MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♪"Don't you dare | R.T.

(A/n)

Requested by AloeIero :]

First Ray smut, guys, how we feelin?

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"(Y/n), tell me you're coming along with me, hm?" Ray's voice pulls me away from my thoughts and I avert my attention from my book to look down at him, who lies down on the couch with his head on my lap. He glances up at me then goes back to typing on his phone. "Like, Mikey asked all of us to come over to his place to hang out and stay the night, y'know?"

I hum, thinking for a moment. "And who exactly does 'all of us' include?"

"No one from outside the squad, of course," he mutters, still typing. "Like, just us plus Gerard, Frank and Mikey, of course. You coming, right? You need to."

I roll my eyes. Well, they are cool to hang out with and it's been a time since I last spent time with them like this, so I guess it's going to be worth it. "Sure." I met the three through Ray; first Gerard, then Mikey and, sometime later, also Frank, and we all stuck around together despite Ray and I being closer to each other. If anyone asks me when I met Ray, I'd probably not be able to answer. He's just been here forever, I guess. That closeness also means I'm prone to agree with almost whatever Ray drags me into, so here we are.

The thing is – Ray is not just my best friend. The idiot is also my crush and oh hell, if it isn't difficult resisting to all these smiles and kindness and the way he's so caring. He's just awesome for the simple fact of being him.

Most likely, the only thing that prevents him from finding out that I like him like this is how close we've naturally become due to all the years we've known each other for. All the cuddling, all the hugs, cheek kisses and whatever intimacy it has brought us. It at least doesn't let me allow myself to sink completely in this melancholy that takes over me whenever I think about the whole situation.

Ray and I will never be together. It is just something that will never work because he obviously doesn't see me like this and... why would he like me, in first place?

Sometimes, pretending we actually are in a relationship helps with this melancholy, though often only replacing it with guilt. It feels wrong and selfish to do it, like if I was taking some sort of advantage over him. It's a terrible situation, but I believe I'll be eventually able to get rid of these feelings at some point.

"When are we going to head over?" I put my book away and look at Ray, playing lightly with his hair and trying to make sure I'm not going to mess up his curls – either that or he kills me, how sweet, I love him.

"About six," he says, putting his phone down. "Is that okay?"

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Mikey's house is rather organized when we walk in, but I can kind of tell it won't continue like that for long, what'll probably lead to him either holding Gerard or Frank back to help cleaning the house if Ray doesn't offer to do it while I just watch them.

It doesn't take long until all of us have put our things aside and just sit together on the ground trying to debate on a movie to watch, what means something everyone enjoys but not something that'll get Gerard spilling facts about it every two seconds so we're actually able to watch it. Gerard obviously notices our move and narrows his eyes at us, muttering something about how there will be revenge when we gather up on his place instead.

None of us really give attention to Gerard, glaring at him playfully before paying attention to the movie while eating. The movie falls neglected about halfway through it.