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[chackyxyooj]

This Masterlist is now complete :)

Thanks to everyone who requested a story. I hope you liked reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Maybe oneday I'll open up requests properly, but for now I think I'll finish writing what I've already started (ie. finish all my mini series lol).

1 Year Special: Masterlist

This is made as a milestone event for me, as well as a thank you to everyone who keeps this fandom alive.

Various MS/MCD Boys X Reader

Content Warning: The following works may include material with suggestive themes. The stories that lean in this direction are labeled as 'smut' works, but it's unlikely that they will contain any explicit material. STILL! Reader discretion is advised.

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Zenix | MCD, Angst, Writer’s Choice

→ “If your heart’s already broken then what’s the use in picking up the pieces?” - Fly, Kevian Kraemer.

Laurance | MS, Angst, Reader Request

→ “Someday, I will stop falling in love with you.” - Let You Break My Heart Again, Laufey.

Gene | MS, Fluff, Reader Request

→ “If I were to end up going all in, would I be the only one who’s falling?” - Hypothetically, John Michael Howell.

Ein | MS, Angst

→ “Maybe we should love like kids.” - Love Like Kids, GRAHAM.

Blaze | MS, Smut, Reader Request

→ “Could it be that you're the one I'm looking for?” - Aphrodite, RINI

Vylad | MCD, Fluff

→ “I think I could be someone you like.” - Someone You Like, The Girl and the Dreamcatcher.

Blaze | MS, Angst, Reader Request

→ “Then, of course, I’ll let you break my heart again.” - Let You Break My Heart Again, Laufey.

Laurance | MS, Smut, Reader Request

→ “I know better than to call you mine.” - Let’s Fall in Love for the Night, FINNEAS

Zenix | MS, Fluff

→ “Will you be forever with me?” - Blue, Yung Kai.

Garroth | MCD, Angst

→ “And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’.” - Somethin’ Stupid, Frank Sinatra.

Dante | MS, Smut, Reader Request

→ “If I can have this dance tonight, I promise that you won't forget” - Aphrodite, RINI.

Vylad | MS, Fluff

→ “If only you knew what goes on in my mind.” - In My Mind, Lyn Lapid

Travis | MS, Angst, Special Request

→ “If there's just one thing I know that's true, it's that ‘You're beautiful’.” - Pretender, Official Hige Dandism

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Things Will Change The Way You Love Me The Way I Love You [They're] Subject to Change [But] Without a Doubt I Know For Sure [That] I Love You For Me, It's Enough Knowing How I Make You Feel Knowing I Got to Love You At All For Me, That's Enough [So] For the Rest of My Life I Will Continue to Love You

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genuinely in love with your writing , especially with how you write zenix and vlyad it actually drives me crazy!!! looking at all ur writings again so sorry for the spam from my main :p !!! im looking forward to whatever you post next (♡´艸`) !!! @my-writing-street

No need to apologize for the spam, I’m just glad that you enjoy my works about the silly little block boys! I’m always looking forward to what this community puts forth, your works included.

I hope you can continue to create the things you love :D

[chackyxyooj]

I Will Continue to Love You

Travis | MS, Angst, Special Request

→ “If there's just one thing I know that's true, it's that ‘You're beautiful’.” - Pretender, Official Hige Dandism

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Pairing: MS!Travis X Reader

WC: 1.5k

This was a special request from my favourite mutual @kaigarax. I hope you like it (at least half as much) as you like the song.

Event Masterlist

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Travis blinks at you confused. He’s unsure if he heard you correctly but the look on your face tells him everything he needs to know.

To be honest, Travis knew that something like this was bound to happen. He didn’t think it would happen on one of your late night walks together, but he supposes this is better than a lot of other things he could imagine.

The boy can’t say he knew this was what your late night walk would amount to, let alone that this is how things would end, but he’s always known that you were bound for great things - greater things than what he could ever offer you. He’s just amazed that you gave him a chance in the first place. A chance that turned into four of the best years of his life.

Not a lot of people are bold enough to distribute compliments to complete strangers, and even fewer are able to convey their sincerity in the fraction of a moment. You, however, were different. At least, you were different from a lot of people he’d met before.

“You’re beautiful.”

They were the first words you said when you pulled Travis aside. He was just a freshman in college wandering around campus in the hope that he would stumble across a nice place to study. The last thing he expected was to be pulled inside of an art room, yet an art room is where he found himself that day.

Travis will never forget the way you looked at him with such earnest eyes. The way you held onto his hand so innocently, or how you stared at him with such a devastatingly honest expression.

While the compliment was enough to leave a strong impression, Travis never thought he’d be on the receiving end of such a compliment. In fact, he never thought he’d be approached by an art major with the opportunity to be a live model.

Being a freshman didn’t mean Travis was broke, he was lucky enough to be the son of a rather well-off family, and he wasn’t particularly interested in standing in front of a bunch of people with a scandalous amount of clothes. There were many other reasons among those which pushed Travis away from the idea, but he couldn’t bring himself to say no to you.

It was a surprise to the boy when the answer he gave was a yes, but it was an even bigger surprise when he showed up and realised he wasn’t modeling in the studio. He was a personal model for you.

For you.

He didn’t need to get naked (thank Irene) but he did have to sit still for three hours straight. Though he usually would’ve found such a thing miserable to sit through, Travis found himself completely enamoured by the process. It wasn’t the sitting that had him entranced, mind you, but the opportunity to watch you work.

He loved watching the subtle shifts in your expression as you worked. You’d go from being focused to being amused, then suddenly flare up in frustration or surprise. It didn’t seem like you realised you were doing it either. It was all just part of your process. It was beautiful, and yet you were the one who called him beautiful.

Thinking about it now, the fact that you would call Travis beautiful is what really took him aback. How could he hope to compare himself to your passion? How could he dare to compare his own confidence or commitment to the likes of your own? He couldn��t, and he didn’t.

You were, no, you are beautiful.

You are the definition of what Travis deems beautiful.

There was no way Travis would let someone like you slip through his fingers. He wasn’t sure if he wanted you as a friend or something more, but he knew he wanted to get to know you. What better way to do that than to ask you out on a date?

And so one art project turned into a date, and one date turned into a dozen. It wasn’t a sudden or unbelievable progression, but one that seemed to fall into place between the two of you. It wasn’t long until Travis had the honour of calling himself your boyfriend.

Until today, it would seem.

A bachelors in most subjects takes about four years to complete. Many would argue that four years is a short amount of time in the grand scheme of things, but not to Travis.

Travis spent four years as your boyfriend. Everyday he spent with you was like a dream. It was everything he could’ve asked for and more. You listened to him ramble about nonsensical things, and Travis would watch you tentatively while you sketched and painted and sculpted your works.

You both laughed at the same jokes and enjoyed playing the same games. You both liked night time walks and staying up late. Hell, the two of you liked each other!

No… that’s not quite right.

Travis loves you. He really and truly loves you! From the quiet nights you stayed awake on call to the radical afternoons spent in each others’ arms, Travis knows how much he loves you… but Travis knows better than anyone else that his love for you was dragging you down.

You are an artist - a brilliant one at that! Though you hide your face behind the screen, your heart has always been on display for all to see. The art you make deserves to be adored by the whole world! It’s just- Travis knows that he won’t be there at your side.

At one point, no, the entire time he’s been your boyfriend, Travis has always known his place. Even though he was by your side, he’d only ever been in your audience - only ever someone who adored watching you soar. He knew that you would come to the same conclusion as him one day, but that didn’t mean he was ready for it.

Even when you were staring him in the face as the bearer of bad news, Travis put on a smile. It’s not like he can act unphased, but smiling helped numb the pain. It gave him just enough confidence to reach forward and take your hand in his.

“It’s okay. I understand.” Travis assures you, hoping that you couldn’t hear the strain in his voice as he pushed down his tears. “We had a good run, but we were never meant for forever.”

The boy watches your expression contort involuntarily as you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry.” Just like always, an apology without emotion. It's not so bad once you get used to it.

“So am I.” Travis echoes. “I’m sorry too.”

You shake your head and tighten your fingers around the boy’s hand. “You shouldn’t be.”

“Then neither should you.”

Your brows furrow for a moment and allow Travis to glimpse your true feelings. It isn’t long before you give a quiet, defeated sigh. “It’s time for me to go.”

Travis nods, “I know” and allows you to lead him back down the path to your car.

Despite the many times he’s walked it, the path seems longer tonight. Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s taking it so slow. I mean, could you blame him?

Both you and Travis know that the moment you step into your car, things will be different. They’re already different now! But he’d rather not think about such a thing. Not yet. Not when he still has you in his grasp.

For a moment Travis wonders what he was to you. He’s not actually sure he wants to know the answer to that question. In fact, he doesn’t want to know it at all.

If only Travis had met you under different circumstances. If only he’d been born in a different city. Hell, maybe he’d been born in a different world entirely! Maybe then he’d be able to see himself as something more than a means to an end.

Even if soulmates were a thing of this world, Travis knows he isn’t yours. No matter how much it hurts, or how badly he wishes things were different, he can’t make such a thing come true.

As you walk up to the door and hover your free hand by the door of your car, you pause.

Even though his house is easily within walking distance, it’s so normal for you to offer him a ride home. He knows you’re hesitating and he knows why you haven’t asked him yet. He wouldn’t have asked himself either.

“Goodbye.” The words scrape the back of his throat as they pry past his lips. That pain only shifts to his chest when your fingers unfurl from his, and when he pulls his hand from yours.

You get into your car and close the door. It feels like forever passes in the time between watching you get into the driver’s seat and feeling the glow of your headlights against his face. He doesn’t mind though. He never has. If a moment like this felt like forever, then the time he spent with you was undoubtedly an eternity.

Even though the two of you are no longer together, Travis takes solace in knowing how much he loved you - that he will continue to love you for the rest of his life.

And that, to him, is beautiful.

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For the Rest of My Life

Vylad | MS, Fluff

→ “If only you knew what goes on in my mind.” - In My Mind, Lyn Lapid

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Pairing: MS!Vylad X Reader

WC: 1.3k

This pick is brought to you via a random wheel spinner.

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Vylad looks down at you in his arms. Your face is tucked against his chest in a way that perfectly obscures your expression, but the boy knows better than to simply guess at what’s going on.

Nearly fifteen minutes have passed since the last time you said anything to him. You’d asked him to pull the blanket over the two of you while you closed your eyes for a bit. If that wasn’t enough for him to know you’re asleep then he wasn’t sure what was. Still, Vylad can’t help himself from pulling back ever so slightly to admire your softened expression.

The boy carefully unwraps his arm from around you and caresses the side of your face. He gently pulls the corner of your lips upward, giving you a crooked smile, before giving your cheek an affectionate little squeeze.

To be honest, Vylad has never been one to initiate intimacy through physical touch. Vylad knows himself well enough to understand that he likes physical touch, but he knows that you don’t necessarily feel the same way. He often wonders how things got to this point. When did you notice how much he loves your hugs? When did you realise how much Vylad loves it when you crawl into his arms and make yourself at home against his chest?

Was it the time you fell asleep in the passenger seat of his car?

That was the first time you ever fell asleep around him. There had been plenty of close calls up until that point, but Vylad could always tell you were hesitant to fall asleep. Not because you were afraid, of course, but because you desperately wanted to keep him company no matter what.

That was always such a cute show of affection - wanting to stay awake with someone even though you had to fight your body tooth and nail to do so.

When you finally succumbed to sleep Vylad couldn’t help but smile. You worked so hard to make him happy. It’s only fair that he would want you to rest your eyes - even if he knows you’d pout about it later.

That being said, Vylad thought he was pretty subtle when he pulled your head against his shoulder. You didn’t protest when he used his hand to guide your head down. You didn’t even stir when he reached across your chest to adjust the strap of your seat belt.

