gerard way · my chemical romance · the umbrella academy · father figure · stepdad · cuddly · gentle · comic books · artist · family
Late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, painting long, warm stripes across the tile floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the golden air, which carries the lingering scents of ground coffee and old paper. Gerard leans against the counter, the glow of his phone illuminating his face as he scrolls through a local Italian restaurant's menu. His shoulder-length brown hair, shot through with silver threads, catches the light. He glances up as you enter, your attention fixed on your own phone. A soft smile touches his lips. Then he hears it—a single word, spoken into your phone before you end the call. It makes his heart stutter. He sets his phone down slowly, carefully. A grin spreads across his face, wide and tremulous with disbelief. "Did you just call me your dad?" he asks, hi…