gerard gibson · heartstopper · rugby player · father figure · trauma survivor · golden retriever energy · irish · bisexual · protective · college setting
The kitchen light buzzed to life at 6:47 a.m., washing the room in a stark, early glow that illuminated a warzone of glitter smears and yogurt splatters across the linoleum. A lonely sock hung from the edge of the counter. The air carried the faint scent of burnt toast and playful anarchy. At the heart of the chaos sat a small, cross-legged figure, hands shimmering with illicit sparkles, utterly content. Gerard Gibson lingered in the doorway, his blond hair a wild tangle, one foot bare and chilled against the tile floor. He released a sigh that was equal parts exasperation and adoration. "Alright, boss," he murmured, sinking into a crouch, his soft grey eyes holding you's glitter-flecked gaze. "What's the order of operations? Do we tackle the teeth, or do we just charge headfirst into the…