#god frank iero is such a stupid but silly man | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

writingforyourpleasure · 4 years ago

Text

WE'RE NOT BEST FRIENDS.

Relationship : Remington Leith x reader

A/N : Sorry I know, not what you expected. It's be complicated lately and I wanted something shorter then "ON THE ROAD AGAIN" and on someone else. But next will be either a new chapter of OTRA or a short fix either on Gerard Way or Frank iero.

Warnings : None

You were just in front of your best friend’s door trying to calm your nerves. Before you could even process it the front door opened and a smiling Emerson was facing you warping you quickly in a warm hug. This bastard truly gave the best hugs, maybe it was the reason why you hang out more with him. It was a sunny afternoon and Emerson was dressed very fashionable as always, he always stood out from the other kids even before finding his own style. You entered and soon enough his mother Stephanie was hugging you lovingly. Staphanie and your mom were best friends since college and that how you meet the boys, you were six month older than Emerson, you grew up with him basically. First off when you were four until Sebastian got to middle school you and the boys were having sleepovers at least 3 times per weeks and were inseparable, then when Sebastian did go to middle school he started to pass more time by himself and his new friends since he thought playing with you three was not of his age anymore. But you, Emerson and Remington didn’t mind all that much since you still got each other to play with, some things were more difficult though, since you were now a trio there was some kind of imbalance inside your group and disputes tend to happen more than before but nothing alarming since it was always for stupids reasons and when Remington got through adolescence the arguments got bigger and next thing you knew it was just you and Emerson. But everyone was still close to each other It’s just that you had now a certain routine with Emerson and got comfortable in it. You also didn’t want to bother the guys by asking if they wanted to join. Also Emerson seemed happy to have you for himself and have a little time with someone else then his brothers, sort of. Emerson had friends beside you of course but you didn’t talk much to those, they were nice but you weren’t one to party, you considerably preferred to stay at home watching a movie, TV show or play video games or some else worthless.

« Well A/N, the boys must say their hello wait I’m gonna call them downstairs. » Said Emerson’s mom, it was something she always said and did when you were there.

« Really there’s no need. I’m sure they’re occupied and busy, you know. I don’t wish to disturb anyone Stephanie as sweet as it is. »

« You’re way to polite hon’, don’t worry I think they can move their legs once in a while. BOYS COME SAY HELLO A/N’S HERE ! »

Emerson was puffing behind his mom’s back, you on the other side just stood there awkwardly. While you heard stumping upstairs, you took in the delicate features of Emerson.

He had a dark navy blue beret which was quite rare and a white shirt open widely on the collarbone and to his chest it was a lightly transparent, he wore around his neck maybe dozens of necklaces which you bought him for the most part and a simple black skinny Jean. You often wished you had the same wardrobe than him.

The stumping was now very loud and close which meant the guys were in the staircase so you turned your head around just in time to see Seb coming to you and putting your head in his arm and ruffling your hair to annoy you. Well for sur now you’ll be walking around for all evening with wild hair but hey what’s new ?

« Let the poor girl be would you, Sebastian ? »

« Well she’s used to being annoyed since she comes here to see Em, anyway. » Said Seb with a dickhead grin splattered on his face.

« Well fuck you, I happen to be very interesting mind you ! »

Em wasn’t one for a reading. You sighed rolling your eyes to the sky, done with thoses two, while their mom was repremending them, mostly Em since he swore.

« If she ever gets bored it’ll be by you two arguing dummies. » Said Remington arriving at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes then falled on you and a huge smile stretched itself on his lips, soon enough he had you in his arms.

« God Y/N what have you done of my boys ? »

Rem was still hugging you, yeah he tend to do that quite a lot and you never got used to it since it was a little bit awkward with everyone around you. The first hundreds of times Seb always teased him, while Remington was complaining. But you guessed that it had became like a ritual now.

« Well I wouldn’t pride myself in this since I honestly don’t think they need me around to act like that. » You joked once Remington decided to let go.

