MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♪;I've fucked to your songs | M.W.

(A/n)

Requested by AloeIero

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"Man, no, I'm totally not doing it," I say with a chuckle as moving to organize the flasks of ink and the papers laying around and clean all the spilled ink from the table too. "That guy is totally crazy!"

Frank looks at me with an amused smirk from his place slouched over one of the couches in the small tattoo parlor, which's empty if not for the two of us since I'm already in the end of a workday. "But you know how much he's willing to pay, right?" He raises his eyebrows lightly as grabbing a paper with a drawing and taking a closer look on it.

"And he'll take away even more from me with a sue because that damn tattoo has everything to go wrong." I sigh, pressing my lips together as also getting rid of my gloves and making sure everything is in its right place and properly cleaned. "But you know he could find another tattoo artist, right?" I glance back at him. "I'm almost completely trusting Ray, y'know, he said the dumb shit only wants me to tattoo him because he apparently likes me or something. What a creep," I breathe as rolling my eyes.

"Stupid," Frank says in the same displeasure as rolling his eyes and places the paper aside. "By the way, did Mikey schedule a tattoo with you tomorrow?"

"He did. He's tattooing the spider from your next album." I throw a glance at the sketch, which I've already left prepared for tomorrow.

The thought of Mikey makes me smile a bit. I honestly wish I was able to talk to him more, but he's always so shy and so quiet when I'm around. He doesn't dislike me, I believe; he really just gets shy, to a point I've caught him blushing a few times, and was really sweet in the few times we happened to talk. Things have been like this since Frank introduced us some time ago, when I also met Gerard and Ray.

"Cool, he seems really excited about it all," Frank says and I hum quietly in response. He sighs, standing up. "I'll get going, (y/n), it's already late. It was good talking to you!" Approaching, he pulls me for a brief hug before starting to walk to the front door.

"Same to you! See you tomorrow!" I smile, waving at him.

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The bell from above the door ringing pulls me away from my thoughts – Mikey awkwardly stands there, the bell ringing again as he closes the door. I smile from my place on the couch. "Hey, Mikes!"

"Hi," he says quietly and presses his lips together in a small smile. There his shy self is again, so I pat the space on the couch next to me.

"Let me just finish my coffee and I'll start soon, okay?" I raise my mug of coffee lightly, watching him sitting down, not on the spot I've patted, but still close to me.

"Don't worry about that, I've arrived early, anyways," Mikey says and the awkwardness is still there, as much as I try to make him more comfortable. His eyes drift away after a moment gazing at mine and we fall in a light silence once again, interrupted by the faint music in the background which I always leave playing in a low volume.

The sound of the mug against the corner table sounds louder than it should as echoing through the room, but I try to ignore it and move to grab what I need, motioning for Mikey to sit more towards the end of the couch.

No word is shared until I'm starting to contour the tattoo, the room only filled with the continuous quiet sound coming from the gun and the music – both of us silent the whole time since I don't want to make Mikey uncomfortable since he's already tense, keeping up to his quiet self, which is always present when he's around me. One of my favorite songs start playing and I smile, mumbling the lyrics quietly.