#fem frank Iero

[saturnplaza]

FEMCR plus (fall out girl)

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[maomilaa]

crystal clear - hayley williams

[kal-thas]

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[iminsideacoffin]

fem basement gerard x reader ?!?!pleak

OMG YESYESYES she would be so disgusting.. truly a perv about you..

she would whine and whimper as she humps her pillow all night long, imagining its you ofc.

would be very shy, you would have a lot of work to do to make her open up..

she always had a big fat crush on you.

oh but when she finally open up..

she's truly a slut,

begging for you to suck faster, rougher..

plz spit on her, and PLZ bite and mark her all over her plush body..

whispering to you to go on another round, even if her clit is so overstimulated.. well she loves u and the way u guys fuck, what can she say? <3

[lxversblog]

Hiii I wan wonder if you could write for 2019 gerard way and fem reader were there a age gap just dating headcannons are good 💕💕

HIII YES OFCCCC

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DATING 2019 GERARD WAY

FEM READER X GERARD WAY

warnings:none just age gap and fluff

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• he would spoil you at any chance he gets what’s the point in having all that money if he can’t use it

• calls you darling,baby,babe, or princess

• comic book dates while listening to him talk about the art of all of it

• cute art museum dates with your morning starbucks

• speaking of starbucks runs yall would go every morning to starbucks he’s a coffee guy what can he say

• if you loved to read he’d take you to any books store

• hand gently on your leg always in the car while you control the music

• would definitely collect records and if you do too there would be a lot of thrift dates or dates at the record shop

• hanging out with mikey’s kids whenever he comes over

• definitely a cuddler in his sleep and will pull you closer and nuzzle up

• he would let you play with his hair

• in his eyes your his princess he’d do anything for you

• not afraid to go out and by your tampons or pads

• will get you some comfort food if your cramping and will come home and make you a nice pallet in the bed

LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT PART 2

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hey, could you write a pencey prep!frank x girly!reader oneshot? i feel like their dynamic would be so cute

Gigs - Pencey Prep!Frank Iero x Girly!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1264

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've got a lot going on atm haha. I love Pencey era Frank so much tho, he's so cute and such a baby hehehe

I was never one to go to local gigs–which was why it was weird to have found myself in a small, sweaty, moist basement in Belleville, New Jersey. Frank had managed to drag me out to one of his gigs with Pencey, something I’d sworn I’d never do. I loved Frank and he was great but when it came to our choices in music (and aesthetics) we definitely were different people. 

The basement smelled like stale beer, damp concrete, and a faint metallic tang from the ancient pipes snaking across the ceiling. People were packed tightly, shoulder to shoulder, dressed in a range of outfits that could only collectively be described as alternative–faded band tees, ripped jeans, studded belts, and more eyeliner than I thought a human could wear. It wasn’t exactly my scene. My floral sundress and white and pink sneakers felt painfully out of place amidst the sea of black and spikes. 

Frank, on the other hand, thrived here. He stood by my side, practically buzzing with excitement, his eyes shining under the dim, flickering light. His guitar case was slung over his back, and he kept nervously adjusting his grip on it. His band’s name was scrawled on the case in Sharpie—Pencey Prep—surrounded by stickers and doodles that screamed teenage rebellion.

“You’re gonna love this,” he said, his voice barely audible over the din of people talking, amps buzzing, and someone’s band warming up with an out-of-tune rendition of a Ramones song. “Trust me, okay?”

I forced a smile and nodded. Trust him? Sure. Love this? Unlikely.

He kissed my temple, the gesture sweet and grounding. It was moments like these that reminded me why I adored him, even if we were from totally different planets when it came to taste. I’d met him at school, where he’d teased me mercilessly about my love of reading while hiding his own love of literature. Despite our stark differences, we’d clicked, our banter evolving into something deeper and meaningful. He was my punk-rock prince, even if I was the farthest thing from a punk-rock princess.

“Okay, we’re on in like ten minutes,” Frank said, practically vibrating. He ran a hand through his mess of hair, shaking it out so it fell perfectly messy again. “You good here? You wanna stand closer to the stage or hang back?”

I looked toward the stage—if you could call it that. It was more like a slightly raised platform barely big enough to hold a drum kit and a couple of amps. People were already clustering around it, jostling for a good spot. The thought of being crushed in the middle of that gave me instant anxiety.

