MCR Imagines And Oneshots

◇^It's us against the world | M.W.

(A/n)

Request by watercresssalad

sorry for taking so long, I finished watching some series and my mind is kinda full lately (family, world, health, "friends", etc) - it took me some time to get in the mood to write and publish this, so I'm also sorry if it's not really good or what you wanted

and I still need to finish the demon Frank book, damn, I promise I'll write it, tho. half of the story is done, I just need inspo to hit me again
I'm actually wanting to write another mafia book, but I'm afraid to lose the mood until I actually get to write it

A reminder - never forget to specify the era in your requests, it always helps a lot uwu

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"You've been quiet." Mikey says out of sudden, snatching my attention off my thoughts. He's got that analyzing look, like if I'm a puzzle under his gaze and he's already started to put the pieces together. His lips part for a moment like if he's going to say something, but nothing comes like if he changes his mind suddenly.

I don't say anything as watching him disappear to inside the kitchen, coming back shortly without his cup of coffee this time. He stops in front of me on the couch, holding out his hand. Not really understanding it, my gaze drives towards the TV a couple of times before settling on him, questioningly.

He chuckles, "c'mon." Not waiting for any other reaction, he grabs my hand and pulls me up, pressing a light kiss to my cheek before taking me along with him to outside the house. Curiosity does bug me for a second, but I quickly lose it, not seeing why to think further about it.

We stop in the backyard, standing there for a moment. Mikey's gaze rests on me for a few moments, but I know he'll eventually say it. Or not, hm? I mean, Mikey seems to want me to question him, then I guess I should-

"It's been a time since we don't stargaze," he says before I'm able to speak up and I can feel the guilt quietly setting itself on my chest, making the already hollow space feel even more empty while there's this weight trailing it down. Though he doesn't seem to mind it, I can't help but to feel bad as following Mikey, laying beside him on the grass. It's not that comfortable, but something you get used to after some minutes.

The silence we're settled in makes me quickly want to say something, at least an attempt to compensate for seconds ago. "It's quite starry tonight," I comment in nothing really above a whisper. I start to think about it, but my thoughts end up being driven away by the nice feeling of having my hand in his, his fingers playing with mine in a gentle way.

"Yes, the sky is clean." Mikey answers, his voice not so loud as it was inside the house, muffled by the wind, faint sounds coming from other houses or people in the streets and the night noises. Peaceful, but simultaneously not. It's like if something is lacking. Thinking about this, the weird sensation that seems to pursue me lately comes back - it makes me feel like if I'm under the water, with it making pressure down on my body and even breathing gets more difficult.

An exhale comes from Mikey; I get slightly anxious at it, wondering if he said something while I was thinking and I upset him for not answering it. I hum questioningly at him, quietly, wondering if he heard it. "Why don't you let it out? C'mon, it'll help you," he asks in a comforting whisper, with an air of worry he doesn't bother to hide. "Don't feel like if I'm pressuring you, tho. Please, just know I'm here to listen to and support you."

It's like if something clicks inside me and my eyes fill with tears before I'm able to notice. I'd answer him in the same time, I swear, but it's like if all of this doesn't want to get out - my chest is suddenly heavier, some kind of invisible force wrapping itself around my throat, letting me know my voice will crack as soon as I try to speak up. Anyways, I remain silent, hoping he doesn't notice it.