Can you write some headcannons (if you write those, if not you could turn it into a story) about the small things Gibsie does for reader? He’s so underrated I love him
dating gerard gibson headcannons
synopsis: plethora of my gibs thoughts
pairing: gerard gibson x reader
warning: does have 18+ content so be sure to have your appropriate age in your bio to interact or read. kissing, humping. written with fem!reader in mind.
author’s note: ahh tysm anon! first request, this is exciting but beware that i took your idea and ran with it. also still (slowly) wading through the bot books so this may be a bit out of character for gibsie. hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
p.s. please give feedback if you’re inclined, it inspires me and makes me very happy!
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⁺◟ keeps your elastics ties on him, especially for when you’re overwhelmed and need to just get it out of your face
⁺◟ always trying to make you, specifically, laugh
⁺◟ doesn’t matter what the situation, he’s not stopping till you crack a smile, especially when you’re mad at him
⁺◟“really gonna give me tha’ silence?” “it’s a dumb joke! ya know i don’t give out pity laughs g.”
⁺◟ will interlock pinkies when the noise gets to be too much, when youre stressed at school, when you need to slow down
⁺◟ will attempt to braid your hair and be pretty good at it (he watched plenty of videos and practiced on johnny)
⁺◟ just needing physical contact mostly everywhere
⁺◟ stuffs his face into your neck, or chest whenever y’all are in private (would do it in public but you’re less keen on that)
⁺◟ rubbing his face in your neck, arm around the waist at tommen, hands in back pocket at a friend hangout, interlocking ankles in bed
⁺◟ wants to quite literally live inside your skin. cannot not be touching you for the life of him
⁺◟ on the topic of touches, he loves to cradle your face and stare into your eyes, calms down his mind so much. that coupled with some forehead kisses for the both of you
⁺◟ so theatrical and in tune with your emotions
⁺◟ “I just don’t like the way she speaks to others… very mean girl vibes.” you sigh. “is that judgy and wrong of me?” “no way, baby. was thinking the exact same thing, if anything I knew it from the first time she said you were lucky to be dating me!”
⁺◟ will consider your outfits like he’s on the devil wears prada
⁺◟ “the black skirt does wonders for your ass, id prefer it off entirely but that beauties only for my eyes, so the skirt it is!”
⁺◟ matches your freak like it has never been matched before, can never be matched like this by any other, understands your desires and personality 100 fold
⁺◟ will dance with you in public, will sing off key at biddies, will wear your heels and tight top when you get overstimulated, in addition to carrying you piggy-back style back to his car anytime you want
⁺◟ would adore your younger siblings if you have them, especially a younger sister
⁺◟ would take her out for ice cream with y’all, go shopping for her, gets her a plethora of gifts for her birthday - it makes him feel more apart of the family, and his loss of his young sister
⁺◟ gerard who will leave any social event if you’re tired or just not feeling it. it’s not worth seeing you uncomfortable, when y’all be cozy at home anyway
⁺◟ you literally cannot sleep in the same bed during school nights, you get distracted!
⁺◟ talking for hours on end, staring into each others eyes with the light from the crack in the blinds, kissing here and there - so soft you never regret being exhausted in the morning
a tad off track so 18+ from here on out!!!
⁺◟ whenever you lean down, even a little bit, gerard humps you from the back
⁺◟ “seriously? can’t even pick up my scrunchie?” he grins and cooley says “what? I’m practicing.” “practicing for what exactly? should be your funeral when i get you!” and queue him sprinting away from you with the dirtiest smirk
⁺◟ will just sit on the floor of the bathroom while you piss?
⁺◟ “can a girl not take a wee in peace? you’ve got serious separation anxiety, g.” said as seriously as you can while you’re actively pissing. “i just love being close to you, is tha’ a crime, love?” stares lovingly like there’s nothing wrong
⁺◟ and finally!! just loves kissing you, his absolute favorite pastime (besides his head in your legs) is locking lips for unprecedented amounts of time
the children yearn for gerard gibson x reader in your beautiful writing
cat that got the cream
synopsis: a competition leads to confession.
pairing: gerard gibson x reader
warning: mentions of boobs and butts. fluff. sort of crack-fic. some angst. established relationship. written with fem!reader in mind.
author’s note: thank you for being so patient! the children yearn and i deliver. as always, lmk your thoughts.
word count: 0.6k
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“your boobs arent better than mine!” gray eyes wide and hair in disarray, he’s sunshine personified.
“gerard, you don’t have boobs. that alone makes me the winner of this so-called competition.” you put emphasis on your words, slowly trying to get through to his absurd claim.
shirtless and seated on your room floor, you two have been comparing boobs for the last 15 minutes.
the silence lasts all about a few moments. “i was lying, your boobies are the best i’ve ever seen, baby!” he emphasizes his point by trying to grab said appendages.
“oh, i’m flattered!” you tease. with him it’s so easy to fall into this rhythm of lighthearted banter.
keeping his hands above his head, wrestling into your carpeted floor. you two break into a fit of giggles at the sheer silliness.
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after calming down from the very serious boob competition, you’ve settled onto your bed.
now laid on top of you and contently sighing like his damn cat, gerard is the picture of contentment.
he insisted he forgot clothes for staying over. plead innocent and looked at you for all the answers regarding this crisis. only two options arise: he’s naked because you don’t allow ‘outside clothes’ in bed, or he borrows your clothes.
the decision was made via a democracy (solely you), and gerard got to choose his favorite oversized top and cotton shorts from your closet. he was a little too excited, but you’ll give it to him, he looks great.
“no offense, you know i adore your muscles baby, but I think you’re stretching out my shorts.” you pat his backside in emphasis. your shorts stretched tight and a bit thin — adapting to the roundness.
“you’re just mad i have a killer butt, kitten.” rubbing his face into your chest like he’s the cat.
“we are not doing this again! enough comparing assets, we both have our strong suits now go to sleep.” begrudgingly settling the both of you under the covers.
there was a much needed silence for a bit, but he whispered something you didn’t quite catch.
“what was that?” tilting your head down to see him properly.
“i just… ya know i love you more than just your body right?” playing with your shirt’s hem with practiced fingers.
a bit startled, but even more scared to chase this vulnerability away. “what inspired this baby?”
“i want you to understand that i’d rather elope in the desert with a cactus than use you!” weird analogy.. but he drove the point home.
“you’re it for me and i know i come off as… very physical, but i love you for you. not your boobs or butt or whatever.” looking up at you for a bit, he looks surprisingly serious.
a beat of silence passes. eyes trained on each other. existing in this middle ground in your room, wearing your clothes, confessing how your relationship transcends physicality.
“gerard, you are the sweetest boy i’ve ever had the pleasure to know. we show our love in a peculiar way that others don’t understand, but it’s not theres to understand.”
grabbing his hand and placing it onto your heart.
“in here, it’s just us two. i feel light like i’m floating, you have that effect on me. i haven’t a doubt that you love me in your own special, blonde-baby-way.” kissing his hair, holding him with a foreign gentleness that he only gets graced with.
another silence ensues. one of trust and honesty. a comfortable lack of sound where the air is cleared and gerard’s perpetually overworked brain can take a rest.
“do you think i can trademark tha’? blonde-baby-way?” his head finds its rightful place on your chest and everything feels right.