« Guess will never know since they won’t without you in our house for less than one week. » Laughed Stefanie.

« More like , Emerson, won’t let her be for less week. » Said Remington. Making his mother smile and Sebastian laugh.

« Whatever, c’mon Y/N. »Emerson took you by the end to go upstairs to his room.

You popped down on his bed looking at the fluorescent pink stickers up his ceiling. While he unplugged his Drum speaker.

« How was rehearsal ?

« It was okay we didn’t do much to be honest. »

« But didn’t you told me that you’d finished the album already ? »

« Well we just need one more song and then it’ll be finished. »

« Well don’t worry about it I’m sure it’ll be a great one. » You said cuddling him from behind making him fall into the bed with you.

« Putting pressure on me much ? »

The two of you laughed at that still cuddling on the bed.

« But I’ve got to say I’m not hyped not to hang out with you guys once you’ll go on tour. » You’re best friend held you more strongly than before at your words. Silence filled the room.

« Maybe you could come and visit us ? » Asked Emerson in a small voice.

« Could I ?! » You said looking up at your friend.

« I mean I don’t see why not ? »

You got off the bed starting to dance excitedly and fist bumping happily into the air while Emerson was laughing from the bed.

« But…. Wait a minute ? Isn’t it girlfriends that are allowed to visit you ? » You asked stopping right away fearing it wasn’t gonna happen.

« Well usually, yes it is, but I think I can play it off. Plus if you do think about it we already are an actual old married couple. » You all laughed your ass off at this knowing very well how you to were looking while argumenting.

Not long after that Emerson had to go to the toilets and you took advantage of it to go ask Stefanie if she needed help with dinner. Emerson find It’s way into the kitchen not long after that.

That how you found yourselves peeling potatoes while joking around.

Hearing you laughing Remington join you guys down hoping up the counter, not helping whatsoever.

« You guys are so loud I can’t even hear myself think anymore. »He said with a devilish grin.

« Silly you of course you can’t Rem ! You never thought about something with that beautiful brains of yours, since you don’t have one ! » He glanced at me with a deathly look while Emerson was coughing his laugh away.

« But you’re saying nonetheless that I’m beautiful right ? » Emerson rolled his eyes while Remington winked at you.

« Well looks gotta make up for that stupidity of yours I guess. «

« But you admit that I’m beautiful ? »

« God Remington I never knew you’d suffered from so much lack of love during you’re childhood hon. »You said looking at your potato with a wide grin, with Emerson discretely laughing in front of you still peeling off the skin of his potato.

« But that does make me Belle and you the beast. So I win. »

« Well if you want to lie to yourself love go on, I won’t stop you, but remember that I ‘ll be Beast who’s got a big brain. »

Emerson made a face of disgust at the nickname. You got up and went near the counter, on which was seated Remington, to wash your peeled potatoes.

« Yeah But I’ll be Belle who’s got a big - »

« REMINGTON !!! »Yelled Stephanie making Emerson explode in laughter and pride was taking over your features.

« Since you seem to be quite a talker today go peel the rest of the potatoes of your brother, while you Emerson’ll put on the table in the dinning room please. »

« What does this have to do with peeling potatoes anyway ? » Whined Remington still going over his brother ‘s place getting to work.

« Young man don’t dig yourself deeper, I’m warning you. Now less talking and more peeling. »

You hide your laughing while you returned to the table where was Remington to cut the vegetables.

He glance you a glance that you supposed was meant to be scary but didn’t work out.

« I’m hate to say but Belle wouldn’t be the scariest psychopath for an horror franchise. »

« Wish I could dig YOU deeper. » He muttered between his theets.

« And I wish I could dig you. » you Whispered to yourself, blushing instantly realizing what you said and looking over to meet a blushing Remington.

Safe to say you cutted the rest of your vegetables are in silence as Remington did the same with the peeling.

Soon enough you all were dinning around the table that put on Emerson. You were sitting by Emerson side on his right, while Remington was in front of you and on his right was Seb asking if he could go to a party tonight at his mother who was seated in the end of the table. He excitedly thanked his mom when she agreed.

