Frank Iero Imagine

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yoooooooooo
u gots a frank rn k
(wtf me??)
anyways
gon b som blind date shit up n herrr
lol imma leave now k hope u enjoy bye
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You sit quietly at the table next to your best friend, Lindsey.
She had somehow convinced you to go on a blind date with her, despite you being very untrusting and suspicious of almost everyone.
The worst part being that in order for it to be a "blind" date, it was pitch black.
You tighten your grip on Lindsey's hand as you hear footsteps entering the dark room filled with other patrons, all excitedly chatting with their dates or whispering nervously with the friend they brought with them.
You hear the footsteps nearing your table and a chair scratching on the floor.
"Ow!" an unfamiliar voice whispers, followed by a giggle and an insincere "Sorry".
You whisper to Lindsey, "They sound like idiots."
You can feel her breath on your neck as she whispers back, "They sound cute!"
You sigh at her enthusiasm, again regretting your agreement.
When the two strangers are finally seated, one of them clears their throat.
"Um, hi, I'm Gerard. This guy sitting next to me is Frank." Based on where his voice is coming from, you assume he is sitting across from Lindsey and Frank was across from you. Frank is the one that tripped over Gerard.
Wonderful.
Lindsey speaks up, "Hi Gerard and Frank. I'm Lindsey, and my shy little friend here is called (Y/N)." You elbow her in the side and she giggles.
"So, I heard there would be wine...?" Frank says, making all of you laugh.
He does sound cute...
What am I thinking? you can't sound cute.
You mentally slap yourself for overthinking everything and not just enjoying the moment. Besides, it is kind of exhilarating, meeting your possible soul mate in a pitch dark room, right next ti your best friend, who is way more excited than you.
You feel around carefully on the table and finally brush your fingers on what you guess is a wine glass.
"There is wine!" You tell the group excitedly. They start to search around the table for their wine and you take a slow sip.
You take the glass away from your lips, surprised.
"Hot fucking damn, this shit is delicious." You exclaim, earning a laugh.
You hear Lindsey's voice next, "Oh wow, it really is!" she says, and you take another, more generous sip.
"I haven't had much wine in my life- it's a bit too classy fir me, but this is fucking amazing." Gerard concludes.
After a few quiet moments dedicated to letting your tastebuds  appreciate the beverage, Gerard breaks the silence.
"So, I don't really know how this works, but aren't we supposed to like, do some ice-breakers or something?" He asks.
"Yes! Ok, what should we do..." Lindsey thinks carefully.
"Yes! I got it! Ok, full name, favorite color, and... favorite animal." She states.
Gerard starts, "Ok, I'm Gerard Arthur Way, my favorite color is red, and my favorite animal is..." He thinks for a minute before finally stating, "Gazelle."
Lindsey and you burst out laughing, and Frank snickers.
"Anyways," Gerard says over your hysterical laughter.
"Frank?"
He sighs before starting. "Uh, Frank Anthony Iero Jr, my favorite color is black, and my favorite animal is easily dogs."
Gerard coughs. "He has 12." he says under his breath.
You laugh with Lindsey again and you can hear Frank elbowing Gerard.
"Your turn," Lindsey jives, nudging you.
"Ok, um, my name's (Y/F/N), my favorite color is (Y/F/C), and my favorite animal is (Y/F/A)." You say, somewhat nervous.
"Oh yes! I love (Y/F/A)!" Frank exclaims, making you less nervous.
You all continue chatting, sounding like old friends-or lovers- until the blind-date-session is over.
POV NOT YING WHAYE
They keep the lights out, and instead made the patrons exit in an "organized fashion".
It did end up working out quite well.
You are so nervous to meet your "soul mate", you trip on the way out and almost fall onto the concrete.
But someone catches you.
You look up and see a very attractive boy looking down to you.
"You alright?" He asks, concern written across his face.
You recognize his voice.
"Frank?" You half whisper, feeling a blush creep up to your cheeks.
"Hi, (Y/N)." His lips curl up into a smile as a brush begins to bloom onto his face.
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ANOTHER AUTHORS NOTE SHAZAM.
ok nothing really important i just went through and edited some of the imagines a lil
ok
bye

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