hiiiii may I please request gerard keay x reader, preferably romantic and fluff, gender doesnt matter, thank you!
[ cws & notes ] none! just fluff <3 wc: ~500; sorry this is a little short and also very late >_<
βHow did you even manage to mess it up this badly?β You snort, as you card your fingers through your boyfriendβs hair. As you part it, you can see more of the telltale brown of his roots growing in, but it isnβt limited to his scalp. His hair looks mostly black at first glance, but the more you comb through it, the more you can see patches that heβd missed during his rushed dye-job the month before.
βAre you going to help or not?β Gerard groans, slumping further into his chair. You slide your hands from his hair to his shoulders, giving them a comforting squeezeβeven if it is through a few more giggles.
βI will, I will.β You shake your head slightly, pulling away to grab the box of hair-dye. βThis is the right stuff, yeah? There wasnβt your usual brand, so I just grabbed whatever I could find.β
He shrugs. βItβs black. Itβll work.β
Thatβs enough confirmation for you. You get to work mixing the dye as he sits patiently waiting for you to finish, his fingers drumming against the kitchen table. Itβs standard routine for the two of you by now, a welcomed monotony. Almost dull, in comparison to how the two of you spend the rest of your days.
You slide the gloves over your hands, finally dipping your brush into the mixture. βKeep still,β you say, a reminder that neither of you really need.
He hums, blinking up at you through half-lidded eyes, as you gently paint the dye over his roots. Itβs a rare moment of idleness for him, a brief respite in between his various missions and escapades. You can tell he needs the break, even if heβd hardly admit it to you himself; he held far too much pride to confess to just how exhausted he was, but you could tell. You could always tell.
βHowβs Gertrude been?β You ask, just as you finish with one section of his hair, and move on to the next. Gerard huffs out a laugh.
βThe usual. Cryptic as ever.β
βMhm, that sounds about rightβ¦β As you continue to work, he seems to soften under your touch. His eyes slide shut, and the tension in his shoulders slowly melts away, until he looks moments away from drifting off. You give him a nudge, eliciting a grunt in response. βHey, youβre not falling asleep on me, are you?β
βNot if you keep talking.β He sighs, but straightens up slightly.
A startling thought crosses your mind, that he looksβ¦ comfortable. Almost alarmingly so. Despite knowing him for as long as you have, youβre not used to seeing him without some sort of guard put up, even if he does make an effort to lower it around you. But now, it feels like all of that stress, and all of that lingering paranoia, all of it has fallen away.
βI love you.β You blurt out. The abrupt confession startles him slightly, making his eyes blink open in surprise.
And yet, itβs not out of place at all, because all he does is chuckle, and meet you with an: βI love you too.β