“I’ll hang back,” I said, tugging on the hem of my dress. “But I’ll be watching. Promise.”

Frank’s grin could’ve powered the entire building. “Cool. I’ll find you after. I love ya.”

With that, he darted off toward his bandmates, leaving me to navigate the crowd. I edged toward the back wall, finding a semi-clear spot near a stack of empty milk crates. I leaned against the wall, trying to blend into the shadows. It wasn’t long before the house lights dimmed and someone screamed, “PENCEY PREP!”

The crowd erupted into cheers as the band took the stage. Frank slung his guitar over his shoulder and grabbed the mic. “What the fuck is up Belleville?” he shouted, his voice raspy and electric. The crowd responded with more screaming, and the energy in the room shifted.

The music started—a fast, raw, angry wall of sound that hit me square in the chest. Frank’s guitar snarled, his fingers moving with effortless precision. His bandmates matched his intensity, the drums pounding like a heartbeat, the bassline dark and driving. Frank looked like he belonged up there, his small frame commanding attention, every strum and shout full of purpose.

I wanted to focus on him, but the crowd was mesmerizing in its own way. People moved as one, a chaotic, sweating mass, jumping and thrashing to the music. Someone bumped into me, nearly knocking me over, and I decided maybe blending into the wall wasn’t the best idea. I climbed onto one of the milk crates to get a better view.

From my perch, I had a clear line of sight to Frank. He was in his element, grinning like a maniac as he sang backup vocals into the mic. His gaze swept over the crowd, and for a brief second, our eyes met. He winked at me before launching into a blistering solo. My heart fluttered despite the oppressive heat and noise.

It wasn’t my kind of music, sure, but seeing Frank like this… it was impossible not to get caught up in his energy. He was magnetic, pouring every ounce of himself into the performance. It was raw and messy and completely him.

By the end of their set, the basement felt like a sauna. My hair stuck to the back of my neck, and my makeup was probably melting off, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The crowd roared as Pencey Prep played their final note, the feedback from the amps ringing out as they left the stage. Frank hopped down first, his guitar still slung over his shoulder, and immediately started weaving through the crowd toward me.

“Well?” he asked, breathless and grinning. He had sweat dripping down his face, his shirt clinging to his chest. He looked absolutely wrecked and completely happy. “What’d you think?”

“You were amazing,” I admitted. “Like, really amazing.”

His grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss me, uncaring that he was drenched in sweat. “Told you you’d love it.”

“Let’s not get carried away,” I teased. “I loved you. The music was… intense.”

Frank laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made my chest warm. “Fair enough. Come on, let’s get some air.”

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the basement, dodging people as we went. The cool night air hit me like a blessing as we stepped onto the sidewalk. I took a deep breath, feeling the sweat on my skin start to cool.

Frank pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and lit one, exhaling a plume of smoke. “So, you’d come to another show, right?”

I gave him a sideways glance. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s not a no,” he said, smirking as he nudged my shoulder.

“It’s not a yes either.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. He took another drag of his cigarette and offered it to me, but I shook my head. He shrugged and leaned back against the brick wall, his free hand still holding mine.

“You really liked it?” he asked, softer this time. There was a vulnerability in his voice that caught me off guard.

“Yeah,” I said honestly. “You were incredible. I… I think I get it now. Why you love it so much.”

Frank’s expression softened, and he squeezed my hand. “That means a lot, you know. You being here.”

“Of course I’m here,” I said. “I love you. Even if your music is kind of a lot.”

He laughed again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, grinning.

We stood there for a while, letting the night wrap around us. Frank finished his cigarette and stomped it out, pulling me closer. Despite the noise and chaos of the night, everything felt still and perfect in that moment. For all our differences, we fit together in a way that just worked.

Maybe gigs weren’t so bad after all.

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REQUESTS OPEN

[r0garlick]

you have no idea how much pleasure I got while doing this fem v of dd boys, but i hope you like them as much as i do🤲🫀

[put-thespikeinmyheart]

Someone draw Fem frank and mikey in this outfit

Spread the word 🙏🏼

[yourfavealbumisgender]

The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance is a Pansexual Trans Woman!

requested by anon

[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.

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"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.

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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! &lt;3

mcrlover616: OMG R U AND GERARD DATING

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

bugmomma24356: You and Gerard are so cute ug! &lt;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". 

