MCR Imagines

You have been dating Gerard Way, from My Chemical Romance for around three years. He had told you that he had something special planned for you tonight, and you couldn’t wait to see what it was. All he did was leave a note saying, be ready at five. Next to it, there was a red, form-fitting red dress with black heels and a black lace cardigan. The dress itself must’ve costed him a fortune, but you knew he loved treating you every so often.

It was around three in the afternoon, and you decided to get a shower. You head in the bathroom to see towels already laid out for you, and your favorite soaps on the edge of the tub. You smiled, knowing Gerard must’ve done this for you.

You undress, and get in, letting the hot water wash away all the cares in the world. You were in there for a while, and by the time you get out, it was already almost 4:30.

Shit, you thought.

You almost run in to your bedroom. Almost… you knew after freshman gym class, you would never run again, and you stuck to your word.

You slip on the dress, and almost get the zipper all the way up; you figured the cardigan would hide the fact it wasn’t up all the way, and you knew it wouldn’t slip off. You put your cardigan on over the dress, and went in the bathroom to fix your hair and makeup.

You simply put your hair in a simple, not too messy of a bun and do basic black eyeliner. You check the time, 4:57. You hurry down the stairs, forgetting to grab your shoes on the way down, causing you to make a second trip up and down the stairs. You put on your shoes, and make damn sure that you have everything on your purse.

You hear a car pull up, and you look out the window, seeing Gerard walking up to the porch. You open the door before he has a chance to.

“You ready?” He asks you.

“Yeah, where are we going?”

“This fancy little restaurant I found. I think you’ll love it.”

“Well then, let’s get going, shall we?”

“After you.”

He takes your hand and opens the car door for you. You climb inside, and he gets in on the other side of the car.

He holds your hand and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for about 20 minutes, until he pulls up at a small restaurant called ‘Nine in the Afternoon’.

He gets out, and opens the door for you, taking your hand, and leading you inside the building.

He opens the door for you, and the two of you step inside. The restaurant looked really nice, with lit candles at every table.

Gerard walks up to the host, whose nametag said ‘Patrick’.

“Two for Way,” Gerard says.

Patrick sighs. “You’re late. Follow me.”

He leads you to a small table in a corner, decorated with fancy little folded napkins, and a vanilla scented candle.

“Your server will be here in a moment,” Patrick says.

“Thanks,” you respond.

Patrick walks away back to his little booth thingy.

“Sooo, how was your day?” Gerard asked.

“Not bad. Same as usual. How abou-” you got interrupted by the waiter.

“Hello, my name is Ray, and I will be your waiter tonight. Could I get you started with something to drink?”

“A bottle of Champagne should be just fine. Thank you,” Gerard responds.

“I’ll be right with that.”

The rest of the dinner goes pretty well, until Gerard threw a crouton from his salad at you.

“You bitch,” you say, and retaliate with a crouton from your own. It goes to be an all out mini war with croutons, until the manager, named Brendon, has to kick you two out for making such a huge mess in the restaurant, and one of the croutons landed in someone else’s food.

Gerard takes your hand, and leads you into the parking lot, and the two of you make your way out to the car, but before you get inside, Gerard kneels on one knee and pops the question.

“(Y/N), these have been the best three years of my life, and I want to have many more like them, so would you marry me?” Gerard says, opening a little black box out of his pocket, and opening it to reveal a silver ring with a large diamond in the middle.

“Hell yeah!”

Notes

You can leave the rest of this to your imagination. I feel like there are too many band references in this. Thanks to the author Left Shark for the idea for the Imagine, and if you want one, remember to comment the idea, and I’ll write it and credit you the idea for it.