#frank iero x you

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"Feeling Left Out"

all of MCR x drummer!male reader

(mentioned: Ray x Mikey, Gerard x Frank Kinda Implied: Mikey x Frank, Ray x Gerard)

Warnings/tags: Emotional hurt/comfort, extremely self-indulgent, MCR as a polycule with y/n, self-indulgent use of pet names, set sometime during Revenge era

based on how I hide in bathrooms when I get upset at hotels, as mentioned this is extremely self-indulgent :]

The four boys that lay around you, sleeping soundly and holding onto each other, you loved them so much but things were going through your mind. All five of you finished your last performance a couple of days ago and being on the road since then.

Tonight was a hotel night, which was when all of you would gather in the biggest bed the hotel had in a single room and cuddle while watching movies. The movie, which Gerard had picked this time, had ended hours ago but you were still not asleep. You looked at the two pairs on each side of you, both of them looked cozy. Ray and Mikey were practically tangled together on your left, while Gerard and Frank were snuggling on your right. As much as you love seeing them all peaceful, you felt left out.

Tears started to blur your vision, you hated crying around your partners. Just as little sniffles started bubbling up from your throat you got up. Shuffling off the bed as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb your boyfriends, you walked to your suitcase. You quickly moved your clothes around and pulled out your comfort blanket, the blanket you've had since you were born, and walked into the bathroom. The cold tiles made shivers run up your body. You shut the door behind you, lock it, and sit on the floor. The blanket is held close to your chest, running your fingers over the worn texture of the ripped-up and old fabric.

Finally, you let the tears run down your face, but you still made cation to keep as silent as possible with your sobs. You let yourself cry for a while, finding safety in your blanket and the closed door of the bathroom.

You had always felt a little left out of the band, you knew that they never meant to do that logically but right now your mind wasn't being very logical. You were always sitting up at your drum set, watching the rest of the boys dance around and interact. Kisses, hugs, and other things that only served to fluster you, it all made you feel more Isolated.

Of course, you loved to see your boyfriends being happy and jumping around, but it felt like they didn't have time to turn around and even just send you a wink. It's like they always forgot you were there, just keeping the tempo for them to do amazing things on their guitars and hit high notes with their voices. You were in the background, forgettable, merely a drummer. Nothing special, you were a dime a dozen and you knew that. You felt like you didn't contribute to anything relating to the music, they could find a million other drummers better than you. Why were they keeping you around? It must be out of pity, right? There was no other reason. They only included you in cuddles out of pity, they only let you join the band out of pity. You were just a small disabled drummer that was easy to ignore.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from the entryway in the dark. It was the sound of the door handle being pulled, and the door not budging against the lock put in place. The abruptness of the situation made you jump in place on the ground and pull out your thoughts. Your breathing was made heavier by the scare, chest rising up and down fast.

Meanwhile on the other side of the locked door was a perplexed and very tired Frank. He tried the handle once more before looking over at the bed to see who was missing beside him. Realizing that it was you in the bathroom, he returned to the door and noticed the lack of light from the crack under the wood. His eyebrows twisted up in worry and he knocked gently next to the handle.

"Y/N? You in there, hun?" You had always loved that he called you that, made you feel like a 1960s couple, but the most you could respond to the concerned voice was with a hum. Not a decisive or answering hum but more of an acknowledgment of the question. Frank frowned at that, thinking for a few moments before softly asking another question. "Can I come in?"

You didn't know what to do. Should you let him and possibly see your tear-stained face? Or should you keep the door locked and make him walk to the gas station on the corner just to use the bathroom? You couldn’t handle the thought of making Frank pissed off by not opening the door so you got up. You unlocked the door, opened it, and walked out. Frank watched you step out of the bathroom and then sit on the floor by the entryway.

"Sorry." Your voice was barely a whisper, but in the quiet stillness of the room, your boyfriend that was up was able to hear you. Your body and head were facing to the front, but your eyes avoided Frank's shadowy silhouette. You could practically feel his eyes on you as he stared with worry. He then turned into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. Thoughts droned on in your head as your eyes bore into the carpeted ground.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking open again brought you back to the current. Not knowing how long you were zoned out for you looked up at Frank who had just walked out of the closet-sized room. You thought he was just going to go back to the giant shared bed and fall asleep again but he didn’t. Instead, he sat right next to you, pulling his knees up to his chest like you. You must have looked surprised because Frank smiled gently.

“I’m not going to just leave my boyfriend alone to wallow in his thoughts. I’ve seen that face on Gerard plenty of times, what’s going on in that brain, hmm?” He laid his head on top of his knees, facing you as if he was going to decypher your thoughts from your expressions. You took a few seconds to gather your mind, what were you going to tell him exactly? You couldn’t tell him everything, that would be too much, so you settled on a simple answer.

“Just feeling… left out?” You phrased your answer like a question hoping that you wouldn’t hurt Frank’s feelings with your words somehow. He just hummed in response, looking over your face again and waiting for you to go on. When you didn’t continue talking he spoke up, asking another question.

“Left out?” He echoed your words, making sure you knew that he was wanting you to keep talking about how you felt. You hated this, you hate talking about how you felt, especially to people you’re close to. But you continued on anyways, convincing yourself that it would be okay and that Frank had asked to hear your worries.

You took a short breath before starting to dislodge every thought from your mind to your mouth. “I just see you four on stage in front of me, all interacting and dancing around and having fun. I guess I just feel so left out because I’m separated by my drum kit, up and away from the rest of you. And it’s not like I contribute much to the band anyways, I’m just here to keep tempo so all of you can make the music. I joined late. All of you had known each other for so much longer before I ever joined, you all know each other so much more than I do. It just feels like I’m an outsider, even if I’m in the middle of all of you I still feel like I’m not even there.” You stared at the ground, the overwhelming silence swallowing you whole. “Sorry for rambling, that probably sounded stupid, huh?”

Head in your hands, you started to contemplate why you even opened your mouth at all. A sudden intake of a breath beside you made you lift your head, just to try to get a glimpse of what Frank was feeling. “First of all, I want to say that you mean so much to all of us. We all love you so much, and what would happen if you weren’t there to keep the beat going? We would all be lost within the notes of each song. You are so important inside the band and outside. Ask any of the guys and they would all tell you that they love you and think you are extremely important. Sure we knew each other before you got here, but we didn’t have the same chemistry- no pun intended-” He cut himself off, making you chuckle at his little joke.

He picked up where he left off in his sentence, “We didn’t have the same chemistry without you. You showed us how to love, and who to love. You can't be replaced because without out we aren’t anything. We’re just a bunch of discordant guys playing random guitar riffs into the void. Without you there to hold all of us together to a rhythm we don’t exist the same way.” He set a hand on your shoulder, trying his best to comfort you. You had always forgotten how good your short-haired boyfriend was at putting things into words, he really should’ve become a poet. But here he was, using his words to serenade you with sappy comfort.

A smile finally graced your features, and tears started to run down your cheeks again. He brushed some of them away with his sweater sleeve, holding your face after doing so. “You’re so wonderful and important and amazing, my love.” You leaned into him, moving your face from his hands to hide in his shoulder.

“I love you so much, I love you all so much.” That was all you could utter under your breath as you sobbed lightly into one of your boyfriends’ arms. He gently ran his hand up and down your back. The two of you sat on the tile ground for a while until your soft sobs turned to little sniffles. Gently Frank pulled away from you just a bit to look at your face.

“Want to go back to bed?” He softly asked and you nodded your head yes. Frank smiled and put one arm under your shoulders and the other under your knees. He lifted you up, surprising you as he hadn’t done this before. Carrying you to the bed carefully, he tried to stay as quiet as possible until he dropped you onto the bed. You let out an involuntary yelp which made the rest of the group groan and wake.

Looking up at Frank you quickly whispered to him in an incredulous voice, “What was that for, now everyone else is awake.” You were annoyed that you had woken up the other three, hoping they were not mad at you. Frank only chuckled in response to your question and with a normal voice, which was far too loud for the middle of the night, he said, “Cuddle pile.”

You nearly yelped again when Frank jumped on top of you, the rest of the guys surrounding you quickly in a pile. Each of them laid a hand on you, trying to show you that they were all there. Frank only ever called for a cuddle pile when one of you wasn’t feeling well, they knew by now that that meant getting to the person in the middle as fast as possible. You reveled in the warmth of all your boyfriends surrounding you, cuddling into your side or laying on top of you. Just like that all of you gradually drifted off to sleep. You would explain in the morning why Frank had called for a cuddle pile and were sure to get more snuggles far into the evening tomorrow, but for now, all of you rested on the comfortable hotel bed.

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. * . ⋆『𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐰』⋆. * . 

۵ Frank Iero x Reader

↳ Summary: Headlines ran wild with rumors about you and Frank, usually you'd laugh about them together because you two were friends for so long. But one night Frank comes to your home late at night after getting off the road with his bands and true feelings are revealed.

↳ Warnings: light smut, Fluffy shit, Frank being so babygirl.

↳ Word count : 2.6k

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The headlines seemed to never end. No matter what news website you clicked on or magazine you found, there was no shortage of rumors about you and Frank. 

A seemingly innocent photo would surface and dating scandals would rise. It was as if it was impossible for you to have a platonic relationship with a man.

But knowing you and Frank and your personalities, there was always some sort of friendly flirting happening. Even sometimes it wasnt  purposeful, it was just the way your relationship had been for so many years and you were content with it.

You sat on your bed, reading different magazines about yourself when Frank called you crying, dying of laughter.Before you could even greet him, his giggles filled your ears. 

 “Did you see what they put on TMZ about us?”

You immediately panicked, wondering what insane title was on there now. 

It wasn’t anything new, but when your personal relationships were at stake, you hardly took it lightly.

“So we accidentally left Ray at the gas station again, right?and while he was waiting he found this magazine and it says ‘My Chemical Romance Guitar Player Frank Iero Seen With Singer Y/n L/n After An Alleged Hookup Leaving Hotel,’ Dude WHAT?” He squeals.

You couldn’t contain your laughter, not completely sure if it was because of the ridiculous headline or Frank's reaction.

“No fucking way, so they just didn’t happen to see our entire friend group behind us leaving as well?” I retorted.

“They’re getting fucking wild i’m telling you - what’s next? ‘Frank Iero seen sniffing Y/n L/n’s toes?’” He bantered. You could hear him stifling, trying desperately to contain his hysterics. But once you broke out laughing, it all burst out.

This was all too common. There wasn’t a lack of giggling and fits whenever you two were  around another.

You two laughed on the phone for what seemed like hours. Surely his other band mates in the bus with him thought you both were lunatics.

Once you finally calmed down, the whole situation made you feel like  suddenly you were 17 again.

Remembering countless nights you both spent in your backyard when your parents were out. Experiencing so many firsts with each other. Like the first time you both ever got drunk, or the time you stole some weed from your dad and invited him over cause you’d always wanted to try it.

You could hear his giggles in your ear as you both blew smoke out your window. You recalled how you two could not stop talking about how you felt like you were floating as you laid on your carpet floor together, trying to hide giggles from your parents who were just down stairs.

Surely, the tirade your dad gave you when he found out would’ve made you reflect on your actions. But you knew you were lying when you swore to him you’d never do it again.

It wasn’t even the weed itself the reason why you continued ‘borrowing’ it. It was because of how you felt when you and Frank smoked it.

Every single thing you could experience with another boy, you chose to do it with Frank. Your first kiss was with Frank. You begged him for weeks because you really wanted to make a move on the boy you liked, but didn’t want to seem like a beginner, even though you were 16.

Then, at 18, you gave your virginity to him. You knew at the time you loved him, but you weren’t in love with him. And he understood this, that’s why he took off your shirt like he’d done it before, when he hadn’t. He wouldn’t let you know that he in fact too, was giving himself to you as well.

He hoped you would find some conciliation if  he told you he’d done it before. But when it was done and over with, you knew secretly what he was hiding. With a smile you fell asleep next to him, knowing that you were his first as well and you slept with a face of total tranquility that night.

The reckless behavior never stopped with you two, even when you both hit your early twenties.

Early as teenagers you both would not stop talking about how you two wanted to persuade music. So when he first started receiving demo tapes, you both knew you were doing something right.

It wasn’t until a bit later till you got your start. 

Only a few years later you both would be touring the country, playing in places you’d never even heard of, let alone imagined. And you were happy that you could bury the fear that you hadn’t left him behind.

“How long till you get here? I feel like I'll die without you here.” you groaned into your phone. Truthfully, it would only take a few days with Franks till you didn’t feel like yourself.

You couldn’t laugh as much, and you couldn’t crack jokes as much.

“Maybe like,” you could hear him think for a moment before he spoke again, “like 5 hours?”

You turned over to look at your gray wall beside you, decorated in posters and magazines with you starring on the front cover.

8:12pm

Frank heard another whine through his phone before he nodded his head and chuckled.

“I know. But hey do you still want me to come over? It’ll be like 1 am by the time I get there but I can sleep plenty on the bus here.” he offered.

You smiled to yourself before responding, “of course i don’t care what time it is you just need to be here asap.”

“alright then, i’ll see you soon”

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Feeling a nudge on your shoulder was never something you wanted to feel when you were home alone.

So when you opened your eyes and realized it wasn’t a serial killer standing next to your bed, a grin couldn’t help but rise to your cheeks.

“I thought I'd find you with a cake and flowers or some shit.” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

You huffed before pushing him away jokingly, muttering a ‘fuck off’.

“I was about to ring the doorbell when i remembered,” he pulled out a key from his front pocket, holding it between his two fingers in front  of you, “that i had this little guy. I really wanted to scare you but I knew how pissed off you’d be with me and you know I can't handle you being mad at me.”

With a giggle, you pulled his back towards you and onto the bed behind you. You’d later go on to regret your decision as his weight on top of you squeezed the air from your diaphram.

“get off of me!” you said with a groan.

He rolled off you onto your crispy white bed sheets that you’d washed just a few hours prior. “How’d you even make it 3 weeks without me? i thought you’d become an alcoholic by week 2.”

Your mouth gaped open as you snapped to look toward him. “What do you mean how’d I make it? I’m surprised you're even alive without me stopping you from doing dumb shit all the time!” you exclaimed, only slightly offended.

He scoffed, chucking a pillow at your face which hit you straight on the nose. You heard footsteps rush out the room the second that pillow left his fingertips.

Your shout radiated throughout the halls of your home. Frank was already halfway across your living room once he heard your shriek. Moments like these made him feel the same way you'd felt a few hours prior.

Frank was always running from you, and a part of him liked the chase, he liked that it was you running after him.

"You're an asshole!" Frank's arm began to ache because of the amount of time you open handed smacked him, in turn making your palm red in pain.

"Okay okay! fine I'm sorry!" he pleaded, grabbing your wrists in an attempt to stop you, and him being much stronger than you, it worked in calming your attack.

"Fine," Your eyes wandered behind him to your liquor shelf, and an idea sparked, "But you're making me a drink."

" See, we can be civil," his hand then landed on your head, ruffling your hair softly.

Rolling your eyes at him, you sat on a stool on your island, your chin resting on your hands as you watched him grab different bottles of liquor like he's done for you many times before.

...

It's not too long before you're both shitfaced on your couch, talking about your chronicles when you were in your teen years. You cuddled on Frank's side as he lays on his back, taking swigs from a bottle from time to time.

But before you could get too far into reminiscing into yet another story Frank interrupted you, " Y'know, I don't say this too often cause its too sappy but," taking a sip from the heavy glass bottle, "I'm happy I met you that day, y'know after what that asshole did."

"No, don't remind me, I don't wanna think of him!" you groaned, lifting your head off his shoulder looking at him.

"Sorry sorry, but i'm just saying, I don't know what I'd do without you." he said almost quietly.

"You can't say things like that to me."

"Why not?"

A moment of silence passed between you two before you got the courage to speak.

"Cause then I'll want to kiss you."

Frank couldn't exactly tell if you were being serious, and if you were being honest with yourself, you weren't sure either. But it just slipped out and it felt right at the time.

But now because of his silence, you were starting to double down on yourself.

"What, are you trying to make those articles about us true?"

Frank was almost trying to make it a joke, but a part of him wanted you to not take it as one.

"I mean.. would that be so bad?" you shrugged.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You both leered at each other for a minute, wondering who was gonna make the next move. You felt like all the alcohol in you burned up in the air, and that for a moment, maybe everything was meant to be this way, maybe the past years you spent together was meant to lead up to this.

"Are we really gonna do this?" He whispered. But you knew what he meant.

"Do you wanna do this?"

