Stuck with Iero | Frank Iero x Reader |

Day 6: A calm walk.

I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, waiting 'patiently' for the coffee to be ready.

Ding!

Oh, the coffee. I nearly fall off the stool as I head for the coffee. I open up the fridge, grabbing coffee creamer and quickly close the door, heading off towards the bag of sugar. I grab the bag of sugar and pour in a decent amount into the pot of coffee, then grabbing the creamer and pouring that in. I sip the coffee straight from the pot and I hear the sound of Frank's rings on his fingers. Yes, for some odd reason I just know what that sounds like know.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He smiles, holding back laughter. I look over to him, he's leaning in the doorway of the hallway that connects to the bigger room with the living room and all that jazz.

"Drinking coffee, what else does it look like?" I ask, turning back to drinking the coffee.

"Looks like someone just needs more energy." I flip him off, knowing his referencing to how short I am. Just because I'm short doesn't mean I have natural energy. "Fiesty today, aren't we?" I look over to him and he has a smirk plastered on his face. 

"Fuck off." I mumble, barely pulling my mouth away from the coffee pot. I focus back on drinking but get completely distracted once I notice a tattooed hand pulls it away from me and I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't use that language with me, missy." His smirk grows against my ear and I squeak. I push him away from me gently and he gives me one of his playful laughs. "How about we go on a walk? We're allowed to leave the house now, just only to go on walks or some shit." I nod, making grabby hands at the air for the pot of coffee.

"Gimme that and once I'm finished, I'll get ready. Deal?" I smile innocently.

"Fine, at least the walk will take off the energy." He roll his eyes playfully and hands it back to me. I, of course, go back to chugging it. "Just hurry up, and don't choke yourself." He shouts as he walks back to his room. 

"No promises!" I pull away from the pot and It's almost like I could see him rolling his eyes.

                        - 5 minutes later -

Five minutes have passed and I've finally finished the coffee. I run over to my room and throw on one of Frank's black shirts that has a few small rips, such as around 3 on the sides and one under the collar bone, along with another on the left shoulder. I pull on some black jean shorts as well, but you can't really see them much due to Frank's shirt. It wasn't too big on me, but it covered the majority of the shorts. I put on his fingerless skeleton gloves and I smirk, heading off into the bathroom and pulling out a eye shadow pallete. I dip a brush into the red shade that Frank uses and put it on my eyelid and slightly under it. The reason I wasn't using my finger is I didn't want red all over the place. That craps a struggle to get out of clothing, and basically anything. I put on a slight bit of eyeliner, finishing it off with some fake eyelashes and black nail polish.

"Heyyyy Frankkk, can you come here?" I ask, sitting on the counter in the bathroom, swinging my legs around in bordem.

"Mhm, what is it?" He asks from the bedroom door.

"Just come in here," I reply and I hear the door open. "I'm in the bathroom." He opens the bathroom and raises an eyebrow, clearly interested. I jump down from the counter.

"I'm you now, bitch." I look up to him.

"Is this you saying I'm really short?" He says through a fit of laughs. "Oh my God, Y/n. You're fucking adorable." He pinches my cheek and I stick out my tongue at him. "But, you're missing two things. Piercings and tattoos." He clicks his tongue at the end of the sentence.