It had taken all of his willpower to keep himself from kissing your forehead, let alone how badly he wanted to hold your hand while he drove.

The moment you were conscious enough to realise you were leaning against him, you sat up in your seat and apologized for falling asleep. Despite assuring you that it was okay, you still insisted it was an accident. Thinking about it now, it’s unlikely you realised how much he cherished that moment with you.

So if not back then, could you have realised his affinity for physical touch the time you fell asleep while waiting for him to finish showering?

Vylad isn’t someone who takes extremely long showers. He’s always been rather conscientious of the way he spends other people’s time, let alone how he decides to spend his own time. He didn’t think a quick rinse would be enough time for you to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, but he was wrong.

Whether it was because you had a long day or because you were particularly comfortable at his home, by the time Vylad stepped out of the bathroom you were asleep on his couch.

There was no harm in calling your name, nor was there any harm in kneeling beside the couch and brushing back some of your hair. The real kicker was when Vylad leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the temple of your forehead. It seemed like the moment he leaned in to kiss you, you woke up.

You weren’t upset with Vylad for what he did, you were rather fond of the gesture, but that didn’t stop your flustered complaints about him taking so long in the bathroom. Even so, it was something he wouldn’t give up for the world. It was oh-so very charming, and oh-so very you.

With all that taken into consideration, Vylad isn’t completely convinced that you realised how much he loved having you in his arms back then. He’s fairly certain you were too busy pretending you hadn’t fallen asleep to notice the way his smile persisted. Then again, it was only after that day that you closed the distance you usually kept yourself at.

Perhaps, in that regard, you did notice the boy’s inclination for physical affection. He can’t really think of a more obvious moment of realisation than that. Was there really a more obvious indication than that? There isn’t, right?

No, Vylad knows exactly when you realised how much he loved receiving physical affection.

The days Vylad asked to hold you were once few and far between, and the moments where you’d offer to let Vylad lay on you were even fewer. However, one of these rare occasions particularly sticks out in his mind.

There was a day where the two of you had made plans to hang out but an unexpected assignment hit your desk. Rather than canceling the plans altogether, you decided to get as much work done within the span of two hours before allocating the rest of the night to Vylad.

Vylad has always been thankful for the time you set aside for him, so of course he’d accept such a proposition. He was content to sit beside you while you worked, but he was more than delighted to see you moving your laptop onto the arm of the couch so that he could lay his head in your lap. He didn’t want to distract you from your work but who was he to deny himself of something both of you wanted?

Unlike the many times you fell asleep at his side, it was Vylad who began to doze off. There was something so comforting about being in your presence - something so calming about laying his head down against you. By the time he realised it, his eyes were closed and his breathing was steady.

Vylad could hear your fingers slow against your keyboard just beyond the veil of sleep. For a while it was quiet, nothing but the sound of his own thoughts and breaths, but then you leaned down and pressed a kiss against his cheek.

It was rather unlike you to want to kiss the boy without asking, but there was something so affectionate in the way you began to litter the boy’s face with softly fleeting kisses.

Vylad isn’t sure how long you went between doing your work and pressing kisses against his face, but he knew for certain you did it at least a dozen times. It wasn’t until you gently grasped his face and quickly pecked the boy's lips that he finally opened his eyes. Not before returning the small gesture, that is.

Vylad will never forget the way your eyes peered at him with such awe. The way the confusion on your lips quickly shifted to affection was to die for. Even if it was for a brief moment, everything was perfect. You were perfect.

You are perfect.

As the two of you lay in bed together doing nothing but holding each other close, Vylad knows for certain just how much he loves you. No matter how long he loves you, he knows he’ll never get tired of the quiet moments like these.

Moving his hand to the underside of your jaw, Vylad gently tilts your head back and gives you a gentle peck. He’s about to pull you back against his chest when you suddenly pull him down for another kiss. It’s a far cry from the kisses you once peppered along his face but that’s not a change Vylad dislikes. In fact, when your tired eyes peek open at his face, Vylad knows that there’s nothing but a dumbfound smile stuck to his lips.

“What’s with that look?” You utter through half-lidded eyes.

Vylad, of course, smiles down at you. “I was just thinking about how much I love you.”

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Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

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For Me, That's Enough

Dante | MS, Smut, Reader Request

→ “If I can have this dance tonight, I promise that you won't forget” - Aphrodite, RINI.

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Pairing: MS!Dante X Reader

WC: ~2.1k

Suggestive themes ahead, but nothing too explicit.

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Dante holds your hand in his while the other rests on the small of your back. The boy pulls your body a little closer to his while adamantly avoiding eye contact. The boy has always considered himself a bit of a flirt, but even he had to admit that this was pushing the upper limits of his self-control.

An hour ago this room contained the bridesmaids and groomsmen for a wedding that was set to happen in about a week, but now there’s only you and him. What on earth had possessed these soon-to-be newlyweds to choose a ballroom dance as the style of their first dance? Dante wasn’t completely sure, but he had a general idea.

In any case, Dante can’t say he enjoyed learning all these different types of ballroom dances. He’s not much of a dancer, but if it’s what’ll make his friend happy then of course he’ll at least try. That being said, trying and succeeding don’t always go hand in hand. At least, from Dante’s observations, they haven’t been going very hand in hand for you.

Everyone in the bridal party knew each other to some degree, but Dante must admit that he knew the least about you. Aside from a few odd run-ins he’s had, he’s never gotten to know you very much. Of the things he does know about you, he knows that you love hip-hop dancing. From the style to the passion and attitude, you’ve got it all. Dante would think that your skill in dance would come in handy for a task like this, right?

Considering how little he knew you compared to some of the other bridesmaids, one can only imagine the boy’s surprise when the two of you were paired up for the bride and groom’s showy first dance. Though he didn’t think much of it at first, he quickly realised the difference between his skill set and your own.

Dante will be the first to admit that dancing, or anything that requires a mix of rhythm and coordination, is not his strong suit. Yes, he’s been putting in a fair amount of effort over the past six months into learning the basics of whatever ballroom dancing had been thrown his way, but he didn’t really understand what he was signing up for until this very moment.

Now you on the other hand, well… Dante already knows how well you can dance. Simply put, you’re one of the best! That being said, it was clear your skill set was not well suited for this kind of dance. Quite frankly, ballroom dancing has been kicking your ass.

Compared to the clean and deliberate movements you usually make, ballroom dancing is much more ‘fundamentals’ orientated. You learn the proper form and techniques applicable for a certain kind of dance, and then you apply the things you’ve learned to any song of that genre. That process was easy enough for Dante, but it seemed you were taking it way harder than he was.

Even when everyone else had opted to leave for the night, you stayed. He thought that your dedication to practicing was admirable, especially since this was clearly out of your comfort zone, so he obviously stayed behind when you wanted to stay longer. Well, that and the fact that ballroom dancing is the kind of thing you need two people for. Now it’s just the two of you.

Yup. Just a groomsman and bridesmaid left to their own devices as they practice dancing together. Surely nothing crazy will come of this.

“Dante.” Your voice finally cuts through the silence. “Your hand is too low.”

“What? Oh, sorry.” The boy apologises and attempts to fix his posture. He thought the first two hours of practice were hard, but now that it’s just you and him, you’re relentless. That’s not to say you’re forcing Dante to dance, but Dante has been attempting to match your pace so that you won’t feel discouraged. That being said, the boy is pretty sure he’s going to pass out if he doesn’t come clean to you within the hour.

“You know, I always thought ballroom dancing would be more fun than this.” You comment. “I like the song though. It’s sweet.”

Dante shrugs. “The song’s alright. Honestly, I know the newlyweds are romantics but asking the entire bridal party to learn to waltz is a little crazy.” Dante smiles to himself in amusement. “Not that it matters. We all cleared our schedules to come tonight, so it obviously doesn’t bother us all that much. If anything, we’re all just as crazy.”

For a while Dante can feel the weight of your gaze against the side of his face. He’s curious to know what kind of expression you’re wearing, but he’s also a little reluctant to look over at you.

Dante knows people, and he especially knows women. He’d hate to know how much you actually despise him while being in forced proximity with you. I mean, how much closer can two people get than ballroom dancing? Certain things come to mind, but Dante doesn’t allow himself to linger on them very long.

When you eventually turn away from Dante he releases the breath he was holding - only to end up sharply inhaling as the change to the bridge occurs.

Dante grips your hand gently and removes his other hand from your upper back, allowing you to unfurl from him and twirl outwards. At first Dante finds himself imagining what the dress might look like when you twirl on the dancefloor, but then he finds himself imagining what you’ll look like in your dress.

High heels that’ll put you around his height, a flowy skirt that lengthens your body, and a top that hugs your torso in a perfectly flattering way.

Ah- shit.

“I think I’m gonna take a break.” Dante announces and pulls away from you abruptly. You hardly get a word out before he’s walking towards his bag. Quickly though, Dante adds, “all this spinning is starting to make me feel queasy.”

“I thought you said you could handle the spinning?”

“Yeah, well, I said that about an hour ago. I’m a changed man.”

Dante can hear your amusement even when you attempt to hide it. A pettier man might get offended but Dante finds it cute. Now he really wants to turn and look at you but he forces himself to stay turned away until he’s sat down beside his bag in a way that makes his situation a little less precarious. By the time he’s settled, you’re already back to practicing.

It’s not all bad, Dante thinks, to watch you practice. There’s a certain charm in the way you move to the beat of the song. Even without a partner your movements are precise. Dante is sure that’s a good thing for your preferred kind of dance, but ballroom dancing?

“You’re just like my brother.” Dante leans back and uses his arms to support the weight of his torso. “You always dance according to the steps. You can’t do that with the viennese waltz. Or any kind of ballroom dance, really.”

You glance over at Dante in the midst of your ventures across the dance floor. “Not true.” You retort. “The entire song is choreographed, therefore I can just memorize the steps.”

“Okay, true, but that’s not what I was trying to say.” Dante gets up from the floor and slowly approaches the speaker hooked up to his phone. “I get the feeling that you’re not the kind of person who enjoys free-styling. That’s not a bad thing but like… it’s not the optimal way to go about it.”

“Oh really?” You hum in skepticism. “Then how do you suppose I go about it?”

“I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’re gonna like it…” Dante briefly trails away from his sentence as he scans through his phone for a suitable song. When he finally lands on one that will suit his needs, he turns it on and extends his hand toward you. “Allow me to take the lead?”

You stop in your tracks and stare at Dante from across the room. It seems like you’re truly considering Dante’s proposal, but you’re reluctant. “How is this going to help?”

“Ballroom dancing isn’t something you can perfect on your own.” Dante replies as a simple matter of fact. “Choreographed or not, you’re going to have to learn to trust me. I’m not saying I’m the best ballroom dancer, but I want you to be comfortable. Or, well, we should get comfortable with each other, right?”

Your eyes flit between Dante’s outstretched hand and face, biting on your lower lip for just a moment before crossing the room. “Alright, I get it.” You relent. “Let’s try.”

He isn’t sure why but your grip feels a bit different from before. It doesn’t feel like you might dart off, per say, but it kind of feels like you’re holding onto him for dear life. The boy must admit, it’s rather cute. “You don’t have to hold onto me so tight. I’m not going to make you fall.”

“I know.” Despite your response your grip remains tight. In response to your grip, Dante pulls you against his chest and smiles down at you. Immediately your gaze snaps up to his.

“Are you ready?” He asks, and you nod.

As the two of you twirl around the room in an attempt to familiarize yourselves with one another, Dante gently unfurls you from his grasp. You spin just like you had before, but your return is much easier than before. When you return to Dante, your hands are more relaxed and your eyes no longer jump around the features of his face.

“Yeah, like that!” Dante smiles down at you. Though you nod in response to his praise, Dante is pretty sure that you didn’t hear what he said. As a matter of fact, he can’t help but find your gaze somewhat affectionate.