You considered his words for a moment.

A response couldn't leave your lips, but in your concise, knew you wanted it, you wanted him.

Slowly, you leaned into him, his eyes never left your lips. He was looking back and forth between your eyes and lips, like he was fighting some urge.

He nervously licked his lips before gulping hard.

"Wait-"

His hands squeezed your shoulders reassuringly.

"I can't keep going without telling you how I feel."

A pit of dread opened up in your stomach. Your heart started to beat at a pace that was foreign to you. Every beat making your stomach clench, anticipating his response.

"Fuck, you know im bad at these things, but. I love you- no, i'm in love with you. I knew ever since that day. And I know I promised to never talk about it after it was over."

Frank couldn't take the agonizing eye contract any longer and pulled his head down to his chest.

"I didn't tell you at the time, but you were my first too. I wanted to give myself to you because ever since the concept of sex crossed my mind for the first time, I knew I wanted it to be with you. I wanted my first everything to be with you. And I realized as I laid with you that day, you were my other half."

You felt your lip quiver slightly, his confession was what you needed to  register that you loved his with every inch of your being.

Your hands found their way to his jaw, lifting it up slightly towards you. His eyes glistened up into  yours and you could've swore you melted right then and there.

"I just told you, you can't be saying things like that. I just makes me want to-"

Without finishing your sentence, you pulled your lips to his. How was it that he tasted the same after all these years? You let yourself fall into him, letting him invade your every sense.

His hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer to him. He seemed like he never wanted to let you go.

Your hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt. The same shirt you witnessed him cut the sleeves off of with a pair of rusty scissors just the week before.

Frank adjusted himself so you could remove his shirt. You almost didn't want to pull away from him so his shirt could actually come off, but you knew you wanted this too much to wait.

Once his shirt was pulled off him, you reached for the hem of yours, which was actually his shirt that you stole. He'd never tell you but he loved how his shirts looked on you.

He always thought they looked better on you than they could ever look on him.

Once it was off, Frank only pulled you towards him, he almost didn't want to look, he just craved the feeling of your skin on his.

His lips felt hot on your neck as he sucked on your soft skin. "You're just so pretty, I can't get over it." moaning the words into your neck, so he'd know you heard them.

Nothing could compare to the sensations he gave your body. It was like you were 18 again, feeling him for the first time.

You remembered how tense you and anxious were, and that hadn't changed. But something about this time felt purely euphoric. No drug could ever top the way this felt.

With a tug on your bra strap, Frank removed himself from your nape, "Is this okay?"

No matter how many years you'd spent together, he never hesitated to ask for your permission. He wanted you to feel like you were in charge.

You nodded, desperate to feel his touch again.

It wasn't long before the material was discarded somewhere you didn't care.

He looked at your bare chest in awe, like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. You could've sworn you saw a glimmer in his eye.

He looked back up at you to see you wearing a smile.

"Sorry, I just- you're so gorgeous, I can't tell you that enough."

Removing yourself from his lap, you got onto your knees before him.

You fingers finding their way to the button on his faded black jeans.

"nuh uh, get up, you're not doing what you think you're doing." he reprimanded. Confusion wore your face as you returned to your feet.

"Right now is all about you and the things I should've done the first time all those years ago."

He grabbed you by his hips and removed himself from his spot on the couch before replacing it with you.

His fingers hooked on the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down and your underwear painstakingly slow.

You almost couldn't handle his stare, it was still so embarrassing after all these years. Frank looked up at you once again before inching closer to your core.

His hands grabbed your thighs, moving them slightly up to give him better access. His lips once again moistened by his tongue. The same tongue you were aching to just touch you.

"I wonder if you taste as sweet as I imagined."

#frank iero smut #my chemical romance smut #frank iero x reader #frank iero x you #mcr smut #frank iero prorev

[moonxmagix]

Daddy's Girl NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: Age gap, teacher frank, student reader, light smut, daddy issues, soft frank, underage drinking, mentions of the word daddy, def sexual tension

Summary: Frank is your teacher and you two hit it off. Y/N has heavy daddy issues and Frank takes you in. He treats you like what your childhood self deserved, safety and love.

A/N: This is VERY long. I wrote 11 pages on Google Docs so I'm very sorry LMAO. It might be a bit wordy and not super smutty if thats okay. I wanted to write something softer in nature. Also apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. :)

Reblogs appreciated!

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As I sat there in an uncomfortable school chair, surrounded by the ghosts of my past, I stared out the window that was covered in rain. The day was gloomy, constant thundering and on and off downpour. I tapped my foot up and down while playing with my bunny keychain as my anxiety washes over me. School always made me anxious and hate myself, constantly feeling at battle with myself and others. 

It was my senior year and I just turned 18, so all I had to do was wait to get out of here. Kinda like prison if you think about it. Our school had uniforms and if anything that was the best  part about this place, not to mention it looked like some old money school for rich kids. Which was funny because a lot of the kids here come from nothing, like me. 

My drug addicted mother raised me semi alone, meaning that she constantly had men in and out of her life. My real father left when I was only a few months old so I never had that strong, protective father figure in my life. I craved someone to love me, hold me tight, whatever fathers do with their daughters. My moms boyfriends that were long term, aka 6 months, would try their best to be there for me but as soon as I got comfortable with them they were gone. 

I tried to stay out of relationships out of fear that the same cycle would happen to me. 

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Mr. Iero said, pulling me out of my daze. My head quickly turned to him, almost embarrassed, “Yes sir, sorry.” He turned back to board, continuing the lesson. Mr. Iero was my english/music teacher, he taught both. The first day I walked into his class I had a massive crush on, like journaling and daydreaming about him crush. I never made advances to him because what would he think?

I can’t get him in trouble and I can’t jeopardize my education for some man. I once again zoned out heavily, staring out the window. I watched as a father checked out his daughter early for school it seems, hugging each other under the umbrella as they smiled together. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sight. Almost disgusting to me but that's just the jealousy getting to me.

“Y/N? Please pay attention, we have an important test coming up and you can’t miss this,” he sighed, putting a hand on his hip. Everyone turned to stare at me as I got smaller in my seat. When I looked back at everyone else to me they had dark eyes, something evil brewing but also something dead. I know realistically that a lot of the people here never paid attention but were much better at hiding it I think. 

“Please see me at the end of school,” he said and a few people let “Ooo” escape their mouths. Thanks Mr. Iero for embarrassing me. I wanted to hate him for that but another part of my brain desired to have that alone time with him. Even a hug from him would suffice my animalistic hunger for him. Just, “I’m proud of you,” would motivate me for the rest of the year. 

Class was dismissed and I quickly got out of there but he caught my wrist before I could, “Promise me you’ll be here after school. You can’t ditch like the last time.” I nodded and promised him that I would be back. The last time that happened I left out of pure anxiety, I threw up in the hallway on my way to his class. But safe to say this time I could get myself through it. 

I went to my locker to change out books and my best friend Livvy came up to me, “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get coffee,” she said excitedly. “Maybe, Mr. Iero wants to see me after my last class,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Omg again? Did you space out again (nickname)?” she said, lightly punching my arm. 

“Yeah, I just hope it’s quick. If so, I’ll make sure to call you when I’m done,”  I said with a smile. We said our goodbyes as I went to all of my other classes. I watched the clock as it quickly rang, I took a few deep breaths as I prepared myself to see Mr. Iero. I know it couldn’t be that bad but my anxiety tried to convince me otherwise. 

I looked through the glass of the door and saw no one inside so I thought maybe this could be my excuse as to why I didn’t show. “Right on time!” a voice behind me said. It startled me so I turned to see that it was Mr. Iero. I softly smiled as he unlocked the door to let us in. I didn’t see it but I heard him lock the door behind me. 

I stood in front of his desk leaning against a student's desk. He stood in front of me also leaning against his desk. I kept my eyes to the ground for the most part, “Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet and dazed in almost every class,” he said in a soft voice. My tense shoulders relaxed, still not sure how to respond, “You can tell me, Y/N.” He took a couple steps closer. 

“Look at me,” he said in a more demanding tone. I looked at him and he smirked, I wanted to fall to my knees right then and there. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattoos, “I..I’ve just been going through a lot at home,” I said to put it simply. “Sit, let’s talk about it,” he said sitting in the students chair next to me. I sat down hesitantly, I don’t know if he actually cared about me or what. I guess we’ll find out. 

I told him about my mom and everything that I’ve been struggling with. I didn’t outright tell him about my struggles with men and not having a father figure of sorts. But he’s smart, so he could probably piece things together based on  how I answered some of his questions. At the end of my story I let a few tears escape from my eyes, he reached his hand up and gently wiped them. 

He placed his other hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb on it. “You have nothing to worry about with me hun,” he said sweetly, maintaining tense eye contact. He was such a good listener and never interrupted me. “Your secrets are safe with me, I’m so glad you’re finally opening up to me. Since the beginning of the year I’ve had my eye on you, there’s something special about you, Y/N,”  he said, whispering the last sentence. 

He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. I felt my face heat up like a thousand suns and my heart rate picked up. I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my face, “That’s my girl. No need to be sad when you’re around me. Hey, I’ll even move your desk closer up to mine, yeah?” I nodded, feeling like such a typical schoolgirl. 

He looked at the clock, “I should probably let you go now. Here,’ he said, handing me a little piece of paper. I pocketed it in my bag and before I left he gave me a big, warm hug. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils, it was a smell so intoxicating that it would stay with me throughout the rest of the day. I left and ran out of there to my house, it downpoured on me though. It made me feel like I was in a movie of sorts, I let the rain fall and drench my uniform and hair.

I ran inside and went straight to my room to text Livvy, it was Friday so I told her to come spend the night with me. I really didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened but she was the only person I could trust with this information, she understood. She literally has a sugar daddy, she has no room to judge me! 

Livvy came over and got settled right in with snacks and cute pajamas. “Tell me everything!” she said excitedly. I giggled, “He asked me if anything was wrong, I avoided but he pried so I spilled everything. And now he’s moving my desk up to his, he touched my leg and hugged me!” We were both laughing and blushing over this. 

“Oh! I think he gave me his number,” I told her, remembering the paper he gave me that I still haven’t opened yet. “Bitch show me!” she said excitedly. I got the paper from my bag and counted down from 3, I opened it and it had his number inside. “Text him now!” she said getting my phone from my nightstand. 

I input his number into my phone, “What do I say though?” I bit my nails. “Something flirty for sure,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. I started to type: hii its Y/N, miss our time together already xo 

“Bitch that's good!! He’s bound to fall in love with you now,” she joked. 

Hours went by without checking my phone and it was around 8pm. I checked my phone during our movie and he asked to call me, I sat up straight with my eyes wide. “He wants to call,” I said suddenly. “Oh shit! I’ll turn the tv down and I’ll stay quiet,” she shushed herself. 

I gave the phone a ring and he picked it up almost instantly, I put it on speaker phone. 

Frank: Doing okay? 

Me: yeah, thanks for letting me vent. Made me feel a lot better 

Frank: I’m glad, honey. 

Livvy looked at me with shock, “Honey?!” she mouthed covering it with her hand. 

Frank: Um, I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out tomorrow? You don't have-

Me: Yes. I’d love to! 

Frank: What time are you free then?

Me: Umm maybe around 12?

Frank: Sounds like a date then

We both hung up and we’re screaming with joy, I never thought this day would come. Hanging out with a teacher outside of school? Is that legal? I couldn’t back out now, my fate was decided. “What am I gonna wear?” I said, asking Livvy for help. She’s always been the cooler one in terms of fashion, so I can trust her to dress me. 

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It was 10 am and I had just the right amount of time to get ready. I checked my phone and he said he’d be picking me up at my place. Livvy left already and I sat down in front of my floor length mirror and put on light makeup. I got dressed in a black skirt, sheer black leggings, doc martens, and a white and black striped sweater. 

The clock finally turned 12 and I looked out my window to not see a car yet. I sighed with relief because in reality I definitely didn't feel ready. I checked my phone and Mr. Iero said he would be there in 5. I went ahead and stood out front to wait for him. 

His car pulled up and he got out to greet me, “Wow, you look great!” he said with a smile. He had on sunglasses and chewed his gum kinda obnoxiously but hot. He gave me a big hug and opened the door for me, his car was super clean surprisingly. “Where are we going?” I ask timidly. 

“Downtown, get some coffee and donuts,” he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. “How’d you know where my house was?” I asked. “Teachers have access to those kinds of things,” I just nodded in response staring out the window. It was pretty cloudy and I was kinda hoping it’d rain. 

We got to the coffee  place downtown, “This is my special spot, for a special girl,” he smirked. I felt my stomach overfill with butterflies and a sparked joy I didn’t know I could feel around  somebody. He got out the umbrella and interlocked arms with me, I looked at him with such content but confusion. I felt like I didn’t deserve any of this, none of the kindness, none of the listening, nothing. 

He told me to sit down at a booth while he ordered us stuff. I texted Livvy while sitting there: 

Me: Liv i think im in love no joke 

Liv: i would be too 

Me: were getting coffee rn ill update soon 

He came back and sat a delicious smelling coffee in front of me, “Thank you Mr. Iero,” I said. “Call me Frank, no need for that outside of school,” he said, he grabbed my hand that was on top of the table. I looked at him, blushing hard, what if someone saw us? 

We talked about the things we both liked and hated, we actually had a lot in common. “You like Elvis?!” he said, shocked. “Yeah and?! It’s a comfort thing,” I defended. “Explain,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes when my mom was out I’d spend the night with my grandfather and in the morning while cooking breakfast he’d play Elvis,”  I said, reminiscing when I actually had a somewhat stable relationship with a man. 

I think Frank noticed my mood diminish into something solemn. “Let's grab those donuts, I have somewhere else I wanna show you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He showed me off proudly, it felt like he was telling everyone around him to look at me but not in the way I’m used to. He put his mouth close to my ear, “We’ll have to share a donut, they’re almost out of everything,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek. 

We walked under the umbrella together as we started to share the donut, “Don’t lift a finger princess,” he said while holding the donut up to my mouth. He basically gave me the whole thing while he only had a couple bites. “Why do you treat me like this?” I asked him, curious as to why he is so fond of treating me like…a girlfriend? 

“I think you deserve it, Y/N. I’ll explain more later,” he said with such sincerity, gripping my hand tighter. Was this going to be a whole day affair? My mom hasn’t been home for a few days so I didn’t feel the need to tell her where I was, it wasn’t like she was answering my messages anyway!

“What’s wrong hun?” he said, taking down the umbrella as the rain had stopped and the sun came out. “My mom hasn't answered my messages, it's been days,” I said, a little disappointed. “I’ll look after you, don't worry about it,” he said as we showed up to a record store. I gasped as I could never afford to buy my own records, it felt like a dream. 

We went inside and looked around, I looked around for a ‘The Cure’ album. As I kept looking I felt a body press up behind me and place their arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. He placed soft kisses on my neck causing me to giggle, I felt him do the same in my neck. “Find what you need?” he asked. “Yeah, did you?” his hands were empty. “Yeah,” he smiled playfully like he was up to something but not sure what. 

“Bullshit. You need to get something or else I’ll feel bad that you spent all your money on me,” I said feeling slight guilt about him buying things for me. “I have you, that’s all I need,” he said, pulling me to the register and pulls out his card faster than I can reach for my purse zipper. 

He handed me the bag of my records and we left. We didn’t do anything much except go thrifting and it was already 7 PM. “I have one place left to go,” he smiled, pulling out of the spot. “I feel like we’ve been everywhere already,” I said, whining. “Be a good girl and don’t whine for me, okay?” that immediately put me in my place and I complied. I could see a smirk on his face, he knew what he did to me. 

I heard a song on the radio that I liked and immediately turned it up, it was You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood. “You like them?” he asked. “Love them! I’ve seen them in concert  twice already,” I said proudly. Livvy knew I couldn’t afford it but she ever so kindly  bought them for me. 

After a short drive we made it to our destination, a bar. It was quite crowded, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. I looked at him worried, “I’m not 21..” I said. “I can get you in darling, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. I trusted him but I tightened my lips anxiously. He was able to get me in because he was close friends with the guy at the front. 

We got in and the music was at a comfortably loud volume. He dragged me to the bar and ordered me a drink but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Tasted great though! 

I downed a couple drinks and I basically became a melting mess in Frank's hands. I held onto  him for dear life like someone was trying to pull me away from him. I dragged him outside for a cigarette break, I pulled them out of bag and I forgot my lighter, “I forgot my fuckin lighter.” He laughed at my tone and lit my cigarette for me. 

