MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Run, run | F.G. | (4/4) | Ending 2

(A/n)

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"Last time we went to Zone Six—"

"Last time we went to Zone Six we needed to carry Poison out of that bar by force! And he was throwing a fit! He was so wasted! It was the worst choice of our lives!" Kobra's voice comes from the convenience store area before his head pokes in the doorway, shooting Poison and Jet a glare. "We are not going there again!"

Poison sits on the counter, leaning back on his hands, and just shrugs. "Hold me back, if you can."

"Technically, I can!" Kobra walks into the room, cleaning his greasy hands on a cloth in his way to the refrigerator beside the one I'm cuffed to. His blond strands are held back by a folded bandana around his head. "Don't you forget we have (y/n) to keep an eye on!"

"It makes me sound like a pet." I look at the nothing for a moment, thinking. "That's... interesting."

"You're more than that," Ghoul says, furrowing his eyebrows at me as he moves to kneel down next to me. He pulls my head to his chest, hugging me lightly. "Never forget we're the enemy that we want to kill, but we might have started liking you because of some weird reverse Stockholm syndrome," he says so naturally that a silence falls in the room for a moment before everyone starts laughing.

"I guess that works." I feign sadness as leaning into his touch, unable to hold back a smile. "That's the most someone has ever cared for me."

"Aw, (y/n)," Poison tells me dramatically, a hand over his chest. "You can choke and die in front of me that I wouldn't move a muscle!" Despite the words, he's got a playfully cheesy tone on along with a fake hurt expression.

"Wow, Party, baby," I reply in disbelief, pulling away from Ghoul enough to copy Poison's posture, "I never thought I would listen to such heartful words coming from you!"

"Hah, please!" He throws a hand in the air, rolling his eyes. "I actually don't even care about you, it's just because we're holding you back here that I'm forced to feel something." He presses his lips together, sighing. "But, in all honesty, you'd probably be tied to a cactus and shot already if it wasn't for Ghoul, so thank the gremlin."

"(Y/n) is nice," Ghoul whines, pulling me close to him once again.

"That because there's no gun pointed to your head." Kobra twists his lips a bit, glaring at Ghoul then at me. There's a hint of seriousness.

"One 'Crow, four Killjoys. A weak 'Crow, four Killjoys with guns and in their comfortable zone," Ghoul replies nonchalantly, sitting down next to me. "It's just a matter of perspective." He sighs softly as looking at me, raising his eyebrows lightly in an unsaid question if he's right or not, but I don't react to it. Not because I disagree or something, I just don't see the need to answer.

A silence hovers in the air, words carefully avoided and reduced to looks and subtle nods shared between all of them. It gives me the feeling the experience of observing a 'Crow from close could be useful for them or all the information is worth what they're going through, but I opt to not put my finger into that and try to show a reaction as neutral as possible. After all, I'm still standing on a thin dangerous line and they're not completely wrong with thinking that way – regarding Ghoul's perspective.