Band Imagines/One-Shots

What's Wrong? // Frank Iero

You sat up in bed, yawning and rubbing your eyes. You looked at your boyfriend who was dead asleep next to you, even some drool coming out of his mouth, onto the pillow.

You giggle, and lean down, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He was just so damn cute, and funny. You couldn't help but smile.

Frank had made it public that you two were together to his fans the night before, and you were happy people knew now. People speculated, but it wasn't for sure for them until Frank had tweeted it out.

Meaning, you didn't have to hide your relationship out in public anymore.

It made you smile, and you slid out of bed, pulling on one of Frank's shirts that was way too big for you.

It had his scent in it, coffee and cigarettes. It was a familiar and comfortable smell to you, though you wished he'd quit.

You picked up your phone, looking at the time as you padded out into the living room, deciding to check your notifications. 6 am. There was gonna be no way of sleeping again.

After some Facebook, Snapchat, and about 3 hours on Tumblr, (Which, you had absolutely no idea where the time went, oops?) you noticed your Twitter notifications were blowing up. You saw a lot of them, but you simply ignored them as you scrolled through your other social media outlets.

When you opened it, your heart dropped. Everyone was mentioning you in replies to Frank's tweet.

Frnkiero: Bringing it to light that I have the most wonderful girlfriend ever. Love you babe xoxo @xxxxx

Attached was a picture of him and you together, of a time you two were watching horror movies, and you were snuggled up in a sweater and a blanket, you were curled up to him sharing the blanket, and your hair was in a simple messy bun. You wore some foundation in the photo, but overall, you hated the photo he used.

You bit your lip, and looked down at the replies.

@xxxxxxxxxxxx: Awe, she's so gorgeous Frankie! You 2 are soooo cute. Glad you 2 r happy ❤️❤️

@xxx: Awe, you guys are so cute

@xxxxxx: She's not all that pretty

Then your heart started dropping in your stomach.

@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx: Um, ew, look at her. She's ugly af lol

@xxxx: lol kill yourself, frankies mine, bitch

@xxxxxx: she's too fat for you

@xxxxx: ugh, you deserve so much better, Frankie.

@xxxxxxx: Whore.

You looked at the replies with tears filling your eyes. Why were people so awful to you?

You lifted your hand and pressed it to your mouth, trying not to cry. You didn't want to wake up Frank.

Maybe they were right, Frank deserved so much better than you. But then again, how would they know what's better for Frank? You were his best friend before you started dating, they wouldn't know.

But they're his fans, they're just as important to him.

You couldn't help it, tears streamed down your cheeks, landing on your now cold, bare thighs.

You let out a quiet whimper, still looking at the phone. You were so distracted that you didn't see Frank wander out of the bedroom in his pajama pants, standing next to the couch.

"(Y/N)?" You jumped, dropping the phone, and quickly wiped your eyes with Frank's shirt sleeves, turning to look at him.

"H-Hey Frankie." You replied, trying to not let your voice shake.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, walking in front of you, and kneeling down in front of you and the couch. You shook your head, wiping your eyes again.

"N-Nothing, I'm okay."

"(Y/N)." He spoke sternly, looking at you. You bit your lip, and reached for your phone, opening them and showing him the tweets.

His eyes scanned over them, and he quickly grew angry.

"What the fuck is this shit?!" He growled, standing up.

"Frank-"

"No, this isn't okay!" He sat next to you, and placed a warm hand on your thigh. "Baby, don't listen to them. Their opinions of you don't matter to me." You shook your head at him.

"Frank-"

"No. You are beautiful, and gorgeous, and I dunno where I'd be without you. You're so so so important to me, and I love you." You looked at Frank in shock.

"You...you love me?" He smiled and nodded.

"Definitely." You smiled a little bit, and Frankie leaned over, wiping your tears with his thumbs, pressing a gentle but passionate kiss to your lips. He pulled away and pecked your forehead softly before quickly standing and running to your bedroom.

He ran back out, typing on his phone, but quickly tripped over his pajama pants, slamming himself into the floor with a loud groan.

You put your hands over your mouth, laughing but slightly worried.

"Are you okay?" You laughed. He turned bright red in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood.

"Uhh, yes." You laughed more, and he sat next to you, typing more and then putting his phone down, looking at you. "Now look at your phone."

You hesitantly picked yours back up, and looked at your mentions. Frank had made a new tweet.

Frnkiero: quit hating on my girl. That's fucked up. She's important 2 me, and if you got somethin 2 say to her, u can say it 2 me. @xxxxx

You smiled at it, and looked over at him.

"Thank you.." You spoke gratefully.

"No problem, (y/n). Lemme know if you keep havin problems." He smirked and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to cuddle with him.

And thats when you knew everything was going to be okay, and that people hating your relationship with Frank didn't matter, because all you needed was Frank in your life.