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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.

[ghoulsgonestaledefunct]

She's my kinda boy, and I'm her kinda girl or whatever Gerard Way said

[maomilaa]

illustration

fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25218358

[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)

[lucajayms]

MASTERLIST

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

GERARD WAY

Cubicles Fuckin' Liar You Should Have Raised A Baby Girl...

[dumblilb]

UNAPPROACHABLE ゚☆

Frank iero x Fem!reader

(Summary: she was terrifying, no one should be that kind of perfect. But he didn’t care. She didn’t scare him.)

(This is set in the Im Not Okay (i promise) music video universe and it’s loosely based on it. So they are all seniors in high school besides Mikey who is a junior.)

(Warnings: lots of fluff, a lil angst, a little physical violence (not in the relationship), and cursing)

(Words: 4412)

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She’s the schools most unapproachable girl. Her pretty hair and bright eyes make gazing at her almost uncomfortable, because no one knew what would happen if she caught you. But that was the problem. People would just assume who she was.

How she behaved. Because putting in the effort to find out who was under the porcelain structure she upheld in the halls was to taxing of an idea. Which means no one knows besides her small group of friends that she is a genuine and kind girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

No matter who it was she would always greet a person with a smile. An optimistic shield surrounded her in her daily life to hide the anxieties that riddled her brain when she was behind closed doors. She knew no one would truly ever understand or like her for her because no one ever cared enough to find out for themselves.

That was till she met him.

He didn’t give a fuck who she was when he sat down in the chair next to her, during a random third period. He just new he was annoyed.

“Mr. Iero please move yourself away from Mr. Way and Mr. Toro. How about…. Hmm, ah yes. Next to miss (l/n).” The older woman hummed as she turned away from the ineligible chicken scratch she was writing on the board. The noises coming from the back row distracting her.

“Ugh…” he whined picking up his notebook and a banged up pen, bringing it to the table next to the girl. A loud thud sound echoing in the room as he sat down dramatically.

His notebook was covered in sketches and what seamed to be paragraphs of what stylistically, the girl assumed to be poetry. A few staples holding the corners on for dear life.

He looked up at her and all she could do was what she did best. She gave him a soft smile, hoping to make him feel at ease in his new chair at the front of the room. He just rolled his eyes and started to hit his pen on his notebook in a drumming fashion. Which explained why it looked almost chewed up.

She adjusted herself in her seat making sure her uniform looked straight. She could feel his eyes boring into her every few seconds. But she couldn’t help but do the same. The way he looked made her head go all fuzzy. He didn’t look like the rest of the people at the school. From his haircut, to his lip ring, to the way his uniform fit. She was entranced.

But for the first time she would be the one caught staring.

“Why do you keep looking at me all weird.” He asks in an almost offended tone. He sees her eyes widen as she quickly removes her gaze from him. He could tell she’s never been called out so blatantly before. He found it almost funny.

“Oh! Im sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rude.” She apologized profusely. He saw her sink into herself. Her confident façade melting away at his words. He felt a little bad. She almost seamed terrified of her self because of what she had done. Which frankly wasn’t a big deal. He was pretty much doing the same thing. He was just better at hiding it. As he looked at her eyes, he sighed and softened his gaze.

“No I’m sorry that was rude… I guess. You’re fine. I’m just annoyed.” He explains softly, causing her to look over at him.

“Cause she moved you from your friends? Yeah that sucks.” She agreed looking down at her hand with a tingling feeling in her cheeks. The way he looked at her made her feel things she hadn’t before. His eyes are a bright hazel color that stand out in contrast to his rich black hair. His lip ring made staring at his lips almost impossible and she didn’t understand why.

She wasn’t used to being the one who was nervous. Normally being on the receiving end, but he was screwing with her head. She just didn’t know she was doing the same. He was in utter shock by the kindness the undeniably pretty girl next to him was giving off. People who looked like her where normally the type to shove him in lockers and aggressively nudge his bag to the floor as he walked in the halls. Or throw food at him durning lunch. But she didn’t seem like that. She greeted him with a smile and treated him like a human. He couldn’t help but feel all bubbly inside.

“Yeah but it’s okay I guess…. Im Frank by the way.” He smiles causing her insides to melt.

