Punk gerard with a preppy gf?
She’s Cheer Captain and I’m Questioning My Gender (High school! Gerard Way x reader)
Summary: Gerard’s cheerleader girlfriend spent the weekend at his place, and she made sure to bring everything she’d need for school on Monday. Some of the stuff in her bag makes some interesting thoughts pop up...
Word count: 981
Warnings: none
A/N: ok I won’t lie, this was heavily inspired by all the cheerard photos that came out of the Nashville show. Fight me. (Also this was the first thing that came to mind when I read ‘preppy’, so I’m sorry if that isn’t quite the vibe you were going for... I think it’s more of a USA thing than a UK thing lmao)
“Babe. Babe. Hey, your alarm went off fifteen minutes ago, I don’t want you to be late. (Y/n). Babe. Are you dead? Come on.”
Groaning, (y/n) buried her head into the faded band shirt that Gerard had worn instead of pyjamas. “But I’m so cozy here.”
He giggled. “Yeah I know, but you kinda have to move. Don’t you have practice before school today?”
Finally, she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “I bet it’s gonna be freezing outside, and I’m tired. I don’t wanna go.”
“It’s your own fault for signing up for it then.”
She dragged herself out of his bed and tossed a pillow at his face, smirking as it hit the top of his head before reaching the wall, making a soft crinkling sound as it ruffled the collage of posters he had curated there. “No, it’s your fault for making me watch you and Mikey screw about with guitars until one thirty in the morning.”
He pulled what could only be described as a puppy-dog face, last night’s eyeliner smudging into deep raccoon circles against his pale cheeks. “I thought you liked dating a rockstar.”
She shot a look over her shoulder as she tied her hair back. “I thought rockstars were meant to be cool.”
Gasping in mock offence, Gerard got to his feet, ignoring the cold that clung to his bare legs, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Hey, that’s rude!”
“But true.” She giggled, leaning back to kiss the tip of his nose. “Can you check my cheer bag while I get changed? I can’t remember if I picked my shoes up or not.”
He nodded, and she ducked out of his room and headed for the bathroom, careful to tread quietly so she didn’t disturb the rest of his family. The sun was just rising, it’s soft golden light making her reflection glow as she washed her face and put on a little makeup. It was nothing special - just some concealer under her eyes and a touch of lip gloss - but she knew that Gerard would rain her with compliments nonetheless. He always said that he loved everything about her, from each strand of her hair to the chipped varnish on her toenails. (Y/n) tucked her blouse into her skirt and threw one of Gerard’s plainer zip up hoodies on before heading back down to his bedroom.
But when she returned, she found him sitting on the edge of his bed, her cheer dress spread across his lap and a slight frown on his face.
“Hey, you okay in there? Earth to Gerard.”
He jumped slightly, like he hadn’t even noticed her come in. “Yeah, I-I’m fine. Just...” He trailed off, and she sat down next to him, smiling reassuringly. They’d had a few conversations before about his feelings around clothes and gender, and how stupid it was that pieces of fabric being shaped a certain way somehow meant that only a certain type of person could wear them. But while he’d felt pretty comfortable with wearing a little makeup every now and then - very much inspired by the fact that half the people in his favourite punk bands and everyone in the crowds took great care in dolling themselves up for gigs - crossing the line into exploring ‘women’s clothing’ had been a step too far, for now. So even though he hadn’t said anything, she knew where his mind had wandered to.
“I don’t know if it would fit you - it’d probably be short enough to get you written up for indecent exposure.”
That made him laugh, and he nuzzled against her shoulder. “It’s pretty short on you, so you’re probably right. Not that I’m complaining about that.”
She punched him playfully in the arm. “Perv. I think the green would look pretty cute on you though.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It would really make your eyes pop.”
Gerard shifted a little, toying with the edge of the skirt. “The material feels so... swishy. Like, it would make me wanna dance if I was wearing it.”
