One shots that are all going to be gay

frank iero x reader| late night kisses

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My sweet baby <3:
You still up love?

My lovely <3:
Yeah I can't sleep :/
Do you wanna meet at the park <3

My sweet baby <3:
Yeah ofc I'll see you soon
Stay safe <3
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I gracefully stumbled out of my window. Another sleepless night. On these kinds of nights I like to walk around my town accompanied by a nice cigarette. I was wearing my comfort hoodie that was ungodly over-sized. A pack of Marlboro's in the pocket along with my switchblade, mace, and my trusty lighter.

I grabbed my monster energy drink from the window sill, then gently closed my window, leaving it a crack open so I could get back in easy.

The full moon lit the night sky nicely, so I had little to no trouble navigating my way to the sidewalk from my yard. Once I continued down the street lights dimly lit the scene. I put my unopened can into my pocket and then started situating a cigarette for me to smoke. Fishing one out of the pack, I shoved the box back into my big ass pocket and grabbed my lighter.

With my cigarette, I grabbed my zero ultra and opened it. Monster and cigarettes just pair well. It makes me feel like I'm dying but in a fun way.

I soon arrived at the park where I was meeting my boyfriend. I could see light flicker from the swing set; the soft sound of a failing lighter accompanying it. I got closer to see Frank attempting to light a joint with his shitty ass lighter. I don't know why he always seems to have bad luck with lighters. I always end up having to light shit for him. But I wasn't complaining, I enjoyed the sweet gesture of lighting my boyfriends joints and cigarettes. It was somewhat romantic to me.

"Shit." Frank muttered about to give up on the lighter that already gave up on itself. I slid my legs through the swing, so I was sitting on Frank's lap. His eyes lit up at me. I would never get over the feeling of his eyes on mine; constant butterflies.

I cupped his face and gave him a gentle peck on the lips.

"What's this pretty boy doing here at this time of the night?" Frank asked smiling.

"Well, I could ask you the same lover boy." I replied, not able to stop my smile. Frank never failed to make me smile with his cute charm.

"Need a little help there?" I asked, looking down at the joint and lighter and Frank's hands. He was wearing his fingerless skeleton gloves. I love it when he wears them.

"Yeah," Frank chucked his red lighter at  the wood chips surrounding us on the ground, "my lighter's shit." Frank put the joint between his lips.

"Your lighters are always shit, but that's okay." I lit his joint for him. The light illuminated his perfect face. His nose ring sparkled like his eyes. I couldn't help but blush. You'd think since we've been dating for so long, I wouldn't be blushing at the simplicity of an act. But here I was, with the pinkest face in New Jersey.

He blew the smoke into my face then grabbed me by my collar to bring me into a sweet, passionate kiss. My hand that wasn't holding my can found its way to entangle Frank's hair. His hands slid down from my collar to hold my waist. His lips left mine only to travel down to my neck. He left gentle kisses down to my collar bones.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We smiled sweetly at each other. Both so lost in another. Frank put the, surprisingly, still lit joint to my lips. I took a hit and exhaled into Frank's face like he did to me earlier

"How about we go to the tube. This swing is not built for two." I suggested getting off of Frank.

"You're telling me. That swing was starting to hurt my ass." I giggled at my boyfriends remark as we climbed into the wooden play set, then into the wooden tunnel that we regularly visited.