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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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strawbszz · 1 year

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Kinda odd and specific request?? But can you do one where tattoo artist bf frank is with fem!reader who's a kindergarten teacher and everyone just questions their relationship because they're complete total opposites, just pure chaotic fluff honestly.

Frank iero x fem!reader

Requested: anon

Genre: fluff

Word count: 492

You are a kindergarten teacher called Mrs. Iero and it was a little stressful at sometimes.

Frank is a tattoo artist. He loved getting and doing tattoos. It was a pretty cool talent he had, and interest that you thought was pretty cool.

When days would get stressful Frank would cuddle you and make you feel good and all that stuff.

I was a Friday and you just got back from work. You had to pick up Frank from work since you guys only had one car and his work is on your way to the school.

You had your iPod plugged into your car and you were listening to some deftones. I was one of your favorite bands.

You pull into the parking spot of the tattoo shop.

You get out of your car and open the door.

Frank is doing some guy’s tattoo and glanced up at you. His face had a huge smile when he saw you. “Hey baby!” Frank says “I’m about to be done with this guy’s tattoo! I’ll be dome in like 10 mins!”

You smile. “Ok.”

“So how was your day, babe?” Frank asked.

“Hectic. It was the children’s Christmas party today so I had to help plan out everything, help decorate, all that stuff.” You say in a firm voice.

“Calm down babe.” Frank finishes up with the tattoo. “There you go my guy.” Frank whispers to him.

Frank takes off his gloves and walks over to you.

“Come here I miss you.” Frank says softly.

Frank hugs you tightly and you hug him back.

“I missed you too, Frankie..” you whisper.

“I’m clocking out guys! Bye!” Frank waves at his co-workers.

Frank grabs your hand and you both walk to the car.

You two stop holding hands and get in the car.

And you guys drive off.

You guys get home and the second the door is closed you two both start making out.

Frank rubs your sides.

“Can we just… c-cuddle on th- the… the couch…” you say though kisses.

Frank pulls off of you. “Of course. You know how much I missed your cuddles all day. Been craving them.” Frank giggles.

You blush and playfully hit Frank. “you’re silly..” you say.

“Let’s go lay down in bed instead. I know your back is killing.” Frank says rubbing your back.

“Mmm.. yeah..” you say in a sleepy tone.

Frank Leads you upstairs to your guys’ room.

You get up there and Frank grabs you at the top of the stairs. “Hey!! Put me down! I can get to bed by myself!” You laugh.

“Shh.. Princess..” Frank mumbles.

He plops you on the bed and pulls the covers over you. He gets In bed and snuggles up to you.

You scratch Frank’s scalp with you’re nails.

“Mmm..” Frank gets more cuddly from that.

“I love you, Frankie.” You say softly.

“Love you too, (Y/N)..” Frank falls asleep.

You fall asleep too.

#mcr #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #my chemical romance #mikey way #my chem #mikey fucking way #fluff fanfic #my chemical romance #frank iero x reader #mikey way x reader #ray toro x reader #gerard way x reader

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gghoulishdelight · 1 year

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"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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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years

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Subtle as a Brick (Frank Iero x reader)

Summary: When they started being more than just friends, Frank and (y/n) agreed to keep it to themselves. After all, the guitarist and the drummer getting together? They’d never hear the end of it. It’s just a shame they share a bus with the rest of the band...

Word count: 1111

Warnings: none. It’s like, PG-13 levels of suggestive (if that)

A/N: gender neutral reader because I am a what? That’s right, a whore for ambiguity. (Which is why hopefully, you can read this for any era that you please <3 )

Stifling a giggle, Mikey took a photo of the blissfully unaware idiots crammed into the bottom bunk of the bus, before reaching past the curtains of the bed above and poking it’s occupant in the leg.

“Hey. Dude.”

Gerard stuck his head out, still bleary eyed from sleep. “What, man?”

“Come and look at this.”

Rolling his eyes, he slid out of bed and moved to stand next to his younger brother, ready to berate him for disrupting a very pleasant nap when he followed Mikey’s pointing finger. And a grin crept across his face.

“Oh I fuckin’ knew it.”

If either of them had been any taller, Frank and (y/n) would have found it impossible to have ended up in this situation. But, bite-sized as they both were, the two of them fit perfectly into (y/n)’s bunk, snuggled up amid a tangle of blankets and hastily removed clothing. Thankfully, both of them were still wearing something - as a collective, the band had all seen Frank’s ass enough to last them a hundred lifetimes.

