his cock.

“Yes, please,” was all he said.

You pulled down his pants and boxers, and bit your lip at the sight of him. Frank took a deep breath in anticipation. You began to stroke him slowly, and he let out a loud moan when you kissed his tip. Then you licked a long strip before taking him in your mouth.

When you did, Frank gasped and pushed his head against the wall. You hollowed out your cheeks and started to bob up and down, rubbing what you couldn't. Frank groaned and bucked his hips without thinking.

“'M sorry,” he said, trying to hold himself still. You released him with a 'pop'.

“Frank, I don't care if you buck your hips, you have no idea how long I've wanted this,” you said, immediately sucking him off again. Frank let out a loud moan and started to guide your head up and down his length. You built up speed and Frank bit his lip as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations driving him wild.

“Y/N, I'm close,” he said, stopping guiding you, giving you the choice. After sucking him a little more, you stopped.

“Fuck, you taste so good. But,” you paused, taking a breath, “I really need you in me.”

Frank wasted no time pushing you shorts and panties down in one go, leaving them around you ankles. Kissing you deeply, Frank rubbed your clit a few times, causing you to gasp, before suddenly pushing two fingers inside you. He curled them and ever-so-slowly pushed in and out, feeling you clench around him.

“Please stop teasing me, just fuck me already Frank!”

“Baby, you're so wet and desperate for me. Do I really turn you on that much?” he teased, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your only response was to moan and grind down into his hand.

Frank pulled out and slowly sucked each finger. You bit your lip, watching is mouth. Frank lined himself up, but before pushing in, he looked deep in your eyes.

“Just say the word, and I'll stop.”

“Please don't.”

With that, Frank kissed you harshly and entered you. Both of you moaned into the kiss, and after a moment, Frank lifted you up against, your legs around him, and fucked you hard. His thrusts were near violent and his kisses passionate. You had trouble moving your hips as you were against the wall.

Feeling Frank twitch in you, you knew he was close. You clenched around him and pulled his hair a little as he lift kissed along your neck. He pounded into you at a relentless pace, and you could feel the pit in your stomach as your orgasm built. It wasn't long before Frank found your g spot and started to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge.

You cried out in bliss, Frank slowing down to let you ride out the high, before pounding into you even harder, desperate to cum himself. He was about to cum when he stopped.

“Wait I should pull out.”

“No, please, cum in me.”

“How the hell did you get even hotter with one sentence?” Frank said. You merely laughed, then moaned as Frank's fingers found your clit once more. “Cum with me?” Frank asked, but you both knew it was more of a statement. You'd come together.

Frank built his pace back up, both of you moaning, feeling, kissing, panting. After a minute you felt Frank cum deep inside you, face scrunched up as he groaned and shot his load. The sight and sound was enough to make you cum again, clenching around Frank. The two of you rode out the high, breathing hard, exhausted.

Frank put you down, and you both breathed hard. You expected frank to grab his pants and leave, but instead he kissed you softly. So softly you barely felt it. Then once more, just a little harder. He stopped, but he didn't pull away, leaving his forehead pressed against yours. His eyes were still shut, savouring the moment when you opened you eyes.

When he opened his, he smiled immediately. You laughed a little.

“What?” he asked with bright eyes.

“It's just I never thought I'd get to have sex with Frank Iero when I couldn't sleep because I was thinking of fucking you.”

“That's why you couldn't sleep?” you blushed and looked away “Same reason!”

You both burst out laughing and began to dress.

“So,” you said, pulling your panties and short back up, “does this mean you feel the same?”

Frank heard the anxiety in your voice.

“Y/N, I really like you. I have since I saw you but I knew that this would be kinda wrong.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “But yeah, I like you.”

You pulled your shirt back on and smiled, both of you walking out from the curtain wing and across the stage.

“I know you think it's wrong, and it probably is a little, but is there any chance you'd maybe want to go on a date?” You asked.

“If you're OK with it, I'd like you to be my girlfriend, if that answers your question.”

You beamed.

“I say yes if you do.”

Frank smiled, and helped you jump from the stage. His hands stayed around your waist, and he kissed you. You could feel the smile on his lips.

“Definitely.”

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Jet Star x reader fic (nonbinary they/them) where the reader has had a crush on Jet for a while but has been trying to hide it. Then they end up having to travel for some reason only to find out there's just 1 bed for the two of them? I know its cliche but I just love this trope. Thank you!!

