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Gerard Way x Reader

Title: I'll Love You 'Til My Heart Explodes

(Fluff)

This is Part Two of a two parter. Be sure to read the first part before this one.

----Reader's POV----

The silence ensued and I placed my hand gently on his arm. He didn’t even flinch so much as look over. I didn’t want to go to a restaurant, especially his favourite, with him being super pissed off. He wouldn’t want it either; it would ruin the whole purpose of him doing something nice on his anniversary.

“Gerard, pull over,” I said.
“No, Y/N, I’m fine real-,” he began to say.

“I said, pull over. Now,” I continued. He did just as I said and we stopped at a gas station. I got out of the car and asked him, “Do you want anything?” He just shook his head. I didn’t really want anything either, but I went in nonetheless. He needed some time to breathe, alone. I just bought whatever I picked up first, chewing gum. Not a bad investment.

When I got back to the car I said, “Okay?” to which he replied, “Okay” (not a Fault in Our Stars reference) and smiled. I leaned up and kissed him on the forehead. I let out a relieved sigh.

We started driving again. I felt like apologising, so I started to, “I really do want you to be happy today, Gerard. Sorry about shouting at you back there. I just knew that if I let it continue, then you would completely flip out and be stuck like that for the rest of the night. And all because of some idiot guy on the radio who just wants attention and to stir shit that isn’t true.”

“It’s okay, seriously. And you were right to stop me from exploding completely. It wouldn’t have done any of us good. Now, stop worrying, just sit back and let me drive,” Gerard replied.

When we stopped, we weren’t at a restaurant, or a McDonald’s, so that was a relief. We were at what seemed like, it was difficult to see because it was so dark, a park?

‘Why the hell are we at a park?’ is all that I was thinking in my head. And then Gerard went to the trunk of the car and pulled out a wicker basket. The kinds they would use in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. I let out a small laugh. “What?” he asked. It’s not like I thought it was stupid or laughable, like it was extremely adorable, I just couldn’t believe Gerard went through the effort of actually making food for a picnic.

“You made food?” I questioned, still finding it hard to believe.
Gerard began, “Yeah, well no.” There we go. “I ordered it from (your/favourite/restaurant) earlier today, I packaged it up and brought some utensils.”

That didn’t sit right with me for some reason. And then I figured it out.
“Uhh, you mean that you ordered this in the afternoon. It arrived hot. And you didn’t package it in a flask to keep it hot.”

He winced his eyes, “Shit! I forgot about that. Well, it’s cold pasta for me then. Unless, you’re also interested in consuming cold pasta with me using plastic forks and spoons?” I nodded. I couldn’t refuse, he was so sweet.

He opened the basket and pulled out a chequered blanket and laid it on the grass. He then began to lay out all of the food. A lot of food. “How many people do you think are eating? Six?” I laughed. He looked up and shook his head, smiling. I sat down and put a plate (or container) of the food on my lap and picked up a fork. As I was eating for a few minutes, I couldn’t help but notice the complete awkward silence and then I looked over at Gerard and realised he had been staring at me eating that whole time.

“Mwy aren’ you eadin’?” I said with a mouthful of pasta. He seemed to have only realised that he was doing it, as he jumped slightly and apologised. “Sorry, it’s just you’re really beautiful,” Gerard said. I laughed one solid laugh and looked at him, he wasn’t laughing.

“I’m serious, Y/N. I love you and I think, no, I know you’re beautiful.” I stopped eating and put my food down to listen. “Don’t ever let anybody tell you otherwise, because they’re wrong. I couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else, loving anyone else. Wait, I can, but I know that it would be less. It would be less because I already love you so much, too much. I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest whenever I think about holding you, or being with you in general. How could I love anyone else more, it would surely kill me. So, I would have to love them less, but it would always feel like less than loving you. Even if I did love somebody else, I would always be comparing my love for you with my love for them.” Tears started to well up in my eyes. I never get like this. How does he do this to me? I love him, so much. “I love you, Y/N. I always will. I’ll love you and only you this much, for the rest of my life. Which is why I want to ask you something…”

‘Oh my God, is this happening?’ is all I could think in those few seconds. He rummaged in the basket and pulled something out that I couldn’t see. I hoped he couldn’t see me because my eye makeup was everywhere. “Y/N, I love you, so much. It may seem like I have said that a million times already, but I plan on saying it a million more times.” He then got down on one knee and pulled out a ring.

“Y/N, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I hope you want the same, because then I won’t be awkwardly rejected here…So, Y/N, will you and marry me?” he asked with a smile on his face. I didn’t even have to see him to hear him smile through his words.

“Ye- *cough* yes. Oh god, I will.” I replied, actually crying now. I leaped onto him and he fell over. I kissed him all over his face, his neck, probably his eye at one point. I rested my face into his shoulder and just sobbed for a good thirty seconds. I eventually pulled back and sniffled. He took my shaking hand and slid the ring onto my finger. I heard him give sigh of relief.
“I didn’t know if it was going to fit,” he laughed. I giggled with him and lay on top of him for a while.

We packed up the food and blanket, because we were definitely not going to be eating anything else, and put them in the car. I had a permanent smile plastered onto my face, as did Gerard. “Hey, Gerard?” I said while riding in the passenger seat.
“Yeah?” he replied, still grinning as wide as ever.

“Is my eye makeup okay?” I asked, knowing the answer already.
“It’s fine, surprisingly enough. I could hear you sniffling the entire time I was talking. It’s probably really good quality water-proof stuff,” he said. I stared at him dumbfounded. “What? I have had my fair share of eyeliner experiences, as you know” I laughed and said,
“And I can’t wait to share many more, with you.”

----The End----