Gerard Way Imagines

Imagine 18

(my nasty meme ass is back cause I'm not just gonna leave you like TF)

I'ma try to make this longer since i've been gone for 87 years

HERE WE GO DON'T JOODGE

"Okay, i'll be over in a bit." Gerard said to you before hanging up the phone.

It was homecoming and you were wondering how you landed such a perfect date. You weren't "dating" yet and you knew you probably wouldn't, but it was still nice that he asked you to go with him.

You sat waiting for a little bit when you heard a soft knock on the door. Excited, you got up and went to the door and opened it.

Standing in the doorway was an adorable (fucking HOT AS FUCK sorry not sorry) boy with dyed red hair holding a bouquet of flowers.

He smiled at you nervously and handed you the flowers. "These are for you." He said.

Shyly, you smiled holding back a smile. "Thank you" you said, giving him a friendly hug.

"Aww you two are so cute!" Your mom said from behind you.

After the 400,000 photos your mother took of you and Gerard, it was finally time to go.

He grabbed your hand and led you out to his car. Like a gentleman, he did the whole opening up and closing the car door for you.

He got in the car and before starting it turned to you and said, "You know, Y/N. You really look beautiful. "

Not being able to believe what you were hearing you said a shy "thank you", again.

He smiled and started driving. You couldn't stop thinking about this. Was this really happening? You really liked him, but weren't exactly sure how he felt about you yet.

Maybe he liked you? No, he's just going with you to have someone. There's no way a guy like him could like a girl like you, right?

You eventually arrived at the dance and once again, he opened and shut the door for you, the car door and the school's.

Hand in hand, you walked in the gymnasium to see a beautiful, almost astrological, themed homecoming.

It was so beautiful and there were "stars" everywhere. It was very romantic and calm.

You danced for a while to some faster songs and then sat out on the bleachers for a while, tired from so much dancing.

The DJ announced that the next song was a slow song and Gerard looked over at you as the music started.

"Wanna dance?" He said, getting up and holding out his hand to you.

You accepted and grabbed his hand. You both moved to the center or the dance floor and he placed his hand gently around your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You've never slow danced with anyone before so it was new for you.

"I, uh, I've never really slow danced before." Gerard said laughing.

"I haven't either." You said back, laughing like him, realizing you both had this in common.

As the song was reaching the last chorus, Gerard started moving slower and closer to you. He gained a more serious expression on his face.

You mimicked his expression waiting for him to say something bad.

You were pulled from your thoughts when he brushed your hair behind your ear and lifted your chin up.

Before you knew it, he was kissing you. It wasn't just a normal kiss, it was full of life, and passion, and strong emotion.

This confused you, because you never thought he would even like you.

Thoughts racing through your head, he pulled back and stared into your eyes.

"I'm sure you can tell now but, Y/N, I really like you. I have for a while. I don't know if you feel the same way, but if you do....would you wanna..." he said, trailing off nervously and looking towards the ground.

"Would I what?" You asked back, heart beating more intensely than you knew was even possible.

"Would you wanna, be my girlfriend?" He said, looking up, waiting for a response.

"Yes." You said, smiling so hard that everyone in the room could see.

"Really?" He said, his eyes lighting up with life and happiness."

"Yes, I've liked you for a really long time, Gerard." You said back.

He smiled and pulled you in for a hug. You stayed like that until the song was over. He kissed your forehead and you two danced to the next fast song.

It was the happiest you'd ever been.

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THAT WAS PROBS BAD AF BUT OH THE FRICK WELL ILL GET BETTER MAYBEE

OKAY SO LIKE. I KINDA WANNA WRITE A DEPRESSING IMAGINE LIKE ONE WHERE ITS NOT ABOUT LOVE BUT RATHER...THE OPPOSITE? IF YOU KNOWWHAT I MEAN IG

SHOULD I OR NAHHH
okay bai

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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