(y/n) was draped across Frank’s chest, their legs tangled with his, face buried into his shoulder. His arm was wrapped around their back, hand settled over the curve of their hip. Between the two of them, they were wearing one complete set of pyjamas, and the skin that was left on show was proof that pictures really do speak a thousand words. Both of them were littered with enough love bites to create a dot-to-dot trail, and Frank’s shoulders were marked with the telltale parallel lines of nail marks.

“Please tell me they aren’t naked.” Ray, a hand covering his eyes, poked his head around the doorway that separated the sleeping and living areas.

Mikey shrugged. “No, but they clearly were at some point.”

“Oh, gross. That’s not a mental image I needed.”

The three guys lapsed into silence for a moment, just watching their friends breathing in synchrony. This certainly explained a lot of things. For example, of all of them, (y/n) was the only person who’d never been injured on stage by Frank. Now this could be explained by the fact that they were safely tucked behind a drum kit for the whole show, but Frank’s bad habit of using anything within reach as a projectile whenever he felt like it - including, memorably, one of Mikey’s shoes that he’d actually torn off the other man’s foot - made this a rather impressive feat. At soundchecks, the two were always interfering with each other’s equipment and pulling faces at anyone who wasn’t looking in their direction, cracking up with laughter like a couple of kids the second they were caught. On the few occasions they actually went out to eat rather than getting takeout, they always seemed to sit suspiciously close. The rest of them had suspected that something was going on for a while, but infuriatingly, had never managed to catch them in the act.

Until now.

With a shrug, Gerard pulled the others through to the living space and closed the door that separated the two sections as softly as possible. “Don’t say anything when they get out here later. It’ll be way funnier if they fuck up and forget we’re here and start making out, or something.”

As they flopped onto the couch and switched on the TV, Mikey pulled a face. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t go any further than that.”

(y/n) was woken by the sensation of Frank softly trailing his fingers along their cheek, drawing little swirls and stars as he wandered his way down their neck before moving upwards again. They smiled sleepily and leant up to kiss his jaw.

“Hi.”

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” He pressed a kiss to their forehead, relishing the way the simple action made their cheeks flush. “You okay?”

“Mhm. Sore, but like... the good kind.”

“Post-show sore, or post-me sore?”

“Pig!... Both.” They swatted at his other arm half heartedly, and he laughed softly.

“Glad to hear it. Just a shame we can’t really stay here all day for an encore, y’know?”

Rolling their eyes, (y/n) shifted slightly away from his grip and reached for the other half of their pyjamas. “You’re such a cheeseball. Anyway, the guys would get too suspicious if we didn’t appear at all. And two, you’d just get hungry.”

An affronted look crossed his face as he reached for his shirt. “I can’t believe you’d say something like that.” And then his stomach groaned, as if to say ‘nope. They’re right and you know it’. “Fine. You win. Who’s going out first?”

“I’ll go. You might, uh...” and their eyes flicked downwards, a gentle smirk appearing. “You might wanna sort that out before joining the others.”

As they clambered out of the bunk, he pulled them in for a kiss that almost made them go weak at the knees, before patting them on the ass.

“Go on then.” He watched them go, waiting until the door had closed again to get up and head for the bathroom.

“Morning.”

Ray made a big show of looking at his watch. “Uh, afternoon, actually.”

“Kiss my ass, Toro.” (y/n) flicked a bit of cereal at him. “Am I the last one up?”

Peering over the top of the comic he was reading, Gerard shot a wink at Mikey. “Nah, Frank hasn’t surfaced yet. We were gonna come check on you guys - didn’t want you sleeping until soundcheck. Guess we don’t need to now.”

A flash of panic was obvious in their eyes for a moment, before they relaxed again. “Yeah, guess not. Maybe he’s getting some extra sleep after being kept up by Mikey snoring all night.”

As Mikey gasped - “I do not snore, prick!” - Frank shuffled into the living area, putting on a very convincing act of having only just woken up.

“’Sup.”

“Dude, tell (y/n) I don’t snore.”

“Why? You do.”

The bickering match only intensified as all five of them got involved, hurling petty insults at each other and making thinly veiled threats of bodily harm if they didn’t shut up (those were mostly from Ray). Frank flopped onto the couch, his free hand softly brushing against (y/n)’s knee while he was sure none of the others were watching. He was so focused on not spilling his bowl of cereal that he didn’t realise everyone else had seen the movement.

And as they both settled in with their breakfast, unaware that their clothes weren’t quite covering the evidence of last night’s activities, the other three shot each other a sly grin.

Oh yes. This was going to be fun.