We stood inches apart, he held my waist with his tattooed hand. I took a huff of my cig and blew it in his face, “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. He pulled me in to kiss him and our lips collided. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixed perfectly with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to release. 

I shared my cigarette with him and he whispered in my ear, “How about you come over to my place for the night?” My heart was beating out of its chest, “Are you sure that's okay? I would need to get my stuff at home,” I said. “We can stop by your place first baby, I do have a few room-mates if that’s okay,” he said looking away embarrassed. “More the merrier!” I joked. 

We drove back to my place and I led him up to my room, he sat on my bed and I packed up a couple things. I turned around putting my hands on my hips, “All packed,” I smiled. He patted his hand insinuating for me to sit on his lap, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “My pretty girl,” he whispered while pushing my hair out of my face. 

“I really don’t understand why you like me, Frank,” I said, that feeling of undeservingness washing over me. “Look at you Y/N!. What is there not to like about you? We have so much in common and I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I need all the reassurance I can get. What if he leaves me? Would another man treat me like Frank does? 

“Do you promise not to leave?” I asked tearfully. “What? Of course I do, Y/N. How could I do that to you sweetheart?” he said, hugging me tightly. “We should get going,” he said softly. I nodded and he grabbed my bags for me as we walked back to the car. 

We got to Frank's place and it was dimly lit, it smelled of cigarettes and expensive musky candles. I saw band equipment set up, “What’s all this?” I asked. “Oh, me and my friends do gigs on the side,” he chuckled as we walked to the kitchen. A timid man turned around to greet us, he gave Frank a hug and gave me a handshake. Firmly. 

“Nice to meet you,” I said shyly. “Franks said a lot about you, nice to meet you,” he smiled kindly and I furrowed my brows a little confused. He talks about me? What did he say? More  questions to be answered. 

Frank hurried me to his room, it was spacious and had a few of his guitars displayed on the walls. He disappeared for a second and brought back a shirt and pajama pants of his, “Put these on,” I took them. I went into the bathroom bringing my toiletries along with me. I changed into his oversized clothes and  washed my face. 

I brought out my phone and snapped a pic of me in the mirror sending it to Livvy. She replied almost instantly: not you going home with him !! be safe !! she replied.

I went back out and put my other clothes back in my bag, “You have such a nice room,” I complimented. “Biggest one in the house,” he brags. I hadn’t noticed before but he turned the radio on and it was on a classic rock station. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and incense. Lamps created the perfect sensual ambience. 

I laid my head on his soft pillows and Frank hovered over me, caressing my face with his hand. Something came over me, my eyes filled with tears and escaped the corner of my eyes. “What’s wrong princess?” he said, worried. I shook my head, sobbing. Never was I good enough to ever receive a love like this before. Here I had it. 

“Tell daddy what’s wrong princess,” that broke me. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining all of this or if it was some sick joke. I straddled his lap, crying into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back sensually. “I’ve never felt such an overwhelming amount of love and adoration from a man before,” I stated plainly. 

He asked me to talk about it so I did. I told him about the men this time, while I did we drank. It got to the point where I only started seeing flashes of my surroundings. One minute I was taking off my clothes, then I was sitting on top of Frank, then throwing my head back and moaning. 

I remember seeing Frank go down on me and him forcing my legs open as I was ready to release on his face. Flashes of Frank saying things like, “You're daddy’s good girl…I’ll never hurt you…you’re safe with me…shh you’re okay sweetheart.” His voice vibrated through my skin. 

Soon enough I passed out, naked and covered up by the warm sheets. I woke up groggy and still a little drunk around 3 am and had my clothes put back on. I groaned and didn’t see Frank in bed with me but playing guitar across the room. “Frank?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He immediately rushed to my side to comfort me, “Are you okay princess?” he said. 

I nodded, “Could you get me some water?” I asked because my voice was hoarse. He brought back water to me and I downed it as fast as I could. He got into bed with me and I cuddled up at his side, holding on for life. 

I grabbed Frank's face pressing our lips together, I longed for his kiss and his desire. He pulled away and cupped my face, “If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do for you,” he said softly. “I am,” I stated so desperately wanting him to take me in, live with him, devote my life to him. “I’d even run away and hide with you if I could. You’re daddy’s girl,” he said pulling me into his chest. 

To be safe and sound in his heart forever. 

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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.

That had been the beginning of it all. He had stopped after you had gotten pissed at him for staining your only white shirt with coffee one morning, and almost you had allowed yourself to believed things would calm down again. Sure you were angry that he had ruined your shirt, which he had had no reason for wearing other than being too lazy to search for his own. And that he had bought you a new package of your favourite cookies after having finished the last one without telling you had almost soothed the waves of your grudge against his impulsiveness.

But then he began throwing shit at your drums. At first just empty water bottles, which were really harmless. You even laughed at that, feeling like he was trying to include you more on stage. The roll of gaffer tape he had thrown was not quite as funny, nor was the full water bottle, Mikey’s shoe, and his mic stand; especially because the last one had ruined one of your drums, leaving you to improvise for the rest of the show.

You had been righteously furious after that.

That had been the evening you had realised something between Frank and you had truly changed. When you had talked to him about stealing your food and clothes, he had nodded and apologized for overstepping. That night, he had shrugged you off, saying he’d pay for it and there was no reason to react as upset as you did. This comment got him not only protest from you, but also from Ray, who had had the misfortune of overhearing that conversation.

Since then things had completely gotten out of control.

Frank snapped at you every opportunity he had, watched you like a hawk as if he was waiting for you to make a mistake he could get you for. He did not necessarily insult you. He just made it abundantly clear that he considered you unfit for the job of MCR’s drummer.

You knew they had not meant for you to overhead that snippet of conversation, but one time you had even heard Frank complain to Gerard about you, how you distracted everyone, how you would make it impossible to enjoy this tour for everyone.

You had quickly plucked in your headphones in order to not overhear more than that, but these few words had been enough to drive you towards the brink of a crisis. Wasn’t it bad enough that you had to share the very limited tour bus space with someone who actively seemed to hate you? He also tried to involve others in this strange feud he had started and was scheming against you!

After that incident you did not try to hide your annoyance at him anymore. If he already had to tell Gerard, Gerard might as well see for himself. Maybe that would speed up the inevitable process of them kicking you out of the band. Nobody had brought it up to your face yet, but you were sure Frank had suggested it to the others already. You didn’t want to leave the band, but with the way Frank was treating you, it was not hard to guess that this was his goal, to get you kicked out of the band.

Whatever you had done to make him hate you this much, it was something nobody was willing to talk to you about. Had you said or done something wrong? Was it your behaviour towards your band members? You were sure you had treated them just like any other friends, and of course you were closest to Ray, since you knew him the longest. But even though you were not aware of anything that could have upset Frank this much, especially since the others seemed to have no problem with you whatsoever, you would still have been willing to make up for it. If you only knew what the problem was!

You had tried talking to Frank, who had always brushed you off with a mean comment about you not caring anyway. And if you tried talking to the others, they always said it was not their place to tell you, and you needed to talk to Frank. At your response that you had tried, but he wouldn't tell you anything, they had just shrugged, and told you they couldn’t help you.

And this was how tour had started. For two months Frank and you had done nothing but glaring at each other. He shot hurtful comments your way, and whenever you were too tired or annoyed to hold back, you returned them. The tension this created was undeniable, but to your surprise the others just laughed it off, even having fun watching Frank and you bicker.

The worst thing of all though was probably how much ever single comment from Frank hurt. Not because of the comment itself, but because of him. You had not known him for very long, but you spent enough time together to have gotten to know him quite well. You saw the way he treated his friends, caring, loving, mischievous of course, yes, but never leaving a sliver of doubt that all his actions towards them were laced with nothing but deep, honest love for them.

A part of you hated yourself for loving watching him play music, no matter whether he was writing it, rehearsing or playing shows. At shows he was as energetic as you had never seen anyone in their life before, writhing around on stage, singing, screaming, and still flawlessly playing his guitar. He threw stuff at you occasionally, but this tour it did not seem quite as bad as the previous one.

During rehearsals he was absolutely focused, only rarely loosing himself in the music as much as he did on stage. But your favourite times to watch him were when he was writing music. Most often it was during long bus rides, when Gerard and Mikey would read comics, and you one of the novels off your ‘to be read’-pile. Ray and Frank would grab their guitars, and sit down, playing the same melodies in variations for hours upon hours until they had found something they both were content with. Then you would take glances over the rim of your book, just watching Frank, as he was sitting on one of the sofas, his fingers skipping over the fret board, his eyes closed. He was so focused then, and still half lost in the melody, in the music he and Ray were creating. Those moments were so soft, so intimate. It felt forbidden to watch him then, and still you could not tear your eyes away. You just hoped he would never find out about it.

He, on the other hand, was unashamed whenever he stared at you. It was during meals, when you sat on opposite ends of the table, as many of your friends between you as possible to stop you from getting into another heated argument. He would watch you closely then, his eyes following your every movement, never caring if you were staring back at him challengingly.

It was worse on stage. Moments in which he should have payed attention to Ray or Gerard, he glanced at you, even when there was no need to. Of course there were the few parts of the show where the two of you needed to work together, coordinate with each other, and those were never a problem, because as much as you hated him, you were still professional enough to not let it show. But the moments where he made sure you were looking at him right before doing something stupid-

It drove you up the walls, the constant feeling of his eyes on you, until you would eventually give in and meet his across the stage.

This night was no different. Or well, maybe it was. It was more of Frank’s snarky, hurtful comments before the show, more than usual. More of relentlessly watching you during it.

You knew Frank was not in the best space of mind recently. Just like the Way brothers he struggled with mental health, and just because you could not stand seeing his pretty face around you, and felt like getting sick the moment you thought about him because of your contrasting feelings for him, you still were observant. Maybe it was about keeping the team together, you wondered, as you felt sweat running down your face, your arms, your back. In order to keep doing the shows everyone needed to be in top shape, and whenever someone wasn’t, the others did their best to take care of them.

It was difficult with Frank though. He would insist to be left alone, and wouldn't come out of his bunk for anything other than a small breakfast in the morning, a toilet break or playing shows. It had been like this for the past three days, and slowly but surely you began worrying about him.

He looked pale underneath his make-up, dark circles under his eyes which he covered up with red eyeshadow. If he hadn’t screamed at you that one time you had tried to ask if there was something you could do for him, you might have tried to get him to open up a little. You hated to see him suffer just as much as you hated him. But then again, maybe you didn’t hate him quite as much as you always made yourself believe.

The thought was unsettling, and at the realisation you almost would have lost the rhythm you were still playing. You definitely had crushed on Frank before things had gotten weird. And you knew you cared about him, even if you did not want to admit it to yourself. So was the idea that you did not hate him at all so far off?

Just in that moment you felt his eyes on you. Not to coordinate the music, but staring at you. For a moment you tried to resist looking back at him, but it was impossible.

He was close to your drums, black crosses over his eyes, the red eyeshadow masking how sunken in his face was. As if he hadn’t eaten and slept for days. You had a feeling he really hadn’t.

For a moment he was holding your gaze, and then, with three big steps, he strode over to Gerard, who was prancing around on stage as always. It happened so fast you were not even sure what you had seen, when Frank let go of his guitar, and grabbed Gerard’s face while he was still in the middle of singing, only to kiss his passionately.

You could tell Gerard was surprised, suddenly having been cut off by a kiss from one of his guitarists, but he reacted smoothly, wrapping his arm around Frank’s neck and kissing back for a short moment, before he pushed Frank off, and continuing to sing as if nothing had happened.

Quickly you averted your gaze, feeling like you had witnessed something you were not supposed to. Of course you knew of the rumours that Frank and Gerard were dating. It was nothing more than that, a rumour, as far as you knew, but maybe you did not know everything.

It was clear Frank had wanted you to see that kiss. Was this maybe the reason he hated you so much? Because you and Gerard had become close friends, and he thought you were trying to steal Gerard away from him? Nothing could have been further from the truth. You liked Gerard, but only as a friend. You were far too confused about your feelings for Frank to even think about liking anyone else.

Still, you felt like that kiss had meant to show you who Gerard belonged with. But what did you care? Frank could have Gerard all for himself, if this was what his weird behaviour was about. It just stung a little too much, the idea that Frank had never seen you as anything but a rival for Gerard’s affection. Secretly you had wanted his glances and stares to mean more than pure hatred.

That’s how the rest of the show went by. You tried focusing on your drumming, but were continuously distracted by thoughts about Frank, about how maybe you had liked him the whole time, more than liked even. About how he seemed to hate you because you were close to Gerard. About how unreasonably disappointed you were that he had probably never had any positive feelings for you at all.

You were glad when the encore finally was over. Your head hurt from all the intrusive thoughts, the picture of Frank kissing Gerard had burnt itself deeper into your mind than you wanted to admit, you were bathed in sweat and your whole body was aching. You had been so tense during the set that you would probably have a whole body muscle ache tomorrow.

You slammed your sticks down on the drums for the last few times that night, letting the applause of the audience wash over you as the last chords of the nights echoed back from the venue’s walls. Gerard was waving at crowd, Mikey already on his way off stage, and Ray threw the left over picks into the audience. You were about to do the same with your drum sticks, when your eyes involuntarily found Frank. He was standing not too far off from your drums, but instead of having turned to the crowd, he had turned to you.

Too late did you notice the motion he had executed with his right hand, too late did you see the blinking thing he had thrown through the air right at you. If you had not been mid motion of throwing your sticks into the audience, you could have evaded whatever he had launched at you, but now you were to slow, the metallic object hitting the side of your forehead hard, and you could not suppress the pained gasp.

Surprised you clasped your hand over the part where you had been hit, immediately searching for what had hit you. It was Frank’s capo. It had clattered to the ground after having it you. Annoyed you picked it up, and threw it back at Frank, not noticing the guilty and apologetic expression he was wearing. The capo hit him mid-chest, and surprised he caught it, as you stared daggers at him from behind your drums. Quickly, as quickly as you could, you climbed out from behind them, and headed off stage.

“Oh, (y/n), you’re bleeding,” Mikey noticed as you tried storming past him to get to the backstage room as quickly as possible.

You were done with tonight. Not only because of all these thoughts that had plagued you, or Frank kissing Gerard. No, this was the first time Frank had actually injured you, and that was the last drop. You couldn’t do this anymore. Frank had made it so very clear he didn’t want you in the band, he could finally have what he wanted. Tomorrow morning you would tell Gerard you quit. Tomorrow, not today, so nobody could say you were being too emotional about it. If they asked you really, really nicely, and promised to keep Frank in check, you would finish this tour with them until they had a new drummer to replace you. But you wanted out. Now.

A warm hand around your wrist dragged you out of your thoughts, and Mikey was looking down on you worriedly.

“What happened there,” he asked, gesturing to your head.

“What,” you asked, bringing your hand up to where Frank had hit you with the capo. When you pulled your hand away, your fingers were coated in blood. “Oh shit.”

Quickly you looked around, trying to find a mirror, but the closest one was probably down the hallway in the bathrooms.

“Is it bad,” you asked.

Mikey leant in closer, taking a good look.

“Nope, don’t think so. Small cut, about this long.” He held his hand out, showing you with his index finger and thumb how long the cut was. Not more than three milimeters.

It seemed there had been a sharp edge on the capo.

“Shit, (y/n), I’m so sorry-”

The voice belonged to no other than Frank, who had followed you off stage. When you spun around to face him, and he saw the thin line of blood running down the side of your face, his eyes grew wide.

“Oh fuck-”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, asshole,” you hissed at him, feeling your blood boil at the sight of him. Had you really thought you liked him? What the hell had been wrong with you? “This was the last time, the last time you threw anything at me, you understand?”

“I didn’t mean to hit you, I was aiming for the- it’s not gonna happen again, I promise,” Frank rushed out. Something about him now was so very different than you remembered him from the past months. He looked genuinely sorry and concerned. But you couldn’t be bothered, not anymore.

“No it’s not, because I won’t be on stage with you anymore for you to throw shit at me!”

You had not meant to say that, but it felt good, to see the shock on Frank’s face, to feel Mikey’s surprise.

“(y/n), you’re not-”

“Yes, I am Mikey! I am quitting! So you-” you pocked your finger into Frank’s direction, “are finally getting what you’ve wanted all this time. Happy now?”

And with that you stormed off.

You did not bother to go to the backstage room, as you had planned, and you did not wait as you heard both Frank and Mikey calling for you to wait. You headed straight out of the backdoor, past the tour bus that was supposed to drop everyone off at the hotel. You could not wait long enough for everyone to make it there, and you could not face Frank.

