Feeling between the lines - frank iero x fem reader
summary — you and frank have been a constant on and off toxic relationship for the last yearish. and after one of his shows, you guys share a smoke.
warnings — toxic relationship, smoking, kissing, hickeys mention, pet names, cheating (kinda??) , jealousy issues
yes i got another fic title from another song. i got it from a heartwell ending. recommend listening if you haven’t. if obviously inspired this fic. possibly might make a part 2 if yall like it?? idk..well see. much love to you all <3
the relationship you and frank had wasn’t ever really, well a relationship. for the last if not year it was a constant on and off thing.
you’d get back together, become toxic again, break up and end up right back together. somehow every time he found his way back into your life.
not that you were exactly complaining, but it got frustrating after awhile.
frank had horrible jealousy issues. when he saw you with another guy anywhere near you, it caused a fight. even when you guys weren’t dating.
the jealousy is what caused most of the fights anyways.
but, you’d also be lying if you said you never got jealous when he’d would fuck other girls or flirt with then when you guys would break up.
you had met frank through ray when you and ray became roommates. along with the other guys. you hit it off with frank instantly. somehow along the way, it became whatever it is now.
and tonight, ray asked you to come to another gig. you didn’t want too because you were still pissed because not even a few days ago you and frank got into an argument.
yet you were front fucking row.
like always. watching the band.
he somehow still looked really hot even with him sweating his ass of on stage.
you were hot and frustrated when the show finally ended. hoping to atleast bum a smoke off someone because of course you forgot yours at home.
weaving through the crowd that smelt like sweat and pot. girls screaming over gerard and trying to get their attention. hoping that if you made it out fast enough, you could avoid frank.
that obviously did not happen, but just in a few seconds, you felt your wrist get pulled back. yelping and almost grabbing your pepper spray until you noticed it was frank.
“you bitch!” you yanked your wrist back and shoved him.
frank had that stupid grin on his face. a cigarette also already resting between his lips. pulling it out and blowing the smoke away from your direction. “not happy to see me, sweetheart?”
your face scrunched up at the pet name. frank always called you that. he almost never used your actual name.
“not exactly.” your eyes moved to his neck, a few dark hickeys noticeable on his neck in bare spots where no tattoos were.
making your stomach turn. not that you and frank made things official yet, but the thought of another girl being all over him just pissed you off.
“you don’t like them?” your eyes snapped back to franks face. “the hickeys, sweetheart. not a fan?” feeling your jaw tighten while he was basically feeding off of your reaction.
you let out a deep breath and push your sweaty hair out of your face. “i didn’t come here for you frank” you said bitterly. “i came for ray. now i am going to go home”
you didn’t really give frank another chance too talk. you just pushed the door open and walked out.
the hot summer air hitting you. not any sort of breeze tonight. so everywhere was just hot.
hoping ray would finish cleaning up soon so you and ray could head back to the apartment.
“sweetheart,” you heard franks voice echo behind you. groaning and throwing your head back. he literally never got the memo when you wanted him to leave you alone. “can’t leave me yet.”
it felt like in just seconds, frank had his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. placing his cigarette between his lips.
you didn’t pull away. you hated how even after you guys put each other through, you still enjoy being close to him.
barely glancing back at him when he blew his smoke out. the soft blow of the streetlights hitting his face. the tired look in his eyes like he hasn’t slept the last few nights. the cheap cologne and the smoke smell somehow brought comfort.
when you finally reaches rays car, you looked at frank and pointed to the car. “you can go now”
out of respect, he pulled his arm off of you. but instead leaned against the car. “i’ll wait to ray finishes up inside. don’t want any creeps coming to bug ya” he flicked the cigarette bud onto the road.
you closed your eyes, bringing your fingers to the bridge of your nose and pinching it.
instead you just leaned against the car and looked at the road instead of frank. just pissed off that he still head this hold on you when he shouldn’t.
“here,” you looked over at frank, seeing move to stand in front of you, bringing a unlit cigarette to your lips. he must’ve had his pack in his pocket. “you fuckin’ look like you need a smoke” you just stared him for a moment.
you hesitated, but you barely parted your lips for him. be placed it there and then brought the lighter up. watching it spark up.
the moment felt intimate. he was so close. your eyes almost never left his face when he did this.
when he pulled the lighter away, you took a long drag. letting the smoke fill your mouth and than inhaling. frank didn’t back up. his dark eyes watched your every move.
you exhaled through your nose. trying to figure out what to even talk about. he wasn’t moving at all so you have to talk about something at this point or you’re going to cringe.
“what the girl nice?” you just gave in and asked it.
“the one who gave you the hickeys dumbass” you brought the cigarette back to your lips and tried not to say something rude.
you can’t be upset about another girl being on him when you 2 aren’t even back together.
frank huffed a laugh through his nose. looking away for a moment and bringing his hand into his hair that was stuck to his forehead from sweat. “yeah.”
your eyes widened some at his honesty. trying to not act like you care.
“met her at some club. took her back to mine” he still had that shit eating grin on his face.
frank knew you were jealous. usually you were good at hiding these things. but lately, it’s gotten harder because your eyes have really only been on him these last few months.
“upset?” he asked. frank leaning in and kissing your jaw when you exhaled more smoke. causing your body to freeze for a moment. “i don’t remember her name if that makes you feel better, sweetheart” he murmured lightly.
“not exactly” you murmur back. tilting unintentionally when he kept kissing your jaw.
frank hummed. stepping close enough to put his hands on your waist. “don’t like the thought of other girls touching me, hm?” he pulled away. his eyes looking right into yours.
the closeness made your body heat up. the heat outside not really helping at all.
“you don’t even like it when other guys breathe near me frank,” you stated. “so why should i be okay with other girls being around you?”
somehow, this conversation was a thing atleast one a week. having conversations like this all the time were just draining.
frank just moved to the other side of your jaw. nipping it this time. making your breath to hitch. “i was just wondering sweetheart” he moved down your neck. the cigarette in your hand forgotten.
you should’ve pushed him off, yelled, hit him, literally do anything but let him kiss you. instead you stayed. because it felt good to finally have his attention back. even if some other girl has his attention last night.
“dude,” you flinched when you heard rays voice in the background. turning around to see ray finally making his way to the car. “you didn’t help clean up”
frank pulled away all the way this time. the space between you making your heart drop for a moment. “sorry, got busy”
you noticed the cigarette in your hand that was basically just a bud now from forgetting it. dropping it onto the road and stepping on it to let it out.
“whatever. see you tomorrow for rehearsal” ray laughed to himself and unlocked the car. seeing him slip into the car. finally getting to go home, but now having to leave frank.
“still my favorite girl, sweetheart.” frank winked at you and started to walk back to his own car.
your stomach turned at his words. you never really knew if he meant it. or if he’d ever really felt the way you did.