#mcr #my chemical romance #fanfic #fic #frank iero #frank iero x reader #cuddles #fluff #but also wink wonk suggestive #secret couple #drabble #oneshot #request things I wanna write stuff!!#bullets era #revenge era #black parade era #danger days era #current era #cute n snuggly

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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I THINK THIS IS WHERE I REQUEST SO IVE JUST HAD AN AMAZING IDEA. So, Gerard x reader. This could go two ways. Way number 1- reader and Gerard hate each other, or way number 2- reader and Gerard are dating. So the reader is messing around with Gerard or he’s annoyed at the reader and he gets really close to the reader and the reader just moans. Like on accident they moan at him. And they’re both in shock and reader locks themselves in their room and one of the other band members comes in somehow and are like ‘it’s okay, also Gerard wants to see you’ for way number 1- Reader comes to see gerard and makes out with reader or for way 2- gerard is like ‘it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed’ and they’re just in love cutely. I hope this wasn’t confusing (but i know it was).

Summary: Gerard hates (y/n) who is Ray Toro’s sibling, after a while, they get annoyed with the constant insults and the rest so they decide to hate him back. They annoy Gerard afterwards for months, back and forth bickering until Gerard accidentally makes them moan leading to confessions from the both of them.

Enemies to lovers, Gerard Way x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: making out, smoking (cigarettes), swearing, alcohol, no smut but kinda heated

Word count: 1.9K

Long car rides are boring but not today, today I’m sat next to Gerard. One of my favourite things is to annoy him and get him riled up, it’s quite entertaining to watch. He hates me, I don’t know why because I never did anything to make him hate me.

When they were looking for a drummer I turned up for the audition and joined the band a week later. We started rehearsals and I was nervous as shit, what if they only let me join because Ray’s my brother? I did everything I could to make the others like me, I was polite, early and did my best in rehearsals but for some reason the frontman just didn’t like me. Everytime I tried to talk to him or be his friend he’d brush me off or be rude and after a while it started to affect me because even though I didn’t want to admit it, I had developed a crush on him.

I asked the rest of the guys if they knew why he didn’t like me but none of them came up with any good ideas, a few joking ‘what if he has a crush on you’s came up from Frank. I felt my heart flutter at the thought but I tried not to get my hopes up.

So once I’d been in the band for a while and had attempted multiple times to be Gerard’s friend I decided that I wouldn’t let him keep making me feel like shit. Instead of trying to be his friend I started answering back and matching his energy. If he doesn’t want to be my friend then I don’t want to be his. It also might have been me overcompensating for liking him but we don’t talk about that part.

So on this car ride, we’re using a five seater car but there’s five of us so we’re all cramped together except from the guys in the front, Mikey’s driving and Frank’s next to him sorting out the GPS and maps. Obviously I was put next to Ray (in the middle) because we’re siblings and best friends and that leaves Gerard who was put on the other side of me.

The whole car ride was full of us bickering and arguing, I would prod his shoulder and do stupid things like that which annoy him. Everytime I saw him nodding off I would ask him if he was asleep therefore waking him up and annoying him.

“Hey, hey Gerard.” I whisper to him but he doesn’t reply. “Hey, I know you’re awake.” I say starting to prod his shoulder.

“(y/n) leave me alone.” He says surprisingly calm. “You’ve been bothering me the entire time.”

“Yeah, well it’s not my fault you smoke in the car and are a bitch about everything.” I say talking about when I took his cigarette and threw it out the window because it smelled bad.

“I’m not a bitch.”

“Oh, you so are.” I counter him, smirking. “You’re such a bitch that you can’t even admit it.” I say laughing.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” He asks rolling his eyes

“Only for you, baby.” I say blowing him a mocking kiss.

Silence fills the car and I turn around to see everyone but Mikey (who’s driving) looking at us.

“What?” I ask with a chuckle then turn to look at Gerard. His arms are crossed and he’s starring out the window in silence.

“First time I’ve seen him silent in a while.” Frank jokes from the front.

“Shut up, Frankie.” Gerard says sounding very pissed off.

“Okay, everyone, there’s not long left, just leave each other alone.” Ray says trying to calm everyone down.

I turn around to Ray and we just talk quietly for the rest of the ride. He wasn’t wrong and there was only thirty minutes till the next tour stop.

This show is one of the biggest shows on the tour so the place we’re staying is slightly bigger and nicer. We grab our night bags, basically the bags with our pajamas. The rest of the bags will be unpacked tomorrow when either we can be bothered to do it or someone will bring them in.

I grab mine and yawn as I walk towards the hotel we’re staying in.

Someone signs us in and we make our way up the stairs to our rooms. We each have our own room and beds but there’s a communal room attached to a kitchen.

Once everyone’s thrown their bags in their rooms they all regrouped in the lounge area. I walk in afterwards walking into the kitchen and I check the fridge for some beer. Grabbing one I walk over to where everyone’s sat and slouch on the sofa.

