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imagineiero · 6 years

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The Jersey Forest Monster

Era: Teenage!Frank Love: Y/N, Reader (She/Her/Girl pronouns) Warning: None

Teenage!AU - You transfer to Belleville High and meet your new best friends, Gerard, Mikey, Ray - and Frank.. that’s if he stops being a total asshole.

Frank Iero is an asshole, there’s no denying that.

He’s the cute-but-stabby punk guy that sits next to you in English and though he spends most of his time muttering cuss-words under his breath and getting suspended for fighting you can’t help but think he’s really fucking hot while he’s rebelling everything in his way.

If only he gave you the time of day.

You transferred to Belleville high a few months ago halfway through the year and everyone had already separated into their little friendship groups which left you sitting on the sidelines mostly. Your old school was a total drag and you were somewhat glad when your Father decided to relocate to Newark from South Jersey, it meant you could have a fresh start.

You’d seen Frank in your first class, English seemed to be the only class he paid attention in apart from music and though he got ridiculed for it mostly he was a total bookworm, even going as far as writing poetry and being forced to read it in front of the class - he’d scowl at the jocks as he headed back to his seat, you’d smile up at him in reassurance but he never noticed, not really.

Gerard was a loser, much like yourself - totally lost in comic books and star wars but at least you had stuff in common. He was in your art class and quickly took you under his wing, letting you sit with he and his friends at lunchtime - his brother Mikey and their friend Ray. It wasn’t until you were playing Xbox at the Way’s house after school that you realised their little group had another member; Frank.

Frank’s eyes had widened momentarily the first time you were introduced but he quickly played it off with a grunt of a hello and then that was it, he ignored you mostly and you weren’t sure why - slowly realising that Frank was mostly antisocial and it wasn’t really anything personal, at least you hoped it wasn’t. You admired him from afar - learning that he was a total rockstar on the guitar and that the furious scribbling in his little black journal nearly every time you glanced over was him writing lyrics for a band that the guys were hoping to start.

It was a Friday night and Mr and Mrs Way were out of town leaving you and the boys to one of your regular sleepovers. Frank had been in a sour mood all day, even more so than usual and you couldn’t understand why - you tried to block it out, focusing more on Gerard’s latest comic design, he was drawing you as a dystopian hero and your eyes lit up as he avidly explained the concept he was working on.

You were broke from your conversation by a yelp as Frank jumped from his seat on Gerard’s bed. He’d been distracted while smoking and somehow let the cherry burn down until it broke the skin between his fingers, he stubbed out the butt and stuck his fingers in his mouth - groaning at the burn. Without thinking you leapt to your feet, tugging him by his sleeve to the bathroom in Gerard’s basement bedroom and thrusting his hand underneath the cold tap without a seconds warning.

“W-What are you doing?!” Frank huffed, falling over his feet as he trailed behind you helplessly

“It’ll stop the pain-..”

“It’s fine!” Frank growled, yanking his hand from your embrace and wincing as he dried it on his t-shirt

“But Frank-..”

“I’m fine, will you just fucking leave me alone?” He spat, shuffling back into the other room and busying himself in his journal.

You headed back into the room, not missing the worried glances that the other guys were shooting at each other but not wanting to cause a fuss, you were grateful when they didn’t try and question anything, instead going back to whatever they were doing before.

“Y/N.. Truth or Dare?” Gerard asked, spinning the empty vodka bottle until it landed on you

“Truth!” You grinned, laughing when Mikey rolled his eyes because you hadn’t picked a dare yet

“Okay..” Gerard smirked, eyes flitting around the circle “Is it true that you have a crush on someone in this room?”

Your cheeks flooded red without warning, you couldn’t even deny it and with your mellowed out state from the cheeky sips of Ray’s Vodka-Redbull mixer you mumbled a shy “Yes..”