“Im (y/n), it’s really nice to meet you.” She says returning the favor.

“You too.” He grins trying not to show the joy on his face.

And as they both looked away, staring at anything but each other, they wouldn’t realize this was the beginning. Over the next few weeks the once boring 3rd period seamed to become each of their favorite class of the day.

Small talk became genuine conversation. Leaning into each others presence rather than cowering away in awkward fear of friendly rejection.

“So your in a band?” She exclaims. The excitement consuming her voice. He nods, a wide smile resting on his face.

“Dude that’s so cool. I’ve always wanted to be in a band.” She continues.

“You should come by a practice. We could use an audience for once.” He chuckles slumping further back into his seat.

“That sounds great.” She said pulling out her phone, flipping it open.

“Our next rehearsal is after school, you wanna hitch a ride?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Yeah I’d like that.” She smiled.

The two boys sitting in the back of the classroom gave each other a knowing look. As the school bell rang everyone got up and grabbed their bags. With out even thinking about it she gave him a hug.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot after school, okay?” She smiles and the boy nods, stunned into place.

“Yeah yeah, sounds good.” He stutters out and she walks out of the room.

The two guys walk up behind him and pat him on the back.

“Holy shit!” Ray exclaims.

“She uh, she’s coming to watch us practice.” Frank says turning to the two guys.

“No way she didn’t think it was lame?” Gerard says running his hands threw his shoulder length hair.

“No she actually said it was really cool.” He explains and they boys eyes widen.

“Wow, okay. Then we need to tell Mikey.” Ray says. The others nod in agreement and head out the classroom door to find the junior way brother.

After the school day was over they all headed into the parking lot to find (y/n) leaned against the wall her uniform jacket held in her arms with a pair of headphones over her ears.

The boys walk up to her and Frank taps her on the shoulder bringing her out of her daze.

“Oh hey! Are we ready to go?” She asks scanning the group of boys in front of her.

“Yeah let’s go.” He says holding out a hand and leading her to his car. Everyone pilling in.

“Do you mind if I play some music?” Frank says and points to the radio.

“Yeah, you’re all good.” She responds. He turns the radio on and nirvana starts playing. The boys all look at each other a little worried she might not like the type of music they do. That is till she starts humming along. Causing their eyes to widen.

“So uh, you like Nirvana?” Ray asks.

“Yeah, plus this is off the unplugged album. It’s one of my favorites.” She says getting visibly excited by the topic.

“No yeah, it’s really good.” Ray says.

“Ugh this is so cool!” She exclaims.

“What is?” Frank asks with a small laugh.

“It’s just… none of my friends are into this stuff. Well, I guess till I met you guys. It’s nice to have people I can relate to.” She smiles softly causing the rest to grin.

“We’re happy you’re our friend.” Gerard smiles.

“Yeah, we really are.” Frank says quickly looking over to her from the drivers seat. A warm smile on his lips. She couldn’t help but look at his lips and wonder if his lip ring would feel cold against her lips.

Feeling the heat rise to her cheeks she looks out the window and sees the street they’re driving down.

“Hey I live a few doors down. Do you wanna stop by real quick. I kinda wanna change out of the uniform if it’s not to much trouble.” She asks politely and they all agree that it’s fine. They then pull in-front of her house.

“Okay so my parents are gonna be out of the house till around 10 with my siblings. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.” She says walking up the stairs to her room. Nerves wrack her body as she heads upstairs. This would be the first time they would see her in clothes outside of school. What if they thought she was lame? They where so much cooler than she was. At least that’s what she thought.

She walked into her room closing the door quickly. She pulled out a pair of grey cargos and a tight white spaghetti strap shirt. Putting them on she grabbed her chucks and her bag. Lastly grabbing her black cardigan she opened her door only to find Frank in her doorway, his hand up in a knocking position.

“Oh sorry, I was just gonna ask where your bathroom was… but wow your room is so cool.” He says enamored by the atmosphere and she steps aside so he can observe further. The posters of bands like Led Zeppelin, Bob Marley, and Pearl Jam adorning her walls. Small pictures of people covered the lose space fallowed by plants strung all over the room. A leather jacket and multiple pairs of black boots on the floor by her dark green lounge chair in the corner. Her bed was unmade and covered in pillows and blankets. A small Teddy bear, that was visibly old, lying next to her pillow. A desk covered in makeup products and an old mirror on the other wall.

