gerard way x reader part three
warnings: high school au, gerard is a loner, awkward interactions, you’re at his house, he’s still nervous as hell
a/n: i decided to make this into a fic
part one | part two | part three
tags: @strawbegee @silver-lemons404 @rx4ueen
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you and gerard are sitting on his bed, notebooks and various worksheets spread around it. he’s fiddling with one of the worksheets, your name written next to his. he has to forcibly stop himself from smiling.
“so, uh, for the project we have to get to know each other..” gerard mumbles awkwardly.
“alright then, tell me about yourself,” you say calmly, sitting crisscrossed on his bed. he panics internally, trying to think of things that won’t make him sound like a loser.
“uh, i like comics..music..star wars..stuff like that..” he looks into his lap, cheeks going a little pink.
you hum, writing it down on the worksheet that says ‘get to know me!’ in big, bold letters. “what kinda music?”
“nice,” you say with a nod, also writing that down.
you said his favorite band was nice.
he gets a little giddy, his heart nearly pounding out of his chest. “so! what kind of stuff do you like?”
you tell him some of your favorite things, like the type of music you listen too, the movies and tv shows he likes. he smiles when he hears something he enjoys too, saying he likes it as well.
at this point he’s a little more confident, not as nervous. you’re starting to see a side most people don’t get to see.
“you uh, have good taste in movies..” he mutters, barely audible. you flash him a smile, thanking him. you scoot a little closer to him when you notice his drawings. little doodles that are well detailed.
“i didn’t know you drew,” he jumps a little by your closeness.
“y-yeah! it’s just a dumb hobby i picked up..”
by the end, gerard has become even more obsessed with you, practically swooning. when you gather your things, he stands awkwardly behind you, not-so-subtly checking you out.
he walks you to the door, waving goodbye with a boyish smile, warmth flooding to his face. you smile and wave goodbye back, walking away.
god, he’s smitten for you
a/n: this is short and dumb
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