By now him and Mikey had probably found Gerard and Ray, and told them what had happened; that you had quit.

Shit. That was exactly what you had wanted to avoid, coming across as impulsive and emotional. Frank was supposed to be the impulsive and emotional one, not you. But fuck, you were emotional! There was still blood running down the side of your face, and the headache you had already felt before increased its intensity with every minute. You needed to get away from here, as fast as possible.

Not caring about security or fans being able to see you, you hasted towards the street, already seeing multiple cabs lined up, waiting to find concert goers who were ready to pay for a ride home. Climbing into the first cab in the line, you named the address of the hotel the band had booked rooms at. In the hotel the staff gave you concerned looks, considering how you looked, and even offered to call a doctor, but you insisted you would be fine with a plaster and the keys to one of the booked rooms.

Just as always during hotel nights, it was a double room. A queen sized bed took up the majority of the room, leaving little space for anything but a narrow wardrobe and two bedside tables. You wondered who they would pair up with you tonight. Probably not Gerard, Frank would insist they share a room. Maybe Mikey then, or Ray. You hoped it was Ray. He still knew you the best, and would understand why you could not stay in the band any longer.

Only once you entered the bathroom, you realised you had basically left everything but your wallet at the tour bus, your whole overnight bag with shampoo, towels and pyjama. Luckily the hotel had a shampoo dispenser, towels and some bathrobes prepared for their guests, so you quickly grabbed one, and locked the bathroom door behind you.

The first thing you did was inspect the cut on your forehead. It really was tiny, but the amount of blood had made it look way worse than it was. Now the bleeding had stopped, and the blood dried. Carefully you washed it off, and in the end there was hardly anything to see but a small scratch.

While you were in the shower, rinsing off the sweat of the show, you heard someone entering the hotel room. Over the rushing of water it was impossible to tell who it was, but you definitely heard the door to the room open and then close.

After that you tried to hurry. It wouldn't have been fair to Ray to make him wait too long for his shower. He probably hadn’t taken one at the venue yet. Drying yourself off, you threw on the bathrobe, hoping Ray had either brought your night bag.

“Hey Ray,” you called, as you unlocked the door, your dirty clothes thrown over your arm, and stepped into the room, “you didn’t happen to bring my-”

You froze as you saw that it was not Ray who was sitting on the bed, waiting for you to finish in the bathroom.

It was Frank. He seemed to have washed off the make-up at the venue, because only faint traces of colour stuck to his face now.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he got up. “The others said we should pair up.”

For a long moment you stared at him. You wanted to say something along the lines of never sharing a bed with him, but you knew that he would then insist of sleeping on the floor, and another part of you, the one that had come up with the stupid idea of you maybe liking him, would never have allowed that.

“I packed your bag,” Frank added, nodding to the bag he had placed on the window side of the bed. How had he known you preferred the window side? Or was it just a coincidence?

You nodded, not bothering with an answer.

“Can I- is the bathroom free,” Frank asked carefully. You knew he was watching you, but you refused to look at him, just nodded.

As you were going through your night bag, trying to find a shirt and a pair of shorts, you heard as Frank grabbed his own bag, and headed for the bathroom.

“What you said about leaving the band-”

You guessed he had stopped in the door, but you didn’t turn around.

“I don’t want you to leave. Never wanted that. Can you- I don’t know, can you think about it again? I know we all would-”

“Luckily I don’t care about what you – or the others – want. Not anymore anyway,” you hissed at him, and for the first time that night you felt your throat close up as tears burnt in your eyes.

There was shuffling behind you, and almost you would have expected Frank to say more on the matter but then the bathroom door closed.

Wiping away the tears with the back of your hand, you began looking through your bag again. The idea that Frank had been the one to have packed it, that he had gone through your stuff, made you feel uncomfortable, but at the same time tucked at your heart.

There was a pair of shorts, but the only t-shirt you found was not your own. In fact you were pretty certain it was one of Frank’s. Maybe he had packed it by accident. What other explanation could be there for it? In the end it did not matter though. Shirt was shirt, whether it was his or yours, so you threw it on, and tied the bathrobe closed over it, so Frank wouldn't give you shit for wearing one of his shirts.

In the bathroom the water was still running when you went to bed, cuddled underneath one  of the thick blankets. You were grateful there were separate blankets. The idea to share one with Frank was sickening. Speaking of sickening, you still had that headache. While you had been in the shower, it had gotten better, but now it came back worse than before.

After a while you decided you were not going to be the hero who suffered through it, and got up again. Somewhere in your bag you still had some painkillers…

Once more going through your bag, you subconsciously registered that in the bathroom the water had stopped running, and instead suspicious silence spread out from behind the door. No ruffling of towels, no clicking of shampoo bottle lids, not padding of naked feet on tiled floor.

Holding your movement, you listened. Only silence.

With a shrug you grabbed one of the painkillers from the small bottle, and downed it together with the contents of a small water bottle you had kept in your bag. Definitely needed to replace that one tomorrow with a full one, you mentally noted.

That was when you heard it.

Again you halted, not sure if you had imagined the sound, but a second later it was clearer than before. That was definitely someone crying, sobbing even. Quietly, trying to muffle the sound, but the nightly environment was too quiet to hide it. And it came from the bathroom.

Before you even had thought about it, you were banging against the door. You had heard about how badly Gerard had been, you’d be damned if My Chem lost one of their guitarists just because you couldn’t be bothered to try to talk to him. The idea of Frank doing something really stupid to himself wasn’t farfetched, considering the state he had been over the past days.

“Frank? Frank! What’s going on in there? Open the door!”

Again you banged at it, before listening for a response, but all you got was another sob.

“Frank! Are you okay? Let me in!”

Nothing but more sobs.

Your heart was racing in your throat, and your knees weak. You were probably the last person Frank would really talk to, but you didn’t dare leave the room to get help from the others. So instead you pressed down the door handle experimentally, and like a miracle it swung open.

“I don’t care if you’re naked, I’m coming in,” you warned before you pushed the door fully open and stepped inside.

The air of the bathroom was wet and smelled of Frank’s shower gel. The man himself was sitting in front of the sink, back leant against the wall, and luckily dressed in some shorts and an oversized t-shirt. He had his knees pulled up to his chest, his face buried between them, hands and arms pulled over his head as if to protect himself from the outside world.

As quickly as you could you ran over to him, and fell to your knees besides him.

“Frank,” you asked worriedly, carefully trying to pry away one of his arms. “Frank, are you hurt?”

Another sob, muffled between his knees, escaped him, before he unwrapped himself, and instead leant his head against your shoulder, burying his face in the fabric of the bathrobe. Instinctively you brought your arms around him, and wrapped him in an awkward hug.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he cried. The air he exhaled was hot, traveling through the layers of fabric until it brushed over your skin. “I know it’s my fault, and it’s all on me, but I don’t know how to fix this. I tried to fix it. But I’ve just made it so much worse. I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to lose you.”

Confused you blinked, trying to understand what he was talking about.

“Well, you’re not gonna stop me from leaving,” you told him, fully aware that this was probably exactly the wrong thing to say. But lying to him wouldn’t help him either.

You felt a shiver go through him, and he sobbed again, probably smearing snot all over your bathrobe. Well, not really yours, the hotels. So this should be the least of your worries right now.

“I know. I’m not trying to stop you. I know I fucked up. I tried to fix it, tried to make it work so hard, and all I did was fuck it up. I’m so sorry for ruining this for you,” he whimpered between heavy breaths.

“At which point did you try to fix shit, Frank, hm? When you told Gerard I was a distraction, or when you kept calling me weird names even though you knew I didn’t like it? Or when you kept staring at me as if I’d grow a second head any second? When have you ever tried fixing things? Do you think throwing shit at me would make anything any better? Fuck, Frank, you couldn’t even be bothered to pretend you didn’t hate me as much as you do, just to make it less weird for the others! You didn’t try fixing shit!”

Frank nodded, his hands gripping into the bathrobe, still hiding his face. You could feel how warm his body was, from showering, from crying- he was like a furnace. His shower-wet hair stuck to his head.

“And you can’t expect me to take it any longer, you know? All I’ve been getting from you for months were off handed comments that made me feel like shit, and stuff thrown at me on stage! Fuck, you threw a capo at my head, Frank!”

“I didn’t mean to hit you,” he cried.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you did!”

You couldn’t help but wonder what a strange position you found yourselves in. You were shouting at him while he had buried his face in your shoulder, and was crying his eyes out, all while you soothingly rubbed circles into his back.

After a moment of silence, Frank took a shuddering breath.

“I never hated you,” he mumbled, his voice shaky but clear, as if he was putting lots of thought and effort into every word. “I know it seemed that way, but I never did. The opposite really. When you leave that’s the only thing I need you to know: That I’ve always admired you, and that I wish I could’ve done things right, so we could’ve played with this band ‘till the day we die.”

“Some things just aren’t meant to be,” you answered softly, patting his head, making him sob again.

“I just wish I could go back in time and do it right, you know. Do it right from the very first moment on. Just be honest with you, and hope things work out from there.”

“You could still be honest now,” you offered.

Curiosity was eating away at you. Could you finally find out why Frank had treated you the way he had? Why he had never let you get close, why he had not left his bunk in the past days?

“It wouldn’t make a difference anymore,” Frank mumbled, but he seemed calmer now, as if the idea of telling the truth might offer some relief.

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” you suggested, running your hand through his wet locks. They were soft like silk. When he did not speak for a moment, you added: “What’s going on these past days? You barely got out of bed.”

“Wasn’t feeling good,” Frank mumbled. You could feel him slightly lean into your touch as you ran your nails over his scalp, so you continued the simple action.

“I thought so much. What wasn’t feeling good exactly?”

“Think I knew this was coming to an end,” he admitted. “That I’ve gone too far, and you’d want to leave, and that nothing I could do would stop you, and that everything I had tried to keep you to stay up until that point had only driven you away.”

You hummed, signalling him you had heard, waiting if he wanted to say more, but when he didn’t, you asked another question.

“What was that thing about kissing Gerard earlier at the show? You know… if you like him you don’t gotta worry about me, okay? Gee ‘n I are friends, nothing more.”

“I know.”

“Then why that kiss? It felt like… you wanted to demonstrate that Gerard belonged with you��”

“Didn’t,” Frank answered quietly. “Wanted to make you jealous.”

“Why would you want to make me jealous of you?”

“Not me. Gee.”

You blinked. “Gerard? Why would I be jealous of Gerard?”

Frank tensed underneath your hands, but did not answer. If he wanted you to be jealous of Gerard, could it be that- no. No possible way.

You filed that piece of information away with all the other puzzle pieces that did not fit the picture, and continued asking your questions. It seemed, for the first time since you had met Frank that he was willing to open up to you, at least to a certain degree. You had to make use of that opportunity.

“In the beginning – the first few weeks – we were fine, remember? What changed?”

Frank shook his head against your shoulder, making you raise your eyebrows.

“You don’t know?”

“Don’t wanna say,” Frank corrected.

“I thought you wanted to be honest,” you answered, knowing you were poking around in affairs that probably were none of your business, but he had made you suffer for months. You felt like you finally deserved some answers.

“Emotions are complicated,” Frank replied cryptically.

“What emotions?”

For a moment he thought about his answer, then he spoke slowly. “I wanted you to notice me, wanted you to know that I felt comfortable around you, like when I stole your food and your clothes. And when it got obvious you didn’t feel the same… I got frustrated. And jealous. Because you always hang out with Gee ‘nd Ray ‘nd Mikey- and I started doing dumb shit, and – it was easier to drive you away than to admit that I wanted actually the complete opposite of that. Because when I’m honest, I’m vulnerable, and I don’t wanna be hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Frank,” you whispered, not entirely sure what to make of the things he had just told you. He had wanted you to notice him? He sure had managed that. Why would he have been jealous though?

“What hurts me and what doesn’t isn’t in your power to decide,” Frank mumbled, his words muffled against the bathrobe you wore.

“Frank-” trying to pull him slightly away from you to look at his face, you placed your hands on his shoulders, but he only stiffened under your touch, his hands clawing tighter into your clothes. “Frank, I feel like I still don’t really understand what is going on, what has been going on the whole time. You say you’re jealous, and you don’t really hate me- but it’s pretty obvious you don’t like me either. What is it, you feel? Can you try putting it into words?”

Frank shook his head against your shoulder again.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“’m scared.”

“Of what?”

For a moment he was quiet, before he suddenly sat up with a jolt. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips red-rimmed, and his whole face swollen and flaky from crying. He looked truly pitiful. You wanted to wrap him in your arms again and promise him everything would be alright. It would have been a lie. He had said he didn’t want you to leave the band but your mind was made up. But maybe a white lie, just to make him feel better…

You were still thinking about how much you wanted to help him, when Frank suddenly leant forward, and without warning pressed his lips to yours. They were hot and tasted of his salty tears. Slightly startled you almost lost your balance from the force with which Frank had come at you. Searching for something to hold onto, and desperate not to let go of him, you quickly wrapped your arms around him, holding him close.

At first it was just the surprise of the sudden kiss that made you dizzy, but when Frank opened his mouth, and licked against your lips, you felt like you could faint any moment. Everything around you was spinning; the only solid thing was Frank, as he took over the kiss, and kissed you harder than anyone had ever done before.

You could feel his pulse hammer underneath your hands, could feel his breath fan over your skin, could taste the desperation with which he kissed you. It was both sweet and hungry, the way he pressed closer to you needy and hopeful, as he twisted you so your back was pressed to the cold, tiled wall of the bathroom, with him pinning you against it, as good as your sitting positions allowed him too.

It was only when you seemed to have worked through the first rush of surprise that Frank suddenly pulled away. Confused at the loss of contact you blinked your eyes open, finding his lips were cherry red, and his eyes glowing. It made you want to lurch forward and kiss him again. But before you could, it seemed like dark clouded his face, and the glimmer in his eyes disappeared, the glow he had seemed to emit darkened.

“This is what I’ve wanted the whole time,” he sat back, bringing more distance between you. Agonizing, cold, painful distance. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you without-”

You cut him off then and there. You didn’t care. Yes, consent was important, but now that you knew he wanted to kiss you, you saw no reason as to why you should stop yourself from doing so.

He gasped when your lips met his again, just as desperate as he had been moments ago, but he kissed back hungrily, and placed his warm hands on your waist as you climbed into his lap. He held you close and steady, as you got lost in his touch. An hour ago you could never have imagined thinking this, but he radiated safety. The way he held you, the way he kissed you, the way his breath brushed over your skin in little gasps, the hammering of your heart at the quiet moans that escaped him. It made you feel like you were on top of the world, everything else around you forgotten, only you and Frank. Who cared about hotel bathrooms and touring and bands and music? Not you, not while you were kissing Frank like you had dreamt of since the first proper conversation you had had with him. The voice, that had tried to remind you of this little fantasy while the rest of you had convinced you that you hated Frank, seemed to dance a little dance of joy in your heart, as you wrapped your hands into Frank’s hair, and pulled him closer and closer.

Only when you were completely out of breath, you eventually pulled away, leaning your forehead to Frank’s shoulder. He used the opportunity to push the collar of the bathrobe away a bit, and placed butterfly kisses on your neck until you were giggling.

“I know I can’t make you stay,” Frank suddenly said, lifting his head. You did too, looking down on him from where you sat in his lap. “I know that if you truly want to leave the band, nothing and nobody can stop you. But when you do… do you think you could stay at least with me? I don’t want to lose you.”

Confused you furrowed your brows at him, tilting your head to ask what he meant.

“Do you think you could give me – us – a second chance. I love you, (y/n), I love your passion and how you never take shit from anyone, how patient you are, how caring, and you’re the most beautiful person I could ever imagine. I love you so fucking much, and I know I probably ruined any chance, but if I haven’t-”

“You haven’t,” you interrupted him.

Frank eyes widened hopefully, and he watched you very closely as he continued. “So if I asked you to be mine- will you be mine?”

“As much as you’ll be mine,” you answered, your heart beating a thousand miles an hour, as Frank laughed in disbelief.

“My heart’s been yours from the first moment on,” he breathed, before pressing his lips to yours again.

But instead of losing yourself in his kiss, you pulled away again.

“Ask me the other thing,” you demanded, making him look at you confused.

“The other-” he stopped, realisation hitting him like a freight train, and he barely managed to get the words out quickly enough. “Please stay in the band, please I beg you. Will you stay in the band?”

You smiled softly, and brushed his hair out of his eyes, before slowly getting up from his lap. Offering him a hand you helped him up. Immediately he placed his hands back at your waist, his eyes searching for an answer to his question in yours.