« By the way could Y/N come visit us on tour ? » Interrupted Em looking at his two older brothers.

A silence took place during several seconds as both of Seb and Rem eyebrows shoot to the roof looking really surprised, you didn’t really understood why before Seb started talking with a huge smile.

« FINALLY ! You guys I was starting to think it’ll never happen you know ? »

What ?

You were really confused right now, was he still talking about you visiting ?

If it was the case why did Remington seemed so hurt ? And even if he was talking about something else why would Rem be hurt anyway ?

« Huh well It’s only if you guys wants me to be there of course ? » Even to yourself you sounded pretty unsure.

« When did that happened anyway ? » Asked Remington pretty coldly.

« What ? » You ask really confused now.

« When what happened ? » asked Emerson apparently as confused as you were.

« Ho c’mon you guys ! Don’t be shy ! I always knew it’ll happen it really was about time. »

What. The. Hell

« Huh well Emerson asked me when we were up in his room a few hours earlier ? » You responded truly still very unsure about this, but figuring they were asking about when did Em bringed up the idea ?

« Ho so It’s really recent still ? » Said Seb.

« Huh well that’s why were asking if it’ll be cool with you two ? » Answered Em fidgeting at the end of his shirt.

« Unless you’re not comfortable with it Rem ? » Everyone’s eyes landed on him waiting for his answer.

�� Why would you hit on me if you’re with my little brother exactly ? »

A huge silence landed across the table and your eyes almost blew out of your skull.

« What ? »You asked in a small voice a little embarrassed of him telling everyone what happened earlier.

« If he trust you enough to be his girlfriend don’t try to hit on his fucking brother just a few hours after it ! » He said getting up in one second before just hurriedly walking up the stairs at a fast pace. While you just stood there your mouth hanging.

What did just happened and… wait were they thinking you and Emerson were a couple ? HO they were, well shit.

« Huh… just to put it out there me and y/N are Friends, nothing more. »Said Emerson looking at his mom and older brother.

But He did not looked at you.

« Ho well… shit. Sorry about that Y/N It’s me who directly started to think you two were together, I mean I though so because the people that usually visit us are our girlfriends or boyfriends. I see that I was wrong now, I’m really sorry. »

« It’s okay Seb we don’t mind. » You said sadly and deeply humiliated, you were guilt tripping for something you didn’t do. How sick was that ?

You exited the table without a word to go upstairs, walking til you were facing Rem’s door. You were hesitant, you needed to tell him but maybe It’s more up to Emerson after all ? And why would he listens to you of all people you must be the one he wished could go away probably now.

You took a deep breath before knocking on the wood with precaution.

«What ? » Said a weak voice on the other end of the door. Ho no was he crying ? What the fuck did you put yourself into ?

« Can I come in ? »

« Go away. Maybe you still got your chance with Sebastian ? »

Ouch.

« Mister Remington you may not slut shaming me. » You responded trying to be funny but as the silence took place between you you figured it wasn’t.

« Look, Rem, I think it is all just a misunderstanding, please let me in so we can talk ? »

You waited two long minutes fixing the wood of his door before this one moved to revel a red eyes looking Rem, the sight really guilt tripping you.

« How could you do that ? To your childhood best friend ? »

All of it was giving you an headache.

« Are we still talking about Em ? Or is it about you ? » You asked raising an eyebrow.

« forget about it. » He said moving to re-entering the room and closing the door, but you stopped him taking his left arm in your hand.

« Wait. I really do think It’s just a big misunderstanding, I am NOT em’s girlfriend. » You said the fastest you could.

The big frown on Remington’s face was wash over by a surprised look.

« But you guys said- »,

« we didn’t say anything because you didn’t even let us say more than 1 word. Sebastian assumed and I guess you then assumed that we were. But you’re both wrong. »

Remington’s brain seemed to be runned a mile per minute.

