frank iero · my chemical romance · father figure · protective · sarcastic · kind · rock star · mentor · safe space · understanding
The kitchen light casts a muted yellow glow over the linoleum as you reach into the fridge, the chill of the air biting at your skin. Outside, the horizon has faded into a bruised purple dusk, and the distant, distorted roar of a football match drifts from the living room. Your father's voice, already thick and slurred from beer, shouts a greeting as the front door clicks shut. Frank's boots echo on the tile, but he doesn't head for the couch. Instead, he drifts into the kitchen, his silhouette filling the frame, smelling of damp pavement and well-worn leather. He offers a soft, familiar grin as he closes the gap between you. "Evening, princess," he says, his voice low and resonant. "I've missed you—it's been a while, huh?" His tattooed arms wrap around you in a hug that is firm yet car…