effortlessly girly
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"Gerard, can't you dress any faster?" Mikey said with a childish whine, glaring at Gerard.
Mikey was forcing Gerard into another strenuous activity once again, this time the activity being shopping. Ever since he'd found out about his and Frank's relationship, he had deemed Gerard not elegant enough and in dire need of a makeover, even after Gerard argued that this wasn't some cliché girl movie were Frank would basically become his slave because Gerard looked just a tad bit better than usual.
Mikey, of course, completely disregarded that, and now Gerard was putting on his jacket whilst simultaneously sending a cold glare to his younger brother.
"I'm ready." He finally sighed, he grabbed his wallet and keys from his dresser and trailed behind Mikey as they made their way to Gerard's car.
It wasn't too long before they were walking inside the mall, Mikey of course rambling on about some show he was indulged in.
"There," Gerard pointed to a smaller shop with dark clothing, "we can look in there?"
"No." Was Mikey's immediate response, "You need brighter clothes, not more depressing stuff."
"But Mikey I only get to wear bright stuff when I go to work, let me live a little." Gerard said, attempting to persuade the younger Way, but of course it was to shame because Mikey just shot him down once again.
"Have you ever considered women's stores?" Mikey asked nonchalantly as they continued to walk around.
Gerard stopped dead in his tracks, taking a small moment to digest the words his brother had just spoken.
"What?" He asked, slight hurt in his tone.
It wasn't a secret that Gerard constantly got compared to women, not because of his sexuality but more because of his weirdly feminine hips and long hair and girly eyelashes. He didn't need to be wearing girls clothes too.
He did enough of that at work.
"Gee, it's no surprise that you're kinda girly. Plus, maybe cropped clothing would look good on you." Mikey shrugged, completely unaware of Gerard's unamused face.
Though once he noticed he couldn't help but let out a laugh, "Hey- you already wear fishnets and pink sometimes, I'm just steering you in the right direction."
"Fucking fine, Mikey, let's go get dresseses and leggings and maybe some tampons while we're at it." Gerard growled out through clenched teeth.
"That's the spirit! See, I knew you'd get into it." Mikey linked their arms and dragged Gerard to a teenage girl's clothing store, making him groan in embarrassment.
Fuck Mikey, he didn't need to dress like a girl to feel comfortable.
- -
Turns out, Gerard was only half right, because against his better judgement, he ended up buying a blue and yellow shirt that hugged him tightly, and another pink long-sleeve with a yellow chest pocket and different coloured sleeves. One baby blue and one light purple.
Mikey, being the hypocrite he was, actually ended up buying lots of black clothes for himself, and only letting Gerard purchase one black shirt. He truly was a little squirt.
They'd had lunch and now Gerard was dropping Mikey off back at their family home.
"Bye Mikes." Gerard said with a half smile.
"Bye Geetard, and remember, safe sex is best sex-"
"Okay, get the fuck out of my car." Gerard ordered, unlocking the vehicle as Mikey laughed.
Once Mikey was gone, Gerard felt a lot more relaxed, even turning on the radio to play some random classic rock song. He didn't want to say that he didn't like spending time with people, especially with someone he loved like his brother, but he just got exhausted so easily. All of the trying in clothes and socialising and being in a public area, it sure was stressful, and all Gerard wanted to do now was take a nap and sleep off his exhaustion.
When he arrived back at his apartment at last, he left his shopping bags by the entrance of his room before flopping down on his bed letting out a loud and blissful sigh. He turned his head to the left to be faced with Green Pea, he left it on his dresser so he'd always wake up and go to sleep with Frank in mind. Not that he needed the reminder, he sort of did that on his own anyway, but it was so cute and the fact that Frank won it for him made it even cuter.
Gerard felt his eyes start to slip shut as he sleepily thought about Frank, once again. Maybe he was being a bit obsessive, but he just couldn't help it. He felt that small tiny nagging thought creep it's way into his mind, that tiny thought that implied that maybe Gerard loved Frank, even though they'd only been dating for two months. It was more than soon- it was like light years before soon.
Gerard agreed that he had just never felt this way before, and that he would know for sure if he was in love, and it wouldn't be such a grey area. That's what his mother always told him anyway.
He groaned when he felt his phone ring from the kitchen, not bothering to get up and pick it up. He just wanted to sleep, maybe that would help clear his thoughts.
- -
When Gerard woke up again, it was to the sound of his phone ringing again, and he really wanted to punch whoever it was that was continuously calling him. As he got up, he made sure to click his back and neck, letting out a yawn as he crept into the kitchen.
When he looked at his phone, in his sleepy haze he could barley make out the name across the screen, assuming it was Mikey or maybe Frank.
"Hello?" He asked into the device, resting against the wall as he lazily closed his eyes.
"Hey, big boy." Brendon said, causing Gerard to groan.
"I've told you not to call me that." Gerard said around a yawn, his mind still being fuzzy from sleep.
"Whatever," Brendon said, "and how are you tired? It's like six o'clock."
"I took a nap," Gerard said, ignoring how much that made him seem like a baby, "what did you call me for?"
"Oh, right, so basically Ray, Ryan, Pete and I are gonna go to a club tonight to celebrate the fact that Bryar went to Seattle for a few days and gave us a free night." Brendon said gleefully, "D'you wanna come?"
