male/nonbinary reader x mcr oneshots

purely self indulgent don't read lmao

what i wish anybody would have done for me when i did this less than an hour ago uwu

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Whenever things get hard, I run. That's how I've always been.

Sometimes, more literally.

It was a harmless question, Frank hadn't even looked up from his phone while chewing his Froot Loops.

"How come you don't talk that much, Y/N?"

I froze. Memories flooded back into my head. Kids pushing me down flights of stairs, my own mother yelling at me to shut the fuck up, you useless bitch.

I don't talk that much.

It's safer that way.

Frank glanced up at me when I paused for too long. "Y/N?"

My eyes flick up to his. Too much. No.

The chair screeches against the kitchen's linoleum flooring as I shove back from the table and scramble to my feet.

I don't even think, I just go.

I don't have shoes on.

I don't have keys, my wallet, or any plan.

Just my phone, which buzzes insistently as my feet hit the asphalt. It hurts. God, it fucking hurts. There's a blister on the sole of my foot from worn-flat flip flops.

I don't know where I'm going. I walk for what feels like forever. Why doesn't my neighborhood have sidewalks?

I end up at a park. I sit on one of the swings for a while, just lightly rocking back and forth. I watch a little kid try to do a cartwheel in the grass.

"Is that a girl or a boy?" I hear, said in that too-loud kid whisper. I glance over. She's maybe seven, with a look of disdain on her face. I'm taking up one of her swings.

Her mom looks me up and down, eyebrow raised. I curl my toes, stretching them out again.

I leave the park.

I walk to a Jackson's. The little blue house by it has a sprinkler going. The water feels nice.

My phone's at eight percent. I have countless texts and missed calls. I ignore them. I just need the map.

By the time I stumble home, it's dusk. My feet are bleeding. I stand on the porch, hesitating before knocking. I left my keys inside.

Ray opens the door. His eyebrows shoot up and he hurriedly ushers me inside. I try to protest, my feet are bleeding all over the nice wood floor, but he just scoops me up and takes me upstairs.

I think I see Mikey crying at the kitchen table.

I turn my attention back to Ray. He's been speaking to me this entire time.

"...gone for hours. We were so worried-"

I let my head fall against his chest. My head feels thick and loud. I think Ray is running a bath.

He is.

I blink, trying to figure out how he had managed to undress me and get me into the bathtub without me being aware.

The water stings my feet. My eyes hurt. I think I started crying at some point.

I see Gerard, hovering by the door like an anxious vampire. The mental image makes the corners of my mouth twitch up. 

I can hear them talking, but my head is foggy and everything feels distant. I feel light as a feather and as heavy as an elephant at the same time.

When I blink again, I'm wearing Gerard's Jerry Only shirt and Frank's shorts. I'm lying on my back in our bed. The lamp is on, and it illuminates the book Mikey's reading as he lays against my shoulder. Gerard has an arm around my waist, mindlessly running his fingers against my side. I can see vague Frank and Ray shaped blobs in the corner of the room, changing into pajamas. Someone sniffles quietly. Nobody speaks.

I close my eyes.