Emo Trinity x Reader

Gerard Way x Reader - Not Every Morning Is Good

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Warnings: mentions of struggle with mental health
Word count: 1 222

You did not even have to open your eyes to know that today was not the best of days. It was a lead heavy body and anxious thoughts running wild in your mind. Groaning you turned around in bed. It was Saturday, so you did not have to go to work, but you had a brunch meeting with one of your friends and no matter how much you liked them, you did not want to go at all. Next to you, Gerard moved, slightly and a moment latter he placed a warm hand on the small of your back. His breath fanned over the shell of your ear and he gently kissed the side of your neck, slight stubble scratching against your soft skin.

"Good morning, my love," he purred with deep, raspy morning voice.

You just groaned again in response. You did not want to get up. You wanted to stay in bed, between all the soft, cozy blankets and sleep the day away, hoping that tomorrow would be better. But you had to get up, your friend would be pretty unhappy if you were late for that reservation in the fancy café where you wanted to meet.

"That good, uhu?"

Gerard's tone had changed drastically. Had he been playful and joking earlier, he was now serious, concerned, worried. He rubbed tiny circles into your back in an attempt to make you relax and gently kissed your hair.

"It's Saturday, we can just stay in bed," he offered, knowing exactly how you felt.

You still had your face buried in the pillow, wanting to say 'yes', just forget about the stupid brunch and stay cuddled against Gerard's side for the rest of the day, or at least morning.

"I've got brunch with Rebecca," you mumbled, your words muffled by the pillow.

"I've got that," Gerard answered.

You felt him lean over you and reaching to the bedside table where your phone was resting. You heard the tiny bling when he unlocked the screen. You heard him scroll through your phonebook. Usually you were pretty sensible to people using your phone, but this was Gerard. He knew he better kept his fingers off of your phone if he wanted to keep them, unless it was an emergency like this.

"Hey Rebecca? Yeah, this is Gerard, (y/n)'s fiancé," you heard him say into the phone. An unintelligible voice on the other side was replying. "Listen, I know you have a date for brunch today, but (y/n)'s really sick... yeah, got a terrible fever and has been throwing up the whole night, poor thing... yeah, I know... No, you don't need to come over, I think I got everything handled... lots of tea, copy that... I'll give you a ring if we need anything, thank you... (y/n) lets you know they are really sorry... I'll tell them, yes, thank you. Bye!"

He was still leaning over you and placed the phone back on the bedside table before leaning back into the matrass.

"Liar," you whispered, turning your head and finally getting a look at the man next to you.

His dark hair was tangled and wildly stood up in all possible directions. He had a mark from the folds of the pillow across his face and was smiling lovingly at you.

"It was a white lie," he insisted, using the opportunity of seeing your face and pecked your lips.

You smiled back at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours.

"You are impossible, Gerard Way," you told him quietly, staring into his beautiful eyes.

"Only for you," he replied, kissing you again.

For a while you stayed like that, legs tangled up between the sheets, fingers woven into each other's hair and lips gently caressing skin. Warm light of a beginning day shone through the closed curtains into the room, the joyful song of birds outside filled the air with life.

You were half asleep when Gerard unwrapped himself from your embrace and quietly got up. You wanted to complain, wanted to tell him to stay in bed with you, to not leave you, but you were too tired, to worn out by the dark thoughts your mind was still telling you. You heard him rummaging through the kitchen, heard him open drawers and use the tab. A few minutes later he returned, accompanied by the delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee and crusty, backed toast.

He placed a tablet with a plate and two cups on the bed next to you, presenting the late breakfast he had made for the two of you. He jumped on the matrass and wrapped an arm around your shoulder before taking one of the toasts with chocolate cream and guiding it to your mouth.

"Open up," he told you.

You grinned, feeling like a little kid, and did as he said, taking a bite of the bread. After you had taken the bite, Gerard took one for himself, before offering the toast to you again. He kept feeding you like that, guiding the bread to your mouth and saying something stupid like: 'open the garage, here comes grandma ruby!'. He made you laugh and giggle and in the end he had fed you with several toasts, all with different kinds of toppings.

After you had finished the toast, the coffee had cooled down to a drinkable temperature. Gerard had of course prepared it exactly the way you loved it, and you warmed your fingers on the still warm cup while quietly talking to Gerard.

"You are the best, you know," you told him, "I don't even know how I deserve you."

"You know exactly how you deserve me," Gerard told you, setting aside the cup you were still holding and cupping your face in his hands. "You are the most wonderful, inspiring and gentle person I have ever met in my life and I'm only doing what you have already done for me too."

It was true. Both of you struggled with mental health sometimes. You had taken a day off once to look after Gerard and cuddle him the whole day long when he was feeling bad. Another time you had spontaneously packed the car and decided that the two of you needed a weekend away from home, away from the trouble that always came along with the safety. It was a regular thing for you to bring breakfast to Gerard's bed, simply because you loved spoiling him, he deserved it.

You wanted to tell him that all the kind things, the way he saw you as this amazing person, was just in his head, but you were distracted by his perfect lips against yours. He still tasted of coffee and strawberry jam, and your mind went dizzy at the sensation. Even after all this time you had spent together, he still took your breath away with one single kiss.

You spent the rest of the morning in bed, not caring about the sun that was standing high in the sky outside or the two missed calls from Rebecca. Your focus was on each other, skin against skin, fingers tangled in hair, lips against necks and quiet words of encouragement. You were thankful for this man next to you, so much more thankful than you could have ever imagined.