gerard way oneshots

catch a flight

authors note: sorry i was gone for so long! i've been thinking a lot recently. anyway, i miss being on planes and in airports so much, and i decided to write this. there is also a dire lack of mcr fanfiction in the world.

"baby, we gotta get up, we need to be at the airport in a couple hours." gerard said, his morning voice vibrating deep in his chest. you turned over in your bed to face him beside you. "we're going on a plane together, gee" you smiled from ear to ear. you felt weird for loving flying so much. being trapped in a metal shell for hours on end, hurtling through the sky at insanely high speeds. but you just did. "we are." he said, staring at you lovingly. "the fact you love it so much makes me less nervous. i'm happy that you're happy" gerard added. and yes. gerard was scared of flying. not scared scared, but enough for him to HATE doing it alone. even with you, he took enough xanax before you boarded for him to sleep for days on end.  "i'll hold your hand the whole time, and i'll squeeze it extra tight if there's turbulence." you reassure him. "oh don't even say that, i'll start panicking." you smile helplessly at his own drama, and lean into him, pecking the tip of his nose, before getting out of bed.

the crisp semi-darkness of very early mornings was one of the best feelings to you. the nostalgia it brought hit you like a truck. as you walked up to the entrance of the airport, suitcase in hand, you couldn't be more excited for something you'd done a hundred times before.

after checking in your bags and going through security, you could finally relax a little. you looked around at all the stores in the little court you had free reign over until you needed to get to your gate. you walked over to a perfume stand and started taking bottles off and spraying them on your wrist. "this smells so bad, oh my god" you mumbled and gave gerard your wrist to smell. you couldn't hold in your laughter at how awful it smelled. "how old are we? how is this funny to us?" gerard sighed through chuckles. you walked hand in hand away from the stall to be childish elsewhere, and not to bother anyone for too long with your lovesick and tired giggles.

chimes over the intercom signalled your time to get to the gate. gerard went strangely silent compared to how excited he was seconds ago. he was a ball of nerves, you could just tell. the way he hid how terrified he was of flights just because you loved them so much, warmed your heart more than you thought was possible. "it's gonna be okay gee, i promise. you have me, and i won't leave you the whole time. we can hold hands the whole time if you want." you saw a smirk sneak onto his lips. "i love you." was all he said in return.

seated. still. you sat squished together, side by side in your little airplane seats. "see? it's never that bad is it love?" you whispered in his ear so he could hear you. "not at all. especially not with you here. and, i guess, xanax..." "i'm glad. i don't care what it takes for you to be happy. i'd give you it. gimme your hand." gerard put his palm onto yours and you started tracing them. each intricate detail, each vein, each blemish, each curve. it was all so perfect and beautiful. you lifted each finger and admired it. you remembered how he looked with a cigarette resting between his index and his middle finger, longing to see it again. gerard pressed a kiss to your temple, showing you that he was paying attention. you let out a low hum in appreciation and kept playing with his hands. the way his tips of his fingers were firm from drawing. his stray pinkie, that seemed to stick out no matter what. it was all perfect to you. his head gently dropped onto your shoulder, his breathing started to slow, and just like that, he was asleep.