“Let’s go to bed,” you whispered, “We have a long tour ahead of us, and I don’t wanna miss out on a proper bed.”

“Is that a-”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll stay in the band. If you stop throwing shit at me on stage.”

Gently you pushed Frank down on the bed, and quickly he scrambled to get under the blanket before he opened his arms for you to crawl into. You followed his invitation without hesitation.

“I promise I’ll only throw myself at you from now on,” he whispered, and you could hear the sly grin in his voice, but when you placed your head on his chest, his heart was racing. He was not at all feeling as cool about the situation as he pretended. It made you grin, and you found yourself liking him even more than before.

“Approved, but only under the condition that you take the guitar off before.”

“That can be arranged,” Frank nodded, playing around with the hem of the bathrobe you were still wearing. “Hey, is that one of my shirts?”

Quickly you sat up again, and brushed the bathrobe off, revealing the shirt you had found in your bag, and put on.

“You packed that one for me,” you accused, but when you glanced at Frank, you found he looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky.

“You look so good in my clothes,” he whispered, pulling you back down to his chest, and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

His arms were tightly wrapped around you, and while he told you more about how he had felt in the months in which you had been fighting, how heartbroken he had been, how helpless, and how much he had loved you the whole time, you listened to his steady heartbeat until you had fallen asleep.

-

“Of course she was serious, when she said she wanted to leave,” Ray shook his head, pouring milk into his cereal. “Frank’s been harassing her for months. I’m surprised she didn’t quit sooner.”

“I always thought it was all in good fun between them,” Gerard sighed, sipping from his coffee. “I thought they were goofing around, not actually fighting. I mean, he’s so fucking hard in love with her...”

“Well, yesterday evening they were actually fighting,” Mikey mumbled. “Kept me up ‘till two before they finally shut up.”

“Do you think they killed each other?”

“If yes, we’re in real trouble finding not one, but two new band members,” Mikey sighed.

“I’m not offering my friends again,” Ray quickly defended. “She’s probably already mad that I didn’t shut Frank down more often. I don’t wanna loose more friends.”

“Do we even know anyone who plays drums and would join us?”

“You won’t need a new drummer, if you’ll still have me.”

Your voice made the three look up from their breakfast table, their eyes widening as they saw Frank and you standing next to them. It looked weird seeing the two of you standing so close next to each other without fuming from the mouths. Like an alternative reality, or real life Photoshop.

“Does that mean you’ll stay,” Ray asked, hopeful, his eyes quickly flickering to where Frank’s and your pinkies were linked between you.

“Frank and I talked tonight,” you answered and pulled out a chair, sitting down next to Ray. Frank took the chair on your other side, throwing his arm around your shoulder, and leant over, gently nudging his nose against your jaw before he placed a kiss there. “He had a few very compelling arguments for me to stay.”

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2:28

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader Summary: Frank texts you at an ungodly hour, asking you to come over, and you fold like you always do. Maybe you should stop giving in so easily, or maybe he should find the courage to tell you the truth. Warnings: NSFW content Tags: angst, oral sex, face-fucking, dirty talk, dumbification, praise kink, rough sex Word Count: 3584 A/N: No way, I actually like this! It's mostly projection but I think that made for a pretty good story. Wrote this last night after (once again) starting a fic and getting 1k words in, then deciding that it was going nowhere and quitting. I think I channeled all of my frustration into this though. I swear the key to writing a good fic is writing a bad one first, deleting it, and getting super pissed off about it.

2:28. It was 2:28 in the morning and Frank was messaging you. He had woken you up from a nice fucking dream to let you know that he was horny. Again. It happened a week ago, and the week before that, and so on. He would message you in the middle of the night, banking on you being awake, send you a string of lewd messages, and hope for the best. And you caved every single time. You weren’t dating him or anything, you were simply a fucktoy; a guaranteed good time. You’d definitely thought about being his girlfriend before, or at least hanging out somewhere other than each other’s apartments, but you were too scared of being denied–or worse, abandoned.

Frank was stable. Actually, he was so unstable that it made him stable. He couldn’t (or wouldn’t) date someone, too inconsistent to find someone real, which meant that he would be stuck with you until he eventually found someone as free-spirited as him. You weren’t ready for that day yet; you had grown dependent on him whether he knew it or not, which is why you willed yourself to climb out of bed, throw on something sexy, and ask ‘yours or mine?’ You were probably in love with him, but the idea of that was nightmarish, especially with the high probability of him ditching you for someone else–someone that was more to him than meaningless sex.

You stared at your phone, rubbing your eyes to clear them, trying to read what he had said. He had only sent one text tonight; a simple ‘you up?’ It was never that simple though, was it? It was never “you up? i miss your voice.” It was always “you up? i need a quick fuck and you’ve always been easy.” Not that he ever said that, but it was pretty obvious with his lack of hesitation when it came to texting you.

Frustration filled your body as you messaged him back, nothing more than a ‘yeah’, but you were still mad at yourself for responding. You let your head fall into your hands as you waited for a response, trying not to rip your hair out. Frank wasn’t the problem, and he probably never would be. It was always you, chickening out rather than talking to him about this giant problem you were facing with your arrangement.

Before you could overthink this anymore, your phone went off. ‘can you come over’ it read, and you fought the urge to write back ‘no because i’m in love with you and i can’t keep fucking you like i’m not’. Instead, you said ‘be there in a bit’, because why wouldn’t you? Why would you, of all people, face your fears for once and let yourself be happy?

Quite honestly, it was depressing. You lifted yourself out of bed and walked over to your dresser to pull out some overpriced lingerie. It was basic, black and lacy–a set that he had always been fond of. Not that it mattered much though, as it would be on the ground before he could pay real attention to it. He never cared what you wore or looked like; Frank would fuck anything as long as he had a place to put his dick. Deep down you liked to believe that he kept talking to you because he thought you were prettier than everyone else. Maybe that was vain, but it made you feel better about getting all dolled up for him.

You trudged to the bathroom, clad in intimates and loungewear, hoping to give the impression that you didn’t just roll out of bed. Frank didn’t care about makeup either, but you put it on anyway to at least cover the dark circles that would spark an unwanted conversation if noticed. He did care about that–well, you. If you looked tired or seemed off he would ask you about it, make sure you were alright, and let you know that he was ‘always there to talk.’ He was a sweetheart, and you hated it. He was so goddamn perfect and never really yours.

You studied your reflection when you were finished, looking for imperfections, not answers, but you ended up spacing out again and trying to figure out where you went wrong. He was originally just some hot guitarist at the bar you frequented–there was no depth there. He was fun and easy. Easy in the sense that you felt comfortable around him, easy-going. Not easy in the way he probably thought about you–easy to get in your pants, even easier to get you to submit to him.

After what was presumably way too long, you tore your eyes away from the mirror, grabbed your phone and car keys, and finally left your apartment. There was a slight chill in the air and bright stars glistened in the sky. You had always loved the stars, watching them through your window as a little girl instead of sleeping. What would she think of you now, going to visit a man that doesn’t love you to give away something more valuable than her prized Sega Genesis? Whether that was time or innocence, you weren’t sure, as both of those had been flushed away years ago. Maybe it was yourself; perhaps you lost yourself a little more each time you gave in, so desperate to be wanted by him that you became oblivious to the outcome.

Frank didn’t live too far from you, only about fifteen minutes away. You turned on the radio in hopes of drowning out your thoughts, but it became white noise as you continued to think. The drive was nice–a bit anxious–but relaxing as usual. Driving had always been soothing for you, so it was never an issue for you to drive to his apartment–it bought you time.

The complex was pleasant and filled with nicer people than yours. He had offered you his spare bedroom once after an altercation with your neighbor, but you declined and stuck to your shitty building. He worried about you, probably more than he should. You didn’t have to wait long to be buzzed in, so he must’ve been waiting. A small smile crept onto your face, hoping deep down that he was waiting for you because he was excited, not just his dick.

“You look pretty,” he told you when he opened the door, giving you a once over before letting you in. Things always started the same way–he’d invite you in, and the second the door shut, his lips would be on yours. He kissed you hard like always, making it painfully obvious that this was just sex. Despite the ferocity he used, his lips were soft and felt perfect against yours. Reluctantly, he pulled away, leading you to his bedroom before he tried to bang you against the door.

Things never went slow, so it wasn’t a shock when he was back on you immediately, tongue slipping into your mouth while his hands tugged at your clothes. You moaned as he kissed you because damn, he was good with his tongue. He licked at the inside of your mouth which probably tasted like toothpaste, but he didn’t seem to care as long as you were making noise. That was another thing about Frank; he knew he was doing a good job if you made noise, whether it was praise or moans, he relished in the sound of your pleasure.

Your hands tugged at his hair, and somehow he kissed you deeper, finally pulling away to take off your sweatshirt. You slipped off your shoes and pants as well, and he let out a low moan as his eyes scanned over your body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said as you stepped towards him again, letting his hands roam. He traced each curve, mesmerized by you. Growing impatient, you pressed your lips against his again, which wasn’t your brightest move as you were pulling away only seconds later to take off his shirt.

He lifted you onto his bed, studying you once more before joining you. His hands found their way to your breasts, caressing them through the thin lace as he pressed his mouth against yours. Frank liked to kiss you. In fact, he liked anything that had to do with his mouth being on you. He’d suck pretty bruises into your skin, specifically on your thighs where only you could see them. He liked to taste you, whether it was frenching or eating you out. He liked your breasts a lot too, whether he was using his mouth or not. You’d make a joke about him not being breastfed as a baby, but you thought better of it.

His lips drifted lower, teeth grazing your skin as he sucked at your neck, erection growing as you whined under him. Eventually, he made it down to your chest, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the exposed skin, watching you squirm as his thumb brushed your clothed nipples. He reached around you, unclipping your bra with impressive ease, tongue circling the areola teasingly, before flicking it against your nipple. He grinned as you arched into his touch, fondling the other with his fingers.

“You like that?” he asked, already knowing the answer. He stopped for a moment, giving you space to respond, only to repeat his actions the second your mouth opened. Rather than words, he got an unrestrained moan. “Fuck off,” you mumbled, and he lifted his head, eyes wide as he stared at you. “C’mon, you don’t really want that, who would fuck your pretty pussy?” You wanted to slap the cocky grin off his face, but really, who were you to argue with the truth?

“Just you,” you said, almost rolling your eyes, stopping as he swapped sides, pinching your nipples gently before reattaching to one. He swirled his tongue around it, and you ran your hands through his hair as he went at it, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. Christ, he had some mommy issues to work through.

You were becoming uncomfortably wet, rubbing your thighs together only for him to hold them apart. “We’ve barely started and you’re already so needy,” he said, pulling off and kissing down your stomach. You wanted to bite back and say that he texted you, so if anyone’s needy it’s him, but you held back.

He traced the waistband of your panties with his tongue, but didn’t pull them down, or make any move to touch them. Instead, he buried his face in your thighs, leaving several lovebites that would trigger a bittersweet memory in the morning. Every time he nipped at the skin, he’d run his tongue over it, soothing it. After what felt like forever, he shifted up, pressing his mouth higher and higher, until he finally planted a kiss your core. You shuddered at the sudden touch, a loud moan slipping out as he ran his tongue flat against it, pressing the thin fabric against you.

“Fuck, Frank,” you breathed, wriggling as he touched you over the lace instead of making direct contact. “You got all pretty for me, I want to enjoy it,” he said, humming against your skin. Your hips jumped at the vibration, creating more friction. “You’re always so pretty, y’know that? And you’re all mine.”

You liked how he called you pretty, rather than hot or sexy. You weren’t exactly opposed to either of those, but it made things feel real, even if he had said it four times already. The second half of his statement killed all the warmth his praise caused you though. You weren’t all his, you were only his when he felt like it. Newfound fame made it more difficult for him to just hook up with girls, but he trusted you.

You inhaled sharply as the cool air hit your now fully-nude body, though you were grateful he had finally stripped you. He brought your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to his mouth. He didn’t take nearly as long this time, running his tongue along your impossibly wet cunt, moaning at the taste of you. You bucked against him as he continued to glide his tongue over you, wide strokes at first before circling your clit, drinking in every noise you made.

His hands sunk into your thighs, tongue dipping inside of you, making the muscles in your abdomen tighten. He kept his pace, collecting wetness on his thumb before pressing it against your clit, still thrusting the tip of his tongue inside you. He groaned as you pulled his hair, the sensation causing your vision to blur, eyes squeezing shut as you came, moans bubbling up in your throat as he kept going, cleaning up your mess eagerly.

He climbed back up to you, kissing you wet and messy, having you taste yourself on his lips. “Holy shit, that was–” you started, unable to finish your sentence. “Don’t worry, you can pay me back,” he grinned at you thumb tracing your mouth, and you knew exactly what he meant. You caught your breath as you swapped places, tugging down his stupid skinny jeans as you got settled.

He wiggled around trying to get out of them, which would’ve been a mood killer if you weren’t used to it by now. You pulled them down harshly, looking at him sympathetically but he didn’t seem to care. He was fully hard already, but you still palmed him through his boxers, mouthing the outline of his cock. “Don’t tease,” he mumbled, ironic considering that’s what he did to you. Still, you complied, freeing him, and licking the tip softly. He was the epitome of ‘don’t dish it if you can’t take it’, whining when you didn’t immediately shove his dick down your throat.

You pinned his hips to the bed, continuing to take your time with him, cutting off his protests by sucking on him, licking the head, and swirling your tongue around him, leaving him moaning instead of complaining. You left long licks along the length of his cock, tracing his veins as you went. He was long without being painful, and thicker than average, filling you easily, whether that was your mouth or cunt. He wasn’t one for waiting, pushing past your lips the second they were near his tip, filling your mouth with the salty taste of precum. You gazed up at him as you took him further down, and he groaned at the eye contact, rolling his head back against the headboard.

He kept bucking into your mouth, and you could tell what he wanted to ask, but was too scared of receiving a harsh ‘no’. Luckily for him, you would probably kill someone upon his request. You pulled off and he huffed, looking up at you, frustration turning to concern as you made no move to touch him again. Frank was stubborn and had some remaining dignity, so he wasn’t going to just ask for what he wanted, no, he was going to make it your job.

“I want you to fuck my face,” you told him, looking him dead in the eye as you spoke. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it. You couldn’t care less as long as it made him happy, but you still thought it was stupid that you had to be forward, even more stupid that you made yourself say it.

He wasted no time swinging his legs over the bed and standing in front of you, where you were already sitting on your knees for him. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured as you welcomed his cock with parted lips, taking everything he gave to you. He weaved his hand through your hair, getting a solid grip on you as he began to thrust into your mouth. His pace was slow at first but grew deep and unforgiving, tears building in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat over and over, his head thrown back in pleasure.

He mumbled a mix of phrases between moans that bordered on indecipherable, ranging from “fucking your tight pussy” to “you take me so well”. He thrust harder, rougher, and you knew that your throat was gonna be sore in the morning, but with his dirty mouth and those stupid fucking puppy eyes, how could you say no?

He was close to coming, but he pulled you off instead, which wasn’t unusual for him. “Wanna come inside you,” he breathed, wiping away the mascara that had streamed down your cheeks. Concern flashed across his face, “Did I hurt you?” Yeah, motherfucker, you rammed your dick down my throat. “I’m alright,” you shot him a smile as you laid down against the pillows, pulling him down on top of you to finish the job.

It was times like this when you felt like you weren’t just a hookup. He stroked your skin gently, staring at you with soft eyes as your lips met, always asking if you were sure before pushing any further.

He pushed in slowly at first and your breathing hitched. No matter how many times you slept with Frank, your body could never get used to his size. He continued until he was completely inside of you, waiting for a sign to keep going. You nodded your head after a moment, and he pushed back in, a bit harder this time. “Shit, you’re so tight,” he moaned, head falling against your shoulder.

He went slow for a minute before going at his usual pace, which was ‘I’m going to tear you apart’ not ‘I’m going to make sweet love to you while Careless Whisper plays in the background’. He thrust into you relentlessly, memorizing how you looked, mouth slightly agape with tear-stained cheeks, looking beautifully disheveled, all because of him.

You had no control over the moans that tumbled out of you, nor the several calls of Frank’s name, though there was no reason to feel bad about it because he was calling yours with the same desperation.

