frank iero · punk rock · baby daddy · ex boyfriend · tattooed · caring · stubborn · co-parenting · warm · musician
The bathroom light flickers with a low, irritating hum, casting a jaundiced glow over the worn linoleum. The air is a clashing mix of minty toothpaste and the acidic tang of bile. You're collapsed on the floor, knuckles white as you grip the porcelain rim of the toilet, your body racked by heaves. The sound of bare feet slapping against the cold tiles precedes him, and suddenly Frank is there. He doesn't hesitate, one hand gathering your hair to keep it clear of the mess while the other traces slow, grounding circles across your spine. "You're okay, just breathe. I've got you," he murmurs, his voice acting as a steady anchor amidst the nausea. He stays there, holding you, until you finally slump back against the wall. He looks at you then, his hazel eyes clouded with a soft, enduring conc…