Now that he’s taking a proper look at you, Dante can’t deny how attractive you are. He knows he’ll probably regret it if he opens his mouth right now, but something about you simply pulls him in.

“Can I kiss you?”

Dante is surprised when he hears the words fall from his lips, but he’s even more surprised when you give your reply. It was a straightforward and simple “yes”, but for some reason it didn’t feel real.

This feels a little too good to be true. I mean, a girl like you pining after a guy like him? There’s no way. You could have anyone you wanted. Genuinely! You’re probably just trying to spare his feelings - or at the very least, you’re trying to avoid making things awkward before the big white wedding.

At least, that’s what he assumed up to the moment your lips were on his.

While the kiss itself is soft, your movements are unmistakingly deliberate. From the way your hands drift across his shoulders to the way you pull him down to meet your lips, everything about your kiss is intentional.

Dante is quick to put his hands on your hips. He’s even so bold as to slip a few of his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt to explore the skin hidden beneath.

As if to respond to his wandering hands, you thread one of your hands through the boy’s blue locks of hair and give a firm tug. The action evokes a groan from deep within Dante’s chest, seemingly sparking a desire for more.

Dante pushes one of his hands further inside your shirt and traces incoherent shapes against the skin just below the underband of your bra. At the same time, the boy takes your bottom lip between his teeth and gently bites down. As soon as he gets the reaction he wants, he’s right back to kissing you.

Again and again, Dante kisses you with an almost feverish passion. Dante can’t help but wonder if you actually feel how he’s feeling. He wonders what you’ll do if he were to pull your body a little closer to his, or if he were to move his hand just a little higher. By the time he has enough sense to pull away, you pull him back in with a single look.

Just as he’s about to comply with your silent request, you smile. “Think the two of us are comfortable enough yet?”

“Dunno.” Dante grins. “Maybe we should get a little more comfortable just to be safe.”

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Knowing I Got To Love You At All

Garroth | MCD, Angst

→ “And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’.” - Somethin’ Stupid, Frank Sinatra.

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Pairing: MCD!Garroth X Reader

WC: ~1.9k

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Garroth Ro’Meave has never fallen in love before.

It’s not easy to fall in love when you’re betrothed to the daughter of another village’s lord. It’s especially difficult to fall in love when you’ve never met the person you’re supposed to marry, let alone when you spend all of your days thinking of a plan to escape your family’s grasp.

Don’t get him wrong, Garroth loves his family. He’d be so certain as to say that he loves them to death! But growing relationships with people when they hold such high expectations can be crushing - especially when those expectations will shape the course of your entire future whether you want them to or not. 

Knowing all that he does, is it such a surprise that Garroth would long to become a guard? The training process is not something that can be completed by just anyone. Those who want to take up the sword must be completely and assuredly dedicated to the task! It’s the perfect way to prolong the betrothal that Garroth has no intention of fulfilling. He knew he shouldn’t, but he did anyway.

He knows it’s wrong to run away from his responsibilities as the first son to the lord of O’khasis, but what other choice did he have? It was either attend guard school or stay home and get married to some girl he’s never met before! Who would choose that? Maybe a better son would, but not him. 

Garroth, well… he knows he’s selfish. 

He tries not to act upon his desires. He really and truly does! But that doesn’t mean his selfish desires never slip through the cracks. His selfishness is the very reason why he’s out here in the first place.

Amidst the boy’s deliberate attempts to stay under the radar, he’s become one of the best prospects of his year. It wasn’t a conscious decision on his end, but it’s only natural that a hard worker such as Garroth would excel in his training.

Garroth wouldn’t dare risk a rebellious streak at the cost of getting sent home, he hardly allows himself to get close to the other trainees, but the boy can’t help himself when it comes to you.

You’re not a pushover. Not in any sense of the word! Many need to be strong in mind and spirit in order to get as far as you do, and your strength never ceases to amaze Garroth. It’s for this reason that Garroth feels guilty about how his presence has affected your rank amongst his fellow guards.

Garroth works hard, but you? It puts his definition of hard work to shame. You’re not training to become a guard because you want to escape an arranged marriage like he does. Unlike Garroth, your cause is a noble one. You are noble in every sense of the word. And Garroth? He likes to think himself sensible, but running away to guard school doesn’t exactly fit that bill. Knowing the consequences of his actions, would he have the conviction to do it all again?

“Be on your guard!”

Garroth takes a quick and shallow breath, his grip on his blade remaining ever strong as he pulls it from its holster. He parries the incoming blow with one swift motion before shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet. As soon as the opportunity presents itself, Garroth goes on the offensive.

He moves forward quickly and strikes at his opponent. He uses the weight of the blade to his advantage and attempts to strike from above. Against many other trainees Garroth is sure this would be where the battle ends. There is nary a person who can contest Garroth’s strength head on, but he knows that his opponent is smarter than that.

You are better than that.

Rather than contesting the weight of his blade with your own strength, you shift your body to help you counter the momentum of his blade. Though you manage to divert the blow from above, Garroth is able to predict your movements and changes the direction in which he applies force against your blade. The switch allows him to push you off balance and gain the upper hand.

Garroth uses this moment to his advantage and knocks you to the ground. It takes him a few well placed attempts but his persistence is what allows the boy to emerge victorious.

With his blade pointed down at you, Garroth can finally take a breath. He knows this, yet he doesn’t. It’s not because he thinks you might spring up and attack him, he knows for a fact that you’re not that kind of person, but he can’t stop himself from staring. Garroth could never stop himself from staring.

Is it the way your loose hairs stick to the sweat on your face? Or perhaps it’s the way you stare back at him with such a strong determination. Not a determination to defeat him, mind you, but a determination to improve.

Despite your defeat your resolve remains the same. He can’t say why he feels this way, but he truly adores the way you wear your determination.

“This victory is yours.” You finally break the silence with a smile. “You fought well.”

Garroth swallows and silently curses himself for starring. Once he’s gathered himself, he sheaths his blade and reaches his hand out for you to take. “You flatter me.” The boy finds himself averting his gaze as he helps you pull yourself to your feet. “It was a lucky shot.”

“You and I both know that the placement of your blade is more than simple luck.”

“Perhaps you’re right.”

“I am.” You turn on your heel to face the boy, the abrupt sound causing Garroth’s head to snap in your direction. “You work hard, Garroth. It is not conceited to acknowledge your skills to the degree they are worth.”

“You’re the reason why they’re of any worth in the first place. Compared to you, I-”

“Comparison is the thief of joy.” You cut the boy off. “Lest you desire to make yourself unhappy, do not compare yourself to others.”

Garroth smiles to himself. “How could I ever be unhappy in your presence?” Garroth can feel his breath getting caught in his chest the moment he hears what he’s said. He can’t help the way his eyes trace the curve of your lips as they slowly curl into an downturned smile - the kind of smile one gives when they attempt to hide their growing delight.

Garroth really likes that about you. He really likes it when he says something so unexpected that you can’t contain a reaction. Whether you’re forced to stifle a laugh or hide your smile behind your hands, Garroth adores it every single time. 

Irene forgive him for thinking such a thing, but Garroth finds you much more beautiful when your true feelings slip through the cracks of your otherwise chilverious exterior. He really, truly adored you.

Don’t get him wrong, your devout determination to others is worth every ounce of adoration you get. It’s the reason why Garroth was drawn to you in the first place! But these small, seemingly insignificant moments are the ones that Garroth looks forward to the most. He likes… no, it’s not just the moments Garroth likes.

Garroth loves you.

Garroth Ro’Meave has never fallen in love before, but he’s fairly certain that if he did fall in love, he fell in love with you.

“...pardon?”

Garroth can see the confusion on your face loud and clear, and it makes him aware of what he just said. Had the words really slipped out that easily? I mean, if the dryness in his mouth is any indication then he really did just say what he was thinking. He really did just tell you-

“I love you.” Garroth is surprised by the sound of his own voice, but it doesn’t feel wrong. Hearing those words really puts his own feelings into perspective. He’s never felt this way for someone - he’s never wanted to feel this way for someone, but for you he doesn’t mind. For you, he’s glad! For you, Garroth would do just about anything.

“Garroth…” Your voice waivers in a way the boy has never heard before. It breaks his heart to see you look at him like this, but seeing you step away hurts him even more. “You can’t…”

“I’m telling the truth.” Garroth assures you. “I really do love you.”

You open your mouth to reply but Garroth cuts you off by reaching for your hand and pulling you against his chest. You stare at Garroth with an expression he can’t quite understand. There’s a softness in your hesitance, but a heart wrenchingly reluctant look in your eyes.

He shouldn’t have said anything. He knows he needs to let you turn him down! But he can’t help it. How can Garroth bear to stay silent when he catches you staring as often as you catch him. Is it for closure? Is that all he needs?

Or maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way he does and you won’t admit it.

Garroth knows he shouldn’t push you further. He really shouldn’t. But Garroth, well… he knows how selfish he really is.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same and I swear you’ll never have to deal with me again. Just… tell me the truth.” He pleads. His eyes trace every inch of your face in a desperate attempt to stop himself from leaning in and doing what he knows he shouldn’t. He wants to. He desperately and pathetically wants to, but his respect for you holds him back.

You blink up at Garroth slowly. “Garroth, you’re the son of a lord. You’re engaged to someone else! I can’t-”

“Can’t, or don’t?”

“I…” For a moment, Garroth thinks he can feel your hand squeeze his own. It’s hesitant and slow, but it’s ultimately a deliberate action - just as deliberate as your decision to push Garroth away. “I don’t think this is the time or place to discuss such a thing.”

“But I need to know your answer.”

“I know, but it’s as I said before.” You assure the boy with a smile - a different one from the ones he’s seen before. “There’s only a few weeks until we graduate. Once we know where we’re placed, I’ll tell you my answer.”

Garroth knows you. He knows that you wouldn’t draw things out if you weren’t sure of your own feelings. Just by the sight of that smile, he knows you feel the same. Perhaps not as strongly as he does, but you do care. He can’t quite explain it, but it all feels reassuring. Like he’s bound for good news that’s just waiting to come. All he had to do was wait.

All he had to do was wait.

Why didn’t he wait? Why did he have to tell you then and there? If Garroth had known the consequences of his actions, would he have told you the truth? He doesn’t regret the way he felt, he’ll never regret knowing how it felt to love you at all, but you were right. 

He should not have acted so brashly.

Should not have been so selfish!

But he was, and he is.

And in the end, Garroth was not the one who paid the price for his selfish ways.

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Knowing How I Make You Feel

Zenix | MS, Fluff

→ “Will you be forever with me?” - Blue, Yung Kai.

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Pairing: MS!Zenix X Reader

WC: 1.0k

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There are four times in Zenix’s life where he felt totally and completely helpless.

The first time Zenix felt this way, he was seven years old and getting chased by a goose.

You’d think that birds are generally docile creatures, but nope! The goose that chased Zenix was aggravated and looking for blood. He didn’t even know geese could have teeth, let alone that they’d come after him for no seeming reason!

One could only imagine the speechlessness of a child who’s running for their life from a bird that’s practically the same size as them. Not a fun time, but the first time Zenix had truly felt helpless at the hands, er… wings, of another

The second time he felt this way, which was a far less embarrassing experience, was equally as unexpected as the first. The feeling of helplessness completely blindsided him and left him at a loss for words. You’d think that a 19-year-old with a sharp tongue would always have something to say, Zenix certainly thought so, yet he suddenly found himself completely and utterly taken aback by the sight of you.

What stuck out to Zenix wasn’t the way your sundress matched the colours of the sunkissed beach, but the way you created a symphony with nothing but your voice and an old viola. Even the seagulls were enamoured with the sound of your melodies!

Though the boy doesn’t usually pay attention to such oddities (such as a person on their lonesome who's singing and dancing on the beach), you were an exception.

