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oldiesstationlover11607 · 1 month ago

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Pretty please literally anything basement Gerard related I love my stinky greasy smelly wife

Dating Basement Gerard Way - Headcannons

Warnings: Some angst

A/N: hello anon! I'd love to write a fic about basement gerard bc that is one of my favorite eras but if you're wanting a fic you're gonna need to be specific about what you're wanting hehe. in the meantime... headcannons bc i've got so many for basement gerard it's insane.

Dating Basement Era Gerard Way :)

Basement Gerard is quiet and shy. Like the name, he basically only ever hangs out in his basement bedroom which is covered in star wars postered, board games, comics, and other nerd shit. It's just who he is (and you love him for it)

You guys probably met through Mikey or a mutual friend because Gerard never leaves his room. Maybe you were playing D&D with Mikey and he popped his head out from behind a door.

He definitely wasn't the one who asked you to be his SO but he definitely fell for you first.

You guys have a lot of sleep overs together it's insane. And they're definitely at your house because Gee feels a bit insecure about the mess of his room (and you have a bigger bed to cuddle in)

Lots of make out sessions and physical touching in the privacy of your bedrooms but outside and in public it's like you're brother and sister (nothing happens at all)

Board game nights with MCR! Frank and Ray on one team, Mikey is always forced to be on his own team, and you and Gee are in another team.

Comic book store dates - going to the local store and then picking out comics for each other and reading them together in bed.

Way too many late nights 😭 Gerard is such a night person – especially since he draws and writes songs late at night. He'll 100% rant to you about the Umbrella Academy

He’s the kind of boyfriend who makes you mix CDs with obscure punk, post-hardcore, and goth songs. Each mix has a meticulously hand-drawn cover.

He writes heartfelt notes and occasionally slips fragments of lyrics into your texts. You catch glimpses of yourself in his songs, often described in poetic, melancholic ways.

Watching old-school horror movies is a regular activity. He pauses mid-film to tell you trivia or point out iconic shots, getting animated and excited :)

Hope you liked this!!

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 1 month ago

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Begging on my knees for the jealous Gerard fic.

Jealous - Gerard Way x Iero!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (drunk gerard), smoking, violence, jealous gerard way, panic attacks

Word Count: 2343

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Here we go!!!!

“Bert! Where the fuck are you?” I shouted, running behind our tour bus. We’d been on Warped Tour for a few weeks and it had been the best few weeks of my life. My Chem had slowly been getting more popular but it only been a week since Gee had introduced me to Bert–we got along instantly.

“I’m on the bus!” He responded, sticking his foot out the door. I jumped up onto the bus and see him sitting on one of the benches smoking a cigarette. “What’s up?” He asked, smirking at me.

“Not much. Gee’s drunk as fuck, Mikey’s hanging out with Alicia, Frank’s out with fans and God knows where Ray is,” I laughed. Bert sat there running a hand through his greasy long black hair, staring at me. As much as Bert was my friend, he was always staring at me–which I’m knew both Gerard and Frank would get annoyed at. Being the only girl in a male dominated rock band and scene was difficult, especially with Frank Iero being your older brother and Gerard Way being your boyfriend.

“What’s new with you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Nothing. I like the new hair though, did Gerard do that for you?” Yesterday, Gerard had showed up in our bus with a grocery bag of hair dye, deciding to dye his growing roots red instead of black like the rest of his hair. After talking the previous night about our favourite colours–I mentioned mine was pink–he handed me a bottle of hot pink red-ish dye and we spent the night in the bathroom. I nodded and smiled at him. I let out a yawn and ran a hand through my hair.

“You tired babe?” Bert let out a small laugh before opening his arms to me.

“You know Gerard’s gonna be pissed if he walks in on you guys like that,” Quinn walked into the lounge, a Mountain Dew in his hand.

“We’re just hanging out, it’s nothing more than that,” I looked up at Bert who was already looking down at me with a devilish grin. “Oh shut up.” I grabbed out my phone and started checking my texts.

Frank - 5 unread messages.

Frank - Gee’s pissed as fuck I’m gonna have to come find you in a second

Frank - Where are you?

Frank - He’s literally crying and asking for you

Frank - I’m coming to look around the busses

Frank - You’re not in our bus. Gerard is literally bawling his fuhking eyes out. And I’ve now got Mikey and Ray looking for you as well.

I stared at the little electronic device in my hand–which I couldn’t afford until a few months ago. Quinn looked at me before letting out a sigh.

