MCR Imagines And Oneshots

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"What are you doing, dear?" I raise an eyebrow at Ghoul – he lays on the ground on his back, in front of me, legs thrown in the air while he looks at me, upside down. "Stupid," I joke, flicking his forehead, but not enough to hurt. He pouts. Baby.

"Why? Can't I be like this?" He whines and I can't help but to chuckle, scoffing. "It's fun."

"I see," I hum as observing him for a moment and brushing a few strands for dark hair away from his face, something he seems to appreciate as closing his eyes with a sigh while slowly letting his legs fall to the ground once again.

"Hey, (y/n)," Kobra says from the other side of the room, seeming stressed as looking down at whatever he has in hands.

"Yes, darling?" I lean back against the refrigerator, looking at the male in an attempt of figuring out what he got there. It takes him a long moment to reply, but, soon, he comes to join Ghoul and I and now I can see he's got what looks like a Scarecrow radio transmitter, which he of course doesn't know how it works.

"How does this..." He starts fidgeting with it once again. I roll my eyes.

"Give me this." I easily open the white object and carefully remove a specific piece of it, which I throw to the ground before managing to stomp on it. "It might work perfectly now. It was just a coder so other devices can't even detect it; some also record the audio for archive."

Kobra raises his eyebrows in certain amusement as taking the transmitter back in hand. "Thanks!" He grins.

"Where did you get this one, love?" I ask curiously and I currently wonder where's mine. This one can't be it, after all, since it wasn't even with me when I left the base.

"Eh, we got in a clap some time ago." Kobra shrugs with a sigh. "Dr. D told us to take a look."

With further thought, I can remember the brief mention of sending another Scarecrow to the Zones some time before my mission, so I hum with a nod. "If you collect these, it'll be a great advantage since the Scarecrow equipment has the best technology, y'know."

"I hope it was easier to get these, but it is even the first time we get to put our hands on something like this," Kobra breathes. "Anyways, thanks for the help!" He smiles a bit at me before he resumes his previous spot across the diner and I can't help but to smile too. They're far nicer than I had imagined they would be, they don't hold this selfishness that's often present in the city since they don't have much; that also leads to the killjoys being creative with the few they have. And, despite the difficulties, they're also really happy.

My attention averts to Ghoul, who continues there on the ground, eyes closed.

"Hey, gremlin!" I poke Ghoul, watching him groan a bit. "Don't you have anything to do?" If I'm not wrong, he is the only one lazing around, considering Poison working on the car, Jet having left to solve something with Doctor D and Kobra messing with the newfound objects.

"Does annoying you work?" Ghoul replies in an almost whining tone.

"No, that's not productive," I play along, rolling my eyes.

"Deal with it." He shifts around until reaching a completely weird position and I'm left observing him oddly for a long moment, though I don't mention anything.