"Fraaaaannnkiiiieee," you whined from the couch. He poked his head in and you made grabby hands in his direction, pouting as he didn't come closer. "I want you to carry me to the food." He laughed and walked in, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the kitchen where he was preparing breakfast. Carefully sitting you down, he gently pushed your legs apart and leaned his hips against the counter between your legs, leaning up to peck your lips repeatedly. You giggled and pushed his face away after a minute, scolding him about not paying attention to the food.
He quietly made his way around the kitchen as he cooked, his morning hair making him look like a cute little hobbit as he fried bacon and tried pushing it back in a futile attempt to make himself look acceptable to normal people, but the cute was too much.
"Stop being cute you butt." You pouted and he didn't even react, continuing with the frying.
"Says you, the cutest thing in existence." You rolled your eyes and he grinned, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you around. "I like you better in my arms so don't fight it."
You grinned and nuzzled his neck, then looked at the bacon and back at him. You kissed his nose repeatedly to try and distract him, his face lighting up happily as he tried maneuvering around you. He managed to get the finished bacon on a plate and started to make eggs, your forehead resting on his and gaze making him momentarily lose himself, then shake his head and peek around you at the eggs. "Stop distracting me, sweetheart," he grumbled, a giggle bubbling out of your mouth.
He ultimately won and served breakfast with you still on his chest like a koala, smiling the whole time. You congratulated him on a job well done and both ate your breakfast at a regular pace, Frank occasionally throwing burnt pieces of bacon at you and laughing when you scrunched up your nose.
After a while, he got up and picked up both of your plates, kissing you on top of the head as he walked to the sink, putting the plates in there for, in the near forseeable future, washing in the dishwasher.
"You stink," he mumbled teasingly, making you whine in protest.
"You're an asshole, Frank Iero," you pouted playfully. Crossing your arms, you sunk down in your chair and started to (rather convincingly) fake cry. He sighed before walking over to you and picking you up out of the chair, kissing your pout.
"Frank is very sorry if he hurt your feelings," he murmured, nuzzling your neck as he sat your feet on the ground. "And he apologizes."
"Apology accepted, Hobbit," you teased, kissing behind his ear.
He laughed and picked you up, carrying you to the couch and leaving for a moment to go get a movie you guys could watch. As you waited, you looked at the crumpled strip of pictures on the coffee table from when you went into a photobooth together, and smiled. "What a fucking boyfriend I have," you murmured to yourself.
"Y/N!" Frank yelled from your room. "Do you wanna watch Little House on the Prairie?"
"Yeah!" you agreed, feeling the Little House vibes today. It was that type of day. He came back in and put it in before joining you on the couch, laying down and spooning you after he lifted you up to lay between you and the couch. He played with your shirt, hair (not failing to braid it), and hands, occassionally whispering quiet 'I love you's to you and kissing behind your ear when he got a response. After a while, he seemed particularly interested in your hands. "Having fun?" you questioned, grinning as he looked up at you.
"I was just admiring your fingers, they're so pretty." You found that a little odd, but flattering nonetheless, and brought his hand up to your mouth to kiss his knuckles. "But I was wondering - are you thinking the same as me? Do you think your pretty little finger right here-" he took ahold of your left hand's ring finger and you felt your stomach bottom out "would look prettier with a ring on it? In fact," he murmured, still holding the finger with one hand while he retrieved a velvet box from his pocket. "This ring looks like it would be pretty on your finger." He slid it onto your ring finger as you watched in shock and disbelief. "Don't you think, Y/N?"
Your mouth opened and closed as you fought to find the right words to say, but your mind betrayed you and you uttered out a happy, "Y-Yes!"
"So, does that mean you'll marry me, Y/N?" he confirmed as you turned around to face him, then looked from the ring to him.
"Oh my god, yes, for the love of God, Frank-" you quickly said, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly and smiling uncontrollably as your heart nearly stopped. His arms hugged your waist tightly and he kept his lips pressed against your forehead as you let the moment settle, his fingertips rubbing your back gently. "I can't believe this is happening, Frank. That was a reference from Little House, wasn't it!?"
Frank smiled against your forehead (which was the only confirmation you needed) and tilted your chin up so he could kiss you gently, one arm still protectively around your waist. "I am so glad you said yes because I was really banking on you saying yes so it wasn't for nothing," he admitted into the kiss, making you laugh and smile widely before kissing him with more love than you ever had. And the kisses only got better from there.
