MCR Imagines And Oneshots

◇^Why to be sorry | G.W.

(A/n)

Requested by jade_young21
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I look over at Gerard. He seems focused on his phone – apparently watching another one of these curiosities and details you lost in <insert here any superhero movie> videos and certainly won't get his attention off it so easily. That's good. I continue observing him for a moment longer before turning away, in an angle I know he won't be able to see my face, and let out all the fucking tics I've been holding back for a while now, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. It's easy hiding the other tics, often connecting them to another action or giving them a whole different context, but the same unfortunately doesn't happen so easily to the face ones.

The nervousness, however, ends up being a mistake since its usual effect is to worsen the tics. A sigh escapes my nose as I try to calm down, what successfully works.

Probably the sigh is louder than I had intended since Gerard glances at me while the sound of the stupid little song of the video coming to an end fills the room and he doesn't even need to look at his phone to turn it off and place it on the small table by the couch.

"You fine?" Gerard smiles lightly, humming when I nod. He leans closer for a moment to press a kiss to the side of my face and I'm thankful he doesn't pay much attention to it, then yawns as stretching himself lightly.

It is just another lazy afternoon on Gerard and Mikey's place, though we're alone since Mikey left some hours ago, muttering something vague about Ray that Gerard and I didn't give much attention to since we were talking with each other at the moment, but it was enough to understand Mikey's certainly not coming home so early. It's not like we have anything against his presence, but it gives us more freedom, in a way.

We usually spend the weekends together, either with him coming to my place or the other way around, like now – like if we didn't spend most of the time glued to each other, but that's not the case in question. It came to a point where I can control most of my tics around Gerard, or simply calm myself enough for so, but it's still annoying. There's still this voice in the back of my mind telling me he wouldn't like me so much anymore if he found out about my tics and start feeling different about me; I like him too much to risk anything. I know he likes me a lot, but still...

"Let's go take a breath," Gerard says as standing up, reaching a hand for me to take it, making a motion that doesn't really give me the opportunity to refuse the offer.

It's peacefully quiet both in the house and also outside it as we sit on the stairs of the back porch. The silence is thick in the air, but not uncomfortable. The day really feels like a Sunday, if it makes sense. Dense and with nothing much happening.

"Wanna go somewhere later?" Gerard's voice sounds distant, but he soon turns to look at me, eyes noticeably heavy with the lack of sleep he can't really , adjusting mydo anything about. "We could go to Devil's Nest again or something," he suggests with a small smile. We were there last week, a bar down the street, which's actually a nice one and doesn't have the constant horrible smell these places usually carry. I guess the band plays there once in a while, what'd justify how Gerard's often going there; a fancier and most likely more expensive place than the ones the guys and I usually frequent.

I glare at him, silent for a moment.

"Both of us have things to do tomorrow morning and I don't want you dying over the counter of that store again." My look softens at the pout he shows me, shoulders falling a bit. Even so, his attempt of convincing me doesn't work.