At first he was just curious about the flock of birds that had gathered at your feet, but then he was completely taken by your beauty. Zenix has always known what it means to be conventionally attractive, but the sight before him was more than that. Your beauty was more than simply conventional. It was-! It was…?

Okay, Zenix wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it was different. He wasn’t sure if it was charming or strange, but it was enough that someone like him would notice.

And when he suddenly caught your gaze? Zenix knew he was in for one hell of a ride.

The third time Zenix had felt so utterly helpless was a few weeks after the second. He’s not sure how he managed to ask you out on a date, nor is he sure about why you decided to stick around for so long, but by the end of your fourth date Zenix found himself at a loss for words.

You, someone he learned was extremely fun to be around and an overall amazing person, were the one to ask him to be your boyfriend.

Zenix isn’t against the idea of breaking stereotypical social norms but Good Irene. There’s no way that you don’t know about the power behind that smile of yours. Zenix is sure you could get whatever you want from him with just that smile alone. Not that he’d admit to such a thing, but it’s something he knows he’ll never be able to deny.

Perhaps that’s why Zenix agreed to be your boyfriend so easily - once he was able to find the words, that is.

He can’t say he’s proud of how long it took for him to find the right words to say. Even when he did, he’s pretty sure the only thing he conveyed was his confusion. I mean, how often does someone find a girl as wonderful as you with a boy as rebellious as Zenix? Less often than never, but certainly not too often.

As soon as all the confusion was cleared up and you got your answer, you laughed. There was nothing particularly special about the way you laughed, but it made Zenix feel like his heart was soaring. It made him want to be the reason for your laughter.

And he did exactly that.

There was a time where Zenix bought you flowers just because he wanted to, but by the time he got them to you he was a puffy-eyed, snot-nosed mess of a boyfriend. He already knew he was allergic to your favourite flowers but when he saw them at the store he couldn’t help but want to bring them to you. And you, of course, couldn’t help but laugh when he tried to act like he wasn’t feeling the brunt of his allergies.

Then there was another time where Zenix was trying to feed ducks down at the lake. Everything was cute until he ran out of bread - at which point the ducks began to peck at the boy’s feet in hopes that he would drop more food for them. He would endure those ducks time and time again if it meant he got to hear your laughter from the sidelines.

Despite feeling flustered and embarrassed, Zenix always had his wits about him for you. With you, Zenix was never quite as helpless as he’d once been, but that was until today.

The fourth time Zenix felt completely and utterly helpless was this very moment.

Seven years into dating you and Zenix finally has enough courage to pop the question. You’ve always been patient with him and he was pretty sure you’d say yes, but the world tends to move a lot slower when you’re down on one knee in front of the person you love - in the place where he first met you, for the record.

Every second you stare down at the boy feels like a century. He just continues to stare up at you in anticipation of your answer. Just when he starts to doubt himself, you tilt your head with a curious smile.

“Zenix? Did you hear me?”

Zenix blinks up at you, confused. “What?”

“I said yes.”

“You did?”

“Yes, I did.” You smile as you kneel down to match Zenix’s level. “I said yes as soon as you asked. Did you not hear me?”

“Well I-” Zenix can feel his face starting to warm as he averts his gaze. “I was just making sure you weren’t messing with me. Obviously.”

“Oh my gosh. Let me say it again then.” You wrap your arms around Zenix’s neck and pull him into an embrace. The boy can feel your body trembling as you break out into a mix of laughter and what he hopes are tears of joy. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

And Zenix, despite having been completely speechless mere moments ago, smiles. He can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

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For Me, It's Enough

Laurance | MS, Smut, Reader Request

→ “I know better than to call you mine.” - Let’s Fall in Love for the Night, FINNEAS

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Pairing: MS!Laurance X Reader

WC: 1.1k

CW: Suggestive themes ahead - nothing too explicit.

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Laurance allows one of his hands to cup your face while the other drifts down to your hip. He can’t help but look at your lips longingly while being unsure of whether he should close the gap. To reunite with a friend after the better part of a decade is one thing, but to reunite with his sister’s best friend from highschool? That was a completely different matter.

What had begun as a morning grocery run quickly spiralled into an impromptu-friend-date when he bumped into you. Laurance has always been a fan of being spontaneous, so dropping everything to hang out with you was the obvious choice! As much as you were his sister’s best friend, you were Laurance’s friend too. It’s only natural that Laurance would want to hang out with you if you were in town!

From brunch to the park to the front door of your house, Laurance has been loving every single second with you. You’re just as funny and charming as he remembered, thank Irene, but there’s one thing about you that’s changed.

Laurance has always found you pretty, but the years have allowed you to grow into your looks in a way that makes it impossible to deny your beauty. He was able to hold himself back from any overly flirtatious comments that would’ve taken you by surprise, but he couldn’t say goodbye without giving you at least one slightly-more-than-friendly compliment.

One compliment turned into five and suddenly his quick goodbye turned into something more.

Maybe it’s because you could feel his reluctance to leave but you invited Laurance inside. Now it seems that this impromptu-friend-date was slowly encroaching the point of no return.

“Laurance?” You call the boy’s name so effortlessly, and the smile you wear perfectly encapsulates all of the best parts about you. If not for the way that you lean into his touch then Laurance is sure he’d forget where he was in the first place. “Laurance Zvahl? Are you there?”

Laurance forces himself to look at your eyes. “W-what?” He asks.

You quietly laugh and pull yourself closer to Laurance’s body. “I was just asking if you wanted to kiss me. It’s okay if you say no.”

Laurance would be lying if he said he never wanted to kiss you right now. Hell, he’d be lying if he said he’s never wanted to kiss you at all! But as things stand, he’s not sure if he should. Something about the way you look up at him… Laurance just knows that if he leans down to kiss you, he’ll end up wanting more than just a kiss.

Laurance knows himself. He knows he’s the kind of person who loves to give in to his whims and live his life by the seat of his pants. That may not be the kind of person you think he is, but that’s the kind of person he’s deemed himself to be - and the fact that you may think differently is the very reason why he knows this is a bad idea.

You’re the kind of person who deserves stability and trust, not Laurance’s perceived ego and recklessness. Simply put, Laurance knows better than to call you his. He shouldn’t.

Not even for a moment.

And yet, your pleading eyes all but pull him in - Laurance allows himself to be pulled in. He lets you pull him down to your level and press your lips against his for a single kiss.

One kiss he said. Laurance said he’d only allow himself to give you one kiss, but he can’t get enough of your taste. He can’t resist the soft feeling of your lips nor the gentle tugging of your hands. He doesn’t want to resist you. Not in the slightest.

One kiss turns into five and suddenly his hand has slipped beneath the hem of your shirt.

The boy uses the tips of his fingers to gingerly caress the side of your waist. Your skin is soft beneath his hand, and the way you gasp makes him chuckle. Everything about you is so dangerously addicting. He wants you. Laurance wants you to want him.

With just that thought alone Laurance can’t bear to pull himself away from you. He chases your lips with his own and steals as many kisses as he possibly can - as many kisses as you’ll let him have. Even when you pull away to catch your breath, Laurance wants more. He trails kisses down your jaw and neck until his lips reach the fabric of your shirt. He’s about to pull your shirt up to expose what lies beneath, but he doesn’t. Laurance finally manages to stop himself.

With the hand he has tucked beneath the fabric of your shirt, Laurance trails his fingers back down your torso and looks up to meet your gaze. He finds you rather cute like this - with your eyes carefully watching his movements and anticipating every second that comes next. But when he doesn’t do what you think he’ll do, you can’t help but pout.

“Laurance?” You ask, his name falling from your lips so easily. “Is something wrong?”

The boy can tell you’re trying your best not to look away. He can’t help but smile to himself before giving your lips a quick little peck. “Nothing’s wrong.” He assures you. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” You use one of your hands to rake through the boy’s brown locks of hair. “Are you?”

“Depends on what you define as being okay.” Laurance caresses your jaw slowly - maybe even affectionately. “I want you so damn badly, but I don’t know if you feel the same way.”

This time it seems it’s your turn to laugh, and you do. Your voice trickles out in an amused fashion and you lean forward to pepper a few kisses against Laurance’s face. One against his temple, one against his cheek, and one on the underside of his jaw. “I want you, Laurance. I know you probably won’t stay with me, but I want you. Even if it’s just for tonight, I’ll let you call me yours.”

“Don’t say that.” Laurance pleads as he rests his forehead against yours. “All it’s going to do is make me want you even more.”

“I know.” Your admission causes Laurance to look up at you abruptly. He doesn’t know what he was expecting you to say, he doesn’t even know what he would want you to say, but the look in your eyes says it all. Though there’s a hint of pleading, it’s also a rather knowing look. The both of you know how much you meant what you said.

How can Laurance hope to deny you or himself when you look at him in such a way? The boy knows better than to call you his - he really does!

He couldn’t, and he really shouldn’t, but he will.

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I Love You

Blaze | MS, Angst, Reader Request

→ “Then, of course, I’ll let you break my heart again.” - Let You Break My Heart Again, Laufey.

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Pairing: MS!Blaze X Reader

WC: 1.9k

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Blaze sits in the driver’s seat of his car wondering how he got himself into this situation. He was going to have a fun night of video games and snacks but now he’s driving nearly two hours to who-knows-where just because you asked him to. Usually that wouldn’t be an issue, but things have been different ever since the breakup.

Neither of you were at fault for the break up. These kinds of things happen - especially when a couple jumps into a relationship as quickly as the two of you had. It was one good weekend followed by a mere two weeks of talking, and suddenly the two of you were dating.

The two of you spent the better part of two years together. Every single day Blaze spent with you was fun and exciting, and days apart forced hours to drag on into years. The two of you shared similar goals, similar hobbies, and there was lots to talk about without things getting awkward! Being together felt too good to be true. You were too good to be true.

There are so many things he could say about you. You’re smart, sweet, excitable, patient, beautiful - Blaze could go on and on. You were exactly the type of girl Blaze always thought he’d marry, and he knew you shared the same sentiment about him. You were almost perfect for each other.

It’s a shame that almost isn’t enough.

There are some values in life that are weighted more heavily than others, and unfortunately the two of you didn’t share the same view on some of those things. Neither of you are in the wrong for what you believed, but both of you knew that marriage, despite your wants, wasn’t a viable option.

Blaze would never force you to change, and you would never force him to change either. That’s why, no matter how much the two of you wanted things to work out, you both knew that the relationship couldn’t go further.

The boy grips the steering wheel tightly and his eyes jump around the road impatiently. He’s not angry, he could never be angry with you, but if not anger then what is this feeling in his chest?

He doesn’t understand why you’d call him out here in the middle of the night. He’s been driving in the middle of nowhere for the past forty minutes and there’s still no sign of you - or a place you could be. It sucks that it’s well past midnight but he can forgive you on the grounds that it’s a Friday.

Finally, as he turns the car onto what he assumes is the final stretch, Blaze catches sight of a mansion in the distance. It’s not too far, probably only two or three kilometers away, but the size and scale of the property is astonishing. He’s never seen a place as beautiful as this in real life! He’s about to turn into the driveway (and believe him when he calls it a driveway) when he suddenly catches sight of someone standing at the edge of the gate with a suitcase beside them.

Blaze pulls in slowly to avoid hitting the stranger (if they were to run out without warning), but he quickly realises that it’s you who’s standing outside. You’re wearing a floor-length dress that compliments your figure perfectly. It was the kind of thing you loved to wear to fancy gatherings.

Blaze stops the car and gets out. “Hey!” He calls, his heart jumping when you turn your head to meet his gaze. “I’m here. Are you alright?”

You grab your suitcase and start walking towards the boy. “Blaze… You really came?” Under the darkness of night your expression is pretty well hidden, but Blaze can tell from the sound of your voice that you’re pretty intoxicated. This fact is only confirmed when he gets closer to you.