(Y/n) shrugged. “Maybe that’s why they use it. I just wish the top part wasn’t white, it’s a pain in the ass to clean. And Alice and Chloe keep screwing up our stunts and dropping me, so it’s always covered in dirt.”
“Nah, I like the white. It’s cute. I don’t think any other colour would look quite so good. Although,” and he paused to kiss her on the cheek. “Maybe it’s just so cute when you’re the one wearing it.”
She rolled her eyes and kissed him back before holding a hand out for the dress. “You’re so dumb. Were my shoes in the bag?”
“Oh, yeah. Right at the bottom.”
“Thanks. I’d better get going soon.” And she stuffed the silky dress back into her bag - but not before catching the look in her boyfriend’s eyes. The look of reluctance, tinged with wonder. She looked up at him as she zipped everything up. “Hey, you know what would definitely make you cool? Maybe you can wear something like this at a show one day.”
“Yeah... maybe.” His tone made it clear that he wasn’t remotely convinced, but at least his frown had disappeared. As they got into the car and he turned the radio up, singing along to the Bowie song that was playing, the last of his tension seemed to melt away, and (y/n) grinned.
“You know, Bowie didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. He dressed however he wanted, and people still adored him for it.”
Gerard snorted. “Yeah, but I’m not David Bowie.”
She pulled a face, pretending to think carefully about something, before reaching over and patting his knee. “Maybe not, but I think you’re cooler.”
The smile she was met with in response was brighter than the sun could ever be.
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I will never not push my Luffy likes "feminine" things or is genderfluid agenda.
Like, I feel like he would maybe not understand the concept of clothes and items being inherently feminine or masculine. Or maybe he just wouldn't care and would just wear stuff that he likes and feels comfortable in (As he absolutely should).
Makino, Shanks, and his crew were very supportive/didn't care if Luffy sometimes wore dresses or "girly things". Garp was never around enough to catch on and possibly try to say no.
Dadan hardly saw Luffy since he was always just out in the jungle. Ace and Sabo thought it was weird at first and kind of tried to explain, but gave up/accepted it when Luffy just did not get it/did not care.
He went on through his life just wearing what he liked and not giving a shit what anyone thought. It wasn't until he was a little older that he got negative feedback. After that, maybe he was a little more subdued about his interest in more "feminine" clothes and accessories.
I just think it would be sweet if he slowly got more and more comfortable around the crew and just kind of showed his true colors for them.
Like maybe Nami or Usopp was the first to know.
Like one day when they were in this little town on some island Nami finds Luffy outside some little boutique clothing store or something, looking in one of the windows longingly at this pretty blue skirt with sunflowers.
He's just standing there looking at it and kind of clenching his hands on his shorts. Then it kind of clicks for Nami. She comes up and asks if he likes the skirt. He kind of hesitantly says yes, then she says she'll buy it for him, but he owes her of course.
When she hands him the little bag with the skirt and a pretty pair of fish earrings she tossed in too he looks at her like she filled the sea and hung the stars. She soon starts having little dress up days with him and generally just bonding a little more.
If she sometimes treats him like a doll and spoils him with pretty things, no one needs to know.
With Usopp I feel like they would be walking together in a market in some town just talking and having a good time, when Luffy would get kind of quiet before trailing over to some vendor selling sundresses or something. He would look at this cute little yellow sundress with red fish on it then ask the vendor how much.
The vendor would smile, say the price, and ask if it's for his girlfriend. Luffy would kind of cringe (which Usopp absolutely catches) and kind of sweat his way through a very butchered answer of no.
The vendor might look at his with a kind of confused face before leaning in and asking if it's for Luffy. I feel like he would nod and then the vendor would either be chill with it, or react negatively. If they were chill, he would get the dress and Usopp would kind of breeze over it and store that for later. Or compliment his dress choice before launching into some grand story vaguely related to the topic of dresses.
If the vendor reacted negatively, then I think Usopp would step in and try to diffuse the situation or stick up for Luffy or something.
Anyway, I don't know why, but I would want those two to be the first to know. The rest can find our later. So yeah, tell me what you think
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