Gerard Way Imagines

He Neglects You Unintentionally.

Gerard has been really busy and you totally understood that.

Being in a band and a really talented comic book artist on the side was a handful and a half.

But with that, it meant that you were neglected quite often.

It shouldn't have effected you as much as it did seeing how as you were always alone and neglected as a child.

But it did.

It totally fuckered you over because in the beginning, Gerard spent all his time with you. Always gave you his undivided attention no matter what.

You got so used to being given all this attention and you really liked it. It made you feel loved and wanted.

And now he's always away and buried neck deep in issues with his comic books or the band.

But you didn't complain for the fear of him thinking you were just a whiny bitch and didn't want to be with you any longer.

So you kept quiet. Let him do his thing and you did yours. Hell sometimes you both didn't sleep in the same bed!

He'd be in the bed and you either on the couch or Bandits bed when she was at her Lindsey's house.

You'd cry yourself to sleep on a many occasion wishing that Gerard would have his arms wrapped around you and kiss you all over your face trying to get you to giggle wildly.

But it never happened and it hurt you to know that.

One morning, you woke up way too early for normal humans and felt the sudden urge to break down and cry.

But you didn't.

You just heaved yourself off the coushion-y couch and started to make coffee in your-Gerard's Batman boxers and your white muscle shirt.

It was routine really. Except for the waking up at a ridiculous hour.

You make coffee, go around the house and gather clothes and do them as Gerard woke up and went about whatever he did.

You honest to god didn't know. You never really noticed. Only kept to your thing and left him to work.

But today was different.

You can say it was the fact that you used the last resort organic decaf coffee.

Or you could point out the obvious fact that you were awake at 4:17.

But what it really was, was that Gerard's arms wrapped around your body and his flat thin lips touched lightly to your bare shoulder.

No words were exchanged.

Gerard only turned off the coffee maker and carried you up to the bedroom, flopping you down and cuddling you.

Still, no words were uttered. You both just bathed-more like drowned in each other's presence.

You felt something. Something you haven't felt in a long while.

Alive. Warm. Full. Complete. Wanted.

Loved.