At some point, his name just became a jumbled mess, thoughts no longer cohesive and your brain stopped working with your mouth–or at all, actually. He was still talking to you like he always did, but it was all fuzzy and unintelligible. You were close, he could feel it, but you needed something more. He kissed you once more and circled your clit, darkening your vision as you shook beneath him. You sobbed out his name, and he thrust a few more times before coming inside you, effectively reminding you why you’re on the pill.

He rested his head on your chest, listening to your breathing as you tried to steady it. You stroked his hair as he laid there, still buried inside you and making no move to leave. Typically you would claim that you had work in the morning and needed to head home, but you didn’t work weekends and he knew that. You tried to come up with a reason to leave, not wanting to feed your fantasy of waking up next to him when he interrupted your thoughts.

“I love you,” he blurted out, startling you out of your thoughts. That was easier than expected. “I love you too.” He looked up at you, looking for any signs that you were kidding, but god, you’d never been more serious. “I want to be more than this, and take you on dates and shit,” he explained, still looking you in the eye. “I wanna like, call you my girlfriend and show you off to my friends, and then any time some girl comes up to me at a show, I can tell them that I have this awesome fuckin’ girl back home.” He gave you a soft smile, and you probably could’ve cried.

“I want that too,” you told him before turning stoic. “You’re a dick though, you know that? I woke up to your horny ass at two in the morning, and I came over every single time,” He looked a bit guilty at your confession, but he gave you another toothy grin. “Because you’re in looove with me,” he sang, lifting his head to peck your lips. You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, now prove that you love me too by cleaning up your mess.”

Fortunately, he walked off to get a towel, leaving you alone to thank your lucky stars for his abrupt confession. It certainly wasn’t what you expected, but there was no way in hell that you were complaining about it. He handed you a water bottle when he came back, and wiped you down before climbing under the covers with you.

His embrace felt different this time–it felt real. It was real. Things were quiet, and you could feel sleep washing over you when he spoke up. “Why didn’t you tell me that you love me?”

You cuddled closer to him, ignoring how ashamed you were of your answer, “Thought you would leave me.”

Frank could practically hear his heart break at your answer, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. “I’ll never leave you,” he promised. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“Probably not,” you laughed faintly, exhaustion taking over your mind. “Now let me sleep, we can talk in the morning.”

He bit back a grin at your words, heart fluttering in his chest. He would see you in the morning.

taglist:

@lubbockshusband​

#frank iero x reader #frank iero x you #frank iero #frank iero smut #mcr smut #my chemical romance #mcr x reader

[bodysnatcherrs4ever]

if you guys send requests for my chem fics maybe ill write some, smut or fluff i do not care just not angst i cannot cope with angst im a pussy when it comes to that stuff i can even read it 🙂

female!, gn!, male! ,afab/amab reader is fine

if i do write male!reader content dont be expecting something great.. 😬😬😬 ill try tho,, im sure ill get there one day.

#frank iero smut #frank iero x reader #mikey way smut #frank iero x you #mcr fluff #gerard way smut #gerard way x reader #ray toro smut #ray toro x reader #my chemical romance #smut #fluff

[dumblilb]

till my jaw locks and my tonsils are raw

#my chemical romance #frank iero #frank iero x reader #frank iero smut #gerard way #mikey way #ray toro #my chemical romance smut #pro rev #revenge era #revenge frank #pro rev frank #you brought me your bullets i brought you my love #the black parade #mcr tbp #three cheers for sweet revenge #tcfsr

[frnkiebby]

Z is for Zamboni

fucking stupid pretty motherfucker~🎃

#this one was surprisingly easy #that r really fucked me up #how is z easier than r?? and x??? #whatever #he’s so cute and stupid and adorable and hot and i love him #i also love all of you guys #like this blog is so much fun for me and i literally was only going to do one post a day when i first started it #so jfc #i do like 6 a day now usually and i just #i’m having sm fun #and you guys are sm fun #and i mean FUCKING FRANK IERO #take that how you will #FellowWhore Appreciation Day #follower milestone #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #frnkie #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

[centralperkspoison]

I Can See You - G. Way

PAIRING: Gerard Way x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: sexual references, a little fluffy.

SUMMARY: You and Gerard have known each other for years. When you finally confess to him, everything works out! But how do you keep it as a secret? (Based loosely on I Can See You by Taylor Swift)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

OTHERS: me posting? whattttt?! this was highly inspired by the song I Can See You by Taylor Swift, so I recommend listening to that while you read. Also, I haven't posted a fic in like a year this is crazy. also!!! not my usual work, not that much fluff just more back story. idk i have wrote in a while so im sorry!

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YOU KEPT EVERYTHING PROFESSIONAL. You and him only showed your true emotions behind closed doors. You'd brush past each other in the hallways most of the time ensuring to not let anyone catch on.

Of course, you and Gerard were friends to the public eye. You and him were the two lead singers of My Chemical Romance, but what happened behind closed doors stayed there.

You'd moved next door to the Way family when you were fairly young, quickly becoming friends with the two brothers despite the slight age differences; Mikey was three years older than you and Gerard was six years older, which is why in the beginning everything had to be quiet. But of course, you had kept your feelings for the nerdy older brother hidden since you were six, so that wouldn't be too hard.

When the band began recording for Bullets you had just turned eighteen and Gerard was almost twenty-five, which is when it first started.

-

"Why don't I understand basic song structure," You groaned. "You clearly have it down."

Gerard scoffed, "I do not have it down whatsoever, I just actually ask for input unlike someone who's stubborn as hell." He laughed. 

It was only the two of you on the bus, the rest of the guys were inside a restaurant buying breakfast while before you traveled four hours to only record half the album for Bullets.

"Here, bring it over so I can look at it." He said, sitting up on the couch on the bus. You slowly walked towards him, hoping he wouldn't realize who it was about. You silently hoped he couldn't tell, then sat next to him and handed him the lyrics you had written so far. He began analyzing them and handed them back to you.

"It's good, but the bridge should have more meaning. You've described this person in such a beautiful light, then the bridge is just happily ever after? Include some of the struggle in the relationship." You nod, beginning to write. He watches you closely from over your shoulder causing you to face the other way and lay down on him so he could get a better view. This was nothing unusual for you two, it was normal for you to lay on him or anyone else in the band.

You took his words into consideration, then started writing lyrics along the lines of 'If only he knew,' and 'I could see you being my addiction, you could see me as a secret mission.' along with some more context.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" He called, you could feel his heart speed up from your spot on his chest. "Yes, Gee?" You say, looking up at him. "Who is this about?" He asked quietly, playing with your long hair. You dropped your pencil and sat up, facing him. "Is that really important right now?" "I mean not really, I'm just a bit curious." He says with a slight smirk across his face. You just shrug and walk to where you were sitting previously to the whole song structure conversation. Once you sit down, he began speaking again.

"I mean of course the description sounds a little similar, short black hair, hazel eyes, crooked smile," He says, walking behind your chair and gripping it and looking down at you from over the back of the tall chair. "I would say Frank, but his hair doesn't exactly fall under that category anymore, and when you think about it, I'm the only one with short black hair now." He smirks. He already knew, but he was just trying to play around and have a little fun before he had to make his own scary confession.

"God, okay Gerard, the song is about you." You roll your eyes trying to make it come out as if you're not afraid to say it. "Wait, you're actually admitting it?" "Yes, I have a big fat crush on you, now can you please just turn me down already so I can get over it sooner." You sigh, and he walks around your chair so you two are facing each other now. 

"(Y/N), I'm not rejecting you," He smiles. "C'mere." He says, opening his arms for a hug, and you quickly throw yourself in his arms. You two linger in the hug for a while before you take a step back and look up at him. You two were so close your noses were touching. 

"May I?" He asks, moving his hand up so he's cupping your jaw. You lean into his touch and nod.

-

After you two established your feelings, your situationship turned into a relationship that ranged from sweet moments to insanely sexual ones, not that you had a problem with that, of course. It was just difficult keeping it from your best friends.

Eventually, fans began sniffing the two of you out. How you would always sit next to each other in interviews, when you were on stage you would always seem as if you were singing to him and he was singing to you, when they watched Life On The Murder Scene every time there was a video on the bus you'd have your legs sprawled out on top of his or you'd be laying on him, and even away from the bus he'd always send you looks.

You started seeing the fans reactions on Twitter in the two of your comment sections.

(Y/N)(Y/L/N): Day off with my boys! <3

mcrlover616: OMG R U AND GERARD DATING

frerard4li4e: Gerard belongs to Frank, girl. Back off.

bugmomma24356: You and Gerard are so cute ug! <3

After trying to cover up everything to the best of your abilities, nothing made them believe you, even your own band mates started thinking the two of you were together, so you two had to act more distant. 

No more laying on him, no more lingering hugs, and definitely no more making out on stage just to "make the crowd go wild". 

-

The two of you had to be entirely secret for almost a year now, and it was the first night of your new tour, Rise Against the Black Parade. 

Gerard brushes his shoulder against yours in the hallway while you two walk into the dressing room, shooting you a look. "Oh sorry, (Y/N)." He says quietly and slides his arm across your back before sitting two seats away from you in the dressing room. 

Makeup took a while, but you and Gerard were the last to finish. Once your artists left the room he sprung up to lock the door, and quickly met you in the middle of the room. 

He rested his hands on your hips and you hand your arms on the back of his neck, while he pressed his lips to yours aggressively. You parted from him for a moment, "Now don't go messing up our makeup," You smirked. "We can fix it ourselves." He grunts, picking you up and placing you on the counter.

The two of you were in there for a total of five minutes before someone started knocking on the dressing room door, causing you to jump like two teenagers caught by parents. "Hello? Who's in there, we need to change!" You hear Frank say from the other side of the door. The two of you quickly check your makeup to make sure it wasn't messed up, then you walked to the door to unlock it before turning to Gerard.

"You know, if stopped hiding... it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." You said and he began to shake his head. "The age difference, (Y/N)." "It's six years, Gee. At least it's not like twenty or thirty like some other couples." You say, causing him to shrug. "I guess it's not the worst thing in the world." 

You walk over and unlock the door allowing Frank to come in with the costume cart. Once he realized it was the two of you he gasped. "You?" He said pointing to Gerard, "And you?" He said pointing to you. You turn to Gerard and tilt your head. "Yeah yeah, big deal." He said walking over to wrap an arm around your waist.  That night was one of your best shows yet. You two started showing affection on stage once again, you put your emotion back into your lyrics, and you even got a chance to preform the song you wrote for Gerard that started the whole relationship.

#mcr gerard #my chem gerard #gee way #gerard way #my chemical romance #my chem #gerard way x reader #fem!reader #frank iero #mikey way #bullets #you brought me your bullets i brought you my love #tcfsr #three cheers for sweet revenge #revenge era #tbp #the black parade #fanfiction #mcr #ray toro #danger days #killjoys

[lxversblog]

DATING YOUR BEST FRIENDS DAD

WARNINGS: dom gerard, big age gap, reader is female, teasing ig, smut, degrading, use of swear words, pet names such as doll and baby, fluff

MINORS DNI

reader is 26 gerard is 42

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You had been in this situationship with gerard for about 2 months and you felt so bad having to hide this from bandit. However you just couldn’t resist him; and how could you pass up all the moments after where he would hold you so close. He offered more than any man could.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. That’s how all situationships start. However when you see him giving you those glances you can’t stay away.

“Fuck we really shouldn’t do this it’s not fair to bandit” you said in a fit of heated kisses.

“But we are having so much fun already” he replied kissing you deeply and passionately while messing with bottoms.

“It’s not right to bandit” you say between kisses.

“Yet you love it because your my slut” he growls as you whimper against his lips knowing he’s right. You do love it, especially when he thrust in all the right ways.

“Lift your hips doll.” he whispered in your ear as you did just that on command like always.

He pulled your pants off with one quick swipe before moving onto his own. The sight was enough to turn you on. You watched as he pulled out his cock, biting your lip you opened your legs for him needing him more than ever.

“Dirty girl legs already open for me.” He spoke in a raspy low tone filled with lust as he teased your entrance. You whined not being able to wait any longer.

“Please stop teasing baby.” You looked up at him with a submissive glare gasping as you feel his full length.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned out to himself as he started to thrust into you holding your hips and taking you all the way down to the base.

You moaned feeling him so deep inside you. No matter how wrong it was it always felt better. As he quickens his pace your hands make their way to his back making marks down his back.

Feeling the stinging pain in his back he groaned. Quickening his pace he placed his head in your neck as he sped up.

“You feel so good baby” he praised in your ear listening to you whimper

“Gee im gonna cum! fuck!” you yelled out as you got close to your climax

“Fuck me too!” he groaned as he looks into your eyes.

“Let’s cum together.” He says as you both reach y’all’s climax together. You moan feeling him fill you and he groans as he watches it all spill out of you.

“Look at that.” He smirks kissing you. You pant as you come down from your high.

“Promise me we tell her soon?” you speak softly as you snuggle close to him

“I promise.”

#gerard way x reader #gerard way #smut #mcr #my chemical romance #mikey way #frank iero #for you #minors dni

[rdiowx]

Me after getting the 30th female reader ask this month

Idk if you guys know how to fucking read but i DONT WRITE FOR FEMALE READERS AS I AM NOT A WOMAN MYSELF NOR WAS I BORN FEMALE

THAT IS ASKING A MAN AND A GAY MAN AT THAT, TO WRITE FOR WOMEN (a nonbinary man but my point still stands)

#PLEASE GIVE ME A BREAK #so close to making this blog fem dni cause of this #i write nonbinary stuff because IM nonbinary that isnt an invitation for you to assume that this is a fem based blog #SO FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME THIS IS A NBLM/MLM BLOG #mcr x reader #frank iero x reader #mcr x reader smut #frank iero x reader smut #gerard way x reader #gerard way x reader smut #mikey way x reader #ray toro x reader #ray toro x reader smut #mcr smut #gay #mlm #mlm and nblm only #nblm

[bunni-writing-desk]

anything frank iero x reader agere pls? 😇

again, not agere but sure I guess, just call it age regressor reader because not everyone who is a sfw age regressor is a part of the agere community

I'm not sure what in specific you were asking for so I'll give headcanons for a certain scenario (please make sure to be more specific if you really want something to be answered)

Frank and age regressor! reader Zoo Day

Frank loves to take you places of course, he's a pretty active care giver

so he decided today to take you to the zoo!

when you both walked through the big gates he immediately picked up a map, pointing at some of the animals

"so where are we going first, kiddo?"

You decided to go see the elephants in the Asian pavilion first, there were so big and you were always amazing on how something so big can still exist

As you both made you way up to the elephants you looked at the animal enclosures along the path, there were tigers and other large cats

When you got to the elephants you go to warch a video about the elephants at the zoo, their names and their personalities

After that you moved on to the red pandas and the rhinos, watching the red pandas hop around the trees and the rhinos verrryyyy slowllyyyy eat

Frank pointed out that there was a children's area in the Zoo and asked if you wanted to go, of course you said yes

in the children's zoo there was a cool tree themed slide and your favorite part, a feeding the lorikeets activity!

Frank happily handed over a couple dollars to let you feed the lorikeets, you and him both holding little plastic cups of sugar water

when you got inside the small net building with the lorikeets one landed on your shoulder which frank took a picture of.

When you both got finished feeding the birds frank decided it was time to be heading out, you were starting to get tired and you had seen most of the animals already

on the way out Frank bought you a stuffie of your favorite animal from the gift shop :]

#please stop calling it agere i am very tired of it #frank iero x reader #frank iero x you #age regressor reader #age re safe space #sfw age regression #fandom age regression

[gghoulishdelight]

"At the End of the World, or the Last Thing You See.."

pairing: mikey x gn!reader x ray

genre: fluff xtreme!!

a/n; based off of a dream i had, except not ghost of u mikey cuz i dont want him to die

/ look at these nerds<33 luv them /

"micheal james way, stop messing with your hair before i pin your hands down!"

mikey jumps at the stern sound of your voice coming from the entrance of his dressing room, a sheepish look on his face as he meets your glare through the mirror he's facing. he couldn't help himself, he was nervous and he didn't feel as if his hair looked like it should, but then again, he wasn't all that interested in costume design like you were. you technically weren't their costume designer, but you were definitely the one who ran around making sure everything looked according to plan when they had photoshoots and videos. his hands drop back down to his sides under your stern glare before you have the chance to make your threat come into fruition, his face turning the slightest bit pink as he heard gerard's giggles echoing from their own dressing room. god, he's never going to hear the end of this.