“Why do they keep giving us kitchens, we never use them.” I say opening the can.

“Why don’t you invest in a cook book and cook us all some food then.” Frank says jokingly.

“Nah, not worth it.” I say resting my arm on the arm rest.

Gerard finally walks in and has to sit next to me because there are no other spaces. He pulls out a cigarette pack and lighter and starts clicking the lighter.

“Smoke outside!” I say not wanting to inhale the smoke.

“Fine! Calm down.” He says jabbing me with his elbow and I…moan.

My eyes go wide and my hand flies to my mouth. Frank looks shocked but amused. Ray’s head is in his hand and Mikey’s already laughing. Gerard, I don’t even want to look at him.

I stand up quickly and hurry out the room heading towards my room. I lock my door behind me and stand not moving a muscle still in shock.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh my god!” I mutter to myself quietly now pacing around the room, head in hands.

I drag my hand through my hair, cringing at the memory of a few minutes ago. I feel my cheeks warming as I wonder what’s going to happen next.

Is Gerard going to mock me? I know Frank and Mikey will. Is he gonna ignore me? Am I gonna get kicked out the band? I think that might be a bit too far but who knows.

A knock on the door disrupts my racing thoughts.

“Go away.” I say not knowing who it is.

“(y/n), it’s me, Ray, can you let me in?” He says and I groan before standing up and unlocking the door.

I sit on the bed and cover my face with my hands.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He says sitting down next to me and placing his hand on my shoulders.

“No, it’s not! It’s so embarrassing!” I whisper shout still covering my face.

“It happens to the best of us.” Ray tries to reassure me.

“No, no it doesn’t, has that ever happened to you before?” He stays quiet. “Or anyone you know?” He stays silent. “See, it’s weird and embarrassing!”

“It’s not. Frank and Mikey aren’t even talking about it, they’ve moved on. And Gerard, he wants to see you.”

“Tell him I don’t want to.” I say finally looking at Ray.

“Just talk to him, it’ll be fine, and if it’s not we can kick Gerard out the band.” He says jokingly.

“Ugh, fine. Where is he? I’m not meeting him in the communal room.” I say scoffing at the thought of talking to him in front of the others.

“He was in his room last time I saw him.”

“Okay, I’ll go when you leave, I need to mentally prepare myself for rejection and humiliation.” I say with a sarcastic smile and thumbs up.

He shakes his head before leaving, closing the door. I lay back on the bed and take a few deep breaths before leaving my room. The walk to his room feels like the walk to a slaughterhouse. Finally, I end up outside his door, I knock.

“It’s unlocked.” I hear him say from within so I push open the door and walk in finally looking him in the face. I shut the door behind me and wait for him to speak but he doesn’t.

“Can we just get on with the rejection and humiliation please? I have things to do.” I ask him as he stands a few steps away from me.

He leans forward quickly, pouncing on my lips. He kisses me harshly and I stand in shock before pushing him off.

“Nope, you can’t do that!” I say annoyed. “You can’t hate me and ignore me then kiss me!” He steps back away from me.

“I don’t hate you.” He says quietly.

“Yes, you do, when I joined the band I tried to talk to you and befriend you many, many times and you either ignored me or were straight up insulting! You’re just rude to me and you brush me off all the time!”

“You’re the same to me.”

“Yeah, because I decided to not let you make me feel shitty anymore and match your energy. You’re shitty to me so I am back to you.” I say like it’s obvious, sadness and anger dripping from my voice.

“I’m sorry.” He says with a sigh. “I-I just, I knew that if I was friends with you I wouldn’t be able to stay away. I knew that I would catch feelings for you.” He pauses. “But I guess it wouldn’t have mattered because I did anyway.” He explains. “I thought you hated me aswell.”

Silence fills the room at the unexpected confession I was definitely not ready for.

“I could never.” A small smile plays on my lips.

I grab his collar pulling him towards me. He stumbles but doesn’t fall as our lips crash together. I feel my back pressed up against the wall as his arms pin me to it, my stomach is tied in knots as I thread my hands in his hair. The bleached strands frame his face and I tug on them experimentally and Gerard moans into my mouth. Separting, I pull apart from him and smirk.

“Pay back for earlier.” I say and observe him. His cheeks are flushed red, his mouth open slightly releasing quick breaths, his eyes dreamy and loving. But he turns it on me quickly.

“I can’t believe you moaned because I elbowed you-” He says mockingly.

I interrupt him, pulling him back in and kissing him. He pulls me forward slightly, pressing our bodies against each other, warmth spreading between us. Shivers run up my spine as my head is pushed against the wall. His confidence overwhelms mine as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine, my eyes flutter close and I feel my stomach jump. He tastes of coffee and cigarette smoke. I hate cigarettes but he pulls it off so well, the remnants of smoke play on my taste buds as the kiss deepens.

