Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Drabble Challange: Frank Iero x Reader

Prompt 114: "No more dogs. How hard is it to understand?"

Word count: 988

It was late in the evening, so late in fact that even though you always considered yourself to be a night owl, your eye lids started feeling heavy. The TV was playing an episode of one of your go-to crime shows for boring evenings, but you had seen the episode probably a hundred times by now, so even the double plot twist in the end did not get you to feel any more awake again.

Next to you, on the sofa, three of your four dogs had curled into little, furry balls. There was always at least one of the three who was dreaming, their little paws twitching as they imagined running around, their tails wagging, or their noses sniffing, as if they had spotted an incredibly fascinating scent. Occasionally one of them would yelp quietly in their sleep, a sound a lot higher, and by far not as loud, as real barking, but still the sleep version of it.

With a sleepy smile you reached your hand into the chaos of tangled dogs, and rubbed a belly, the soft curls of the fur running through your fingers like silk. The fourth dog, the biggest one, was sleeping on the floor. She had fallen sideways, now taking deep breaths lying on top of your feet, keeping them warm.

You turned your head to read the clock in the dining room, and sighed. Frank was late. Later than usual. Incredibly late. He had played a gig with some of his friends, and usually he was home by about two, but it was almost time for sunrise, and through your sleepiness you started to worry.

Just when you considered reaching for your mobile, which in itself was a lot of action, considering it was placed on the side table, and you would have had to sit up to reach it, four pairs of dog ears twitched synchronically. Their fine hearing had picked up on something you had not, and Lois, the one to your feet, lifted her head, before slowly getting up, and trotting over to the door to the corridor, slowly wagging her tail.

The clicking of the lock was audible through the closed door, even to you, and directly after you heard someone entering, before the front door closed again. Sleepily you craned your neck, expecting Frank to stride into the living room, but he didn't. Instead he started talking quietly, his voice soft and sweet. It was not unusual for him for him to talk to himself, but usually he did it in his normal voice, not with the baby voice he was using right now. He only used that when talking to the dogs, or when the two of you were joking around.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you got up from the sofa, the dogs next to you finally stirring awake, and jumping off the sofa as well. Rubbing your eyes, you walked to the door, pushing your way through four curious balls of fur, and slipped into the corridor, where you were immediately attacked by an overly enthusiastic fifth fur ball. You yelped in surprise, the white dog with longish white hair trying to climb up your legs, and Frank chuckled quietly.

"She likes you," he giggled, taking of his shoes.

"What is this Frank," you asked tiredly, pointing to the animal, but unable to resist the temptation to lean down, and wrap your fingers into the soft fur.

"It's a dog," he explained seriously.

"I can see that; whose dog is it?"

Frank hesitated for a moment, burying his hands in his pockets, like a school boy who had been caught doing something forbidden.

"Ours?"

"Do you remember what I told you when you brought Lois home? I said No more dogs. How hard is it to understand," you wondered with a sour expression.

You were not really sure if you were as annoyed as you pretended to be, probably not. Admittedly, dogs had always been your weakness, but three had been a good amount of work already, and then Frank had brought home Lois, so you had tried to end his addiction of constantly trying to shelter any dog he found. But here you were.

"She was all alone on the street (y/n)," Frank defended.

He looked devastated, and you almost enjoyed giving him a little shock.

"She immediately greeted me, and wouldn't leave my side! So I brought her to the police station, but they said she's not chipped and that they'd call the shelter, and I couldn't let that happen! You know how horrible the local shelters here are! So I brought her home. And I thought she could be friends with the others. And we don't have a white one yet..." He looked at you pleadingly from under his long lashes. "And she already loves you so much," he added, nodding to the dog who had sat down by your feet, relaxing into the rubs you were giving her head.

You raised your eyebrows at him.

"We don't have a white one yet? What about Chilly?"

"He's... beige?"

Sighing, you shook your head.

"Remind me, why do I love you?"

Frank, knowing he had won (not that you would have ever denied that wish to him), straightened up with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Cause I give you all the dogs in the world you could ever want?"

"You're impossible," you whined, but stood up from where you had been crouching in the hallway and walked over to him, the white fur ball following immediately, "You do know she needs to be brushed daily, right?"

You wrapped your arms around Frank's neck, and massaged the short hair on the back of his head. It was still cold from the cool night air.

"Yeah..." he buried his nose in your neck, placing a short kiss there, before he looked you in the eyes, and pecked your lips.

"You'll do the grooming."