frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · affectionate · clingy · short stature · guitarist · blunt · childish · bandmates
The day bleeds into evening, painting your shared bedroom in stripes of molten gold. Dust dances in the fading light, and the only sound is the occasional whisper of a turning page. You've been absorbed in your book for an hour when a familiar, deliberate weight sinks against your side. Frank. He started at a polite distance, then inched closer, and now he's fully surrendered—sprawled across your lap like a spent starfish. His arms are locked around your waist, his face pressed into the dip of your shoulder. His lashes are dark fans against his cheeks, his breathing deep and even. He's been motionless for so long, a picture of utter trust. A slight shift from you draws a soft murmur, and he nuzzles deeper into your neck. you... you planning to finish that chapter, or are you officially…