MCR Imagines And Oneshots

◇"No gender, only me

(A/n)

Requested by GerardMcCartney851
I hope you like it

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Hey, does anyone know any MCR book with male reader (or OC) or at least gender neutral reader? It's so difficult finding these,,, I've started reading Frerard stories like if they were 'x reader's dfhhdf help

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"(Y/n), you know how much I love you, you're such an amazing-"

"Person," I correct Frank before he can say anything wrong, but my voice carries no reaction to what he's saying and I don't even avert my gaze from my phone, continuing in the same position, sunk in the couch.

Frank is silent for a moment, soon continuing with his rant. "Person," he says as requested, quickly reassuming the whining tone as leaning his head on my shoulder, looking at me with wide pleading eyes. "So wonderful and all, so, why don't you buy me a coffee?" He smiles, batting his eyelashes at me. I narrow my eyes.

"Why don't you ask Gerard? Isn't he going to buy one for himself, anyways?" I raise an eyebrow, looking for Gerard around the room and he's standing by the door, digging in the pockets of his jacket that hangs on the wall. Mikey is probably in the kitchen while Ray is in his room, I guess. We arrived in the city today in the afternoon and we're going to play a concert here tomorrow night before leaving. Since it's the first night we spend in a hotel in a long time, there's this relieved vibe hovering around us while everyone tries to enjoy the stay as much as possible.

"He won't get me one," Frank groans, throwing a glare at Gerard with a small pout. "And it's cold outside and I don't want to get sick again, you know what happened last week," he furrows his eyebrows with a sigh, looking at the nothing in thought for a moment before his pleading gaze meets mine again.

I roll my eyes, "I'm not surprised he's not doing it, considering how annoying you've been." Humming in a playfully stern manner, I poke Frank's cheek, making him drop the cute scowl he'd put on at first after my comment, holding back a chuckle by pressing his lips together.

"But will you, please?" He asks hopefully, adjusting his position on the couch – he's actually on his knees and sitting back on his legs, oversized and warm clothes on.

"Of course," I say with a smile, pocketing my phone as sitting up properly and stretching myself lightly. It aches a bit, but just because I have been sitting here like this for a time now.

Frank grins as seeing me stand up, clapping his hands lightly. "Also, can you buy me some candy? Anything, you know what I like." His words make me stop midway in starting to walk away and look at him questioningly.

"You just asked me for a coffee," I say in a teasingly angry tone, cracking a smile again before he can say anything – he got desperate for a second. "But I'll do, don't worry," I hum as moving to get my shoes and money and Frank ends up following me, making me confused.

"Um, do you prefer me to pay you now, or-"

"You don't need to," I shrug, pulling on my shoes and crouching down to adjust them. He furrows his eyebrows, about to argue, but never has the chance to do so. "C'mon, don't worry, it's not like you don't pay things for me to. If you argue," I say as standing up again, "I'll argue the next time you want to buy me something, so you better shut up."

Frank hums, rolling his eyes, then seems to get an idea. "At least you're nicer than Gerard," he says purposely louder, making the white-haired pause and turn around to look at us. Gerard doesn't understand what's going on at first; nonetheless, he shoots Frank a reprehending glare.