Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Drabbles Challenge: Gerard Way x Reader

Prompt 5: "You haven't even touched your food. What's going on?"
Word count: 842
A/N: I love current Gerard, so this is hinting at him with his natural hair and warm cardigans. He's just so soft, I love it, okay? Don't judge me.

Since Gerard had overcome his stage fright, he did not really consider himself to be a nervous person anymore, but his fast beating heart, his sweaty hands, and his shaking fingers right now convinced him that he had not lost the ability to be nervous.

Concerned you watched the man at the other side of the table. He was unusually quiet, his long, brown hair falling into his face, his lips pressed together in a tight line, and his fingers playing around with a thread from his olive coloured cardigan. Tilting your head you tried to catch his gaze, but he kept his eyes fixed on the rim of his plate.

It was Tuesday evening, and like every other evening, you had taken the time to prepare a home cooked meal together. Gerard had seemed a little off the entire day, stiff and distant, as if his thoughts were in another realm, and you really hoped it had nothing to do with the comics he was working on. Because if it was about the comics you were unable to help anything.

During cooking he had still joked around, sipping from his coffee, which he had been holding with both of his sweater paws, making him look cosy and warm, but since you had sat down to eat, he had shut himself off. You were almost finished by now, but the noodles with the onion-cream-sauce in his plate were turning cold in front of him.

"Gee," you asked carefully, once more tilting your head in the hopes to catch his eyes, "are you okay?"

Instead of answering he just nodded quickly, not even looking up to you.

"You haven't even touched your food. What's going on?"

No answer.

"It's not something with the publisher, is it? They have approved of the next Academy issue, haven't they?"

"Yeah, it's- I'm fine, the comics are fine-"

Gerard's voice sounded strained, and you felt a sting in your heart. He did not seem to want to talk about it; he was shutting you out. In the three years of dating him he had never shut you out before.

"Okay," you decided, making sure to mask the tinge of hurt in your voice, and sound soft and understanding as you had promised yourself you would always be with him, "but if you want to talk about anything, I'm right here."

"I know, thank you," finally he looked up, and sent you a little smile, but behind his eyes there was something going on, and you were not quite sure what it was, only that it worried, if not even scared him. For a moment he held the gaze, then he looked away again.

You were about to reach over the table to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze when he spoke back up.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, what is it?"

He looked back up to you, determination in his expression that pushed the flicker of fear you had seen just moments ago, into the background.

"Will you marry me?"

It seemed as if the world around you stopped, you were actually pretty sure your brain had stopped working completely.

"What," you stuttered out weakly, not at all having expected him to come up with that.

"I love you, I love so much that it almost hurts, and the past three years have been the best ones of my life. I've been thinking about this for ages, (y/n). I want to spend the rest of my life with you... Would you do me the honour and spent yours with me?"

He fumbled around in the pocket of his cardigan to pull out a little box which he opened to display the ring inside, placing the box on the table between you.

"Oh god," you whispered, unaware that your delayed answer caused Gerard's anxiety to skyrocket, but you really had not seen this coming, and it took you a couple of seconds before your body reacted to what your mind was screaming at you to do.

With shaking knees you got up, and leant over the table, pressing your lips against Gerard's who was nervously kissing you back, still not sure if this was a yes or the last kiss before you would break up with him.

Ignoring the back spots dancing behind your closed eyelids, you wrapped your fingers into his hair, and smiled.

"I want nothing more in the world than to do that," you whispered against his lips, finally feeling him exhale, and loosen all the tension he had been carrying around with him.

"Is that a yes," he asked hopefully, standing up from the chair he was still sitting on.

"It definitely is," you grinned.

With one swift motion he walked around the table, and wrapped you in his arms, lifting you off your feet, and swirling you around happily.

You giggled and laughed, burying your face in his curls.

If this was what the rest of your life would feel like, you would die the happiest person who had ever lived.