#theblackparade

Drummer Girl - Frank Iero x Drummer!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Word Count: 1222

A/N: Lots of requests now that I've posted about not having requests lmao here's an mcr request for youuuuu uwu

It was one of those nights where the air felt electric, the stage lights were burning hot, and the energy of the crowd was almost overwhelming. The show had been one of our best—I could feel it in my bones as I pounded out the last beats of “Helena,” sweat dripping from my brow as Gerard held that final note with his whole chest. My hands were sore, my arms ached, but it was worth it.

As soon as the lights dimmed and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, I stood up from my drum kit, grinning like an idiot. Frank was the first to bounce over to me, his guitar still slung over his shoulder, and pulled me into a quick, sweaty hug.

“I love you!” he shouted over the noise. His voice was raspy from screaming backup vocals, and I could barely hear him, but the wide smile on his face told me everything I needed to know.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” I shot back, smirking.

Frank gave me a mock glare before flipping me off and jogging toward the side stage where the rest of the guys were already heading. My heart did a little flip as I watched him go. We'd been a thing for a few months now, though we’d been careful to keep it quiet. Dating your bandmate wasn’t exactly a recipe for a drama-free life, but with Frank? It felt worth it.

Backstage was a whirlwind of chaos, as usual. Crew members were running around packing up gear, and the band was basking in the post-show glow, sweaty hugs and pats on the back all around. I grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against a wall, letting myself decompress for a minute. That’s when Jason, one of the tech guys who’d been with us for a while, came over.

“Hey, killer set tonight,” he said, offering me a fist bump.

“Thanks, Jason,” I replied, bumping his fist. “You guys made us sound amazing out there.”

He grinned, his cheeks a little red. “You make it easy. Honestly, though, you’re insane on those drums. Ever thought about doing a solo project? I’d kill to mix for you.”

I laughed, brushing off the compliment, but before I could reply, I felt a presence at my side. I turned my head to find Frank standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Hey,” I said, smiling at him. “You good?”

“Yeah,” he said shortly, his eyes flicking to Jason. “We’re heading to the bus soon.”

“Cool, I’ll be there in a minute.” I turned back to Jason, who looked like he suddenly regretted coming over. “Anyway, thanks again. You’re the best.”

Jason gave a quick nod and backed off, muttering something about cables needing wrapping. I watched him go, confused, before turning back to Frank.

“What was that about?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” he muttered, but his jaw was tight, and his eyes were still fixed on where Jason had been standing.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” I pressed.

Frank finally looked at me, his eyes sharp. “Do you really think it’s cool to let that guy hit on you right in front of me?”

I blinked, taken aback. “What? He wasn’t hitting on me. He was just being nice.”

Frank let out a short, humorless laugh. “Yeah, okay. Sure. ‘You’re insane on those drums,’” he said, mimicking Jason’s voice in a way that wasn’t remotely accurate. “You don’t see it?”

I crossed my arms, feeling my own irritation bubbling up. “No, I don’t see it, because it wasn’t there. And even if it was, so what? It’s not like I’m interested in him.”

“That’s not the point,” Frank snapped, his voice rising. “The point is, he shouldn’t think he can talk to you like that.”

“Like what?” I shot back. “Complimenting my drumming? God forbid someone notices I’m good at what I do.”

Frank’s face fell slightly, but his shoulders were still tense. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. “Frank, you’re being ridiculous. Jason’s just a friend. He’s never crossed a line, and he’s not going to. Can we not do this right now?”

For a moment, Frank didn’t say anything. Then he muttered, “Fine. Let’s go.”

The walk to the bus was tense and silent. I could feel the frustration radiating off Frank, but I was too annoyed to try and break the ice. By the time we got on the bus, the rest of the band was already settled in, Gerard and Ray playing some weird card game while Mikey scrolled through his phone. They all looked up when we came in, their eyes flicking between us like they could feel the tension too.

“Everything okay?” Gerard asked cautiously.

“Peachy,” I said, forcing a smile before heading to the back lounge. I needed space, and I didn’t trust myself to keep my cool around Frank right now.

I sat down on the worn-out couch and leaned my head back, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.A few minutes later, I heard the door creak open. I didn’t need to look to know it was Frank.

“Can I come in?” he asked quietly.

“Door’s open,” I replied, not opening my eyes.

He hesitated before sitting down next to me, not too close but close enough that I could feel the heat of him. For a while, neither of us said anything. Finally, he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he said. His voice was small, almost fragile. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to make a scene.”

