Gerard Way Drabbles and One Shots [COMPLETED]

4) The Tattoo

In this one you are also Gerard's daughter again xD. Don't worry, after this it will be more x readers.

"(Y/N) SHOW IT TO ME NOW!!!" Your dad screamed as he chased you around the house while you just laughed. You had posted a status on Twitter saying you got your first tattoo and now your dad was furious because he NEVER gave you permission. Your dad, Gerard, was always so overprotective of you.

His girlfriend, or ex girlfriend, dumped you on his doorstep in 1991 when you were first born, so he, Mikey, and Donna raised you for the first 10 years of your life up until Gerard and Mikey went on tour with My Chemical Romance.

Gerard had decided to take you with him since he never liked the idea of you being in New Jersey in the first place and just wanted to be there for you. He took you everywhere. But I'm getting off track, let's get back to the situation at hand. The tattoo. Giggling, you ran as fast as you could from your dad, your two year old sister Bandit clapping.

"Run sissy run!" Her toddler voice squeaked. You grinned as you ran past her. Gerard picked up the pace but you were much faster somehow. You barley slowed down your running when you made it to the living room, as you began to tire, when out of nowhere slam!

Your dad had caught you and you both tumbled down at him suddenly crashing into you. This just gave him the opportunity to pin you down under his hold. His face was the same color of his hair. Red. "Dad your fat ass is crushing me! Let me up!" You laughed, though Gerard was really angry. He was in no mood for games.

"First of all, I'm not even sitting on you, you're under my chest! Second, don't you ever swear! You know your little sister will just repeat it! Third, I never approved of you getting a tattoo! Now. Show. Me. It!" He barked through clenched teeth. "But I'm 18!" You whined. "Yes but you live under my roof!" Gerard growled.

You rolled your eyes and lifted your shirt a little, showing the small tattoo on your left hip. It was a blue music note. The top formed into a sword and it was wrapped in thorns. Gerard stared at the tattoo with his eyes wide. But not in anger. No. The anger was gone and now replaced with awe. "I designed it myself." You spoke up, as if that will let you off the hook.

"(Y/n), that's so beautiful!" Your dad beamed. "You like it?" You asked in confusion. You thought for sure he'd lose his shit at the sight of it. But he only gave you a warm smile. "(Y/n), I love it! The design is pretty!" He replied. He got up off of you and helped you up. "So you're alright with this?" You asked.

Gerard nodded. "Sweetheart, you're 18 now. You're old enough to have tattoos. Just run it by me first next time alright?" He said, ruffling up your (h/c) hair. You giggled and pulled him into a hug. "Thanks dad." You said as he hugged you back. "Of course (n/n)! But! This doesn't mean you're off the hook. You're grounded." He said.

You pull away from him and looked at him with a mixture of anger and confusion. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" You boomed. This only made your dad smirk his signature sassy smile. "Yup!" He said, popping the p. Without warning he plunged his hand into your pocket and snatched up your phone. "Hey!" You yelped.

"Don't worry! You'll be ungrounded after the next tour." He chirped. "BUT YOU'RE TOURING FOR FOUR MONTHS!!!" You screamed. Your dad gave a chuckle of victory. "My point exactly! Also, you'll be staying here with Lindsey and your sister this time." He finished. You stood there with your mouth hung open.

"I hate you!" You mumbled, crossing your arms like a child, not wanting to lash out in front of your 2 year old sister. Gerard laughed lightly and patted your head. "I love you (y/n)!" He says. You groan and roll your eyes at him. "Love you too dad..."

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