parents and dinners - gee way x reader
anon asked: “Hi there! I love your blog! Could you do one with a punk! Gerard x reader where he's your boyfriend but your parents don't approve and you invite him to supper? Thank you!”
“Baby, your parents hate me.” He states, “I think it’s best if I just stay away.” He tells me honestly.
“No, I want to change their minds about you.” I tell him and he sighs as he looks over to my pleading eyes.
“Okay.” He gives in and I sit straighter up.
“Really?” I ask and he nods, grinning as I engulf him into a hug. Gerard Way didn’t ‘do’ parents. He’s told me that tons of times, but the fact that he’s willing to actually meet and have dinner with me and my parents is something that means a lot in terms of our relationship.
“Come over at around six.” I smile at him as I kiss his cheek but as I pull away, his hand finds my wrist and he pulls me back, his lips finding mine.
“I love you, sweetheart.” He smirks once he pulls away and I playfully scoff at him.
“You should really pull that one on me in front of my parents.” I tell him and he chuckles.
“Yeah, your dad would love that.” He states, “I’ll see you at six, baby.”
“Six,” I tell him again, knowing he had a habit of showing up late to everything.
“Six.” He repeats back as he walks down the hall, waving me off.
“Dad, he’s not as bad as people put him out to be.” I explain but they aren’t having it.
“Way is known around the neighborhood as delinquent trash. You shouldn’t be around him.” My dad mutters as he helps season the food.
“I agree, Y/n, you deserve better than Gerard Way. He’s bad influence.” She says, heading to grab food out of the oven.
“Just please, please, be nice. I really-“ I pause, knowing how my parents would react if I even muttered ‘love’ and ‘Gerard Way’ in the same sentence, “I really like him. And he hasn’t influenced me in any bad way. In fact, he’s actually stopped me from doing some pretty bad decisions.” I smile at them and they glare at me weirdly, “But I’m not, doing anything bad.” I chuckle awkwardly.
“I don’t like the way he looks either.” My mom adds to the list of things I don’t care about, “His hair’s always messy and he seems to have different bruises from different fights. Don’t even get me started on his tattoos! The kid’s only 17 for God’s sake!”
I really didn’t have any defense for that. That was just how Gee looked, and I happened to like it.
“Nevermind that. Haven’t you two ever seen a Disney movie? It’s what’s on the inside that counts.” I say and they both roll their eyes as the doorbell rings and I glance at the clock.
“No, no, let me talk to my boyfriend for a couple minutes before you see him.” I tell them before rushing towards the door. Taking a deep breath I didn’t know I needed, I unlock it and swing it open, surprised to see a different Gerard standing there.
His hair was combed out and down, he was wearing a long sleeved button down shirt that conveniently covered his arm tattoos and it was kind of weird to not see him in his boots or his leather jacket or his gloves. He smirked down at me, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Hey, darlin’.” He greets me like I wasn’t standing there with my mouth hanging open. His gaze starts out innocent but then drifts down to my dress and I would usually roll my eyes but I was in too much shock at this new look that I didn’t even give attention to it, “You look beautiful, baby.”
“You look-“ I pause, trying to put together my words, “very different. And hot.” I add and he chuckles.
“Well, thank you, love, I appreciate it.” He states and his gaze shifts to my dad behind me. My dad’s smile is fake but Gee doesn’t take notice of it as he greets him.
“Good evening, sir.” Gee grins and he puts out his hand, in which my dad shakes his hand, almost confused that his demeanor wasn’t the expected rudeness.
“It’s nice to meet you, Gerard, I’ve heard a lot about you.” He nods and Gee falls back into his natural suave and smooth nature.
“I hope they’re good things.” He chuckles and that seemed to lighten the mood because that got my dad to actually smile.
“This is my wife, y/m/n.” He says as my mom walks up and my boyfriend holds out his hand, making a shocking impression with my mother, as she was expecting a whole different person.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/l/n.” He grins and somehow I’m still surprised by his appearance and his demeanor.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Gerard, I must admit, I was expecting a whole different person.” She smiles skeptically, “Come in.” she offers and both of my parents turn to walk to the dining room.
“How- I mean- when did-“ I stutter but Gee understands as he always does with me.
“Your parents hate me because I’m punk, sweetheart,” He whispers, “and I know how much this means to you, so right now I am a civilized young adult who loves classical music and opera.” He grins and I lean into him as we walk.
“Oh I know.” He smirks, tugging at the ends of his sleeves.
“And I can’t help but ask, Gerard, but what exactly are your intentions with our daughter?” My dad asks and I almost choke on my green beans.
“Dad, he doesn’t have to answer that.” I say but Gee shrugs.
“No, it’s fine, Y/n.” Gee says, turning to my dad, “I love your daughter and I honestly want to have a future with her.” I freeze in my seat at the mention of the word ‘love’, since my parents really wouldn’t like the idea of me loving a punk kid like Gee and Gee loving me.
“You love her?” My mom asks, leaning in and Gee nods, looking down at his plate, “As do you, Y/n?” She asks.
“Yeah, I-“ I turn away from my parents and turn towards Gee, “I do love him. For about four months now.”
“I thought you two started dating three months ago?” My father questions and Gee looks at me as I think of an answer.
“I told you three months to soften the blow of me and Gee dating because I knew you didn’t like the idea of it.” I spill, starting an awkward silence and suddenly I don’t blame Gee for not wanting to go tonight, “We’ve actually been dating for about six months.”
It’s quiet as we continue to eat and it’s broken again as my dad speaks up.
“Well, I’m glad you love her- love each other..” He corrects himself, “I respect that, Gerard.” He states, “and I respect your relationship.”
“Thank you, sir.” Gee says and glances at me, holding down a smirk as he picked at his food.
After dinner, my parents said their goodbyes and whisper for him to sneak into my room so we could have an actual nice night together.
“Shit, sweetheart.” Gee mumbles, crawling through the window, “I didn’t happen to leave any of my shirts here?”
“Your Black Flag shirt.” I toss to him and he sighs, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off, pulling his tee over his head. Then he walks up to me, holding my face for a second before pressing his lips to mine.
“You’re amazing, Gee,” I tell him, “Thank you.”
“It’s nothin’ baby,” He mutters, bringing his lips to my neck, “Now, about you in this dress.” He smirks and I wrap my arms around him.
“As much as I would love to do what you’re thinking of, my parents are in the next room and I’m tired.” I tell him and he nods, biting my earlobe before he pulls away. It doesn’t take long before Gee’s laying in bed with me, holding me close like he does in any situation where he’s three feet from me.
“Love you.” I mumble, bringing my hand up to his hair to run my fingers through.
“Love you more.” He mutters, sleep already obvious in his voice. I reach my hand to his hair but I’m met with a hard texture.
“Did you put gel in your hair?” I question, knowing that Gerard Arthur Way did not own gel of any kind and if it was, then he definitely stole it from his brother.
