You and Frank

fuck boy

Era: Teenage!Frank
Love: Y/N, Reader (She/Her/Girl pronouns)
Warning: Detailed Smut and Swearing/Cussing

Teenage!AU - Frank's the biggest fuck boy in school, until he meets Y/N.

It's lunchtime at school and you're hiding out in the library to avoid the usual hustle and bustle of teenage hormones and high school bitches. It's not unusual for you to be in here, you've spent pretty much every day here since you've been a twelfth-grader, it's just a normal thing for you now. What's not normal is the fact that you've spotted Frank Iero loitering around the horror section checking out a Stephen King novel with a look of interest on his face.

You've never had the opportunity to talk to Frank, he's a popular guy - probably the most popular guy in school - literally everybody who's anybody knows Frank Iero. He's a punk, a bad-boy and a total flirt - you've heard he's bisexual, gets off with all sorts of people who are much cooler than you and is the life and soul of every house party that's been thrown in the last few years, he's kind of a big deal.

You can't help but let your eyes rake over his body, staring shamelessly over the top of your J. D. Salinger novel. He's wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, ripped deliberately at the knees with a Misfits patch hand-sewn into the thigh. His top half is covered by a red hoodie, faded and over-washed - the zip pulled down just enough to reveal the white Black Flag tee he has on underneath. The look shouldn't work but it does, he pulls it off effortlessly and you can't help but let your eyes trail his body one last time, nearly squeaking when your eyes rake over the scorpion tattoo on his neck and finally you lock eyes with him and he's staring right back at you.

You force yourself to focus on your book and not the fact that he obviously caught you staring, you're hyper aware of the fact he's sliding the book back onto the shelf and seems to be walking in your direction but that can't be the case, he probably has a friend who's sat at the table behind you except you're not brave enough to turn around and look.

"Well aren't you a pretty girl?" Frank smirked, biting his lip as you glanced up - awkwardly looking around to see no one else there before you buried your head in your book again, totally confused.

"What's wrong babe, cat got your tongue?" Frank chuckled, moving to slide into the seat next to you, the chair legs scraping on the floor loudly.

You lowered your book, with a bewildered expression on your face "W-What?"

"I said you're pretty, I know you heard me" Frank's tongue darted out to wet his lower lip

"O-Oh.." You stammered, ducking your head as a faint blush rose to your cheeks "I-I.. I didn't think you were talking to me"

Frank huffed out a breathy laugh, leaning forwards with his chin on his fist as his eyes glanced at your choice of book "Catcher in the Rye is my favourite book"

"Really?" You raised your eyebrows, Frank's reputation preceded him and he wasn't known for having his head stuck in a book. You wondered momentarily if he was just lying to try and make conversation.

"Yeah, Holden Caulfield is like everything I'd wanna incorporate in a character" Frank grinned, reeling off passionately before coughing awkwardly to cover his embarrassment "I-I mean.. if I wrote books that is"

"You wanna write books?" You couldn't help but pry, seeing this whole new side to him was unexpected

Frank shrugged nonchalantly "Maybe, I don't know.. I'm better at writing songs - don't really have the attention for writing books, I like reading them though"

"I'm Y/N" You offer, trying to swallow your nerves at being spoken to by the hottest guy in school "I mean, I don't know if you knew that already or.."