"if you would stop messing with your hair, you wouldn't have to be teased by your brother and i could finally help ray get his hair into a ponytail before you lot have t' go onstage," you scold the taller way brother while you fix his hair in place again, having to stand on your tiptoes the tiniest bit so you can reach. speak of the devil, mikey thinks as ray pops his head into the room, curious to know what's being said about himself. he grins at mikey through the mirror, silently giggling at how silly the two of you look right now and venturing into the room further.

"i heard my name, what's up?" ray's gentle voice draws your attention away from mikey for the time being, your face softening as you look at him and smile sweetly. ray always had a calming effect on both his partners, no matter the situation.

"nothin', just your boyfriend here can't seem to stop messin' with his costume long enough that i can help you get ready," you tease a little more lightheartedly this time, earning a little grin from mikey. he stays quiet as you trail your hands down from fixing his hair to gently cupping his cheeks, only letting out a little hum of content when you reward him with a gentle peck on the lips.

ray clicks his tongue in mock disappointment as he wiggles his way behind you, resting his chin atop your head and wrapping his arms around your midsection to pull you in close. "let me guess, you already threatened to pin his hands down?" he teases with a grin, only to giggle when you turn your head away from them both to try and hide the blush dancing on your cheeks. mikey takes this as a chance to start peppering soft kisses along the side of your neck, smiling at the way you try to squirm out of ray's grasp.

"guysss, c'mon! you gotta go out in 15, and i still needa fix up ray!" you complain in a whine, yet there's no actual bite behind your words, just soft love and warmth for the two. they end up letting you go after a few more seconds of affection, but only after mikey steals one last kiss from you.

"thank you," he whispers almost silently, taking your hand and tapping thrice on your palm, his silent way of saying 'i love you' when he didn't have the words to say it aloud. you just smile, tapping back and grinning widely at the way his eyes light up at your understanding. you don't think you'll ever get over the way he seems so fascinated with you responding in turn. he and ray share a kiss before you tug ray out of the room, only to be met with gerard and frank mockingly 'making out' (aka pretending to kiss and moan while also giggling their asses off) outside of frank's room, clearly pretending like something unholy had been happening between the three of you. you just sigh and bite back a grin, ignoring ray's noise of protest at their actions as you drag him away from the scene and into his own room, only to blush furiously at frank's shouts of "use protection!".

you don't know what you'd do without these guys, even if they tormented you to no end.

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My School Bully

Pairing: Revenge Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: bullying, enemies to lovers, fucking

Summary: After months of anguish and bullying from Frank Iero, your bully, you’ve decided you’ve had enough. One run in with him and your whole world changes, for better or worse?

A/N: Wrote 8 pages on google docs lol.

I started at a new school in New Jersey, previously being from the south, I was nervous. I did have a more alternative style but had that country twang. I was hoping my style would make up for the voice but I don’t think it’ll work. I can’t stay silent for long. 

I timidly walked through the halls of my new school as people were friendly with one another. Seemed like everyone was already familiar with each other, which means it’s gonna be harder for me to make friends. Thankfully we had uniforms so if someone wanted to bully me they couldn’t bully me for how “emo” I dressed. 

I got to my locker and as I opened it a random boy popped out of it, I screamed. This guy had blonde and black hair, a nose piercing, a baggy uniform, and was rather short. He looked at me right in the eye with a smirk on his mischievous face. “Who’s this creature?” he said while his friends laughed, flicking his finger on my forehead. 

I let out an “Ow” and rubbed my head. I tried to ignore him but they persisted in bothering me, “Did you even wash your hair? Could fry a fucking egg with that shit,” they laughed. I hid my face from them with my locker door, but all he did was slam the door shut hitting me in the head. “Can you just stop?” I asked softly. 

“What was that little mouse?” he said, leaning down, cupping his ear to pretend he didn’t hear me. “Nothing..” I said quietly. After that he and his little posse walked away. I peered at them before I went to class and caught the strange boy staring at me. 

As soon as I got home I went online to see if I could find out who that guy was. I went to the school's Instagram page and scrolled through their followers list to see if I could find his name first. No luck, so I clicked on a random person's account and looked through their following and followers list, AHA! Found it. I clicked on his profile and scrolled through it, lots of music related stuff, skating, smoking, drinking, typical edgy teen kid stuff. I clicked on a photo to examine it more but accidentally double tapped on it. I panicked and immediately un-liked it, I just messed up big time and I knew I was going to pay for it. 

I threw my phone across the room and screamed into my pillow annoyed with myself. I’ll just go to bed and pray I don’t run into him tomorrow. 

The morning came quickly and I got myself ready, dreading the day ahead. I said bye to my dog before leaving and waited at the bus stop. There was only me standing there, using my hand to block the sun. Out of the corner of my eye I see a group of loud boys approaching. My eyes widened as I realized who they were, I put my hand to the other side of my face to hopefully shield their eyes from recognizing me. 

It worked and I was able to eavesdrop on their not very quiet conversations. 

“Someone has a crush!” one teased. 

“It’s not a crush! I just think she’s pretty. I can be mean to her and also think she’s pretty,” the one who sounded like Frank said. 

“You’ve done this before Frank, you’re mean to them and then you fuck em’,” they laughed. 

I got on the bus in a flash and found an empty seat next to a window. I stared out the window, shrinking myself down so I wouldn’t be seen. But, at the same time it felt like a giant arrow was pointing at me saying, “LOOK AT ME! I’M RIGHT HERE!” 

They all got onto the bus and walked past me, I sighed realizing I was safe. The bus ride went completely fine until I got off, I pushed past everyone so I could get away from them. Before I reached the entrance the back of my collar was being grabbed, I squealed. “Piggy got something to say?” Frank said in my ear. I shook my head no repeatedly. 

“Are you sure? Liking my instagram photos last night says otherwise, you stalker,” he said, throwing me to the ground. His friends walked past laughing at me as I tried to get myself off the ground. I went to my locker but made sure he wasn’t there and put my stuff away. I stood there for a moment and let a few tears fall from my eyes. I sniffled trying to pull myself together shortly before walking to my class. As I walked down the halls I saw Frank pass me and turn back to look at me. 

I made eye contact for a few seconds but felt more like minutes. He had a random girl wrapped around his arm who looked like she had been around. For a moment, for a hopeful moment it looked like he had an ounce of remorse on his face. I doubt it though. 

I was able to go through the day without any more problems. 

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Today the weather was nice and wasn’t terribly hot so I decided to walk to school. I saw no sign of  Frank and his posse. I made it to school in a great mood and headed to my locker, then again no sign of them. I thought it was strange and just thought that they skipped school or maybe he’s sick. 

It was weird that I was just expecting to get bullied and ready for it. I’m just glad they have not terribly hurt me, at least yet. Gym class arrived rather quickly and before it started the gym doors slammed open, here they fucking are. I  groaned and rolled my eyes as the teacher told us to gather around on the floor. 

All he told us to go get changed and what we’d be doing today. I hurried to the bathroom and got changed in a stall and not around everyone else because it was just…uncomfortable. At this school even though we had uniforms we were still able to wear “normal clothes” as  gym attire. 

I had a The Cure shirt and some black jean shorts, definitely not in dress code but the teacher is a creep so he lets it slide. I threw my hair up in a ponytail but quickly took it down realizing it could get pulled. Class officially started and we were playing dodgeball, great. The team leader was a popular girl named Emmy and…Frank. 

One by one they picked people and I was the last to be picked. The popular girl said my name hesitantly but I’m surprised she even knew it. We got started and Frank had his eyes on me the entire time, instantly he threw balls at me. And he threw them hard. I threw the balls right back at him not taking my eyes off him, the teacher caught on and said, “Hey you two lovebirds! Stop targeting each other, that’s not how you play.” 

I started targeting other people, getting them out easily. Frank on the other hand had no plans on trying to target others. For a second I saw him gather the others and whisper something to them. In a matter of seconds I was being attacked with balls. I fell to the floor guarding my face with my hands. 

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Lunch thankfully was right after gym and I was starving. I got in line and as I had my headphones in I felt my skirt lift. I swung my body around and saw Frank’s friend towering over me. He had black hair that was a lot longer than Franks. “The fuck do you want?” I said in my lil country accent. He laughed and smirked, “I’m just admiring you, that's all sugar,” I scoffed in disgust. 

“Come on, don’t ignore me like that,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist. I tried removing his arm but he had a strong grip. “I don’t even know your name. Not to mention you and your little friends decided to team up against me during gym,” I said matter of factly. He dug his head in my neck, “It’s Gerard. And it’s nothing personal baby, don’t be such a prude,” he whined. I rolled my eyes, “Whatever,” I said, getting away soon as possible. 

I found a spot outside where I knew I wouldn’t be bothered. I let out a few tears but was rudely interrupted by THE ones. I was stiff and didn’t want to move like a possum playing dead in the road. If I didn’t move they didn’t see me, “We have to find her. I need to be around her,” Frank said. Was he talking about that one girl I saw? Did he have a girlfriend? Does his girlfriend not like me? I don’t even know this girl!

I heard my surroundings get quiet as I had my head on the table, my eyes on the ground below me. I saw feet sit at the table and my eyes widened, really? Fucking really? I thought to myself. “What’s wrong baby?” Gerard said to me pitifully, but he didn’t care. I know. 

He rubbed his hand on my back, I pushed his hand off me and lifted my head avoiding eye contact. “What the fuck do you want?” I said annoyed. “I just wanted to ask you something, that's all,” Gerard said. “Well?” I said with an attitude. 

“Do you wanna maybe go out with me? Y’know, be exclusive with the one and only,” he smirked. God he was a douche. I didn’t even respond and just looked at him with disgust, “I’m just kidding jeez! I don’t know a single person who would want to touch you with a 10ft pole.” His friends laughed in unison. 

“You just fucking did but you don’t wanna tell them that do you?” I said scoffing. “You gonna tell them?” I said, while his friends asked him what he did. He didn’t want to respond so I left. 

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It was the beginning of December now and the bullying never stopped. I was shoved in lockers, held against the wall, food and drinks thrown on me, pushed to the ground, bullying in the gym, them stalking my social media, etc. 

One day as I walked home I noticed Frank walking in front of me, I gasped and covered my mouth immediately taking a different turn. When I looked up from the ground Frank stood in front of me, “What the fuck do you want?” I said to him inches from his face. 

Frank smirked, “Wanted to see to my favorite punching bag.” My blood boiled and I saw red. I’m tired of being this “punching bag”. 

“Y’know what, Frank? I’m SICK of this,” I yelled. “The FIRST day at this pretentious shit school you tormented me. What did I ever do to you? Of course you just have to pick on the new girl,” I splurt out in a fit of rage. He stepped back and softened his gaze, he looked back at me with guilt and regret. “I don’t fucking know,” he said shaking his head. “I guess I just…I don’t know. I like you and thought you were pretty, I didn’t understand how to convey my emotions to you. You just seemed…different from everyone else,” he said tearfully. 

He got down on his knees in the snow, holding my hands. “I’m sorry Y/N. Please let me make it up to you,” he said begging. I sighed, biting my lip unsure what to do or say. “I need a little bit to think about this, I really do. I’m sorry I can’t give you an answer now,” I proclaimed, getting away as soon as possible. 

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Weeks went by as Christmas break was approaching. I still hadn’t said anything to Frank but anytime we had interacted he was beyond friendly. I saw him and the guys sitting at a table in the far corner, so I decided to go up to him. “Hey Frank,” I smiled nervously. 

“Hey,” he said, tone cautious. “I just wanted to thank you for apologizing to me. I appreciate it,” I said. He shrugged, “It’s nothing, I was such a jerk.” 

I stood there for a moment hesitant to talk, “I really admire your ability to change and admit you were wrong. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here.” I smiled, giving him a hug. Before he could say anything I left, my cheeks were bright red and hot. 

Later that day I texted Frank on Instagram:

Me: hey sorry for leaving so abruptly earlier 

He replied within minutes. 

Frank: it’s no worries, i’m sorry for not saying much

Me: Do you wanna hang out this weekend? Just us? 

Frank: Can I come over now? I’m already on my way

Me: what? I mean go ahead but my room is a lil messy

Before I knew it Frank was knocking at my door, I shoved the stuff that was on my floor into my closet and vigorously brushed my hair out. I ran to the door as fast as I could and opened it smiling, he embraced me in a tight hug. 

I led him up to my room, “Sooo, this is my room,” I showed him around. I stood in front of my bed and Frank pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me. “Wha-” I began to speak but was cut off by Frank pressing his lips to mine. It took me a couple seconds to adjust under his kiss but I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“I’ve waited so long to do this, Y/N,” he said, lifting my shirt up. “Just shut up and fuck me,” I said to him which made him blush and push his hips into me harder. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. 

Our clothes came off in a matter of seconds and Frank was shoving his fingers inside of me. The way he worked his fingers in and out of me made my hips buck and head go back. I moaned his name and just prayed hoping no one was home. “God you’re so hot Y/N,” he said, shoving his mouth into my soaking wet cunt. 

“Frank, fuck me, please,” I begged. “You dirty girl,” he said with a chuckle. He grabbed me forcing me into a doggy position, he grabbed my hair pulling hard. He slammed himself into me making me scream in pleasure, it was like all the anger he had was being taken out on my pussy. He flipped me over into missionary and slowly shoved his entire cock inside me, going slow. 

He stopped and started fucking me rougher, “Frank you feel so fucking good,” I moaned. “Is that right baby? Does daddy feel good?” he groaned in my ear. He stared at me right in the eyes, am I kinda glad he bullied me? I mean, if he didn’t I wouldn’t be getting the best dick around. 

I came several times on his cock and he finally came all over my boobs. We both got cleaned up and I got curled up in bed. “Are you staying the night?” I asked, hoping he’d say yes. “Of course I am, how could I leave you after that?” he smiled. He turned the lights off and got in bed with me. I was the little spoon and he was the big spoon. 

He nuzzled his neck right into my neck leaving small kisses, “Can I ask you something?” he said. “Always,” I replied, turning to him. He stroked my face with his thumb, “Will you be my girlfriend?” My eyes lit up and a wide smile grew on my face, “I’d love to.”

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Killjoys Never Die 15/15 - Save Yourself

Chapter Summary: There is only one way out: the way forward. And BLI does everything in their power to stop you. What nobody saw coming was your backup. Pairing: Fun Ghoul x fem!Reader Chapter Word Count: 4 360 Series Warnings:  mentions of drugs; poor mental health; suicidal tendencies; insecurities; throwing up;  jealousy; slavery (?); experiments on living humans; mentions of eating disorder; graphic descriptions of: violence, injuries, torture, death

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Recap: You had made it into BLI’s headquarters, freed Kobra, but on your way out directly walked into BLI’s trap.

You had made it so far, into the very heart of BLI, had found Kobra, but it had been a trap all along, and now a SCARECROW-unit had opened their fire on you.

You did not know how, but like a miracle the first salve of shot missed you, as you all simultaneously turned to run for the doors. Where would you go from there? Outside more SCARECROWs were waiting, and you had no idea where the Youngbloods were, whether they were even still alive. One step after the other, you reminded yourself, as you covered Jet and Party, who dragged Kobra along. First you had to make it to the doors.

Blindly shooting over your shoulder, you followed them. Judging by the noise behind you some of your shots even found their target.

The closer you got to the doors, the better you could make out the scene behind them. An explosion had set fire to a building across the square. Countless BLI vehicles and what looked like hundreds of SCARECROWs and DRACs had crowded between you and that building. Flames were lighting up the night, flashing cold-white lights from the cars flickered over the facades of the surrounding buildings.

There was nowhere you could go. Even if you made it out of this building, you were as good as dead. The DRACs outside would have surrounded you within seconds. The SCARECROWs behind you were closing the distance between you too fast. It was hopeless. This would be the end.

That was when Fun, being the first one in the group, reached the doors.

“Go,” he shouted, holding it open for Jet and Party, who dragged Kobra along between them. The poor guy looked like he was about to pass out.

Fun waited until you were past him, and shot you a smile.

“Save yourself, I’ll hold them back” he shouted at you, alarming you.

He wasn’t gonna do the stupid thing, which he had promised you not to do, was he? He just couldn’t, couldn’t! Still in full sprint, you tried to come to a halt, but you were already outside. And then Fun pulled the door closed between you.

“Fun!”

You scream alerted the other three, who also came to a stop, as you turned around to properly take in the situation. The glass of the door separated Fun and you. He was locked in with the SCARECROWs, you locked out, forced to watch from the other side of the glass.

He was trying to buy time, just like four years ago. He was sacrificing himself, breaking his promise to you. Because you had promised each other nobody would be left behind.

Everything else faded to the background, as you stared at him through the glass. His lips moved, saying something. You could not be sure but you were certain it was along the lines of “Can’t let you die.”