“Who?!” Mikey gasped, jabbing you in the side to try and coax it from you

“It’s not my turn any more!” You laugh, shoving him away pitifully

The bottle landed on Frank and Ray took great delight in the fact that he’d chosen dare

“I dare you to kiss Y/N.. with tongue” He smirked, bringing a cheer from Gerard and Mikey as you buried your head in your hands shyly

You were actually going to get the opportunity to kiss Frank, even though he was being a total ass to you most of the time it was making butterflies swirl in your stomach to think that you’d get that moment with him. You looked up from your hands, pretty sure that your face resembled a strawberry by now.

“No way” Frank responded bluntly, reaching forwards to take a swig of whiskey

“What do you mean no way?” Mikey laughed humourlessly, waiting for Frank to laugh or get embarrassed or at least react in some way other than staring at the whiskey bottle stony-faced.

“I’m not kissing Y/N” Frank shrugged “I want a forfeit”

“Frank-..” Gerard started, flicking his eyes between you both

“It’s fine Gee” You interrupt, trying to play it off like you don’t care “Just give him his forfeit”

“Fine” Gerard frowned, looking Frank dead in the eye “Your forfeit is that you have to sleep outside tonight, all night.”

Frank’s expression wavered for a moment and you could tell he wasn’t happy with his choice. Just last weekend you’d all huddled into Ray’s living room to watch horror movies and the conversation afterwards had led to an urban legend that there had been sightings of a murderous monster in the local forest, the forest that just so happened to back onto the Way’s back yard. Just the thought of being out there alone in the dead of night was enough to put shivers down anyone’s spine, even Frank who tried to act tough most of the time.

Frank swallowed, swiping the whiskey bottle as he stood up “Fine, but I’m taking this-..”

“Don’t get murdered by the monster” Mikey gulped, not helping the situation at all.

It was half an hour later that you realised Frank wasn’t coming back inside. You’d half-expected him to plead with the guys to let him back in but he hadn’t, stubborn as anything. By now Gerard had passed out in his bed and Mikey was tucked up under a blanket reading Doom Patrol, You turn to Ray who’s still blasting zombies on the Xbox.

“Do you think Frank will be okay?” You ask quietly, picking at the frayed hem of your jeans

“He’s a tough guy” Ray shrugged “I don’t know what’s wrong with him lately, I’m sorry if he hurt your feelings”

“It’s okay” You sigh, eyes travelling to the tiny basement window where everything is pitch black outside “I think I’m gonna go check on him, see if I can get him to talk..”

“Good luck with that” Ray chuckled, reaching over to where Frank had been sitting and pulling up a lighter “Here, he forgot this.. might be an icebreaker for you”

“Thanks Ray” You smile, pocketing the lighter as you wrap a blanket around you and head up the stairs.

You sort of expect that maybe Frank has given up and gone home but the quiet hum of singing tells you otherwise. You shut the door quietly behind you, your footsteps on the decking the only thing that silences him as he turns around to face you from where he’s sat against the wall. He frowns instantly at the sight of you but his face softens slightly as you silently take a seat next to him, tugging the blanket from your shoulders and wordlessly draping it over you both.

“What are you doing out here?” He mumbles, not daring to look at your face

“Making sure the monsters don’t get you” you shrug, digging in your pocket to retrieve the lighter and passing it over to him “Thought you might need this too”

“Oh, thanks..” He says quietly, hesitantly taking it from you and laying it on top of the box of smokes near his feet “You er.. you don’t have to stay out here, bet you’re cold..”

“That’s what the blanket’s for”

“I know but.. it’s still cold” He shrugs “It’s not your forfeit anyway.. just-.. just go back inside Y/N”

“Why don’t you like me?” You blurt out, sort of wishing you hadn’t by the sudden silence it brings between you “I-I.. I just don’t get it.. I’ve only ever been nice to you..”

Frank is silent for a while and you’re not sure if you’re even going to get an answer until his voice breaks through the emptiness, softer than you’ve ever heard it “I do like you”

“Yeah, right” You snort, shaking your head

“I do..” He whispers, turning to lock eyes with you before awkwardly facing away again “I’m sorry Y/N”

“I don’t care that you didn’t want to kiss me” You lie, not sure it would even help anything if you told him that it felt like a punch to the gut “I just-.. I want you to actually act like I exist sometimes..”

“I-..”

