Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

Action Cat

TW: addiction (mentioned), overdose (mentioned)

A/N: RAAAH last chapter😈😈 anyway uh epilogue time also thank you so much for reading<33

YOUR POV:

"Mom! Mom! They're gonna be out any second now!" My daughter, Casey, exclaims as she bounces on her feet as she holds the barricade. "I'm so excited, I think I might throw up!"

And I would throw up too, but for a different reason.

So, how did I get here?

Well, Gerard and I officially broke up, and I moved out of New Jersey and moved back in with my parents. I was still popping pills, but had gotten a job working at an art supply store, which is where I met my (ex)husband. We hit it off, got married and I got pregnant with our daughter, only for him to divorce me a week later after I told him the news.

The lights in the arena cut off as everyone screamed their lungs out, including Casey. She was gripping the barricade so tightly that her hands were turning pale. I noticed four silhouettes emerge from the side of the stage, and take their proper places as the first song began to play, The Foundations of Decay.

"See the man who stands upon the hill," Gerard sang as the stage lights came on, which caused everyone to get louder.

My eyes widened as I took in his appearance. He looked so...healthy. He was still pale, but he finally had color in his cheeks again. He was definitely older looking than the last time I saw him, and yet he still looked so young. His hair was still around shoulder length, but it was now dyed brown and it still hung in his face. His hazel eyes had that familiar shine, a shine I hadn't seen in a very long time. His eyes dazzled under the stage lights, but not only his eyes, his wedding ring.

After I broke up with him, I completely stopped keeping up with My Chemical Romance, and any information I heard was through friends and family. I knew that he had gotten sober in only 13 days, and I knew he was married to some bassist named Lynz. Not only that, but I also knew he was a father now.

He seemed so happy.

Not only that, I stopped conversing with his bandmates. The only one who tried to keep in contact with me was Frank, but that was really rare already.

The show continued on as it felt like a blast from the past, but it still felt so new and fresh too.

Gerard spoke into the microphone as they had already gotten through five songs already. "How are we all doing tonight?" Gerard asks the audience, "is everyone alive and well?"

Everyone cheered in response as Gerard nodded, "good. I'm glad." He walked toward the back of the stage to grab his water.

He drank some before returning to the microphone, "this next song is from The Black Parade...and I wrote it for some who meant a lot to me at the time." He truthfully spoke, "I'm not the same person I once was, but this song still means a lot to me."

That's when the intro to I Don't Love You began to play. Everyone screamed, but I could only stare at Gerard who swayed on stage as he waited for his cue to sing.

"Well when you go...don't ever think, I'll make you try to stay," Gerard sang. "And maybe when you get back, I'll be off to find another way..."

I couldn't help but tear up as I knew that this song was written about me. Casey had played the song for me before, but I never thought much of it until now.

"And when you go, would you be the first to say...I don't love you, like I did yesterday," Gerard continued. "Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading, so sick and tired of all the needless beatings. But baby when they knock you and down and out, is where you outta stay."

Gerard glanced over the crowd as he continued, "and after all the blood that you still owe, another dollars just another blow. So fix your eyes and get up," that was when we made eye contact. His eyes widened as he fumbled his words a bit, before he tore his eyes away and looked else where.

•••

Casey was knocked out in the passenger side of the car. Even at fourteen, she would still knock out like a child.

The concert traffic was horrible and the cars weren't moving, so I didn't even attempt to leave yet.

I leaned against the hood of my car with a cigarette in hand.

"I thought you didn't smoke," I hear someone say as I look to see Gerard approaching me.

"I only smoke when I'm missing you," I replied.

Gerard awkwardly stands there, "I stopped smoking...or at least, kinda." His eyes glance inside the car as he noticed Casey, "is she yours?"

I nod and the blow the smoke out of my mouth, "yep. She's mine."

"Oh, uh...congratulations," Gerard awkwardly replies.

"You too." I say, "you have a pretty wife...she's lucky to have you."

Gerard softly smiles as his eyes trail down to his wedding ring, "she is, isn't she? But I'm lucky to have her too." He then notices the lack of a wedding ring on my own finger, "you're not married?"

"I was," I say taking a final drag of my cigarette before dropping it and putting it out under my shoe. "But he left me after he found out I was pregnant."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Gerard frowns. "You didn't deserve that."

I shrug, "it's okay. Also, congrats on having a kid of your own...I know she's up in age."

"Thanks," Gerard nods.

An awkward silence falls over us, but I break it soon after. "I didn't know you still wrote songs about me...even if it's an older one."

"Oh, it's more than just that one," Gerard admits. "After you left, I never stopped regretting how I treated you. I was an awful boyfriend, and it took you leaving to make me realize that. I finally got sober though...after we left Japan."

I nodded, "I heard you did it in 13 days. I'm sure your wife is proud."

He nods, "y-yeah...she is. But, uh, the only way I could cope after you left was writing about it. I've written so many songs that it's pathetic."

"You have?"

"Mhm...more than I can count on one hand. I've spent years trying to move on, and obviously I did, but, I never got over it," he admits. "I never stopped loving you."

My eyes widened at his confession.

"I never moved on," I said. "At least, not in the way I planned."

"How come?" Gerard asks.

"I took some of your things with me," I confessed. "I know I talked a big game, but I couldn't bring myself to truly part with you. I wore your stuff and I cried, and continued to get high...but that all changed when I met my ex-husband. I put all your stuff away and completely closed out that part of my life."

I took a shaky breath, recalling all the memories, "I got addicted to some pretty bad stuff and I ended up in the hospital...I almost died on multiple occasions. But I kept doing it...the last time I went to the hospital for drugs was when I overdosed."

His eyes widened in fear, "you overdosed?"

I nodded, "mhm."

"Please tell you haven't touched anything since—."

I shake my head, "I haven't...I've been clean since 2008 when I got pregnant with Casey. What about you though?"

Gerard shrugs, "same as usual...the band broke up in 2013, I relapsed on alcohol but realized that I couldn't do it since things were different...I put out a solo album and some comic book stuff. Nothing spectacular."

I couldn't help but lean my head on his shoulder, "I missed you."

He places his head on top of mine, "I missed you too."