Honeybean (Gerard Way x Reader)

Cemetery

"I was born and raised here in New Jersey, but you know that already." Gerard looked down at his sketchbook. "I was, uh, working for a comics company, drawing and stuff. My job wasn't the best, I'll tell you that. Shitty hours for shitty pay. Nobody gave a fuck what was wrong with you, eit3her get your drawings out or you get out. Y'know, no matter what you do, in New York there's someone better. They let you know that too. Dangle it over your head." Gerard shook his head and leaned back, taking a deep breath.

I rubbed his back with one hand, trying to comfort him. God, he looked sad. "So, did they fire you? Or did you quit?"

"I quit." He nodded. "It was no use staying there, pissing my life away like that. There were better things I could be doing, making something of myself, not imitating someone else's art for the rest of my life."

"I see."

"So I'm back here. Living in my parent's basement until I can really support myself." He smiled weakly at his feet.

"That's better than wasting your life in some spooky corporate drone job though." I leaned against him and rubbed his arm softly. "And for what it's worth Gerard, I'm glad you're here with me."

"Thanks Y/n."

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GERARD'S POV

There she was. She had been yawning for a couple hours now, but I didn't expect to find her like this. Completely asleep on my floor, paper spread out everywhere, a pencil about to slip from her hair and onto the floor.

Y/n was nice to see, however disheveled. Hair a mess, wrinkled clothes from laying on the floor, and little lips parted ever so slightly to let oxygen in. I didn't want to wake her, but she had been asleep for nearly 30 minutes, and there was something I really wanted to show her. I was running out of patience.

Now on my knees, I rubbed her head and spoke softly to her. "Y/n, hey, get up." Oh God her hair is so soft. "Y/n?"

"What?" She opened her eyes. "Is the house on fire?"

"No, bu-"

"Then why'd you wake me up?" She slurred, face still smushed against her arms.

"Because," I said. "There's somewhere I want to show you."

"Where?" She said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"Just get up, and I'll show you."

"Ugh, fine." Y/n was a little wobbly getting up, but she managed to get her coat and shoes on relatively quickly. "I'm ready to go." She straightened her peacoat and smiled.

My van was clean. This was strange given the state of myself, my room, and my general state of life at the time. I just didn't like having a dirty car, it was too much. Y/n buckled herself in neatly while I struggled even finding the seat belt. She sighed and reached across me, pulling the door handle to release the strap. A twinge of embarrassment hit me at the realization I had shut the strap in the door without realizing it. "Sorry." I grimaced.

"Oh, don't worry about it." She assured. "It was kinda funny anyway."

There was a cemetery out at the edge of town. It was small and not well kempt, but I really wanted Y/n to see it. Nighttime was nearing, meaning that our Cemetery Adventure would have a little extra spookiness to it.

"Alright. This is the place." I undid the seat belt and opened the door. Y/n stepped gingerly out of the car, stretching one leg until the toes reached the ground, then the other, making small steps to where I was.

"It's kind of dark, isn't it?" Y/n said, hands shoved in pockets and standing unusually close to me.

"Yeah, but that kinda makes it better, doesn't it?" I tried to give a comforting smile, but she still looked nervous. "Oh c'mon, I'll be right here the whole time. Nothing's gonna get us, I promise." I took a few steps and Y/n reluctantly followed me.

I led her through the iron gates and down a small path to where the headstones started. Each grave was covered in moss, growing in the engravings and spreading across the stone. We passed each one, examining hastily, not even stopping, just giving a passing glance.

Abruptly, Y/n grabbed my sleeve and tugged a little, signaling me to stop. She knelt down in front of a headstone with a large cherub statue and grazed her hand over the inscription. The words had been coated in a slick material in order to keep moss from taking root, so the heading was clear and simple to read. Her fingers traced over the engraving of a teddy bear, tightening her lips as she read the words.
                
                 Allison Fredericks
                         2000-2005
      Beloved daughter, now with her       Heavenly Father. Our Angel on Earth,                                                 returned to Heaven.

I didn't ask why she stopped. I never do in the cemetery. People have their reasons, and I don't intrude on their relationships with the dead. Soon, however, she was risen, and we continued on our path.

Y/n was skiddish. Every cracking branch, unfamiliar rustling, or bird call forced a sharp inhale from Y/n as she moved closer to my side. There was a loud crash from the adjacent forest, and suddenly Y/n had grabbed my arm with both of her own arms, clinging tightly to me.

"Gerard," she looked up at me wide-eyed. "I don't want to die tonight."

"Y/n, it's okay." I laughed. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

"But, what if its not an anyone?" She shut her eyes tightly and leaned her forehead against my arm. "What if its a thing?"

"Well, I won't let any thing hurt you either, I swear." I stroked her hair softly and smiled. "Are you ready to go back now?"

"Yes please." She said meekly, not letting go of me. I opened my hand and took hers, letting her release my arm. She leaned against me the whole walk back to my van, fingers laced together.

"She was five." Y/n stated, breaking the silence. "Five years old, and died. How is that fair?" Her brow lowered just slightly in anger.

"It's not..." I turned my head to her, caught off guard by her sudden speech. "Did you know her?" I asked quietly.

"I don't have to." She said. "Do you remember what you were like at five? What you wanted, what you thought, what you did? Practically still a baby, is what five is." I stroked her hand with my thumb lightly, surprised by how upset she was. "What is it like? Being that young and dying? Like, did she know? She was probably all confused and scared out of her mind; didn't even know what was going on."

I was silent. What could I say? Sorry? That's weak. All I could do was be there. She wiped her eye, but soon another tear was falling, then another. "Oh gosh Y/n, c'mere." Grabbing her, I enveloped her in a hug so tight, it could have crushed a small animal. "I'm sorry I brought you here, I didn't know it would upset you so badly."

"Its okay," she said, words muffled by my shoulder. "I'm just sad and afraid of the dark is all." She nuzzled me a little bit and laughed. "Can you take me home now?"

"Of course, honeybean."