what is your face gerard

Someone Buy Me Roses

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “could you do an imagine where the reader works at a florist and is really shy and sweet and desolation row gerard has THE BIGGEST CRUSH on them? xx”

A/N: I’m just gonna tag @chemicalimagines because there have been too many mentions of both Desolation Row and florist AUs on her blog for this to not be her fault. 

You were standing behind the counter, debating whether to start straightening the calla lilies on display, when the bell rang, drawing attention the strange, black-haired man who had just walked into the flower shop.

He was wearing a leather jacket, and he had a bandage just above on eye. You wondered what he was doing here. He looked like the type of guy who was more likely to buy Black Flag tickets for his girlfriend than a bouquet. Assuming he had one. But, why wouldn’t he? He was gorgeous, in a bad-boy sort of way.

He looked nervous. You knew you should probably ask him if he needed any help, but you were too shy. Maybe I’m a bad fit for the customer service industry, you thought with a frown. I opened this shop because I’ve always loved growing plants, but if I can’t talk to people who come into the store, I’ll never sell anything.

Then, suddenly, you heard sirens in the distance. It sounded like they were getting closer by the minute. The man jumped.

“Hey!” he said, running up to the counter, taking you aback. “Listen! If you let me hide in the backroom, I’ll buy every damn rose in this place, alright?!”

“Wha…..” you gaped, unsure what to say. Why did the man want to hide here? You realized that the police must be after him, and he was trying not to get caught.

“Please,” the stranger pleaded. “I’m serious. I have the money, I’ll do it. Just help me!”

If he did have money for all of your roses, you wondered where he had gotten it from. For all you knew, he could’ve robbed a bank.

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Request – Chris Argent “A real father”

“No! It’s not true! It can’t be!” You ran out of the house, ignoring Allison, ignoring Chris calling you back. Ignoring Gerard laughing about what he just had told you, about blowing up your entire world. “Leave me alone!” You ran off into the garden, climbed in the tree that was standing in the back, the place you always went to when you wanted to be alone, a place where no one had been able to find you before, a place that was entirely yours. The world blurred before you, as tears streamed down your face. Tears caused by what Gerard had just said to Chris, knowing you were there.
“She’s not even yours!” The words kept going through your head. Kate? Crazy aunt Kate was your mother? Everything you knew was a lie.
“Y/N?” You heard Chris walking through the garden, looking for you, calling you, but you weren’t going to let him know where you were. “I know you’re up there, and you’re not going to stay there alone!” You looked down and saw him standing under the tree, looking up, searching for you between the branches, finding you.
“How did you know?” He forced a small smile on his face.
“I always knew… everyone needs a place alone.” He really always knew where you had been, and he had always let you?
“And I want to be alone right now… I don’t need you!” He started to climb the tree, coming up to you.
“If you’re not planning to come down, I’m coming up. You shouldn’t be alone right now…” It didn’t take him long to reach the branch you were sitting on, and he sat down next to you.
“I don’t need anybody.” You avoided looking him in the eye. “And you’re not even my father!” He put a hand on your shoulder, a hand you shrugged off immediately.
“All those years growing up with me suddenly didn’t mean anything anymore?” You didn’t answer, didn’t want to answer. Just like you actually didn’t want to lose Chris as a father. You were just angry for not telling you. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this…”
“Then you should have told me!” You turned to him, looking at him, angrily.
“I should have. But I never found the right moment. That is my fault. Can you give me a chance to make it right?” Again he put a hand on your shoulder, wanting to comfort you, and this time you let him, you didn’t shrug him off.
“I don’t know what I can believe anymore…”
“You may not be my own flesh and blood, but I still love you as my own daughter. Raising you, seeing you grow up, loving you made sure you are mine, not your DNA. That is something you can believe.” He started to climb down, having told you what you had to hear, what he absolutely had to tell you, and waited for one moment when he was on the ground again. Then you decided he deserved a chance to prove what he had said, and you started to climb down as well. He waited for you, caught you in his strong arms when you leaped down the last part, as you always did. He didn’t let you go, pulled you in a hug.
“I don’t want to lose you…” you heard him whispering in your ear.