MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Who's your crush? | R.T.

(A/n)

Sometimes I think, am I forgetting to write some request or have I written all of them??? Maybe I should be more organized with this

Anyways, I haven't been updating much, but it's for a good reason. Apart from the part two of the book 30 Days With A Demon, here it comes another Gerard Way x Reader book! At least half of the book has been written already. Also, it's been a great time since I don't post something original (not a request), wow.

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"Are- Are you sure about that? Like..." I don't really want to voice how I don't like the idea, just furrowing my eyebrows lightly as throwing a hand in the air. It's that moment in which you rethink ever choice you've made in life. Well, not literally; I really wish I had studied more for English instead of skipping classes with Pete or spending it chatting with Mikey the whole time.

"Yes." The teacher doesn't show to be affected by my pleading look, continuing to go through the papers on his desk. "I believe it'll be the best for you and certainly more interesting than sitting in the classroom trying to focus." His tone is kinda bitter, without the intention of offending, still, I can't help but to feel a bit bad - it's just their work to teach us and most of the students complain about the teachers and all. Not like it's completely our fault, though.

He hands me a few papers stapled to each other and turns to me completely. "Stump is responsible for the newspaper, currently. You just need to check what you can do for it. You can either hand out the reports handwritten or through e-mail whenever stated, to Stump or me." Not even waiting for my confirmation, he goes back to whatever he needs to do with the uncountable papers over his desk.

A tired exhale quietly leaves my lips as I look down at the papers in my hands - they're basically telling about what I have to do and how to do it. My eyebrows furrow lightly at the need of pictures and I need to do my best to not show my displeasure right now. I don't think I trust my skills good enough for this, I wish there's some way people don't know I'm responsible for these.

"Okay, so," Patrick, who had previously been observing us from his place over one of the desks - seeming annoyingly excited about me joining the 'group' -, approaches me with a grin, following me as we start walking out of the classroom. "The only areas currently available are about sports and music. Turns out it's too much for Joe to cover both at once, so he wants to give up on one." He smiles, eyeing me expectantly.

Sports and music, heh? The thought of observing sweaty smug people running around doesn't please me a lot, but if covering music basically means I'm getting points for going to concerts, as much as they're from the school's bands...

"Music sounds nice." I press my lips together, growing a bit positive about this. That makes Patrick grin wider as nodding frantically. "Also, can these be published without my name? I... I'd be more comfortable this way." I chuckle nervously, hoping I'm able to do it. Wanting or not, people weirdly enjoy the school's newspaper because they practically kill each other to show up on it, praised for some kind of random or weird shit they've done. The school is big and this is practically the only way to get everyone to know you. I still remember when a girl got popular for an art work which was the weirdest shit I've seen - I shudder at the thought.

"Of course." He nods, so casually that gives me an immediate relief. "Not everyone enjoys the attention the newspaper inevitably attracts. There was this girl who followed Andy around for the whole week because she wanted some shit to be published." His eyebrows furrow as he looks at the nothing, taking a second to think about the fact. "Anyways, the crew is bigger than you imagine! You're going to enjoy doing it!" His positiveness is somehow annoying. Or maybe I'm just too anxious.