MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♪*Little secret | M.W.

(A/n)

Requested by religious-trauma

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The sun set itself in the horizon not long ago, leaving behind a dull blue tone bathing the sky, slowly starting to gain warm colors that get brighter when they hit the few clouds. A familiar sensation hits me for a brief second, like if my band and MCR were hanging out in a parking lot only days after having met each other, but the feeling disappears the moment I try to reach out for it, leaving behind a lingering nostalgia.

"This sucks," I mutter to myself with a sigh and drop the stump of the cigarette to the ground to smash it against the concrete with the heel of my boot, leaning back against the building again.

"Hey, hey!" the sudden voice greets me and I turn to see Frank approaching, with a lazy grin.

"Hey." I smile a bit in response, high fiving him when he walks past, walking into the building already. Then Gerard walks by, followed by Ray – we greet each other, exchanging a few words at most, but nothing that takes too much of our time. Lastly, here's Mikey. He stops a few feet away from me, hands behind his back and lips curled up into the slightest smile, which I helplessly return, grinning instead. "Gonna stand there the whole time?"

Mikey rolls his eyes. "No! I just..." he sighs and steps closer properly. He jumps under my touch when I pull him for a hug, pressing a kiss to the side of his face. Not being in a hidden place, in private, also makes me nervous, though there's really no one out here.

"How are you feeling?" I run a hand through his hair to pull a few strands away from his eyes. "I'm really proud of you guys! You really deserved it. Revenge is absolutely awesome."

"Thank you!" Mikey grins, bouncing lightly on his heels before he's leaning into me. "I can barely believe we made it, y'know? It feels like I'm in some sort of dream and I'm afraid I'm going to wake up at any moment and I'm absolutely not ready for it." He furrows his eyebrows for a moment, flashing me a side smile.

I shake my head to myself. "It's real and I'm here with you." I press a kiss to his head, hugging him tightly and he's so warm, he feels like home. "Better get used to the feeling because you guys only tend to grow from now on!"

"Don't say it," he snorts, placing a hand on my chest. "You don't know."

"Okay, mr. stubborn," I chuckle, letting my hand fall to his hip and give it a squeeze before I pull away. "Let's go in, I also want to talk with the others."

The fact Revenge actually got famous still feels unreal sometimes, how their songs are everywhere along with my band's songs and some of the recent issues of magazines like Rolling Stone and AltPress have our bands on the covers. We could honestly see this party coming in the moment we received the news of how well Revenge did on the sales.

Mikey is surrounded the moment we walk in, greeted and receiving compliments just like the other members, so I momentarily walk away to go grab a drink in the kitchen and, judging by how there's exactly nothing aside from bottles in the fridge, people will be lucky if they make it through the hangover they'll get tomorrow. I twist my mouth at it, sighing as I reach for a lonely bottle of soda. Maybe I'll grab a beer later, just maybe. After all, I don't want to ruin my plans.

Frank calls me to go talk with him, Gerard, Jepha and my guitarist at some point and I approach them after taking a glance at Mikey, both of us sharing a look and nodding at each other.

As predicted, most of the people are drunk after two or three hours – completely drunk. While my bandmates stumble aside with the guys from the recording company, Gerard sits with Bert on the couch, Ray is in the kitchen, a few people sit on the ground and... what the fuck is Frank doing with his forehead pressed to the wall in the corner of the room?