MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Time's not a problem | M.W. | (2/2)

(A/n)

Requested by yebroimemo

Btw, the part you described,,, I tried to make it as similar as possible, considering the it's a 1st person pov

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"Things will get better, Mikey," I say, pressing a kiss to his cheek as giving his hand a light squeeze. No one ever told me about it – not even Mikey, explicitly – but it's not difficult putting two and two together and reaching the conclusion he's got depression. My talks with him seem to be of great help and we've been spending more time together; consequently, getting closer to each other, cuddling a lot and all.

He exhales, leaning his head against my shoulder. "I sure hope they do," he mutters, his thumb running over my knuckles. "Thank you, a lot, (y/n)," Mikey pulls away from me with a smile. "And sorry for stealing so much of your time."

"No problems," I return the smile, "I'd not be here if I didn't want to. I'm here if you need me." He nods in response, giving me a last hug before allowing me to stand up from the couch.

Gerard's sitting in the kitchen table when I walk in the room, with a few papers scattered around while he draws on a sketchbook. Approaching him, I observe the drawings on the papers – they're simply amazing and I can recognize a few from posts I've seen on Tumblr or Instagram or pins on Pinterest.

"Hey," he says, not even looking up, "tell me a number. From two to seven, but not four."

His unexpected question gets me thinking for a moment before I finally answer, "five, I guess. Why?" I raise an eyebrow, stepping closer to him to see if his question has to do with what he's doing, but I'm only able to identify he's working on a comic.

"I fucking write stories and I also draw," he drops his pencil, sassily moving his hand around as speaking, "everything you say or do can and will influence my characters or stories."

I hum in certain amuse, "well, that's amazing. But what did I do or say? How am I influencing?"

"Well," Gerard looks at me with a small smug smirk, "what if you're a time traveler? It seemed like you already knew us, you even told me to call Ray when no one had even mentioned him. Sometimes you say nonsense and don't understand some basic things."

"Oh?" I raise an eyebrow, internally freaking out, but pretending to not understand completely what's going on. "Well, I feel honored," I say with half a grin, trying to remain calm, at least externally.

It's probably been a week and half since I got here and, besides getting closer to Mikey, it happened to the others too, though in different manners. Frank convinced me to pull a prank on Gerard a few times and Ray comments a lot about movies with me.

Of course, it's really hard hiding I'm from the future – after all, there are a lot of things I don't know about this time and things I end up slipping out. Honestly, there isn't a line in my mind between 2005 and the other years. I just assume they know about everything until 2020 and forget how the internet isn't the same.

Gerard, well, he clearly trusts me more now, but doesn't want to give in. He's probably the one I'm closest to – if we don't consider Mikey – and we talk a lot, but he always gets annoyed and starts throwing random excuses whenever someone questions him about not trusting me. I almost freaked out when Gerard showed me some of his plans for the future albums, making my best to not accidentally blurt out anything I know about their future.

However, every time I let something slip, it feels like I kind of disassociate, like when having an existential crisis. No, actually, I guess it happens every time I change something from the time line or similar. At the moment Gerard explains about Five, I disassociate once again and it's slightly harder this time. It's clear how I'm not part of this year and I'm afraid I'll disappear if I don't fix this soon.