He moves to stand inbetween my legs, pushing them apart, I moan at the sudden movement in between my thighs. Excitement overwhelms me and I feel my legs become weak.

“Hey guys, I came to check on how things are going.” Ray says pushing the door open. We jump apart as soon as we hear him but it’s too late anyway. He covers his eyes quickly and backs out the door. “Sorry, should’ve knocked, umm, well done though.” He says the last part in a weaker voice. He must’ve realised I liked him at some point.

I stand next to the wall still looking at Gerard. “Do you think we broke him?” Gerard asks and I just shrug before pulling him back in by his shirt.

AN: Thanks for the request, I hope you liked this @heaveaux!

Feel free to send in any requests you have, I'll make a post with all the people/shows/bands I'll write for.

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ash-is-a-scorpio · 2 years

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Just mcr being..... well mcr

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lunarwritesthings · 1 year

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Who Did It

Paring: Gerard Way x M!Oc

Fandom: My Chemical Romance

Request: Yes, by anon

Summary: Gerard learns that his boyfriend is hurt and demands to know who did it, so he can "talk" to them.

Prompt: #47 “Who did this to you?”

Note: The nickname sugar is used because I've seen so many people use it in gee fics that I feel it fits. Gerard is referred to as Gee and Colton is referred to by Col at times.

Warning: Bruises and blood is mentioned!

It's well known that Gerard is shy and extremely nice but what's basically unknown is Gee is a totally different person when someone he loves is hurt. Then he's ready to fight the whole world if he has to.

There's one specific person he'd drop everything for. That person is his love, better known as his boyfriend. Gerard would refuse to go anywhere without him, that included tour. Gee and Colton were inseparable. This was not surprised those close to them. Gee and Col had been together for 3 almost 4 years. They were super important to each other.

Now, normally Colton can protect himself and fight back if he's expecting something to happen. That why the day so-called "fans" decided to hurt Colton simply because they were jealous and apparently Colton "wasn't good enough for Gerard". No one was prepared for what was about to ensue. Let's just say there one rule the band has. That being DO NOT mess with Colton.

It took Gee a while to learn about Colton being hurt because it happened while the band was on stage. Gerard learned about what happened when a voice came through on his in-ears. Gee was immediately filled with anger. He wanted to know who dare hurt his sugar. Mikey, Frank, and Ray knew just off Gerard's mood changed that something had happened to Col and they knew this wasn't going to end well.

The concert was close to being over. The guys were in between songs and on a short break so Ray, Mikey, and Frank had used this time to check on Gee and see what happened to Col. Gee didn't answer the question of how he was he just told them that Colton had gotten hurt. Of course, this upset them. They weren't as upset as Gee well except Frank, but they were still upset.

To Mikey, Col was like the young brother he never got. Mike was honestly surprised Col wasn't truly his brother yet but he wasn't going to rush Colton or Gerard. He cared about both of them a lot. They were part of his family. His main worry was knowing how hurt Colton was. He didn't care about who did it. He wanted to make sure Col was okay.

Ray being the dad of the group was trying to calm down Gee but he was worried about Col as well. He knew something was wrong when he didn't Col in the front row like normal. Now to Ray, Colton was a best friend and almost a son. Col always went to Ray when he needed advice because he knew Raw would listen and try his best to help. They were aware of the father/son bond but didn't care.

Frank was on the same level as Gee on being angry. He wanted to know who dare had the fucking audacity to hurt Colton. Colton was probably Frank's best friend. They had bonded over so much. Frank and Colton may not be related but they sure as hell acted like brothers. Frank was big on being there for Col even if that meant defending him from people because rude to him simply because he was gay and trans. Colton was Frank's not-so-little buddy. That meant if someone hurt col then they better start running because karma was coming.

Once the concert was over Gee and Frank immediately ran to the medical area to check on col and find out who did it. Ray and Mikey shared a look before following the other two to make sure they didn't go crazy and to make sure Frank and Gerard didn't try and murder anyone.

When Ray and Mikey got to the medical area they were shocked when they saw col. Col had a lot of bruises and a quite a bit of blood coming from his nose. Gerard was beyond angry. He had one question. "Who did this to you?". Simple yet not so much for Colton. Did he really want to tell the band that "fans" of theirs did this? Of course, he didn't but col didn't have much of a choice. One Colton told them, they all had different reactions.

Gerard's reaction hadn't changed much but Colton could see the disappointment in his eyes. Frank? He was furious. people who called themselves had the audacity to hurt Col over stupid jealousy and a stupid opinion.

