Gerard Way Smut, Fluff, and Imagines

Don't cry: Imagine

'Shit, Frank where are you?' I walked around my school frantically trying to find my bestie Frank. 'Maybe he's in the boys bathroom?' I walked down the abandoned hallway.

"Frankie, are you in here?" I called out. No one responded. I sniffling coming from a stall. I walked over quietly and knelt down. "Hey, um, are you okay?" I asked the stranger. Just then I heard loud movements and shuffling.

"U-Uh yeah, thanks for asking mam." A boy's voice rang. "It doesn't sound like it. Excuse me for asking but may I come in?" I asked standing up behind the door. The door slowly opened, revealing a tear stained face. A boy sitting on the toilet with bruises and cuts all over him.

"Oh my gosh, did someone hurt you?" I bent down in front of him. "It w-was just Bob and his gang." He sniffled. I wiped his tears away, making him flinch. "I'm not gonna hurt you." I said softly.

"Here, let me fix you up-" "You really don't have to do that miss!" Ignoring him, I got up and grabbed some paper towels. "This is gonna sting a little." I pressed the damp towel against his fresh wounds. "A-Ah!" He flinched. "I'm sorry." Blush rose upon my cheeks.

"I-it's okay, I've felt worse." After a couple wipes the blood was gone. I finished cleaning him up. "How long have they been doing this to you?" "Ever since first year, it's because I'm such a fat ass. They push me into lockers and call me a pig everyday."

He looked down in shame. "Your not fat, your perfect. Your like a teddy bear." I smiled. His cheeks turned pink. "Umm, what's your name if you don't mind me asking?" "It's Y/N, Y/N L/N." I responded.

"Wow, cool last name." He smiled. "What's yours?" "Gerard Way." "Ooh I love the last name. It sounds like your a cool spy." I giggled. "Well thanks for helping me Y/N." Gerard shook my hand. I pulled him into an embrace. He blushed and hugged me back.

"Hey before I go, do me a favor?" I asked. "Sure, what is it?" "Next time you feel upset...don't cry, come to me instead." I said before standing up and walking away. "How can I find you?!" Gerard exclaimed. "In Art class, I'll give you my number next time I see you! Bye Mr. Way!" I skipped out of the bathroom. "Bye Y/N!" He yelled back.

"Hey I was looking for you." Frank jumped out at me. "Jesus Frank, I was looking for you!" "What the fuck were you doing in the guy's bathroom?" He cocked an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes, "Looking for your ass, but instead I found a new friend."

"Who?" Frank's face contorted in confusion. "Gerard, Gerard Way. He's in my Art class. I never bothered to say hello to him. Today I finally had a chance." Frank looked at me stoned face, "Weird answer, but okay!" He smiled wide. The lunch bell rang.

"Shit we're gonna be late!" Frank grabbed my arm and dragged me to the cafeteria.