“Someone’s looking for you aren’t they?”

I nodded–of course he fucking knew that. Quinn knew everything.

“Who?” Bert asked, letting out a sigh.

“Frank. Apparently Gee is asking for me,” I responded, just as a set of footsteps came from the door. Mikey.

“Hey Mikey-boy!” Bert shouted, laughing loudly. Mikey stood there, arms crossed and an unimpressed look plastered on his face.

“What are you two doing? Gerard has been begging for you for the last hour. Need I remind you that you’re dating my brother.” I moved out of Bert’s arms and stood up.

“We’re just hanging out Mikey, nothing is happening at all. Quinn was here the whole time I swear,” I turned my head to look at Quinn who nodded, confirming my story.

“Well we’ve gotta go now, Gerard kinda needs you,” Mikey looked at me with genuine concern. Of course he needed me. We went out into the blazing heat to find the others. Frank was looking around the merch stands with Ray–who wasn’t paying much attention to what he was doing.

“Where the fuck were you?” Frank ran up to me, a mixed expression of ‘pissed off’ and worry plastered on his face. Mikey spoke for me.

“Hanging with Bert and Quinn.”

“Where’s Gerard?” I asked, ignoring the topic. Frank looked towards our tour bus and then down at the ground. Immediately I turned walk towards the bus but was stopped by a hand wrapped around my wrist. Mikey.

“I’ve never seen him like this before, just be gentle with him.” Mikey’s definitely seen Gerard at both his best and worst.

Walking towards the tour bus, I took a peek through the door but didn't see anyone sitting in the main lounge. I hopped into the bus, knowing Gerard was probably laying in his bunk.

“Gee?” I muttered, pulling back the curtain. He looked like crap. Drunk and exhausted.

“Baby?” he rolled over so he was facing me, the smell of alcohol wafting into my face. I'm disappointed in him.

“I thought we agreed you weren’t gonna drink anymore,” I tucked loose strands of his messy hair out of his face, finally able to see him properly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened,” he moved over, making just enough room for me to sit at the end of the bed. Grabbing his phone, he started flipping through text messages and notifications.

“Next time you want a drink just come find me, I was hanging out with Bert and Mikey came in all freaked out about you. He’s your little brother Gee, you need to be a good role model,” I sighed, holding his hand. Gerard just nodded, not paying attention but I knew the message was going through.

“Wait, why were you hanging out with Bert?” He looked up from his phone with a slightly annoyed expression.

“I got bored so thought I’d spend some time with the other bands.”

“Then why the fuck is Quinn texting me about how Bert’s trying to quote ‘put the moves on you’?” Wait? What? What the fuck. Quinn? Bert wouldn’t try to do that, I was dating one of his best friends for god’s sake. I sat there speechless, looking at him with a blank expression. It was clear he'd already made up his mind as he got out of his bunk and started putting his shoes on.

“No, don’t do anything that’s going to mess things up, you’re already drunk,” I begged, grabbing hold of his hand.

“I’m not going to let that dick try and take you away from me. It already took me 3 years of being in love with you to actually have the guts to ask you to be my girlfriend, I’m not losing you now,” he ran a hand through his greasy black and red mop of hair. I sighed, knowing there wasn't much I could do to stop this. Gerard stopped for a second, looking at me up and down.

“You know I love you, right?” Of course I knew that. I'd known that since the day he told me he loved me, nothing had ever changed. I just missed the person he once was–the real him. Looking up at him, I nodded with a small smile resting on my lips. His hands reached down to cup my face as his forehead met mine. “You are mine, and it’ll always be that way.” He leaned down to kiss my upper lip, the taste of beer lingering for a while after he pulled away. “I’m going to talk to him, are you coming or not?” He grabbed his hoodie and stood, towering over me.

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

We both walked over to The Used’s bus and Gerard stood just outside the door. He gestures for me to get onto the bus and as I took a step I was immediately met with Bert and Quinn shouting at each other, stoping once they saw me.

“I thought you went to find Gee. Did you come crawling back for more?” Bert let out a laugh and moved towards me, arms spread out. I took a step back, bumping into Gee's chest, the slight chuckle he lets out hitting me hard.

“What do you want?” Bert sighed.

“Why the fuck did I find out that you were spending time with my girlfriend through Quinn?”

Bert turned to face Quinn who shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know man, she came here to hang out while you were off getting drunk. I didn’t do anything she didn’t want me to do.”