« But Emerson was talking about you visiting on tour.... »

« Yeah as friends dumbass, I ‘m not obligated to fuck someone on it to be on it am I ? »

Your arms crossed on your chest you waited in front of the tall man.

« I-I-I am so very sor-rr-ry…. I… I mean if you want to scream at me you’ve got every right to do so… » he said with a sorrowful expression.

« Don’t worry if I’ll ever feel like screaming at you, I won’t bother asking your permission love. In all seriousness now, maybe just go apologize to Emerson later okay ? »

« Ho fuck ! Everyone heard me right ? Ho what have I done It’s embarrassing as fuck. »

« Yeah from the looks on their faces I’m pretty convinced that they all heard you pretty well. »

«…. That means that I’ve just told everyone that you hit on me when you actually did it as a joke and for no reasons… » Blood was leaving his face at a fast spead and he was becoming more livid by the second.

«Yeah you did. But if that can make you feel better I didn’t do it as a joke. But please next time wait til we do take it to your room to tell everyone. Never guessed you as a kiss and tell but meh we learn something new every day ! »

« You didn’t… ? »

« No I wouldn’t hit on Rem big brother as a joke that’d be a lack of humor to do something so awkward. If I ever wanted to hit on one of you as a joke I’ll choose Em I’ve much more material on him anyway. »

« I….But last year at Seb’s birthday party when I finally muster up the courage to ask if I could kiss you, you said no… ? » Both of you were now a little closer to each other at the point where your chests were almost touching.

« Yeah well pardon me to have refused to kiss you when you were completely drunk AND in front of your two brothers looking at us. Poor souls They’ll still be on medication now if it happened. »

« But then why would you it on me now -»

« Can I kiss you ? » You asked to the tall bleached hair guy. He was blushing so much you were scared that the poor fool was about to explode.

« Why-hy no-ow ? » He asked lowering his voice looking at you expectingly.

« Because I feel like fucking my brother’s best friend. No more seriously I just… ‘I’ m not really talented for all of this but I really like you and I do have a crush on you since several months. Like each time you hug me It’s like I become numb and every problems since to find a solution to itself. »

Remington wrapped his hands, sweetly, around your neck, looking at you with tenderness.

Both of you closed the distance between your lips, it wasn’t sweet or hungry but just a little spark fading as soon as his tongue and lips left yours.

« Y/N… I-I have a crush on you since years but you never noticed me, Emerson always fought to be alone with you and to be the one closest to you. I… never told him because I really thinked you’ll never see me like you do with him. »

« You’ll never take the place of Em. He’s my best friend. But you can take the vacant place of boyfriend. But if you’re jealous of Emerson It’s not gonna do it for me babe. »

« What no ! I’m not…. I… ��I swear just I wanted to let you know that I was struggling to find a way to get your attention. »

« You don’t need to, coz’ you already have it, you were just to blind to see. »

« ….Y/N.. I love you…. »

« I’m pretty sure that I ‘ll be able to say so in just a few weeks. » You kissed him one last time before going to Emerson’s room and getting in bed with your friend even if you wished to cuddle someone else tonight you didn’t want to seem impolite to your friend.

Emerson vaguely waked up from his sleep to whisper to you once you made yourself comfy between his arms.

« Did you tell him ? Did you guys made up ? »

« yes we did don’t you worry Em. » you said with a happy smile on your face, of course he didn’t meant it like you did but this discussion is left for tomorrow this time.

#remington leith #remington kropp #palaye royale imagines #palaye royale #Palaye royale fanfict #emerson barrett #emerson palaye royale #emerson kropp #remington palaye royale #Fanfict Remington leith #Remington leith x reader #Remington leith imagine #Remington leith fanfic #Remington leith fanfiction #Emo fanfic #remmington leith #Remingtonleithfanfic

96 notes · View notes

xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 5 years ago

Text

Keep it to Yourself - Frank Iero x Reader

Requested Summary: The last shows of warped tour are coming closer, and the band tries to convince Frank to act on his feelings for the reader Warnings: insecurities, angst, fluff Word count: 3 307 A/N: This was originally “just” a request, but I want to dedicate this to @mariawritesfanfic because it’s her birthday today! Everyone go over to her blog, check out her wonderful stories (she does Christmas/Winter themed stories for every day until Christmas!) and wish her a happy birthday!

