Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

The Muses

TW: overdose (mentioned), not eating, talks of addiction, arguing, smut, makeup sex, he finally gets some 😸, fingering, dom y/n (make him beg for it), orgasm denial, sucking him off, shower sex, p n v

A/N: sorry for straight up vanishing umm wattpad is glitching on my phone still so I'm sorry if there's any spelling errors etc in this chapter😭 fr need them to fix the glitch alreadddyyy anyway uh happy early Valentine's Day here's the gift<3

YOUR POV:

"What are you doing here, sweetheart?" Gerard asks me, as I caught a whiff of him. He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and alcohol.

"I came to see you," I replied.

"You came all the way to Washington to see me?" Gerard asks, a hint of surprise in his voice.

I nodded, "mhm...your parents surprised me with tickets."

Gerard couldn't help but smile, "that sounds like them." He moves some of his black hair from out of his face, "did you miss me?"

I hummed in agreement, feeling the effects of the Xanax still. "Yeah...but we need to talk too."

Gerard drunkenly smiles, "okay...what did we need to talk about?"

I take his hand in mine, feeling the sweat on his hand in my own. "Let's go somewhere more private."

Gerard nods and leads me backstage to a more secluded spot, which was away from the prying eyes of the public and staff members. Once we're back stage and alone, he sneaks his hands onto my waist, "what did you wanna talk about?"

I shoved his hands off me, "why did you not contact me for a whole week?"

Gerard frowns, "I was busy."

"You could have called," I pointed out. "But you chose not to, why?"

Gerard rubs a hand over his face, "it's Warped Tour, babe. I've got shows to play, meet and greets, I get to hang out with other bands...I just got busy. It's not my fault."

I crossed my arms, "you left out the parts where you get drunk and high."

He rolls his eyes, "so what if I left those out?" Gerard argues, "I'm on tour and I'm having fun. Stop being such a killjoy."

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" I asked him.

He nods, "a lot, I'm sure. But you don't have to worry...it's not like I'm going to overdose or something. I know my limit."

I trusted Gerard, I knew that he probably did. But what if he thought he could take more and just kept pushing it?

"Can we drop the subject?" Gerard suddenly asks, "I don't wanna talk about this."

"Fine," I huff and give up.

"Have you eaten?" Gerard asks me. "You look thinner...weaker, like you've lost weight."

I couldn't help but bite the inside of my cheek nervously. I couldn't possibly tell Gerard that I hadn't been eating, not only that, I couldn't tell him that the idea of food made me nauseous. Stupid Xanax.

"No," I replied. "I haven't eaten today."

Gerard grabs my hand and begins to drag me out of the back stage area. "You should eat then." He pulls me toward the back stage area that had all these different food trucks set up for the performers. "Is it because of me, or is it because you haven't been taking care of yourself?"

"Both," I admitted. But also because of the Xanax, I thought to myself.

Gerard stops in his tracks and looks at me, "why haven't you been taking care of yourself?"