“Oh thanks. Whenever I go to the record store I like to get a new poster so my walls look a little cluttered. I’ve had to start putting them on my celling.” She says blushing hard over the fact that an attractive boy was in her room.

“It’s cool as fuck to be honest. Do you have people over often. This seams like such a chill hang out spot.” he looks to her and asks.

“Oh uh no actually. I don’t really have that many friends.” She awkwardly chuckles trying to ease the tension. He looks to her confused.

“How? Everyone at school loves you. And I see you with other girls in the halls.” He asks as his brows furrowed.

“Those are just what I like to call.. school friends. They are fun to hangout with when we are at school but they don’t really ever want to hang out outside of that. I guess I’m used for their school rep. Plus I’m always told I’m very… unapproachable. I don’t really understand why.”

“I don’t find you unapproachable.” He smiles taking a step closer.

“You are probably one of the coolest girls I’ve ever met.” He continues taking another step closer. The room got thick with tension. Her breath hitched and she look straight into his eyes. Neither of them really knew what was about to happen. But before they could find out Mikey knocked on the door way.

“Hey we better get going. Me and Gerard’s mom will be home in a few hours and we wanna get a good practice in. Oh sick room (y/n).” He smiles and walks back down the stairs.

“I- uh guess we should get going.” She says and heads out the door him following close behind. He couldn’t help but notice her arms and they walked down the stairs. His eyes widened.

“You have tattoos?” He asks extremely surprised.

“Yeah I’m planning on getting another before prom but I haven’t gotten around to it.” She says causally and his heart starts beating faster. She was so cool and she didn’t even realize it.

“Speaking of which where did you get your lip pierced? I’m thinking of getting a nose ring.” She asks.

“Oh I- I did it myself in Gerard’s basement, but the place I get my tattoos done has a good piercer. I can take you if you’d like.” He says as they head out to the car.

“That sounds awesome.” She grins and his heart stops. The color of her eyes in the sun made him weak.

“Cool cool.” He says and hops in the front seat driving to the way household.

They get there and head to the basement where they find two guitars, a bass, 3 mics and drum set.

“What do each of you do?” She asks as she takes a seat on the couch in the corner.

“Well Mikey plays bass, I play guitar, Frank plays Rhythm guitar, and Gerard sings.” Ray explains.

“I’m so excited.” She leans back into the couch as they each set up. The sounds of tuning and some screeching from the amps ended with a soft “one. two. three.” Which was very misleading for the sound this band made. The sound was almost violent, but it was still so beautiful that you enjoyed it. Making you re think things about yourself. She couldn’t help but stare at Frank as he played.

He was almost manic in his movements. The way he swung his body around as he played, never in one spot for long. His faces made him look almost pleasured by every stroke… of his guitar that is. She felt butterflies in her stomach as the song stopped and he looked to her. She could see a sense of what seemed to be nervousness on his face. Like he was waiting for her approval. But the large smile on her face made the heat rise to his cheeks.

She liked it.

After that day she went to every single practice. She was their number one supporter. Her and Frank grew really close because of it. Every practice he would offer her a ride home. And every time he would pull up to her house and she’d ask if he wanted to come inside. With a smirk he would nod and they would go up to her room. She would put on a movie and they would ignore it. They would sit and talk for hours. About everything. Things like old crushes, arguments with their parents. They would tell deep secrets and embarrassing stories. Every time it would start getting a little to late he would tell her his mom would be worried and she would walk him to the door. And there would be this moment. They would look into each others eyes and for a second it felt like a magnet was pulling them together. He would look down to her lips, and just think ‘how could something look so soft?’ And he’d have to stop himself from leaning in.

He’d take a step back and thank her for her time. He’d walk to his car and sit down roughly placing a hand down to the wheel while rubbing his other across his face. He just didn’t have the balls to do it. She was to good to be true. But she would also back into her house and shake her head in frustration. She just didn’t understand why she couldn’t make the first move. He seemed to cool for her.

This one day she was standing in the halls at school when one of her friends walks up… and just slaps her straight across the face.

“You bitch!” The red haired girl yells as the noise of the slap echos threw the space.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” (Y/n) says holding a hand to her cheek.

“Why does every single guy I like always want you!” She screams.