Well, that was going to set Gerard off.

As if on cue Gerard launched at Bert, punching him in the face. Quinn tried to separate them as fast as he could but they were both stronger than him.

“Go get Frank, he’ll know what to do!” He shouted over the two. I ran out and scanned the immediate area. Where to fuck was everyone? Ray and Mikey walked past me, both looking slightly concerned at my state.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” Ray asked.

“Where the fuck is Frank? Gerard is literally fighting Bert in the bus. Quinn told me to go find him.” I was breathless and sweaty, finally feeling the impact of the heat. Mikey was already running towards the bus as Ray took me to find Frank. It felt like the world was closing in on me. “Ray,” I panted, knowing he couldn't hear me, too busy looking for Frank in the crowds of people. “Ray.” He rans towards a nearby tent, finally laying eyes on my brother. He says something to Frank, who looks over to me. It was a hot day–hotter than a normal warped tour day. I couldn't remember how much water I'd had but I stood there watching Frank look at me, squinting his eyes. “Ray.” I muttered before everything turned black and I hit the ground.

...

“Holy shit is she dead?” Bert’s voice.

“She’s not dead you dickwad, she just passed out.” Frank. I felt and heard people shuffling around me but the air in the room was cold, so I must've been inside.

“I feel terrible. This is all your fucking fault Bert, she wouldn’t have gone looking for Frank if you didn’t fucking cause this problem.” Gerard.

“Well you were fucking drunk.” Again, Bert. A hand tucked strands of my hair behind my ear, which I could only assume was Gerard’s or maybe Frank’s.

“Would you two shut up, I’m actually worried about her,” Mikey’s voice was quiet and shaky. He sounded like he’d been crying.

“She’s gonna be okay Mikey. We got to her fast. I think she’s waking up anyways, see she’s trying not to smile,” Ray laughed. He’d caught me. I opened my eyes and let out a small laugh.

“Stop it,” I dragged out trying to sit up slowly. “How long did it take for you two to stop fighting once you realised I was dying?”

Frank laughed loudly. “That’s the first thing you want to know?” I looked around at Gerard who was staring at the ground. “It took them 15 minutes to properly stop bickering once we brought you inside.”

“I’m sorry.” Gerard’s voice was flat. He was sober now.

“Mikey?” I ignored Gerard to focus on the boy that was sitting on my right side. “Are you okay?” I asked as I caught him wiping away tears.

“You scared the shit out of me.” He looked down at me.

“Oh Mike. I’m not going anywhere,” I pulled him in tight for a hug. “Could you guys maybe leave Gee and I alone?” I looked at Frank as if he was the one to make the decision. He was going to say no.

“Alright, come on guys,” he said, shocking me. Frank escorted everyone out before flashing me a quiet smile and leaving.

Gerard and I sat there alone in the room.

“What happened, Gee?” I started before he had the opportunity to.

“You got dehydrated. I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry–”

“Stop it. You don’t need to be sorry. I just want to know how I ended up on our bus.” Gerard nodded and explained that Frank had carried me onto the bus and Ray ran to tell everyone else. I watched him explain, trying to find the right words. He looked nervous. Like the first time he told me he loved me.

“–And then you woke up,” he finished.

“You’re so pretty when you think I’m mad at you Gee,” I smiled softly.

“What?” He laughed nervously, an unsure grin growing on his lips.

“I’m not mad at you, I just wanted you to stop fighting with Bert. And stop drinking.”

He moved so I was sitting in between his legs, his arms wrapped around me.

“I’m trying to stop drinking. It’s just hard for me.” He nuzzled his head into my shoulder.

“I love you so much. I know you can get sober if you really want to but right now it’s really hurting our relationship. Just remember I love you though.” I turn around so I’m straddling him and cup his face.

“I love you too baby. I’m sorry I got so worked up about Bert,” he pressed kisses on both my left and right temples, moving down my jaw till he reached my lips.

“Gee the others are gonna be back any minute,” I mumbled, running my fingers through his hair.

“Let them see.” He pressed his lips to mine like was desperate for me. Gee’s lips had always either tasted like alcohol or a mix of vanilla and diet coke. He deepened the kiss by grasping the back of my neck.

“Would you two get a room?”

Frank and Mikey interrupt us in a roar of laughter. I got off Gee and he stood up, lifting me onto his back–giving me a piggyback ride to the bunks.

“Have fun you two!” Frank giggled.

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