You’re not completely wasted, thank Irene, but you’ve definitely had something to drink.

As Blaze goes to take your bag from you, you stumble forward into the boy’s arms. While Blaze’s first thought is relief that he was able to catch you but it’s immediately followed by the fact that you’re cold. You’re so cold.

“How long have you been waiting?” Blaze asks. He doesn’t even think twice as he takes off his flannel and drapes it around your shoulders.”Why didn’t you wait inside?”

You shrug and attempt to stand up straight. “I can’t go back inside.”

“Why not?” Blaze can feel his stomach start to churn as he gingerly opens his car door and motions for you to sit down. “I thought you came here with your friends? Did they do something to you? Did they hurt you?!”

“No! No. They didn’t do anything to me, it’s just-” You shake your head and pull the boy’s flannel closer to your chest. “Can we go now? I’ll tell you about it on the road.”

Blaze knows you well. He knows you’re not lying when you tell him that you’re not hurt, but he also knows that it’s only a matter of time before you fall asleep in the passenger seat. He doesn’t want to pry, he has no right to pry into your personal life, but he’s worried.

He’s worried about you.

Blaze throws your suitcase into the backseat and climbs into the driver’s seat. After he puts on his seatbelt (and subtly checks that you put yours on too) he reverses out and begins the long trek home.

At first the car is quiet. The boy allows the humming of the engine and the sound of the tires to fill the silence, but he eventually lets his impatience get the best of him.

“What happened tonight?” Blaze asks.

You’re quiet for a moment, your face is turned away from Blaze, but you eventually sigh. “It was a wedding.” You admit quietly.

“I thought you loved weddings.”

“I do.”

“See?” Blaze glances over at you but you’re still facing the window. “If you love weddings then why are you leaving so early? Don’t you want to celebrate with your friends?”

You don’t reply. Blaze isn’t really sure why you stopped replying. It’s not like you could’ve fallen asleep that quickly, and it’s not like his question was rude! Usually you love to ramble on about the ceremony and after party, but tonight you don’t. It’s weird.

“You’re acting weird.” Blaze observes.

You shrug. “Oh. I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry. Just tell me why you wanted to leave so early.”

Blaze can hear you take a deep breath, as if you were about to reply, but you hold back your response. He glances at you again and sees that you’re still turned away.

Against his better judgement Blaze reaches toward your face and tries to get a look at your expression. He isn’t quite sure what to make of your reaction; how you immediately grab his hand and interlock your fingers with his in order to keep your face turned away.

Good Irene, have mercy.

The way your fingers intertwine with his is deathly familiar. The way your fingers feel between his, the way your grasp tightens and softens in seemingly random intervals, it’s all so familiar. If he didn’t know any better he could pretend that the two of you were still something rather than nothing. In fact, he wants to let himself feel that way, but he knows you’re doing this because you don’t want him to see your face.

At first Blaze tries to wriggle his hand out of your grasp but you hold on too tight. If that didn’t confirm what he was already suspecting, then the slightly salty smell in the air was a dead giveaway.

Without hurting you, Blaze uses his strength to bring his hand, still intertwined with yours, to your face. He grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger in order to reveal your expression to him. Just as he suspected, you’re crying.

Blaze can feel his heart breaking the moment you lock eyes with him.

You only hold his gaze for a moment before looking down. Your lips are curled in an attempt to hide your frown, but it gives way to a poorly attempted smile instead. Your eyes are glossy and there are tear marks down your cheeks. He isn’t sure if they were there before he picked you up, or if they only came to be within the confines of his car.

“I’m sorry. I’m so-rry” You try to hide your tears but your words come out in a half-suppressed sob that isn’t fooling anyone.

“Why are you crying?” Blaze asks, still holding your face in his hands but no longer forcing you to face him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“Blaze, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” You finally release Blaze’s hand from your grasp. In response, the boy pulls his hand back to the steering wheel. Even without looking he can tell you’re wiping your tears. As if that will be enough to make him forget the sadness in your expression.

Blaze takes a shallow breath and forces himself to keep watching the road. “I just want to know why you’re crying. If you’re really okay then you wouldn’t be crying, right?”

“I miss home, okay? I just… I really need to sleep at home tonight. I need something familiar.”

“You mean I’m not familiar enough?”

“Why do you think I called you?” You’re silent for a while afterwards, as if you hadn’t meant to say that much, but you eventually allow yourself to lean against the boy’s shoulder.

There are a lot of things Blaze wanted to tell you but he wasn’t completely sure how to put them into words. He cares about you, but he also knows that it’s not in his place to say anything to you. Not the kind of things he wants to say to you.

Even so, it hurts.

Not being able to reach out and hold you hurts. The way Blaze has to force himself to keep his mouth shut, and the way he’s forced to endure your silence hurts. It hurts worse than any physical pain he could ever hope to endure.

And yet, Blaze allows you to lay your head against his shoulder. He knows he shouldn’t let you do this. He knows that this moment, no matter how fleeting, will make him miss you even more than he already does! But he can’t deny that some part of him wanted this. No, it’s not just some part. Blaze has wanted something like this with every fiber of his being for as long as he can remember.

He loves you enough to know that this isn’t a good idea, but he loves you too much to tell you to stop. This moment with you won’t last forever. In fact, Blaze knows that this is one of, if the the last time he’ll get to be with you like this.

It’s a mere two hours until he gets home. A measly two hours he can spend without pretending he doesn’t love you - and good Irene, does that break his heart.

No matter how badly his heart breaks, no matter how long or short the drive may be, Blaze thinks he would allow you this moment over and over again. Surely this pain is just a small price to pay for loving you so damn much.

And Blaze knows he’ll never stop loving you.

[chackyxyooj]

I Know For Sure

Vylad | MCD, Fluff

→ “I think I could be someone you like.” - Someone You Like, The Girl and the Dreamcatcher.

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Pairing: MCD!Vylad X Reader

WC: 1.2k

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Vylad Ro’meave, son of Zianna Ro’meave and adopted son of the lord of O’Khasis, Garte Ro’meave, was slowly growing more distant from his family. It’s one thing to be the product of an affair, but it’s another to be isolated from the people he loves most.

Life at home had become insufferable. Between his older brother leaving for guard academy and his mother being busy with diplomatic missions all the time, Vylad was left at the mercy of the cruelest person he knew - Zane Ro’meave.

Half brothers as they may be, Vylad didn’t liken himself to Zane at all. Zane was cruel, stubborn and far too fixated on the Patron Irene.

Zane’s dislike for Vylad has never been a question. The older boy never even allows his younger brother to step foot outside because, in Zane’s own words, Vylads rank amongst the nobles would provide nothing but mockery and shame. Nothing Vylad could do would ever be worth a thing.

It’s no wonder why Vylad prefers to spend most of his days in his chamber; away from the prying eyes and ears of the nobles. The only time he left was when his mother would briefly return home from her trips, but those times were far and few between. As it was, Vyald was beginning to grow distant from the feeling of love.

However, things changed on the day of his fourteenth birthday.

With no one to celebrate with, Vylad decided to go out into town of his own volition. No guards, no fancy clothes and no family ties. Just a young boy going into town in search of something he could call a birthday present for himself.

Little did he know, this trip is what would lead Vylad to you.

Not too far removed from the life of nobility, you were the daughter of a well renowned baker. You were not a part of high society per say, but you were familiar enough to understand that the boy who just walked into the bakery was far from a lost boy in search of his mother.

Unlike the common nobility, you seemed kind. You listened to the boy and offered him the best desserts your humble shop could provide. It had been a while since anyone treated the boy with unadulterated kindness, let alone sticking around to listen to him ramble. It was simple, but oh so desperately desired by the young boy.

From that day forward Vylad made it a point to buy something new from your shop every single week. He didn’t want to make his trips too frequent, lest his brother or father find out of his ventures beyond their residence, but it was enough to keep him motivated.

Today was yet another day in which Vylad would visit your shop.

With a steady and determined grip, Vyald pulls open the door to the shop and steps inside. He’s grown to love the smell of freshly baked bread. He loves tasting the subtle sweetness of whipped cream and sugar in the air. He even seems to like the slightly uncomfortable warmth that comes from the constant baking going on throughout the day.

Most notable of all, Vylad loves the smile you greet him with every time you see him.

“Hello?” Vylad calls upon reaching the counter.

“Just a moment!” You call from deep within the kitchen. The boy can hear you scrambling for a, likely the sounds of you stumbling as you wipe down your apron or pull back your hair, before watching you turn the corner. As always, you greet him with a soft, warm smile. “Back again, are you? A tad bit warm to be wearing a scarf, isn’t it?” You tease the boy with a slight chuckle.

Vylad shrugs. “I like it.”

“Well, I suppose that I too would wear a scarf if it was as nice as yours.” You subtly reach back and tighten the apron around your waist.

Vylad instinctively follows your actions and observes the distinct hand marks that litter the surface of your apron. There are several white ones and a select amount of brown ones. Immediately the boy smiles up at you. “How goes the baking?”

“I can’t say it’s been without its trials.” You sigh and lean forward on the counter, unconsciously closing the distance between yourself and Vylad. “For weeks I’ve been trying to perfect my chocolate cupcakes, and for weeks I’ve continued to be met with failure. However, it would seem that today my tribulations have finally led me to success!”

“Really? That’s wonderful news!” Vylad hums, unconsciously returning your level of excitement.

“I know!” You chime and suddenly pull away from the boy. “At first it was too dry, then it was too dense, then it was somehow too chocolatey? But I truly believe this is the batch that will finally force a compliment from your lips!” 

“You act as if I’ve never complimented you before!” Vylad calls while watching you retreat into the kitchen, though you likely don’t hear him over the sound of your own ramblings.

He thought it rather cute how you rambled the entire time - even if that meant you hadn’t heard what he said. In fact, Vylad can’t help but smile at you every second he’s with you. He can’t help but admire the slight red of your cheeks and pep in your step. They’re some of the many things Vylad has come to adore.

When you return to the boy, you bear a small tray of cupcakes. “Go on then.” You gleam while setting the tray of cupcakes in front of Vylad. “Try one.”

Vylad reaches for a cupcake slowly. The way your attention follows his movements is ever so endearing, and the way you hold your breath as he brings the sweet to his lips is adorable. He holds the cupcake just in front of his lips and meets your gaze.

Good Irene. If Vylad could paint a portrait of you right now, he would. There’s nary a thing about you that isn’t worth his adoration, and the look on your face all but proves it.

As much as Vylad wants to drag this moment out, he takes a bite of the cupcake you’ve worked so hard to perfect. It’s sweet, but not too sweet. The texture of the cake is soft without being too dense, and the whipped icing is a perfect compliment for the slight dryness that comes with the spongy texture. Overall, it’s your most perfect batch yet.

“It’s delicious! Dare I say perfect.” Vylad admits before taking another bite.

“Oh my Irene-” You gasp in surprise. The reaction causes Vylad to break out into a slight grin - a knowing smile that you return in full. “My toughest patron has bestowed upon me the highest praise I’ll ever receive!”

Vylad shakes his head in amusement. “Please. We both know that you’re one of the most talented bakers in all of O’Khasis.”

“Perhaps not talented per say, but one of the most hard working. Even so, a compliment from my most frequent patron, not to mention my toughest critic, is the only validation I seek to receive.” You say with a slightly breathy laugh. The sound, though not unheard by the boy before, suddenly makes his heart skip a beat.

Vylad has never known what it was to fall in love, he hardly remembered what love was supposed to feel like, but he knew he had it for you.