“Except you are so goddamn unapproachable they don’t even want to do anything about it. Just watch you from afar like perves. And I’m left alone for no good reason!” She cries.

“I’m sorry I-“ (y/n) tried to say before the girl slaps her again.

“No! Don’t fucking apologize! This is why none of us actually like you! Just stay away from me!” She yells and storms off.

The entire hall way was silent as they stared at the girl with red cheeks and glossy eyes. Four guys run up to her and lead her out of the school to the parking lot.

“(Y/n) are you okay?” Mikey asks concerned as Frank and Gerard sit her down on the curb. Her breathing got heavy and she looked up to Frank. In a swift feat of emotions she starts to sob. Frank looks to the three guys.

“Hey guys you should go back to class, I’ll sit with her.” He says.

“Are you sure?” Ray asks.

“Yeah we”ll be fine.” He reassures and they nod, walking back into school. Frank sits down next to her and she leans her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.” She says through tears and he rubs her shoulder.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” He sighs.

“I just don’t understand. Why am I so unapproachable. I don’t try to be. I go through life with a promise to be kind and it repays me with loneliness.”

“You’re not unapproachable. You never seamed that way to me.” He smiles down at her.

“Which I don’t get. You are the only person at this school who treats me like I’m a real person.”

“I guess it’s cause you’re, we’ll don’t take this weird, but you’re really pretty. And I guess people are intimidated by that. But everyone treats me like shit at this school so before I knew you. To me you just seemed like everyone else. But now that I know you, you don’t intimidate me. You just leave me in awe.” He confesses, running his hand through his hair. His face bright red. I nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

“Do you really see me that way?” She says turning towards him, wiping her tears away with a soft smile.

“Well yeah, and I don’t understand how you don’t. You’re just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the out. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” He says, bashfully looking down. His voice getting soft enough it ended in a whisper.

“Frank.” She sighed.

“Yeah?” He asks looking from his lap to her eyes. And what he saw left his heart yearning. No one had ever looked at him that way before. He could see the emotions pooling behind her eyes. The pleading they held for him. He knew what he should do. But she didn’t let him make the first move. Well, more like she didn’t give him the chance.

She placed her hand to his cheek slowly caressing it with her thumb taking in the way he looked. His eyes where so bright the hazel color was all she could think of. She leaned in as his eyes fluttered shut. The feeling of his cold lip ring causing a shiver to go down her spine. His lips where surprisingly soft as they moved together with hers. He couldn’t help but move his hand up to the nape of her neck. The feeling of her skin sending him into orbit. The soft sound of surprise leaving his lips made her stomach flip. They slowly moved apart and he looked at her with surprise.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever met.” She said in a soft, yet sincere, voice. His cheeks practically glowed red as he leaned his forehead against hers.

The next few months they where always together. And for the first time in a while they where happy.

They would go to concerts together and sneak out to get tattoos. He went with her to get her nose pierced. He thought she looked so badass he got a nose stud. Afterwards they made out in his car, only to leave a few noticeable marks on each of their necks. Her mother noticed before she did and Frank was banned from the house for a week. Much to Gerard and rays amusement.

They had weekly movie nights after rehearsals. They would sit and talk barley watching and when the fell asleep with their limbs tangled together covered messily in blankets, her mother would walk in to tell her it was time for Frank to go home. Only to find them peacefully asleep. So she would call up franks mom and explain, leading to multiple unplanned sleepovers and very awkward family breakfasts in the morning.

That was till she started noticing him being a little distant. He would start to actually watch the movies on movie night and he would leave afterwards. Even telling her rehearsal was cancelled two or three times, when she knew from the others that it wasn’t.

“Hey Frank.” She said as they sat together in her dark green chair listening to the soft sounds of her record player spinning in the corner.

“Yeah.” He said mindlessly fiddling his lip ring with his teeth. As she traced his tattoos she sighed.

“Are you okay? You just seam a little… spaced out lately.” She asks softly. He looks to her and she could see a flash of sadness behind his eyes before he looked away again.

“Oh I’m fine, just a little tired I guess.” He says dismissively. She could tell he was lying and so she pushed a little.

“I’m mean are you sure? Cause-“

“Yes Im sure just drop it okay.” He snapped a little and she sat in shock her fingers leaving his arms. The large green chair suddenly feeling to small for the both of them. She got up and was about to leave the room to give him a break when he continued, stopping her in her tracks.

