Trust Issues | Frank Iero x Reader

17-≿Finally≾ (Y/n)

Calmness. It's honestly good to finally feel this again. Things are finally stable after everything Taylor did so everything's are able to go on perfectly again. The hangover from the chain of events plus final shock is once for all over and everyone - who knew about what was happening - is noticeably calmer, apart from the occasional fear since things between Germany and Poland aren't in their best conditions.

A faint continuous sound of the radio in one of the room's corners make the atmosphere cozier, along with the incoherent conversations of the people sitting in the tables or further by the counter. Along with it, there's the eventual sound of the glasses against tables or against each other that sometimes are muffled by a car passing by.

"Qual è your opinion, hm, (l/n)?" Wentz asks me after Grohl finished talking about his perspective on the countries' tension. Both of them lean forward on their seats a bit to look at me properly, with drinks in hands just like me.

"I'm just afraid another war, but these idiots will clearly end up doing shit again..." I shakily exhale as bringing the glass to my lips, sipping on the alcoholic drink, letting my free arm rest against the counter as I lean back against it. My eyebrows furrow of the thought of all the panic people talk so much about happening once again - the guys seem to think the same, taking a moment until replying with some agreeing mutters.

"Okay, okay, done with the deprimente subject!" Kimberly says as approaching us, leaning forward on the counter, between Wentz and I. Her cheerful voice immediately changes the whole mood, turning the atmosphere lighter. "E tu, (l/n)? How are things going with Iero?" Unexpectedly, her voice gains a sly tone and I almost choke on my spit, turning to look at her teasing face. A fit of giggles come from the other two males.

"Bene," I start, adjusting myself on the seat. "it's going... well. The way things are supposed to be." A smile parts my lips lightly as I tell her, feeling a bit flustered about the subject, but not able to deny I like the attention. "I think I'm ready for a next move and all. Things are finally easier."

A suggestive hum comes from Grohl as him and Wentz wriggle their eyebrows at me - they chuckle when I just slyly grin in response. My answer also snatches a giggle from Kimberly. "So you really like him, hm?"

I laugh lightly, turning on my seat to place the drink over the counter and face her properly. "Intendo, he's fucking charming," My hands move around as I speak, matching my voice's tone and rhythm. "handsome, hot, knows how to respect people, likes books, smart even though sometimes dumb as fuck," I momentarily tilt my head, with a thoughtful look - that makes them chuckle - then turn back to her. "and not to mention he's the fucking leader of the greater national gang and extremely rich. Do you really think I'll lose the opportunity?" Her eyebrows raise, Kimberly slowly nods in agreement. "I just needed things to get calmer first because it'd just disturb us during it all." I press my lips together in a happy smile.

"Sounds like a sogno!" Kimberly smiles, supporting her cheek on the palm of her hand. "A man like this... You're so lucky! Really, don't let the opportunity escape. You deserve happiness, even more by his side." Her comment makes me aw, thanking her.

"I guess that with recommendation you would get a great job at the mansion, Kim." Wentz tells her - it's something we briefly commented some days ago and sounds like a great idea. "You'd live there and Maria does need some help in the kitchen..." He raises her eyebrows at her, already predicting her answer.

"You're serious?" A wide grin immediately shows up across her features. She laughs excitedly when Wentz and I nod in agreement. "Thank you so much!"

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"Che bella vita, heh?" Frank asks, playfully angry, without raising his eyes from the papers he frantically sign. "Drinking in a bar with friends while I sent you to hand Grohl some papers." His reprehending voice is matched by his narrowed eyes, who watch me intently as I close his office's door behind me.