Ray was just fully disappointed. There were people that were fans of theirs that were willing to hurt someone that made Gee happy. He couldn't understand. Mikey was sad and disappointed. It made Mike sad that people told col that he wasn't enough for gee yet Mikey has never seen gee more happy and more himself. Mike was disappointed in the fact they felt like they were Dan's.

Gerard had picked up Colton the second he was free to go. Until Col was fully healed Gee wasn't letting his sugar leave his sight. Deep down Gerard was scared of this happening again. Ray and Mikey worked on calming down Frank and worked on a tweet to post about the situation because it needed to be talked about.

Gee had gently put Col in their shared bunk and knew that col was shaken up and needed comfort. Knowing this Gee was careful but laid down next to Col and let col cuddle into his side. Gerard refused to sleep just in case Colton needed something.

Colton wasn't going to be in bad shape for long only a few days. By the time Col was healed the band had made a tweet about the situation and thank to the help of the fans they found the ones that hurt Colton. They were rightfully banned from all shows and events where My Chemical Romance would be. At the end of the day karma had gotten the "fans" and Col was alright and safe.

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xdivyxd · 11 months

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Hi fellow Tumblr users I'm Ivy, i go by they/she <3

I write gn!reader, requests are always open :)

My chemical romance, Taylor Swift, the Marauders, mcu (phases 1-3), Gilmore girls, dead poets society, grey's anatomy and more :)

Feel free to request other people and if i know then I'll try my best xD

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 1 year

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This is the Best Birthday Ever - Frank Iero x Reader

Summary: You’re picking up your friend and neighbour Frank from the airport on the day after his birthday. Reader: gender neutral (no pronouns used) Word count: 2 811 A/N: So according to my earlier post at least @thewordworrier @robinruns and @poptod want to read this belated birthday story, so here you are.

You inhaled deeply, trying to keep your tired eyes from fluttering shut. It was 1am, and the sound of the airport around you had barely quieted down. That was the thing with airports, they just existed outside of normal time zones, you supposed. You had found a quieter spot on a bench next to a newspaper shop, from which you were able to keep an eye on the exit of the gate at which your friend Frank was supposed to arrive. As always when you thought of him, your heart began beating faster. He had supposed to be here three hours ago, but the huge departure and arrival information boards that were installed everywhere, had shown you that his flight had been delayed. They had landed over an hour ago, but it seemed like there had been a problem, because Frank still had not shown up.

Trying to wake yourself up a little more, you straightened your posture, tightly holding onto the box with cupcakes you were balancing in your lap. It was the first of November, meaning Frank’s birthday was just about over, but that had not stopped you from getting four delicately decorated cupcakes from Frank’s favourite bakery. It was awful really, how you never knew what to get him for his birthday. He was your best friend, your favourite person, you knew him almost as well as yourself, and still you never had any ideas for presents. He already had everything he wanted, or at least wished for nothing which you could have gotten for him. So you usually got him food, sometimes homemade, sometimes store bought, sometimes you invited him out for dinner. He always beamed like the sun itself when you got him food as a present, so you figured he did not mind, and in fact he had often voiced how happy he was whenever you got him something that would not end up taking up space in his house.

Nervously you bit your lip, and checked your phone again, but there still was no new message from him. You sighed and sunk back against the cold metal of the bench.

Frank and you had known each other for years, and you had always had a weak spot for him. One you never had dared acting upon. He was a rockstar; you were just the neighbour who occasionally watered his plants while he was out on tour where he played huge stages in front of thousands and thousands of people. There was no way in hell he would ever see you as anything more but a friend. But that did not stop your stupid little heart from beating faster at the very thought of him. You supposed you should be thankful that he was not the type to sleep around. Or at least you never heard about him doing so. You were not a very jealous person, but that didn’t mean that it would not have have hurt.

You had just realized that in all the years you had known Frank he had never actually been in a relationship, just like yourself, when suddenly the automatic door from his gate opened, and a new flood of people sweapt into the hall.

Expectantly you got up from the bench, your legs stiff as you took a few steps forward, hoping to spot him in the crowd. And sure enough, this time you finally were able to make out his familiar mop of dark, dishevelled hair. He still had a neck pillow around his neck, cuddled in a warm jacket, and pulling a huge suitcase after himself, heading straight for the exit of the airport.

“Frank!”

It was impossible to shout over the chattering of the people around you, so you hurriedly made your way through the crowd, slipping past countless people, always close to losing Frank from your sight, until you were just a few feet behind him.

“Frank!”

This time he heard you, and stopped in his steps, turning to see who had called for him.

His eyes widened in surprise when he saw it was you, and a tired smile pulled at his lips as he mumbled out your name.