Hello lovely! Sorry this took me so long, it’s finally here

Enjoy! <3

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Keep You Safe Tonight

Pairing: Jet Star x Non-Binary Reader (they/them)

Era: Killjoy AU

Requested by: @broke-and-overwhelmed

Word Count: ~1700

Summary/Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Jet Star x reader fic (nonbinary they/them) where the reader has had a crush on Jet for a while but has been trying to hide it. Then they end up having to travel for some reason only to find out there's just 1 bed for the two of them? I know its cliche but I just love this trope. Thank you!!

A/N: Here it is! Thank you for your patience, hope you enjoy! Also Jet having a motorcycle just fits idk.

You and your fellow Fabulous Killjoys were just arriving back at the diner from another successful mission, when Jet Star stopped you before you could go inside, his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/K/N?” He asked.

You turned to face him, trying to ignore the way his hand felt like it was burning you. “Yeah?”

“You did really good today,” he said.

You felt yourself brighten as you soaked in his praise. You knew Jet didn’t hand out compliments often and he was more difficult to impress than the other Killjoys. He wasn’t an ass or anything, he just wasn’t as open about his opinions.

But you didn’t want him to know how you felt about him, at least not yet, so you schooled your facial expression, hoping to achieve a casual look.

“Thanks,” you said, grateful your voice didn’t tremble over the single word.

“You’re welcome,” he said, smiling at you.

He let his hand linger on your shoulder for another moment before letting you go and following you into the diner. He went into the back room for something and you just stood in the main part of the diner, wondering what had just transpired between the two of you, if it was actually as significant as you wanted it to be.

“I know you like Jet,” said a voice behind you.

You spun around, to see Fun Ghoul laying on his back on the bench seat of one of the booths. He was currently tossing a rubber band ball towards the ceiling, before catching it in his gloved hand.

You strode towards him, snatching the ball from midair before Fun could catch it again.

“Hey!” He cried, reaching for it, but you held it above his head.

“You better not tell anyone what you know or expect to get a very unpleasant surprise,” you said.

He rolled his eyes, smirking. “I know something else too, but it’ll cost you to find out.”

You groaned. “What do you want?”

He smirked, tilting his head to the side as he considered you. “Clean my blaster and make sure all my shit is stocked for the next two weeks.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. What else do you know?”

“I know he likes you back,” he said, wearing what could only be described as a shit-eating grin.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You better not be messing with me.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m not! I just know things, that’s all.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “How do you know then?” Fun went to reply, but you put a hand up. “And before you answer, you can’t blackmail me into doing anymore of your grunt work, so don’t even try it.”

“I wasn’t,” he grumbled. “I know because it’s totally obvious. You just don’t see it because you’re not an objective observer.”

You sized him up. “And you are?”

He nodded sagely. “Yes I am, in fact. And lucky for you, I’m also a kickass matchmaker and I’m willing to help you out of the goodness of my heart.”

“How?” You asked.

“I’m so glad you asked. You see, Poison asked Jet and me to head to Zone 6 to scout some Killjoy camps, but I’m going to make a strong case for you to go instead,” he said.

“Why would you do that?” You asked.

“Because I wanna see you two lovebirds happy,” he said. You considered him shrewdly. “Aaaand I kinda don’t wanna go myself, so this would mean I don’t have to.”

“And there it is,” you deadpanned.

“Come on, it’s a good offer. How often do you get the chance to have that much alone time with him?”

“Not often,” you admitted.

“See? It’s perfect!”

“How do you know Party will go for it?” You asked.

Fun smirked. “You forget how annoying I can be.”

You snorted. “Like anyone could forget that. When do Jet and I leave?”

“Two days from now,” he said.

You winced. “That’s soon.”

“The sooner, the better, I think,” Fun said.

You sighed. “Fine.”

After dinner that night, Jet sidled up to you, looking a bit nervous. “So I guess you heard Fun bailed on the scouting mission.”

“Yeah, he’s so fucking lazy,” you replied.

“Well, I think it’ll be nice. I’m looking forward to spending some alone time with you,” he said.

Your stomach fluttered as you met his gaze, only finding sincerity behind his eyes. “Me too.”

Two days flew by. You awoke bright and early on the big day, unable to sleep due to nerves. You were almost regretting taking Fun’s bargain. What if you and Jet didn’t have anything to talk about and the whole journey was filled with awkward silences? What if Fun was wrong and you made a fool of yourself?

But it was too late to back out now, and Jet even seemed to be looking forward to it. You’d noticed a spring in his step since the two of you had talked about it and you couldn’t deny that his anticipation was infectious.

