Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

Exposing Secrets

TW: slight panic attack, taking a lot of pills (Xanax), degrading name(s), you give him head (not really), cocaine, blood (dry), restraining Gerard, arguing

YOUR POV:

My Chemical Romance got asked to play at Warped Tour 2004 this year, and it was happening in just a few days. This meant that for a whole month and half, I would not be seeing Gerard and his bandmates.

They were busy preparing for the trip, and even with them leaving tomorrow to make it to the first location, I could see the stress weighing down on Gerard.

He had been staying out late to practice with his band since they wouldn't be able to get any practice in while traveling.

Last night, Gerard had gotten super drunk again which left me worried until I passed out from exhaustion. I woke up to him entering the basement, and I tried my best to help him like I did a few weeks ago, but he just argued with me the whole time.

But it was morning time now, and Gerard was lying on top of me and giving me sleepy and sloppy morning kisses. I couldn't help but giggle at the lightness of his sloppy kisses. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, my jaw and all the way down to my neck.

He pulled away and looked at me with loving eyes, "you know, you are absolutely gorgeous when you wake up." He reaches a hand out to my messy hair that was sprawled out on my pillow. "Messy hair," he trails off as he moves his hand down to my cheek, "and pretty sleepy eyes..."

He slips his hand under my body and grabs my ass causing me to gasp, "Gerard!"

He snickers and pulls his hand back, "oh come on, that wasn't even—!"

I kicked him in the side which caused him to back away from me. He giggled as I continued, "you little devil!"

Gerard then grabs my ankle and begins to kiss me all the way up, but I quickly pull away with discomfort.

Gerard might be a pain when he's drunk, but the morning hangovers were always my favorite part. He was always more affectionate than usual, and just wanted to be up under me. Gerard was naturally an affectionate guy, but his hangovers always made him more affectionate.

Hungover Gerard made me forget all about the mess from the previous nights. He made me feel like I was still loved and wanted.

"What?" He asks as he looks at me, "can't handle a little kiss?" He continued to smirk, "we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

My eyes widened as I sat up, "are you suggesting morning sex?!"

Gerard's cheeks flushed a bright red, "w-what?! No, no, no!"

I placed a hand on my chest, "oh thank god."

"I'm not like some assholes," Gerard says. "I would never make you do anything you didn't want."

I moved some hair out of my face, "how's the hangover?"

"Awful," he complains.

"I figured," I say as I shift toward his side of bed and slip off of it. "We should shower."

Gerard lets out a groan of protest, "do I have to?"

I stand up and put my arms above my head as I stretch, letting out a soft moan. "You definitely need to. You haven't showered in like two weeks."

Gerard groans, "but the bed is waaarrm."

I drop my arms to my sides, "I know you don't like to shower and that you like to smell like ass—but you know that I'm going to force you to shower."