No homo but I now want to write about patrick getting pegged by fem!gerard
DO IT!!! I WANT THIS!!! PRETTY GIRL GEE!!!
I started a fic where this was supposed to happen, realized that there was no logical reason a strap would be lying around, and proceeded to give up. I might finish it later with Patrick just eating her out and her riding him on Pete's bed as a form of revenge against him.
I need to start writing my 50's fem!Geetrick AU. The whole thing revolves around Gee being the rebellious kid and Patricia being the teacher's pet. The two meet after they get detention for being late to school for totally opposite reasons, and Gee decides to corrupt Patricia and teach her how to loosen up and have fun. And Patricia makes Gee question her sexuality.
I have a lot of feelings about lindsey x fem!gee, is that a rarepair
Lindsey x fem!Gee is amazing! I love it too! I can just see them being cute and dorky together! Addjkfsjkyhwjkdfkk
LynGee isn't technically a rarepair, but it isn't a common/popular ship either. It's kinda in the same boat as Petekey, Joncer, Trohley, Petegan, Frikey, etc.
Prompt: Requested by Anonymous. “hi, you could write a Fem!Gee? (Where it is a girl) and the reader and Gee are best friends and reader means you're in love, but it's hard for her and Gee takes front of everything. Something really beautiful, please. Thanks!”
Warnings: Unrequited/pre-relationship
Word Count: 483
Pairing: Fem!Gerard x Reader
A/N: Okay so I was a bit confused about your request so if this isn’t what you asked for just tell me.
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It’s hard not to fall in love with Gee, she’s beautiful and confident and strong. She’s talented and smart and, honestly, just impossible not to like. She gets along with everyone and sometimes you get a little jealous but she always comes back to you because you’re her best friend. Of course life isn’t as easy for you as it easy for Gee and it’s even worse when you’re not around her, wondering the halls alone with a target on your back. You try to keep your head down and blend into the walls but someone always finds you and pulls you into the middle of the hall with some cruel word on their tongue and a group of kids so much bigger then you.
This time it’s after the bell rings so most of the halls are empty, just a few kids rushing by. You get pushed against a locker and some boy with onion breath is grinning cruelly at you. It’s no surprise really; you’re used to it so you don’t even fight back or try to get away. You take the ‘jokes’ and laughs with downcast eyes and your hands curled into tight balls.
“Why are you such a freak?” The boy asks and you shrug, hearing him laugh like glass cracking.
You see someone out of the corner of your eye but you don’t think they’ll do anything, no one ever does. You squeeze your eyes shut, afraid of the next venomous thing to fall from his mouth or maybe he’ll actually hit you this time, whatever you were afraid of never comes. He gets shoved away from you and Gee is standing beside you looking like a superhero in her black leggings and leather jacket.
“Fuck off,” She spits and the boy scowls but walks away. Gee turns to you and smiles, taking your hands in hers and your heart stutters and you break, tears tumbling down your cheeks.
“No one’s ever stood up for me before,” You mumble and her smile falls, something broken and scared in her features.
“I’ll always stand up for you when you can’t do it on your own, Y/N.” She promises and you fall into her embrace, breathing in the scent of her lunch time cigarettes and the paint that always clings to her body after art class.
“Thank you.” You bite your lip to keep yourself from blurting out how much you love her, hoping someday she’ll say it instead.
“Let’s get you to class, okay?” She smiles and you nod, taking her hand and letting her lead you down the empty hallways.
You feel safe with your hand in hers and despite the fact that your heart thuds and you can’t always think with her around you know you’re safe and loved with her. You smile at the floor and squeeze her hand, heart doing flips when she squeezes back.