[chackyxyooj]

Without a Doubt

Blaze | MS, Smut, Reader Request

→ “Could it be that you're the one I'm looking for?” - Aphrodite, RINI

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Pairing: MS!Blaze X Reader

WC: 2.3k

I got a bit carried away writing this request for @baugettetaylorsversion - this one isn't very smut heavy (it's a bit suggestive at best), but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

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Blaze wasn’t completely sure about the idea of a group trip to Starlight Island. He’s heard plenty of good things about the resort but he didn’t have that kind of money! The boy doesn’t even have enough money to pay for rent on his own. How on earth was he supposed to find the funds to go to a place as extravagant as Starlight?

That was his thought process until he learned that the trip was an all-expenses-paid-for vacation! Courtesy of Derek, of course. The only stipulation was that he and the other werewolves continued to keep Aaron company. Something he’d be willing to do for free!

Expenses and stipulations aside, there was one last thing Blaze worried about.

Flying.

Logically speaking Blaze is completely aware of the fact that airplanes are built for flying. He’s heard someone say that they’re safer in the sky than they are on land! Not that knowing said fact would make him feel better. As takeoff day came closer, Blaze became more and more anxious. The boy could hardly keep any food down by the time he was in the airport.

So worried that the half of a sandwich he had would soon greet him once more, Blaze poured all his focus into getting to the bathroom. That fixation was what led him to accidentally bumping into you in the middle of cleaning your sunglasses. What’s worse than simply knocking over your glasses was the crunch beneath his feet as he attempted to apologize.

Before he could realise what was happening you’d already tucked your face into the boy’s jacket. His first reaction was to step away from you but your grip was stronger than he expected. At this point Blaze was far too stunned to pull away, not to mention how his need to get to the bathroom had disappeared. 

“Woah, hey- are you okay?” He asks while trying to get a better look at your face. This task proves rather difficult considering that you’re wearing a baseball cap that dips down in front of your face, as well as a mask that’s pulled down just below your chin.

“Please don’t move yet.” You plead. “I need to hide my face.”

The boy tilts his head in confusion. “Are you hiding from someone?” His eyes dart around as he scans the area for anyone suspicious before returning his attention to you.

“I wouldn’t say I’m hiding from one singular person per say, but yeah. I’m hiding.” You pull away from the boy ever so slightly, your gaze meeting his. “Please don’t pull away. I need to fix my mask before anyone recognizes me.”

Good Irene, you’re beautiful.

With how taken aback he’s become, Blaze simply nods and allows you to adjust yourself until you’re satisfied. In fact, Blaze was so taken aback he was left staring at your back as you walked away.

Though he only had a moment to admire your face, Blaze knew he would never forget it. The colour of eyes, the soft glow of your skin, everything about you was just so darn pretty.

The rest of the time he spent waiting for the plane was much more tolerable - mostly because he wasn’t thinking about flying anymore and was thinking about you instead.

Who were you? There was such an aura of mystery and beauty about you that he’s never experienced before. What’s more is the fact that you were so calm. You’d think that someone who just had their sunglasses crushed would be more upset, but you were pretty calm. There was the odd moment in which you were hiding but that only made you more intriguing.

It wasn’t until Blaze was sitting in the plane that his anxiety returned. He knew he should’ve been excited to sit in business class seats but things were not going well for him. He was the odd man out of his five friends who would be sitting on his own. Okay, he’s not technically sitting alone but sitting beside a stranger wasn’t any better. This was just one flight. One ride before he would be back on solid ground in none other than Starlight!

But boy, did buckling his seatbelt make Blaze feel queasier than ever.

So caught up in keeping his food down, the werewolf didn’t even notice when his flight partner sat down on the other side of the makeshift wall between the seats. He hardly even had enough willpower to pay attention to the flight attendants in the isles giving the safety demonstrations.

Blaze can’t help his rapid thoughts as he sinks further into his seat. This is fine. Everything’s going according to plan. This is just a plane. Just a takeoff! Nothing unusual.

The hum of the engine is steady. That’s good. The flight attendants look calm. That’s supposed to be reassuring. It’s fine. Blaze is fine. His hands aren’t shaking, they’re just keen on resting. Yup. Breathing is normal. Posture is normal. Everything is- was that a bump? No, that’s just the wheels rolling over something. Perfectly normal. Surely the pilots have done this hundreds of times. Thousands. Blaze trusted them. He trusts physics! At the very least he trusts this seatbelt, which is definitely tight enough. Blaze is calm. He’s so calm! There was no way that anyone around him could tell otherwise, right?

“Are you okay?”

The boy’s attention snaps in the direction of the unfamiliar voice but he stops himself from staring at the stranger. He can’t bear to imagine the kind of look they’d have on their face. “Yup!” He answers on instinct. “Everything’s perfectly fine over here. Not worried at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! I-I mean, there’s no reason for me to be scared. Because I’m not! Who would be?”

“Okay then…” There’s a pause from the stranger as they adjust themselves in their seat. They’re likely debating if they should really be discussing this kind of thing before takeoff. That’s what Blaze assumes until the stranger speaks up. “Oh hey, you’re that guy from earlier. The one who broke my sunglasses.”

At this Blaze finally looks over at the stranger. “What?” He tilts his head slightly, peering at someone who he knows is you, but he can’t be sure. You’re still wearing the baseball cap and mask to obscure your features, but now you have a new pair of sunglasses?

“You know, from earlier.” You affirm.

Blaze can’t gauge how you’re feeling from the sound of your voice alone. He has no idea if you’re fuming or just making conversation. Either way, the pit in his stomach has shifted, if just for a moment, from his fear of flying to his fear of sitting beside someone who probably hates his guts.

Every single word gets caught somewhere between Blaze’s chest and his mouth. He really didn’t mean to offend you and he definitely didn’t mean to anger you.

This awkward standoff lasts for way longer than Blaze is comfortable with, but you eventually decide to break the silence. “It’s okay. They were a cheap pair of sunglasses anway. These ones are pretty cheap too.” You take off your sunglasses and hold them out toward the boy, your eyes peering into his own.

Gosh, your eyes are so enchanting.

If the way your eyes crinkle are any indication, it appears that you notice Blaze’s lack of subtlety in his staring. Your gaze darts around for a quick moment before you pull off your mask and cap. Low and behold, you’re an absolutely stunning sight to see.

Blaze is about to compliment you on your looks but doesn’t when the plane suddenly starts to pick up speed. The boy’s attention darts away from you due to the sudden change but he’s completely taken aback when you grab his face and turn it toward you again.

“Don’t think about the plane.” You urge.

“I can’t.” Blaze can feel the hairs on his body start to stand on end. “I think I’m gonna hurl.”

“Try to think about something else.” You take your cap and put it on the boy’s head. His ears naturally fold forward beneath the fabric of the hat, to which you gently place your hands on top of his ears. “Maybe something you’re excited to do when you arrive at Starlight?”

With your hands on top of his folded ears the sounds of the plane have become muffled, but everything about takeoff was still as terrifying as before. How on earth could Blaze think about something other than takeoff right now? It was only a matter of time before he was thousands of kilometers in the air with nothing between himself and the ground except a seat and- gosh, is it just him or is it getting harder to breathe?

Your expression contorts for a moment but then you pull a gentle smile onto your face. “Do you want to kiss me?” You ask.

“W-what?” The boy blinks down at you in disbelief.

Instead of replying to the boy, you close your eyes and stay exactly where you are. Maybe it’s his fear of flying, or just the circumstances in general, but Blaze can’t help but feel like this is a horrible idea.

Blaze looks at you longingly, his eyes tracing the curve of your lips as he unconsciously inches toward you. You’re pretty. Like, really pretty. The only thing he wants is to lean down and kiss you, but he holds back. He’s a complete stranger to you! Doing that kind of thing was not something he’d do normally. But you’re okay with this. You offered to kiss him. That’s a good sign, right? Or is it a trick?

Despite his better judgement Blaze leans forward and presses his lips against yours. At first he only intends to give you a quick peck, but when your lips chase after his Blaze finds that he doesn’t want to stop himself from kissing you more.

The sounds around Blaze start to fade away as he leans more and more into the kiss. Your hands are so gentle against his head, and your skin is so soft beneath his fingertips. And the taste of your lips- gosh, did you taste as sweet as you smiled. Blaze had never wanted to kiss a stranger so badly before, but you were an exception.

To be completely honest, not that it wasn’t already obvious, but Blaze had been taken aback by you from the moment he first saw you. He doesn’t understand it. It’s almost like you cast some sort of spell on him.

He’s infatuated with you. With the sound of your voice and the taste of your lips. Blaze doesn’t consider himself someone who covets others, but he’s loving every second of you.

By the time Blaze has enough sense in himself to pull away his face is completely flushed. He wants to kiss you again, but he wants to admire the look on your face even more. The boy isn’t really sure when his hand made it to your face but he’s glad you don’t seem to mind.

“You’re so pretty.” Blaze compliments you while caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You nod your head with a slight chuckle. “I’ve heard as much. I am a model after all.”

“You’re a model?!”

You nod your head again, though this time you don’t attempt to soften your laugh. “It’s not that fancy. I mean, Starlight is going to be my first big gig. My contractor is flying me out in business class, after all.”

“Woah.” Blaze sighs in a daze. “I just made out with a model. A famous model!”

Just as you’re about to reply, the flight attendants inform the passengers that they have reached cruising altitude and can now unbuckle their seatbelts to move about the cabin. Almost as soon as the announcement was made you removed your hands and cap from the boy’s head.

Blaze didn’t even realise how quickly time had gone by since sitting next to you - let alone kissing you. If he was being honest, it was a little embarrassing.

“How are you feeling?” You ask with a small but pleasant smile.

“About making out?”

“No, no.” You laugh. “About taking off. You know, flying?”

“Oh. It wasn’t so bad. I don’t even know why I was so scared to begin with!” Blaze can feel his face becoming warm again. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“For the kisses, right?”

“Pfft, yeah. Of course.” He says sarcastically.

Your smile softens as you look over at the boy. There’s a knowing look in your eyes but you don’t make it obvious. You’re actually rather pretty when you smile like this. Then again, Blaze has thought that since the moment he first saw you.

Your eyes dart down for a moment. “I used to be friends with another werewolf back when I was growing up. He was a really nice boy, super kind, but he was deathly afraid of anything and everything. I learned how to comfort him over the years of being friends, so I thought I’d help you out. Not that you were scared or anything.” You look up and give Blaze a coy little smile.

While at first Blaze returns the smile, he quickly turns confused. “Wait, you used to kiss your friend to comfort him?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. All I did was cover his ears and help him think about other things. I kissed you because I wanted to.”

Blaze can’t help himself from perking up. “Really?” He asks.

“Really.” You confirm.

“Wow. A famous model wanted to kiss me.” Blaze coos to himself. Partly to brag to himself, but mostly to amuse you. “If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.”

You grin. “There is one thing I’d like to ask you for.”

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Ein | MS, Angst

→ “Maybe we should love like kids.” - Love Like Kids, GRAHAM.

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Pairing: MS!Ein X Reader

WC: 1.2k

TW: Possessive & Manipulative behaviour from Ein (but what else is new?)

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Ragged breaths and heavy footsteps bounce off the walls as Ein drags himself to the front door of his apartment. There isn’t much that the boy enjoys these days, and returning home wasn’t one of them. His entire body weighs him down as he leans against the door frame. His hands dig through his pockets to find his keys long enough that when he finally finds them, he doesn’t have enough patience to want to unlock the door himself.

Quietly muttering to himself, Ein shoves his key into the door and wriggles it around until it finally swings open. The boy doesn’t waste any time shoving his way into the apartment, nor does he care about the placement of his jacket or boots as he shakes them off and pushes forward through the foyer.

“You’re back?” Your voice rings in Ein’s ears. It’s irritating if you ask him. The pitch of your voice. The smell of your body. Everything about you serves as a reminder that you’re different.

You’re not a werewolf, you’re not even close to what Ein would consider more than a means to an end, but you’re better than nothing. Sometimes, when the boy closes his eyes and buries his face in his pillow, he can almost imagine that you’re someone else - someone who’s not a bumbling pushover that worries all the time.

