MCR Imagines And Oneshots

◇^Feelings and sensations | R.T.

(A/n)

Request by bumblestripelover 
A very interesting one, thanks for requesting

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"Can you do Ray x Blind! Reader? (...)"

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"No, no," Ray interrupts me, placing a hand over my fingers. I place my palm over the strings to mute their sound after stopping the movement of rhythmically passing the pick over it. "this finger goes here." His calloused fingers adjust mine so my ring one is over the A string. I furrow my eyebrows lightly at this since it's about the third time I made the same mistake - it makes him let out a light chuckle, cupping my face with his warm hands. "It's okay, even I get this wrong sometimes." A warm kiss is pressed to my cheek, making me blush lightly as simultaneously feeling the cold air replacing where his hands were over.

"Alright..." I mutter, momentarily pressing the tips of my fingers over the strings harder to help me memorizing the position, then start playing the song another time. Hearing him quietly singing to it gives me certain encouragement and security to play it, also distracting me enough to just notice I've came to the end of the song without any mistake when Ray starts clapping.

"It was perfect this time, congrats!" There's certain pride in his voice, equal to the one that warms my chest and makes a grin show up over my face. Already tired of playing for so long, I move to get the guitar's strap off me, being helped by Ray - he places it away, most certainly returning it to its place on the wall.

"Can you play for me?" I ask with kind of anxiety, drawing circles over the free space on the couch I'm over in an attempt of easing the nervousness - even if I make this question almost daily. I guess I'm always afraid he'll get tired of doing it for me and get stressed.

"Of course!" Ray's cheerful tone makes me happy. I can sense his presence in front of me once again, sitting over the bench he usually places there when he's teaching me a new song; just like today.

Slowly, the soft sound of the strings being pulled by his skilled fingers fill the ambient - it's possible to recognize it's one of the songs he wrote with his friends as soon as the first note is played. Disenchanted is such an amazing one. I lean back on the couch with a smile, letting myself be carried away by the song as he starts singing it too.

It is like music takes me to a whole different reality, carrying me away from all the problems and other annoying parts of life. Considerably more when it's played by Ray, making me love him even more and feel loved, understanding how patient and worried he is about me. Worried in the best way.

I exhale when he finishes playing it, being pulled back to reality forcefully, but remaining with a light sensation surrounding me, like an aura. It seems to take my attention enough so I don't notice Ray standing up or something, just when he throws himself next to me on the couch and throws his arms around me.

"Did you like it?" His voice hides some insecurity that I find funny - it doesn't matter how many times he plays whatever song to me, he'll always make the same question later.

"Of course!" And I'll always give the same answer. Ray presses another kiss to my cheek, causing my cheeks to heat up and he laughs at it. "Don't laugh." I say playfully angry, slapping his arm lightly.

"I know how much you love it." He says in a playful knowing tone, not replying as I slowly shake my head at him. Finally, he pulls his arms away from me, but I remain with my hands over his arms, slowly trailing them down his warm skin until reaching hands. My fingers explore his calloused ones before intertwining with them - his hands give me a sensation of protection, making my heart flutter when they close around mine. Carefully letting go of them, I move my hands up to cup his face, not staying like this for long in order of tracing his features - how I'm not able to really see him, doing this is like appreciating his beauty, having under the tip of my fingers all the details in his face, and I love it.

My index finger falls from the curve of his nose to his lips, slowly tracing them until reaching his chin, where I can feel a grin showing up over his face because of the way his cheek tenses up under the touch of my other hand. It makes me smile lightly, cupping his face once again to be surprised by his lips now being placed over mine.

Kissing Ray is one of the best sensations ever. Like if we were somehow connected by our feelings in common and all of that surrounded us, creating a comfortable and warm atmosphere. Every single detail of it is awesome - the way his lips sometimes taste bitter because of coffee or like cigarettes, the way his breathe fans over the skin under my nose and his cologne's smell mixed with the shampoo one, not to mention his strong hands that are often holding my hips or cupping my face, giving me a safe feeling.

"I love you." Ray mutters against my cheek after pulling away - having his lips faintly touching my skin tickles.

"I love you too." I say thought a giggle, moving my face so my lips can meet his again. I guess that the only one that I love more than music is him and he wouldn't understand how much does that mean even with me using all the words possible in an attempt of explaining.

He pulls away another time, noticeably grinning - I just know when he's grinning, his voice tone and presence kind of change when it happens. "Has anyone ever told you just how adorable you are? Because you really are." He nuzzles my cheek, making me all flustered.

"Stop!" Another giggle leaves my lips, but this is an embarrassed one. Silence remains for a few seconds until I speak up again, "You make me so unbelievably happy."

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