Stuck with Iero | Frank Iero x Reader |

Day 2: Food

My eyes fluttered open to see Frank wrapped around me. I knew I'd take me time to escape his tight grip. Although Frank acted all punk and rude, he was a total softie, and he really enjoys hugs.

"Five more minutes..mom." Frank mumbles as he lays down, still holding me. His grip around me loosens so I take this as an opportunity to escape. I rip his hand away from me and fling myself out of his grip and onto the floor. A puff of air escapes my lips as I land. That was faster than expected. I put a pillow in Frank's arms so he has something to cuddle, then my arm outstretched for a pillow. I picked up the pillow then walked to the end of the couch that Frank's head was at.

"Frankie, wakey wakey!" I said as I hit him with the pillow. He let out a scream and caught the pillow before it could whack him again. He took the pillow from me and I frowned down at him. He lazily lifts his eyebrow at me as if he was asking me 'what?' but without his words. I pressed my lips together as I sat on the floor next to the couch. "Frank, I'm hungry."  I look up to him and he looks down at me. Frank has always had really beautiful hazel eyes. They're really nice to get lost in.

"Make food then." He says with a smirk at the end then rolls over. I hop up on the couch, sitting on his legs.

"But- Frankkkk, you make better tasting food then me." I whined and stuck my lower lip out.

"Fine - only cause I'm nice." I hopped off of him and clapped, I pointed to the kitchen before playfully demanding him to cook;

"Go on, Iero. Make some food for us!" 

"Chill out, L/n. That's what I'm doing. Hold your horses," He paused for about 10 seconds before speaking up and looking up at me, "Are you holding them?" He asks with a raised eyebrow and a friendly smile. I nod and return the smile.

Frank opens the fridge and pulls out some eggs, some cubed ham, bell peppers, onions, and lastly, cheese. I watched what he was doing with a confused look as he reached down to a cabinet that held the pots, pans, and glass trays. Frank pulled out a medium sized frying pan and a smaller one. He cut up a small piece of butter and plopped it onto the smaller pan. He used cooking spray for the bigger one.

"Frankie, what're you making?" I ask, tilting my head. He pulls out a cutting board and knife before facing me.

"Omelets." He says with a smile. Omelets we're an amazing breakfast, so I was excited for that. Frank started chopping up the bell peppers and onions, tossing them into the smaller pan for them to sauté.

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Frank finally finished the food. May I add that it smells amazing. He also had a plate with toast stacked on it if we wanted some. He quickly dashed some pepper and salt on the omelets. He made his way over to the cabinet with the cups.

"What to drink, Y/n?" He asks with a smirk. He definitely knew he impressed me with his cooking.

"Do you have orange juice?" He replies with a nod and spins on over to the fridge, he pulled out the orange juice and poured it in both of our glasses. He then spun back over to fridge to put it back. "You don't have to be a show-off." I said with a smirk and sat down at the table. I heard the fridge door close and he took his seat next to me. I took a bite of the omelet and through a stuffed mouth, I managed to get out;

"This is so good." But it came through muffled. Frank let out a laugh.

"That's disgusting, Y/n. Eating with your mouth open." He teased and  gave me a fake disgusted face. I swallowed.

"You're such a tease." I rolled my eyes and punched him slightly in the shoulder. 

"Isn't that what friends are for?" He questions with a smile and half open-eyes.