As he makes his way toward the Kitchen, Ein barely looks up when you place yourself in his path. “Move.” He mutters, but you don’t comply. On instinct the boy tries to step around you but you grab onto his shoulder. It’s not as though the boy cannot push past you, but the sudden contact causes him to freeze in place.

“Ein.” Your voice is a little more coarse than usual. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just grabbing a snack. No need to get your panties in a twist.” He mutters in reply. The boy doesn’t wait long enough to let you reply. He pushes past you in an attempt to get to the kitchen as seamlessly as possible. He’s just glad your footsteps don’t immediately chase after him.

Ein doesn’t care to know what you decided to do. All he cares about is how you’re gone long enough for him to grab a granola bar and shovel it down. He can almost feel his irritation subsiding, but that’s only until you appear at his side once again.

You stand just out of arm’s reach from the boy, leaning against the fridge with your arms crossed. “It’s been a week.”

“What, did I come home too early? Did you want me to stay at work for a month before coming back?” Ein grabs a cup from the dishrack and fills it with water. “Or maybe you couldn’t wait for me to return. Is that it?”

You groan to yourself and mutter a quiet curse.

The sound is like music to Ein’s ears.

The boy can feel his ear twitch before his hand is suddenly wrapped around your wrist. For the first time since arriving, Ein finally looks up at your face. Though he expects to see the feisty or entertained expression you usually wear, you don’t. Rather, your eyes are puffy and your lips curl in a horribly practiced smile.

He isn’t sure why but his stomach drops. The look on your face has never made him feel this way before, not that he’s seen this look before, but it’s weird. For some reason Ein has an insatiable urge to reach out and touch your face.

“What the hell happened to you?” The boy utters. If he wasn’t confused before then the half hearted laugh you gave was the nail in the coffin.

“What happened to me?” You huff in exasperation. “What happened to you? You’ve changed. And I don’t mean that you changed since the last time I saw you. I feel like the two of us… is there even a reason why you agreed to be my boyfriend?”

“What?” The question slips from Ein involuntarily. “I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Back when I asked you to go steady with me, you didn’t seem… committed. That’s not to say that I think you’d cheat on me, but I can’t shake the feeling that you don’t value this relationship the same way I do.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.” You open your mouth to say more but stop yourself.

Ein thinks you might burst into tears any moment now. He isn’t really in the mood to comfort you, he’s never been in a mood to comfort anyone for that matter, but today his feet stay firmly rooted in place. Even when he attempts to get his gaze to wander, his attention is always drawn right back to you.

Finally, you sigh. “I missed you, Ein. I missed you so much that most nights I couldn’t sleep.”

“I…” Ein feels his jaw tighten. “I missed you too.”

“Don’t lie to me.” You snap back. “You never bothered to text me while you were gone. You didn’t even let me hug you when you came home. So yeah, you never said that you didn’t value our relationship, but you sure showed how much you cared.”

Ein scoffs. “Like you really care about me so much?”

And there it was. One of the many things Ein could say to make you cry. A heavy feeling pools in the bottom of the werewolf’s stomach but he doesn’t look away. He can’t. There’s something so captivating about the way you cry.

It’s not as though Ein enjoys watching you cry, he’s not completely heartless, but the boy can never seem to pull himself away from you whenever you were in tears. You’re always so small. So fragile. It makes him want to hide you away from prying eyes. To call you his and his alone. And sometimes, even though he’d never admit it to himself, Ein wants to hold you.

The boy can feel his hand twitch against your wrist.

At first Ein holds his breath. It feels like every instinct in his body is telling him to push you away, but he doesn’t. He fights that urge as desperately as he can. He isn’t sure why he does this, he isn’t even sure why he’s kept you around for this long, but before the boy realises what he’s done, he’s wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest.

Ein can feel your tears soaking into his shirt. Though it’s uncomfortable he can’t find it in himself to push you away. He listens to the sound of your quietly quaking breaths, takes a breath of your subtle but sweet scent, and relents.

“I love you.”

Ein isn’t sure if he means it, but it feels right. He feels like that’s what he’s supposed to say. He just… it’s been so long since he’s craved something the way he craved you. Your touch, your voice, even your damned passive nature. Ein didn’t want to let things get to this point but it’s obvious that he has, in fact, reached the point of no return.

He needs you. He craves your affection. He won’t let you go. There’s no way he’d let you go!

He loves you too much to let you love someone else.

[chackyxyooj]

The Way I Love You

Gene | MS, Fluff, Reader Request

→ “If I were to end up going all in, would I be the only one who’s falling?” - Hypothetically, John Michael Howell.

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Pairing: MS!Gene X Reader

WC: 1.2k

This work was requested by @kaigarax. Here you go! I hope you enjoy it (I'll cry if you don't /j).

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Gene has never been a morning person. That’s not to say he can’t get himself out of bed if he has things to do in the early hours of the day, but that he prefers to sleep in when the opportunity arises. That being said, it’s no secret that Gene dislikes attending his 8am lectures.

To be completely honest, Gene only went to the first lecture to get a feel for the professor. He wanted to know if the professor was strict or laid-back. Not that knowing the professor’s personality would make Gene want to attend the lectures or anything. As a matter of fact, the boy made sure to sit as close to the door as possible (a door of which was located at the front of the room) without looking like someone who enjoyed early morning lectures. 

This ‘8am lecture attending’ was a one-and-done deal. Well, a three-and-done deal. One lecture to go over the syllabus, one for the midterm, and one for the final. At least, that’s what he’d planned until he ran into you.

‘Running into you’ was a stretch considering it was you who came through those lecture hall doors nearly fifteen minutes late. To your credit this was a three hour lecture, but it was obvious that your efforts were pretty frantic. If not for the jacket you obviously threw on at the last minute then maybe you could’ve gotten away with pretending that your delay in arrival was intentional.

Whether it was out of pity or out of intrigue, Gene found himself moving his backpack onto the ground to allow you a quick and seamless transition into the classroom environment. Sure, the strategic placement of his backpack was supposed to deter people from sitting next to him so that he could easily get out when class was over, but for you he didn’t mind. If anything he found your quiet sigh of relief rather endearing! He understands the reluctance to shuffle behind a dozen other students just to get a mediocre seat. He was just doing something nice. That’s not a crime. Besides, disturbing the flow of the lecture beyond what you already have doesn't seem like your thing - until it happened again in the next class, that is.

Gene doesn’t know why he showed up to another of the professor’s early lectures. At the time he justified himself with some reason or another - not that he had to justify going to the lectures he paid to attend - and sat exactly where he had before. It wasn’t until he was moving his backpack a second time that he realised why he was really at this early lecture.

From then on, Gene quickly fell into a pattern. Despite his reluctance each morning he would wake up early enough to ensure he could sit in the same spot each lecture. And every lecture you would turn up to class late and sit in the spot provided to you by the boy.

Despite how the two of you had never held a proper conversation, Gene thought the two of you had a particular understanding of one another. Some mornings, when Gene would doze off midway through the lecture, he’d wake up to you sliding over a few jotted notes of what the professor talked about. Other mornings, after a particular morning you spent trying to hide the fact that you’d skipped breakfast, Gene would offer you a granola bar - ‘offer’ in the sense that he’d place it beside your notebook and refuse to let you return it to him.

It wasn’t until halfway through the term that Gene finally worked up the nerve to talk to you. The morning of the midterm, the most important day for you to not be late, Gene was surprised to see you already waiting outside of the lecture hall.

It’s not as if Gene arrives to class super early but you were over half an hour earlier than what you usually were - and unfortunately, it showed. So with his untouched coffee in hand Gene strolled up beside you and gently tapped your shoulder.

“You look like you could use a coffee.” Gene couldn’t stop an amused smile from creeping onto his lips at your surprised expression. “You take your coffee black?”

“Depends on the day.” You confess. Your eyes dart between the coffee in Gene’s hand and his face while you wait for him to follow up his statement with the usual small-talk people have before tests. At least, that’s what Gene assumes you’re waiting for.

Despite his better judgement, Gene hands his coffee over to you. “Here.” He prompted, his eyes flitting between his coffee and your face. “It’s from one of my favourite places on campus.”

You stifle a laugh. “McDonalds is one of your favourite places?”

“Hey, it’s cheap and half-decent. Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” Gene offers you the coffee once again, but this time you reach out to take it from him. You push back the small flap and bring the drink to your lips. Gene tries not to stare but he can’t help but want to see your reaction.

Now, Gene will be the first to admit that he knows good coffee. He’s personally privy to a fresh cup of dark roast, and McDonalds is the farthest from that. Though it’s better than nothing, Gene would’ve gone with something a bit sweeter if he knew he was going to be handing you his cup of coffee this morning.

Your face scrunches slightly as you pull the cup from your lips. “Not bad, but it’s a little sour for my taste.” Despite your criticisms you take another long sip of the coffee.

Amused, Gene can’t help but laugh. “Still better than nothing, I assume?”

You grin and give a short nod. “It’s definitely the sort of pick-me-up I needed before this damn midterm.” You go to hand the coffee back to the boy but he refuses.

“Keep it.” He insists - not that he’d take it back from you anyway. It’s probably a bit too early to be stealing an indirect kiss from you. “I don’t know if you noticed but getting to class early isn’t a problem for me.”

“Are you sure? I feel kind of bad for taking it.”

“Why? It’s just a cup of coffee. Now the granola bars on the other hand…”

You stop mid sip to meet the boy’s gaze. “Oh my gosh, you’re totally right! I should probably pay you back for all those times you-”

“No! No, it’s okay.” Gene laughs and crosses his arms. “I was just teasing you.”

“I know, but I still feel kind of bad about it.” You lean back against the wall and glance around. The hall has filled considerably while waiting for the professor to open the door for everyone; a sign that the midterm would be starting soon. As quickly as you looked around, you looked over at Gene. “As thanks for everything you’ve done for me, how about I bring you to one of my favourite coffee places? My treat.”

“I don’t know… can your favourite coffee really beat the likes of the golden arches?”

“Easily.”

Gene grins down at you and gives a slight nod. “Alright, alright. I see what you’re playing at. What day were you thinking?”

“This time next week?”

“Are you sure you’ll be awake enough for that?”

“Of course.” You reply. “So what do you say?”

And Gene, despite not being a morning person, is more than delighted to accept your offer.

[chackyxyooj]

The Way You Love Me

Laurance | MS, Angst, Reader Request

→ “Someday, I will stop falling in love with you.”

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Pairing: MS!Laurance X Reader

WC: 1k

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Laurance nods his head, smiling at you as he meets your gaze. “What a coincidence. I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

The boy watches as you nod your head and bashfully avert your gaze as he approaches you. “It’s as if the two of us are both friends with Aphmau.” You tease the boy gently, only looking up for a moment to gauge his reaction.

There’s an awkward tension in the air but Laurance pretends it isn’t there. Instead, the boy gestures towards the tray of baked goods you’re holding onto. “Did you make these yourself?” He smiles down at the baked goods as if he were talking to them instead of you. And in a sense, that’d be right. They’re cute, adorable even! But he knows that the moment he looks up from them, you’re going to be looking up at him with those eyes of yours.

“Yes.” You affirm. “They’re- um… chocolate!”

“Wow… My favourite.”

“They are?”

“Yup.” Laurance finally nods and looks up at you. “But you knew that already, didn’t you?” Sure enough, you’re staring up at him with that look. That soft but gentle gaze. A look that whispers three sweet little words. He knows it and you know it too.

“I already know what you’re going to say.”

“Do you?” Laurance buries his hands deep into the pockets of his pants, pursing his lips as he continually glances away from you. “You shouldn’t do this to yourself.”

You shrug and give a quiet sigh. “I know.”

“But you will.”

