MCR Imagines And Oneshots

◇*Pure my ass | R.T.

(A/n)

Uh, here's an oneshot requested by the-mellokid ((the only thing he talks about lately is Ray-))

Btw, I guess I'll write some oneshots with the 2019 era soon, they need to be more valorized-

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[Male reader]
(I'll put an * in the the title whenever it's a male reader one, ok)

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"You don't know him." I furrow my eyebrows lightly, leaning forward slightly as placing my hands over the backrest of the dark brown couch, but Mikey just shakes his head with a light shake of head.

"I've know him for a long time, please." He takes a last bite of his cookie and slaps the scrubs off his hands, letting them fall to the couch; something that most certainly will be a reason for him being scolded by Gerard later.

"Yeah, he'd totally act towards his boyfriend the way he acts towards his friends." I say sarcastically, copying his reaction to my previous statement. All I receive in response is a look of someone who asks themselves if the other will continue insisting in something that's clearly not real. Internally freaking out, I run a hand through my hair while widening my eyes at him, just to be ignored.

"Hey, what're you two talking about?" Ray says, making Mikey and I immediately whip our heads towards him since we hadn't noticed his presence in the room previously. The taller male walks to beside me then stops there with a hand also over the backrest and I just take notice of where the other one is when feeling his palm against my ass for a moment.

My eyes widen at the same time my eyebrows furrow, "Did you see it, Mikey?" I take a step away from Ray and extend an arm towards him. "He just slapped my ass!"

Mikey has an unimpressed and unbelieving look on while staring at me. "(Y/n), it's Ray, he'd probably ask for permission or something." He says in a tired tone, turning his attention to the notebook he has over his lap, completely ignoring how I silently plead him to at least consider the opposite.

Defeated, I let my arms fall to my sides and turn to Ray with my lips pressed together. The motherfucker just smiles sweetly, with a small hint of smugness in it. Something else pops up in my mind and I speak up again, "But did you see this?"

"What?" Mikey sounds done with everything, yet it's not a reason for me to give up.

"There's a hickey in my neck from last night's party!" I pull down lightly the collar of my shirt, pointing at where I think the spot is when his eyes finally rest over me. He raises an eyebrow, takes a good look at Ray - who, incredibly, seems like a fucking pure innocent sunshine that never hooked up in his whole life - and breathes out.

"Are you sure, (y/n)?" There's a worried hint in his voice and it's honestly difficult resisting to the urge of punching his face while Ray quietly chuckles in the background, increasing his sunshine vibes.

"You'll see, Mikey," I point at him while talking, my stressed voice letting my anger obvious as it comes from between my teeth, "I'll show you I'm right, you'll see." Still in disbelief, he scoffs, but our chances of continuing to talk about this are eliminated when Gerard and Frank walk in the room.

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I sigh as looking around the now empty place, faint conversation coming from the kitchen - where the four are - turns the atmosphere even more comfortable, considering the Way house already transmits that feeling. My attention, however, is averted from the notebook I have in hands once I feel arms snaking around my waist while lips come in contact with my neck; that makes me shrink immediately. "R-Ray!" I mutter quietly, shivering with the feeling of his lips brushing against my neck; my grip tightening around the notebook.

"What the hell?" The question that sounds more like a statement catches out attention, making me freeze as Ray casually moves his hands to my waist and smiles innocently at the other.

A confused expression is present over Mikey's face as his eyes flicker over us, processing what's happening. Meanwhile, I try to not die.

"See?" I throw the notebook on the couch then my hands in the air. I inhale, "He's the devil in disguise!" And it seems like he finally believes me; his chin dropping lightly as his eyes move to Ray with disbelief, clearly understanding everything that I told him is true. The thing is that Ray acts like if nothing happened, smiling sweetly like if we're in a normal situation, what gives me the light impression nothing really happened. Does this man have some powers or what?

"How come? Why? Since when?" A lot of questions spill from Mikey's mouth as he comes closer, almost freaking out; his hands dramatically moving around while he talks.

"Right?" I frantically nod, feeling excited and relieved that he finally saw the truth.

"Oh God!" It still looks like he is still trying to take in everything; having known what's actually happening, but trying to convince his mind and change every thought he had about the other before this event. While the both of us talk, Ray walks out of the room - something we don't really care about, continuing to discuss about him. Our conversation, however, is interrupted when Gerard and Frank walk in the room, including us in their own.

"Hey, hey," Frank stands between us while Gerard has his arms crossed, watching everything with an expression of who knows what's exactly going to happen. "isn't it true that people who produce porn don't care about the video's story, just the fucking?"

There's a moment of silence and no, not because we're shocked by the question - damn, it's something normal coming from Frank, it's just another day in our lives - but because we need to think for a moment.

"Yeah." I nod, raising an eyebrow, "it's practically, oh, they got stuck in a window! To help them? Of course not, let's just fuck!" My voice tone and expression change lightly as I pretend to be any of those idiot porn actor. "Then they're either fucking in twenty seconds or after a complete nonsense story that takes two thirds of the video."

"Oh, this guy is here to fix my sink pipe?" Mikey jokes along, doing the same. "We should certainly fuck!"

A loud laugh leaves Frank's lips as he turns to Gerard, "I told you!"

"I never said something different from it, Frank!" The white haired huffs while throwing his hands in the air; the scene of Frank ignoring how Gerard holds himself back from strangling him makes Mikey and I laugh.

"That's not worse than the ones where someone else sits by, seeming completely oblivious to everything." Mikey's comment makes up laugh as agreeing.

"Pretty much every one with the title step-dad fucks step-daughter. Completely gross, in my opinion, tho." The new voice in the room just causes a total silence to fall in the room when we notice who is its owner - there, Ray stands with the sweetest smile. While Mikey and I stand there knowing everything already, it seems like Gerard's and Frank's eyes are going to fall off their faces from how widened they are.

"Hah!" I clap my hands, "Told you!"

"Ray?" Gerard says through a laugh of disbelief, "Weren't you, like, the sunshine? Pure?"

"Pure my ass." I mutter, scowling.

"I'm 29." Ray breathes out, giggling too.

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