“Oh man, I think I’m dying of thirst,” you mumbled, while you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand.

The sun burnt down mercilessly on you and the other few people who were working at the merchandise stand at Warped Tour. You lifted another box with MCR shirts on the table, and started piling the clothes out of the box, sorting the different shirt motives according to their sizes.

“Water?”

You turned around in surprise at the, by now, fairly familiar voice of a certain guitarist. Frank smiled at you as he held out a bottle of water.

“You are my savior,” you grinned, and took the bottle from the young man, who watched you contently as you satisfied your thirst with the icy cold beverage he had fetched you.

“Don’t you guys have any shade back here,” he wondered, furrowing his brows.

“Shade, good joke,” you laughed unamused, and handed him back the now half-empty bottle.

“Keep it,” he mumbled under his breath, and placed it on the table, making you smile.

“And to answer your question, no we don’t have any shade.”

“But you had some last week, didn’t you,” Frank asked confused, and hopped to sit on the table next to the box, which you continued pulling shirts out from.

“They said they lost the parasol,” Grace, your colleague and friend, explained over her shoulder.

“And they didn’t bother organizing a new one?”

Frank sounded disbelieving, a gesture that in itself already made you feel better.

“Apparently not, maybe we should be a tad bit more insistent on that point,” you shrugged.

“Do you want me to get you some sunscreen?”

You looked over at Frank who was still sitting on the table, watching you work.

“Nah, it’s fine,” you denied with a smile.

“In fifty years, when you got skin cancer, you’ll think differently about it,” Frank told you seriously, and got off the table, “I’m gonna get you some!”

“Don’t you have to go on in like… ten minutes,” you shouted after the guitarist, who had already started jogging away, but either he did not hear you, or he did not want to hear you.

Frank’s band mates in the meantime had watched the interaction between the two of you from the shadow of a tent that sold cold beverages. The area was not yet opened to the public, allowing them a few last quiet moments before the show.

“These fools,” Mikey shook his head, “they still don’t get their feelings aren’t one sided?”

Ray shook his head.

“I don’t think they even got to the point of understanding that they are in love,” he mumbled, taking a sip from his coke.

“We only got a couple of shows left,” Gerard reminded them, “do you think they’ll finally get together until then?”

“No.”

The answer came both from Ray and Mikey at the same time.

“So… do you guys think we should help them?”

Ray turned to look at Gerard.

“You mean we should set them up?”

“Let’s be honest here for a moment. Frank will only be sulking around for the next three years if he doesn’t get together with (y/n), and we’ll be the ones who’ll have to suffer. In our own interest we should do them the favour,” Gerard argued.

“You have a weird way of reasoning,” Mikey shook his head, “but I’m afraid you’re right.”

They grew quiet as Frank jogged past them again, this time with a tube of sunscreen in his hand. When you saw him you threw your hands in the air, and rolled your eyes at him, but laughed.

“Yep, we need to set them up,” even Ray eventually agreed, “They’ll never get this done on their own.”

“Fools.”

~*~

The following days were hectic and loud, and you hardly found time to calm down for a moment. There were only a handful of shows left. While you loved working for My Chemical Romance, and going on Warped Tour with them, you started feeling worn out. The long days under the burning sun were exhausting, and there was always someone who had instructions for you or wanted you to do something more than was your job. You helped where you could, since you liked the job, but you also really started looking forward to the moment you could sit down in peace.

The exhaustion which the physical work was causing you was undeniable, but at the same time your heart and mind were also tense.

