MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Don't look around | P.P.

(A/n)

Hello, children! As everyone can see, all the chapters' titles have some symbols in them now and they're meant to sign the reader's genre since just the male reader stories were being marked so far. Hope it helps!

* means a male Reader story
; means a female Reader story
^ means a gender neutral Reader story
" means a non binary Reader story

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People getting ghosted is something extremely common. Watching it, day by day, bodies falling on the sand; sometimes forgotten there if not zipped up in white bags or buried by friends - or pretty much anyone who cared, but there aren't many. Not due to being selfish, but because there are enough things to worry about. Sometimes reality hits us, falling down hard, but it's always clear there's no way around it. Staring at the endless dunes had no differences with staring at the city; both are the same as looking down a dark hall, not knowing exactly what waits for you in the end, but certain you'll be fucked up.

My eyes squint behind the goggles' lenses as I look at our surroundings, trying to identify if anyone else is making us company apart from each other among all the sand flying around - what I mentally curse at, knowing how hard it'll be to clean myself later. Even tho Poison remains emotionless, I can tell he shares the same thoughts.

We exhale almost in synch after slamming Trans AM's doors close, introducing us to a weird sudden silence. Taking off our bandanas and the goggles - or just moving around at all - makes the car quickly be covered with the grains of sand. I groan at the thought of having to clean everything again later while Poison just furrows his eyebrows lightly, throwing the bandanas and goggles on the back seat before I do the same.

A chuckle inevitably escapes my lips when I look towards him, noticing the sand and the wind managed to make his greasy hair stick up. He eyes me questioningly. "Your hair is almost purely sand and you're also almost a perfect Liberty Statue." I tell him with a smile as reaching to fix his hair, ending up making sand fall on his face - he immediately throws his eyes shut when it happens, wrinkling his nose.

"Holy fuck- Sorry!" I say kind of desperate when he starts blinking repeatedly, a tear escaping his eye in the process. He groans quietly in response, leaning his head up so I'm able to help him properly, but it's mainly solved by him blinking and crying out the grains of sand. "Fuck, are you okay?" I ask when he starts to almost open his eyes properly, looking at me with wide glossy eyes.

"You're so stupid!" He cracks an unexpected laugh, wrapping a hand around one of mine - that still cup his face. "I didn't know you were going to try to fix it." His eyes playfully narrow at me before he squeezes my hand a last time, pulling away from me to clean his hair, at least a bit. "And don't act like your hair is all perfect, okay?" Poison raises an eyebrow at me, smirking as I scoff, running my fingers through my hair too, making a rain of sand fall behind me.

"You think that's going to last long?" I ask, ignoring the dirty car seat - not like we never went through situations like this before - and leaning back on it. I gaze at the outside trying to take in any signs that tell about how long the sand will continue being thrown around like this.

"Probably not." Poison says and I turn back around to see him checking on the carbons, counting how many we have now. "It seems to have come from the east side and it always loses most of the strength among the mounts over there..." He trails off, starting to quietly mutter the numbers to himself as setting the counted bills and coins in a pile apart from the main one on his lap.

The quietness of the moment and the rare good mood we're set in makes the moment strangely comfortable and good. Like if everything is calm - an opportunity to pretend it really is. Forgetting our worry is actually the Better Living Industries or the inevitable difficulties we go through due to living precariously in the desert and forgetting we have no 'car' or 'home' to prevent it from reaching us. It's momentarily forgetting they can kill your loved one in a blink of eyes.