“It’s just… I saw you 3 weeks ago. You where standing on the field with one of the players. And he was touching your arms.” He says sitting up and her heart dropped. He though she was cheating.

“That wasn’t what you think it was.” She says taking a step closer to him.

“Oh yeah? And what was it?” He said standing up.

“He was hitting on me and touching me without my permission. I told him to stop because I have a boyfriend. Is this what’s been bothering you?” She explained her heart racing.

“Well yeah. Cause to me it just looked like my girlfriend was being asked out by someone who was more in her league than I am.” He says and frustrated tears well up in his eyes. He couldn’t get over the feeling he wasn’t enough for her after actually seeing her with someone like that.

“You know I would never do that to you Frank. Why wouldn’t you just talk to me sooner?” She asks. And he heard her words. And they made sense to him but the feeling where still bubbling up inside.

So he called her the one thing she told him she hated.

“Cause you’re so unapproachable when it comes to this stuff! You’re just little miss perfect!” He exclaims in a moment of anger. Mostly with himself.

The gasp that left her lips sounded like an echo in the silence.

But the look she had when her eyes widened, brimming with tears, had his brain shut off. He knew he messed up and quickly softened his features. Starting to walk closer to her.

“(Y/n) I’m sorry I-“

“You where the only person who never called me that… who never treated me that way.” She said as the tears burned her cheeks.

“(Y/n)- please I didn’t mean it. I was just overly emotional.” He says, his voice soft.

“Why would you say that.”

“It’s just. It’s the only thing about you that is even a little imperfect.” He sighs.

“I’m not as perfect as you like to think. You’re just blinded by how you feel. The first time I kissed you, it was because you saw me for who I am. Just like everyone else. I have insecurities, I have problems and I’m not perfect.” She says and sits down on her bed as he steps closer to her.

“I know it’s just… everyday. We walk through the halls and people cant help but give me weird looks. This one guy even threatened to beat my up after school if I didn’t leave you alone. Every time your absent they throw food at me during lunch. And I just can’t help but wonder why your with me.” He says and his lip starts to quiver. She looks up at him and realized she had never seen him cry. His voice was shaking and his eyes got red. She had seen him get teared up but never like this. He looked so…. broken.

“Frank, why didn’t you tell me…?” She asks and he takes a step closer.

“I just didn’t think it would matter. But then I thought I saw you with that guy and I got scared.” He says as he steps down onto his knees in front of her. Pleading with his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I should have said something.” He exclaims softly.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you told me though. People are horrible. But all that matters is I love you and nothing is changing that. No stupid football players or mean girls. Cause to me you are beautiful. Inside and out.” She smiles as he looks up at her. She leans down and places a kiss to kiss lips.

“I love you.” He whispers into the kiss. And they pull away. She places her forehead to his. Just like the first time they kissed, and he smiled at the memory.

“I love you more.”

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Drummer Girl - Frank Iero x Drummer!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Word Count: 1222

A/N: Lots of requests now that I've posted about not having requests lmao here's an mcr request for youuuuu uwu

It was one of those nights where the air felt electric, the stage lights were burning hot, and the energy of the crowd was almost overwhelming. The show had been one of our best—I could feel it in my bones as I pounded out the last beats of “Helena,” sweat dripping from my brow as Gerard held that final note with his whole chest. My hands were sore, my arms ached, but it was worth it.

As soon as the lights dimmed and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, I stood up from my drum kit, grinning like an idiot. Frank was the first to bounce over to me, his guitar still slung over his shoulder, and pulled me into a quick, sweaty hug.

“I love you!” he shouted over the noise. His voice was raspy from screaming backup vocals, and I could barely hear him, but the wide smile on his face told me everything I needed to know.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” I shot back, smirking.

Frank gave me a mock glare before flipping me off and jogging toward the side stage where the rest of the guys were already heading. My heart did a little flip as I watched him go. We'd been a thing for a few months now, though we’d been careful to keep it quiet. Dating your bandmate wasn’t exactly a recipe for a drama-free life, but with Frank? It felt worth it.

Backstage was a whirlwind of chaos, as usual. Crew members were running around packing up gear, and the band was basking in the post-show glow, sweaty hugs and pats on the back all around. I grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against a wall, letting myself decompress for a minute. That’s when Jason, one of the tech guys who’d been with us for a while, came over.