“What are you doing here?”

“Picking you up of course,” you answered, closing the last feet between you and wrapping your arms around him, careful not to drop the box with cupcakes. “It’s still basically your birthday. And I didn’t want you to have to take a cab all the way home.”

Frank returned the hug, letting go of his suitcase, and relaxed into your embrace. You could have sworn he tucked himself a little closer to you, but you ignored the thought and pulled away.

“Happy Birthday!”

Expectantly you held out the box with the cupcakes, making Frank raise his eyebrows.

“Are those what I think they are,” he asked, but his voice sounded flat, tired instead of excited.

“If you think that those are your favourite kind of cupcakes from your favourite bakery, then yes, they are,” you grinned, taking a moment to take in Frank more closely.

He did look drop dead tired, you realized. Dark circles were under his eyes, and his cheeks were slightly fallen in, not from a lack of food, but from exhaustion. And his eyes were absent. You knew this look. It wasn’t tour that had exhausted him, it was something else. Sometimes he was fighting his anxiety, sometimes an event in his friends’ lives triggered these episodes, when he was overthinking constantly. You knew he did his best to appreciate your gestures, picking him up and getting him cupcakes. But right now… he was just exhausted. You had a feeling that on the ride home he wouldn’t talk much, instead would prefer to listen or sit in silence. He probably wouldn’t nap off though, would rather watch the landscape pass by, lost in his own mind.

You had never minded when he was like that. You had phases like that yourself. And you knew him well enough by now to be used to it. Sometimes he came over, when he was not on tour, to talk to you, and afterwards you would sit in silence for a while, and whenever you invited him to stay for as long as he liked, when his house with its many rooms got too big and lonely for him, he would just watch you work.

So now the best thing you could do was leave him alone. He would talk when he felt ready for it.

“Come on,” you encouraged, grabbing the handle of his suitcase, as he was now holding the box with cupcakes, “Let’s get you home.”

Side by side you walked out of the airport, and out into the freezing cold night. Your car was parked in one of the huge parking lots, and it took you far too long for your liking to walk there. Frank’s movements were sluggish, and where usually he would already be talking your ear off about all he had seen and experienced on tour, he now wrapped himself in silence. You let him, knowing you would only upset him and consequentially yourself if you tried to make him talk.

“Thanks for picking me up,” Frank suddenly mumbled, when your car came into view. “You must’ve waited for ages. And the drive isn’t too short either…”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, searching for your car keys in the pocket of your jacket. “I like night drives. And hey, the bench in the airport was surprisingly comfortable.” For the first 10minutes at least.

Frank snorted at your answer. “And thanks for the cupcakes, obviously. I don’t think I actually thanked you.”

“You’re welcome,” you winked, and unlocked the car.

Frank insisted on helping you lift his suitcase in the trunk of the car, before he climbed into the passenger side, taking his jacket and the neck pillow off. You knew he was always cold, at almost any given moment wrapped in at least three layers of clothing, so you made sure to turn up the heating as soon as you had started the motor.

The drive was quiet. Just like you had predicted Frank had not begun talking, nor sleeping, and instead was looking out of the window, as houses, trees, lights and landscapes passed you by. It was a comfortable silence, one you felt no need to break, even though the drive did take more than an hour.

It was not until you pulled into the quarter in which the street was where Frank and you lived, that he spoke up.

“Something stupid happened to a friend of mine,” he suddenly began telling you. Surprised, and as a signal that you were listening, you raised your eyebrows and hummed. “He had a girl he liked, like… for a really long time already. But he never did anything about it, because he thought she didn’t like him back.”

Nervously you swallowed. This story sounded too much like your own for your liking.

“And then she met another guy, and as things go they are marrying next week,” Frank continued, not having noticed your reaction. “And it’s even worse because he found out like a week ago that she actually did like him back the whole time, but because he never did anything, she though he wasn’t interested in her. So now she’s marrying that other bloke because she actually loves him, and my friend’s super devastated.”

“Oh man,” you breathed out, trying to imagine how both of them had to feel. How would you feel if Frank suddenly were to marry someone only for you to find out you might have had a chance with him? “That’s awful. I’m so sorry for him.”

Frank hummed in affirmation.

“Truth be told, I don’t think she would’ve been good for him, but you know… the heart does what it wants.”

You nodded, slowly turning into your street. Between the properties grew patches of forest, making wild animals no rare occurrence, so you were driving extra carefully not to accidentally hit one.

“It made me think, you know…” Frank continued after a moment of silence. You passed by your house. Just a few more meters and you would have reached Frank’s. “I’m kinda like in the same situation as my friend, except…”

You clenched your jaw. All these years Frank had never talked about other women, but of course he had to start now. Seemed like you were about to find out first-hand what his friend felt like.