Of course you had noticed pretty early into the tour that you liked Frank. He was pleasant to be around, he always looked out for you, was chaotic and sweet at the same time, and overall just exactly the kind of person you liked. Trying not to get yourself into any trouble, you had told yourself it was not anything important, and so you had ignored the way your heart started hammering in your chest, and the way you got all shaky every time he walked up to you. It felt like an invisible string was connecting the two of you, pulling you closer towards him, but then again he was a very attractive man, probably everyone who was into men felt that way about Frank.

If it had only stayed at that, everything would have been fine, but when there were only seven days of tour left, Gerard, Mikey and Ray started behaving weirdly. They always made jokes about how great of a boyfriend Frank would be, about how caring and sweet he was, about how the two of you would be such a cute couple.

These words confused you more than anything. Of course you knew they meant nothing; that the three men were just teasing Frank and you, but for the first time, you allowed yourself to imagine what being with Frank would be like.

And your stupid heart took that as the signal to break silently every time you merely thought about him. He was a rock star, thousands and thousands of people looked up to him, and felt the same tight feeling in their chest when they thought about him, and you were just one of them. You were not any different from them.

Had you told this to Frank, he would immediately have listed a thousand things he loved about you. The way you smiled so sweetly when he did something stupid, the way you rolled your eyes at him when he was being silly, how you ran your fingers through your hair when you were thinking… He adored the way you looked, your character, your smile, your jokes, and when you pretended to be mad with him. Everything about you was perfect to him, but he did not get aware of it until the second last show.

It was late already; the show MCR should play was the last one of the evening.

Backstage the four band members were joking around. Ray and Gerard were doing their vocal warm ups, and Frank had just finished fiddling around with his guitar, when he suddenly heard Mikey mention your name. Obviously Frank immediately listened up, trying to overhear his friends, but at the same time unable to fight the jealousy in his chest when he heard his band mates talk about how pretty and clever and sweet you were.

Had he really thought you were only sweet to him? Had he thought you would ever pay special attention to him with the other three around? It was well know he was the short, chaos-causing one. Why should you like him if there was someone around like Gee, with his pretty face and all his drawing skills, or Mikey, who was super funny once he warmed up to someone, or Ray who was so incredibly talented and skilled in everything he did? The answer was obviously that you would not like him, and that idea alone brought angry tears to his eyes.

It was Gerard who noticed the pained expression on the guitarist’s face first.

“Guys, shut up,” he warned, and nodded to their friend.

“Oh shit,” Ray swore and shook his head, quickly walking over to Frank, who was still too occupied with his own thoughts to notice that the conversation had been interrupted.

“We fucked up,” Mikey realised, and together with his brother he followed Ray.

“If you’re so much into them, then why don’t you fucking tell ‘em,” Frank was about to argue, making the others shake their heads. “they deserve to be happy, but instead you just make fun of them!”

“It’s not us who’s into them,” Ray tried to explain.

“We’re not making fun of them,” Mikey defended at the same time.

“We- listen Frankie, we just thought that with a bit of teasing, you would finally get your ass over to them and tell ‘em how you feel,” Gerard clarified.

“How I feel,” echoed Frank hollowly.

“Come on dude, you’ve been in love with them since the beginning of tour,” Ray reminded him, “don’t think we didn’t notice.”

“I’m not-“

“And I hate to say this, but time’s running out, man,” Gerard added, “There are two shows left, and then god knows when you get to see ‘em again. You really should pull your shit together, and talk to them.”

Mikey and Ray nodded approvingly.

“I’m not in love with (y/n),” Frank defended, and at the beginning of the sentence he was still convinced of his words, but by the end he already started doubting them.

“Yeah, yeah, great, keep telling yourself that,” Mikey shrugged unimpressed, “But the truth is that they definitely caught your interest, you caught theirs, and you should at least try to ask them out or something.”

“Because if you don’t, you’ll be in a mood for years, and only write songs about broken-heartedness or something, and we’re the ones who’ll have to deal with this, so do us the favour.”

Frank was about to disagree with Gerard, but then he remembered his notebook, which currently had started filling with half-finished love songs, both happy and sad.

