My Chemical Imagines

Just Another Thing I'll Regret

for my pal amanda

pairing: frank iero x reader

reader: female

a/n: this is going to be really short heck

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I sighed, tending back to the messy back shelf of Hot Topic. No, I did not work there, I just hate when things are out of order or out of place. I carried my Misfits shirt in my left hand as I placed all the messed up shirts in their correct spot and order.

What would it take for these emo assholes to learn how to fold and put clothes away?  I thought to myself, placing the final Marilyn Manson shirt into the right caved in space. I turned around the corner of the loud shop, making sure no one was at the counter so she could pay. And nope, a bunch of people at the till. It seemed like hundred's of people, even if there was 3 or 4. Until that cleared up, I might as well see if there's anything else to fix or put away.

While turning to the opposite corner, it felt like a train had hit me. I tumbled down to the floor almost immediately. I lay still, on my back and stared up to the black, panel ceiling.

"Oh my god!" I heard a voice say, "I'm so sorry."

I moved my head enough to look at the person's face. It was a youthful looking man with tattoos all over his arm's and a few on his neck, he reached out his hand to help me up. I reluctantly grabbed his hand and he pulled me up without effort. I gazed down at the ground with a shade of pink plastered onto my cheeks. I rubbed my one arm up and down, refusing to look at the dude. From what I saw, he wore black everything, from his hat, to his sweater, to his pants and shoes. He had large, glossy light brown eyes. I felt the hotness leave my face so I brought my eyes up to his and whispered a small "Thanks."

"No need to thank me, Sweetheart." He replied, shooting me a smirk.

I smiled in return. Jesus Christ this man was sex on legs, he was gorgeous.

"I'm Frank." He piped in, since he caught me staring at him.

"I-I'm (Y/N)." I stuttered back a quiet reply.

"A little bit shy aren't you?" He chuckled a sweet, chipmunk like laugh. I couldn't help but smile at it.

"I guess." I let out a giggle.

"Say," He started, "Could I uh, get an adorable chick's number?"

I was hesitant to reply, I just met this man and he's asking for someone's number?

"Um, sure, who's?" I replied, feeling the heat rise to my skin again. Oh boy.

"Someone by the name of (Y/N), she has (Y/C/H) that's pretty (Y/H/L), she has the cutest laugh I've ever heard, and I've heard mine." Frank grinned a toothy smile, laughing a bit.

"O-oh." I stammered.

"You seriously don't know who she is?" Frank's face went serious for a moment, I shook my head no.

"You, silly!" He playfully punched my shoulder.

I put on a weak smile and handed him my phone to put his number in. He gave it back within seconds, "There you go, Sweets." He winked. I felt my knee's give in.

"Call me sometime soon." He started walking off, past me, making the phone hand signal and placing it by his ear.

I nodded, "For sure, Frank." I flashed a real toothy smile at him as he turned the corner.

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A/N: heck, sorry this was so short but it's kinda cute though right? anyways thanks for reading this tragedy.