“And I do.” Your eyes flutter as your gaze turns up toward the ceiling. Laurance listens to you take a long, quiet breath. “Don’t you worry about me, Laurance. I’ll stop falling for you one of these days.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah.” You sigh. “‘But I’ll still miss you anyway because you’re the one I-”

Love.

Such a small word for something that can’t even be described with words. Not that that’s true, but Laurance knows that you’ve never been able to bring yourself to use it so freely.

You’ve always complained about how some people are able to use that word so freely - carelessly, even. It describes how they feel perfectly and encapsulates all that they feel toward someone or something, so of course they’d use it.

Then there are others who hate that word. It’s too gaudy. Too cliche. They don’t want to use that word because there are better words to describe how they feel. Why would they ever need to resort to something as ‘simple’ as the good ol’ four lettered cliche? They don’t.

Laurance is not opposed to describing his feelings with that word. That being said, it’s always been such a heavy word for you. It’s something that you keep far from your regular vocabulary - as if the word itself were foul. As if it were akin to saying any and all curse words. It’s not, you both know that, but how could Laurance ever bring himself to say it the way you wanted him to?

‘But I’ll still miss you anyway because you’re the one I-’

Don’t say it.

Don’t say that you’re falling for him. The feelings that you’re feeling don’t deserve to be praised. What you’re feeling is nothing but a rush of dopamine. It’s limerence. An infatuation! Anything but the word you so desperately want to use.

Is it okay to call a rush of dopamine ‘special?’ It’s certainly a rush to have your feelings reciprocated, but feeling a rush of dopamine doesn’t have to mean anything. You would never use that word to describe the feeling you get when you eat bananas or almonds - which apparently give people a rush of dopamine when they’re consumed, but Laurance digresses.

You could never stand to call the thrill of dopamine ‘special.’ That sweet, four letter word deserves more than that. 

To you, that word is something that needs to be special.

The boy has always believed that it doesn’t need to be special. Rather, be believes it's a word that should be said all of the time. He doesn’t think that he’s wrong in what he chooses to believe, he definitely wasn’t going to stop anyone feeling otherwise, but he didn’t… he couldn’t understand it.

Why would it need to be something that’s said so sparingly and often discussed in round-about ways? Why wouldn’t someone utter those words and allow them to become as common as ‘hello’ when it’s exactly what they want to say?

Is it supposed to be something that’s rare? Something that’s so desperately craved that people are willing to steal and covet it for themselves? Why would Laurance ever force himself to use such a beautiful word in such a weighty way?

But for you, it’s different.

How could Laurance ever say what you want to hear when the weight you’ve put on that word would undoubtedly crush him? How could he ever stand to believe you when the weight of your words would undoubtedly crush you?

Laurance doesn’t want to hurt you by telling you a lie, but he doesn’t want to crush you with the weight you’ve placed on that word. The boy can’t bear to hurt you but it’s going to happen whether he wants to or not, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

‘But I’ll still miss you anyway because you’re the one I-’

It’s true that you didn’t say it, but what you did was worse. You implied it.

You forced the weight of that word onto anything and everything else. Your gestures. Your smiles. Your eyes. He knows you didn’t mean to. Laurance knows you didn’t mean it the way he would if he was the one who said it. He knows that the reason you didn’t use the word directly was precisely because of the weight it holds. And yet you implied it.

The weight of that unspoken word, the weight of knowing exactly how you felt without seeing those four stupid letters, it’s heavy.

Laurance wants to believe you. He really, truly does! But he can’t.

Not yet.

It’s still too heavy. 

He doesn’t want you to be crushed by it knowing he doesn’t feel the same way.

[chackyxyooj]

Things Will Change

Zenix | MCD, Angst, Writer’s Choice

→ “If your heart’s already broken then what’s the use in picking up the pieces?” - Fly, Kevian Kraemer.

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Pairing: MCD!Zenix X Reader

WC: 1.2k

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Just outside of the gates to Phoenix Drop, Zenix paces between the wall and a nearby tree. Nearly fifteen minutes have passed since you were supposed to arrive. He’s only ever known you to be punctual, so being late must mean you ran into trouble! Was it your dad? Did he catch you on your way out? Or could it be that- no. This is fine. He’s being ridiculous!

Of all the time he’s spent in Phoenix Drop, Zenix can’t remember the last time he felt this nervous - not to say that he was, in fact, nervous. Sure, it’s the word that comes the closest to describing how he feels but it’s not how he would describe himself to anyone. Especially not if they asked, and especially not if you asked.

But words and feelings aside, Zenix still continues to pace from wall to tree and back again. It’s a miracle that the boy doesn’t accidentally punch you when you suddenly appear in front of him.

“Zenix!” You smile at the boy and wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

Zenix hides his urge to smile behind a frown and stiffly pushes himself away from your embrace. “What took you so long?” The boy huffs and crosses his arms.

“I ran into Sir Garroth on the way here.” You confess. Even when the boy starts to look away from you, all it takes is a simple touch to get him to turn back. Zenix knows this and he knows this well, but that doesn’t mean he can resist you. Not with the way you smile whenever he meets your gaze. “He was looking for you. Again.”

Zenix rolls his eyes at the thought of his so-called mentor. “Garroth can look for me all he wants. I’m not going to run Malik’s errands for as long as he lives.”

“Lord Malik.” You correct Zenix.

“Whatever. My point still stands.”

“Oh my Irene... What shall I ever do about my sweet, disobedient boyfriend?” You give a quiet but amused laugh before playfully poking the boy’s cheek. “Come on. Are we going to keep standing here or are we going to climb up?”

Zenix watches you slip out of your shoes and walk over to the wall where you proceed to motion for the boy’s assistance. He isn’t sure why you always insist on climbing the wall when there are stairs on the other side, but you do. It’s true that the two of you will get in trouble if you’re caught trying to use said stairs, but you’ll also get in trouble if you’re caught sitting on the edge of the wall anyway.

Even if a bit reluctantly, Zenix kneels down and lets you climb up onto his shoulders. Thanks to the boy’s height you’re able to reach the top of the wall and pull yourself up. As always, Zenix waits at the bottom for you to unroll the makeshift ladder you’ve stashed at the top. Once you do, Zenix climbs up and places himself at your side.

“Golden hour is already ending.” You complain.

Of course the first thing you do is complain. It’s hard for anything to be perfect in your opinion, but you always tell him that good things don’t have to be perfect. A bit of a cop-out in his opinion, but it’s not like he’s in any position to point that out to you. So instead he replies with “you would’ve caught it if you weren’t late.”

“Hey! I already told you why I was late.” You argue back with a playful nudge.

“You indulged Garroth with a fifteen minute conversation? Isn’t that a bit much?” Zenix drones on, but you shake your head.

“He told me he’d been looking for you all day.”

“And he came to you about that?”

“Guess so, but it’s not like I could blame him. It seems like I’m the only one you listen to these days.” You shrug before turning your gaze out to the horizon.

Zenix doesn’t follow your gaze. He hardly even follows what you’ve said. All he can think about is how badly he wants to hold you, and how badly he wishes he could understand that look of yours.

The boy has known you long enough to recognize that there’s an undertone of amusement to your words, but he only knows this because he watches you so carefully. The way you smile, the way you laugh; everything. Tonight is no different. At least, the way Zenix feels isn’t different.

But how does Zenix feel about you? Sure, he preferred to go out on patrol when his route passed by the fields you often tended to, and yes, he didn’t make that much of an effort to stop Garroth from setting the two of you up on a blind date, but that didn’t mean he had to be in love with you. The only thing that was worth noting was how he enjoyed spending time with you, and how he really liked the sound of your voice, and how his heart rate always spikes when he sees you smile, and-

Good Irene, you make the sunset far more memorable than it’s supposed to be.

In all the time Zenix has lived, Shadow Knight or not, he’s never wanted time to stop as badly as he did right now; but Zenix knows better than most why that cannot occur.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

You turn to face the boy with wide eyes. “What?”

“I said-”

“No, I heard what you said. I just-” Your voice softens considerably. “I mean, I knew this day was coming but I didn’t think it would be so hard.”

Zenix can feel himself frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You abruptly turn away from Zenix’s prying eyes. He knows he should stop staring at you but he can’t bring himself to do that. It’s just- surely you know you don’t have to pretend. “You don’t love me, so stop trying to make me believe that you do.”

At first your body stiffens, your arms grasping your shoulders in a desperate attempt to comfort yourself, but then you sigh. “Is that what you think? That I don’t love you?”

Zenix doesn’t respond after that. He doesn’t know how. To him, it’s obvious that normal people like you would never love a Shadow Knight. That’s just how these kinds of things work! I mean, it’s not like you know that Zenix is a Shadow Knight but things are better that way.

“Fine.” You finally utter. “There’s no reason for me to argue if you’ve already made up your mind.” You whisper those words so carefully that it’s like you’re waiting for Zenix to deny them; but he doesn’t.

He knows he can’t, so he doesn’t.

Things are going to change. People will die and others will leave. He needs to make sure that you survive. If you stay with him then he knows you’ll die. Even worse, you’ll be killed.

Though he leaps down from the top of the wall and leaves without another word, Zenix knows you’ll be alright. Once Malik is dead and people start leaving Phoenix Drop, he knows you’ll leave too. Once you’re gone, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he’s the last problem that you miss.

Things will change, Zenix knows that’s inevitable, but he also knows that a changing world won’t change the way he feels about you. That’s why when Zenix hears you crying on top of that wall, he doesn’t turn around.

But oh, how he wishes he did.

[chackyxyooj]

1 Year Special: Masterlist

This is made as a milestone event for me, as well as a thank you to everyone who keeps this fandom alive.

Various MS/MCD Boys X Reader

Content Warning: The following works may include material with suggestive themes. The stories that lean in this direction are labeled as 'smut' works, but it's unlikely that they will contain any explicit material. STILL! Reader discretion is advised.

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Zenix | MCD, Angst, Writer’s Choice

→ “If your heart’s already broken then what’s the use in picking up the pieces?” - Fly, Kevian Kraemer.

Laurance | MS, Angst, Reader Request

→ “Someday, I will stop falling in love with you.” - Let You Break My Heart Again, Laufey.

Gene | MS, Fluff, Reader Request

→ “If I were to end up going all in, would I be the only one who’s falling?” - Hypothetically, John Michael Howell.

Ein | MS, Angst

→ “Maybe we should love like kids.” - Love Like Kids, GRAHAM.

Blaze | MS, Smut, Reader Request

→ “Could it be that you're the one I'm looking for?” - Aphrodite, RINI

Vylad | MCD, Fluff

→ “I think I could be someone you like.” - Someone You Like, The Girl and the Dreamcatcher.

Blaze | MS, Angst, Reader Request

→ “Then, of course, I’ll let you break my heart again.” - Let You Break My Heart Again, Laufey.

Laurance | MS, Smut, Reader Request

→ “I know better than to call you mine.” - Let’s Fall in Love for the Night, FINNEAS

Zenix | MS, Fluff

→ “Will you be forever with me?” - Blue, Yung Kai.

Garroth | MCD, Angst

→ “And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’.” - Somethin’ Stupid, Frank Sinatra.

Dante | MS, Smut, Reader Request

→ “If I can have this dance tonight, I promise that you won't forget” - Aphrodite, RINI.

Vylad | MS, Fluff

→ “If only you knew what goes on in my mind.” - In My Mind, Lyn Lapid

Travis | MS, Angst, Special Request

→ “If there's just one thing I know that's true, it's that ‘You're beautiful’.” - Pretender, Official Hige Dandism

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Things Will Change The Way You Love Me The Way I Love You [They're] Subject to Change [But] Without a Doubt I Know For Sure [That] I Love You For Me, It's Enough Knowing How I Make You Feel Knowing I Got to Love You At All For Me, That's Enough [So] For the Rest of My Life I Will Continue to Love You