bathroom stalls and cigarettes {frank iero x reader}

Alt Story Line Chapter 1

I've been working at my local coffee shop for the past 6 months now. Ever since I graduated highschool, I had been looking for small jobs and this had been the perfect one. My manager was kind to me, and they helped me out in any way they could. To be honest, my life was doing great. Drama free and relaxing... or so I thought.

Ding ding! The server bell rang through the small coffee shop. I hurried to the front as I was the only one on shift that morning. A middle aged man stood smoking in front of me. "Sir- you can't smoke in here-"
I stopped dead in my tracks. There, right in front of me, was my old World History teacher, Frank Iero. He looked relatively the same, though he had finally gotten a haircut, and I actually got to see what his everyday clothes were. He was wearing semi-skinny jeans and a Black Flag t-shirt. His tattooed hands held the cigarette as he looked directly at me. I could barely even speak. A knot in my stomach began to form... was I nervous? I tried to keep my cool. "Um- what can I get for you, sir?" I pretended like I didn't know him. But how could I forget those perfect hazel eyes. The memories began to flood back into my mind. The moments we shared together were still precious to me, even though he left in the end.
Frank saw past my lies, "Hey y/n, long time no see."
"Right." I said bluntly. I hated to be so straightforward with him, but I couldn't allow myself to get attached like I did in highschool.
"How's life been treating you, darling?" Darling? Who did this guy think he was?
"I think you seemed to forget everything you did to me, Frank." I replied sternly.
"Did to you? Y/n I didn't do anything to you. It was just... bad circumstances." Wrong choice of words. I scowled at him and started playing with the sticky notes behind the desk.
"Fuck- that came out wrong... can we talk about this? Drink some coffee and just... sort things out?"
"Don't you have a wife to be getting back to?"
"She's at home, besides, she doesn't own me."
"And what? You own me?" I said with a sarcastic laugh.
"I would like to." Frank put out the cigarette by pinching it in between his fingers and flicked it over into the trash bin, letting it fall perfectly inside. I thought about my choices. Either way, I could get what I wanted. Ignore him and make him feel terrible about his actions, or hear him out. I decided I'd give him a second chance.
"What do you want, Frank."
"Small coffee, black." I rang up his order and made it quickly for him. Instead of directly handing it to him, I sat down at a nearby table and placed it in front of the empty seat. "Go 'head. Talk." No one should be coming in to order anytime soon, not many people wanted coffee on a Wednesday morning apparently.

I have grown up a lot since highschool. I was more mature. Less needy and more... adult. Still, I couldn't help but want Frank to hold me tightly, like I was the only one in the world that he wanted. Old habits, I guess.

Frank sat down in front of me and held onto his warm coffee cup with both hands. I remembered those hands well. They held onto my hands, my cheek, my hips. I loved the feeling of Frank's hands roaming my body. Fuck. I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. This was in the past, I needed to focus on the present.

"Why don't you ever text me anymore, love?" Frank asked.
"Don't try and guilt trip me, Frank. Make yourself look better or leave." He took a moment to think about his choice of words, sipping his coffee in deep concentration.
"I missed you every single day I was gone, y/n. I know it sounds cheesy- but I really really did. I... I loved you. I do love you. Moving to LA might have been the worst choice in my entire fucking life. But... I'm back now and I wanted to make things up with you."
God he was so good at making me feel terrible. I couldn't tell if he was actually being sincere or if he was just trying to get on my good side. I was going to talk, but he wasn't done with his little speech, "Remember how we had our little... thing? I always wanted to take you on a wonderful date, y/n, but it was just too risky for my job. You've graduated now, right?"
"Yup. All done with school." I replied.
"Good good. Y/n... would you... go on a date with me?" My breath hitched in my throat. What could I even say? I gazed into his eyes and went to reach for his hand, grabbing it and holding it tightly. I felt... sad? But also excited for all of the possibilities of the future.
"Fuck it. Why not? I'll go on a date with you."
"Wait- really?" Frank asked, a burst of excitement filling his smile.
"Yes- did you expect me to say no?"
"Well... kinda yeah. I didn't think you'd ever want to see me again after highschool."
"We'll you'd be damn right about that, you asshole. But I'm open for new beginnings."
Frank smiled and held my hand tighter.
"So where are we going first?" I asked.
"The cemetery." He said.