Bullied || Gerard Way x Reader

♡ Jerry ♡

* (Y/N)'s POV *

I woke up on Gerard's shoulder. I try to carefully push my way through so I don't wake him up.

"Where are you going...?" Gerard uttered sleepily. "To the store. I need to get food." I laughed.

"Oh, okay...stay safe please." Gerard muttered, before curling up into a ball, and falling back asleep. That's adorable.

I head outside, and start walking towards the grocery store. I didn't have a car, after all.

After a while, I finally made it to the grocery store. But, I didn't get to go in, because a familiar face just so happened to be at the entrance with his friends.

Fucking Jerry.

Do I really need groceries?

Yes, the fuck I do.

And Jerry isn't gonna stop me from getting some fucking pancakes.

I walk over to the entrance, and just as I expected, Jerry stops me. "Oh, heyyy (Y/N). Wheres your little boyfriend blink 182?" He laughed, grabbing my shoulders.

"Fuck off." I hissed. "I only stopped you for something." Jerry smiled. "Whatever the fuck it is, I'm not in. Now let me go." I spat, staring at him with all the anger I had collected for him.

"I came here to repay you, for kicking my dick." Jerry smiled evilly. Shit. I'm gonna get my ass kicked. In front of a supermarket.

Jerry drags me by the hair over to the seemingly empty parking lot, and starts throwing punches all over me. I tried to fight back, but he had a decent grip on my hair, so everytime I moved, pain shot through my skull.

So, I sat there and took it. He had been punching me for like thirty minutes, and he didn't seem to be getting tired.

Just then, I heard someone screaming my name from the end of the street. I achingly turned my head. It was Gerard.

He looked terrified. I could tell he wanted to help, but both him and I knew he would get his ass kicked, too.

But, despite all logic, Gerard ran over here. "Oh-ho shit, it's Blink 182! Here to save this asswipe?" Jerry laughed, still keeping a grip on my hair.

"Leave her the fuck alone." Gerard yelled. "Do you wanna get your ass kicked, Blink 182? I suggest you leave." Jerry said.

"No. I'm not just gonna sit here and let her get her ass kicked by you!" Gerard yelled, before pushing his black hair away from his face.

Then Gerard approached him slowley, and punched him square in the face. I could tell it was a hard punch, Jerry literally fell. He let go of my hair, and grabbed his cheek.

He got back up again after a few minutes, and tried to tackle Gerard. He moved out of the way, and kicked Jerry in the shin. Jerry toppled over once again.

Gerard looked over, and gave two thumbs up at me, before throwing another punch at Jerry. Jerry fell onto the floor, and Gerard grabbed his face and pulled it upwards.

"Don't fuck with us again." Gerard said, with a monotone expression. Jerry and his friends ran off after that, and Gerard gave the largest smile I've ever seen him give.

"I did it, (Y/N)! I actually fought back this time!" Gerard smiled. His smile faded when he examined all off the bruises and cuts on me.

"Shit (Y/N)...I'm sorry I didn't come here earlier, I noticed that you were gone for a long time so I came to see if you were okay. Fuck...sorry." He said, pulling me into a hug, as I was lying on the concrete.

"No, Gee, it's okay...You could've gotten hurt..." I said, examining his face, to see if he had any bruises.

"No, I'm fine! I never actually fought back before, but this time I saved you!" Gerard smiled. "You did. Thanks." I smiled back.

"Comon, we need to get you home. Fuck, you have a lot of bruises. Here." Gerard said, before picking me up bridal style.

I bet this was an abnormal thing to see on the street. Some cute, pale kid carrying a girl covered in cuts and bruises. It probably looks like a scene from a vampire movie.

"I'll get groceries next time, okay?" Gerard asked, kissing my forehead. "Alright..." I sighed. "I'm still really proud of myself for saving you this time. All this time I've been such a whiny bitch..." Gerard sighed.

"You're not a whiny bitch, Gee. You were just afraid of consequence." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I guess you're right." Gerard said.

We finally arrived back at my house, and I gave Gerard the keys so he could unlock the door.

We went inside, and he placed me down gently onto the couch. "Fuck...uh....can you like....show me where the bruises are?" Gerard asked.

I pointed to my collarbone, my arm, my stomach, and my leg. "Fuck, how am I supposed to-"

"No, it's fine, Gee. I'll bandage myself up." I said, trying to get up, but failed miserably. "No, let me do it." Gerard said. "Um...you kinda have to...lift your shirt up...So I can..." Gerard muttered.

I laughed, and lifted up my shirt to my ribcage. He was stuttering the whole time he was wrapping the bandages. I was just mentally laughing at his flustered expression the whole time.

He finally finished wrapping up all the bruises and cuts, and sat down on the couch beside me.

He pulled me close, and buried his face in my neck. "I'm so sorry about all this..." Gerard muttered. "It's okay..." I smiled.

"I love you...." Gerard said.

"I love you too, Gee." I smiled.