coffee dates and other things || frerard oneshots

everythings okay in this one

fuck it, more trans!gerard

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"Frankie c'mon we gotta go!" Gerard shouted up the stairs, listening to the soft thumping of his boyfriend running around. He was probably trying to find pants, eventhough Gerard had asked him to be ready an hour ago.

"Yeah I'm just-" a loud thud. "Give me one second."

Gerard groaned, head falling back in exasperation as he bounced on the balls of his feet, taking silent delight in the lack of weight on his ribs. They were supposed to be going to his parents house for his mums birthday but apparently they were never going to make it because Frank was about as organised as a slug in a salt bath.

His phone buzzed in his hand, he flipped it over and turned the screen on to see it was Mikey.

Baby Bro Dude (Mikey)
- yo where tf are you

Another buzz before he'd even managed to unlock his screen.

Baby Bro Dude (Mikey)
- yo where tf are you
- mums gonna think ur not coming

And a few more because apparently Mikey didn't know how to fit things into one message. Although, Gerard would be a hypocrite to actually point that out because he quadruple-texted like a motherfucker.

Baby Bro Dude (Mikey)
- yo where tf are u?
- mums gonna think ur not coming
- I stg if u rnt on the train RIGHT NOW
- what if she starts crying?? what am i supposed
to do???
- okayokay i know she wont cry but still dude
- don't leave me here aLONE

Gerard rolled his eyes, finally managing to unlock his phone without any new notifications popping up. Above him, another loud thud followed by a string of swearing.

me
- calm tf down will you?? damn
- me and frank havent left yet, the fucker
is still looking for his pants, but i'll text you 
as soon as we're on the train
- youre still picking us up right?

Mikey didn't answer, which was honestly expected but Gerard rolled his eyes anyway, checking the time before turning his phone off. They weren't late. Yet. But anxiety had begun to tug at his stomach.

So, he stood at the bottom of the stairs and fidgeted, not wanting to shout up at Frank again and risk being a nag but needing to do something before he just exploded all over their house.

After another minute of standing there by himself, Gerard checked the time again and groaned. "Frank, oh my god." 

He'd just begun to mutter to himself about how they were going to be late when Frank appeared at the top of the stairs, giving Gerard his 'see i'm not late calm down' smile and bounding down them before grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter.

"We're not gonna be late, c'mon worry-wart."

"I'm not a worry-wart," Gerard complained as he followed his boyfriend outside. "I just don't want to be late to my mums birthday party." Frank finished locking the door and hummed, not saying anything as he grabbed Gerards hand but he was definitely giving off an air of 'okay honey' which Gerard laughed at. "Fuck you."

They bickered playfully about the fact that Frank had had more than enough time to get ready as they walked to the train station, the sunlight through the trees casting a lovely dappled shade over Franks face. 

They smoked while they waited for the train, and then sat in one of the empty carriages, bickering over who got to pick the music before Gerard was grudgingly plugging his headphones into Frank's phone. 

When they did make it to the next station, Mikey was leaning against the wall outside, there to pick them up as promised.

"Geebear!" His mum was ecstatic to see them, pulling him into a hug and kissing both his cheeks. He giggled and let her fawn over him for a moment, before she caught sight of Frank and did the same. Mikey snickered and Gerard playfully flipped him off, before allowing himself to be whisked away into the living room to greet his mums friends. 

The rest of the day was spent laughing and tactfully avoiding questions about wedding dates and grandchildren, before Frank and Gerard were back on the train; this time their headphones plugged into Gerards phone. 

By the time they got home, Gerard was just about dead on his feet. The stress of being around so many people along with the overall excitement of being with his family had taken it's toll and Frank looked like he was 2 seconds away from just carrying his boyfriend down the street.

"Hey, no, come on Love, you've gotta get changed first." Frank murmured, gently poking Gerard who had just flopped directly onto their bed. Gerard made a sleepy noise of complaint and awkwardly kicked off his shoes before giving up. 

"Can you do it for me?" He mumbled, wriggling around until he was blinking sleepily up at Frank. 

Frank rolled his eyes affectionately before nodding, reaching forward to unbutton Gerards jeans. The artist hummed softly and lifted his hips when Frank asked him to, before they were pulled off his legs and dropped on the floor. Gerard tried to ignore the flicker of discomfort at having his lower half mostly bare and simply watched his boyfriend walk across the room. 

"D'you want shorts, or pants?" He asked, looking over his shoulder when he got to the dresser. Gerard made a noise to convey that he wanted pants and listened to the drawers open and close with soft thumps.

In the time it took Frank to change out of his jeans, Gerard had almost fallen asleep, his brain foggy, until he felt a hand gently lift his ankle. He blinked his eyes open again and smiled when Frank tightened the draw string around his waist the right amount and then tied them in a bow.

He wrinkled his nose though, when Frank slipped his fingers under his shirt to take it off, because they were cold, but the feeling was gone quickly. Along with his shirt. Gerard grinned up at Frank lazily. "Hi." 

Frank laughed slightly and kissed his forehead. "Hey baby. Do you want a shirt?"

The artist shook his head and Frank nodded, apparently deciding to keep his own on as he pulled the covers over them and snuggled in beside Gerard. Sleepily, and still buzzing with the happiness from the day, Gerard tugged him closer, breath hitching when he felt Franks lips against his scars. 

It was a tender gesture, and Gerard's heart melted as he rolled and hid his face in Franks neck.

"I love you." He murmured.

Frank's arms tightened around him. "I love you too."

i'm sorry this is so shit ajhfdsj
i love writing trans!gerard but sometimes it can be hard for me to write trans characters that are at a point in their life where they're okay with themselves; because at the moment every day is a fucking nightmare for me lmao.