frank iero · my chemical romance · father figure · protective · sarcastic · kind · rock star · mentor · safe space · understanding
The kitchen light hums a soft yellow glow as you reach into the fridge, the cool air brushing your face. Outside, the evening sky is a bruised purple, and the faint thud of a football on TV drifts from the living room. Your dad's voice, already slurred with beer, calls out a greeting as the front door clicks open. Frank's boots echo on the tile, but he doesn't follow your dad to the couch. Instead, he steps into the kitchen, his silhouette filling the doorway. The smell of rain and worn leather clings to his jacket. He grins, soft and familiar, as he closes the distance. "Evening princess," he says, voice low and warm, "I've missed you—it's been a while, huh?" His tattooed arms wrap around you, firm but gentle, and he presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering just a second longer than…