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him. He was staring at his hands, his fingers twisting the rings he always wore.

“Why did you?” I asked softly. “What’s really going on, Frank?”

He sighed, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I don’t know. I guess I just… I get scared, you know? You’re amazing, and you’re gorgeous, and people notice. And sometimes I feel like it’s only a matter of time before you realize you could do better.”

My heart clenched at the vulnerability in his voice. I reached out and put my hand on his, stilling his nervous movements.

“Frank, that’s not going to happen,” I said firmly. “You’re the one I want. Not Jason, not anyone else. You. Okay?”

He finally looked at me, his eyes soft and filled with something that looked like hope. “Okay,” he murmured.

I leaned in and kissed him gently, letting the touch of my lips say everything I couldn’t put into words. When I pulled back, he smiled, a real one this time.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“Just don’t do it again,” I said, but my tone was teasing. “Or I might have to start throwing drumsticks at you during practice.”

He laughed, the sound light and easy, and the tension that had been hanging between us finally broke.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and bad jokes, and by the time I fell into my bunk, I felt lighter. Frank might have his moments of insecurity, but so did I. And as long as we could talk it out, I knew we’d be okay.

Because at the end of the day, he was worth it too.

//

In memory of all who were victims to, and lost their lives to violence rooted in hatred.

Don't be afraid to keep on living,

You will not walk this world alone.

And if you're dead and gone, believe me

Your memory will carry on.

For Transgender Day of Remembrance. 🏳️‍⚧️

THANK YOU MCR FRANCE

Okay so..I realize I have like no followers or anything at all and little to no internet presence and  also doubt anybody will actually see this, but I think I solved the tour’s lore, and the video they added to their website called chapter one with the PHANTOM style text on the bottom just pushed my delusion further. I started theorizing this back in February of this year during the Latin leg. Please enjoy my thought process 

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE KILLJOYS COMIC

The Black Parade were a group of young activists in Dragg who spoke up about the government, and were hated by the grand immortal dictator for their values. They were  performing in Mexico when they were killed in an ‘accidental fire’ but I don't think it was accidental at all..

The killing of The Black Parade had the opposite effect that the government thought it would. They thought that killing them would make the public stop, fall silent, and forget. But after the death of The Black Parade, people became outraged as more news sources covered the story about the fire.

Meanwhile, across the ocean in Battery City, California, a group of vigilantes were causing a massive uproar by trying to free the public from the holds of B.L.I, an evil corporation that owned the city and wanted a utopia and had heavy restrictions on the public. The vigilantes being the Killjoys and were very similar to The Black Parade and B.L.I also wanted to stop them. So B.L.I took something that they cared about and would fight to the death for, Missile Kid. While trying to save Missile Kid from B.L.I, they ‘died’ in the process. In the comic, you can survive being hit by the zap gun. You're just stuck in limbo where you are a ghost essentially, and your physical body is unconscious for an unknown amount of time. For example, when Missile Kid was shot during the day, and the in limbo scene, but woke back up at night.

So while they were in limbo, they were taken into the B.L.I headquarters and ‘reset’ with the tube, which is also shown in the comic when they corrected people who even made the smallest mistakes (as shown with Korse because he was gay, let a robot flee the city line, and didn't make the quota). But now, since the Killjoys were major criminals in the city after ‘resetting’ them (for fear of remembering), they sent them to a different country, Dragg, more specifically The Moat in Dragg. 

And so, they were to be turned into puppets by the facility during the Latin America leg, that is the prequel to the first leg, and now the second leg as confirmed by the Rockville festival. During “Sleep” in the Latin leg, we are shown that everybody was corrected by the secretary, the clerk, the dictator, and The Killjoys—but not Sylvia, the head nurse, meaning she is the only one being authentic. 100% normal. That means she is behind it all, secretly being disguised as an elite in the Dragg society, using all the reconditioned people as puppets for her bidding. She is the real dictator, and everybody else is a puppet.

So far that's all I’ve got, mainly because the second leg hasn't officially started and I would need a few more shows to continue my theory, or to prove that it is true. But with the drop of the Danger Days deluxe version being confirmed today, and their website updating with a short video where it shows a live broadcast of Route Guano, then a bunch of static cutting to a B.L.I stand by screen with a clock and the time being 5:20 (I have no clue what the numbers on the top left corner mean AT ALL). But I think some very interesting things are going to happen, possibly over the course of the next month until the second leg officially starts.