Sighing in defeat Frank hung his head. He knew the others were right, and it was terribly annoying having to admit it, but he was no coward, at least not when it came to his friends.

“So what do you suggest I do,” he gave in, pleadingly looking into his band mates’ faces.

“Okay, so listen here-”

~*~

You already felt a bit nostalgic, and it was only the second last show, as you walked up to the side of the stage, spying out from behind one of the light consoles.

Since the show was so late in the evening, and you had worked all day, someone else had taken over the merch, giving you the freedom to do whatever you wanted. And in all the time you had only seen two complete shows, so that was what you decided to treat yourself with. Sitting down on the floor, making sure not to be in anybody’s way, you looked out over the stage.

Ray was head banging to the beat, Mikey stood close to the centre, bopping his head to the music as well. Gerard was skipping over the stage, using the instrumental bridge to run over to Ray, who grinned at him.

And then there was Frank. He was going crazy as always, lying on his back, playing his guitar flawlessly. A second later he jumped up and onto one of the monitors, his sweaty hair falling into his forehead, while he tried to see past the blinding lights into the audience.

When he turned around to jump off the speaker again, he saw you sitting on the floor at the side of the stage, stopping when his eyes met yours. He seemed to stand frozen for a second, before he shot you a grin, which almost seemed shy, considering how bolt he usually was, and then continued the show.

From that moment on, you were unable to tear your eyes away from him. Ignoring the stinging pain in your chest, you watched him jump around, and laugh, and roll over the stage, almost head-butting Ray at one point, and chasing Mikey, who always made sure to keep a safe distance to the personification of havoc.

Sometimes Frank looked over to you, every time smiling brighter than the lights that were illuminating the stage, but when the last song for the night kicked off, his smiles started to lose their power, and instead the glances he shot you were tainted with concern and worry. By the time the audience broke into applause after the song, his face was full of what almost looked like fear, making you worry about what was on his mind.

The band was waving and walking off, away from you, going off stage at the opposite side from where you were getting up from the floor, shooting one of the techies a smile. Gerard noticed that Frank was following them, but stopped him.

“Go over and talk to them,” the singer encouraged, “Now’s your moment!”

Frank hesitated, but when Gerard gently shoved him into your direction, he obeyed, and jogged over to you.

“Are you alright?”

Concerned you took a few steps towards Frank, who you had noticed walking over to you. He was sweaty, his hair and his shirt sticking to his skin, a frown on his face, and the guitar swung to his back.

Without answering, he grabbed your wrist, and dragged you further away from the edge of the stage, into a little corner where nobody could see you.

“Frank, hey,” by now you were really worried about him. He looked pale and nervous, a state you had never seen the cheerful man in. “What’s going on?”

The corner Frank had dragged you in was so tiny that your back was already bumping into one of the big boxes in which usually the speakers were transported. When he took a step closer to you, you had nowhere to go. Not that you really wanted to, but he was behaving weirdly, and as close as you were standing now, you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

His eyes were fixed on the floor, darting around nervously.

Gently you reached your hand to his chin, and lifted his head so he was looking at you. His hazel eyes were pleadingly staring into yours, as if he was asking you to understand something he did not want to phrase. And before you even knew what happened, he had closed the short distance between your faces and kissed you passionately, desperately even, pushing you back so you were pinned against the box. Surprised and confused you returned the kiss, your body reacting before your mind had even started to comprehend what was going on. While your thoughts still tried to scramble to their feet, your heart was beating in your throat, and you wrapped your arms around Frank’s neck, pulling him closer to you, leaning into his touch as he placed his hands at your waist to pull you against him, but making sure your back was still pressing against the obstacle behind you, keeping you in place.

In the end you had no way of telling for how long Frank and you had been kissing, hidden away from prying eyes. You just knew that when you broke the kiss eventually, you were terribly out of breath, and your cheeks were burning hot red. Frank’s face was as flushed as yours, and it was not due to a lack of sunscreen during the day, and his sweaty shirt had started to dry.

