Request by anon: Hi!! Could you write a really fluffy Frank Iero imagine?? :)
You and Frank carry in the last few boxes from the truck, setting them down in any space on the floor that is clear. You sigh and drop on the couch next to him. You and Frank have been planning to buy a house together for the past year and a half but between work and him touring, you never had the time. So as soon as he got back from tour, you bought a place together and decided to move in.
“Babe, we did it.” You say, looking up at him. He puts an arm around you and smiles.
“Fucking finally, it only took two years.” You both laugh, sweaty and still out of breath. You both look around the bare house, imagining what it will look like when you begin to hang your pictures, fill it with personal items, make it into a home.
“We can put all your books in the office.” He says looking over at it.
“And barstools at the counter.” You add, looking over twoards the kitchen.
“Maybe buy a really nice patio set so we can eat breakfast outside.” You suggest.
“And I can hang my Star Wars sign in the den.” You wrinkle your forehead and look up at him.
“Really?” You ask as he looks down at you in confusion.
“What? It would go great in there. That’s the hang out spot.” You scoff and look back over at the den.
“Absolutely not. That’s not happening.” You say, shaking your head.
“That’s what you think…” You chuckle and playfully roll your eyes. You hear Frank yawn from behind you, his stomach rising and falling against back.
“We should really go shower.” He says, picking you up bridal style. You stare into his eyes and bite your lip.
“You thinkin, what I’m thinkin?” He asks and you nod, holding his head in your hands and placing your lips on his. You giggle as he weaves through boxes to carry you upstairs to the master bathroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You’ve been living in your new home with Frank for the past week, spending most of your time unpacking, decorating, and rearranging. Tonight was the time in 8 days that you had nothing to do because you’d finally finished everything. You sit on the couch, sharing a glass of wine with Frank, enjoying the finished décor. The only source of light comes from the lamps on the side tables and the florescent illumination of the words ‘Star Wars’ coming from the den.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I got you something.” Frank says, leaning over the side ofr the couch and picking something up. You pivot so you’re facing him as he sits back up, this time holding a rectangle shaped box. You set down your glass and take it from him, curious as to what’s inside.
“What is this? It’s not my birthday or anything.” You lightly laugh, tearing off the paper off. It’s just a plain cardboard box.
“Consider it a….house warming gift.” He smiles. You open the box and your eyes go wide, immediately welling up with tears. You slide out a guitar from the box, but it’s not just any guitar, it’s a 1954 Fender Stratocaster Sunburst. These are so hard to come across and even when you do, they can cost up to $50,000. It’s the first guitar you ever owned, your dad gave it to you when you were 12, but when you came back from college, the basement had flooded at your parents’ house, leaving everything down there destroyed, including your guitar.
“Oh my god…Frank! Where did you- where did you find this?” You ask, tears of happiness falling down your face as you hold it in your hands. He has the biggest smile on his face.
“When we were in Arizona, we went to this shop and the guy there practically gave it to me. Only cost me $3500.” He smiles proudly. You jaw drops as you look at him like he’s insane.
“You paid $3500 for this?!” You ask incredulously. He laughs and nods his head. You immediately begin to try and hand the guitar back to him, unable to even imagine why he would pay so much money for something like this.
“Nope. Nope. Nopity nope. I-I can’t take this. That’s way too much money, Frank. Why did you-” He cuts you off.
“It’s for you, Babe. Take it. Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna take it back now.” Your lip quivers as he pushes the guitar back into your arms.
“B-but…” You try to reason but he won’t have it.
“(Y/N), I spent the money because I knew how much you’d love it. As soon as I saw it I knew I couldn’t leave without it. I know how much that guitar meant to you, how much you would give for another one if you could. I did it because I love you.” His soft eyes stare into yours as you begin crying even harder, setting the guitar next you, and basically throwing yourself into his arms. You smash your lips together, kissing him with more love and passion than you ever have. He chuckles into the kiss, placing his hands on your hips. Making you happy was one of the best feelings in the world for him. When you finally pull away, he just smiles at you.
“Thank you so much, Frankie. You don’t know how much you mean to me.” You sniffle and he pecks your lips one more time.
“You’re welcome, Babe.” He chuckles and sits up with you in his lap, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest. He picks up his glass and takes a sip, sighing in satisfaction.
“So, where are you gonna put it? I figured you’d just hang it up somewhere. Obviously it’s way too old and fragile to play but I thought just having it around would, ya know….” He trails off and hands you his glass to sip off of since yours is now out of reach due your new seat in Frank’s lap. You take a sip and swallow before speaking.
“I’m thinking about putting it in the den…next to the star wars sign.” You say with a smirk.
“So I can keep it??” He asks excitedly making you laugh.
“Yes, Frankie, you can keep it.” You stare at the yellow sign across the room, imagining the guitar hanging next to it.
“I will remember this day for the rest of my life, Frank Iero. This might actually be my new favorite memory of us.” You say happily with a giggle, taking his hand in yours. You loll your head back and rest it on his shoulder, listening to his heart beat. He kisses your neck and slips his hand out of yours, beginning to trail his fingers up your shirt.
“Wanna make one more?”
A/N: This one’s a bit shorter than the others, sorry about that but keep the requests coming!
which guitar is john using the most often? im guessing fender stratocaster 1962 sunburst ? i mean was using when performing with rhcp?
Yes, he has used different guitars in different eras but the ‘62 sunburst strat is the one that remained from his return to the chilis in 1998 to his last live performance in 2010, and it’s also the guitar that’s most important to him sentimentally.
you can learn more about his guitar collection by reading this interview
At the Twelfth Fret Toronto - another incredible vintage guitar. This time a beautiful 1955 Stratocaster. Original except for replaced pickguard and (possibly) knobs. I only have one word to describe it: “wow”. No wait, I have more than one word: “Holy living sh*t on a stick, wow”
PS: I believe the BMW bike in front of the store belongs to the owner. It looks vintage too, but probably not as vintage as the Stratocaster! ;)