Anger bubbled in your chest, as you watched him turn his back on you, firing at the SCARECROWs who had almost caught up with him, bringing down one after the other. You remembered the huge scar right above his heart, where the blaster shot had hit him when he had been killed. History would not repeat itself, you swore to yourself. Fun would not die, sacrificing himself to save his friends. He would not die in an attempt to buy you time by protecting these doors. You would not let him die. You just couldn’t. As in a trance you lifted your own blaster, aiming at the glass, at a spot where Fun would not get hit, and fired.

Along with your first shot, suddenly the facade of a house several dozen feet to your side exploded into rubble. You could not be bothered, as you fired a second, a third shot. The glass did not splinter. Jet and Party had joined you, still holding up Kobra between them, firing at the glass relentlessly.

You ignored the SCARECROWs behind you, who had finally taken notice of you. You ignored the way the house next to the headquarters had a hole blown into its walls, ignored the white tank that suddenly rolled into the square.

No, not white. It once had been, but now graffiti and paintings were splashed all over it, the most prominent a first holding up a hand grenade. The tank moved surprisingly fast, until it was in the middle of the square, before it started firing. Not ammunition in the classical sense. It fired at the buildings, at their white facades, and wherever it landed a hit, colour exploded. Reds and greens and yellows and blues and purples and pinks.

The tank was followed by a pick-up truck, rattling over the rumble of the destroyed facade. A once blue pick-up truck with Sandman behind the wheel, Soul Punk on the passenger seat, and Novocaine and Phoenix setting of fireworks from the back of the truck; fireworks that flew to the sky, exploding into a million stars of purple and gold. They whooped and cheered over the noise of the vehicles, over the terrified screams of the SCARECROWs who had never seen this much colour in their lives.

And then came the Killjoys; shouting battle cries, and singing hymns of freedom, following the tank and the truck, dressed in the colours of the rainbow, armed with grenades of paint, and grim smiles. There were hundreds of them, swarming the square, washing over the white of the SCARECROWs and DRACs like a wave over the beach, leaving nothing in their wake but colours.

You saw none of it, did not bother. All you saw was the glass that would not shatter, the glass which separated Fun from you, the glass that trapped him with the SCARECROWs. Each shot by them that missed him was a blessing. He fired at them, while you, Party and Jet fired at the glass. But you were just as much in danger as Fun. Not all SCARECROWs had submitted to panic at the sight of the tank and the colours, instead heading straight your way.

You would not make it, you suddenly realised once more. The enemy was all around, and even with the help of whichever mysterious force the Youngbloods had brought out to play, you would not make it, not all of you.

As if to prove you right, the SCARECROWs behind you opened fire, their shots so barely missing your head that you could smell where it had singed your hair. Jet turned around, and fired back at them, but it was no use. There were simply too many.

If this was the end, you could at least say you went down fighting for the people you loved. And maybe an end like this was not too bad, with the flashes of blasters left and right, the white lights of the BLI car lights, the colourful fireworks in the sky, the colour and life of the Zones washing over the dead white of BLI.

A blaster shot from behind your back missed you so narrowly, that the white fabric of the BLI suit jacket turned brown from where it had been burned, just as the glass you had kept firing at relentlessly suddenly splintered, crashing to the ground.

Launching forward, you grabbed Fun through the splintered glass, and pulled him out backwards, your fingers twisted into the fabric of his jacket. As you turned around, you finally got a look at the scene in front of the BLI headquarters for the first time.

Colour and light were driving out the night, songs and triumphant howling roared through the air and right in the middle of it the tank, fat red letters splattered over the side. “American Idiots”. A myth, a legend, the story Killjoys told themselves to fall asleep at night. The rebels that lived on the narrow sliver of land between Battery City and the sea, the heroes who freed those citizens who began doubting BLI. None of those stories were myths, as the scene before you proved. You had never seen so many Killjoys in one place, and most likely never would again. They had come here, together with the Youngbloods. To save Kobra. To save the Fabulous Killjoys. To save you.

You only had a moment to take in the scene before the pick-up with the Youngbloods came to a screeching halt, blocking the SCARECROWs direct line to you.

“Jump in,” Novocaine shouted.

You did not have to be told twice. Party and Jet hauled Kobra to the back of the truck, trying to stay low enough to stay out of the SCARECROWs’ line of fire. Novocaine and Phoenix helped pull the others on board, before Party extended his hand to you, but you shook your head, pointing to Fun. No way would you leave him to get on last, he might just have another stupid idea. Party did seem to think the same, because he quickly grabbed Fun’s wrist and pulled him up, before both of them reached for you, helping you in as well, Fun tucking you immediately into an embrace.

You had not even sat down yet, when the truck already started driving again, accelerating so fast that you almost fell over, and off the back. Quickly Fun tightened his hold on you, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could, keeping you from losing your balance, and dropping both of you to sit down.

“What the hell were you thinking,” you hissed at him, turning in his arms to be able to look up at him.

His eyes found yours, soft, and full of love.

“Couldn’t let you guys die there,” he answered, his face mere inches away from yours. You were wondering if he thought of kissing you. You sure as hell were tempted to kiss him, no matter how mad you were at him. Not the moment for such thoughts, you reminded yourself. “Not again. Least of all you.”

While the truck was racing over the square, Novocaine and Phoenix closed the back end of the truck, so nobody would fall off. You were heading right for the tank, as you could tell, now sitting squeezed between Fun and Kobra. Kobra’s body was strangely cool against yours, weakened from the years of malnutrition and torture, whereas Fun’s was hot from all the running and fighting he had done.

On top of the tank stood three figures, still firing what looked like paint balls, at the members of BLI, who were running around like a scared chickens, no order in their rows, as they were splattered in paint.

“Killjoys never die!” Soul Punk shouted from the front of the truck, a phrase that was repeated by the other Youngbloods.

It seemed to be a signal, because suddenly one of the Killjoys on the tank, one with dishevelled black hair, and black eyeliner, lifted a megaphone up.

“Killjoys never die!” He shouted through it, and as if on command, all the Killjoys on the ground suddenly began moving back towards the hole in the facade through which they had entered the square.

The truck took a different route though, sped off into the opposite direction and into one of the broad streets between the sky scrapers.

The last glance you got at the square before you turned the first corner showed you the extent of the damage that had been done.

The glass doors to the headquarters were broken, nothing left but shards on the ground now. The facade of the building next to it had broken down completely, where the tank had driven through it. The last Killjoys were just climbing over the rubble, the tank itself with its three Killjoys on top, the American Idiots, bringing up the rear.

The rest of the buildings were covered in paint that ran down the walls and collected in puddles of colour on the ground. The SCARECROWs and DRACs had crowded in the square, bathed in paint, still panicking, still running around aimlessly. They had been overrun. Terror had settled deep in their hearts. Within less than three minutes their precious, once white heart of the city had been turned into the most colourful place in all of the northern hemisphere.

Then they were out of sight.

Anxiously you waited for the sound of sirens, motors following you. Everyone seemed to do the same.

It was the groan of Sandman, over the rushing wind and the panting of the old truck’s motor, which drew your attention away from your fear of being followed.

“Hey, everything alright there,” Party asked. He had his arm wrapped around Kobra, but now he was stretching to see into the driver’s cabin where Sandman and Soul were sitting.

Doing the same, you found it was Soul behind the wheel instead of Sandman. You could have sworn it had been the other way around.

“Yeah, might need Jet to stich me up later,” Sandman answered, sounding both pained and amused. “Took a blast to the shoulder for you.”

The two had probably switched places after Sandman had gotten shot.

The last part was directed at Kobra, their eyes meeting, and Sandman grinned happily at the sight of his old friend.

Kobra had dropped his head to Party’s shoulder in exhaustion, but smiled too.

“Didn’t ask you to,” he answered. It sounded so awfully right to finally hear his voice again.

“I know. Still wouldn’t want it any other way,” Sandman answered, before he twisted back to sit more comfortably again.

Once the conversation had died down, you focused back on the noise around you. Wind, the motor of the truck. No BLI cars, no SCARECROWs or DRACs. No one trying to stop you from leaving the city.

The tall houses shot past, and you scanned the people around you.

Phoenix and Novocaine were sitting opposite you together with Jet. They all seemed to be as anxious to leave Battery City as you were.

As long as you were within these walls, you were in a lot more danger than literally anywhere in the Zones.

Next to you, Kobra had leant against Party, who kept his arm wrapped around his younger brother. On your other side, Fun was still holding onto the hand he had offered you when he had pulled you on the pick-up truck.

The truck was going as fast as its motor managed, and a few minutes later the tall, dangerously looming walls that marked the edge of the city, came into view. As you were driving closer and closer they seemed to lean down to you, as if they were to collapse on top of you at any moment.

You could feel yourself holding your breath, as you entered the tunnel underneath them, as you seemed to accelerate more and more. There was a barrier Soul just drove through, leaving wood and metal to splinter and fly through the air like a last reminiscence of the fireworks earlier. The tunnel was lit up with lamps, brighter than the night beyond, so when the end of the tunnel came into view it was just a growing black hole you were heading for.

You felt dizzy with relief. Finally you would be out of that damned city. The Youngbloods had saved you. You had Jet sitting opposite you, smiling at you as if to say ‘We made it. We really made it’. There were Party and Kobra, the latter’s shoulder pressing to yours, still cool, but slowly growing warmer and familiar. Oh, how you had missed him. And on your other side there was Fun, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close. You had them back, all of them. You were complete again, free.

The truck sped towards the black hole that was the night beyond the tunnel without slowing down, and the second the cool night air hit your faces, the smell of desert sand filling your noses, the people around you erupted in cheers. Soul Punk kept driving, but everyone was cheering and laughing, hugging each other. You were all alive. You had made it.

But before you could join in on the celebration, there was a tuck at your shoulder, and a moment later warm lips pressed to yours.

You did not think twice as you twisted around so you could kiss Fun back, just pressed yourself closer to him, wrapped your hands in his hair and pulled him in. He smelled of motor oil, and sweat, and pine trees. All these years you had dreamt of kissing him, all these nights you had spent next to him, wondering if maybe he felt the same. And now he was kissing you, breathless and euphoric about the life you finally felt pumping in your veins again.

You laughed as you kissed him, felt his lips pull into a grin too, but he refused to pull back. You had been separated for too long, he had been ready to give his life just so you had a chance to live, and you had proven that you could survive without him dying for you. That you did not want him to make such a sacrifice.

In the back of your mind you remembered the promise he had made you, that he would not try to sacrifice himself, and that he had broken it. But that was secondary now. Because he was kissing you, and your whole body tingled with endorphins, making you dizzy, but still you could not pull away from him, from his chapped lips, his rough hands holding you close.

You could feel his heartbeat, his strands of black hair whipping around you in the wind. When he pressed his tongue to yours lips, you almost flinched in surprise, but parted you lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth, running over your own.

Fun tasted of freedom, of life, of safety, of love. Nothing in the world would be able to compare to it. His hands found their way through the layers of your clothing, past the once white BLI uniform, and under your normal clothes, until his palms were flat on your waist. Rough hands on delicate skin. You could tell he savoured the feeling of you under his hands, of the life he could feel under his fingertips, and he sighed quietly into the kiss as you cupped the side of his face, pulling him closer to kiss you deeper.

His heartbeat thrummed in his hands, his lips, against your palm as you held his face. He was alive and warm and kissing you as passionately as if he had longed to do it for years. Little did you know that he actually had. His whole body was tense, from trying to hold you to him as close as possible, but at the same time he seemed to relax into your touch; strong muscles and scarred but soft skin. And when he eventually pulled away, lips pulled into the biggest smile you had ever seen on him, you knew that – no matter what happened – you would never be separated from him again.

“I love you,” he breathed over the rushing of wind, just loud enough for you to hear.

You leant in, kissed him again, gentler this time, whispered the words back against his lips, and he tightened his embrace on you, smiling at the confession.

When you finally pulled away, you felt like you were drained off all energy. You had not eaten since this morning, had crawled through sewers, ran up stairs, had thought one of your best friends had died, not once, but twice, had run down stairs, had fought your way out from behind a line of enemies, and still somehow none of this was as exhausting as the feeling of relief to find out your feelings were reciprocated by Fun.

Leaning your head against his shoulder as the truck bumped over stones and rocks, racing through the nightly desert, you found the stars in the sky above you were shining brightly, untouched by the damage BLI caused. It was a comfort, knowing that nothing could touch that beauty, and even if they were not always visible from earth, they would always be there.

Fun brushed his hand over your arm, and rested his head against yours. He whispered something, and almost the words would have been lost to the wind, but you still caught them.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

They made your cheeks heat up, and quickly you turned your head, pressing your lips to the side of his neck.

“Neither will I.”

The sun was rising by the time you had made it to Zone 6. There was no reason to return to the Diner. It had been compromised, you knew that. If BLI had not burnt it to the ground as they had claimed, they at least knew where you had been staying, and it would certainly be swarmed by DRACs in a few hours. Instead Soul had stirred you further to the south, to a small shed, one you had not seen in years. There was one last good bye to make, before you would leave the Zones. It had been decided that you would all go East. To DEMA.

Soul did not drive too close to the shed, just close enough to be able to make out the details. Party was about to jump off the truck, when Kobra pointed to the roof of the shed.

“She’s there.”

Against the brightening horizon you could make out the shape of a person sitting on the corrugated iron roof. At the sight of the stopped pick-up, they stood up. Brown curls stood up into all directions, and they lifted a hand to their eyes, to help them see against the rising sun.

Jet and Kobra got up too, and Fun offered you a hand, as you all stepped to the edge of the truck.

It had been four years since you had last seen the Girl. You had never dared coming back. All she knew was that the men who had protected her had died. She did not know they were back.

Until now.

Even from the distance you could see how surprised she was, and then the relief.

“Wanna get closer,” Soul asked from behind the wheel, but Party shook his head.

Lifting his hands to his mouth he shouted: “Killjoys never die!”

It took a moment, but then the Girl repeated the gesture.

“Keep running!”

Her voice was quiet, clear like a small bell in the cool morning air. It tucked at you heart, and you wanted to run over to her, and hug her for hours, to explain all that had happened. But that would have to wait.

There was a new mission that needed to be taken care of in order to stop BLI from producing new weapons, new nightmarish technology. You needed to leave to protect her. She knew that. She had always known that. She had always been so much cleverer, so much stronger than a child of her age should have to be. And now she also knew that you were not alone anymore.

The truck began moving again, and quickly you all sat down, waving at the Girl until she disappeared in the distance.

There was purpose again, a new goal: Bring down DEMA. There were crews who had requested your help. There were people you wanted to protect, who you cared about. People who loved you as much as you loved them. There was a new fight, a new battle in an ongoing war. You had won the last one with the help of your friends and a mysterious group you had thought were nothing but a legend. You had lost many times, but now that you had won once, and you would win again. For the Girl. For the American Idiots. For the Youngbloods. For Party. And Kobra. And Jet. For Fun. Fun, who had his arm wrapped around you, his head sunk to your shoulder as he dozed off.

You ran your fingers through his hair. Fun. Fun who you always had thought disliked you, but simply did not know how to deal with his emotions. Fun, who got jealous easily, until the moment he knew your heart belonged to him, who was so protective, so fragile, so strong, so stubborn, so loyal, who loved so hard, so much, so deeply. And he loved you.

You kissed his hair, and buried your nose in it, inhaling the same scent that had brought you peace so many nights. Motor oil. Pine trees. You had almost lost him today again. You had been so close to losing everyone. But after all these traps BLI had prepared for you, you still had made it out.

Taking another deep breath against Fun’s hair, you settled in a way that allowed you to both bury your nose in it, as well as keep your lips pressed to his head.

Around you the others, except for Soul who was driving, had already fallen asleep, neither of them having mentioned anything about Fun and you, maybe because they had assumed it was no new development. At least that was what you imagined they might think considering the conversation you had had with Soul about Fun the night before you had gone to Battery City.

Relaxing, engulfed by Fun’s warmth and the safety he provided, you closed your eyes. New adventures were waiting, but this time you knew you would face them side by side with your friends, with the people you trusted with your life. No, they were more than friends, had always been more than that. They were family.

As the pick-up truck kept speeding east, into the rising sun, into a new chapter of your lives, towards a new danger, a new adventure, you could not help but smile against Fun’s hair as you realised that even after your friends had died, they had all come back to life. Maybe there was some truth in that saying, you thought, as morning sun beams, wind and Fun’s hair tickled your face: Killjoys never die.

The End

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