You swallowed hard, your arms still wrapped around his neck, and your forehead pressed against his. In irregular patterns his breath fanned over your cheek, making you want to kiss him all over again, but you were too out of breath, and your muscles seemed to have gone into stand-by-mode from all the slight shivers and the excitement Frank had caused you.

“What was that,” you asked, still out of breath, your eyes closed. Your voice was shaky and higher than usual, but you did not find it in you to care about such details right now.

“Want me to repeat it,” Frank asked, and you could hear the smirk on his lips.

“Give me a moment,” you laughed, pulling away slightly and immediately leaning your forehead against Frank’s shoulder, the rigid leather strap of his guitar pressing against your skin.

Frank chuckled, a sound you would never get enough of, and slowly let go of your waist before wrapping his arms around your back. Indeed there seemed to have passed some time since his shirt was cool and almost dry now.

“So… basically I have fallen in love with you, and the guys said I should act on it, so we don’t have to publish an album filled with all the songs I wrote about you,” Frank whispered against your ear, making you giggle.

Lifting your head back up, you took a good look at his face. There were still a couple of strands of his black hair sticking to his forehead, his pupils were blown wide, leaving only a small rim of the hazel colour to see. A pink blush was dusted over his cheeks, and some very faint freckles spread over his nose. A soft smile was playing around his lips, and slowly he lifted a hand to your face, brushing a strand of your own hair out of your vision.

Quickly you leant in again, his words still echoing in your mind, and pressed your lips against his once more, shorter, sweeter this time, until Frank was full on grinning.

“Frank?” The voice of one of the techies eventually drew you back into reality. “Frank! Where are you! There is a press team who want to do a quick interview with the band!”

Frank’s groaning was less a sound than a deep vibration against your body, and exhausted he dropped his head against your shoulder, making you giggle.

“Do they really need me,” he mumbled, and you were sure he was rolling his eyes.

“Frank! I know you’re back here! We’ve searched everywhere else already!”

“Apparently they do,” you smiled, and ran one of your hands through his hair. “Take it as a compliment.”

Frank groaned again, and untangled himself from you, but making sure to run his fingers down your arm, and intertwine them with yours.

“Fine,” he shouted, still looking at you, “I’m here! I give up!”

Holding your hand, he stepped out of the corner that had hidden you so perfectly.

“Hell yeah, each one of the guys owes me five bucks,” the techie laughed, already turning his back to Frank and you, leading the way.

“For what,” Frank asked curious.

“They said you wouldn’t have the guts to confront (y/n),” techie explained, a shit eating grin on his face.

Frank turned to you.

“They bid on us,” he deadpanned, making you giggle.

“Actually I’m not surprised; they did make an effort these past days to point out how much of a catch you’d be.”

“I hate them.”

“Tell that to the press, that sure would make for some headlines,” you laughed, causing Frank to giggle too.

“Guess so!”

When you reached the trailer in which the rest of the band and a camera team was waiting, even at this late hour, Frank quickly leant down to kiss your hair, before the techie threw open the door.

“Oh fucking finally,” Ray cheered, when he saw you and Frank standing outside.

“Was about time,” Gerard laughed, and Mikey nodded along, grinning brightly.

“Yeah, yeah, keep it to yourself,” Frank muttered, but was unable to hide his smile, as he pulled you into the bus with him, your fingers still entangled with his.

~*~*~*~

Taglist (if you want to be added or taken off, please let me know):

General: @justawriterinprogress @robinruns @jayloverthe3rd @lookalivefrosty @butterfly-writes @angelevansfalls @rene-royale

MCR: @deadlovers

#frank iero x reader #frank iero fluff #frank iero imagine #frank iero x reader fluff #warped tour #mcr imagine #mcr fanfiction #mcr #my chemical romance #my chemical romance imagines #my chemical romance angst #my chemical romance imagine #my chemical romance fanfiction #fluff #angst #Happy Birthday #fanfiction #fanfic

218 notes · View notes