Gerard opened his eyes slowly so he could asses the situation. Did he really want to leave his apartment later? And why the fuck did Bryar keep running off and not leaving anyone in charge? After pondering his options he decided that he didn't really fancy leaving his home, especially after already going out with Mikey earlier.
"Um, I don't really want to go out tonight." Gerard mumbled, and nearly squeaked in surprise at the sudden gasp Brendon produced.
"And why the fuck is that?" He asked in almost an offended tone.
"I already went out earlier, plus, I heard there's a new Batman movie out." Gerard said, shrugging even though he knew Brendon couldn't see him.
"Wow, wow," Brendon said slowly, sarcasm dripping from his side of the call, "you'd rather stay home and binge watch Batman instead of hang out with your bestie?"
"Yes." Gerard snorted when Brendon let out an annoyed noise.
"Well good fucking day to you then, Mr Gay." Brendon dismissed, hanging up before Gerard could retaliate to the nickname.
Gerard smiled a bit to himself, he knew Brendon never meant it when he was pissy over the phone or even in person, Brendon just liked the showmanship of it, the commitment to being angry in that moment. Of course when he was actually mad he simply ignored everyone, which was really anticlimactic and weird of him- which is why Gerard was always hyper aware of Brendon's mood.
Gerard sighed before walking back into his room, he was making his way back into his bed when he accidentally tripped over one of the bags left by the entrance. He squeaked pathetically as he fell on his face, groaning in pain.
Once he collected himself off the ground, his eyes trailed to the contents of one of the shopping bags. He crept over to it, assuming Mikey probably threw something of his own
in one of Gerard's shopping bags by mistake, but upon closer inspection, he saw that the item he was unsure of was actually makeup.
It was fucking makeup- there was cherry lipgloss, and mascara- and something that looked like foundation. Gerard was so close to paying a professional assassin to kill Mikey and bury him in the ocean.
How could he get him makeup? Gerard wasn't a girl, he didn't look like a girl either- and most importantly, he wasn't a girl.
What actually felt worse than the fact that his little brother bought him makeup and somehow managed to sneak it past Gerard himself, was the fact that two minutes later he fucking found himself opening the lipgloss and applying some carefully to his dry lips.
Gerard didn't even fight back the small smile and urge to put on the eyeliner- and one thing led to another and now he had both his lips and cheeks all dazzled up. And what was weirder, was that he didn't actually mind as much as he thought he would.
He actually looked pretty, Gerard came to find.
Gerard thought he looked pretty but that didn't mean he would wear something as girly as that in public, but as he went to remove it with water, there was a knock at his door and against his better judgement, he went to answer it.
He absently ventured over to it and opened the door without checking because he was a cool guy with cool guy instincts that were almost never wrong. Except when they were.
The moment Gerard opened the door, he wanted to slam it shut with his own hand in between just for extra measure.
Frank. It was fucking Frank- he was stood there, just simply looking at the eyeliner-covered, dick shaped looking motherfucker that was Gerard Way.
"Um," Frank got out, his eyebrows raised to the moon.
"It's not- It's not what it looks like." Gerard tried, and of fucking course it sounded frantic and rushed, but then again he couldn't help it. He was definitely in some deep shit now.
"It's exactly what it looks like." Frank said, an evident smile on his features.
"I-" Gerard couldn't form words, he really couldn't. All he managed were these incoherent little strings of half-words that weren't at all intelligible, in any sense of the word.
He was fucked- so undoubtedly fucked, and all he could do was stare at Frank and unfortunately for his makeup-littered face, Frank stared back.
"I wanted to try it." He finally got out whilst staring at the ground so intently he hoped it would alert the mole people living down under of his misery.
What if Frank dumped him? What if he realised what a fucking freak Gerard was and dipped out of their new relationship?
All those times Frank called him beautiful would have disappeared into disgust and repulsion. Gerard didn't think he could take that- it would hurt too bad. He'd maybe move to New Mexico and change his name to Jonathan and graze off of stolen goods-
"You look nice," Frank said all of the sudden, "It suits you."
Gerard swore all of the air in his lungs abandoned him as Frank said those words, and he hoped he could get it back before his lungs fully collapsed and he wouldn't ever get to hear Frank's angelic voice again.
"Are you serious?" Gerard asked when he gathered up enough willpower, his eyes darting up and down constantly.
"Of course. Why would I lie to you?" Frank asked quietly, and he grabbed both of Gerard's hands in his own.
"Because you don't want to hurt my feelings." Gerard said, raising an eyebrow.
"Gerard, I wouldn't lie about thinking you look pretty." Frank said honestly with a stern undertone.
Gerard smiled shyly to himself at that, and gently tugged Frank inside of his apartment, his whole confusion as to why Frank was even there in the first place having come back suddenly.
"Why're you here? Not that I mind or anything." Gerard asked, admiring Frank's hands intertwined with his own.
"Well, I have a shift starting at ten, but until then I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the movies?" Frank asked, his voice soft and echoey around Gerard's empty apartment.
"I'd love to." Gerard grinned, forgetting all about his plans to stay home and watch Batman by himself.
He gasped quietly when Frank pecked his lips hurriedly, and in that moment he realised that maybe it was okay that he was some weird freak show with weird habits and makeup smudges- because at least he was a freak show with the cutest boy in all of New Jersey to himself.
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it feels like i haven't updated in years oof,
i'll try to make the next update a bit more juicy