You both attached your rucksacks to his motorbike, before he climbed on and looked back at you. When Ghoul had convinced you to go with Jet, you hadn’t realized that you’d be taking his motorbike, meaning a long drive with your arms wrapped around Jet’s waist, your face pressed against his back…

“Y/K/N?” Jet asked, shaking you from your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Something wrong?”

You shook your head, partly to answer him and partly in the hopes that you could shake away the thoughts you were having.

“No, I’m all set, sorry,” you mumbled, before climbing on behind him.

“Good. Hold on tight, okay?” He asked.

“‘Kay,” you managed as you slunk your arms around his midsection, trying not to squeeze too hard.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Yup,” you said.

Then he started the engine and the two of you zipped off. The bike was loud, so there weren't many opportunities to talk. You just watched as the desert went by in blurs of red and brown, occasionally stealing glances at Jet’s face. You liked watching him ride his bike, whether or not you were on it with him, because of how exhilarated he looked, all the stress of being a killjoy on the run from BLI seeming to melt away.

Before you knew it, it was dark. You had yet to reach your destination, but Jet decided he was tired and wanted to rest at a motel you’d passed. There weren’t many left in the Zones, many having been destroyed beyond repair by BLI, so you knew that you might not get another opportunity to find a relatively safe place to rest.

The motel only had one vacancy, Jet took it, quickly paying before you could properly object. You muttered something about paying him back later but he acted like he hadn’t heard you.

You both got your things and brought what you needed into the room. As you both looked around, you quickly noticed there was only one bed. Your eyes widened.

“Okay, no big deal. It’s just a room with a bed,” you said.

“I can sleep on the floor…” he offered, but based on his half-hearted tone, it sounded like he wanted to sleep on the floor about as much as you wanted him to.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s only for one night, right?” You asked.

“Right,” he said.

The two of you got ready for bed in slightly awkward silence. You were the first to climb into bed, while Jet just watched you.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asked, eyeing you warily.

“Of course. Come on, Jet,” you said, patting the other side of the bad.

Thankfully, he obliged, coming over and getting into bed after you.

“Night, Y/K/N,” he said, switching off the light on the nightstand next to him.

“Night, Jet,” you said.

You tossed and turned for a while, and then sighed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I’m cold,” you whined.

Jet chuckled. “C’mere.” In the dark, you could just barely see him holding his arms out, inviting you to cuddle in his embrace.

You gladly took him up on the offer, shifting over to his side of the bed.

“Better?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you murmured.

You drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sound of his breathing and the warmth of his body against yours.

You awoke the next morning with your limbs tangled up with Jet’s. You’d been dreaming of this for a really long time, so you shut your eyes again, concentrating on holding perfectly still. You sensed Jet was still asleep and you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispered.

“Dammit,” you hissed, biting your lip.

You went to free yourself from his embrace, but he held you tighter.

“Wait,” he said.

“Yeah?”

He exhaled sharply. “Look, Y/K/N, I know this might be out of line and Party would kill me for doing this, but I really like you. I have for a really long time. I really love fighting alongside you and watching you kick ass. Will you…willyoubemydebutalbum?” He blurted.

You chuckled lightly, giving him a peck on the lips. “I’d love that.”

You didn’t think going on a mission with Jet could be any more enjoyable, but after the morning’s confession, everything just felt easier. You completed what you’d been sent to do and headed home. And it was even better being pressed up against Jet’s back now that you knew he felt the same way about you.

When you reached the diner, you climbed off Jet’s bike and grabbed his hand to pull him off. He smiled at the contact and climbed off, wrapping himself around you.

You heard commotion from inside the diner, then saw out of the corner of your eye Fun, Party, Kobra, and The Girl come out of the diner.

“I knew it! I knew it! Kobra, you owe me!” Fun cried as he jumped up and down, clapping his tattooed hands.

“I don’t owe you shit,” Kobra grumbled.

You turned to them, glaring. “You were betting on us?”

Fun lowered his gaze. “Yeah, that was the other reason why I convinced Party to have you go in my place, but I couldn’t tell you because I couldn’t mess with the bet.”

“So instead you interfered by putting them in a situation where they’d be forced together?” Kobra asked.

“Yup, you got it. Admit it, Kobra, you’re tired of watching Y/K/N pine after Jet,” Fun said.

“But all along, I was pining after them too,” Jet said, giving you a tender look.

“Ew!” The girl cried and everyone laughed.

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