“Hey, killer set tonight,” he said, offering me a fist bump.

“Thanks, Jason,” I replied, bumping his fist. “You guys made us sound amazing out there.”

He grinned, his cheeks a little red. “You make it easy. Honestly, though, you’re insane on those drums. Ever thought about doing a solo project? I’d kill to mix for you.”

I laughed, brushing off the compliment, but before I could reply, I felt a presence at my side. I turned my head to find Frank standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Hey,” I said, smiling at him. “You good?”

“Yeah,” he said shortly, his eyes flicking to Jason. “We’re heading to the bus soon.”

“Cool, I’ll be there in a minute.” I turned back to Jason, who looked like he suddenly regretted coming over. “Anyway, thanks again. You’re the best.”

Jason gave a quick nod and backed off, muttering something about cables needing wrapping. I watched him go, confused, before turning back to Frank.

“What was that about?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” he muttered, but his jaw was tight, and his eyes were still fixed on where Jason had been standing.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” I pressed.

Frank finally looked at me, his eyes sharp. “Do you really think it’s cool to let that guy hit on you right in front of me?”

I blinked, taken aback. “What? He wasn’t hitting on me. He was just being nice.”

Frank let out a short, humorless laugh. “Yeah, okay. Sure. ‘You’re insane on those drums,’” he said, mimicking Jason’s voice in a way that wasn’t remotely accurate. “You don’t see it?”

I crossed my arms, feeling my own irritation bubbling up. “No, I don’t see it, because it wasn’t there. And even if it was, so what? It’s not like I’m interested in him.”

“That’s not the point,” Frank snapped, his voice rising. “The point is, he shouldn’t think he can talk to you like that.”

“Like what?” I shot back. “Complimenting my drumming? God forbid someone notices I’m good at what I do.”

Frank’s face fell slightly, but his shoulders were still tense. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. “Frank, you’re being ridiculous. Jason’s just a friend. He’s never crossed a line, and he’s not going to. Can we not do this right now?”

For a moment, Frank didn’t say anything. Then he muttered, “Fine. Let’s go.”

The walk to the bus was tense and silent. I could feel the frustration radiating off Frank, but I was too annoyed to try and break the ice. By the time we got on the bus, the rest of the band was already settled in, Gerard and Ray playing some weird card game while Mikey scrolled through his phone. They all looked up when we came in, their eyes flicking between us like they could feel the tension too.

“Everything okay?” Gerard asked cautiously.

“Peachy,” I said, forcing a smile before heading to the back lounge. I needed space, and I didn’t trust myself to keep my cool around Frank right now.

I sat down on the worn-out couch and leaned my head back, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.A few minutes later, I heard the door creak open. I didn’t need to look to know it was Frank.

“Can I come in?” he asked quietly.

“Door’s open,” I replied, not opening my eyes.

He hesitated before sitting down next to me, not too close but close enough that I could feel the heat of him. For a while, neither of us said anything. Finally, he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he said. His voice was small, almost fragile. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to make a scene.”

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him. He was staring at his hands, his fingers twisting the rings he always wore.

“Why did you?” I asked softly. “What’s really going on, Frank?”

He sighed, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I don’t know. I guess I just… I get scared, you know? You’re amazing, and you’re gorgeous, and people notice. And sometimes I feel like it’s only a matter of time before you realize you could do better.”

My heart clenched at the vulnerability in his voice. I reached out and put my hand on his, stilling his nervous movements.

“Frank, that’s not going to happen,” I said firmly. “You’re the one I want. Not Jason, not anyone else. You. Okay?”

He finally looked at me, his eyes soft and filled with something that looked like hope. “Okay,” he murmured.

I leaned in and kissed him gently, letting the touch of my lips say everything I couldn’t put into words. When I pulled back, he smiled, a real one this time.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“Just don’t do it again,” I said, but my tone was teasing. “Or I might have to start throwing drumsticks at you during practice.”

He laughed, the sound light and easy, and the tension that had been hanging between us finally broke.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and bad jokes, and by the time I fell into my bunk, I felt lighter. Frank might have his moments of insecurity, but so did I. And as long as we could talk it out, I knew we’d be okay.

Because at the end of the day, he was worth it too.

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