“No you don’t” You interrupt, knowing straight away that he’s going to deny it

He sighs, letting his head rest back against the wall as he thinks over his words

“I’m sorry Y/N” He starts, swallowing thickly as he turns to face you - his eyes flicker up to yours before he looks away almost nervously “I’ve been a total dick and I just-.. I’m sorry, okay?”

“But why Frank?” You sigh, frowning slightly “I don’t get why you acted like that in the first place”

“Because you didn’t like me” He blurts, shutting his eyes and groaning slightly when he realises he’s said it out loud

“I did like you-.. I do like you-..” You frown, shaking your head

Frank sighs again, pursing his lips as he shuffles around to face you “But not the way I wanted you to..” he admits, choosing to scratch his nail down the canvas of his converse instead of waiting for your reaction “You.. You liked Gee and I got-.. I don’t know.. I guess I got jealous..”

“I don’t like Gee” You snort, barely believing that Frank would even like you in the first place “Not like that anyway”

Frank frowns as he looks up at you disbelieving “Of course you do.. you’re always so-.. so-..”

“Friendly?”

“It’s more than that” Frank sighs, running his fingers through his hair “You’re always cuddled up talking about comics and he makes you laugh and he’s pretty and you’re pretty and-..”

“You think I’m pretty?” You interrupt shyly, stalling his words

“I-.. Yeah, I do..” He swallows audibly, looking down at his feet again “I’m sorry.. I’ve made this even more awkward haven’t I?”

“Why didn’t you want to kiss me?” You frown, thinking back to the game - if he liked you the way he says he does then why would he pass up the opportunity

“Why would I want to kiss someone who doesn’t like me back?” He shrugs, locking eyes with you “It just hurts even more, why would anyone do that?”

You shrug, feeling brave for a moment “I was going to”

“You were going to what?”

“Kiss someone who I thought didn’t like me” you purse your lips in thought “Even though it would hurt later on I wanted to, just because I thought it was the only chance I’d ever get”

“Well.. why didn’t you?” Frank asked hesitantly

“Because he’d rather get murdered by the Jersey forest monster than kiss me” You laugh quietly, looking down at your lap shyly

Frank let out a breath, laughing along with you quietly as he shook his head “You’re serious?”

“Couldn’t make this shit up” You raise your eyebrows and side-smile “Girl likes boy who secretly likes her back, we’re such a fucking cliché”

“Yeah, we are” Frank chuckles, shaking his head

He edges forwards, sliding his fingers over yours until you turn your hand upside down and let him tangle your fingers together. You both smile at your joined hands but it’s Frank who breaks the silence with a quiet but sincere voice.

“So.. about that kiss?”

You smile, answering wordlessly by leaning towards him slightly - glad when he takes the hint and closes the gap, smiling against your lips as your mouths work together. He tastes like whiskey and cigarettes and his own signature taste, You sigh happily as he slides his hand behind your head, fingers threading into the hairs at your nape. Your lips move in perfect synchronisation and you’re sort of glad he didn’t kiss you in front of all of your friends because you weren’t certain if you would have been able to pull away from his hold and now you don’t have to.

You break for air a short while later, smiling with your eyes closed as he presses his forehead against yours - you aren’t sure you’ve ever felt happier than this moment, the butterflies are back in full force and he’s the one driving them wild. He curls back underneath the blanket with you, this time pulling you against his chest and wrapping his strong arms around you protectively. You groan softly as you slide your arm across his torso, pressing your face into his t-shirt and captivating scent.

You’re glad the next morning when you wake to find that the Jersey forest monster hasn’t killed any of your friends and your boyfriend is holding you tightly like he had done before you drifted off to sleep. It’s not until a few hours later when the news is broken to the rest of the guys who totally saw it coming before either of you did.

“That’s 20 dollars you losers owe me” Ray smirked, taking his hard earned cash from the Way brothers

“I thought you’d last another week” Gerard groaned, handing over his money “Mikey didn’t think you’d take this long to realise you’re both hot for each other”

“Yeah, I kind of gave up after the first three weeks” Mikey shrugged “Congrats though, now you can stop staring at each other across the room - it’s gross”

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