You slowed down and turned off the motor when you reached Frank’s driveway, but instead of getting out of the car, he just unbuckled himself and turned enough in his seat to be facing you.

“I don’t want the same thing to happen to me. And I know this isn’t the most romantic moment or the best time but- fuck, he thought he had time and suddenly he had run out of it, and I’m terrified the same might happen to me. So even if it’s not romantic, and not phrased the way I would like to be able to, but I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you pretty much since the moment you moved in next doors. And it’s cliché, the punk falling for the sweet neighbour, but I don’t care. I don’t care because it’s you, and you are the only thing I really care about anymore right now. And maybe it’s stupid. Maybe it’s stupid to think for just a moment you might feel the same for me, because obviously that’s what I really want, but I just can’t help it, okay? I know it changes things, now that you know, and I’m sorry for that, especially after everything you’ve done for me, but I just need to know if there is any chance you might ever feel the same way for me. Because if there is, I don’t care when, but if there is a chance you’ll ever like me back, I’ll wait for you. I don’t care how long. I’ll wait.”

Silence engulfed you once more once Frank had finished talking, while you were still trying to recover from the shock and surprise of his words.

Anxiously he met your eyes, startled when he saw you smile.

“You won’t have to wait, Frank,” you told him gently, trying to sort through your thoughts to find the right words. “When you said you were in the same situation as your friend, I thought I was about to find out what he felt like when the girl he liked met someone else.”

Frank’s eyes widened slightly as he began to understand where you were going.

“I like you too, Frank. Liked you pretty much from the first moment on. I don’t know where we’re supposed to go from here, but I’m very happy that you had the courage to tell me how you felt. I never could’ve made the first step.”

Frank blinked at you surprised before his eyes softened.

“We don’t need a grand plan or anything,” he quickly told you. “We’ll just take one step at a time. As long as that’s what you want.”

“That’s more than good enough for me,” you smiled, and reached a hand over to Frank, who quickly took it in his and squeezed it gently.

For a moment you sat like that, before his eyes flickered to your lips.

“May I-“

He trailed off, letting the question hang unfinished in the space between you, but he wouldn’t have had to ask. You had dreamt of kissing him for too long. So you nodded slightly, unable to tear your eyes away from his own lips, until he leant in and your eyes fluttered closed.

His kiss was gentle, warm and soft. Nothing like the bruising, spit-wet kisses you had seen him share with his bandmates on stage. One of his hands was still holding yours, while he brought the other up to your chin, gently cupping it as his tongue swiped across your lips, tasting you. But before you could open your mouth to his teasing, before you could get lost in his sweet ministrations, he pulled away, leaning back into his seat from where he had been leaning over the console.

For a moment he looked at you with glassy eyes, blinking a few times in confusion.

“I’m so high on sleep deprivation, I’m not sure any of what just happened was even real,” he admitted.

You laughed quietly and shook your head in amusement.

“It was real, alright? But I think it’s about time for you to go to bed.”

“Oh, are you gonna help me,” Frank grinned already a lot more confident now that he knew you returned his feelings.

“Don’t get cocky now,” you warned him with a smile, climbing out of the car, and walking to the trunk to retrieve his suitcase.

Frank giggled gleefully as he got out of the car himself, searching his pockets for his keys, while balancing the box with cupcakes.

“Are you gonna come inside,” he asked hopefully, tired eyes watching you pleadingly, as you rolled the suitcase up to the front door.

You were about to answer, asking him if he even knew how late it was, when he pointed to the box with the baked goods.

“We still need to share these.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Alright, if that’s your argument, I shall let you convince me.”

You watched as Frank grinned and unlocked the front door, gesturing for you to step inside first. Feeling around for the light switch, you turned on the light in the hallway, momentarily blinding yourself with the bright light after having come in from the darkness. As you pushed the suitcase to the side next to a wall, you heard Frank place the box with the cupcakes on a shelf by the door. You had just turned around to him, to close the door, when he grabbed you by the waist, firmly and yet gentle, his lips finding yours again immediately.

A sound of surprise left you, giving Frank the opportunity to slip his tongue past your parted lips, which he immediately took. Both overwhelmed and dizzy with happiness you wrapped your hands into his hair, pulling him closer to you, relishing the warmth his body radiated against you, as cool night air streamed past you into the house.

“This is the best birthday present ever,” he mumbled against your lips, barely audible, but making you giggle, and want to hide your with embarrassment burning face against his neck.

You did not get the chance to though, because Frank kicked the door closed behind his back with a swift motion. And before you even had time to register what he was doing, he had already pinned you to the door, and kissed you again.

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